A Girl Must Learn || Raja & Mina
seeing-this-through:
She stood outside of the firehouse, a grimace on her face. Christ, this was fucking cliche. It didn’t help that she had dressed the part; pony tail, under-armor shirt with a sportsbra under it, forming fitting compression pants, and sneakers with her hands taped. The look? Check. A mentor who was known for teaching skilled members of a secret society? Bit of a stretch, sure, but check. Human with no given abilities who lost family to something associated with said secret society? It stung a little, but also, check.
She would feel foolish if she stepped in, looking like she was ready to run a marathon, only to be handed a book and a pen and paper, but it was a risk she was willing to take. Raja may not have been the smartest, she knew, but she was pretty close to the strongest (human) woman she knew and she had yet to meet someone determination and persistence that matched her own. And maybe it was arrogant to think that way, but fuck it, she figured she had earned it.
And it was with that mentality that Raja Ellis squared her shoulders and raised her hand, taking a moment to clear her throat before letting her hand thump off the firehouse door, grimacing at the residual pain. She had gone to a witch and seen about healing her hand and face, realizing that just waiting for them to heal naturally would cost her more in the long run being out of work than just coughing up what was needed to get the work done. And though the magic had worked, at least so far as she could tell, the marks had stayed. The deep purple around her eye would take a while yet to vanish completely, as would the scabs on her knuckles, but the deeper damage had been fixed. The human stepped back and waited, doing her best to be patient rather than just keep banging, calling out for someone to answer. First impressions were just as important as persistence, if not more.
“Goddamn, I hope someone’s home.”
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Well, there was one benefit to living on her own again. No one questioned her weird eating habits. The bacon on the grill was burned to a cinder, the blackened sausages looked tough as boots even from a distance, and then there were was the glass of three raw eggs on the side. Taj had been her cook, always leaving her out meals and even making them to her ridiculously burnt liking, but it was always far more balanced and filling than… whatever this was. But she seemed content as she plated up and took a seat at the bar, sipping on a cup of coffee as she had the news on in the background. Her gaze flicked up to the screen mounted on the wall before knocking back her eggs, licking her lips before plucking up a charcoaled sausage to chew on. People were still missing. The ‘animal attack’ was being framed as a freak bear attack, but anyone looking at that report would know no bear would dare come within the reaches of a town filled with wolves. Mina crunched idly on her breakfast, she’d shower later, probably head out and see Pip for a haircut. Her curls were getting a little too long for her liking. But then came a knock at the door. Her brows furrowed and she swallowed her mouthful. Mina rose from her seat, brushed her hands on her nightgown and headed down the stairs to the bottom floor, where the entrance hall and door to the garage were. Mina undid the chain and opened it up and was immediately surprised by the stranger standing there who looked like she ought to be headed to the boxing gym than her home, and Mina in her silky black nightgown and sleep-mussed hair was a stark contrast. Her brows pulled down, “Uh... Can I help you?” She asked, eyes doing a lingering once over of the young woman’s form, and the bruising over her skin.
