The Park, Sunday Night

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"My laugh is an evil laugh... Ha ha ha ha DIE!"

Tamsin twirled, jumped up on a park bench, then jumped off. Yesss, she was drunk. Yes, she was in a good mood.

That meant she was looking for a fight. Just as soon as she was done singing about dinosaurs.

[Violent vivid Valkyrie looking for entertainment. Open to anyone up for thrown words or fists. And maybe Death's Heads.]

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly, blissfully unaffected by the weekend's flavor of wackiness, had spent most of his time hanging out in the apartment watching Stevesie and Dean the hedgehog go on adventures. Well, they looked like adventures to him, anyway.

By nightfall, he'd realized he hadn't actually really left the apartment of the diner in days, and it was time to get out and give this whole "running" thing a try.

Which would be why he was jogging through the park when he heard a familiar voice singing about . . . evil laughter?

"Dinah?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Tamsin spun at the voice, and cocked her head, grinning. "Nope. She's in Canada, I guess. If she's anywhere." She wandered forward, hands behind her back, earrings brushing her shoulders. "Who're you, mortal?"

[lovemykilt]

She looked different enough for it not to be a gremlin bite, which meant either Dinah had a doppelganger on the island, or it was one of those weekends. "Priestly," he said, offering his hand. "Mortal? You hinting that you're not?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Nope." Tamsin took his hand, and spun herself around him, then back, eyes glittering. "I'm Fae. Enjoying a holiday on your cute little crazy island."

[lovemykilt]

"Really," Priestly said, giving her a smile. She had a slinky sort of style, didn't she. "You got wings hiding somewhere, or is that the wrong kind of fae?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Totally the wrong kind," Tamsin said scornfully. "Those stupid Disney movies. There needs to be a bonfire of that damn movie with the pixie-girl." She circled him, eyebrows up. "So what's a normal mortal like you doin' in a place like this?" she drawled, biting down on a smile.

[lovemykilt]

"Surviving, mostly," Priestly admitted. "Also, I run the town diner. Take it you've given yourself the lay of the land already."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much." She smirked, stretching her arms over her head, thinking of the flight she and Warren had taken. "School in the castle. Bars in the town. Cute men around and about." Then she pouted. "But I need a good fight. No one at the bar was up for one."

[lovemykilt]

"'Fraid I can't help you with that one. You could probably try to wrestle an alot on the preserve."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"A what?" Ooo, something to fight. Kill, even, maybe! Killing a human here would get her far too much attention; but another fae, or even better, an under-fae? "How much of a challenge would that be?"

[lovemykilt]

"They're kind of like a combination between a bear, a yak, and a pug. Big flat-faced fluffy thing with horns. Mayyyyybe not actually something you want to wrestle."

If she got herself gored and turned back into Dinah in the morning, that would be bad.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Tamsin's face went blank. "Are you... daring me?"

[lovemykilt]

Right, so that was slightly terrifying. "No?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla fell into the pond with a splash and then surfaced, pissed off and sputtering. Ooooh! Fuck that protection spell right in its bloody ear!

She let loose a string of Eyrien curses, trying to figure out who she was going to throttle first.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"How the hell did I end up back here?" Tamsin said aloud, sloshing to vertical, and then pointed at Karla. "You did this, didn't you. You coward."

[glacial_queen]

Question: answered.

"No, you stupid bitch," Karla snapped. "The wards at Caritas did it. I'm only too happy to kick your ass."

Besides, if Karla had made a grand getaway, she wouldn't have landed in the duck pond of all places.

Idiot.

Though the finer points of the argument would have to wait, because Karla was using Craft to try to yank Tamsin's feet out from under her.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Tamsin spluttered at feeling her legs jerk forward, dunking her underwater and narrowly missing a duck as she did so.

Who came up with stupid spells like that and put them on bars? They were next on her list.

First, though, was teeny blond. Tamsin held her breath and wriggled around, then arrowed straight toward Karla's feet, grabbing her ankle in a grip far tighter than Dinah would have used. And pull!

[glacial_queen]

Karla fell back into the water with a magnificent splash, using her other foot to kick out at Tamsin's stupid face (sorry Dinah) or any other part of her.

The flamingos looked at one another as if to say, 'This again? Really?'

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Tamsin took the blow, surfacing with blood leaking from a split lip. And laughing, as she dove back in again, teeth bared and reaching for something to twist or yank or punch.

[glacial_queen]

And that would be Karla's arm, conveniently reaching out to try and smack Tamsin with power, the same move that had gotten them kicked out of Caritas in the first place. She yelp, then fought for the surface as her air escaped into the water.

Rising up, she screeched again at the nasty grip Tamsin had on her arm, and reached out for the blond hair waving like seaweed just under the surface of the water.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

As soon as she felt Karla yank on her hair, Tamsin went, well. Berserk.

"YOU DO NOT TOUCH THE HAIR! NOT THE HAIR! YOU ARE NOT--" What Warren had done in play, was very different from having someone attempt in battle. Way, way unacceptable. "LEGGO!"

And she sunk her nails into Karla's skin, clawing for her hair too.

[glacial_queen]

That felt oddly familiar. Huh.

"Ow, you crazy bitch! Get your fingers out of my skin!" It felt like Karla was getting climbed by a cat, assuming the cat was Arcerian and rabid to boot. She slammed her elbow backwards, hoping to hit something.

...And letting go of her hair, because ow.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Tamsin let go when Karla did, the elbow narrowly missing her temple, and backed a few steps away, spitting water and breathing hard. She really needed to have geared up for this, tied her hair back in its braid, worn clothes that were easy to fight in-- but this is what she got for looking for a barfight on this island.

"I'm not crazy. I'm Fae." She waded into shallower water, then smiled meanly. "You're the one who went nuts when you asked the wrong question." She splashed water toward Karla, circling like a shark. "Jealous much?"

[glacial_queen]

"You wish, Tinkerbell," Karla sneered. Ignoring the fact that Tamsin had been exactly right.

Look, he wasn't her Warren, but that didn't mean that she was okay with just anybody sleeping with him. Or, well, anybody at all.

But since she didn't have an actual answer, she was going to crack Tamsin across her pretty face with a tendril of Sapphire power.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Aooow!" Tamsin nearly fell into the water again, her eyes widening. "I felt that." She took a step closer, eyes lighting up. "Baby Barbie's got bite!"

And dove at Karla with a high-pitched scream of defiance.