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killercarnivore:
“So…if I were a Lycan…you would be less concerned?” BIG QUESTIONS TIME WITH BRAX.
“Ye-…” Stops and looks at the ground for a moment. That sounded like a trick question but that actually wasn’t gong to change his answer. “Yeah? ‘Cause that would mean yer happy?”
"Maybe....and this is a wild idea so stick with me, it means I am happy too." Got real conspiritorial in his tone toward the end there.
killercarnivore:
Brax stuck his head out enough to look at the ghost girl. Squinting. Clacked his teeth at her then pulled his coat back up over his head.
He didn’t answer her goodnight. Snuffing and falling asleep, despite ghost girl staring at him, in ten flat minutes of silence.
To answer her earlier question; Brax snored. One of them faint airy ones that are only obvious when you get close enough to the maker. It’s fine.
He didn’t move or make any other noise until the sun was high enough to start touching things in the city. Direct sunlight tended to be the issue for him, but indirect sun was enough to make him instinctually aware of it.
Rolled off the fan and to the ground in the early morning hours. Gruffing and putting his coat back on. Rubbing at his face and starting out into the streets.
Came back with a plastic bag with takeout boxes some twenty minutes later. Looking like he was dead-beat tired. Despite having just woke up.
“I’m going to eat your boss.” He told ghost girl very seriously. “In three seconds. One–” Ghosts weren’t usually TERRIBLY BRIGHT. And he wasn’t afraid to fucks with one.
The van did much to muffle the snoring, anyway. Arcadia fussed some, and let out a small shout at some old nightmare drifting through her mind again. She felt dawn coming like a wave passing over her skin, just the barest warning. It was enough to wake her though.
Nocturnal as she was, she usually rose at dawn to make sure the spirits in her care were looked after.
Gentian only had a few more minutes before she had to get back to her grave. And then Brax was there, making threats, and she was winding up, a yell sounding as she raised a fist, form shimmering for just a moment into something more bestial, more twisted.
Arcadia kicked the door open, hurling a glass orb that contained the memory of a sharp shock at his feet, hoping it shattered close enough to affect him. It’d only last a second, but hopefully it would deter him..
“Leave her alone, you bully,” she grumbled. “Gentian, you run home. Don’t let the sun catch you. If he’s gonna try and eat me, I’ll make sure he chokes.”
It wasn’t as if the ghost girl had a choice if she didn’t want to disappear.
The orb did shatter close enough to get him. Spurred on a small little weird...??? It did something to what little bean of magical ability he had. Creating a static buzz along his skin that left his facial and head hair FUZZED wildly in many direction. Wasn't long, but it was a clear difference. Because he was obviously shocked???? Right??????? Like people that can remember a burn enough to trick their skin into blistering.
Having a little bit more magical ability than his caste might've made that more prone to happening, too. No that he'd know it.
Shook himself out from shoulder to tail to dispell the sensation. "I think when you said 'spooky' you meant to say 'spunky'."
killercarnivore:
“A life debt would be a little extreme.” Whahups. He had been using a weaker glamour for his tail lately. Hanging around supernatural friendly people will make someone careless. Especially when you’re old and kind of relaxed to begin with.
“Maybe a drink. Or three. I once got covered in burrs and ended up painting a house to get them out.” Which sounded mUCH more reasonable to him than a life debt. “It’s just a tail, not a death omen, fella.”
“Well, I’ll be sure t’help ya out if I want free drinks or shit painted.”
“Yeah but s’waggin’ and it don’t look like a dog tail, so…” S H R U G S.
"So...if I were a Lycan...you would be less concerned?" BIG QUESTIONS TIME WITH BRAX.
sundaymarketspiritualist:
“Hey, I didn’t invite you here.” He was real weird and he should be scarier considering he just ate someone. Seemed weirdly reluctant to bother her though.
“Don’t fancy hunters like you usually have apartments and things like that? I’m just a little human who lives in a van, mate.”
She felt bad about it but… he couldn’t just sleep up there.
“Besides, what if someone sees you sleeping up there?”
“I am a simple and skilled hunter. Not fancy.” Brax said as he did a thing with his tail that didn’t do her any harm, but flicked it out of her grip all together. Rolling upright onto his hands and feet.
“No one will.” Stated with confidence. “I don’t need an invitation. I am not a sh–vampire. Let me nap. Gone by sunup.” Made little shoo motion with his hand. “I ate a lot of stuff and need to digest. You’re being rude.”
