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[sorryitasedyou]

Who: Human!Darcy sorryitasedyou or Angel!Erica seizurings and YOU!
Where:Various
When: Angels/Demons event
Rating: PG for language? Will bump up if needed
Summary: Erica and Darcy wandering around the mansion (catch-all)

The Story:



Darcy:


Darcy is getting more and more confused as the weekend progesses, doing her best to avoid people with wings. Whether or not they do the same remains to be seen. She can be found wandering around the mansion, most of the time with earbuds in or her nose buried in a book trying to pretend that a ton of people didn't just sprout wings.

Erica:


Erica is beyond annoyed. Being an angel carried its own responsibilities, but that meant she had to care about other people and their issues. She has taken to perching on ledges and finding the roof increasingly more appealing than she had before. She doesn't have to deal with people if they aren't around to bug her about stupid things like miracles and guidance.

[ooc: Hit me up with who you want, where, and when. Prose or action both okay.]

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[possiblymad]

The thing about wings is they weren't always seen and well... Loki's weren't unfurled, he preferred to remain under the radar. It made tempting and tainting in subtle ways that much easier. A text would find its way to Darcy's phone followed by a light knock on her door. The odd thing about his text is it would indicate he'd regained his powers. As soon as the ping would hit her phone, glowing green handwriting would scroll across the space before her in the air, sparking and glittering with the steady pulse of magic required to maintain it.

Miss Lewis, the door if you would. I've brought a peace offering. ~ Loki

She had said they shouldn't put their mutual trickery behind them during the last event. He couldn't quite remember why he'd been so adamantly against the idea of worming his way into the 'friend zone' of the Avengers and co. but it didn't matter now. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. He came bearing gifts. If she had a peek hole in her door and checked it, he was holding a bottle of very expensive scotch. Whether it be closet or miracle born, that would be left to the imagination.

[sorryitasedyou]

[She'd been curled up on the couch when her phone had gone off. Her heart stops for a second as the text starts to float, hesitantly getting up to open the door. She slips her taser in her back pocket, just in case - better safe than sorry.

Taking a breath, she pulls open the door, surprised to find him standing there with alcohol. She gives a small whistle, eyeing the bottle.]

Well, that's new... Ok - so peace offering...

[She eyes him for a moment before stepping back to let him into her room.]

[possiblymad]

[He put on a very pleasant smile when she opened the door.]

We were able to get on well once before. I believe you were correct. It is not something that can be swept away. [When she stepped aside in the subtle indication to allow him entrance, he stepped inside and glanced around at the decor.] If I recall, you are very fond of alcohol, so this seemed appropriate. [He paused, still looking around.] The... Decor is interesting.

[Despite his distraction, he held the bottle out to her, returning his attention to the (probably very unsure) human.] No tricks. At least not against eachother. Perhaps some modern mischief elsewhere could be arranged, however. What say you, Miss Lewis? Would it be at all possible to start over anew between us?

[sorryitasedyou]

[She arches an eyebrow at his words, this all seeming way too weird to be true. Part of her feels like she should be offended by the remark about being fond of alcohol, but she brushes it off.]

Yeah, the mansion decided this is what I needed for a room and I'm not complainin'.

[She takes the bottle, moving to grab two glasses off a nearby shelf. Pouring a healthy amount in each she hands one over to him, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch as she moves to the window seat.]

I'm all for a fresh start... With conditions.

[She couldn't argue with the idea of pranking people, the memories of the high school tricks still fresh. She takes a sip, pleasantly surprised by the quality.]

I'm not saying yes, but what did you have in mind?

Darcy please

[onsilksheets]

Avoiding those with wings could only work up to a certain point because they were everywhere. Bela was glad to see that there were still humans around to torture because then she would have to deal with angels and they were never any fun. As a way of tricking humans, she kept her wings out of sight and didn't reveal them unless she wanted to. Bela was on the prowl for new prey, trying to find anyone who could have their weaknesses exploited.

She spots Darcy from a distance on her travels, watching as she read a book. Such a pretty little thing, perfect for messing with.

Her approach was cautious, looking as disarming as possible with a friendly smile on her face.

you got it

[sorryitasedyou]

She notices the movement, quickly looking up. Her eyes scan the woman for any sight of wings. Letting out a small sigh of relief, she offers a small smile.

"Hey, do you have any clue what's going on around here?"

