Pixie (gwyllion) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-08-04 01:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | megan gwynn / pixie (616) |
Who: Megan Gwynn
When: backdated slightly August 2nd evening / august 3rd morning
Where: Around Manhattan
What: A lost vampire is a lot harder to find than a hairbrush [excerpts]
Rating: some violence, fairly tame
When she had told Wolverine there was probably a spell that could find the vampire, she hadn't been kidding. Magic was like that and there probably was. Pixie didn't know it. Which was funny because that's what she'd been doing in Utopia. She did remember every word to Dazzler's newest single. But Dazzler shared her music, Pixie didn't know too many sorcerers who shared their books. Still, she was an X-men who was great at finding other people. And she knew a spell that could find her brush. Easy as pie! Pixie lit the black candle. and settle to kneel on the floor. Magic ran in her veins but it was the tugging on her soul as she focused that gave her strength. Easy enough, replace the aramaic for "Hairbrush" with Aramaic for "vampire" and it was as good as done. She focused her energy and raised her hands and voice in what was probably a decent spell for this. Then she say a pink light hovering over the map of New York. Her mouth widened to a grin, but before she could clap her hands in glee, the light exploded. "Oh no." Pixie's fingers covered her open mouth as she stared at the hundreds of pink dots hovering over the NYC subway map. Shadin was plural. And her candle was a little short on wick. This would take a while. Pixie located Potts Tower and shrugged. It was an answer. She figured she might as well get started. She focussed on the dot nearest to them. "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" Pixie's black eyes adjusted to the dim light in the North End apartment. She found herself standing in front of an understandably surprised dark haired woman. Her brow wrinkled in something more than anger and she got a little long in the tooth. Megan didn't remember vampires in Twilight having such weird faces, but if she had to guess, she'd call this a vampire. But that wasn't what was important. Jeans, check. Blue shirt, no. And more than that. "Right, so you're not a guy." "What the fuck are you doing in my apa--" Pixie didn't hear the next line said in a gravelly New York accent. "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" She popped to the next pink dot, the back of a bar. "Hey. What are you doing back here?" The dusky bartender stopped, balancing a keg on his shoulder. He had a black shirt. "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" She had jumped about 15 feet into the bar itself. About half the occupants were highlighted with a pink glow. A fair few were looking at the newest arrival. "Oh, um.." Pixie stepped backwards holding her hands up. She really should have anticipated this happening, why wouldn't there be a vampire bar? Still as much as Megan was all for safe spaces, this felt decidedly unsafe. "You know," She started up, breaking the silence. "I really shouldn't be here right? I'm seventeen, you lot would be in a shite load of trouble if the gavvers showed up. I should really--" She turned on a heel and bumped straight into the bartender coming in from the back to investigate. "G-oh!" He really had dreamy eyes.... Megan No! "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" This one had Mackey D's. It didn't make sense for a vampire. But they also had chips "Hey can I have one a these?" They snarled. "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" "In the name of the moon!" The pink fog cleared. The pale skinned attacker turned around, brow wrinkled in confusion. "What?" "Um.... Run guy!" She stayed long enough to be a distraction. Fortunately the victim took the hint quickly "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" "Oh! Hi Caroline!" That was a pleasant stop. Pixie could have stayed longer, but Fangtasia was surprisingly sparse on vampires, maybe it was a Sunday night thing. Maybe it was that Fangtasia was one of the bars in New York that knew she was seventeen. "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" But mostly, vampires weren't so bad maybe. Jubilee hadn't been after the initial strangeness. "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" Pixie cycled her way into restaurants, a very confused taxi, offices, and bars. Vampires had to be as diverse a population as mutants. Or maybe that was just New York. "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" The Subway was awful at night. It took Pixie a moment to figure out who was the vampire, a natural modesty causing her to turn away from the couple making out on the deserted train. Except, that was the pink glow, and when she gave them a second look. Pixie gasped louder than she should have. The vampire turned, brow wrinkled in hunger. By the blood on his face, it was pretty clear they hadn't been making out. "You... you should leave them alone." He was a vampire. He was a guy, He had a blue shirt but it had a fun run logo on the front. He wasn't the vampire she was looking for but she couldn't well leave him, even as the train sped between stations, making her almost as sick as the sight before him. Pixie's hand fell to her chest, drawing from it the glowing, iridescent dagger forged from her soul. The vampire didn't waste time attacking. He may have had raw power, but this wasn't the sprightly welsh girl's first fight. And even if he had aggression, the dagger gave her reach, and as pointy found out, cut a little deeper into cursed flesh. Holding part of her soul as a weapon, Megan took a lot more satisfaction in driving the vampire back against the car door. She took a moment to catch her breath, sliding the dagger into the back of her jeans for easier access than having to continually tear apart her soul. She grabbed the woman still bleeding on the chair, and left her at a hospital. "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" It went on like this. The prolonged use of her dagger darkening her mood as well as wings as the night wore on and turned to a wasted morning. But at least the daylight trapped some of the vampires. The hunt was dragging on, fruitless as it was tiring, but like a fruit machine, Megan found herself unwilling or unable to stop, as if one more hop would lead to "Sihal Novarum Chinoth" She found herself face to face with the dark haired woman she had met the night before. Of course she had met a lot of women, but it would get around to the first one if they were going for repeats. Pixie was just as distinction even with dark, transluscent wings and a hair more streaked with black than it had been 14 hours ago. The woman frowned. "Are you stalking me or something?" And that's when Pixie realized the dots could move. Visiting dots didn't rule them out in her current map. Her hand clapped against her forehead and she sank against the wall. She was never going to find this vampire at this rate. The vampire seemed more interested than caring. But at least she wasn't pouncing. "Is .. that a yes?" Megan rested her forearms on her knees and let her head fall to join them. wrapping her head since she couldn't well bury it in the sand in a stockroom in the UWS. "You haven't seen a guy in a blue I heart New York shirt, have you...?" |