fandomtownies | Monday evening.

Monday evening.

The last few times she was in town, Duce noticed that Spike's Pub was apparently the place to hang out. Duce was not in a good mood, after seeing the nasty bouquet and note left in the school hall earlier. Gritting her teeth in anger, she stomps off toward town.

Making her way into town, she headed into the pub to see what all the fuss was about. Carrying her sketch pad, she found a quiet table and ordered a soda.

Crowd-watching and nursing her soda, she begain to work on some of the Indian designs Red had asked to see.

((+WARN: FOUL IC MOOD))

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*maia pulls up a chair* Hey Duce, hows it going?

Duce looks up at her classmate, nodding politely, "Was going great until we saw .." Her jaw clenches, biting off whatever she was about to say. She forcibly tries to relax, exhaling loudly.

Her mouth quirks in a fairly glum smile, "We're not in such a hot mood tonight. Hopefully your night is going better?"

*nods* Why do you let the roses and its card bother you guys so much.

Duce eyes Maia, "How'd you know about that? We didn't see you in the hall." She doesn't sound suspicious, just very curious.

*Paige hears something about roses from the bar and calls over* What's happened?

Duce calls over, "Some ignorant fuck trying to stir shit up again. Nothing new to see here. Same shit, different motherfucking babyraping day."

*Paige figures she'll find out what exactly's happened when she gets back* Oh right, ok

I dont need to be seen to see. Didnt you guys know that? *Maia sounds surprised*

Duce shakes her head slightly, "No, but that makes sense. You're one of the telepaths, or is it mutation?"

Sighing and rubbing her jaw, Duce answers the original question. "You look normal. We've had to live with shitty people doing shittier things all our life because of how we look, or what they think we can do to them. Because they're afraid of us. Because, in a way, we're stronger than they are - we can do things other people can't do, and the things we can do can be immediately fatal. We could take the glasses off and turn people to stone, or bite them, or spit on them, or hell, bleed on them.. and at the very least, they hurt. At the very worst, they die.

We're angry because shitty little people are stirring up fear. They're trying to make people afraid, and they're trying to direct that fear at Angelus. No matter what he did before, he's done nothing here. He's creeped people out, yeah, but he hasn't hurt anyone or even tried to. Now someone is trying to get him killed.

Where does it stop? If the fact that he's killed people or that he could kill people is reason enough to form a lynch mob after him.. there's many of us who also fit that bill. When do we stop worrying that they'll come for us? When do we stop being afraid? What happens if one of "US" decides to take steps so they don't have to be afraid anymore, and strikes first? It'll cycle. It'll become a mob. And people will get hurt or killed."

She took a breath, winded after all that. "Someone is trying to provoke this, they're doing it deliberately and maliciously, and they'd better fucking hope we never find out who it is."

*frowns*

I am sorry for how people have treated you. I am not a mutant though but an empath yes and I see the future. I know who you are of old, you are mighty and revered. You haunted my dreams as a child. *looks into her glass for a moment*

I think people should not do that, stir things up I mean, it never ends good.

You strike fear in the hearts of everyone in some way or another, people are always afraid of what they dont know or understand. They treat you guys differently, they treat me differently as well. I will never treat you anything less then how you treat me. *smiles* I do not fear you any longer great one of the ancients, but I do respect you and your logic.

Duce mutters, "Too bad you can't see the past. Then you could point out who did this."

Considering that, she takes a long gulp of her drink, forcibly trying to regain her calm again, "Although it's probably better that we don't know."

Shaking her head, snakes writhing, she comments, "And to think, we thought all we'd have to deal with here were people with a phobia of snakes!"

Slumping in her chair, she tries to change the subject, "So how are your classes going?"

I see the past if it is strongly in the future if that makes sense.

There are fine, nothing very challenging except

equalsmcsquared because I refuse to read her mind to see the answers. *sighs* "how are you guys doing in yours? Since your so inclined to change from unpleastantness to the mundane" *says this with a smile towards the snakes* Looking upside down at the pad on the table in front of Duce Maia spies a picture of herself and looks up questioningly.. "Me?"

Duce's mouth quirks in a smile, "No, that really doesn't make much sense to us, but we think we get the gist of it."

A bit of humour returns to Duce's features, "You read the teacher's minds for the answers? Duuuuuude. Don't get caught!" Duce chews her lip before answering the rest, "We dislike being this angry. It upsets the hair." She gestures at the snakes, which are writhing all over one another in obvious annoyance.

"Hmm?" Duce looks down at her sketchpad with mild surprise. The Indian patterns had somehow turned into a picture of Maia's eyes. Grunting at her pen, she shakes it, as if it's to blame. "Sorry. When we aren't paying direct attention, the hand has a mind of it's own."

*smiles* yeah I do. Oh they dont know I am reading it, I dont journey that far in. *laughs* and some I dont think I would want to. Can I pet your hair, will that help it calm down??

*looks down at the drawing then back up at Duce* Sometimes its good to wander, I find it helps me see things when the situation is cloudy. Go around it instead of head on, you see things you may have missed when you do that. Just a thought.

Duce leans her head back a bit, to keep the snakes out of range. Explaining, "They're vipers, and while we share a body and most of our mind, we don't control them, and they're not happy right now. Peeved snakes bite."

Mouth quirking in a smile again, she tilts a hand at the drawing before answering, "Sometimes it works out, and the results are pretty. Othertimes, not so much."

*smiles* Got it, looky no touchy *smiles again*

Yeah *looking at the drawing* things tend to go that way sometimes. Things fall apart so hard and the pieces never quite fit back the same way. Drawings once they begin a journey past where you wanted them never find their way back to the orginal shape you began with. *looks at the picture again* Its a very nice likeness I have to admit, *peering closer at the eyes* Nobody ever captures my eyes right *smiles* You've done a great job on it even if it was a wander.

Do you feel other magical beings around you? Can you feel it at work when its near you?
I am not magical but *pauses* others, can you feel when they are near you even if you dont see them persay?

Duce shakes her head, "Not the way we think you mean it. No ESP or anything even remotely like that." She begins to doodle again, a celtic knot forming on one corner of the paper. "We do seem to be a magnet of some sort, though."

Your powerful, goes without question. Your ancient, old as the ages. *Maias voice low* You the oldest force around here, thats why they are drawn to you. *Maia hides her disappointment that Duce does not feel it happening around with ESP*

Duce barks a laugh, "Oldest force around here? Did you hear there's some sort of Celtic god teaching Celtic history here?" She snorts with laughter. Her smile eventually fades. She apologizes to Maia, "We're sorry.. but.. we're really in an ungodly bad mood right now. We think maybe it's best if we toddle on home and destroy stuff for awhile." Trying not to offend, she offers hopefully, "Can we catch up with you another time?"

*raises an eyebrow* In my time line I should say, your one of the oldest forces. There are many time lines and you guys should not forget that. *tilts her head* I hear everything around here Duce, I chose to block it out or else I'll go mad. I do hope your mood improves and your more acceptable of others timelines and reverence they pay you. We will meet again I am certain.

Duce excuses herself and heads out for the night.
((OOC: Sorry, the player is not up to dealing with the character's attitude right now, so is going to go do something cathartic for awhile.))

((OOC: S'ok hope you feel better. I dropped out after a pain killer put me to sleep standing up hence Maia forgetting key words and having to change the direction of her words. Hate when that happens. Have a better day today. Look forward to having Maia speak to Duce again))

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