MaraTwasHere
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“Uh…Yes m’am! Be right back.” She jumped up to the oak tree and Hugo changed into a red-panda, getting ahead of her and leaping into the college window.
They returned sometime later, Hugo holding the make up kit in one of his clawed talons of an eagle, dropping it down before the older Daemon. Aradia was sliding down the tree trying hard not to spill the pal of water or drop the jar of facial cream.
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Hugo and Aradia got a sweat drop. “…Prank…?”
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Aradia, knowing she cannot touch another’s Daemon, leans her shoulder forward with Hugo on it and he shifts into a small indian monkey and holds out a hand. “Deal.” He muttered, taking the other Daemon’s wing and giving it a firm shake. “Spectacular. Now should we get some water to wake ‘im up?” The redhead asked, looking at the older boy sprawled across the ground.
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Hugo jumped back, his form changing to a cat with flattened ears and a low tail. “Aw come on, we was just havin’ a bit of fun. I ain’t know he was gonna pass out like that.” Hugo jumped back to his human’s arms which were outstretched for him before changing to a mouse to scamper onto Aradia’s shoulder. “Sorry, Vi. We had not realized he’d be so severe about it. It won’t happen again, a’right?” She said, squatting down next to the falcon Daemon.
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“Another woman…?” She asked, tapping her chin with a red polished nail. “About ye high with long hair and a dull face? Yes? That would be my daughter.” She sighed, shoving the door open with an elbow. “So many visitors in one night…My daughter is somewhere about. Excuse her rudeness, I tell her she should lead the guests to me so they will not be confused.” She smiled a bit like a viper. “Come along, are you afraid I may bite?” She gestured into the windowless small room.
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She watched him leave before going out herself, looking up and down the watery streets before ducking into an alley whistling a bit quietly. Not far off Dwyer watched the two separate with a hoot.
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She caught the clip in a hand, smiling a bit that reached her eyes as she loaded it into the gun. “I noticed, but..” She tapped the tip of the now loaded gun to her boot that proven to have something hard there. “I wasn’t concerned.” She re-tucked the gun into her waist band, the smile falling off.
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“Hm? Oh.” She remembered what she said. “Nothing you need to be concerned of.” She promised, tucking the gun back into her waist band. “So long as you stay far from the Zimbalti’s and my mother you should be fine.” She stepped away from their table raising a hand in farewell. “I can only give you that advice. I’ve tried as much as I could with you, but frankly, this is not my job. Someone else may seek you about what happened tonight, so you’ve been warned.” She moved to leave the coffee shop into the rainy night.
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“Haha! Come on, Hugh, you can do this!” She jumped back and Hugo leaped forward, spraying spider-webs on the falcon daemon, laughing. “Vi! Calm down, calm down!”
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Hugo laughed, jumping from her shoulder from his sparrow form and landing on the ground as a large spider the size of the dog. He raised his front legs up, making a ‘squeer’ sound at Val. Aradia giggled a bit, waiting for the older boy’s reaction,
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“Spiders…? I don’t think they’ve got any spiders in the North, so you’re safe.” She grinned at him. “Spiders.” Her and Hugo chuckled a bit. “Ent that funny, Hugh? Spiders. There were spiders in that attic, ya know.”
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She puffed a sigh, blowing her bangs aside. “He’s a thick-headed idiot.” Hugo nodded in agreement. “Cordeila is just about the same, doing nothing to restrain him.” She shrugged looking over to Alter and Verona. “Well, there’s all the juice I can squeeze out of that lemon, but I think its all we need to know, mm?” She set her unwavering gaze on them. “If ya’re coming with me you can’t chicken out over anythin–Not no Gobblers, not no Ice bears or ’em witches. You cant get scared of the Gyptians even if they are a rough folk. Ya need to be ready for the below zero tempatures of the North.” She prepped them, her hands on her hips. “Are you ready for that? Sure you still wanna come with me?”
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She takes her gun from the table flipping it around her finger continuously like it is a toy, facing herself and then him like a game of Russian roulette.
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“That is my mother you mistake me of.” She murmured quietly before sinking back to her seat. She looked out the window with a sigh. “It seems I will be unable to coax you into coming out of your shell. How unfortunate.” She held her hand out. “My gun, please.”
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“I insist. What if you are to catch a heat stroke? I’d care not to be responsible for your illness.” She smiled, “Another coffee?” She stood.