Coffee Date [Open]

[Cat]

"Never tell them how much you really know." Open! APP & PLOT words: 409 ♥

the taste of tears ♥ the sting of pain ♥ the smell of fear ♥ and the sounds of crying ♥ It had been almost a century since she had dared to step foot in England. She had only visited once before her changing, and had only lived here for a few years at most before she had finally gotten a ship out to America. That was back before airplanes had been invented, and the trip to America had taken... months, she recalled, though will a bit of difficulty. She had been stuck on a boat with humans for months; humans that had no idea about the knowledge she held in her head, or in the books in her arms. Humans who could not converse with her without proving her distaste in idiots was true. The trip had taken months, but for her it had seemed far longer than that. It had taken an eternity, from the moment she had stepped off dry land back onto it. But she had eventually arrived in America, books in hand, and had spent the last three centuries amongst America's peoples. She had been hanged as a witch twice, attacked by angry men, but that had never deterred her. After all, she had but to whisper the word, and the men who had harmed her were in pain for the rest of their days. But now she was back, away from the land that had gotten too... Christian for her taste. The world as a whole used to be religious and angry, but certain areas had since relaxed its religious grip. Perhaps that was why she had decided to come back to England. It wasn't because any of it reminded her of home; no, the people who had been considered her family and her kind were long since gone. It had to be because she felt far more comfortable here, away from a world where those who held a certain view were people, while all others were just... there. She set up her laptop in a local coffee house, determined to type out a blog post or two. The Voice was back now, which meant she had to keep her own blog constantly up to date. Which meant she was going to need a lot more coffee and a lot more cat photos. Especially kitten gifs, she thought as she opened up Tumblr to download a few more. Lifting the drink from beside her laptop, Cat brought the drink to her lips -- only to nearly drop it when someone slammed into her back. "Excuse!" ooc ♥ notes here.

Made by Sifr of GS and Adoxography.

[Cicirene]

As was standard for the pixie these days, Cici had gotten herself into far more trouble than she'd originally anticipated.

Sure, this city belonged to the Shifters and the Weres, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to stop doing what she did best. Scotland wasn't as much fun with Oberon being too busy to hang out, so she had migrated south for the time being and had started riling people up. That had gone over about as well as anyone else might've expected.

Cicirene, of course, hadn't seen it coming, so when she ended up cornered in an alleyway next to a coffee house, no one was surprised but her. She might've even made it out unscathed if she hadn't been up against a Shifter that knew how to turn into birds that flew faster than her. When they'd finished beating the tar out of her, they'd thrown her into the fine java establishment and had run for it, letting her and her bloody nose slam into some poor customer's back.

"Excuse!"

The pixie had landed on her ass in front of everyone in the shop, so she made a quick glamour over her black eye and stood indignantly as she wiped the back of her hand against her nose. Yes. It was still bleeding. She took a few napkins from the dispenser at the table of the woman she'd bumped into, then held them up to her nose and pinched. The bleeding would stop soon enough, it was only a short matter of time. "Sorry if I got blood on your clothes," she said, her voice nasal. "I'm pretty sure I didn't. I didn't make you spill, did I?" She was all for destruction in constructive environments, but coffee spilled on a laptop because of an accident she'd caused was unexcusable.

She'd have to do better next time with the Shifters, she told herself.

words << 316 >>
notes << cici don't make this a habit >>
outfit << here >>
tagged << Cat >>
mood << could be better >>
credits << dark horse by katy perry >>

[Cat]

"Never tell them how much you really know." Cicirene APP & PLOT words: 374 ♥

the taste of tears ♥ the sting of pain ♥ the smell of fear ♥ and the sounds of crying ♥ To her surprise, the person who slammed into her was not some careless human, or a man trying to find a way to get her number. No, instead of being what Cat had expected to see when she turned around, there was a cotton candy haired young woman sitting on her ass in the middle of the coffee shop. And as if that wasn't enough to surprise her -- and believe me, it was -- the poor woman seemed to have blood all over her clothes. The sight of the blood made her lips press together, her brows furrow. This was far more disturbing than just some white boy trying to get her clothes off. Blood meant someone had been hurt, and for someone -- who was obviously not human -- to be hurt, meant that they clearly couldn't have been a shifter or a werewolf, given the nature of this territory. That was a dangerous thing, to have such violence in an area that, while belonging to Shifters, was supposed to be relatively open. She would have to investigate deeper into this. But that could wait until later. For now, Cat had to ensure her new found friend was all right. After all, one could not get information from an unconscious or dead source. Without a word, the Demon stood, pushing her coffee away from her laptop. She closed her laptop and began to pack it up. It was then she realized that she had neglected to introduce herself, or even answer the other woman's questions. And so, with a small smile on her face, Cat said, "No. No, there's not a drop on my laptop. And clothes can always be washed. But it looks like you're bleeding now. So how about we go ahead and take care of that?" Lifting her laptop, she tucked both it and the cords into her bag. With her coffee in hand, she nodded towards the bathroom of the coffee shop. They could get cleaned up there. Cat could even ask a question or two in private, especially if she was able to cast a little magic and sound-proof the room. "My name's Cat, by the way," she said, placing a hand behind Cici's back, leading her towards the bathroom. "Yours?" ooc ♥ this is awful, and i am sorry.

