@necrosemancy replied to your post “[pm] Why did you cut his head off?”:
[pm] and you didn’t think to run it by me, or at least *warn* me
[pm] Well, actually, I said, "Rosemary, say something now if you don't want me to cut your dad's head off so that he will not come back as a vengeful undead being whose entire purpose is to kill you," and you said nothing because you were out cold in the floor, so I figured it was fine.
I didn't think it would matter. He was already dead.
[user remembers he told eve he would apologize. he grumbles to himself a little more, muttering in mostly incoherent spanish under his breath.]
@necrosemancy replied to your post “[pm] if I give you a specific list of things I’m...”:
[pm] that’s fine. I don’t care what it costs. I just need them. Elder vampire ashes, Mummified withercap, Vial of water from a rusalka, Fire salamander blood & tails, Pixie wings, Goggie parts, Gashadokuro bones
[pm] Glad we don't have to barter Oh damn, okay. Elder vampire ashes ... good fucking luck with that, I don't deal in those. Gashadokuro not often either. Can send you the contact info of a slayer I know though. Got some goggie parts actually. Will go look around for the rest. Best to ask someone else for the rusalka stuff too. I mean, flattered that you're asking me but I sure hope I'm not your only contact.
@necrosemancy replied to your post “[pm] hey there sweetness. Weird question and like,...”:
[pm] yeah, sorry didn’t really ease you into that question- dealing with some cake related issues at the moment. But yes, definitely a little extra sparkly over here. And it’s *so* good to know I can talk to you about *stuff*- should have know after you rescued me from pixies and sentient grass.
[pm] I did see your cakey likeness, come to think of it! They did a lovely job sculpting your thighs. Not sure how they did on the rest of it. Most of the top half was missing pieces by the time I came upon it!
I'm definitely the sort you can talk to about stuff, yeah! I'm fae. That's why the grass didn't affect me.
@necrosemancy replied to your post “[pm] hey have you heard from Metzli?”:
[pm] maybe... I don't like that they went from answering and being talkative to just total radio silence.
Yeah. I figured they were just busy playing along with the cult but [...] they said something about Eloy moving things forward? [...] Have you talked to Kabil? We should get things in motion. Fast.
@necrosemancy replied to your post “[pm] Hi Molly, this is going to be an incredibly...”:
[pm] no, I didn’t see- I’m just well connected. Are you okay? Someone asked that I check in, since I had a similar experience a while back.
[pm] Oh [...] I see! I guess I'm okay? I mean, physically I'm fine. The spot is still healing. [...] It was unexpected, though living in a place like this I don't think I can really say that anymore. I wasn't expecting it, at least. But it was reckless of me to follow this person like I had. I'm sure I'll be okay. [user is absolutely not sure that she'll be okay but it's fine!]
You said you had a similar experience. This is going to sound stupid but I've never encountered anything like this before in my life. Is there anything special I need to do to care for where I was bitten? I mean I guess it's little too late now but [...] I don't want it to scar or anything.
PARTIES: @necrosemancy; @appalachiannightmare
TIMING: Late April
LOCATION: Nightfall Grove
SUMMARY: Hazel's day starts off pretty bad, until she meets her fairy godmother, Rosemary.
WARNINGS: None!
It was only 10 AM and already, Hazel’s day had been going horribly. She had woken up to a worm infestation around her porch, which she had managed to gently relocate all 50 worms to a new home a few miles down the road near Tent Palace as she had so aptly named the random collection of tents in the woods. The least of her worries as she eventually made it to town only to have her motorcycle break down on her just as she was about to finish up the morning's errands and return to the comfort and safety of her own home. But a bit of luck and the knowledge garnered from growing up on a farm gave Hazel the chance to fix her bike. That was, until some fancy little sports car came flying down the road just in time to splash mud all over the poor girl.
Closing her eyes and slowly counting before she raged out and made the small BMW into a hunk of metal, Hazel found a steady heart rate and a spot on the sidewalk to sit down on. A heavy sigh of defeat left her lips as she let her head fall and kicked at the ground, “Stupid people and their tiny cars. Stupid worms. Stupid day.” It was all getting to be too much, and she just wanted a do-over. Something to make her day a little easier and a little better.
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Rosemary had a day off, and that meant getting a sweet treat for herself. She was waiting patiently for her to go coffee at The Black Lagoon, and watching the people go by on the street outside. Out of all of them, a particularly frazzled young woman working on a motorcycle stood out. The poor thing had an expression on her face that screamed this has been the worst possible day of my life, please take pity on me. She ran back up to the counter and had them throw another to go iced coffee to her order. Maybe buying someone else a little sweet treat would work toward balancing whatever karmic scales she continued to throw out of her favor with the less socially acceptable aspects of necromancy.
