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flashed up in my wildest dreams ( CLOSED )
Who: elizabeth bathory & jack
Where: murderhouse
When: 4/6, evening.
What: *kyuubey voice* contract?
Warnings: nothing at the moment, but i'll update if need be.
Where: murderhouse
When: 4/6, evening.
What: *kyuubey voice* contract?
Warnings: nothing at the moment, but i'll update if need be.
[ sheesh, ibaraki was boring. ever since coming back from actual jail (not just child jail), she'd been doing almost nothing but sleeping. sometimes she'd wake up and stuff her angry banana face with some food but then she'd just go right on sleeping! it's like she didn't know about the whole 'consuming souls' part of being a heroic spirit, but eliza wasn't going to remind her. surprisingly, eliza felt bad enough about needing to eat a spirit or two in order to keep from wasting her mana, and with the police now paying closer attention than ever to the goings on... well, it doesn't seem like a good idea to mention it at all.
not that whomever was running this town could do much to a heroic spirit like her, but without a master it was smarter not to waste her mana on difficult fights she wasn't guaranteed to win.
eliza's standing outside of ibaraki's room door, her tail tip flicking on the ground as she pouts. in the back of her mind she can hear the sheriff's words echoing in her mind, and even now the sting they left behind cuts into her skin and drags the corners of her mouth down. eliza never likes getting told off, and she has to make sure she doesn't step out of line again or — what? or what. the sheriff never made any threats, but the way he spoke made even elizabeth bathory, blood countess of the hungarian nobility, feel tense in her stomach. even now, days (almost weeks) later, she was still going over those words in her mind. this wasn't like her to dwell on things like that, but they stuck inside of her, unable to be shaken.
... no. enough of that. eliza wrinkles her nose and turns away from ibaraki's room, swaying her hips as she walked down the hall. there was something else she had to take care of right away, something thrown into sharp relief given ibaraki's prone form still sleeping hours after tucking herself away. an idol had to be better than that, ready for any appearance by fans! mm! eliza's been slacking off for too long, it's time to do something about this. ]
Go-od. Eeee~vening! [ she purrs as she pushes the door open to jack's room. if he's sleeping, she won't care, because the chirping snore of his chocobo is enough to keep anyone awake. ] Hey, Chicken Boy. Pay attention to me.
SLAMS INTO THIS, SNOW SPRAYING EVERYWHERE
No, she's still sleeping. [ eliza tries to keep her voice at a whisper, but gives up partway through her sentence. there was no use staying quiet when jack is awake and ibaraki's in another room. her cold eyes glance up and down at him, and her head tips to the side. ] You can use magic, riiiight?
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[Don't you know not to go barging into boys' rooms? He could be naked in this bed, young lady. Man bits. On display. He's not, of course--pulling himself up into a sitting position, it's evident he's wearing a rumpled shirt and lounge pants--but he could be. It's the thought that counts.
He stops rubbing his eyes to squint more closely at her. That's a drawl promising murder and mayhem if he's ever heard one. He's used similar to playfully tease people, but it sounds about a thousand percent more sinister the way she does it.]
Maaaybe. [He's not exactly shy showing it off when he needs to.] You wanted to drop in in the middle of the night to ask me that?
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ok truthfully, that would require some foresight. right now, eliza's just doing what she does, which is barrel forward with no thought to consequences. though, if she does what she wants with regards to this situation, it'll end up for the better in all circles. ]
Mmmmaaaaaaybe. [ that smile drifts across her face again, and now she hops onto the bed, standing right above jack — but her feet make no impression on the mattress. ] I have a proposal for you.
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With his apprehensive gaze trailing her, clearly unsure what to make of Eliza's evasiveness, he watches her jump straight up onto his bed as casual as you please. Whoa, this is-- It has to be the closest a girl he wasn't raised with has ever gotten to his bed. And with him still in it, underdressed. He's staring at Eliza's knees where they're level with his eyes when she speaks again.
Uh...]
P-proposal--? [That there is a deer in headlights look.] Whoa, this is sudden. We just met! If... you ignore those other memories. I'm embarrassed.
[Look, she's a girl in a guy's room and "proposal" has certain connotations...]
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... Eh...? [ her face scrunches up in confusion, and she rests her hands on her hips. ] What are you actin' so squirrely for, Chicken Boy?
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You're a girl, I'm a boy, and you just jumped into my bed!
[Give him back his innocence, Eliza! While he tries to overlook her awkward position, poised with one leg on either side of him as he lays half-prone beneath. Yikes.jpg.]
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Sooo~rry!! You're very cute — not as cute as me, but still cute in your own chicken-y way — but you're just not marriage material!
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... Th-thanks? [Well, she did call him cute.] I guess. Not sure how I feel about being a piece on the side, but...
[Hey, at least the surveillance team is going to get a kick out of this recorded conversation. Enjoy that, boys.
His protesting is purely on principle; truth be told, after being in close quarters with male and female cadets and seeing plenty of skin on both, Jack lacks the modest sensibilities to sputter and blush over a girl in a dress. Even so, he pulls his legs toward him so he can drape his arms over bent knees, tucking himself up so they each have a bit of space. This isn't like being around Class Zero, bonded together inside and out.]
Do you always climb onto people's beds while they're still in it, or am I just special?
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Mmm, you're special.... [ her head tips as she crosses her legs under her skirt, letting the plaid pattern relax over slender legs. those spikes, however, might be getting caught up on the sheets. rule of funny say she won't discover this until it's far too late. ] ...But it's only because you can do magic.