She didn’t fight to keep hold of him, though she did step back. She hummed harshly and looked at him before sighing.
“Swear thrice on your power that you won’t harm me while here and I’ll let you sleep freely on the roof.” At the very least, she supposed he’d keep other critters from bothering her. “It’s still my property, so you do need permission.” Sniffed at him, indignant. He was the rude one, by her thinking.
“You better not snore.” Eyed him up blearily.
“HAH! A witch. What kind?” Brax asked with a loud bark on the ‘hah’. Rearranging his glamour as he stood up like a normal dang person. Hands on his hips. Glancing at the van and back at her. It was her property. If he was being reasonable from her perspetive.
“So old fashioned.” Huffed out. Mulling it over. He could do as she asked, but it wouldn’t include his name and he didn’t have much power in the way of magic. That’s for other castes and sexes in his kind. Wouldn’t prove very binding. He had chewed his way through tougher magic before.
Or he could be honorable and do as requested in a way that would actually effect him. Doing so, however, would give his Name and he was not certain he could trust her with that.
Turned his head to be more full faced with her. It’s a more fearsom than desirable presentation–to him. “You have to plug your ears.”
The glamour change was a little startling but she could feel the gossamer threads of the magic settling in place. Well. She supposed he could prevent people seeing him, though she wondered if it kept up while he slept.
He’d been hiding that side of his face so far, so the scarring caught her off guard. She’d seen ghosts with far worse, but losing that eye clearly hadn’t been a gentle process.
“The spooky kind,” she replied, mouth stretched to a thin line. “And the kind that knows that old fashioned stuff works.”
Figured it was something like a Name issue with the plugging of ears and wanted to argue, but told herself she’d be in the van.
“Fine. You know the terrible things a witch can do if you double cross her,” he said, trying for ominous but coming across more petulant. She’d block her ears. Even turn away so she couldn’t read his lips. Not fully away, mind, but to the side.
“If you knew anything about ‘terrible things a witch could do’, you wouldn’t have called me a gargoyle.” Tutted back with an absent lilt to the statement.
Figured the turn away and ear plugging was enough and went about using a Voice. Speaking clear in his own language first, then hers twice more. If it didn’t sound so FLIPPANT, it might have been uncomfortable to hear. Had an undercurrent tone to it that tingled the Extra Senses.
“Braxus will not harm the spooky witch in the van while napping. Braxus will not harm the spooky witch in the van while napping.” Then he did a little hop back up to the top of the van. Without further permission. Sprawling out and moving coat around to blanket over his shoulders and head. Though heavy, he seemed to have altered a few things about himself–his weight foremost to not damage the metal. Secondly, his glamour to encourage people to look elsewhere and forget anything they might glimpse up on the van.
Except for her. She could See him just fine.
It is a verbal contract that has hOLES the size of Texas in it, but he didn’t want to eat her. Especailly while he was preoccupied with sleeping.
“Well, I don’t know if we have any of you roaming around East Coast Australia, so forgive me my ignorance on that matter. It’s not my fault you look like a gargoyle.”
It was most definitely a weird sensation. Like tv static but sour, somehow.
She knew it was bound to be full of holes, but at this point she just accepted it. She’d call up a ghost friend to keep an eye on her until just before sunrise, a keen eyed lass named Gentian who had died in the 30s. If he was able to See her, he’d be see a dark eyed greyscale girl in a pair of boy’s striped short trousers and a billowing shirt that had belonged to a man much larger than she was. Curious and radiating a sense of purpose from her. She liked tasks.
“Maybe I’ll see you in the morning, you weirdo,” she called before crawling back into the warm van for sleep. Too tired for much more drama.
Brax stuck his head out enough to look at the ghost girl. Squinting. Clacked his teeth at her then pulled his coat back up over his head.
He didn't answer her goodnight. Snuffing and falling asleep, despite ghost girl staring at him, in ten flat minutes of silence.
To answer her earlier question; Brax snored. One of them faint airy ones that are only obvious when you get close enough to the maker. It's fine.
He didn't move or make any other noise until the sun was high enough to start touching things in the city. Direct sunlight tended to be the issue for him, but indirect sun was enough to make him instinctually aware of it.
Rolled off the fan and to the ground in the early morning hours. Gruffing and putting his coat back on. Rubbing at his face and starting out into the streets.
Came back with a plastic bag with takeout boxes some twenty minutes later. Looking like he was dead-beat tired. Despite having just woke up.