[onsilksheets]

This was perfect. Bela wasn't being perceived as a threat and she had to keep that going until the right moment.

"All I know is that it has something to do with angels, demons and the apparent apocalypse. I'd try not to stress about it too much if I were you."

[sorryitasedyou]

"Not stress about the apocalypse... Right. No big deal."

Holy shit. That explained so much. Alright, so angels and demons... She could handle this.

"Is there any way to tell who's who? Or I guess what would be more accurate." Other than looking for wings, guessing halos and horns weren't a legit thing.

erica / early in the event, out on the grounds, if you please!

[resent]

Cora realises within minutes upon waking on the very first day the event comes to Wonderland that there's something off. It's a familiar sensation, one she'd felt for three long days when she'd donned a skirt, track pants, and a pretty dress. She thinks to stay in bed, wrapped within her sheets, but that's the human side of her talking, the weaker portion of her she buries deep beneath the fur she usually dons.

Out in the gardens, she sits on the edge of the fountain with Boudica sitting comfortably on her feet. Even though she feels slightly off balance, her wolf still listens to her as though she's the alpha, trailing behind her without the necessary leash most dogs — not wolves — require. Cora knows she's no longer a werewolf, finding the human side of her that had been prevalent during her time as a school student is at the forefront once again. Her fingers card through Boudica's hair, the wolf seemingly content with doing nothing at all, sitting beside an alpha who has lost her spark, refusing to abandon her when most betas would.

She tries not to laugh as she looks down at the white coat of her wolf. "I'm getting pins and needles, B," she says, but Boudica merely ignores her, almost pressing more weight upon her feet as the tingling sensation begins to creep upon her bones.

you got it, dude - sorry this is late

[seizurings]

Erica had been doing her best to avoid the humans. While she fully understood it was her duty to watch over them, protect them from demonic influence and instead guide them towards the path of good, it didn't mean she had to like it. Humans were fickle and short-sighted - too caught up in their materialistic desires to stop for a moment and appreciate what they already have.

At least that's her opinion... Which obviously is the only thing that matters.

She'd kept her wings out of sight so as not to call attention to herself as she moves through the garden, heels clicking against the ground with every step. She stops to fix a wilting rose, when she hears a voice. Her head snaps towards it, blonde curls tumbling over her shoulder. Had she been spotted? Even worse, had she been spotted helping the rose?

don't sweat it, dude! ❤

[resent]

It's within seconds Boudica's head shoots up, ears pointed, as she stops shifting altogether. With her own gaze on her wolf, she notices the moment something — or someone — else has occupied her attention, following her white wolf's line of sight to spot Erica by a rose bush. Cora doesn't need to kick her foot up into Boudica's backside to have the wolf rising, the wolf already bounding toward her before Cora has even picked herself up from the lip of the fountain.

"Boudica!" she shouts, unafraid of what her wolf will do, her bounding quiet happily toward someone who has existed more as a ghost than anything for so long. Cora doesn't run, but walks fast to make up the distance, before she comes to stand near Erica. Wrapping her fingers around her wolf's tail, she threads it through them as she looks to her, a genuine and stress-free smile on her face. "Reyes," she says, voice warm. "Did they hire you as the gardener?"

[seizurings]

Her hand quickly darts away from the rose at the sound of the wolf's approach followed by the yelling of the wolf's name. She lets the wolf sniff her hand, smiling at the creature. She'd always had a fondness for animals, preferring them to the humans she was sworn to protect. They didn't have the same influences, far more pure and genuine.

She smiles as Cora approaches, doing her best to not draw attention to what she'd been doing, even if the rose seemed a little healthier than those around it.

"Cora." She keeps her voice light, the smile staying on her face. "I was just spending some time out here, it's so peaceful - and it gives me some time to think and be on my own. How are you?"

Darcy

[mph]

[ You know, avoiding everyone who's gone nuts (like his brother for instance) would be a lot easier with his powers. Third time without them's a charm, and even if he's starting to get used to it it doesn't mean he has to like it. He drops down next to her on the couch she's reading on this time, shrugging himself into his hoodie. ]

Please tell me you're not as crazy as half of everyone else is right now.

[sorryitasedyou]

[She jumps a little at the new presence, eyes darting over to him before relaxing and giving him a small smile.]

You mean sprouting wings and creeping people the hell out? No.

[mph]

Cool.

