The weather has taken a turn for the hot and dry and Trixie finds herself having to haul water from the river over to her makeshift veggie garden. It's long, hard work.
Taskmaster appears, briefly tense as always in the first half-second of standing in a place he's never been before. It passes, however, and yellow eyes blink in the shade of his hood--ah, there she is.
The dogs wuffle and bound up to greet their new visitor. Did he bring treats? DID HE? Should we eat him? Snuffle? CROTCH-FACE.
She carefully shucks the water-yoke, winces and wanders over. "How're ya at? And no, I was looking for a break. You wanna sitdown in the shade? Have a drink? I've beer in the cooler, yeh?"
Note to self: next time, bring something to distract the dogs with so he won't have to do so much awkward dodging and--did she just mention beer? Why yes! Yes she did!
"Ah ha, my one weakness, but-" a quick, regretful headshake and a raised hand. "-I can't right now, sorry. There's a bit of a crisis, we got a guy missin'. Any chance your magic can take a crack at it?"
"Sure, I can give it a shot. Whatcha got of his and whatcha willin' ta pay?" She takes out a handkerchief and wipes off her forehead.
"Feck-me, twice. It's hot as sin out here. Darlin'? Since yer working an' it ain't right to tempt a man with beer when he can't have any, I'm gonna go sit in the shade, talk shop and drink some ice tea like a civilized lady."
Hint, hint. Go sit under the rather large tree just over that-a-way with some beat up lawnchairs under it. She's going to fetch something cold.
In swing three Spider-Girls, two in nearly indentical outfits, and a third...well, she's in weretiger form. The shorter of the girls, and the were-tiger, look a little bit scorched. The tiger less so, but all the same, it's obviously been a rough night.
"Task!" Mayday calls. "I brought company. Do you mind?" Then she turns to Trixie. "Hi, um...?"
As soon as they're in, the dogs run up and start barking. They don't get too close, but they're certainly not happy.
Still quietly chatting and laughing with Taskmaster, Trixie looks over and freezes. Suddenly, her body posture shifts into something angry and defensive and her voice drops into a growl. "Get the fucking cat off my land. Now."
She looks to Taskmaster and sighs. "I appologize for causing any problems. I wasnt aware it was her we were going to see. You can tell her I'm sorry for intruding since I rather doubt she'll listen to me on her own."
She shakes her head and walks out through a portal. She wont do anything towards the dogs unless they bite first. She likes dogs.
There is a leopard in the woods. He hears a lot of voices and decides to climb a tree until the others go away. Once he is in the tree, he can't help but notice that there is a very nice ray of sunlight that's shining on him, and there are birds around and the river smells nice and zzzzz.....
Don't mind him, he's a ways away, letting Trix do her thing, and doing a very good impression of a large spotted fur boa. Magic going on at Trixie's? Prolly. So long as there's not a lot of horrible doom going on, Zane'll sleep right through it. Or elephants. He'd probably wake up for elephants.
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"Heya, Trixie! Am I interruptin'?"
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She carefully shucks the water-yoke, winces and wanders over. "How're ya at? And no, I was looking for a break. You wanna sitdown in the shade? Have a drink? I've beer in the cooler, yeh?"
Stupid dogs. "G'wan, go lay down."
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"Ah ha, my one weakness, but-" a quick, regretful headshake and a raised hand. "-I can't right now, sorry. There's a bit of a crisis, we got a guy missin'. Any chance your magic can take a crack at it?"
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"Feck-me, twice. It's hot as sin out here. Darlin'? Since yer working an' it ain't right to tempt a man with beer when he can't have any, I'm gonna go sit in the shade, talk shop and drink some ice tea like a civilized lady."
Hint, hint. Go sit under the rather large tree just over that-a-way with some beat up lawnchairs under it. She's going to fetch something cold.
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"Task!" Mayday calls. "I brought company. Do you mind?"
Then she turns to Trixie. "Hi, um...?"
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Still quietly chatting and laughing with Taskmaster, Trixie looks over and freezes. Suddenly, her body posture shifts into something angry and defensive and her voice drops into a growl. "Get the fucking cat off my land. Now."
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"Trixie?"
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She shakes her head and walks out through a portal. She wont do anything towards the dogs unless they bite first. She likes dogs.
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Thanks.
-TM
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