((Independent Megamind RP blog, currently a former DS member (though he hasn't entirely given up his ties to villainy yet). Willing to RP with anyone, but I can't promise this guy'll be pleasant.
Current situation: Adjusting to life with a son, son's sister, and cat.
Current Magic Anon: Twelve years old until 6/18.
Please note that this blog is NSFW, with themes of abuse and potential MI present.))
“She’d rather not.” Muted annoyance over that imitation, she tries to take a step back, blocked by the crowd and forced to stay where she is.
Elin laughed. And decided to dance on her own… for the first five seconds. Then grabbed Isa and spun her around. “We’re gonna ‘ave fuuun!”
First chance she gets she pulls herself free, bewildered and a little shocked that Elin’s been acting like this even drunk. Somewhere in her mind she knows she’s lucky to still be upright after stumbling back like that, but right now it’s nothing she’s paying attention to.
Eyeing the skillet, he takes hold of it slowly. Still nothing he’d experienced, but if she was sure… “He’ll be sure to.”She knew more about this than he did and he knew it.
Ava led the way out to the car and gave him terse directions while rummaging in her backpack, checking to be sure she had everything she needed. She put the box of tranq darts in an internal pocket to be sure they would be safe. Amongst the things in her pack she had a very small iron skillet probably intended for cooking a single egg, a tiny box marked ‘silver’, and several various sized Tupperware containers with things like garlic, sand, rock salt, and capsicum powder in them.
Taking the instructions in, he’s making sure that everything ready to get going; doors unlocked, keys in hand. After that it was waiting on Ava, pausing by the driver’s side door.
“I like to think so.” She responded with a light shrug from her place on the couch. “Though… I don’t know if I was more friend to you than annoyance.. I made you smile sometimes, but I think I probably annoyed you a bit too.” She chuckled lightly.
“Really?” He moves a bit closer, both wary and wanting to hear more.
“Yeah,” she chuckled. “I think you kind of had a thing against smiling or something, so it felt kinda like a big accomplishment, you know?” She grinned lightly at him.
“Why?” He’s still moving closer, finally getting up to sit next to her on the couch.
Finding herself pulled along, with the drinks she’s already taken there’s not too much resistance to overcome even if Isaiah is trying to stay put somehow. Didn’t much work, and by the time Elin lets go she’s looking entirely uncomfortable.
Drunk Elin is used to reluctant dancers. “Come on! Move, hon!” she grinned. “Or are ya so ol’ that ya forgot how ta dance!” she wiggled her eyebrows and tried to immitate and old person. “Ugh mah back.”
Someone put on a swing music, filling the bar with rhythm.
“She’d rather not.” Muted annoyance over that imitation, she tries to take a step back, blocked by the crowd and forced to stay where she is.
So much for that being over soon… for now all she can do is just wait it out; after Lewis, it was easy enough to figure out that trying to get free didn’t always work.
Elin humms and her mood switches again. She called to the bartender. ” ‘ey! Put on some music! We’re gonna dance!” she announced “C’mon!” she grabbed Isa’s hands pulling her to the centre of the bar, where the most of the free space was.
Finding herself pulled along, with the drinks she’s already taken there’s not too much resistance to overcome even if Isaiah is trying to stay put somehow. Didn’t much work, and by the time Elin lets go she’s looking entirely uncomfortable.
“No, he doesn’t.” With the gloves back on, he isn’t about to say anything about her hiding her hands - something he’s familiar with, having to hide like that.
Ava nodded and went upstairs, coming back with a rifle slung over her shoulder. Bolt action, old, but still modern enough to fire the tranquilizer dart she was loading into it preemptively. “Alright…”
She looked around her kitchen, hands on her hips. “If you see a horse anywhere around this place don’t look at it, don’t acknowledge it, and definitely don’t touch it.” She pulled a small iron skillet off the rack and handed it to him.
“Here, cold iron is a fae bane. Just…keep it on you. Kelpies aren’t particularly fae, but it might respond.”
Eyeing the skillet, he takes hold of it slowly. Still nothing he’d experienced, but if she was sure… “He’ll be sure to.”
She knew more about this than he did and he knew it.
When she’s pulled in closer like that, she can’t help but flinch even being drunk. A grimace on her face, she isn’t saying anything, waiting for it to be over.
Elin rested her head with a goofy smile on Isa’s shoulder. Then her own shoulders began to shake and she started sobbing. “So-sorrey…” she sniffled. “Ye so nice… I dun talk to much people. Save fer Agatha. I like ya, ya know? Though ya talk so little, it kills conv-conb-conf… THE TALK, damn it. Ya are saint… I wanna hug ya more.”
She straightened herself on her seat, pulling the other woman with herself, position reversing, with Elin’s hands around Isa’a neck.
So much for that being over soon… for now all she can do is just wait it out; after Lewis, it was easy enough to figure out that trying to get free didn’t always work.
By the time the fourth bottle arrives, she has to push her glass away. Enough by that point. Bad enough that she was likely to have a hard time with Lewis in the morning.
Elin giggled. “Ye a’ready ovah?” she laid her head on the table giggling like mad. “Tha’ little shiet…” she snorted. “Ye kno’ ye nay so bad, yeself.” she grinned and stretched her hands to her. “C’mere. I’mma hug ye.” she pulled Isa to herself. “Ye need one fer dealin’ with ‘im.”
It was a bit awkward since they were sitting on stools…
When she’s pulled in closer like that, she can’t help but flinch even being drunk. A grimace on her face, she isn’t saying anything, waiting for it to be over.
“Ah, nah, don’t worry about. It’s cool.” She smiled at him lightly as she walked over to the couch, letting him have his distance. “I’m used to being forgotten, kinda worked for at some point, so it’s all good. Might be more fun this way, don’t you think? Getting to meet a friend all over again?”
With her on the couch now he finally shuts the door, staying put and awkwardly scuffing one foot against the carpeting. “So we were?”
“I like to think so.” She responded with a light shrug from her place on the couch. “Though… I don’t know if I was more friend to you than annoyance.. I made you smile sometimes, but I think I probably annoyed you a bit too.” She chuckled lightly.
“Really?” He moves a bit closer, both wary and wanting to hear more.
“Another?” He’s already halfway out his seat before she’s finished, giving a slight nod. “He wouldn’t mind, no.”“Fank yew.” Ava sighed in relief, mumbling around the strap of one of her gloves. She made sure they were snug and flexed her hands, walking over to the stairs. She paused at the bottom of them.
“Oh, ah, do you mind if I bring a rifle with me? I mean, it’s your car and all.”
“No, he doesn’t.” With the gloves back on, he isn’t about to say anything about her hiding her hands - something he’s familiar with, having to hide like that.