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The Watchers are being much more polite to Tamara nowadays. They've never precisely been rude to her, but they are very good at being quietly, politely and oh-so-Britishly unwelcoming. Irritating, but she can live with it if it means she can be a part of the Council. But now their normal tactics have scared off their precious Slayer, and Tamara's the one who convinced her not to bolt; Tamara is now their lead to the Slayer and as such, she's being treated like she's made of glass.
She finds that mildly irritating for a whole different set of reasons, but it's such an improvement over the alternative that she lets it be. She's very careful not to seem as though she's taking advantage of her new-found position. She demands nothing, and makes only a few careful, diffident suggestions. This will not last forever; no need to burn bridges.
And of course, whenever she receives an email from the Slayer, she responds promptly.
older_and_wiser
cross_and_bow
"Soph, question. Scott was standing right there the whole time. You didn't notice him until I gave back his jacket. Why?"
Scott gives Soph a what is with this girl and her obsession with my jacket face. "It was my Christmas present from my brother, now that he's in college and I made the team. I guess I didn't start wearing it until spring practice started... seriously though, what is your deal? It's a jacket!"
"Yeah, of course," Scott says, look at her like this should be extremely obvious. "I'm a quarterback."
It takes Scott a while, but he decides to hand it to her. Despite the fact that she is super creeping him out.
keyed_up
Soph looks at the jacket.
Soph looks at Scott.
Soph tells Scott:
"I think your jacket might be evil."
Soph looks at Scott.
Soph tells Scott:
"I think your jacket might be evil."
"Okay, seriously, are you two wrong in the head? You're being so weird. Give me back my jacket already."
keyed_up
"I'm pretty sure it's the jacket," Soph says. "Being... an evil jacket. Um. Scott. Did you know magic is real and I can prove it and if I do prove it will you let Bella destroy your evil jacket without making a scene?"
"What the hell? Magic. Seriously. What the hell. Man, I would not have kissed you if I knew you were nuts. There is something very wrong with both of you freaks. That is mine, it was a present from my brother! Give it!"
Scott is firmly of the 'our town suffers from an epidemic of PCP-addled biker gangs with barbecue forks' variety. He is still convinced this is actual glitter. Somehow. However, he's not going to argue the point. He wants his jacket back, and-
-possibly also the girl holding it. Now that Scott's focusing on Bella instead of (fake?) glitter, he's confused. How did he not notice her before? He usually goes for the smiling type, but for her he will make an exception. He swipes, and misses again. Damn. How did she do that? That was awesome. "You're good at that..." he says admiringly.
-possibly also the girl holding it. Now that Scott's focusing on Bella instead of (fake?) glitter, he's confused. How did he not notice her before? He usually goes for the smiling type, but for her he will make an exception. He swipes, and misses again. Damn. How did she do that? That was awesome. "You're good at that..." he says admiringly.
cross_and_bow
"Oh fucking hell," mutters Bella under her breath. "Hey, you've probably noticed that I kind of have a thing for this jacket," she says at full volume, trying for syrup and getting mostly disgust and exasperation. "Any chance I could, like, keep it?"
cross_and_bow
"Let me have it and maybe you'll find out."
Bella is rapidly running out of fake niceness, or fucks to give about not making a scene, but the fewer times she needs to rely on blatant nepotism to avoid getting arrested the better.
cross_and_bow
"Great. Thanks. I'll see you around," says Bella, smiling, and then she lights out at high speed towards the nearest unobserved location in which she can easily start a fire.