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blancheharlow:

I hate it when they try to cheat off me. Thanks, though.

That used to happen to me all the time. Like hey, it’s not my fault you didn’t study.

If you’re going to cheat off me on a math test, will put all the wrong answers and then fix it after you turn your test in and then me and my granny will laugh at you. Stop it before you get caught by someone that’ll suspend you.

quipsandcollins-blog

That’s what you call teaching someone a lesson. Good for you.

#dash #with: blanche #hi im back and i need paras

OOC

Hiatus note: I’m away and in and out of town/internet access until 8 June. I’ll miss you all!

#ooc

cahillkalani-blog

insert innuendo here || Darcy&Cahill

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cahillkalani:.

“Eliza?” He turned back towards her as she asked the question, not bothering to correct her on the term girlfriend. It was easier to just let her think that than to say that she was actually his beta. They were family, certainly, and close enough that intimacy was not unexpected. But no more romantic than he was with anyone else. Cahill didn’t quite feel the need to draw that line, though. It wasn’t like it was hurting anyone for that to be believed, and it was easier for that to be the reality than it was explaining pack dynamics. “Yeah, she does.” There was an edge of pride in his voice when he said it, because she did work at the hospital, and she was damn good at it. If he could, he’d take any opportunity to talk about the accomplishments of his family.

With a shake of his head, he was laughing and shrugging it off. “She probably doesn’t like it, but I figure: she’s taken one of my organs already, so she’s more than ready to take the rest.” Without context, that probably sounded odd, but he was already walking outside and didn’t necessarily launch into a life story about the time he donated his kidney to his nephew or the fact that Eliza was the one that took it out and transplanted it. “Besides, I’m pretty sturdy. I might come out on top even if I get in an accident.”

Motioning towards where his bike was parked, he was pushing his hands into his pockets and giving her a minute to get accustomed to the idea of actually riding it. The larger frame of his bike wasn’t necessarily standard, but very little of his bike remained that was stock. He had a slightly smaller one–better suited to her size–inside that he could get started with a few minutes of love if she wanted to try riding on her own. But he would take her out first before shoving her on a bike on her own and letting her loose. It wouldn’t be him that ended up donating organs if that was the plan.

As he pushed his hair back, he was fastening it up so that he didn’t have it blowing in her face and glanced her way. “Want a helmet? I think I have one in the garage.” Not that he planned on crashing, but he also hadn’t intended to run into her before. Sometimes things just happened. It was better to be protected than to hope for the best and end up being wrong. Walking over to it, he was straddling the bike and straightening it up, pushing the kickstand up and nodding her way as he pushed it into gear and kick started it. The resulting roar of the engine still brought a smile to his face, even if he’d heard it a thousand times. “Hop on.” He prompted, raising his voice to be heard over the engine.

Eliza was her name. She had seemed nice, helpful and willing to keep Darcy's name off any databases. She wondered if that had looked suspicious. Maybe she figured Darcy didn't have insurance or something because she was Irish. Either way, Darcy was glad nobody had taken a closer look at her head. If she was going to share anything about herself, she wanted to be the one in control. "Yeah, Eliza." She smiled a little when Cahill talked about her. The way he spoke, you could just tell he cared deeply about the woman.

“She probably doesn’t like it, but I figure: she’s taken one of my organs already, so she’s more than ready to take the rest.”

Darcy couldn't help but give a soft laugh. She had no idea he was talking about a kidney. She just figured he was talking about giving her his heart. "That's really sweet." In a weird way, anyway. There was only a limited amount that discussion of sharing organs could be endearing. She grinned a little wider at his talk of being sturdy. "I'm pretty sturdy too. And I'm ready. Promise." Any reservations he had about letting her ride a motorcycle, she hoped to put them at ease, but then again she figured if he had that many reservations she wouldn't have been here at all.

“Want a helmet? I think I have one in the garage.”

Darcy chuckled. "Are they the law here? I've never checked, but either way, I don't think I'm quite reckless enough to go riding without one. Safety first and all that." Being a warden didn't mean she couldn't be hurt at all, and if there was any part of her body that she wanted to protect, it was her head. Once she had one, she strapped it on and beamed when Cahill told her to hop on. She did so, wrapping her arms around him and preparing for the inevitable rush that would come, but she still couldn't really prepare for it. It was the kind of thing that just had to be felt. "Okay, I'm ready, let's do it."

