"Further I push it, better it gets," Briony repeated under her breath, obviously committing it to memory. She had to admit she really liked the idea of Fear in excess. Or even Excess. Should it always have a capital letter? Huh. She wasn't going to say how she didn't even really get worried either. Because the last time she did that the demon she'd been talking to seemed to think she was deliberately making herself sound all better-than-everyone when it came to being not-scared (even though she was Fear and kind of was), and started being really mean to her. In church, too! Shocking! Okay, so it was Amazing Grace and even though Daniel was great and everything, Briony wasn't sure it fully counted as a church because she could go on and walk right in without her eyes going all weird. "Nothing round here to be scared of," she said after a moment of her head trying to do a three-sixty. Nope, nothing scary around here. Except them. Oh, and legionaries, but they were just there. "And I'm in fifth grade. I know for a fact that humans are plenty curious enough without needing an angel to poke them into it." Her voice turned into a high pitched whine as she started mimicking her classmates, "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? -- You'd think they'd been in school long enough to learn better questions than that." She paused. "I think I might stuff a giant question mark down Curiosity's throat. Or a cat!" Or both. Both sounded good. She almost tried hard not to bounce on her feet when told her technokinesis was more fun. Almost. "I think it's fun. But I got to keep it simple at home. If I want this family to last a-whiles I got to stop them totally from freaking out too quickly." It wasn't like she could knock them out every time they began to flip. "Want some?" What? It wasn't like she couldn't heal herself. It was for a pretty damned cause anyway. "Mine's black. I'm really good at it. It freaked Paul out so much he's still trying to refuse to teach me the good stuff. Trying to." An index finger rose to highlight the last part. Paul wasn't trying hard enough.
Blinking at Persephone, Briony tried to work out what was wrong with going to church until she realised that the other demon must've thought she meant a proper one. Like the Catholic (eww) one. Only her reaction was kind of hilarious, so she wasn't going to correct her just yet. "Drink the Draino?" The little demon loved it when the beginning of words matched like that. She wasn't sure what Draino was, but she could guess that it wasn't going to be pleasant for a human. Still giggling over the alliteration, her nose wrinkled. "Noooo! Not a really real church! Amazing Grace. We go on Wednesdays and Sundays and... sometimes when it's just open and I feel like it because there's demons and demonics and no holy ground." Really, it was like her version of a park. Alls they needed was a swingset and a merry-go-round in the space where she thought Danny-boy wanted to put a cemetery. If he'd wait a few more years until she was too old for that stuff, then that'd be better. "There's normals, yeah, and holies who're stupid and don't listen to Daniel's sermons and stuff because he's a... a... Dependence, I think. But they all love him so much they don't ever notice he's damning them to Hell."