"I'm going to eat your boss." He told ghost girl very seriously. "In three seconds. One--" Ghosts weren't usually TERRIBLY BRIGHT. And he wasn't afraid to fucks with one.
killercarnivore:
Gruffed a snort, crooked grin to him. “I know it is. I am an absolute unit.”
Unfortunately, his tail was a-waggin’ so it was hard to tell he was pleased.
“Yeah you are!” That gets Miles chuckling but he does side eye that tail, which makes his laugh taper off into something a bit more nervous sounding.
“I feel like if I pulled a thorn from yer paw, yuh’d owe me a life debut.” Why did he say that. His face is full of so much regret.
"A life debt would be a little extreme." Whahups. He had been using a weaker glamour for his tail lately. Hanging around supernatural friendly people will make someone careless. Especially when you're old and kind of relaxed to begin with.
"Maybe a drink. Or three. I once got covered in burrs and ended up painting a house to get them out." Which sounded mUCH more reasonable to him than a life debt. "It's just a tail, not a death omen, fella."
sundaymarketspiritualist:
“Hey, I didn’t invite you here.” He was real weird and he should be scarier considering he just ate someone. Seemed weirdly reluctant to bother her though.
“Don’t fancy hunters like you usually have apartments and things like that? I’m just a little human who lives in a van, mate.”
She felt bad about it but… he couldn’t just sleep up there.
“Besides, what if someone sees you sleeping up there?”
“I am a simple and skilled hunter. Not fancy.” Brax said as he did a thing with his tail that didn’t do her any harm, but flicked it out of her grip all together. Rolling upright onto his hands and feet.
“No one will.” Stated with confidence. “I don’t need an invitation. I am not a sh–vampire. Let me nap. Gone by sunup.” Made little shoo motion with his hand. “I ate a lot of stuff and need to digest. You’re being rude.”
She didn’t fight to keep hold of him, though she did step back. She hummed harshly and looked at him before sighing.
“Swear thrice on your power that you won’t harm me while here and I’ll let you sleep freely on the roof.” At the very least, she supposed he’d keep other critters from bothering her. “It’s still my property, so you do need permission.” Sniffed at him, indignant. He was the rude one, by her thinking.
“You better not snore.” Eyed him up blearily.
“HAH! A witch. What kind?” Brax asked with a loud bark on the ‘hah’. Rearranging his glamour as he stood up like a normal dang person. Hands on his hips. Glancing at the van and back at her. It was her property. If he was being reasonable from her perspetive.
“So old fashioned.” Huffed out. Mulling it over. He could do as she asked, but it wouldn’t include his name and he didn’t have much power in the way of magic. That’s for other castes and sexes in his kind. Wouldn’t prove very binding. He had chewed his way through tougher magic before.
Or he could be honorable and do as requested in a way that would actually effect him. Doing so, however, would give his Name and he was not certain he could trust her with that.
Turned his head to be more full faced with her. It’s a more fearsom than desirable presentation–to him. “You have to plug your ears.”
The glamour change was a little startling but she could feel the gossamer threads of the magic settling in place. Well. She supposed he could prevent people seeing him, though she wondered if it kept up while he slept.
He’d been hiding that side of his face so far, so the scarring caught her off guard. She’d seen ghosts with far worse, but losing that eye clearly hadn’t been a gentle process.
“The spooky kind,” she replied, mouth stretched to a thin line. “And the kind that knows that old fashioned stuff works.”
Figured it was something like a Name issue with the plugging of ears and wanted to argue, but told herself she’d be in the van.
“Fine. You know the terrible things a witch can do if you double cross her,” he said, trying for ominous but coming across more petulant. She’d block her ears. Even turn away so she couldn’t read his lips. Not fully away, mind, but to the side.
"If you knew anything about 'terrible things a witch could do', you wouldn't have called me a gargoyle." Tutted back with an absent lilt to the statement.
Figured the turn away and ear plugging was enough and went about using a Voice. Speaking clear in his own language first, then hers twice more. If it didn't sound so FLIPPANT, it might have been uncomfortable to hear. Had an undercurrent tone to it that tingled the Extra Senses.
"Braxus will not harm the spooky witch in the van while napping. Braxus will not harm the spooky witch in the van while napping." Then he did a little hop back up to the top of the van. Without further permission. Sprawling out and moving coat around to blanket over his shoulders and head. Though heavy, he seemed to have altered a few things about himself--his weight foremost to not damage the metal. Secondly, his glamour to encourage people to look elsewhere and forget anything they might glimpse up on the van.
