shesepankh: (d ~ wonderment)
Isabella Marie Swan ([personal profile] shesepankh) wrote2014-07-10 01:59 pm


Summer vacation elapses, and sees their storefront doing one heck of a business in the Avalon with the help of their griffin employee. There is a suggestion box for new spells they should invent, some of which have to be long-term projects but others of which are converted into new product fairly promptly.

School starts up again. Darren and Bella are both skipping straight into twelfth grade. (Bella looked into just starting college early, but while she does technically have the sort of resume that can lead to that kind of thing, she can't exactly write an essay about how she saved the life of another person and this caused her to have Moral Character, let alone about how she started a small business - so skipping one grade it is.)

They apply to colleges. They both get into University of Washington and get sufficient scholarships to accommodate both going there.

Summer ensues again.

One afternoon, Bella is over at Darren's, and has fallen asleep - in purring fullform - across his lap on the couch.
castmyown: (c. Magic fairy princess)

[personal profile] castmyown 2014-07-11 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Darren's still in human form, reading a book about magic that's slightly less unhelpful than other books of its type. But only slightly. It's naming the failed attempts at doing certain things magically, and what the results were. He's trying to reconstruct what runes were used and figure out why those attempts failed. While he's really got no reason to try and do most of the spells here (why would he even want to boil someone's blood in their veins, if he were feeling murderous there are better, easier options), it's the academic exercise that's important.

He's petting Bella, gently, as he reads. He's not planning on getting up any time soon, she can sleep as long as she likes.
castmyown: (l. Quiet time)

[personal profile] castmyown 2014-07-11 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Pet, pet, pe-

-What is that?
castmyown: (k. So much to do)

[personal profile] castmyown 2014-07-11 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. Okay that is probably not friendly.

"Bella," Darren murmurs, gently shaking his girlfriend.

Meanwhile, he starts wracking his head for a spell.
castmyown: (n. Uncalled for)

[personal profile] castmyown 2014-07-11 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that's utterly terrifying.

"Bella," he says, fear tinging his voice a bit. "Bella there's a - thing. Wake up."

It's - like darkness personified. The first obvious idea Darren has is to combat it is with light - does he have a light scroll on him? He might, if not that's an easy spell and he can - draw that out pretty quickly.
castmyown: (o. Not the kind of thing I like)

[personal profile] castmyown 2014-07-11 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)


"Shift," he tells her, trying to - pull her away from the - creature but not getting very far due to the weight of a fullformed sphinx on his lap. He's piecing together half remembered pieces of a spell, searching his clothes for a light scroll or something that will do light or something.
castmyown: (m. Processing)

[personal profile] castmyown 2014-07-11 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Darren will wonder, later, exactly what went through his head when he saw his girlfriend get - eaten by an ink monster. He won't be able to recall. He'll try to describe it as 'a deadly calm' but that's not what it is at all. It's focused, it's logical, and it's - like a tidal wave of emotion, pushing him to act and to act decisively.

But he will be able to remember what he says, in perfect French, and how he managed to get the fire scroll out of his pocket before the ink - thing makes it to the door.

"Light, heat, sunlight brought to life, come forth, come forth without harm to any but darkness," he nearly whispers. "And do some fucking smiting."
Edited 2014-07-11 18:29 (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)

[personal profile] alicornucopia 2014-07-11 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The inky thing flattens when the light pours onto it - but it absorbs it all, blacker than ever, and slips out the door.
castmyown: (n. Uncalled for)

[personal profile] castmyown 2014-07-11 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck. Fuck, he miscalculated -

He is off of the couch and after the - the ink monster as fast as he can manage it, and he's already trying to figure out a new angle to kill it. Because he is going to kill it, it ate his girlfriend, it is not allowed to keep shooping along like that's perfectly fine, it gets to die. It gets to die efficiently, damn it, except he can't figure out how to kill it, not yet. He just knows that he's going to.
alicornucopia: (Default)

[personal profile] alicornucopia 2014-07-11 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Shoop shoop.

It melts into a storm drain.
castmyown: (m. Processing)

[personal profile] castmyown 2014-07-11 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Darren hisses a curse word and grasps at the storm drain, briefly trying to see if it will do what he wants it to and be ripped out of the fucking ground, but no, no it holds just fine. Damn engineers. He tries to tell what direction the ink - thing goes, see if he can follow it, but it's too dark down there, he can't tell.

He indulges himself by allowing himself a primal scream of rage and despair. Once. He makes it a good one.

And then he stands, turns on his heel, and marches back to his house to start composing a spell to find the ink monster, and then a spell to kill it, and then he's going to do both in rapid succession and maybe it will spit his girlfriend out.

Or maybe not. She could be dead. Please don't be dead.

He ignores the cold pit of fear gripping his heart. He adds another item to his list of things to do, and that item is 'find way to torture the information out of ink monster about the whereabouts of his girlfriend.' He doesn't even think about the ramifications of it, it's just a mission that he is going to accomplish. Because it ate his girlfriend, and Darren wants her back right this instant.
steppingup: (Bit off guard)

[personal profile] steppingup 2014-07-11 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Darren," says a panicked father, having heard both screams. "What -"
castmyown: (l. Quiet time)

[personal profile] castmyown 2014-07-11 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Call Savannah, I require her. Ink monster just either kidnapped or ate Bella."

And then he walks off to make spells. To find, torture, and then kill the ink monster.
steppingup: (Not again)

[personal profile] steppingup 2014-07-11 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Vernon calls Savannah. She says not to bother picking her up, she's flying home, it's important, and that she gives no fucks about subtlety. Vernon does not enforce the swear jar, just this once.

And then, wondering what on Earth he's going to say - Vernon calls Charlie.
Edited 2014-07-11 18:56 (UTC)
sundayfish: (Default)

[personal profile] sundayfish 2014-07-11 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
steppingup: (Run that by me again)

[personal profile] steppingup 2014-07-11 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hello. There's been a problem." Vernon pauses, and closes his eyes, and then says. "Another creature just attacked my house."
sundayfish: (o ~ uniform)

[personal profile] sundayfish 2014-07-11 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"You need help?"
steppingup: (Bad topic)

[personal profile] steppingup 2014-07-11 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Possibly. It - took Bella."
sundayfish: (m ~ carry a gun)

[personal profile] sundayfish 2014-07-11 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)

steppingup: (Run that by me again)

[personal profile] steppingup 2014-07-11 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"The exact terminology Darren used was 'kidnapped or ate.'"
sundayfish: (k ~ on the one hand)

[personal profile] sundayfish 2014-07-11 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"What kind of - what happened? How did it happen?"