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The Mad Hatter||Remmy and Saoirse

As usual, Remmy left the decision of dinner up to her. Saoirse was more familiar with the restaurants around London anyhow. She had always frequented them since her own cooking skills left much to be desired. They could both live without eating charred food, especially when the cozy little Italian place up the block delivered. It was far from gourmet and she imagined Amico would scoff at the commercialized Italian food, but Remmy would be more than thankful for it. She was always such a little dear. Saoirse had not expected to take a liking to the girl, but it was hard not to when she and Cassius were both so doting and loving. Even if their admiration was falsely rooted in some belief that she was a good and helpful person it still brought a certain sense of happiness to her. She was only human after all and what person did not enjoy the feeling of being adored? It was hard for her to properly reciprocate this adoration and love they possessed, but she got by. Remmy had grown on her more than she would have expected, but it was hard to care very much even though it became clearer and clearer that Remmy was not suited for Wolfram and Hart. She could at least rationalize that Remmy was a good ally to have which made their arrangement a bit more acceptable in her mind.

Since it had been a while since they had worked on her powers, Saoirse softly suggested, “Why don’t we start with some simple meditating?” Remmy had agreed as was to be expected. This was their usual routine so they took their respective spots on the floor settling into the plushy beige carpet that lined it. Saoirse let her eyes flutter shut so she could relax into meditation. Normally slipping into a calm meditative state was simple for her, but after the hellish week of nightmares it felt too much like trying to fall asleep. Though outwardly she would not show as much, the week of nightmares had taken its toll. Normally it was easy enough for her to not think of what happened with her parents, but after a week of being plagued with nightmares that forced her to relive the moment over and over again. It had made her feel a bit darker and caused her more angry feelings to resurface. They still lingered as she tried to slip into a meditative state and the darkness overtook her blank mind.

She was soon drawn out of her meditative state by a ring on the door bell. Her eyes flew open and she realized she had let her guard down a bit too much. It seemed as if Remmy had not noticed, but she knew letting her own darkness simmer to the surface could raise a number of questions she was not entirely prepared to answer. She stood up and eagerly went to answer the door. The distraction would hopefully crush any weirdness that was hanging in the air. Saoirse shoved a wad of cash off on the man and he was on his merry way. She brought the food back over to the coffee table and went off to the kitchen to grab some plates and silverware. Her steps were slower as she tried to shake away the last of the remaining anger that still seemed to cling to her, but it seemed to be of no use. Perhaps she should have rescheduled. It was hard to keep her bright and cheery aura going when something was pricking at the darkness beneath it all.

She sat back down on the ground and gave Remmy a soft smile. Outwardly she knew she seemed back to normal, but there was a good chance Remmy had still picked up on the darkness she was usually able to stifle. There was no use in thinking about it though, it only made it more likely that Remmy would find her out so she cleared her head a bit and took a bit of the raviolis she had ordered. She had been sure to get all vegetarian food for Remmy’s sake even though she usually preferred the meat sauce. She let out a soft “mm” and said, “So it’s not the best Italian food around, but still delicious, right?” The curious glance she was receiving worried her. Odds were she had already blown this. She simply could not shake off the worry now and knew it was bringing everything else to surface. Had this been a different week, maybe her control would be better. It almost always was. She was used to having her mind and aura read, but that was usually at work where she had nothing to hide. This was different. She swallowed down a bite of food trying to keep the conversation as normal as possible. “When we finish eating, we can return to the meditating again and really get started for the day.”

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Her suspicion of Saoirse's strange aura only rose when she got up to get the food. There was a clear block in place, but there were holes in it, Remmy could feel them. The more concerning thing was that Saoirse felt the need to block anything from her-- didn't she trust Remmy not to pry into her private thoughts and memories? Apparently not. A tight feeling wound in her chest, making her feel not so hungry anymore. It wasn't a feeling she was all too familiar with, but she did know what it was. It was anxiety-- she was getting nervous again. Never before had she ever gotten nervous, but since coming to London, it'd happened quite a few times. She wasn't sure she liked it all too much, but normal people experienced nervous and anxiety on almost the daily. Maybe this was just a part of her becoming more like the people around her; maybe it was her finally fitting into a place she'd never felt she belonged.