She was just walking out of the shop, when a shiny little BMW zipped by, driving directly through a puddle that splashed onto the girl fixing her bike like a tidal wave. Rosemary cringed, glancing to make sure no other BMWs were coming as she ran across the street. “Honey, are you okay?” The answer to that question was obvious enough. The woman was covered in gross puddle water and her bike was broken. “I saw you over here trying to fix it, but I figure a little coffee doesn’t really fix… all this.” The witch held out the drink to the woman, nevertheless. “Do you want me to call a mechanic for you or something?”
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Hazel hadn’t expected anyone to come over and check on her, let alone bring her iced coffee. Slowly raising her head and wiping away the tears, only smearing mud across her face, Hazel couldn’t hold back another soft sob, “I’d be better if people weren’t such ASSHOLES!” She yelled the word back towards the car that was already long gone, before trying to rub the muddy water off of her hands so she could try and wipe her eyes again. And when it proved pointless, she took the iced coffee and began sucking on it, like a toddler sucking on a sippy cup. Having a moment of silence, before taking another deep breath, and looking back up to the woman standing in front of her, “Thank you. This coffee does help. And no, I actually got it runnin’ before all of this…” She motioned to her soaked clothes, “happened.”
With another sip of coffee, Hazel pushed herself up off the ground, “Do you happen to know of a thrift store or somethin’ around here?” Though the young woman had been in town for almost a year and constantly went through clothes, because of her devil, she hadn’t really frequented this part of town enough to know where all the good little clothing shops were. “And I can pay ya back for the coffee. Just let me know how much.” She looked at the cup making a mental note of the name of the business. If her budget allowed for it, she’d be back.
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The sight before her was pitifully heart wrenching. The poor kid was going through it. Rosemary’s heart went out to her- she knew what it was like to have a day where absolutely nothing went her way. She fished around in her bag for a loose napkin while the young woman sucked down the coffee as an attempt to console herself. “Here you go, sweetness.” She said, handing over a pack of wet wipes from the depths of a bag she kept so well stocked of in case of emergency essentials she may as well have been Mary Poppins.
The girl's clothes were ruined beyond a shadow of a doubt. Muddy water dripped from her in sad little puddles. This was cartoonishly sad. Rosemary could practically hear the sad violin music as the girl offered to pay her for the coffee. “No. Nope. Uh uh. You’re not paying for the coffee. That is a treat because you looked like you needed something to go right today. If you want to pay me back, on some other day where you’re having a good day but you see someone else having what appears to be a shitty one, do something nice for them. Then we’ll consider it even.” The witch hummed in contemplation. “I think I know of a few cute spots. Come on.”
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Hazel gladly accepted the wet wipes. Sitting the coffee down on the ground, she moved towards her bike and used the side mirror to see where all the mud had gone. It had been a lot worse than she had thought. If she had been at home and her devil and decided to play and roll around in mud, it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but this, caused at another person’s inconsiderate hand, was a different story. But Hazel managed to cling to the kindness of the person standing next to her in order to not let her mind go to the berserker of it all. And as she slowly sucked in air, she began to clean the grime off of her face to look presentable enough to the world around her.
“You’re like a guardian angel, you know that? Comin’ along right now while I was sittin’ here down on my luck.” Hazel continued to clean off her face, “You best believe I’m gonna pay it forward to someone else. No use in lettin’ some asshole and a tiny sports car get me down and ruin the resta my day.” When she had finished, she tossed the dirty wipes into a nearby trash can and gave the pack back over to the woman making sure to pick up the coffee as she started walking away from her bike and the muddy destruction, “I’m Hazel, by the way. And thank you for helpin’ me.”
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The poor kid seemed to be having a day. Rosemary’s heart went out to her. She knew what it could be like to have the punches keep coming. To feel like she was finally coming up for air only to find she’d sank deeper into the chaos. She couldn’t help the soft laugh that bubbled up in her chest at being called an angel. “Yeah, maybe not a guardian angel so much as conveniently located fairy godmother.” She supplied. There was not a world in which the necromancer could be even remotely compared to an angel. “You seemed like you could use some Cinderella action today. Everyone deserves whatever their version of fancy new shoes and a night on the town is- the marrying a prince part is negotiable but probably a bit overrated since being queen comes with a shit ton of responsibility.”
“Nice to meet you Hazel,” she said, tucking the pack of wipes back into her bag. “I’m Rosemary, and it’s no problem. And whatever douche drove through that puddle will get what’s coming to them- karma will see to it.” The witch couldn’t help but wonder if the power of manifestation was strong enough to make an unnamed stranger in a sports car suddenly discover all four of his tires were flat. “Come on, let’s go get you a new outfit.” She said, starting off down the block.
