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"I--" Finn nearly responded but his attention was drawn by Lily catching his attention. His eyes softened, giving her a weary smile in return. It wasn't. It grated on his senses and Finn wanted nothing more than to just shake some manners into the demigod. But he'd hold back. For now. Alma let out a loose and fond chuckle. "Yes. Yes he does. It helps him think," she said, lowering her voice, "and I don't mind it most of the time. Sometimes, there are good points that are nestled in the words that he says." She glanced back at the winged young man. "If you want to see him talk more, just ask about a car. You're going to be listening for the next two hours." Finn sighed softly, giving the young woman a small smile. "I just need... her to stop giving you that look. It ... annoys me." -- Xevon shook his head lightly, watching Callisto's pale gaze meet his own. He couldn't understand how Florence had thought he was creepy. Slightly offsetting sure. But Callisto... wasn't threatening. Xevon? Xevon knew full well how he looked. A sturdy, thick build, dark feathered wings, a scowl, and those blood red eyes. "Not yet," he admitted quietly. "Why don't we try and find this Renissa?" |
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Florence let out a short snort that sounded almost like laughter at Alma’s reply. In the distance, she could see a small collection of rocks, not quite big enough to call them boulders but near enough. “What is it with men and cars? They’re not that interesting.” One hand lifted to wave off the topic, sure they were fast but all that chatter about parts and pisces. Good lords, it was draining. She’d much rather talk about…literally anything else. Lily creased her expression, it was kind that someone was willing to be so worked up over something she thought so little of. Maybe she should take more offence towards it, it was a little rude of Florence. “A lot of people are going to give me that look, Finn. You can’t give all of them the stink eye.” She let out a small laugh, leaning her shoulder into his arm briefly before pulling back so they wouldn’t stumble over each other’s feet. – Callisto tipped his head back, his lips pulled into a small closed smile. He had a feeling it would take a lot more time for this to be spoken of, let alone processed in any way. Even if Xevon wanted to move on in the conversion, he didn’t want to go romping around the grounds. He wanted to stay bundled up in this cottage with him, even if they didn’t say a word to each other. But that was a silly fantasy. “Shall we…patrol? To find her? I am not sure how we find her otherwise, that and neither Florence or Alma said what she looks like.” He realised that fact as he was saying it, not only that he felt a little daft being so close to him now the conversation had pivoted. Clearing his throat, Callisto looked away and scanned the front door, quickly looking back up at Xevon with more nerves in his tensed muscles. |
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Alma tipped her head with an amused snort. "Don't tell him that... then you will get an earful," she said, lifting her chin to look toward the distant pile of rocks. That looked promising... and for whatever reason, she felt drawn towards them. The woman turned, making her way toward the collection of large rocks. Finn gave Lily a smaller look. "I will give them all the stink eye," he replied with a huff to his voice. "But especially her. She's been around long enough to knock it off. And she'd better or I will knock it off of her face--I'm not above throwing hands," he scowled sharply, following Florence with his eyes. "Especially when it's taken this long to wipe that stupid look off of her face." ---- Xevon stood up from the couch, rising to his full height to look across the cottage and toward the door. "I think we should. My guess is that she won't be in the cottage but somewhere on the grounds. It'll be hard but we can find her," he determined. They would. They'd have to. He wasn't going to let this be another failed mission. The man took a step toward the door, his shoulders squared. He had the same stance that he usually wore, it felt safe and sturdy. Something habitual. Like... with it, he could take on anything at all. He had both arms now and that meant he could throw hands far easier. With Veles... he had still been injured. But now? There were only scars as reminders. Xevon knew he was a monster if he really put his mind to it. "Calling her name will be useless, we'll have to keep an eye out for her." |