#paras #with: cahill #insert innuendo here

cahillkalani-blog

insert innuendo here || Darcy&Cahill

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cahillkalani:

When it came to interacting with other people, Cahill considered himself far more suited for the role of friend, or even protector, than he did teacher. He wasn’t the one that was tasked with imparting knowledge. If it wasn’t abundantly clear in his everyday life, the time he spent with Noah was a pretty clear example. He hadn’t ever been the one with the best advice or the way to tell someone how to live their life. He was honest, which helped, but that was about it. Teaching someone how to do something was another level that he hadn’t ever really found himself involved in.

The fact that Darcy was here now, interested in learning how to ride a bike, he wasn’t exactly sure if he was the best man for the job. He could’ve stood there and told her all the pieces that went into constructing a custom bike and what they did, but the practical steps to riding it well? Hardly.

“Yeah, it’s a little different.” He hadn’t driven a car consistently in a long time. Occasionally he’d end up behind the wheel of Eliza’s, but it was rare. He was on his bike year round, even when it got cold, and he didn’t much bother to switch it out. But when it came to riding that as opposed to driving a car, there were some very fundamental differences. “Learning to shift and things like that are tricky if you’re just used to cars too.” He smiled a bit, hoping already that he had at least a marginal chance of teaching her what she wanted to know.

Handing over the bottle of water, he was shaking his head in response to her second question. “I’ll catch you for sure, but maybe we’ll start slow, yeah? How about you ride along first. My bike is parked out front, but it’s pretty big. Built for me, you know? Really heavy and big framed, but you can ride along. I could put you on one of the smaller ones that might be easier for you to keep up.”

Darcy was fairly eager to get out of the garage and out into the open, not because she had any particular issue with greasestains or power tools, and definitely not because of any issue with Cahill himself, but purely because the feeling of being around fae wasn't something she had learned to ignore yet, so it kind of put her in a state of permanent tension, like a supernatural form of sensory overload. Still, she smiled politely and played along.

"I figured. I mean, the balance alone..." Darcy chuckled. She was wondering if she had just got in over her head. "Doesn't your um... friend? Girlfriend? Work at the hospital? The person we saw the other day? You mean to say she's never lectured you about the whole 'we call them donor cycles thing?" She supposed plenty of things could be dangerous if you weren't careful, but this was something that made Darcy glad she had a supernatural healing factor and super strength. She would be able to get the excitement out of riding without being worried about being injured.

"Well, either way, I still wanna learn. And I guess you don't seem like the kind of person who gets easily deterred by lectures. Which is good. It's good to be strong-willed sometimes. We can go slow, okay? I'm in your hands." She wondered how Inez felt about motorcycles. They weren't exactly in the stage in their relationship where Inez got any real say in what Darcy did, but she'd hate to have a fight about something like this.

"Aw, enough with the kid gloves, okay? I want to ride on the big, badass motorcycle with you. Let's do it." If nothing else, at least she was eager.

#paras #with: cahill #insert innuendo here

wrenjekyll:

[pm] Okay, do you want me to give you her contact information?

[pm] Why don’t we all arrange a get together?

#dash #with: wren

cahillkalani-blog

insert innuendo here || Darcy&Cahill

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cahillkalani:

Taking care of people came naturally to Cahill. A nature that came as equal parts his mother’s compassionate side and his father’s protectiveness. Most of the time, it leveled out to be a useful trait. Other times, it made him a rather overbearing sort of person. Noah would’ve likely attested to that if he were around. Today, it seemed as though that were leaning more towards the latter of the two options. He was barely able to stop himself from asking Darcy about the accident and if she was still okay and only did so because of the look that started to cross her face.

Regardless, he smiled widely, moving to give her space to walk into the shop more. “This is the place,” he confirmed, shrugging a little. He wasn’t so sure that it was interesting so much as what was typically expected of a mechanic. The motorcycle decor, he supposed, was different than most shops. Given that Clawson was a little more run of the mill, maybe ‘interesting’ just meant out-dated. He didn’t mind either way; rivalry had never been something Cahill had gotten invested in.