Made by Sifr of GS and Adoxography.

[Cicirene]

Cici was a little baffled, to be honest. She'd expected maybe a grunt to acknowledge that things were okay, and then she'd be on her way after grabbing a few more napkins. But this woman was clearly concerned about her health, and seemed to be leading her toward the bathroom of the establishment. At least there hadn't been coffee or blood on anything, at least none that the other woman was concerned with.

"It'll be fine in a little bit," Cici started, then thought it over. "Could probably use some help anyway, though." The hand on her back was sort of comforting, in a weird way. Maybe only because it let her know she wasn't all alone in the world without anyone to help her if she got in over her head, even if the people that would help her were random strangers she fell into.

Her name. Her name. That was easy. "Um. Cici. I'm Cici." She nodded to herself. Yes. That was the right answer. Okay. Play it cool, Cici, she thought. Be cool. Don't get weird.

"So, uh, do you come here often?" Damn it. "I mean, like, do you live here. In this area." That's worse. "England. Do you live in England? Or are you just visiting?" Better. "I'm just not used to people helping me out when I get into a bad situation." Too much. Pleasant conversation, Cici.

"I, uh, appreciate... the effort." Good. That's good. Stop talking.

"I don't know if anyone's told you this recently but you are really cute. Like, also really super nice, but this is another thing I just noticed right now and I'm not trying to be creepy or anything but I want to compliment you on your appearance because it's pretty great. I'm usually a little more articulate than this."

Damn.

words << 303 >>
notes << oh, cici... >>
outfit << here >>
tagged << Cat >>
mood << head's still spinning a little >>
credits << dark horse by katy perry >>

[Cat]

"Never tell them how much you really know." Cicirene APP & PLOT words: 297 ♥

the taste of tears ♥ the sting of pain ♥ the smell of fear ♥ and the sounds of crying ♥ Truth be told, Cat wasn't trying to help this stranger out of the goodness of her heart. After all, it was very debatable that there was any goodness left in her. For centuries, the only thing Cat craved was knowledge and wisdom and the ability to use both. Even now, as she led the bleeding woman to the bathroom, all she wanted was to know why. What was this woman? Why was she attacked? Sure, London was a place of werewolves and shifters, but even then, other races could be tolerated. What was she, then, to have been attacked? Was this the gossip of the day? She had only just arrived in this country, barely twelve hours off the plane, and already the demon had her very first piece of gossip. She could already feel her fingers twitching with the desire to type everything down, to tell her dear readers exactly what was going on in other parts of the world. That was why she did this, after all; that was why she traveled.  Unlike her competition, Cat didn't have the ability to see everything at once. She had to actually get up and investigate. She had to meet people. And that was something she hated about the abomination that was leeching into her territory. But she was just going to have to deal with it. "A pleasure to meet you, Cicirene," she said, a hint of a smile on her face. The other's compliment did not go unnoticed, and so she lowered her head and gently butt her head against the other's. "I live here now, if that's what you're asking. Just moved into the old country today." She opened the door to the bathroom, nudged her inside. "C'mon. Let's get that nose tended to, yeah?" ooc ♥ this is awful, and i am sorry.

Made by Sifr of GS and Adoxography.

[Cicirene]

"Huh." Cici nodded, taking in the information. "Well, uh, I don't actually live here, so I'd welcome you, but, well, I'm not the best ambassador. I usually live up in Scotland, because that's where my best friend lives and we like to hang out, but he's been gone for a while so I figured I'd move down south and figure out what's what." Rubbing at her nose slightly, she giggled and added, "You can see about how well that worked out."

Cici stopped to think for a minute, not physically stopping but mentally pausing her otherwise racing mind to focus on one topic as she stepped into the bathroom with Cat. "So you're originally not from here. Um. Did you happen to come over from the United States, by any chance? I don't suppose you just so conveniently happen to have a complete box set of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends that you're willing to part with." She paused, still thinking, then added, "I can pay you in favors. I've been told I'm pretty good at cleaning house and fucking people up. Personally tend to prefer the latter, but on a few occasions it hasn't gone my way."