Except for her. She could See him just fine.
It is a verbal contract that has hOLES the size of Texas in it, but he didn't want to eat her. Especailly while he was preoccupied with sleeping.
killercarnivore:
“I have question to this saying…Is the house made of brick and for shit? Or are bricks made of shit?” He knows the saying means that he is quite buff and this is leaving him chuffed–bUT THE QUESTION REMAINED NAGGING at him.
“Uuh.” Well, he did not! Expect to be quizzed on this! “It’s a house made o’bricks fer shittin’. S’gotta be uh, yanno. Sturdy so it doesn’t just get blown over. …………I swear it’s a compliment.”
Gruffed a snort, crooked grin to him. "I know it is. I am an absolute unit."
Unfortunately. his tail was a-waggin' so it was hard to tell he was pleased.
“Jesus, yer built like a brick shit house…”
@killercarnivore
"I have question to this saying...Is the house made of brick and for shit? Or are bricks made of shit?" He knows the saying means that he is quite buff and this is leaving him chuffed--bUT THE QUESTION REMAINED NAGGING at him.
sundaymarketspiritualist:
“Hey, I didn’t invite you here.” He was real weird and he should be scarier considering he just ate someone. Seemed weirdly reluctant to bother her though.
“Don’t fancy hunters like you usually have apartments and things like that? I’m just a little human who lives in a van, mate.”
She felt bad about it but… he couldn’t just sleep up there.
“Besides, what if someone sees you sleeping up there?”
“I am a simple and skilled hunter. Not fancy.” Brax said as he did a thing with his tail that didn’t do her any harm, but flicked it out of her grip all together. Rolling upright onto his hands and feet.
“No one will.” Stated with confidence. “I don’t need an invitation. I am not a sh–vampire. Let me nap. Gone by sunup.” Made little shoo motion with his hand. “I ate a lot of stuff and need to digest. You’re being rude.”
She didn’t fight to keep hold of him, though she did step back. She hummed harshly and looked at him before sighing.
“Swear thrice on your power that you won’t harm me while here and I’ll let you sleep freely on the roof.” At the very least, she supposed he’d keep other critters from bothering her. “It’s still my property, so you do need permission.” Sniffed at him, indignant. He was the rude one, by her thinking.
“You better not snore.” Eyed him up blearily.
"HAH! A witch. What kind?" Brax asked with a loud bark on the 'hah'. Rearranging his glamour as he stood up like a normal dang person. Hands on his hips. Glancing at the van and back at her. It was her property. If he was being reasonable from her perspetive.
"So old fashioned." Huffed out. Mulling it over. He could do as she asked, but it wouldn't include his name and he didn't have much power in the way of magic. That's for other castes and sexes in his kind. Wouldn't prove very binding. He had chewed his way through tougher magic before.
Or he could be honorable and do as requested in a way that would actually effect him. Doing so, however, would give his Name and he was not certain he could trust her with that.
Turned his head to be more full faced with her. It's a more fearsom than desirable presentation--to him. "You have to plug your ears."
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sundaymarketspiritualist:
“Hey, I didn’t invite you here.” He was real weird and he should be scarier considering he just ate someone. Seemed weirdly reluctant to bother her though.
“Don’t fancy hunters like you usually have apartments and things like that? I’m just a little human who lives in a van, mate.”
She felt bad about it but… he couldn’t just sleep up there.
“Besides, what if someone sees you sleeping up there?”
“I am a simple and skilled hunter. Not fancy.” Brax said as he did a thing with his tail that didn’t do her any harm, but flicked it out of her grip all together. Rolling upright onto his hands and feet.
“No one will.” Stated with confidence. “I don’t need an invitation. I am not a sh--vampire. Let me nap. Gone by sunup.” Made little shoo motion with his hand. “I ate a lot of stuff and need to digest. You’re being rude.”
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BBQ, all-you-can-eat, the fact that there are still edible animals like bovine being here is great--Can’t lie that I miss a brufu fruit, though.
Oranges are close. Real tame without the buzzy electric quality.
sundaymarketspiritualist:
“Forgive me if I don’t find that comforting, Brax.” She tapped her foot impatiently in the air before she climbed up, grabbing onto his tail and legs and started trying to drag him off. Using some of the impulses and tactics from the essence she’d consumed for maximum leverage and grip.
