The Park, Thursday Afternoon

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally wasn't being so subtle with her testing of her new powers. All bundled up in a jacket and hat, she was now summoning little fireballs and chucking them at the pond, since she figured that was the safest place to do so. Other than spooking a few ducks, things seemed to be going well.

[ooc: Open, but SPish due to work.]

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[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

The on-and-off light rain made Setsuna nervous, but she had an umbrella to cling to and she couldn't take being cooped up in the dorms, especially not after a nice flight like last night. She took a walk; maybe more fresh air will clear her head a little.

"You know," she said idly, walking up behind Cally as she spotted her and her fireball chucking. "There are better ways to hunt fowl, but I suppose none of them will also simultaniously cook them for you..."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I'm not tryin' to hit the poor things," Cally said. "I'm just, you know, testing myself." She stopped and waved. "Hey Setsuna."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Setsuna smiled just a little at the belated greeting. "Looks like you've gotten beyond the little tongue of flame," she observed, perhaps a little enviously.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm just amazed I'm not, like, burning myself, you know?" Cally chucked another small fireball at the pond. "This is gonna be so handy if we get attacked by stupid snow monsters again."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna pensively watched the fireball leave Cally's hand, then sizzle against the cold water before it disappeared. She made a small sound of agreement, nodding, considering. She sighed a little, turned back to Cally. "I'm actally glad I ran into you," she said. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" Cally turned to give Setsuna her full attention. "What's up?"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna bit her lip, obviously a little hesitant. She did have a tendency to overreact on this...but it seemed important. "Well, radio the other night reported that Blair was concerned that your new powers came from you being part-demon, but it didn't mention whehter or not his concerns were justified. Granted, I have even more reason to believe that if anyone's going to be making speculations on demons, it should not be Blair, but, well..." She frowned, deep with concern. "You're not, are you? Part-demon? THey did just come from a book...right?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel happened to be passing through the park. "Hey, Cally," he said. "You seem to be getting better at that."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Practice makes perfect," Cally said. "I'm gonna be a rival to you soon, I'm thinkin'."

[demonbelthazor]

"Dream on," Bel snorted. "But I'm still kinda curious about this book you said turned you into a witch."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"It was just a book. A... shadowy book," Cally said.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel blinked. "The Book of Shadows?" he asked.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Book of Shadows? Who said anything about the Book of Shadows? Why would I possibly have copied something from the Book of Shadows?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner had headed back into town after getting showered and changed from his run this morning, intent on doing a little early Christmas shopping for his friends back home. Also intent on acclimating himself to real winters, he only had an unbuttoned flannel shirt on over his prized Beckham soccer jersey. The thing about soccer jerseys? They're designed to keep you cool and facilitate air flow. Not exactly cold-weather apparel, so Conner was shivering quite a bit as he kept up a brisk pace through town.

You didn't miss things like poofs of steam rising up from the duck pond, though, especially when the fireballs were kind of visible.

Conner didn't like fireballs. Large often multicolored gratuitous explosions, sure, but not fireballs. So naturally he had to go check it out.

"Okay," he said as he approached. "No way is that you doing that, Cally." Possibly he was a tiny bit jealous, but mostly apprehensive.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

It wasn't Cally's intention when she saw Conner to send a fireball his direction instead of the pond's. In fact, she hadn't even thought she had one summoned.

It was as if her powers had a mind of their own. In a bad way.

"Oh, frak, look out!"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Time was, Conner could've dodged that fireball without even thinking about it. Back when he had superhuman speed.

He didn't any more, and he sure as hell hadn't been expecting that.

So what he ended up doing was getting hit squarely in the middle of the chest by a fireball that singed a nice big hole in the light fabric of his jersey, just before he dived out of the way and luckily smothered the flames.

When he got back to his feet, Conner McKnight was not pleased. For many reasons.

"What the hell did you do that for?" he demanded, storming toward Cally with an accusatory glare.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I'm so, so sorry," Cally said. "I didn't... I really really didn't mean to... are you okay?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine. You owe me a new jersey, though." Conner looked down at the ruined mess and sighed disgustedly. "I already knew you didn't like me, but was that really necessary? I mean, hate me, hey, fine, I don't care. But now you're messing with powers you can't control, and when the hell did you start being able to do that, anyway?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"It was an accident!" Cally said. "I really, really didn't mean to... I owe you a new jersey, right. But please, please don't tell anyone? I think people'll freak out if... I don't hate you, I really don't."

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Now what was going on here? Someone attacking the few ducks who had not migrated? this looked like a job for...

SAIGO DE LA MANCHA!! Or perhaps they had some kind of grudge against the pond itself. Humans were weird.

//Pardon me,// he quacked, landing on the lobster statue, forgetting for a moment not to perch on it. //But what, pray tell, are you doing?//

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally eyed the duck that was quacking at her, then shook her head and tried her best to ignore it.

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Saigo was not in a mood to be ignored. Not when the human he was addressing was sending fireballs at his former home, disturbing, if not actually injuring, the other ducks.

He flapped closer, now standing not far from her at all and repeated his question, more firmly. Stupid language barrier.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally looked at the duck and frowned. "What, you think I shouldn't be a witch, either?"

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

//I don't know what that is.// Saigo told her. Then he looked pointedly from her hand, to the pond, and back again, hoping she'd get his meaning.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally frowned and nodded. "Okay, okay," she said. "No more. Got it."