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Leif Niemi (bloodcounts) wrote in light_of_may,
@ 2011-08-22 22:12:00

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2009-08-20, leif, satu

You know the games I play
Who: Leif and Satu
Where: Leif's house
When: Early afternoon
Warning!: Potentially controversial subject/arguably disturbing >>

'Your elementalism could always be improved.'

Leif glanced up sharply, eyes immediately finding the hawk perched upon the fencing. He could never work out if it was just far easier for him to find her because she was his familiar or if she deliberately placed herself right where she knew his line of sight would be. His own nature left him inclined to believe the latter, no matter how improbable it was. Nevertheless, the remark was not appreciated and she knew better than to highlight anything regarding his abilities that he considered to be inadequate. One eyebrow rose in irritation, the rest of his face the picture of cold indifference, and he turned his eyes back towards the lawn. “Not quite my intention, no, but a fountain out here would make the garden more tolerable on days like this.” His tone was flat – Leif had grown up with a telepathic father and still he forgot that outward impressions meant nothing to someone who could hear what was going on inside his head, though Miakoda could hear more than just his thoughts. Worse, she had a horrible habit of remembering it all.

'It wasn't a question. The same goes for your telepathy.'

“I can't imagine what difference it makes to you how firm a grasp I have on that,” he stated, turning back for the house. Psychics didn't have familiars without being a witch or an elemental or both as well. It wasn't a familiar's job to see to psychic affairs, as it were. At that thought Leif could already feel a reproach stirring from Mia, but remained a touch smug when she said nothing. Oh, he knew that familiars were – according to his own – there to look after their wards, to help them reach their full potential or something like that, but mostly the hawk was just a handful who glared at everyone around her. At the same time, she had discovered the one sure-fire way to make certain that her ward at least considered reaching out to find help where he needed it – because his sense of pride and that blood in him meant he did need it if he wanted to better himself. All she had to do was irritate him enough. It had meant that the witch liked her less than he had when he first became stuck with her, but Miakoda didn't really care. Leif had noticed. “Where are you?” Just out of interest.

'Your youngest sister is outside.'

And so was she if that shriek was any indicator. Striding to the front door, he listened for Satu's mind. That he could not yet hear her was indicative of nothing, so he merely opened the front door and left it open while he went to get a drink. It was currently the only way Mia could get back into the house, at any rate.

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_waterbaby
2011-08-22 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Satu was so, so, so beyond bored that it was almost comical. Or it would've been to anyone who hadn't been exposed to her and her lack of things to keep her entertained. She'd gone for a swim, tried playing with the water, practiced her fastball against the garage door until Valterri had insisted that he needed the space to practice his wrist-short for hockey try-outs. That had been briefly entertaining; a struggle for dominance that had been ended only because Satu had decided that she wanted to go for another swim. Otherwise she could've outlasted and taken him. Didn't matter that he was a few years older and quite a bit taller on top of that. She had the stronger personality and if she really wanted then there was probably a curse she could work that'd get rid of him really fast. But he'd tell their mother and Satu didn't want Linnea to know that she was learning blood magic. Something told her that she wouldn't like it.

But - the boredom. The boredom was what had led to her getting her bike out and taking off for her brother's house. Blastoise was neatly tucked away inside of her pocket. The little turtle was insistent that Linnea wouldn't like this. Satu countered that her mother would prefer it to more comments about what she thought should be done to the thing growing inside of her stomach. 'Abortions are bad aren't they?'

"Apparently if you're my mother." Satu shrugged it off as she rode her bike into the driveway, surprised to find that the door was open. Had Leif heard her thoughts from that far away or had that hawk of his told her? Either way that made it easier so she put the kickstand down and pulled Blastoise out of her pocket, placing him on her shoulder as she walked in. She debated about closing the door for a minute before deciding there was an easy way to figure out if she should. "Hey Leif, do you want your door open or closed?"

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bloodcounts
2011-08-23 12:50 am UTC (link)

There she was. Though as he added ice to his water he did find himself wondering why. Last time Satu had called it was because she had wanted to learn magic – which he had gone along with for a number of reasons, most of them involving taking a stab at Linnea, but the point was that she had wanted something. If that were the case again, he would be interested to know what it was she was after, because god knew he was not the most giving of people. Stepping into the hall, he shrugged. “Close it. Mia can stay outside.” The bird was far too preoccupied by now to care anyway, having made a meal out of what looked suspiciously like a kitten. For a moment Leif considered the possibility of her having killed someone's familiar, then realised he didn't care in the slightest. She had already tried to eat a were, he saw no reason she shouldn't be the end of a witch or elemental. He wouldn't put it past her to target their familiars deliberately. Perhaps it was just as well that Blastoise was far from the hawk's natural choice of prey.

“How was Finland?” A flat pleasantry. He didn't care how their vacation had been unless Linnea had somehow drowned. The question he wanted to ask involved the state of Linnea's room when they returned. That he had heard absolutely nothing of the result of that particular whim was vaguely irritating. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?” He could have just asked her what she wanted, but it was more likely to be taken badly and he did not have the patience for a demonic teenager's temper.