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.
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.
Taskmaster is no stranger to a very strong sense of 'okay, what just happened here?' but...okay, what just happened here? The things he could read from Trixie just went nuts. But the apparent offender is gone now, at least. And he certainly won't be letting anything like THAT happen again, that's for sure.
There is going to be a LOT of saffron in Trixie's future, after this.
"Jesus. We gotta go through this every fuckin time you see me? Had no idea we were coming to your place. Of all the people." She sighs. Shes already shifted to her human form and wiping at the soot on her forearms. She pulls the book from the portal and hands it to May carefully. "Here."
"No problem. I didnt know we were coming here. Or I would have stayed behind or something. She doesnt like cats or shifters or something like that. We've run into each other a few times. I cant remember exactly. Just she doesnt like me." She shrugs.
"I guess you do mind," May mutters. "Then I guess we'll make this quick."
She gingerly places the book -- even if the hair's fallen off, the pages are still bloody -- on the table. Then she unzips her bag and pulls out the billy-club.
"I'm fine an' I don't mind you. S'just the cat." The dogs will continue to growl and bark at MJ until she's gone through a portal and left.
Well, it looks like she won't need to raise power to do this - the air is already humming with energy. There are good reasons that Trixie lives on her own, foremost among them being that she can ward her land.
May has to bite her tongue before she can say, "She's a good cat." This MJ definitely isn't her mom, but the urge to defend her is still there. Besides, it's not like she wouldn't do it for any of her other friends.
Like Reilly.
Which is why she had to keep her mouth shut. She didn't exactly have a lot of options right now -- probably best not to upset the one person who could help her find him.
"There's a spare mug on the breadboard and the jug's here. Help yerself."
Meanwhile, Trixie is busy prodding at the book and club. She's also unrolled her hoodooing kit - a large bundle filled with roots, powders, teeth and a few other interesting ingredients.
"Gonna make you a finder's hand. You put the hand at the bottom of a big bowl of water, then you float a straw on the water. The straw'll turn towards yer man."
"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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There is going to be a LOT of saffron in Trixie's future, after this.
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She gingerly places the book -- even if the hair's fallen off, the pages are still bloody -- on the table. Then she unzips her bag and pulls out the billy-club.
"These will do, right?"
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Well, it looks like she won't need to raise power to do this - the air is already humming with energy. There are good reasons that Trixie lives on her own, foremost among them being that she can ward her land.
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Like Reilly.
Which is why she had to keep her mouth shut. She didn't exactly have a lot of options right now -- probably best not to upset the one person who could help her find him.
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"Right then, sorry 'bout that. Lemme refocus, yeh? You want some tea? It'll take me a few. This'll be a damn fine source."
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"Tea would be good. I am really thirsty."
(( Here's where Darkdevil lurks, BTW.))
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Meanwhile, Trixie is busy prodding at the book and club. She's also unrolled her hoodooing kit - a large bundle filled with roots, powders, teeth and a few other interesting ingredients.
"Gonna make you a finder's hand. You put the hand at the bottom of a big bowl of water, then you float a straw on the water. The straw'll turn towards yer man."
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She's trying to understand what Trixie's telling her, but the magic stuff goes way over her head.
"Does that mean it'd only work once? Because I've got a feeling he's on our world -- I can't think of anywhere in the Nexus he'd go -- but..."
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