❛ GUESS WHO ?! ❜
“ ---- am I supposed to care ??? ”

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❛ GUESS WHO ?! ❜
“ ---- am I supposed to care ??? ”
“You know, I feel a lot more at home in this body. I feel more clean.” Her eyes flutter closed, and she takes a deep breath. “But that’s not to say I want to stay here. I think maybe we should go to the nemeton.” She nods.
“ I’m glad that you’re feeling better and all, and I definitely agree, but uh... who are you again??? ” Still being fairly new to the town, he’d been having trouble keeping up with who was who in the first round. Now that everyone (or, y’know, almost everyone) had been switched again, it was damn near impossible for him.
“—i know i said something about messing with the tree to figure out what happened. but i never got around to it. so this time i really wasn’t my fault. “
“ --- wait -- Harry? what the hell? you got --- seriously?? ”
“ — knock yourself out. ”
“ do you not understand humor, body thief? “
“ body thief? really? you think I want to be stuck in your body?? ”
thegoldengirlsavior
“the explanation isn’t necessarily the most difficult part of it.” her head shakes a little as she considers how to explain it to someone else. so many non-magical people being affected by magic would be something the authorities would not be happy with her, even if she hand’t anything do do with it. last resort. “according to their history books, the books been there for nearly a thousand years. the only reason the tree could have been cut down was because of kira’s mum with the nogitsune. so maybe there wasn’t enough precaution taken before cutting into it and letting that magic out again.”
“Whatever you say,” he answered with a shrug. If she didn’t feel like getting into it, he wouldn’t push her. It might’ve been weird...but that didn’t necessarily mean he cared that much, to put it bluntly. Honestly, he was more concerned with getting back into their proper bodies, and he figured she was the same. Nogitsune. He knew it meant ‘field fox,’ but he had a feeling there was a deeper meaning there that he wasn’t aware of. “Right, okay. So cutting it down the first time unleashed its power? And that’s basically what happened again, this time. Did anyone ever stop to think that maybe cutting into it isn’t such a great idea?”
Polyamory sentence starters
You know I love you, right? Because... I think I'm attracted to someone else.
My wife/husband and I want you to be our boyfriend/girlfriend.
Have you ever tried dating two people at once before?
Wait a minute, so the both of you want me?
I'm so confused, I don't understand it. I want you, but I want them, too.
Are you sure they're not going to get jealous over us being together?
Wait, so how does this work? Are you just going to share me?
If I wanted to try kissing both of you, could I?
I don't want to get between the two of you, but I love you. Both of you.
Remember that guy/girl from work I was telling you about? I want to invite them to join us.
I can't sleep without both of you there.
It's not cheating if we have permission to be together.
Wait, is this a date? Did the two of you invite me out on a date?
We were wondering if you'd like to come home with us. Both of us.
We don't have the usual sort of relationship, we're open to inviting others.
I'm not sure who's eyefucked me more tonight, you or your boyfriend/girlfriend.
I've never known of three people making it work before, but I want to try.
shoulders roll mildly as she considers that. “sometimes a secret society gets a little too secret. then again, i’ve got no room to talk. we’re pretty secretive ourselves.” her head tips a little, nose wrinkling as she considers it. “i mean, it’s a weird town. godric knows someone somewhere has noticed something enough to write about it.” she flips through a book for long moments before her head shakes. “an alternative is always better. trying to explain what happened here would probably be a little difficult.”
“ seriously? ” he raised his brows, giving her a bit of an incredulous look. “ you couldn’t come up with a resonable explanation for this?” he’d experienced way weirder things during his, admittedly somewhat brief, life. an apocalypse or two, a vanishing moon, having his body hijacked, then having his powers leeched... honestly, if it weren’t for the distance, he’d have no problem heading back to Gatlin and explaining what happened. hell, most of them would probably hardly bat an eye. it took him a moment to refocus after that. “ alternative. right. ” books first, then look for a library or entrances to the tunnels. “ so, let’s hear the always enlightened human perspective on the supernatural of beacon hills. ”
The sorceress lifted an eyebrow, her lips parting inpreparation for a scathing remark as the young man disappeared in a flash.Philippa spun around as she sensed the disturbance in the magical currents justbehind her.
Nothing.
Nothing except the sensation of a touch, a hand onthe back of her neck. Her immediate reaction was to shake him off, after all,the magician did not take kindly to people touching her on a whim. She raised her left hand threateningly, lightning dancingaround her fingers, ready to strike, to show him exactly how she was like todeal with such intrusions.
