Papadakis & Co.

Ian Papadakis. 16. Hydra. Jackal 204. Briary's Academy for the Terminally Supernatural. Drew. Tom. Will. Joe.

[ian-papadakis]

magicalauren:

“Alright, sassy pants, don’t bite the hand that’s feeding you.” She pulls out a bag of candy from her pocket to occupy herself, taking from the boy’s tone he doesn’t want to talk anymore.

But then mid-Twizzler she bursts into questions. “So is it like you have your own band of dudes to talk to? Do they have names? Are they talking right now, what do they think of me?”

Right, because I’d definitely starve if I don’t get enough junk food thanks to your benevolence.

However, those questions are very spot on and deserve merit. 

[pauses, thinking of how to go about explaining] 

Yes, they have names, and they don’t shut up most of the time. What do they think of you? One thinks you’re food, another thinks you ought to be eating proper food instead.

[hands her the empty bag of chips]

[ian-papadakis]

notichabodcrane:

Don’t be lame. I’m super cool, they’d totally like me.

Well. They don’t.

[ian-papadakis]

notichabodcrane:

Why not?

Because.

[ian-papadakis]

Peach Surprise a la Maxwell | Self-Para (+Wendy & Finnian)

Even before Coal Cabin appeared in view, Ian could already hear the wailing from within. It was not high-pitched but definitely feminine, and a testament to how non-soundproofed the cabins were that he could hear Wendy even from a few meters away. Or maybe his ears are just that good but the point is, the hag had come visiting once again, just like what she threatened said the other day. But unlike last time, she was making use of the waterworks knowing Finnian would be more sympathetic than Ian would be in the face of womanly tears.

He kicked the cabin door open and spotted just in time the selkie being jolted awake -- surprisingly, he managed to doze off in the middle of patting Wendy’s head and (possibly) whispering words of assurance that no, she wouldn’t be dying in the hands of the new witch hunter-witch and that she didn’t need to keep up the act of being a supposed werewolf.

“--I even tried eating half-cooked steak--and,--and--,” Wendy sobbed into a pillow, though she was already half rising and one of her hands reaching out for one of the two peach surprises that Ian brought back with him from the mess hall (under orders from the hag who was still keeping tabs on Maxwell’s recipes). “There’s really nothing for Finnian, I see,” she sniffled as her eyes narrowed at the hydra, disapproving.

“What.” He countered, but Finnian was already going, “No, it’s fine, I’m good,” that Wendy was forced to drop the subject. Wiping her tears, she took a bite and sighed, while the selkie relaxed and leaned against the head of the bunk bed. He watched as Ian took the other end of the bed and nonchalantly ate the one he got for himself and...

“By the way, can’t both of you not use my bunk bed as some sort of conference couch?” Ian complained as Finnian fell to the side, the thud muffled by the bunk bed mattress. The other two fell silent and listened to the selkie’s even breathing.

Wendy could not help it. “Aww...,” she said, and Ian rolled his eyes. “He’s so sweet, you know,” she turned back to the other boy, shaking her head at his apparent hostility.

“’He’s so sweet, ooh’,” he mimicked in a simpering voice, “I’m sick of it.”

“Finnian will never make an enemy out of you no matter what you do. He truly thinks of you as a friend.”

Ian made a face and angrily bit into the peach. Musing a little as he chewed, he then stood up and stooped a bit, smooshing the rest onto the selkie’s cheek -- peach, ice cream, meringue, and all -- before storming out of the cabin. The sound of the hag’s distinct cackles rang in his ears before it became muffled as the cabin door slammed shut behind him.

[ian-papadakis]

agnes-svarog:

What’s up then, grumpy guts?

Nah, purely instinct; nothing personal.

Any tips on how I can pass the final?

[ian-papadakis]

magicalauren:

“Hydra?” She stops for a moment, summoning up all the dramatics she can before saying,

“Oh my god,” she begins to laugh excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to say that. It’s from a comic book. Here, here,” She passes him the chips encouragingly. “You deserve these.” She munches on a couple before thinking it over. “So, like, without the glamour, do you really have more than one head?”

...

I know it’s from a comic book. All the other kids liked those stuff.

[snatches the bag of chips and grumpily eats]

There’s five of us.

[ian-papadakis]

notichabodcrane:

You’ve got, like, six other heads, right? Just curious about ‘em.

Yes, I’ve got a few other heads.

No, you can’t meet them.

[ian-papadakis]

kevinphleobes:

Well we can always find ways to cope.

Ways...

[ian-papadakis]

kevinphleobes:

They come pre-packed, no thanks to the ‘no hunting’ rules here.

Right. Four years of that; hope you’ll get used to it.

[ian-papadakis]

agnes-svarog:

Oh, definitely. Theatrics complete me.

Good for you. You’re obviously thriving. I wish I could put a damper on things.

[ian-papadakis]

francescamarina:

What bad news?

All kinds of bad news.

I knew I should’ve picked Aquatic Volleyball again this year.

[ian-papadakis]

notichabodcrane:

So am I ever gonna meet the rest of the Ians? Or are they off-limits?

...

What’s that again?

[ian-papadakis]

magicalauren:

“In that they learn the lore, the weaknesses, etc. But none of the ones I worked with had magic. It wasn’t a common thing. I was pretty much the secret weapon.”

“And also you ignored me,” She pulls the bag of chips to her other side to where he can’t reach. “Your turn.”

So you’re the weirdo hunter. Good to know. 

[follows the bag of chips with his eyes]

Fine. I’m a hydra. [pauses and rolls his eyes] Fiinnnne... We’re a hydra.

[ian-papadakis]

kevinphleobes:

Chewy, crunchy, but hey– better than a liquid diet.

Haven’t eaten anything alive for a while now though.

You didn’t hunt that, did you.

[ian-papadakis]

kevinphleobes:

Exactly. It’ll be a riot.

(he shrugs when the boy declines, he continues to drink it)

It’s just blood– no one you know.

Doesn’t matter. We tend to like it with flesh and bone.

[ian-papadakis]

kevinphleobes:

You can use Alfabetos, that way they can eat their sorrow after. Humans tend to do that.

(offers his glass)

Y’want some?

They’ll take forever to piece it together and by that time the event’s already happened...

Hm. In a way, it’s kind of a good idea. 

[stares suspiciously at the offered drink] ...No.

[ian-papadakis]

agnes-svarog:

[Agnes smiles a little and glances at him]

My personal favourite is writing it on their wall in any substance that resembles blood.

You a fan of theatrics?