flavour of the day, strawberry and butter pecan with fresh pineapple
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Voodoo Hellfire
Rating: G
Challenge: FOTD: lollop, Strawberry #18: teacup, Butter Pecan #20: hot
Toppings/Extras: fresh pineapple
Wordcount: 770
Summary: Pia Rees shows off her voodoo magic to Lord Ashdown.
Notes: ‘Culture shock’ arc, fairly soon after Ashdown’s arrival. Pineapple: ‘Voodoo’ by Godsmack. Lollop: To move forwards with a bounding, drooping motion. Basically how Pia moves all of the time. XD A tad cracky.
The door smashed open and Pia Rees paraded in with a grin stretching the freckles of her face, hands on her hips. The clothes Miss Merritt had supplied her with had somehow become scruffy just by associating with her; the blouse was loose and hanging at an angle and Edward Ashdown was quite sure that her trousers had not originally had a rip at the knee.
“Good mornin’, sunshine!” she barked cheerfully. Ashdown squinted a little.
“You should shave your hair off, Miss Rees,” he said. “It’s absolutely blinding.”
Pia ruffled the raging ginger curls cascading from her scalp.
“One-hundred-fuckin’-percent natural, baby,” she said with a grin. “Finished yet? Newson wants you up.”
“Yes, well, Mr Newson doesn’t really matter, does he?” Ashdown said blithely. Adjusting his baroque-pattern waistcoat with a small tut-Pia still couldn’t get over the way he dressed-he walked over to the gleaming kitchenette he had been given as part of his accommodation and pouted at it. “Can you turn on the stove? A cup of tea is in order.”
“No need, chump,” Pia said, eyes landing on the electric kettle. She began filling it with water while Ashdown frowned at her. She slotted the kettle back into its dock and beckoned the man she was meant to be showing around the future close, face cracking into a sly grin. “Come ‘ere a second, Ashdown. I’m goin’ to show you somethin’.”
“It’s Lord Ashdown.”
“Shut it, fruit-loops. And c’mere.”
The faintly superior frown did not leave his face as he strode forwards. She took him by the hand and placed it against the metallic side of the kettle-he practically flinched at the contact, unused to being touched by people and certainly not the lower class. Still, he had learned by now that Pia Rees was not a shy girl.
“What on Earth are you…?”
“Listen mate, I’m goin’ to show yer some real voodoo-style magic. Got it?”
“As though you know anything about that,” Ashdown scoffed.
“C’mon, Ashdown, you’re meant to be smart. Gingers have a natural affinity with fire, don’t you know?” Pia was smirking widely now. “Bet I can make the water in this pot boil without usin’ any fire.”
He eyed her suspiciously. So many strange things had happened since his arrival in the future that he could scarcely work out the difference between technology and magic. Not dropping the Cheshire-cat smile, Pia discreetly flicked the switch on the kettle and pressed her hand onto the lid.
It didn’t take long for the heat to begin seeping through the metal. Ashdown opened his mouth and closed it again. Pia could tell he wasn’t convinced so she pretended to be concentrating hard, and added: “Alakazam!”
“Are you really doing that?” he asked sceptically.
“Would I lie to you?” she replied. She smirked at him triumphantly as the water began to bubble and boil about half a minute later. Removing her hand from the lid of the kettle, she bounded into the centre of the room and jumped onto his sofa, trainers and all. “I am the god of hellfire!”
“But… you’re…” Ashdown glanced from her back to the kettle, rubbing his fingers together. He had almost burned them. “How did you do that?”
“Magic.”
She skipped over, dropped a teabag into a teacup and poured the steaming water over it. One of the things that had made Miss Merritt snap about having to act as Ashdown’s guide was simply how much he expected of such a role-including almost constant tea-making. Pia decided that she had just found a way to make the routine terribly amusing.
“You have to say the magic word,” she said, while Ashdown made his happy tea face. Pia couldn’t help but smile as she stirred in the milk and sugar. After handing it to him, she performed her loose, swaggering walk across the room, preening into a mirror. “I suppose I could teach you.”
“Are you sure that’s how it works?”
“I’m a voodoo goddess, Ashdown,” Pia said airily. “I know how everything works.”
“You’re just a peasant girl from the slums,” Ashdown said, a touch of whining in his voice. “Why do you get magic powers?”
“Jesus Christ was born in a bin.”
“Jesus Christ was born in a barn.”
“Whatever!” Pia spun to face him, watching him taking a tentative sip of the hot tea. She wished he wasn’t quite so innocent-looking, especially considering he had shown himself to be a classist, racist, sexist, generally bigoted arsehole. “You want to learn fire magic or what?”
He eyed her shrewdly.
