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That is because a hyena is, in fact a cat! ”Oh, Glynn,” you say, “Feliforma is kind of a ways back there on the...” No! Cat is cat! I bet they sit in boxes, too.
First days of snow were cute. Karaa actually enjoyed the sight of snow - the fresh fallen one, she wasn’t a fan of the cold but a few layers of sweaters and thick jacket always did the trick. Plus she could always go back to her house and warm-up. The heat was always harder to escape.
The fluffy piles of snow in the park looked like mounts of shaved ice cream. She wasn’t exactly keen on the racket the kids were making but the cup of steaming coffee in her hand was making up for that. She stopped by an ice rink and watched couples skate by wondering if she should get a pair of skates and join in.
It was cold enough that day that Carmen could see her and Dahlia’s breath fogging in the air as she watched her little girl trying to stay on her feet between the snow and being bundled up. The other kids in between her and the drift she was aiming for weren’t as lucky, and the little snort of laughter from Carmen at her determination gets looks of annoyance from some of the other parents that she pointedly ignores.
At least, until Dahlia decided she’d had enough, stumbling back to her mom and only stopping long enough to stick her tongue out at one of the girls that had dared get more firmly in her way. With that action, she accepts being picked up and set in her stroller again, though with her jacket being strapped in is a bit of a chore.
Once that’s taken care of the pair head further into the park to where Carmen knew the yearly ice rink was set up; hopefully there would be a place she could sit and be able to watch Dahlia play until tired enough for a nap.
“Mm, I don’ think so,” Rockatoo declines with no hesitation. Even with Psycho she didn’t bother with hierarchy, secure in the knowledge that the two worked together instead of her being subordinate. Even if that had been the case, she wouldn’t have accepted it for long.
She just smiles, a sharp-edged warning with just a hint of teeth. “Sorry ya tha’ badly mistaken.” is all she says before disregarding Praxina’s posturing. “Ya really tha’ new tha’ ya don’ know?”
The twins exchanged a look and Mephisto shrugged.
“Yeah, pretty much,” he said. “Also rude, you didn’t answer my question!”
“Ya haven’ given me a reason ta do tha’, ye’.” Though the magic was several points in their favor, Rockatoo saw no reason to give them that out loud yet. “Ya go firs’, an I migh’ do the same.”
There’s little room for anything but amusement and doubt in Rockatoo’s expression and voice after that display, but she’s still not taking her focus off of the twins after that attack. “I’ ain’t jus’ me you’d be dealin’ wi’, don’t assume ya gonna win.”
With the hold she and Psycho had on the city, she felt her confidence well earned.
“Oooh, a competition! Yay!” Mephisto bounced and spun on his tip to landing next to Praxina. He rest his elbow on his sister’s shoulder. “Finally something we can squash,” he accented the last word with closing his fist.
Praxina smirked at him, finally they got on the same page. “Challenge accepted,” she looked at Rockatoo. “Soon, you all will be bowing to Gramorr.” she laughed.
“So, what’s your name?” Mephisto asked the human woman.
“Mm, I don’ think so,” Rockatoo declines with no hesitation. Even with Psycho she didn’t bother with hierarchy, secure in the knowledge that the two worked together instead of her being subordinate. Even if that had been the case, she wouldn’t have accepted it for long.
She just smiles, a sharp-edged warning with just a hint of teeth. “Sorry ya tha’ badly mistaken.” is all she says before disregarding Praxina’s posturing. “Ya really tha’ new tha’ ya don’ know?”
“No’ like, am.” Stressing the word on purpose, Rockatoo still hasn’t broken eye contact. Back straight, she’s standing as tall as she possibly can to strengthen her point. “Ask anyone aroun’ here.”
Taking note of Mephisto’s pouting, a curl of self-satisfaction over the visible emotional response sneaks into her voice.
“Riiiiight,” Praxina narrowed her eyes, not even tiny bit intimidated. Maybe she should be but it didn’t go there yet. “It won’t be long once we move in.” She chuckled. “Isn’t that correct Mephisto?” She looked to her brother to find him admiring himself in a window’s reflection. “Mephisto!”
“What?” He jumped a little. “Ah, yes,” he cleared his throat and floated to her. “Tremble before us, earthling!” he tried to strike a fearsome pose.
Praxina groaned and slapped her hand over her face. He was hopeless.
There’s little room for anything but amusement and doubt in Rockatoo’s expression and voice after that display, but she’s still not taking her focus off of the twins after that attack. “I’ ain’t jus’ me you’d be dealin’ wi’, don’t assume ya gonna win.”
With the hold she and Psycho had on the city, she felt her confidence well earned.
The two of them bickering is a welcome distraction as Rockatoo takes the chance to mentally brush herself off. Ignoring the tender spot now on her back, she’s watching the two go back and forth before finally interrupting.
“Ya still haven’ sai’ why ya here, ya know. This ain’t the kinda place mos’ woul’ trespass on.”
Mephisto turned his head to Rockatoo. “Uh, we’re having conversation here?” he pointed between himself and Praxina.
“Quiet,” Praxina scoffed at him. “And we go wherever we want to go.” She pushed her chin up crossing her arms. “…. And where are we?” she looked to the human.
Rockatoo snorts hearing that, purposely making eye contact with Praxina to deliberately try and intimidate. “Ya in me an’ my husband’s par’ of town. Wha’ ya doin’ here, exactly?”
