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alsohawkeye) wrote2024-01-11 07:28 pm
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KATE BISHOP
KATE BISHOP
Five. One shot. (Last one hit a goon in the arm.)
Do you know how to track/trap/stop it?
Do you know how to track/trap/stop it?
Who's that?
[ 10 seconds later ]
And what was a massive cock doing in your bureau?
[ 10 seconds later ]
And what was a massive cock doing in your bureau?
Things I didn't need to know about beloved mythical wizards.
Okay, okay. You really should've found somewhere more secure to keep it.
So what can I do to help?
And how serious is this? Should you be making an announcement?
So what can I do to help?
And how serious is this? Should you be making an announcement?
If we don't find it before the jump, maybe. It shouldn't hurt anyone.
It might even be gone, if it was here for 6,500 hours without anything to eat.
& telling everyone anything frightening they see might not be real could backfire.
If you could keep an eye out, though, I'd appreciate it.
It might even be gone, if it was here for 6,500 hours without anything to eat.
& telling everyone anything frightening they see might not be real could backfire.
If you could keep an eye out, though, I'd appreciate it.
I will definitely keep an eye out.
I met a guy here a jump or two ago who said his job was tracking down ghosts and demons. As I'm typing this I am realizing how this could turn into a really terrible idea, but maybe setting him on the trail of a boggart could be useful x2?
I met a guy here a jump or two ago who said his job was tracking down ghosts and demons. As I'm typing this I am realizing how this could turn into a really terrible idea, but maybe setting him on the trail of a boggart could be useful x2?
So sorry that when I think 'monster' you don't spring to mind.
Sam. 037-006.
I really need to work on this surname thing.
Sam. 037-006.
I really need to work on this surname thing.
[Maybe a few days after Johanna pretended like she had real feelings to win an argument... (Or maybe made a real confession of feelings, in a very roundabout way...)
Johanna knocks at Kate's door, once, a sharp rap. Very matter of fact. And then she stands back with her arms folded over her chest, hip cocked, eyes turned upwards. Bored and irritated and already tired of waiting. Fine; she knocks again, this time more annoyed.]
Hurry up.
Johanna knocks at Kate's door, once, a sharp rap. Very matter of fact. And then she stands back with her arms folded over her chest, hip cocked, eyes turned upwards. Bored and irritated and already tired of waiting. Fine; she knocks again, this time more annoyed.]
Hurry up.
Just a second!
[ The call from inside is annoyed too, and if sound traveled better through these doors (thank god it doesn't) she'd hear Kate fumbling around putting on pants and bumping into things as she's rushed. She'd meant to get in touch before now-- she feels like she owes Johanna an apology, maybe an explanation, or god forbid a conversation-- but there've been Things to Do. Meetings to attend, boggarts and pirates to hunt.
She answers the door with wet hair still half-wrapped in a towel, but dressed, and already asking ] What? [ before she's really gotten it open. ]
[ The call from inside is annoyed too, and if sound traveled better through these doors (thank god it doesn't) she'd hear Kate fumbling around putting on pants and bumping into things as she's rushed. She'd meant to get in touch before now-- she feels like she owes Johanna an apology, maybe an explanation, or god forbid a conversation-- but there've been Things to Do. Meetings to attend, boggarts and pirates to hunt.
She answers the door with wet hair still half-wrapped in a towel, but dressed, and already asking ] What? [ before she's really gotten it open. ]
I should ask before I go looking: if I find it, what do I do? How do you fight boggarts? Just like whatever they turn into?
You can beat one back that way.
You can't kill it.
Amortal probably made that obvious.
They're weakened by laughter.
They're not very good at frightening more than one person at once.
Nonmagical people can't always see them clearly, but this one was on the strong end.
If you message me or Sirius, we can handle it. They're easy.
Finding them is the trick.
You can't kill it.
Amortal probably made that obvious.
They're weakened by laughter.
They're not very good at frightening more than one person at once.
Nonmagical people can't always see them clearly, but this one was on the strong end.
If you message me or Sirius, we can handle it. They're easy.
Finding them is the trick.
[As soon as she's got the chance to, Johanna grabs hold of the door and shoves it the rest of the way open. She's quick at observations; she takes stock of the towel, the damp hair.
They're about of height, so it's easy to step in close, and take Kate's chin in her hand--and lean in to kiss her, without so much as a second of hesitation. Her mouth is surprisingly soft, for all the tightness in her jaw. Even the press of her fingertips feels a little soft.]
They're about of height, so it's easy to step in close, and take Kate's chin in her hand--and lean in to kiss her, without so much as a second of hesitation. Her mouth is surprisingly soft, for all the tightness in her jaw. Even the press of her fingertips feels a little soft.]
[ Kate wasn't expecting that, and it's clear in the second it takes her to react, the instinctive flinch toward her bow that starts when Johanna shoves the door open but is cut off when she's kissed instead of punched. (She'd have felt like she maybe deserved it but that doesn't mean she wouldn't fight back.)