“Could I kill people with it?”
Title: Voodoo Hellfire
Rating: G
Challenge: FOTD: lollop, Strawberry #18: teacup, Butter Pecan #20: hot
Toppings/Extras: fresh pineapple
Wordcount: 770
Summary: Pia Rees shows off her voodoo magic to Lord Ashdown.
Notes: ‘Culture shock’ arc, fairly soon after Ashdown’s arrival. Pineapple: ‘Voodoo’ by Godsmack. Lollop: To move forwards with a bounding, drooping motion. Basically how Pia moves all of the time. XD A tad cracky.
The door smashed open and Pia Rees paraded in with a grin stretching the freckles of her face, hands on her hips. The clothes Miss Merritt had supplied her with had somehow become scruffy just by associating with her; the blouse was loose and hanging at an angle and Edward Ashdown was quite sure that her trousers had not originally had a rip at the knee.
“Good mornin’, sunshine!” she barked cheerfully. Ashdown squinted a little.
“You should shave your hair off, Miss Rees,” he said. “It’s absolutely blinding.”
Pia ruffled the raging ginger curls cascading from her scalp.
“One-hundred-fuckin’-percent natural, baby,” she said with a grin. “Finished yet? Newson wants you up.”
“Yes, well, Mr Newson doesn’t really matter, does he?” Ashdown said blithely. Adjusting his baroque-pattern waistcoat with a small tut-Pia still couldn’t get over the way he dressed-he walked over to the gleaming kitchenette he had been given as part of his accommodation and pouted at it. “Can you turn on the stove? A cup of tea is in order.”
“No need, chump,” Pia said, eyes landing on the electric kettle. She began filling it with water while Ashdown frowned at her. She slotted the kettle back into its dock and beckoned the man she was meant to be showing around the future close, face cracking into a sly grin. “Come ‘ere a second, Ashdown. I’m goin’ to show you somethin’.”
“It’s Lord Ashdown.”
“Shut it, fruit-loops. And c’mere.”
The faintly superior frown did not leave his face as he strode forwards. She took him by the hand and placed it against the metallic side of the kettle-he practically flinched at the contact, unused to being touched by people and certainly not the lower class. Still, he had learned by now that Pia Rees was not a shy girl.
“What on Earth are you…?”
“Listen mate, I’m goin’ to show yer some real voodoo-style magic. Got it?”
“As though you know anything about that,” Ashdown scoffed.
“C’mon, Ashdown, you’re meant to be smart. Gingers have a natural affinity with fire, don’t you know?” Pia was smirking widely now. “Bet I can make the water in this pot boil without usin’ any fire.”
He eyed her suspiciously. So many strange things had happened since his arrival in the future that he could scarcely work out the difference between technology and magic. Not dropping the Cheshire-cat smile, Pia discreetly flicked the switch on the kettle and pressed her hand onto the lid.
It didn’t take long for the heat to begin seeping through the metal. Ashdown opened his mouth and closed it again. Pia could tell he wasn’t convinced so she pretended to be concentrating hard, and added: “Alakazam!”
“Are you really doing that?” he asked sceptically.
“Would I lie to you?” she replied. She smirked at him triumphantly as the water began to bubble and boil about half a minute later. Removing her hand from the lid of the kettle, she bounded into the centre of the room and jumped onto his sofa, trainers and all. “I am the god of hellfire!”
“But… you’re…” Ashdown glanced from her back to the kettle, rubbing his fingers together. He had almost burned them. “How did you do that?”
“Magic.”
She skipped over, dropped a teabag into a teacup and poured the steaming water over it. One of the things that had made Miss Merritt snap about having to act as Ashdown’s guide was simply how much he expected of such a role-including almost constant tea-making. Pia decided that she had just found a way to make the routine terribly amusing.
“You have to say the magic word,” she said, while Ashdown made his happy tea face. Pia couldn’t help but smile as she stirred in the milk and sugar. After handing it to him, she performed her loose, swaggering walk across the room, preening into a mirror. “I suppose I could teach you.”
“Are you sure that’s how it works?”
“I’m a voodoo goddess, Ashdown,” Pia said airily. “I know how everything works.”
“You’re just a peasant girl from the slums,” Ashdown said, a touch of whining in his voice. “Why do you get magic powers?”
“Jesus Christ was born in a bin.”
“Jesus Christ was born in a barn.”
“Whatever!” Pia spun to face him, watching him taking a tentative sip of the hot tea. She wished he wasn’t quite so innocent-looking, especially considering he had shown himself to be a classist, racist, sexist, generally bigoted arsehole. “You want to learn fire magic or what?”
He eyed her shrewdly.
“Could I kill people with it?”