He looked back towards her and his eyebrows rose slightly, amusement crossing his face. “Yeah? Guess that depends.” He wasn’t exactly sure the extent of what this get together was going to be but he didn’t mind letting her do just about anything if that’s what she was interested in. “You don’t need to know too much about cars to learn how to ride a bike. Unless you’d like to.” His hands were still greasy from the car he’d been working on, but he didn’t worry too much about getting cleaner if he’d be back to it soon.

“Can I get you something to drink? Soda or water or something?” He was heading towards a small mini fridge as he glanced over his shoulder at Darcy. He pulled a water out for himself, waiting to see what she’d like before closing it. “Feel free to look around, if you want. Or I can just take you out on the bike if you prefer. Up to you.” Given that he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening with the afternoon, he was momentarily glancing back at the car he’d been working on and accepting the fact that it wouldn’t be done for a while. Not like he could trust Gabe with it, as nice as that would’ve been.

Darcy was a girl of inquisitive nature. It was a trait that belonged to the scholar in her. Too many nights spent making her eyes hurt by reading long after she should have taken a break had even meant she wore glasses. But there was something adventurous about her new Warden self. She didn't just want to read books any more. She wanted to get out there and experience things.

And experience them she did.

She still couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of the fae in the room, but she did her best not to react to it. It was probably just the hedgehog Cahill had shown her at the BBQ, and that was harmless. She only cared to get on the defensive if there was some sort of genuine threat.

"I can drive, so I guess that's probably enough to know about cars to begin with," Darcy chuckled. "But I guess riding a bike is a little different, you know? Balance and stuff." She really did want to learn to ride it. Mostly because she thought it would be fun and her fears about being hurt were much more subdued now that she'd had her warden powers activated, but she'd be lying if she claimed she wasn't curious about Cahill too. She didn't sense any fae vibes coming from him, but that didn't mean there wasn't something else there, something that her warden awareness didn't pick up on. She guessed she'd just have to solve this like a good old fashioned Scribe.

"Water sounds good. I guess riding is probably thirsty work. But I'd like to give the riding a try as soon as possible. You'll catch me if I fall, right?" She chuckled, stepping fully into the garage and looking at the bikes. "Which one is it?"

#paras #with: cahill #insert innuendo here

wrenjekyll:

[pm] Oh, I’m sorry. I can’t speak for all Scribes really. I just know one really nice one, but she’s my friend, so maybe that’s why. Anyway, when do you wanna do this? Wanna do it after the semester’s over? In case you’re too busy.

[pm] Well I would really like to meet your Scribe friend.

#dash #with: wren

wrenjekyll:

[pm] Oh, well, alright. I mean, who better to help you learn something than Scribes.

Good! We’ll work on that first. I’m sure there’s something there and if not we can figure something out.

[pm] I don’t know. The Scribes in my own family didn’t seem too helpful. I hope yours is better.

#dash #with: wren

cahillkalani-blog

insert innuendo here || Darcy&Cahill

@quipsandcollins

In Noah’s absence, Cahill had all but moved into the shop. He’d given Jude run out of the house and freedom to do whatever his unbeating heart desired while Cahill spent most of his time on the couch of the shop when he wasn’t working. Or, more accurately, spent his time trying to find a moment of silence, because if he went home he had Jude asking things and calling him Uncle Cahill and if he was at the shop he had the incessant sound of Gabe’s voice talking about absolutely nothing at all and everything all at once. The real trying points were when Sycamore popped her head out of her improvised nest and joined in the conversation with her own little shrill voice. He was going to lose his mind, and it was perhaps the reason he found the conversation he’d been having with Darcy to be a shining light in the hellhole of a week he found himself in.

He didn’t even want to start considering the week before, where the imagine of James on fire still stuck in his mind and his own doubts about his usefulness clung to his every thought. Working was easy. Working meant shutting off his mind and letting his hands do the work they knew so well. He’d even gotten to the point where he could tune Gabe out if he tried hard enough. He was thoroughly invested in the transmission he was working to repair when there was a tap on his shoulder combined with someone saying his name. He looked up, blinking a few times to acclimate himself to looking at something that wasn’t just a few inches from his face. It was at times like that, when his vision took a second or two longer than normal to adjust that he felt like he really was getting older. Enhanced senses of being a werewolf or not, it didn’t necessarily fix getting old.