[ And that's it really. He curls his knees up and just sits there, bored. ]

What are you reading?

[sorryitasedyou]

Emily Dickinson.

[Since Dean hasn't burned it yet.]

Although I could use a break. Wanna do something?

[She smirks.]

How do you feel about video games?

[no_eels]

Toothless finds himself very uneasy in the recent changes to the mansion. With the vikings — or the humans, as Castiel said they were called. It will be a long time before the Nightfury comes to think of them as anything other than vikings, but right now? He's not really sure what any of them are. Well, most of them, because scent changes are afoot in the biggest way, and nothing confuses a Nightfury more.

Nothing except for that elusive glint of light that sometimes shows up when Hiccup is around. (Someday, he'll catch it.)

Today he hears a small, interesting noise that he's never encountered before, and Toothless is, by his nature, very curious. He turns a corner in the mansion to see Darcy, the noise coming from... somewhere around her head. Toothless only hesitates a moment before he takes a few steps toward her, eyes wide. What's the noise?

toothless!!!!!!! :D

[sorryitasedyou]

There's a definite downside to her attempts to drown out the world, walking to the beat of the music currently flowing through her ear buds. She notices him, freezing slightly as she attempts to figure out just what he is exactly. She would say dragons aren't real, but a few years ago she'd thought people like Thor and Loki were myths.

She gives a small smile, going with kindness rather than panic. There's no need to freak out unless it's necessary. Pulling the ear buds out of her ears, she pulls the iPod out of her pocket to pause the music.

"Hey there big guy, what's up?"

8D

[no_eels]

When she shifts her attire, the noise changes, too, and that throws Toothless for a loop. And then the noise stops entirely.

What in the...

Toothless rumbles, ears forward, eyes wide. He doesn't look all that frightening, for a dragon, though that can certainly change at a moment's notice. But never with most vikings, unless they're trying to harm him. Or Hiccup, or Astrid. He takes a few more cautious steps forward, sniffing in the direction of the ear buds.

That seems to be where the noise had come from.

[superagent]

Phil's also doing his best to ignore all of this madness. The events do a great job of distracting them from things that really matter, but this one affords him his own knowledge and focus, so he mostly ignores all the "angels" and "demons" running around and continues on as if there's no event at all, save for his being quite a bit more withdrawn.

When he spots Darcy, he almost turns and bolts, afraid to find out that she's some sort of avenging angel or devilish demon, but she doesn't look particularly strange.

"Tell me you're still human. Lying is okay in this one instance."

[sorryitasedyou]

Hearing a familiar voice, she quickly looks up and scans him for any sign of wings or weirdness. The combination of the lack of visual indication and his words bring a small smile to her lips.

"Definitely still human. Jane sprouted wings, still don't know how I feel about that..."

She gives him a thoughtful look, setting down the book and leaning forward slightly.

"Can I get that whole 'lying is okay in this one instance' thing in a raincheck?"

[superagent]

"Nope." He grins. "That wouldn't be in the spirit of the words."

With a shrug, he quickly looks her over for injury. There's been an added layer of tension around here and he's not going to stand by an watch the little guy get squashed in the big guys' battles if he can help it.

"Is she behaving strangely?"

Darcerooski

[gadjos]

Darcy wanders like a pro, completely ignoring the world around her with her earbuds in to block out noise and her noise in a book to block out social interaction. Peter's got to hand it to her, that is some hardcore snubbing. He's taken it upon himself to make it into sort of a game- he ambles in closer to her as she wanders, tucks his hands in his pockets, matches her pace, and makes bets with himself to see how long he can make it seem like they're walking side by side together until she notices he's there.

He gives it four minutes.

Darcerooski omg that's great

[sorryitasedyou]

She's almost completely lost in her book, already over whatever new thing had slapped Wonderland and dosed the kool-aid. Her best choice is to wait for everyone to return to their senses and do her best to lay low, especially considering Jane had sprouted her very own set of wings.

When she finally notices him out of the corner of her eye, she jumps and lets out a small yelp ready to hit him with her book.

"Holy shit balls! How long have you been there?"

I am the best at nicknames, truly

[gadjos]

Damn. He checks his wrist like he's checking a watch, but there definitely isn't one.

"About three and a half minutes," He shrugs, apparently unconcerned with the fact that she's tempted to bludgeon him to death with a book thicker than war and peace. "Man, you are really in your own little world. Watcha readin'?"