Mephisto’s comment goes ignored in her focusing for now on the twin she’d run into first.
That didn’t work on the girl. She had to deal with Gramorr on daily basis. No one outmatched him. Definitely not some lowlife human.
“Wow, so scary,” she rolled her eyes but on the other hand this was very interesting. “So you’re like… the leader here, huh?” she didn’t answer the question in slightest.
Mephisto pouted being excluded from the conversation.
“No’ like, am.” Stressing the word on purpose, Rockatoo still hasn’t broken eye contact. Back straight, she’s standing as tall as she possibly can to strengthen her point. “Ask anyone aroun’ here.”
Taking note of Mephisto’s pouting, a curl of self-satisfaction over the visible emotional response sneaks into her voice.
The two of them bickering is a welcome distraction as Rockatoo takes the chance to mentally brush herself off. Ignoring the tender spot now on her back, she’s watching the two go back and forth before finally interrupting.
“Ya still haven’ sai’ why ya here, ya know. This ain’t the kinda place mos’ woul’ trespass on.”
Mephisto turned his head to Rockatoo. “Uh, we’re having conversation here?” he pointed between himself and Praxina.
“Quiet,” Praxina scoffed at him. “And we go wherever we want to go.” She pushed her chin up crossing her arms. “…. And where are we?” she looked to the human.
Rockatoo snorts hearing that, purposely making eye contact with Praxina to deliberately try and intimidate. “Ya in me an’ my husband’s par’ of town. Wha’ ya doin’ here, exactly?”
Mephisto’s comment goes ignored in her focusing for now on the twin she’d run into first.
Over anything else, the sight of that magical circle appearing in front of Praxina’s hand brings an expression of approval and appraisal to Rockatoo’s face. “Ya holdin’ back a bit, mm?” she asks carefully, keeping that proclamation of annoyance in mind as something to address later, if at all.
“Ya workin’ wi’ anyone?” While asking, Rockatoo is carefully making sure there’s at least some obstacle between the pair while trying to avoid looking as if she was retreating.
Suddenly a barrage of crystals hit from behind.
“Yeah, me!” Mephisto called, hovering above the ground.
“What took you so long!” Praxina huffed.
“Sorry, I just had… stuff,” he looked a bit flustered and she squinted at him. “I’ll tell you later. Who is this? An Ephidian?”
“A human.” Praxina sneered the word.
Well, that wasn’t something she was expecting, and the hit to her back has Rockatoo stumbling forward only to catch herself just before falling. A grimace appears on her face as she reaches back to try and feel just how much that hit had done.
“Now wasn’ tha’ uncalled for. Ya greet everyone like tha’?”
The two of them bickering is a welcome distraction as Rockatoo takes the chance to mentally brush herself off. Ignoring the tender spot now on her back, she’s watching the two go back and forth before finally interrupting.
“Ya still haven’ sai’ why ya here, ya know. This ain’t the kinda place mos’ woul’ trespass on.”
Over anything else, the sight of that magical circle appearing in front of Praxina’s hand brings an expression of approval and appraisal to Rockatoo’s face. “Ya holdin’ back a bit, mm?” she asks carefully, keeping that proclamation of annoyance in mind as something to address later, if at all.
“Ya workin’ wi’ anyone?” While asking, Rockatoo is carefully making sure there’s at least some obstacle between the pair while trying to avoid looking as if she was retreating.
Suddenly a barrage of crystals hit from behind.
“Yeah, me!” Mephisto called, hovering above the ground.
“What took you so long!” Praxina huffed.
“Sorry, I just had… stuff,” he looked a bit flustered and she squinted at him. “I’ll tell you later. Who is this? An Ephidian?”
“A human.” Praxina sneered the word.
Well, that wasn’t something she was expecting, and the hit to her back has Rockatoo stumbling forward only to catch herself just before falling. A grimace appears on her face as she reaches back to try and feel just how much that hit had done.
“Now wasn’ tha’ uncalled for. Ya greet everyone like tha’?”
Recognizing Praxina’s behavior as familiar doesn’t make it less irritating, and Rockatoo shifts her weight to the other leg, hand resting on her hip while staring the teenager down. “Ya one step down from the title ya shoul’ be usin’, ya know.” is her one careful reminder.
Herself being shorter had nothing to do with the fact that Rockatoo considered herself at least socially taller, so to speak, and she’s projecting that attitude in return. “Leas’ I don’ look like I’m cosplayin’.”
This might have been an insult has Praxina understood it. “What’s a …cosplay?” she tilted her head and furrowed her brows before making a sound that was half a sigh and half a groan. She didn’t like being looked down upon. Only Gramorr could do that.
“Never mind! You’re annoying! Begone!” she summoned a magical circle with the purpose of locking this human in a crystal.
Where was Mephisto when she needed him to deal with pest.
Over anything else, the sight of that magical circle appearing in front of Praxina’s hand brings an expression of approval and appraisal to Rockatoo’s face. “Ya holdin’ back a bit, mm?” she asks carefully, keeping that proclamation of annoyance in mind as something to address later, if at all.
“Ya workin’ wi’ anyone?” While asking, Rockatoo is carefully making sure there’s at least some obstacle between the pair while trying to avoid looking as if she was retreating.
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