Charlie Weasley has no clue what you're on about (dragoncatcher) wrote in brightstar, @ 2019-06-11 16:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: nora adler, x-character: charlie weasley |
For the last two hours, Nora had been going toe to toe with these fucking brambles and losing. How she was losing to a bunch of prickly little stupid thorns was beyond her, but it was only serving to piss her off every time she was bested by the damned plants. She was very near going and just physically kicking at the stupid flora. She'd already screamed in frustration and was pretty sure she looked like a mad woman by this point as she shot another spell at the brambles and only barely missed having it shot back at her. "Son of a bitch!" Yeah, she was definitely close to just going to put her hands on it, which probably wasn't a great idea. She'd already seen someone get their ass actually kicked physically by the plants in question and it looked nasty. Still, her already tenuous temper had been being stoked for quite some time now and her idea of a good defense was not exactly similar to what it actually would be at the moment. "You stupid pieces of kindling. I'm going to light my fucking fireplace with you!" Charlie had come down from the reserve early to get some things from the shop before heading in for a long shift. Mircea was at his heel, as usual, but they were slowing as they took a look at the thicket of brambles blocking their way into town. "What's all this, then?" he asked, more rhetorically than in the manner of a man actually expecting an answer beyond a dog bark, which he indeed received. Though from the sound of it, Mircea was unhappy and confused too. But there was also a woman trying to get in, so Charlie called out, because there was no point in being rude, "Wotcher. Looks like the way is blocked--do you know who put this up or how we can get it down?" Before Nora could actually make the mistake of physically going at it, a voice caught her attention and had her spinning around to find a redhead and a dog. Normally, the sight of a dog would have Nora stopping and focusing on the animal. This time, she was far too angry. "Trust me, Weasley," she started, finally recalling who the man was, "if I knew who was responsible for this, I'd be hexing their dumbasses all the way back to where ever they came from. And I'd make sure they followed them." Her little sister was on the other side of these things. And one of her friends. It was 3am and she hadn't slept well enough to deal with this like, well, an adult. At the moment, the redhead was throwing quite a tantrum at the plants in question. Charlie was pretty sure she was one of the Adler sisters but he wasn't done putting names to faces and he was also fairly certain that a cockup with her name was going to turn her on him as a convenient target, so he avoided that mode of failure. Handling her like an angry dragon seemed like an overall good idea, for that matter. "I haven't seen things like this very often but usually it takes someone relatively powerful to do it. Or something. Might want to be careful about it because while I know there are druids out there who can do that kind of thing, brambles are sometimes Dark and I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt. Have you got someone in there? We'll see what we can do to try to get through, or over if we need to." "I've got four someones at the very least on the other side of this shit," she growled. Stevie, Cate, Ben, Cao... they were all there on the other side. She wasn't sure where Freddy and Iris were, but if she was the only Adler on this side of the brambles of hell, she was going to be even angrier... Scratch that, she didn't know if she could get any angrier. When another spell went awry, she growled softly. Her feet were carrying her towards the plants before she even knew what she was doing. Her hands were curling into fists. She was damn certain that she was about to get her ass kicked again, but she wasn't exactly rational at the moment. Charlie caught up with Nora and grabbed her by one arm to keep her from doing the exactly stupid thing he'd feared she was about to do. "Oi! Those things could have some sort of bleeding curse on them and then who knows what'll happen to you. You won't be any help to anyone if you get yourself all buggered up on the thorns. Let's try something else before we resort to hacking them down bodily." The feel of someone actually having grabbed her had Nora reacting quickly. The fact that she actually knew this man and he was only trying to help kept her from actually connecting. She was still angry, still frustrated, but he had a point. A very valid point. "I've tried everything I can think of. If you've got something new, hit me with it, Brit Boy," she stated, running a hand through her hair. "You've already tried apparating in there?" Charlie asked, mostly rhetorically. He'd've tried it if he were local enough to know the place inside out. "Let's burn the thing down then." Well, there was a reason they had nicknamed him Pyro in Romania. "Of course I've already tried apparating. I wouldn't advise it." She figured he was musing more than anything, but still. She was snappish. But when he mentioned something about burning, a slow, scary grin formed on her face. "I am so down with that idea." "Let's do it, then. Be ready in case something goes awry with this bloody hedge, because if it's blocking apparation, it's likely to be protected against all sorts of things." Charlie was wearing his dragonhide jackets and boots, so he made sure to stand in front of Nora because, well, he was less likely to get toasted or catch on fire. Then he unleashed a very satisfying hose of flame all over the wretched hedge. Which seemed to do the trick, at least initially, as the flames consumed a part of the hedge and roasted it to ash ... followed by a sudden regrowth that extended the edge of the thicket several feet in their direction. "Well, fuck," Charlie said as the flames sizzled out and the new thorns and briars curled into what looked like an even nastier thicket. With Charlie standing in front of her, Nora held her wand out to the side, ready to burn these brambles to ash and then stomp on what was left. They'd been pissing her off for at least an hour now. So for Nora, that was an appropriate response. She watched with glee as fire spewed forth from her wand and rolled over the brambles, charring and burning them to ash. But just as soon as that glee and evil grin sprouted, it was doused as if ice had been thrown over it when she saw the brambles grow back even thicker and almost angry looking. "I'm going to save a piece of this fuckery and torture it every fucking day," she growled, eyes burning with rage. Charlie trailed off a string of what were obviously swear words in Romanian, clutching Mircea's fur as if that were going to do some good. The dog hadn't missed the effect of the thorns regrowing, nor how the humans had felt about it. He was growling at the hedge. "Don't do that," he told Nora, "You'll get a house full of the stuff." He thought about this: what would Fred and George do to get rid of the thicket in the absence of fire. Ice, maybe? Freeze the stuff? Burn it with some kind of acid to keep the ends from growing back? The other man had a point. Seemed it was a good idea he was here. If she couldn't think logically, at least he could do it for her. Maybe she should partner up with this guy more often. "So what do we do now, Brit? How do we ice this puppy?" She was running out of plausible ideas. There still may have been a couple, but if he had better ones, she was all for it. "I think some planning might be in order. But first--" he looked at his phone, considered the time differences between Brightstar and England, and realised Wheezes would be opening soon "--I think we might make a phone call." |