The softness is noticed, such a contrast to the usual. It makes Kate a little wary, makes her expect a trap. But she doesn't pull away, returning the kiss in that same almost-gentle kind and reaching around Johanna to touch the panel to shut the door behind her. ]
The softness is noticed, such a contrast to the usual. It makes Kate a little wary, makes her expect a trap. But she doesn't pull away, returning the kiss in that same almost-gentle kind and reaching around Johanna to touch the panel to shut the door behind her. ]
[(Be patient, there could still be punching.)
The kiss stays as soft as ever, even if the grip of her fingers tightens just a little. She lingers against it, just a little longer, and when they do draw apart, that's slow, too. Her eyes flick over Kate's face, a quick study, and she lets her thumb slip up to push against her lower lip.]
Don't freak out this time.
The kiss stays as soft as ever, even if the grip of her fingers tightens just a little. She lingers against it, just a little longer, and when they do draw apart, that's slow, too. Her eyes flick over Kate's face, a quick study, and she lets her thumb slip up to push against her lower lip.]
Don't freak out this time.
[ (There could always be punching.)
Kate lets the kiss taper off and draws back when Johanna does, though no further. That study finds her making one of her own, a hint of confusion in her eyes that's chased by embarrassment (but no anger) at that comment. ]
I won't. [ She lets lips purse slightly against the tip of Johanna's thumb, and lifts a hand to tug on a lock of hair near her jaw, only enough pressure to make her attention known. ] You fixed it.
Kate lets the kiss taper off and draws back when Johanna does, though no further. That study finds her making one of her own, a hint of confusion in her eyes that's chased by embarrassment (but no anger) at that comment. ]
I won't. [ She lets lips purse slightly against the tip of Johanna's thumb, and lifts a hand to tug on a lock of hair near her jaw, only enough pressure to make her attention known. ] You fixed it.
I had help. People always want to help me.
[And she sounds less than impressed with that. Impatient, she shakes her hair free of Kate's little grip, and drops her hand as she takes a step back, to put her own fingers in her hair, fluffing it out. It really does look better this time, far less brutal of a bob than she's been wearing it.]
Think it's really me?
[As in her style, don't make this deep or anything.]
[And she sounds less than impressed with that. Impatient, she shakes her hair free of Kate's little grip, and drops her hand as she takes a step back, to put her own fingers in her hair, fluffing it out. It really does look better this time, far less brutal of a bob than she's been wearing it.]
Think it's really me?
[As in her style, don't make this deep or anything.]
[ Kate's arm drops easily when Johanna pulls away. Her mouth has been set at neutral, a mild absence of expression, but it widens into a smile now, nothing huge, but definite. She shrugs, head bobbled in a nod. ]
I like it. [ That's what's important, right? Reminded, she lifts a hand to pull the towel loose, ruffling at her hair again before tossing it aside. ] I was surprised you didn't shave it all off. Or go mohawk.
I like it. [ That's what's important, right? Reminded, she lifts a hand to pull the towel loose, ruffling at her hair again before tossing it aside. ] I was surprised you didn't shave it all off. Or go mohawk.
Edited (html) 2015-01-22 05:55 (UTC)
[Shave it all off. Her fingers grip a moment, tight, and then relax.]
I like my hair. I don't want it going anywhere.
[But she tips her head to the side, a thoughtful lean against her hand, or maybe like the weight's gotten just a little too heavy, wide-eyed and coy.]
Maybe a mohawk. Are you any good at cutting hair?
I like my hair. I don't want it going anywhere.
[But she tips her head to the side, a thoughtful lean against her hand, or maybe like the weight's gotten just a little too heavy, wide-eyed and coy.]
Maybe a mohawk. Are you any good at cutting hair?
Edited (8S) 2015-01-22 16:17 (UTC)
No. I can cut it straight but that's about it. I need to give in and do mine.
[ Not a mohawk, presumably. Could she pull that off? Kate's kind of absently wondering just now, trying to visualize it before she pushes her attention back to Johanna and the tilt of her head. She takes a step back to the edge of a bed and takes a seat, reaching for a comb. ]
Who helped you? Maybe I'll call them.
[ Not a mohawk, presumably. Could she pull that off? Kate's kind of absently wondering just now, trying to visualize it before she pushes her attention back to Johanna and the tilt of her head. She takes a step back to the edge of a bed and takes a seat, reaching for a comb. ]
Who helped you? Maybe I'll call them.
[Ask Johanna, Kate. She'll tell you, in no uncertain terms, that no, you can't pull it off. :) ]
There were two of them. There's this real drag of a girl named Eponine. She did the first part. And then there's this kid named Newt--he and his little friends used to run around in a maze getting chased down by monsters, or something--but he was in charge of cutting everyone's hair, too. He did the fine work.
[She fluffs it again, experimentally, as she sinks down to a crouch on the floor.]
Don't hack yours off. You wouldn't look good.
There were two of them. There's this real drag of a girl named Eponine. She did the first part. And then there's this kid named Newt--he and his little friends used to run around in a maze getting chased down by monsters, or something--but he was in charge of cutting everyone's hair, too. He did the fine work.
[She fluffs it again, experimentally, as she sinks down to a crouch on the floor.]
Don't hack yours off. You wouldn't look good.
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