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Hazel gladly followed. Shopping had never really been her thing, even when she was younger, but that idea quickly changed since it meant getting out of her mud soaked clothes for the day, “I love that. Conveniently located fairy godmother. Hopefully I can be that to somebody someday. This world can be so cruel, and don’t you worry about the prince stuff. The boy I thought was my knight in shining whatever, turned out to be a complete toad. And not the kind that turns into somethin’ better.” She didn’t talk about Caden much, because usually what she had to say about him now wasn’t very pleasant.
“Rosemary. I love that name. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Karma had always been an interesting thing to Hazel, and she often wondered if the people in her past life had their own run in with karma after they had treated her so poorly. She didn’t want to see the people she had loved dearly suffer, and the constant struggle of wishing karma on them weighed heavily on her mind. Which had also led to her own wrongdoings via her devil. Would she get her comeuppance one day for the horrible actions her devil unknowingly committed? Another reason why she lingered on karma and its effects on people, “If you don’t mind me sayin’, Ms. Rosemary, you look like a very stylish lady. I hope you aren’t offended by what I pick out today.”
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The witch wrinkled her nose sympathetically. “Gross- sorry honey. Dating is the worst sometimes.” It was probably for the best that Rosemary wasn’t in the business of crafting hexes or curses. Otherwise she’d be crafting them for every jilted lover in Wicked’s Rest pro bono, and the town would devolve into witchy chaos. And then she’d win most flammable when tied to the stake at Wicked’s Rest’s Next Top Witch pageant. And she really didn’t want that.
A bright smile lit up her face. “Why thank you. And I can promise you I’m not easy to offend. Everyone’s got their own style.” Rosemary shrugged. “It’s a confidence game. What I like wearing and feel good in isn’t necessarily what someone else would. It’s all about trial and error and self expression.” Besides, what kind of retribution would she be asking the universe for if she forced her tastes onto everyone else? “So what do you typically go for? So I know what kind of things to pull from the rack.”
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She did think about Caden a lot at first, but as the years passed by, he seemed to be less in the forefront and more towards the back, which was nice, “No need to be sorry. He’s a past memory. Nearly a decade old now. First love, and I haven’t really been out on a date since, if I’m bein’ real honest.” Wicked’s Rest had been the first place where Hazel had felt safe enough to branch out a little more and try to be more open and honest with people. Nearly ten years was a long time to live in paranoia and fear of her family and friends back in Tennessee, but somehow those feelings still lingered with her, and just when she thought she could get comfortable and finally start to live her life, something usually happened that would run her into the next new small town.
“You’re welcome, and you are certainly right about everybody havin’ their own style. Have you seen some of the things people in Walmart wear? I once saw a lady wearin’ Daisy Duke overalls with nothin’ but a dingy, white sports bra. I ain’t one for judgin’, but you could almost see more than you wanted to.” Hazel shuddered at the thought. “As for me, I do like overalls. Nothin’ like that though. Jeans, hoodies, vintage t-shirts. I also like summer dresses. Actually…think Taylor Swift, but with a bit of an edge. Can you work with that?” She looked over at Rosemary interested to see what she could come up with when they made it to the small clothing store.
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“I get it.” Gods, did she get it. Well, kind of, at least. Holding the world at a distance and putting yourself into relationship quarantine didn’t quite equate to love’s first sting, but for the moment, Rosemary would pretend like it did.
The witch stifled a laugh. Hazel was entertaining- and thankfully, she seemed to have a grasp on what it was she did and did not like stylistically. The witch slowly nodded her head, the wheels already beginning to turn in her head. “Oh, I can absolutely work with that.” When they came upon the store, Rosemary hurried hazel inside before zipping over to the racks of clothes. A sales associate looked mildly concerned about the dripping muddy girl the blonde had ushered into the shop, but Rosemary wasn’t paying attention.
About five minutes later, she scurried back to Hazel with two arms loaded to capacity with options. The sales associate blinked. “Um, can I get you a-” Rosemary cut them off. “A dressing room? Yes. For her, please. Thank you!” Rosemary didn’t wait for an answer and started for the changing rooms. “C’mon. Fashion show time.”
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It all happened so quickly. One minute Hazel was being shown through the front door and the next she was being taken back to the dressing rooms with an armful of clothing to try on. And once inside and all the pieces hanging in front of her, Hazel began to sort through each article of clothing, surprised at how accurate Rosemary had been with her choices. Wow. For this woman to barely know me, she’s pretty darn close. Maybe a little less pink though.
As she slipped off her muddy clothes, Hazel began mixing and matching the pieces. Coming out, at first nervously, to show Rosemary, but soon getting into a groove and even strutting her stuff like being on a runway. What had turned out to be an awful morning was turning into such a fun afternoon with a new friend. And the more clothes she tried on, the more her worries faded away, reminding her that even though things could be hard sometimes, if you found the right people to spend the day with, life didn’t always have to be so bad.
