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Who: Human!Darcy

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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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She actually likes this human - one of the few she could stand to be around. Her eyes drift back down to the wolf, watching. Part of her wants to give her some sage words about inner peace and other flowery crap that's normally expected from an angel, but she doesn't. She'd never hear the end of it if anyone overheard her actually saying something helpful.

She runs a hand through her curls giving a small sigh. Flower-y crap or not, this was one of her charges and she couldn't ignore her responsibilities.

"There's more peace out here than inside. Flowers don't whine about stupid things."

Giving a small smile, she runs a finger over the rose she'd revived. "Any ideas on what has you so restless?"

If Erica were to speak of inner peace, Cora would remember her speech word for word to ensure to drive the dagger back into her ribs and ruffle her fur for the purpose of aggravating Erica — for the most innocent of reasons. But it's not something Cora's expecting, even if she senses there's something a little off about her.

There's no reason she wouldn't be slightly different to the girl she remembers in the vault. Erica knows what happens to her. And it's not something Cora expects her to merely let slide from her shoulders and not affect her posture in any sort of way.

Cora cocks an eyebrow. Inner peace. Flowers whining. She glances toward the suspects and notices that they haven't grown eyes nor mouths, nor even voices. "There's not much to do," she says, returning her gaze back to Erica. Her incredulous expression remains, eyebrow arched. "Thinking about chasing some inner peace out in the woods." With a look toward Boudica, her butt the only thing unusual about the bush, she has a feeling the woods will have to wait. "Or she's found it already."

And she would remember every painful detail of the vault... If she had her memories. Instead, she just crosses her arms - concern on her face.

"The woods are dangerous, be careful if you do decide to go alone. I'm glad you'd have Boudica with you." It's about as close to her duties as she's gonna get, attempting to guide Cora into making wise choices. Between the demons running rampant and the Jabberwocky, she didn't like the idea of Cora going off alone.

Her eyes drift back down to Boudica, partly curious and partly worried that the wolf could sense what she'd done to the rose.

Cora frowns. Erica's never quite been afraid of danger; she thinks to say as much, but what she'd wanted to be a friendly goading toward a friend turns into something that feels slightly rehearsed, instead. "I've been going out into the woods alone for months." And she'd found herself losing a month because of it. Still, to this day, she hadn't found the answer as to why. Every other morning she'd taken to the woods had seen her reemerging on the same day.

Maybe Erica was worried about that. But Cora's not — even if she feels the need to check her calendar every morning to ensure she hasn't lost an entire year, instead. She can handle the dangers in the woods. What's Thumper going to do to her besides encourage her in a game of chase?

Following Erica's gaze, she looks down toward Boudica. The wolf's head is now free of being stuck in the bush as she moves toward Erica to sniff her hands. "She won't bite," she says, before looking back up to Erica.

The wolf may not bite, but that didn't mean she wouldn't out her to Cora... Unless she just outted herself first. It might encourage Cora to listen to her, need her advice. She didn't want anything to happen to her - not if she could help it. She mentally weighed the pros and cons while holding out a hand again to the wolf, this time not masking herself as much as before.

Well, no time like the present.

"I know she won't but there's something you should know. I'm..." Ugh, she hated this part, "I'm an angel."

She prepares herself for the reaction, not sure how Cora's going to take it.

Boudica seems to take to sniffing her hand with earnest, snout pressing against the back of it before trying to twist herself to find the centre of her palm. It's not a surprise Boudica takes to Erica. She's beginning to think her wolf is comfortable around those she is — or has merely calmed down after being born from a closet and thrusted into a world where those within Wonderland can talk to cats with ease but their hackles rise at the mere sight of a wolf.

But there's no time to really dwell on it, nor even tell Erica Boudica likes a hard scratch within the scruff of her neck to have her liking her friend even more, before Erica begins to speak again. Cora takes in none of it, eyebrow arching as Erica announces she's been touched by an angel — literally.

She looks at her, cocking her head slightly, brows pinched, before her expression smooths out. Then, Cora laughs.

The laughter distracts her from letting Boudica guide her hand. It's definitely not a reaction she'd been expecting, her other hand moving to another drooping rose and bringing it back to life. She moves down the rose bush continuing to do this, eyes drifting back to Cora.

She stops, turning and running a hand through her hair.

"If you still don't believe me, I can show you my wings."

It's really not something she likes to do, but it's sometimes necessary. She slips off her leather jacket, gently depositing it on a nearby bench just in case Cora says yes.

Cora's about to reject her offer, despite her own curiosity. She's always been the type to touch the flame despite knowing it'll burn her, but it's always been out of some morbid curiosity to feel how it will. The supernatural are almost normal to her, but to have someone she knows claim to be a religious species — one that belongs in the story books and faith itself — is a little too much to swallow.

Her laughter dies down the moment Erica slips her jacket off, encouraging, rather than protesting, anything that Cora may say to push her into embarrassment. There's really no fun to be had if she's willing to place herself in an uncomfortable position.

With her expression sobering, she's no longer laughing. Her tone is earnest, "Show me."

She nods, letting her eyes close for a moment as she calls forth her wings - beautiful, pale blue wings that catches the light. She doesn't do this often and doesn't want to keep them on this plane of existence for long, but she also needs Cora to understand she's not kidding around.

"There are also demons - they will try to lead you astray."

Moving a little closer, she gives her a soft smile.

"Do you want to touch them?"

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