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Her eyes squinted as her smile took up more real estate, still peering up at Finn as he turned his attention to glaring at Florence’s back. “You can throw hands with bad people, not just because they looked at me funny.” Her eyes flicked to the side as she heard Alma’s foot twist and turn in the grass. Turning her head, Lily narrowed her eyes as Alma redirected the group towards what looked like rocks. Interesting choice, not that she was going to argue with a goddess and demigod, that seemed a touch futile. Florence cringed. “I’ll make note of that.” Her head barely moved as Alma focused on the rocks, she hadn’t really paid much mind to them in the past, so why was the other woman diverting them With a short huff, Florence joined her. She could feel Finn’s gaze on her back, eventually she couldn’t help herself and Florence quickly turned her head to look at him. Matching his scowling expression before returning to following Alma, maybe a tad heavier in her steps. – Callisto stepped backwards to give Xevon some more room to stand up, pulling his hands back close to his chest. Rather sad to be leaving the comfort of the cottage, but he kept his useless yearning to himself and made for the front door. His clothes were still dishevelled from their night spent on the dirty floor in the ruins, he had made no effort to fix them. He hadn’t expected to sleep anywhere better, so why fix it. Now there was the cottage, maybe he should’ve sorted himself out. “I will follow your lead, you know more than me.” He offered, he didn’t need to explain why Xevon was more suited to finding this goddess. Callisto knew he had been useless when he had first found Xevon, nothing seemed to have helped him until Alma had shown up. |
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"I'll throw hands with who I want," Finn grumbled, his voice more light and loose. Well, it started out that way. At the sharp look from Florence, his feathers rattled. "Oh she did not just do that--" His hand tightened on Lily's keeping himself back with her... rather than starting a fight. But ohhh he could feel that bubbling flash of anger catch fire in his chest. If Alma wasn't there... he would absolutely be throwing hands and wrestling. Finn knew his strength... and he knew how much more he had. Alma's eyes narrowed slightly, drawn toward the rocks. She couldn't quite explain it... but it felt important. --- Xevon tipped his head, stepping toward the doorway--which he had to duck through. It was... one of these days he was going to forget that he couldn't phase through and just.. knock himself out. He knew it. But he'd do his best to make sure he was aware of his solid state as much as possible. "Experience is only part of it," Xevon responded lightly, a loose and weary chuckle escaping from his lips. He'd do his best, that was for sure. "... there's more to the gardens than just what's right here," he pointed out, glancing up finally. "She could be somewhere in there." |
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Lily almost laughed at his grumbled words, but that lightheartedness was ruined as she spotted Florence’s look and the subsequent reaction from Finntello. It made her shoulders tense up and she snapped her gaze back up at Finn, nudging him a little more aggressively than she had meant to in his side.
“Finn, don’t let her wind you up. Or I’m going to throw hands with you.” She scolded in a hushed voice. Florence had already returned to Alma, ignoring Finn’s reaction to her for now. Happily walking along beside the other woman. “Why are we walking towards a bunch of rocks?” She pushed the question out with no hesitation, letting the vague amount of snarkiness come through loud and clear. – Following Xevon back outside, Callisto peered around the immediate surroundings. He couldn’t see or hear the rest of the group now, which was a little…scary considering how accustomed he had become to having them around. As much as Finn’s mumbling was irritating, it was sort of like white noise now. “What if Florence is just playing us for fools?” He asked as casually as he could manage, stepping out from behind Xevon to look around the side of the cottage. Only wisteria and evergreens lined his vision, no mourning woman calling out for her friend. “I mean, that she can get us out of here? What if she is..more Veles-like than human, is what I mean.” He dared a glance over his shoulder at the mention of the old god’s name. |
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Finn shook his head, grumbling under his breath. His hand tightened on hers again but his feathers still rattled. That wasn't something he really had control over, they simply reacted to his emotions. Not to his control. Alma shook her head. "I don't know," the woman admitted. "I feel... drawn toward them." Her footsteps were firm and determined, a sort of march through the grass and wild flowers. The rocks... she couldn't explain it. They felt like they were reaching out, drawing her toward them. Meanwhile, Finn was still glaring daggers at Florence. --- Xevon set his hands on his hips, standing almost... almost like Superman. His arms fell again, looking back at Callisto as he asked the casual question. "If she is playing us for fools, she picked the wrong group to play with. If I don't kill her, I know Alma and Finn both will. After all, Finn was the one who actually killed the beast. If anyone can do it... it'd be him." He shook his head, stepping into the garden. "If she can't get us out of here... well, she'd better prepare a will and pick a grave site because she sure as hell isn't coming back from that," he snarled. He had... little patience for someone like that. He had dealt with plenty of them before and now he was firm, fixed on his decisions. Those types of people would not survive meeting him. |
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