“I’m being polite here by not letting the wards fry you. Now get off.” Bad and naughty cats do not deserve to sleep on her roof.
GOSH IF SHE WEREN’T GENDERED A LADY--A non-woman would have gotten PROMPTLY DEVOURED. As a desert!!!
Brax is indignant and made weird animal chest and nose noises to express this on the way to the ground next to the van. But he didn’t peel off the top of the van with his claws or whump her across the alley with his tail or otherwise try to chew her trachea out with his mouth. He just hit the ground with an unceremonious grunt.
Head still turned to have his damaged half of his face away from her. Eyeing her, on his back, tail tip twitching only.
“Expect me to sleep on the dirty ground?” How about that?
sundaymarketspiritualist:
She covered her mouth to conceal her gagging a few times. The smell was… not a pleasant one. A lot of memories to tell her about perforated organ stenches and the metallic tang of drying up blood in the air.
“Good for you,” she managed. “You really had to pick my van to finish him next to, though?” She knew she wouldn’t have been able to get back to sleep with the sound of him snapping ligaments and tendons outside. The van wasn’t soundproof, unfortunately.
“Isolated. Sound travels shortly. Police don’t patrol. Would you have rather killed him?” Brax answered between mostly crunches now. He really could eat a person inexplicably quickly. Working through the skeleton system by then.
He wasn’t about to lick the blood up off the ground, but…
If he took a pee break on the blood stain that should muddle it up enough. Weather would do the rest in the couple of days it took for anyone to even notice he was missing. Let alone POSSIBLY trace him to the alleyway. He whistled his way through that part.
“I wouldn’t have killed him,” she replied. “There’s enough fucked up ghosts out there as is. I’ll have to keep an eye on here now in case his shade shows up.” Just sighed and leaned back.
“… Hey. Does it smell like updog around here to you?”
She was tired. Creeped out. She wasn’t sleeping with demon dude lurking outside.
Brax is very quiet about that question. Zipping up and thinking. Frowning.
“What is? Updog?” He wasn’t exactly fresh off any boats, but that didn’t mean he knew everything. Got up on the top of the van and laid there. Big meals usually lead to big naps. “Does that mean innards juice?”
Excuse?? That is Her van.
“… Nothin’ much what’s up with you?” she answered, staring up at him. “Hey, big weird demon dude, that is not a nap spot. I don’t need my roof dinted.” If she activated the wards, she wondered how he’d react.
“What are you even called anyway?”
Snorfed a noise that was a near laugh once he ‘got it’ by context. Shifting onto his side and stretching out. Tail dangling off the van.
“Worry too much.” He told her. Working claw tips between his sharp teeth. “Brax. I’ll be gone by morning.”
Brax felt like he was getting peeped at by a bird--while he was a cat just laying in a comfy nap spot. He’s not real worried. Or feeling like he needed to move. Her territory was, obviously, INSIDE and not on the outside. So not even that influenced his thinking.
sundaymarketspiritualist:
She covered her mouth to conceal her gagging a few times. The smell was… not a pleasant one. A lot of memories to tell her about perforated organ stenches and the metallic tang of drying up blood in the air.
“Good for you,” she managed. “You really had to pick my van to finish him next to, though?” She knew she wouldn’t have been able to get back to sleep with the sound of him snapping ligaments and tendons outside. The van wasn’t soundproof, unfortunately.
“Isolated. Sound travels shortly. Police don’t patrol. Would you have rather killed him?” Brax answered between mostly crunches now. He really could eat a person inexplicably quickly. Working through the skeleton system by then.
He wasn’t about to lick the blood up off the ground, but…
If he took a pee break on the blood stain that should muddle it up enough. Weather would do the rest in the couple of days it took for anyone to even notice he was missing. Let alone POSSIBLY trace him to the alleyway. He whistled his way through that part.
“I wouldn’t have killed him,” she replied. “There’s enough fucked up ghosts out there as is. I’ll have to keep an eye on here now in case his shade shows up.” Just sighed and leaned back.
“… Hey. Does it smell like updog around here to you?”
She was tired. Creeped out. She wasn’t sleeping with demon dude lurking outside.
Brax is very quiet about that question. Zipping up and thinking. Frowning.
“What is? Updog?” He wasn’t exactly fresh off any boats, but that didn’t mean he knew everything. Got up on the top of the van and laid there. Big meals usually lead to big naps. “Does that mean innards juice?”
