Video || Day 77

[undomesticated]

[Welcome to the semi-smiling visage of Riley, Kore.]

Hey. It's me, obviously. Um, I was just thinking since there's new people arriving here and I know I haven't actually gotten to meet about half of the people currently here, maybe we could have a sort of... bake out?

I'm planning on going fishing today, so I could plan to grab enough for anyone wanting to come. I'd really like to see who's here that's willing to try to get together to figure out what exactly is going on and what we intend to do about it. We might be stuck here, but there's no reason we have to be secluded while we are.

[Except for hunters. Dean, this means you.]

I just think we might want to start acting a little more like we're all stuck here together instead of having ulterior motives or ones that, you know, completely screw with people when they go and do things by themselves.

[This might be directed at the Doctor and anyone involved with the event that had her freaking out like any animal during an earthquake/natural disaster. She was very not happy with you.]

It may be ridiculous to ask, but, hey, why not, right? If anyone wants to come, please do. If not, that's just more fish for me.

Comments

[tryingitall]

Haven't I mentioned how not-human-looking my own trueform is? I doubt any shape you take will surprise me or make me uncomfortable. [Leaning in, he gives her a chaste kiss on the top of the head.]

I'm flattered you trust me enough to suggest it, in fact. Whatever makes you most comfortable suits me fine.

[undomesticated]

How can I not trust an angel, right?

[She smiles up at him, glad he's not only taking it well, but that it actually seems okay to him. It's nice to have someone here that knows and doesn't care. At least, not in the 'oh my god, kill it with fire' kind of way, which would be hilarious considering the whole double burning wheel with googly eyes thing.]

If it wouldn't probably kill me, I'd want to see what you look like.

[tryingitall]

You can trust me. Don't trust all angels. [His smile turns slightly grim.]

Truly. Don't.

[A moment later he's softened again, though, and chuckles.] I wish you could. Maybe when I come visit your lagoon in Heaven, hm?

[undomesticated]

So, basically treat angels like shifters? Some are good, some are bad? Some like to pull their pants down and waggle their butts at their evil overlord captors?

[She grinned, hand resting lightly on his arm.] If I wind up in heaven, and that's a big if, and you can come visit me? I'd like that. Then maybe you can see my family. I think you'd like them. I know my dad would find you utterly fascinating and pester you with questions forever.

[tryingitall]

[He opens his mouth for a serious reply, but after brief reflection decides to hell with that, and laughs instead, shaking his head.]

Angels are very powerful. Even the ones that moon evil overlords. Just don't forget that.

I'd like to meet your family, though. I'd even answer questions, if I'm allowed to have a drink during the interrogation.

[undomesticated]

So I can come to you if someone's picking on me, huh? Hide under your skirt? Or would that be wings?

[She's more than amused with where their conversation is going, happy to be tucked in against him as she tries to both make him feel better and take her own bit of comfort from his company.]

My mom's the lawmaker. I'd like to see what she thinks of you. I'm almost afraid to introduce you to my brothers...

[tryingitall]

Yes, you can come to me and I'll tell them Whiskers is no one to be trifled with. [Have another gentle hair-mussing. He'll follow through on the promise, too.]

Why? I won't bite your family, promise.

[undomesticated]

[She snorts at the name, wondering if she shouldn't pick something more suitable for him than 'Snowball'.]

Oh, it's not them I'm worried about. It's you. Finn might just pull your shirt up and demand to see wings. [She wouldn't put it past him.]

[tryingitall]

I have yet to object to anyone pulling up my shirt, to be perfectly honest, but he'll be disappointed on the wing front. Don't worry; I have brothers. I understand completely.

[undomesticated]

Balthazar! You cheeky thing. [She laughed as she gave his leg a light slap, giggling at the thought of him just running around lifting up his shirt.]

Do you have wings, though? I mean, real ones?

[tryingitall]

[He laughs and pretends to flinch.] What? You knew this about me already.

Yes, I do have wings. Do you want to see the shadows?

[undomesticated]

So I did.

[She sits up, looking at his back.] Can I do that? I mean, am I allowed? Is that all I can see? Can I touch them?

[Seems her dad wouldn't be the only one barraging him with questions.]

[tryingitall]

I don't think you'll be able to touch them. I mean, you can try, if you like, but I've never actually seen that succeed. [He gets up and stretches, moving toward the wall of the house and beckoning her with him.

Once he feels he's close enough, there's a soft, heavy rustle, and shadows spread behind him, indicating a pair of wings somewhere between twelve and eighteen feet in span. The shadows are pale in the bright sunlight, but the shapes of the primaries are distinct, and when a breeze whistles past, some of the tips seem to ruffle in silhouette.]

[undomesticated]

[She follows him over, both out of curiosity and because hey, he still wasn't tip top. But the shadows of the wings had her full attention. She reached out to touch them, then tried to find the source of them.

She couldn't, of course, but she moved to run her hands over his back nonetheless.]

Wow. Is this where I say something about how impressive your wingspan is?

[tryingitall]

Oh, you do know how to make a fellow feel good. [He winks at her, remaining still while she tries to touch the shadows, then seeks the source.]

It's a quantum-mechanical trick. Schroedinger's wings. [He explains mildly, trailing off at the touch along his back. That feels nice, and he gives a soft hum of appreciation.]

[undomesticated]

[She notices when he trails off, hears the hum of approval and takes it as permission to keep running her hands over his back, giving him something of a backrub/massage as he stood there.]

Schrodinger's wings? I guess that's a somewhat apt analogy. They're there, but they're not there, but they're both until one or the other is proven, but that can't be done without opening the angel from the box, right?

[tryingitall]

Something like that. Hard to explain without all the equations. [He rolls his shoulders under the touch, then stills again to let her work.]

You're spoiling me, you know.

[undomesticated]

Maybe you're spoiling me.

[She smiled and kept rubbing over his back, not too hard, but hard enough that it should help ease any tension it carried.]

Not like I get to just curl up with everyone here, you know. I'm not used to being alone.

[tryingitall]

I'm sure there are other people who'd cuddle with you, darling. [His voice is gentle now. He can relate to a need for company.]

But I'm happy to oblige, any time. You know, if you call my name, I can hear you. If you're ever in a jam or looking for a friend.

[undomesticated]

There might be, but I don't really know anyone here well enough to cuddle.

[She hadn't known about that, but it was a nifty little thing to have as a notation.] I didn't know that, but I'll keep it in mind if I'm ever feeling tragically alone.

[tryingitall]

Oh, more cuddles for me, then. [He chuckles softly again, and sighs, turning and taking both her hands. He'd happily stand around and get backrubs all day, but that doesn't seem fair to her.]

Let's sit again. And, yes. Keep me in mind if you ever feel tragic.

[undomesticated]

[She nods, then moves to head back over to where they'd been sitting, moving slowly in case his eyes still weren't up to speed.]

How long do you think it will take until you're better?

[tryingitall]

[He matches her pace comfortably as he follows, steady enough, just slightly less certain.]

Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't think any longer than another day or two. Don't worry about me, love. I'll be fine.

[undomesticated]

[She guides him to the bench, waiting for him to sit before she took her place up next to him again.]

Yes, sure. Okay. Fine. I'll just not worry because you told me to.

[Hear that? That's sarcasm, Balthazar.]

[tryingitall]

[Sarcasm is his native tongue. He blinks up at her, then chuckles, shaking his head.] Or you can visit frequently and mother-hen at me as much as you like. Who am I to argue?