Looking back over at Saoirse as she prepared the food in the kitchen, Remmy lifted herself slowly from the ground, still keeping her mind open, watching Saoirse's aura closely. She made sure to not make it look too obvious-- it would do her no good to alert Saoirse of her prying. Curiosity was one thing Remmy was all too familiar with, and despite it probably being a huge invasion of Saoirse's privacy, she wanted to know so badly what it was she was hiding from her. Because it was most definitely a curious thing.

Remmy joined Saoirse back on the floor as they each took a plate and helped themselves to some ravioli and salad. Saoirse had been kind enough to order vegetarian just for Remmy, and she smiled, thanking her kindly. “So it’s not the best Italian food around, but still delicious, right?” Remmy shrugged and smiled.

"Well, considering I haven't exactly had much Italian food in my life, it's quiet good," she agreed, nodding. Since coming to London, she'd tried many new foods, all ones she was delighted to eat. Each time she tried something new, it reminded her of the afternoon she'd formally met Cassius-- she remembered watching him put the finishing touches on his pastries like those very ones were his life's work. Such detail and care, all for something that was going to be eaten anyway. It was such a wonderful thing to watch. Plopping a few more ravioli's on her plate, she prodded one with her fork and listened to what Saoirse was saying, although not really hearing it. Instead, she was listening to Saoirse's thoughts. Feeling her aura. Prodding the wall that was already crumbling in Saoirse's head.

A sudden darkness rose up between them and Remmy jumped, dropping her fork. It was strangling her, it was so heavy. So black. So thick with dark feelings. She scrambled up, staring at Saoirse with wide eyes. "I...I, umm..." she gripped the edges of the couch tightly. "I should..." glanced at the door. "I should go. I shold probably-- because I have class a-and..." she scurried around the couch, staring at Saoirse still with wide, hazel eyes, as if Saoirse were going to leap up and stab her with the fork in her hand, still covered in sauce. She swallowed taughtly. "I...

"Is that....really you?"

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The Mad Hatter||Remmy and Saoirse

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The more Remmy progressed in practicing her ability, the more cautious Saoirse had to be. Sure, she had her mind swept plenty of times before at work, but she had nothing to hide there. With Remmy, the knowledge of who she was and what she really did would probably scare her off. In a way, this was a risk, but she had some practice in blocking her thoughts. There were certainly details of her life she had managed to hide from Ryan so doing the same with Remmy should not prove to be a problem. It had probably been a bit since Remmy had really gotten to practice given she had been away for a few weeks. It was not likely that she would be able to get a full read of her mind anyhow. She was mostly safe for now though with the promise being shown, she was going to have to keep her guard up. A wrong slip of information could send her running or be dangerous. There was so much about the world Remmy had yet to see and there was so much Saoirse had seen that Remmy should never know of. It would shatter the illusion that the world was a big and beautiful place. That was not something she wished to do. Not now, but maybe one day she would have to.

Her kitchen skills were limited so she had not done much in the way of food other than a cheese platter and a fruit platter. That only requires slicing which was hardly dangerous. Given her affinity to fire, one would think she would be a bit better about not burning things in the kitchen, but more often than not she ended up throwing out charred food when she even bothered to cook in the first place. Since she was having company she settled on simple so her flat would not be riddled with the smell of smoke. The fruit and cheese were nicely arranged on platters and she set them down on her coffee table. Remmy would be arriving shortly. There were already an array of new books for her to take with her that would give her some insight on her powers and admittedly, the original field notes of the time Zora Neale Hurston spent studying hoodoo in New Orleans was an expensive added bonus meant to be more of a gift for Remmy.

When she finally heard a knock on the door, Saoirse pranced over and let a friendly grin take over her features. She opened the door being as welcoming as possible as she said, “Hello, Remmy, dear.” She was pleasantly surprised by the salad Remmy brought along and a bit disappointed with herself for not planning dinner better. She assumed it would be best if they could agree upon something to order out since Saoirse almost always did the planning. Appearing controlling was not something she wished to do though she was sure Remmy did not see her as such. She stepped aside allowing Remmy to enter while she explained, “That looks delicious. I actually only have some cheese and fruit set out. I was thinking we could decide on dinner together for a change since I don’t actually cook.”

She took the bowl from Remmy and brought it over to the coffee table. She set it down with the other things. There were already plates set up so she motioned to the books and said, “Those are all for you. There’s one in particular I think you may enjoy. It’s not on your powers, but I came across it while shopping and thought of you.”