The pixie laughed, wiping at her nose again. "You caught me on an off day. I'm usually the winner of fights like these. I mean, it's hard to lose with what I've got up my sleeves, but--" She shook her sleeves for emphasis, dislodging several stones and loose pieces of gravel. "I promise my greatest trick is not dirty rocks," she said, running her hands under the faucet just as quickly as she'd started speaking. "I'm, uh, I'm glad you're concerned about me, but I don't quite follow... why. I almost ruined your laptop, so I... I sort of expected more hostility, I guess. Not offering to escort me to the bathroom and help clean me up. I'm not... not grateful or anything. I'm just confused."

words << 324 >>
notes << now back to your regularly scheduled cicirene >>
outfit << link >>
tagged << Cat >>
mood << cocky but confused >>
credits << dark horse by katy perry >>

[Cat]

"Never tell them how much you really know." Cicirene APP & PLOT words: 364 ♥

the taste of tears ♥ the sting of pain ♥ the smell of fear ♥ and the sounds of crying ♥ Cat wasn't going to lie; the woman seemed to have a great sense of humor. It was enough to bring a smile to the demon's face, even as she wet a paper towel and brought it to dab at the blood beneath Cici's nose. She could never understand why it was people tried to be so brave and fearless after they had lost. People knew you were the weakest, so why bother trying to soften the blow? What good did it do you?  Perhaps this wasn't the time or place, the demon noted, and tossed the paper towel away. After all, she had barely gotten a word or two in edgewise, while her companion seemed to be jabbering away. It was refreshing, really, to see someone else so enthusiastic with the state of life. But at the same time, it was quite annoying, especially considering how much she wanted to know what had happened, what had happened, how it had happened... She wanted to learn, dammit; learn and report on what exactly was going on in the land she had once and very shortly called home. "I'm from Denmark, actually," the demon said,  giving a small shrug. Cat reached up, to brush her hair behind her ears. "Came here for a bit, moved to America, then came back here less than twelve hours ago. I move around a lot." And that wasn't a lie, no matter what anyone tried to tell her. Not that anyone would, really, but she was still hesitant about telling anyone about herself. She was a demon who lived for gossip and blogging, not for telling other people about herself and chittering like a teenager. That was for those who were still alive and had something to lose. Finally, Cat said, "I'm a gossip blogger. I like to know what's going on. Not that I'm not concerned you got yourself beat up and nearly killed my computer, you see. But I'm more confused about what's going on here. In London. With the weres and shifters." ooc ♥ this is slightly better.

Made by Sifr of GS and Adoxography.

[Cicirene]

Cici paused her chatter for a while, allowing Cat to speak. After all, now that her head was clearing she'd come to realize she had been talking far more than she'd intended to. Of course, this was pretty normal for the pixie, whether that talking be in excitement or rage or another severe emotion. Still, she knew when it was better to keep quiet, and Cat had just helped clean her up a bit. She crossed her arms, nodding with interest at Cat's brief history of moving.

"I've never been to Denmark," she started, "but I've always wanted to go. I was in the States for a little bit, sometimes I go back to watch Foster's reruns. Depends on how I'm feeling."

The pixie managed to shut up again when Cat started talking about how she was a gossip blogger, but not for long after. "Oh. Well, uh, they sort of run the city. It's not that other people aren't allowed in here, but I wanted to practice my stuff, so I... I went out and picked a fight. I like playing tricks on people and riling them up, and, uh, they didn't like that. There were a lot more of them than I thought there would be." Cici wiped at her nose again, then rolled her shoulders back. "So it looks like I need some more practice. I appreciate the help, though. I, um. I don't know as I'm the absolute best resource on the area, but I can definitely tell you some stuff that I know."

Grinning, Cici perked up more than she'd been only seconds prior, which seemed a feat in and of itself. "I like reading gossip blogs, even though I don't like being in the dramatic situations myself, so I'd be happy to contribute. I mean, if you're looking for someone to contribute. If you're not, I can be on my merry way, and thank you for the help, and all that jazz."

The pixie was a bit more energetic than usual, but that was fine. She liked talking, especially when she knew someone was listening. "And I might be a more reliable source if only because I can't lie. So there is that."

words << 369 >>
notes << cici could either be a treasure trove or completely useless >>
outfit << here >>
tagged << Cat >>
mood << a bit spunky >>
credits << dark horse by katy perry >>