Hell, this week alone had probably aged him a few years.

As he glanced towards the door, he smiled easily and grabbed the tag he’d draped over the car’s frame. “Hey, Darcy,” he was glancing towards Gabe and waving him off a bit. The kid wasn’t exactly quick to pick up on cues, but whether it was some miracle or the fact that he was starting to learn he was heading back towards what he’d been working on, picking it up and taking it up into the loft with him. A momentary glance towards the muffler that he’d rigged to hang from the ceiling as a sort of elevated house and could only make out a pile of candy wrappers within. Somewhere in there, the pixie was probably sound asleep. He looked back towards Darcy as he tossed the rag towards the corner where he’d been looking.

“How are you? How are you feel–” He paused, clearing his throat and bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck. The action left a smudge of something dark. “Sorry. I won’t ask again. Welcome to Kalani’s Auto Repair.”

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She didn't care what they said about curiosity and cats. In Darcy's mind, that was just something they said to make people mind their own business, and while minding your own business and staying out of things that didn't concern you could have value sometimes, there was also value in curiosity. Where would the world be without the curiosity of people like Albert Einstein and Gaileo, without people like Leonardo Da Vinci? Darcy's curiosity might not have led her to any of their immense discoveries, but she was following it anyway, right to Cahill Kalani's autoshop.

Darcy knew enough about the Supernatural to know that the man who'd barrelled into her hadn't had just regular strength. He was a big guy, sure, and he probably lifted heavy things all day, but Darcy was a warden. It took more than a regular human, no matter how big and strong, to knock her down like he had. She wanted to find out more about him, but the opportunity to ride an actual motorcycle was something she'd been too bookish to ever really consider until it was right in front of her. Why not kill two birds with one stone?

The first thing that struck her about the garage was that it stank of fae. She knew about the hedgehog, but whatever she felt was stronger than just that. Darcy pushed it down, thinking back to her conversation with Wren. There was no need to lash out. If anything dangerous was going on at the garage, she would reassess. For now though, she just wanted to learn to ride a bike. "Hey," she said to the young man who greeted her. "I'm here to see Cahill." With few words, the guy turned around to go get him. Within a moment, Cahill had appeared.

She must have made a face when he started to ask her how she was, because he changed the subject almost immediately. "It's okay. It's nice to be cared about, I guess," she chuckled. "So this is your place? It's... interesting." She wasn't sure if any of these tools or machines were very dangerous, but common sense led her to believe you didn't go around touching things if you didn't know what they did, no matter how curious you were. "I don't know much about cars, or engines or anything like that. I'm more at home around the smell of books. But maybe today will change that, huh?"

#paras #with: cahill #insert innuendo here

wrenjekyll:

[pm] Oh, I thought she was estranged or something. Like, if she’s your dad’s sister how did he not know she was a warden?

Oh right, right. You have a point there. What do you think you know the least about?

[pm] My aunt never told anyone because they were all wardens and she wanted to do her own thing. They weren’t estranged, but not super close.

Well I guess... I need to know about non-lethal weaknesses?

#dash #with: wren

drelizalabaton:

[pm] Sounds about right. That man is six and half feet of solid brick wall. Well, I’m glad he didn’t do any lasting damage- for both our sakes, ha ha. He would never stop talking about it.

[pm] He’s something alright. But the most important thing is that he has motorcycles I can ride.

#dash #with: eliza

reedhan-deactivated20200702

@quipsandcollins replied to your photo “Bee-crisis aside, do people actually eat honey on their pizza as a…”

That’s gross.

Right?

But here’s the trick question, can honey be a special exception if it’s used on a fruit pizza?

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I don’t want a fruit pizza. That sounds disgusting.

#dash #with: reed

wrenjekyll:

[pm] Really? Like they just let you go with your aunt and live with her? Like they didn’t try teaching you anything before that? Honestly speaking what is there to learn?

[pm] What do you mean let me? She’s my aunt, my dad’s sister, and I’m twenty two. It was what I wanted.

There’s lots to learn. Like controlling your iron skin, weapons techniques, self defence, controlling your strength, the abilities and weaknesses of different types of fae...