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Remmy was grateful to Saoirse for many things-- her helping Remmy out was just one thing. The woman had been very kind when they'd first met, after Remmy had had a near fit in the book shop. Not only that, but Saoirse had taken her under her wing, all for nothing in return. As she'd explained it, it was simply because she liked helping other people. Which, to Remmy, was rather admirable. Saoirse was one of the people Remmy looked up to in her life, someone she could aim to be like. Though Remmy had many idols and heroes, Saoirse was someone who was close up. Corporeal. Remmy could see her and talk to her and she was this physical presence in Remmy's life that wasn't some far off dream or long dead historical figure. Saoirse was someone who was still alive and changing and it was nice to have someone like that in her life, finally. Someone who she could look up to, someone she could look to or direction. Someone who could actually talk to her and point her in the right direction.

So it was a no-brainer to her, to just come over and show up with a pre-made salad and agree happily to ordering food from wherever. Remmy watched Saoirse head into the kitchen and set down the bowl she'd brought next to the lovely arrangements of fruit and crackers. She gave a soft smile and went over to the pile of books Saoirse motioned to, sliding her hand over the cover of the one on top of the stack. "Wow, this is amazing. Thank you so much," she said in slight awe as she picked up the book and flipped it open. "You really didn't have to. This is..." she paused, not sure of what the word she was looking for was. She settled on, "Thank you." Closing the book, she set it back on top of the stack, "Where should we order from? I'm still actually not that familiar with the restaurants around here, I usually cook at home. My mum and I could never really afford to eat out so I'm not used to that being at my disposal and all," she shrugged, heading into the living room and sitting down across from Saoirse.

They ordered from one of the places Saoirse frequented, and Saoirse made sure they had a vegetarian dish for Remmy. The fact that she remembered was sweet. As they waited for their food to arrive, they munched on the platters Saoirse had prepared, while setting up a space for them to practice and meditate in. Meditation was the best way to set up a serene set of mind, which was the best mood one could be in to properly use telepathic powers. Remmy felt a bit nervous, admittedly-- it'd been a while since she practiced, but she was confident enough in herself and her abilities that she figured it would be easy to pick back up. She sat down on the floor on the pillow across from Saoirse and folded her legs up, taking in a deep breath, resting her hands on her knees. She'd watched Saoirse do it a few times, and she'd read about how to relax the body-- though it was different for most, Remmy found that simply sitting cross-legged with her hands on her knees, palms facing down, she could enter a rather relaxed state without trying too hard.

Her head swam through the ether. She could feel and sense and smell things that weren't always visible to the naked eye. They were, however, often visible to her. She was never sure if it was an actual Sadecki thing, or if maybe she herself was special, but she hadn't bothered to bring it up quite yet. As she let her eyes open softly, she reveled in the brilliant array of colors splashing around them. Red and blue and yellow mixing with green and purple and orange. There was something different this time, though. Black. Something blocking Remmy's spiritual access to Saoirse. Was she doing that? Remmy tilted her head as she watched her. For a moment, she thought about reaching out, about prodding into Saoirse's brain. it would be so easy, to open a link between them. Remmy knew Saoirse's aura inside and out, whether Saoirse knew it or not. She relaxed her body again, prepared to open a link--

The door bell rang, snapping them both out of it. Saoirse looked oddly relieved and Remmy eyed her with concealed curiosity. Yes, something was definitely up; and Remmy was determined to find out what.

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Almost Late For An Interview || Cordy & Remmy

It had been a hectic morning, starting with Cordelia’s alarm not going off. She instead woke up to the cliché chirping song of the birds perched outside her apartment window. Oh sorry, her flat window. Lurching forward and upright in her bed, Cordy grabbed her phone off its charger and to her dismay, saw that she should have left fifteen minutes ago. Angel had informed her the previous day that she would be interviewing a girl named Remmy for the internship position, but she didn’t know what time the girl would be coming in. Rushing into the bathroom, she took one look at her hair and groaned. No time to shower today, she instead opted for her dry shampoo can, aka her godsend, and sprayed a generous amount at her roots, working the product into her dark locks.