“How d a r e you – oh.”
Philippa was not entirely sure what she had expected, but itcertainly wasn’t the snowy owl that was now looking up at her with anexpression that was entirely too smug for her liking.
“I see”, she nodded towards the bird, dispersing the spellinto a burst of bright blue sparks as she flourished her fingers.
“Another polymorph. And one who happens to take the exactsame form as myself. How peculiar. How come I’ve never heard of you, youngman?”
The lightning at her fingertips didn’t scare him -- after all, he was more durable than most -- but with human speech beyond him in this unfamiliar form, the only response he offered was a ruffling of his wings. Wings. That one was new. He hadn’t had a chance to ‘collect’ a polymorph’s abilities yet, as rare as they tended to be. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world by far, but...he’d admit that there was a certain appeal to it. Maybe he’d have to look into learning the skill himself at some point. Or finding a polymorph whose chosen form fit him better.
With a moments concentration, his form shifted, and he stood once more, rolling his neck and shoulders, making a face as the last of the lingering sensations of the change faded away. “I’m not a polymorph,” he countered, meeting her gaze evenly. “Or, at least I wasn’t until about...ninety seconds ago,” he elaborated with a shrug. Someone as smart as Philippa Eilhart was sure to draw the connection between his touch and the replication of her ability without him needing to spell it out -- or so he hoped. Either way, he moved on to address her next question.
“As for why you haven’t heard of me...” he glanced off to the side for a brief moment, his cocky demeanor faltering -- just briefly. “I haven’t seen much of the world until recently -- and it hasn’t seen much of me, either.”
For once in my life, I want to be the guy who does the right thing.
I love you, Olivia. This is my chance.
“ huh. ” he's genuinely interested, if a bit bemused by the whole subject. “ I guess we're a little too good at hiding --- even from people like us. ” it was bizarre to think that there was a whole new supernatural world out there that he hadn't encountered yet...but that wasn't exactly a priority right now. Interesting as it might have been, it didn't even make the list. “ if human records are all we've got, then we'll just have to suck it up and work with them, ” he shrugs, moving closer and grabbing one of the myriad books. “ worse comes to worst, there are a few calls I can make. but, y'know, if there's an alternative... ”
Liv: “You don’t have to do this.” John: “Yeah. I do. For once in my life, I want to be the guy that does the right thing.” Liv: “I don’t want you to go. We just— I never had a chance. We never had a chance.” John: “Shh. We did. I love you, Olivia. This is my chance.”
{ @snarkomancy – cont’d ask } There was a moment in which he considered not rising to the bait, not trying to impress her. In the end, it didn’t last long at all. After all, he was pretty impressive — and an infuriating mystery, even try himself — so why not? And who better to go to for answers than the famous (infamous?) Philippa Eilhart. So with lips twisted into a smirk, he vanished from sight, a loud ripping sound in his wake, reappearing behind the sorceress just long enough to set a hand at the exposed skin of her neck. Just long enough to grab what he needed. And then he was back where he’d started, face screwed up in concentration…as magic began to twist at his body, slowly at first, then all at once. And left standing where the boy had been moments before, was a large, snowy white owl, its gaze locked on the sorceress’s own as if to say ‘impressed?’
Amma was still standing on the stage, looking like she could bring down the whole tent with a single look. Bugs and worms were crawling over each other at her feet,but not one was brave enough to touch Amma. Even the bugs knew better.
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“ --- yeah, well. Fair's fair, I guess. ” He gave a stiff shrug. “ I've never heard of magic -- witches --- that actually use wands. ” And he still wasn't completely convinced she wasn't just screwing with him. “ So...I guess that's kinda on the back burner for now. ” He exhaled in a huff, shaking his head. It would be one thing if he was in his body, and could just Travel back to Gatlin --- back to L and Macon and Marian and people who actually had some idea what things like this could mean --- but he wasn't an Incubus anymore, and he definitely wasn't a hybrid. Hell, he wasn't even sure he was still a Caster, despite the eyes. “ I'll ask around --- see if there are even any Casters around here... ” a heavy sigh, and then: “ so what've you got so far? ”
“I wish I could print up a sign and tape it to my forehead. ‘I officially do not want to kiss Ethan Wate now please let me be friends with him”.
— Olivia Durand