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abraxaslogs2023-09-05 05:07 pm
carmesi) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-09-05 05:07 pm
Entry tags:
- claire fraser; the empress,
- eddie munson; the devil,
- eliot waugh; the star,
- hilda goneril; the lovers,
- himeka sui; the fool,
- linhardt von hevring; the high priestess,
- matt murdock; the tower,
- michael; the emperor,
- steve harrington; the lovers,
- wanda maximoff; the hanged man,
- yennefer of vengerberg; the chariot
β’ OPEN β’
Who: wanda maximoff + others
When: september/october
Where: solvunn, horizon, nocwich
What: catch-all for the month! including quest, and general top-levels for solvunn. horizon threads based on request! additionally, she'll be in nocwich teaching high magic basics.
Warnings: blood??
When: september/october
Where: solvunn, horizon, nocwich
What: catch-all for the month! including quest, and general top-levels for solvunn. horizon threads based on request! additionally, she'll be in nocwich teaching high magic basics.
Warnings: blood??
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[she mutters under her breath, trying to find light in the situation despite his comment of her being prone to just be an unconscious body should she try a little bit of magic.
please, michael.
but she catches sight of the movement, and it doesn't take any encouragement from michael for wanda to just β stuff her hand inside the bag, and sprinkle out the treats in an arch before them, like she's trying to feed pigeons. or, well, like she doesn't know and has never fed pigeons before.
at least the spriggan makes its way closer??]
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Only you and the old woman have the gall to call me lazy.
[But since no one else is listening in, he's putting up with her bratty behaviour. Younger siblings are incorrigible (in general, even the ones that aren't his).
He sighs a bit at her pigeon-feeding approach. It works, but they're going to run out of enticements long before they reach the abandoned settlement at this rate. The spriggan is also taking its sweet time, spoiled for choice as it picks up each treat and sniffs at it to find the best bits to eat.]
We're not at the park, Wanda. One at a time.
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[and she will be bratty, because it's michael and because no one else is here to judge her for said behavior. she pauses on the feeding, at least, and just waits for the spriggan to eat off of everything it finds on the floor that wanda threw about.
she glances over at michael.]
What's the plan? To Hansel and Gretel it with treats all the way to the abandoned settlement?
[pick it up michael...]
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[Spoken with stoicism and serenity. He can be a pain in the ass, tooβand although no one's watching them, his brothers wouldn't have to be witness to this for her to convince them of it. They already know.
All in good fun, of course.]
I was thinking of it more like training a dog. Teach it to follow in exchange for a reward.
[And maybe then, once it trusts them enough not to lose its mind like a rabbit with all four feet off the ground, they pick it up and carry it the rest of the way.]
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It takes a long time to train a dog.
[sheβs just being contrarian.
tossing another treat, the spriggan draws closer.]
I seem to remember that theyβre generally really friendly.
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It gives Wanda something to fight him on, anyway. It's good for her.]
Less time when food is involved.
[Though Wanda may have a point. She's probably had more experience with dogs than he has. And, maybe even more importantly: a spriggan is not a dog. Michael tilts his head, considers the little living jumble of rocks and moss as it approaches Wanda.]
See if it will let you touch it.
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instead, she sets the bag with the treats down (is it bigger now?), opening it up.
the spriggan perks at this and, with little preamble, rolls its little rocky body inside the bag. why see if she can touch it if it will just roll to where the food is...?
wanda turns the bag upright in her hands, keeping it by her lap, and watches in amusement as the spriggan is contently eating the treats within the bag.]
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For a moment he pauses, the goal-oriented side of his mind butting up against the one that wants things done his way. In the end, results always win.
He sighs.]
I suppose that will do.
[Michael stands and makes his way over to Wanda's corner of the garden, so he too can peer down into the bag and observe the spriggan.]
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[she says, from her crouched position, looking up at michael as he approaches her. there's a small smile on her face, one that claims some kind of mischief from her part.
because what are they if wanda isn't trying to knock over his authority in subtle, harmless ways?
and now she stands, and hands the bag over to michael.]
What next?
[sure, listening to him now.]
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Michael sighs. You win some, you lose some.
He accepts the bag and loops the drawstrings over each arm, carrying it like a front-facing backpack. The spriggan seems content nibbling away inside but if it tries to let itself out, he'll see it.]
Now we take it back to the Abandoned Settlement. If the other spriggans are particularly happy to have this one back, we may receive flowers and a dance.
[He assumes once they put it back, it's going to stay put. There are no more roaming beasts to chase it away from home.
There's chittering from inside the bag, a sound like pebbles clicking together, and a small hand emerges, a sunflower seed clutched between its fingers. Michael looks at it, hesitates, but then accepts the seed with a weary expression.]
Thank you. [He looks to Wanda.] Let's go.