Next was brushing her teeth, which she did while frantically looking for an outfit in her closet, settling on slim high waisted skirt paired with a quarter sleeve v-neck top. Running back into the bathroom, Cordelia rinsed her mouth, then grabbed a tube of mascara which she piled on quickly before just taking her entire makeup bag with her out of the bathroom, deciding that she would finish applying it on the way to the office. Grabbing her phone and keys, she was out the door ten seconds later, locking it behind her. As if the heavens just knew that she was running late, a taxi just happened to be right outside her building, letting out one of her neighbors, an elderly woman named Mrs. Bowley.

“Morning Mrs. Bowley! I’m running late, may I steal your cab?”

Cordy was already sliding into the backseat of the taxi before the old woman could say a word.

“Angel Investigations, please. And step on it!” She told the driver, pulling out her concealer and powder from her makeup bag, applying what she could in the time it took to get to the office. Fifteen minutes later, the cabbie stopped the car. Cordelia tossed a twenty at the driver, telling him to keep the change, then hopped out of the taxi, purse in tow. To her relief, Remmy wasn’t there yet. Or, she had been waiting for ages and got sick of waiting and just left. She hoped the latter wasn’t true. Cordelia was the first one at the office today, which meant that she had to open up. Flipping on the light switches in the main lobby, she got right to firing up the coffee pot.

Instant coffee it is today, I guess. She thought gloomily to herself. Normally, she would grab everyone a cup of Starbucks but since she was running late today, she had to settle for good ol’ Folgers. Yum.

While the coffee brewed, Cordy sat down at her desk pulling out the necessary paperwork that Remmy would need to fill out, along with organizing a few knick knacks that she had laying around her workspace.

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Anxiety rolled through her like none she'd ever experienced before. Tapping her foot on the ground, she gave herself one last look over before switching out the light and heading out. That morning she'd gotten up an hour early to prepare everything she needed-- her school credentials, her work credentials, her outfit, her breakfast. Cassius had been such a sweetheart and made her pancakes so she could concentrate on getting ready. It was nice to be back in London, even though they shared a tiny, cramped, one-bedroom apartment right now. Hopefully things would look up soon, because now Remmy was going to maybe get a job interning, and Cass had a stable job at the bakery, and once her landlord called her back she'd have a new place to live-- or maybe her and Cass could find a different place together. Maybe he could come live with her in the college flats? She was sure it would all work out in due time.

Full up on homemade pancakes and fresh orange juice, Remmy was ready to have her first internship interview. There wasn't much she could have actually prepared for this, except going over all her skills and classes she'd taken in her head. She mumbled practice questions to herself as she walked along, dragging her feet a bit slowly. She'd been nervous before, sure, but not like this. Then again, this was a job that could potentially get her experience for further work in the field she wanted to go in-- this was a step in the direction of the rest of her life. And that was a lot of pressure riding on one person's-- half-person's-- shoulders. As she reached the building, she pulled out the flier to make sure she was at the right place, before pushing past the front door and heading into the building.

It was airy inside, and although the building itself was small, it seemed spacious. Remmy took in a deep breath and headed up to the front desk where there was a woman, organizing some papers and things around her workspace. "Um, hello," she squeaked, then back tracked and cleared her throat. "My name's Remmy-- I'm here for the interview?" she asked, holding up the flier and giving a toothy smile. The woman had tanned skin and bright, beaming eyes, just as luscious a brown as the locks that settled around her shoulders. It occurred to Remmy that she hadn't even gotten to know anything about the actual place before coming in to apply, except that it was a Private Investigation firm, and it dealt with paranormal and supernatural cases.

The woman's name was Cordelia-- it said so right on her tag. "I called in the other day," Remmy started explaining, setting the flier down and pulling the little folder she'd put together out of her bag. "I talk to Angel. Is he here? Will he be interviewing me?" she asked, unsure why she was spouting all these unnecessary questions. Shut up, Remmy. Stay cool. Stay collected. Like Cass said, you have nothing to worry about. Swallowing, she took a small step back, gathering herself up again. "Sorry, didn't mean to hit you with all those questions. Should I just wait somewhere?" she asked sweetly, giving Cordelia a small grin, her hazel eyes sparkling with anxiety and excitement. If there was one thing Remmy had one up on others, it was her ability to show pure excitement, her enthusiasm for all things she enjoyed. There was never a dull moment around her.

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