Briony’s mouth formed around a silent, drawn-out ‘ooooh’ and she tried to resist the urge to look around to see if she could see anything like a ghost or whatever. She hadn’t realised she was psychic the first time round, so there was a chance! Not likely, though. She very nearly pouted. The area was just full of them and then a bunch of dark, shadowy guys munching on dead mortals. I am so drawing this when I get home. On Airla’s wall. “I can’t see anything.” She looked up with a frown that illustrated how unfair that was. “Think one of them would want to come home with me?” Rocking forward onto her toes, she tilted her head, a thoughtful expression on her face. “They could stay in my house and everything and throw stuff around.” A beat. “Not in my room though. In everyone else’s rooms.” Because she’d damn the place and every soul in it to Hell if a poltergeist started messing with her stuff. She spent a moment tucking her hair behind slightly pointed ears before piping up again. “Go away ghostface; she’s a demon, the damnation rubs off.” Briony blinked up at Persephone. “Don’t you think ‘damnation’ sounds like a flower? Like… what’s-it-called – carnation.” Yeah.
Her hands clapped together and the little demon balanced right up on her tippy-toes for a moment before dropping back down again. She liked the sound of that. “Wish we could call my class down here.” Really. It hadn’t taken all that much to make Kristen cry at the lunch table, so Briony was willing to bet it’d take a lot less to make her cry down here. Maybe she wouldn’t even get a chance to. Maybe they’d just rip her apart and eat her up before she knew what was going on. Maybe that was just the best thought Fear had ever had. Sometimes it would be the best thing ever if you could put thoughts in bottles to show to other people. Then she could share that one with Bubbles during next recess. Reaching out, she poked her finger through the smoke ring then waved it around to break it up. “Like at all the jazz pictures?” All of them? Her nine year old attention span had problems with telling her adoptive mother how her school day was, never mind going through what she thought would be bazillions of pictures. But still. “Don’t get older and a tell,” she confirmed for herself before bouncing with delight at Persephone’s tell. That was cool. “Oh! I did that too! Kids don’t sleep well when they’re scared. ‘Specially,” and this was the part she was most proud of, “when there’s all those toys around and I’m technokinetic.” Daddy’s the only useful one. It was a thought she was going to keep to herself, though why she wasn’t sure. Possibly because it might look like just anyone could play with the rest of the Fells family. When they couldn’t. They were hers. And really, it was the understanding what Excess meant that she had trouble with. Making people do all the things… All the things? Everything? What did she want to do right now? Feed the legionaries. Take one home? Yeah, she kind of really, really wanted to do that. She also really wanted to grab Persephone’s hand and focus all of her own influence on her just to see what happened… but since she thought it might be a very, very bad idea, she wasn’t going to. “We made a girl cry at lunch the other day,” she informed the other Vice cheerfully. “Hardly did anything either. Bubbles talked and I sat.” Okay, so she grabbed Kristen too. But that was it. Hardly even counted. She had still cried because her sister was probably lying dead in a ditch somewhere. “Uh-huh. But I can never decide how…” The little Fear’s nose wrinkled. It was a hard decision for her to make. Murder them outright or drive them to suicide? Choices. “Yes! I want to feed one! Think it’d come home with me?” And she totally knew they were Eurynomes. She just hadn’t remembered was all. “Daddy’s been promising me a pet since forever.” If forever was since she had remembered to ask for a puppy for Bubbles’ amusement, which was probably less than a week.