San Francisco, California - Post Residence - Wednesday, 11:00 FST
The rage was starting to filter out of her.
Separated. She was to be separated from her brother. She'd been gone a week with Robert, and she'd come back feeling as if he was a stranger; what else might she miss with them going to two entirely different schools? As if going to school at all wasn't daunting.
"It's not as bad as an apartment-sized crocodile," Eliot pointed out softly, as if reading her mind. It earned him a glare, but with that newly-found maturity, he was able to brush it off with a shrug. Comforting, in a way, since she would have been worried leaving him to go anywhere alone previously, but also worrying.
"I still don't like it. I don't like that they're separating us. Even after we proved we were worthy to be in the Family, they still don't trust us."
She jammed an especially offensive sweater into her bag while her brother tapped his fingers on his thigh. It was that song again, the song he liked the most: the Mortal's Coil. She thought it might send another wave of anger rushing through her, but it actually helped somewhat.
"Well, we did kind of kill a demon. A big one."
"You mean 'I did'," she was quick to point out. Eliot's eyes went flat.
"You mean 'we did'," he replied with a shake of his head. "You wouldn't have thought of it if I hadn't elbowed you."
Neither of them were particularly proud of the achievement. Mostly, they argued over it to make sure neither of them felt worse about it than they should. They'd both done their part that day, after all.
It'd been a rather horrible day.
"So when do you leave?"
Now it was Fiona's turn to give the flat looks, her blue eyes sharp and hard. He just had to bring it up again when she'd gotten thoroughly distracted?
"Saturday morning," she informed him in clipped tones. He knew she was annoyed because she wasn't looking at him, which meant he'd said the wrong thing. His first impulse was to apologize, but he pulled back as his father's voice reminded him about apologies and weakness. He hadn't done anything wrong.
"Is Robert driving you there?" he ventured a moment later. Hopefully the mention of Robert would help smooth things over with his sister. He was the only thing that seemed to make her smile anymore.
The nod she gave in reply was a little slower, a little softer. Yes, it'd helped.
"The school is across the country, on the East Coast. Apparently, it's this tiny island off of Maryland." All things her mother had told her, all things that were largely useless. All her questions as to the facility, the specialties, the classes, the other students had gone unanswered. Instead, she'd gotten a miniature lesson in geography and promises that she would 'most certainly enjoy her time there'.
Ha. As if Mother cared what she enjoyed.
She was almost done packing, though, with only a few items left to put away. A quick check over of what still needed stuffing revealed the box she'd gotten at the meeting yesterday night.
"What's that?"
Fiona shot him a Look over being so nosy, but after a moment she relented and opened the box to show him as she pulled it out. It was heavier than expected, but nothing that she thought would present a problem.
"A yo yo?" He knew what they were from some of their historical texts. "You know it was disproved that they were used as weapons, remember? I'd show you the book but it's still in--"
"It's a weapon for me," she informed him with a lift of her chin, "from Uncle Aaron."
Eliot's face turned sour at the mention of one of their relatives, but she didn't particularly mind. Uncle Aaron favored her, the warrior of the two; it made sense that Eliot wouldn't find him appealing, especially as their uncle seemed suspicious of his musical talent.
"He just gave it to you?"
"He left it," Fiona explained, "with Mother. For me, as a gift before going to school."
Eliot was quiet for a few moments before he spoke again.
"Do you think you're going to need it?"
She lifted the yo yo to eye level and ran her fingers over the stainless steel edge; smooth. That made sense, considering it was to be her weapon. She didn't need blades.
"I have the sinking suspicion I will."
[ooc: establishy! NFB for distance ^_^ OOC always appreciated]
Separated. She was to be separated from her brother. She'd been gone a week with Robert, and she'd come back feeling as if he was a stranger; what else might she miss with them going to two entirely different schools? As if going to school at all wasn't daunting.
"It's not as bad as an apartment-sized crocodile," Eliot pointed out softly, as if reading her mind. It earned him a glare, but with that newly-found maturity, he was able to brush it off with a shrug. Comforting, in a way, since she would have been worried leaving him to go anywhere alone previously, but also worrying.
"I still don't like it. I don't like that they're separating us. Even after we proved we were worthy to be in the Family, they still don't trust us."
She jammed an especially offensive sweater into her bag while her brother tapped his fingers on his thigh. It was that song again, the song he liked the most: the Mortal's Coil. She thought it might send another wave of anger rushing through her, but it actually helped somewhat.
"Well, we did kind of kill a demon. A big one."
"You mean 'I did'," she was quick to point out. Eliot's eyes went flat.
"You mean 'we did'," he replied with a shake of his head. "You wouldn't have thought of it if I hadn't elbowed you."
Neither of them were particularly proud of the achievement. Mostly, they argued over it to make sure neither of them felt worse about it than they should. They'd both done their part that day, after all.
It'd been a rather horrible day.
"So when do you leave?"
Now it was Fiona's turn to give the flat looks, her blue eyes sharp and hard. He just had to bring it up again when she'd gotten thoroughly distracted?
"Saturday morning," she informed him in clipped tones. He knew she was annoyed because she wasn't looking at him, which meant he'd said the wrong thing. His first impulse was to apologize, but he pulled back as his father's voice reminded him about apologies and weakness. He hadn't done anything wrong.
"Is Robert driving you there?" he ventured a moment later. Hopefully the mention of Robert would help smooth things over with his sister. He was the only thing that seemed to make her smile anymore.
The nod she gave in reply was a little slower, a little softer. Yes, it'd helped.
"The school is across the country, on the East Coast. Apparently, it's this tiny island off of Maryland." All things her mother had told her, all things that were largely useless. All her questions as to the facility, the specialties, the classes, the other students had gone unanswered. Instead, she'd gotten a miniature lesson in geography and promises that she would 'most certainly enjoy her time there'.
Ha. As if Mother cared what she enjoyed.
She was almost done packing, though, with only a few items left to put away. A quick check over of what still needed stuffing revealed the box she'd gotten at the meeting yesterday night.
"What's that?"
Fiona shot him a Look over being so nosy, but after a moment she relented and opened the box to show him as she pulled it out. It was heavier than expected, but nothing that she thought would present a problem.
"A yo yo?" He knew what they were from some of their historical texts. "You know it was disproved that they were used as weapons, remember? I'd show you the book but it's still in--"
"It's a weapon for me," she informed him with a lift of her chin, "from Uncle Aaron."
Eliot's face turned sour at the mention of one of their relatives, but she didn't particularly mind. Uncle Aaron favored her, the warrior of the two; it made sense that Eliot wouldn't find him appealing, especially as their uncle seemed suspicious of his musical talent.
"He just gave it to you?"
"He left it," Fiona explained, "with Mother. For me, as a gift before going to school."
Eliot was quiet for a few moments before he spoke again.
"Do you think you're going to need it?"
She lifted the yo yo to eye level and ran her fingers over the stainless steel edge; smooth. That made sense, considering it was to be her weapon. She didn't need blades.
"I have the sinking suspicion I will."
[ooc: establishy! NFB for distance ^_^ OOC always appreciated]