[ she puffs her chest out, preening and tossing her hair back over her slim shoulders. ]
I've chosen you to be my new producer!
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Jack does his best not to wear his questions all over his face, mild curiosity taking the place of fading sleepiness. Whatever this is about, he figures if he waits long enough it'll be revealed in good time (and probably with less fuss than if he tried to rush her along). Must be important if she's waking him up and literally lower herself to his level.
Then again, who really knows what goes through Eliza and Ibaraki's minds? They mostly seem to do whatever they want to do, with or without a reason.]
Your... what?
[The magic part he'd followed just fine--he's been told his value lies in his magic so many times and with such frequency that he doesn't blink twice to hear it again--but a... producer?]
Producer of what?
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almost immediately, eliza's ego pops like an inflated balloon, and her shoulders slump; all of her relaxes. seriously? her eyes seem to say for seconds before she twists up her face and crosses her arms.
but she'll brush that off as quickly as she can, giving jack a wink that's accompanied by a spray of glittery stars. ]
My producer! [ she's laying it out like clear cards for jack to see, but it doesn't really explain anything. sigh! ] The person who offers me a contract, takes care of me, makes sure I don't overextend myself — and most importantly, makes sure people love me! ♥
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So sparkly...
[That's not like glitter that's going to get all over his bed, is it? ... Right, they're talking about something. Or she's talking about something, and he's trying to decipher it as best he's able, which isn't saying much since most of his experience with idols comes from blurry Wayward Pines memories.
They hadn't had any of that in Rubrum. The closest thing he knows to what she's describing is--]
Like a mom, you mean? [He's half jesting and... half sort of not, because honestly, what she's describing sounds a lot like Arecia. Someone who had taken care of him, been his benefactor, provided him a way out of a crap life when he otherwise would have joined hundreds of other homeless orphans on the street.] I'm not sure what I can do...
[Other than bring home food from the store and try to make them eat something that isn't fire-cooked venison.]
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eliza's expression becomes flat, and she drops her hands into her lap, her tail a limp snake at her side. ]
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[ what would have been a regular yell is amplified by eliza's dragonfire, spraying hot mana into the air and boosting her sound a few notches. gasping quickly, she claps her hands over her mouth because she didn't mean to do that. ]
... More like a Husband.
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[Why does everything always happen to him? Jack rolls to the side to avoid the outburst just in time for rustling to sound from the cooler on the floor, followed by a string of high-pitched cheeping. Damn it, Eliza, you woke the baby.]
Let's try and not burn down the house. [He sighs and moves to pluck it out of its confines. He finds he's sighing a lot under this roof.] You said this wasn't a proposal. How is that any better?
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... [ eliza keeps her eyes on the little chick, not wanting to burn it for all she teases jack about consuming it for dinner. look, even a girl like her is weak to cute things, having wanted to become the cutest thing of them all.
finally, after a few moments of silence, eliza lets her hands shift down into her lap. ] You and I enter into a contract, and you give me mana! In return, I'll protect you, cook for you, massage your feet when you get tired-♥!
[ oh god ... wait, is that what that shitty fox really wanted to do? eliza's been a wife before, been a mother, but... almost immediately as she mentions it, eliza pulls a disgusted face. ]
... 'Kay, not that last one.
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Once he's satisfied she's not about to belch dragon fire in his face or the chick's, Jack settles back on the bed with the wiggling yellow fluffball balanced on his knee. Boy and chocobo both have downy tufts for hair; it's dangerous to be so near an open flame, they'd go up like a matchstick.]
Do my feet smell that bad?
[Back to the actual meaningful part of what she'd said--]
Let me see if I'm following this. [His brow scrunches.] You mean "mana" as in... magic? You want my magic? But you have way more than me.
[Being a super-powered, nigh-indestructible dragon girl must have its perks. Fearless to a fault, Chirpy the chocobo, now wide awake and trilling curiously, rolls off his knee to hop-bounce his way over to Eliza.]
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but at least she's cute, eyes going wide as she glances down at the chocobo chick. eliza knows that the only part about her that people know is that she's cruel and heartless, so her hands are hesitant to reach forward and touch the soft down of the baby. her claws curl, and she hovers her palm above the fluffy chick's head before finally letting it drop onto its neck. her hand slides down to its back and finally rests under its wings before she'll answer jack's inquiry. ]
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[ the small chick hops into her lap, and she adjusts her seat so that it can better fluff down into a safe space. ]
But it's not infinite. I have to replenish my mana every so often because if I don't, I'll die!
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Jack leaves the winged duo to their business. What he knows best of all are threats, and he doesn't think Eliza is that--not to the baby chocobo, and not to himself. Probably. Not without a little provoking, maybe, which he isn't about to provide.
... In fact, he might call the dragon girl and the demon girl the closest things he has to friends here. Which is why his attention perks up when she says it's a matter of life or death. Seriously?]
Die? Wow, no way. That's a bad deal. But I think I'm starting to get it--you have mana, but you can't get it from its source anymore... so you need more?
[Jack's familiar with the need for a middle man. Thanks to Mother's special privileges, he can replenish his magic by himself, but it isn't that way for most Rubrans who need to tap into the Vermilion Bird Crystal. Without access to the Crystal, their magic dries up like a puddle under the sun. Is it like that for her?]
I'd share some to help you if I could, but I don't know how to just loan power like a cup of sugar. How does a "contract" work?