Bo Dennis is not a lost girl anymore (faetedlove) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-03-10 19:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bo dennis, kenzi malikov |
Who: Kenz and Bobo
What: Meeting for drinks and Bo goes running head-first into danger.
When: During the HG plot when the mutant monkeys were running around
Where: A bar
Warnings: Violence, mutant monkey death, blood
Status: Complete
Bo had just been thankful her Valentine’s Day date with Lara had gone off without a hitch and they’d gotten back to Lara’s place before the blood rain and tidal waves started. Of course, it was unnerving being at Lara’s place and having tidal waves coming since Lara’s home was on the ocean. But either way, the house was fine, but Bo wasn’t going anywhere without both her dagger and the Siracon now. Especially after those reports of some huge beast lurking around.
So even with the crazy apocalyptic-type shit happening, Bo was going to meet Kenzi for a drink because Bo had quite some news to tell her bestie. She almost needed a list of it to keep straight what all she had to tell her. Valentine’s Day had been very eventful, okay? But despite the whole 10 Plagues of Egypt that seemed to be trying to happen, Bo was in a very good mood. That hadn’t changed since things had been going crazy this week.
She had her dagger in her thigh holster, strategically hidden under a long coat, and she had the Siracon affixed to the back of her belt, also inside the coat. She headed up to the bar to meet Kenzi when she stopped, thinking she sensed something, and she glanced around. She had an odd feeling suddenly and she started to carefully move towards the door, but made certain her back was to the door so she wouldn’t be surprised from behind. Her hands were ready to go for her weapons if needed.
No awesome dream gifts for Kenzi just yet - besides the basilisk that was ultimately the cure to her almost death, anyway, but she was never the type to simply walk out without some kind of weapon. Her purse was an armory of sharp things, like throwing ninja stars (don’t ask), brass knuckles, a switchblade. A long, steel nail filer that could do some serious damage, and also maintain those pretty claws she had for nails. It was survival instinct, living on the streets ever since she was a little girl.
Never go out unarmed. You couldn’t trust a damn person.
But she never seemed as paranoid as she actually was, and strutted outdoors with confidence while humming something Bruno Mars-y under her breath. Maybe it was Kenzi that Bo sensed, since she was able to spot her from afar - she had a habit of dressing in black, usually leather, and she popped up like a ninja from behind.
“Oh, heeeeeeeey giiiiiiiiiiirl. Come here often?”
Bo jumped about a good two feet when she heard Kenzi. At least she didn’t scream or let out some other type of embarrassing noise at being surprised. She just stopped breathing for a minute.
“Holy shit,” she said as she drew in a couple breaths to try and calm herself down. Another positive was she managed to not draw either of her weapons on Kenzi. “Sorry, the 10 Plagues of Egypt that are suspiciously nine plagues short has made me a bit paranoid.” And maybe it was another of those succubus senses kicking in. After all, she had sensed that moragh coming for her and managed to try and get the jump on it. It hadn’t exactly helped. It had been Kenzi coming to the rescue that saved her ass. It was not lost on Bo that there would be a good chance she could’ve died had Kenzi not realized something was happening.
“Anyways, in direct answer to your question, I come here now and then,” she then smiled and leaned closer to Kenzi. “But you need a better pick up line than that to land me.”
“Bet you Muscles was a smooth talker and wooed you with all sorts of sexy puns, hmmm?” Kenzi leered, and looped her arm around Bo’s. Tonight she was dressed a little more casually, with tight red pants that laced up on the sides, and an over the shoulder band shirt shredded around the edges - this week had been a mess, she wasn’t even going to bother putting that extra effort in fashion if it was going to rain blood. “But nope, don’t be paranoid, it’sa me!”
Stupid OC, taking a dump on her plans to go to Ireland with Bubba Jones. But they talked about going for St. Patrick’s day, which was awesome. Celebrate the holiday from its origin land, imagine all the booze. Whiskey, Guinness. Did they have green dyed beer? She hoped so.
“It was the accent. She could read me the phonebook and still woo me.” Which she had made Lara read her the phonebook once. Of course, everything did sound a lot sexier in a British accent. Arm looped with Kenzi’s she headed for the door. The long coat she wore was an older one, made out of leather, but if it decided to rain blood today, it wouldn’t be a loss to her emotionally speaking. Not like the leather jacket she’d gotten from her dreams. That thing was sweet and didn’t deserved to be ruined by stupid blood rain.
“So, do I have some news for you. News of the good and awesome kind.” Bo said, unable to contain her thousand watt grin, dimples included. She was certain she’d been grinning like a fool all week. Lara had proven she wasn’t a dick like Dyson and she wasn’t a lying snake like Lauren. Lara was definitely good people.
Inside they went, where it was dimly lit and smelled weirdly decadent - like someone mopped the floors with sweet n’ sour mix, which would actually explain why it felt so sticky to walk across. Whatever. Other than that it reminded her a teeny bit about The Dal. Rustic, but without the crowd of supernaturals hanging around.
Bo’s expression hadn’t gone unnoticed. Smirking, the slender thief made herself comfortable on a spinny stool and crossed her legs. “News of the good and awesome kind? Does this have to do with your sucky-face powers? Or is this about Muscles?”
Both, maybe? Her powers hadn’t crossed over gently, she knew Lara got a full demonstration of it, but Kenzi was confident that Bo would get the hang of it.
Bo saw the similarities to The Dal, and she had to feel nostalgic for it. The Dal was such a fixture of her dreams, just as the crackhouse she and Kenzi lived in was. Maybe if Bo got some business experience, she could run her own version of The Dal here. But that would probably require her going to school and she didn’t exactly even have a high school diploma.
Settling herself on the stool beside Kenzi, Bo’s grin only seemed to widen at the question. “Definitely news of the good and awesome kind and about Lara.” But before she went into details, Bo waved the bartender over, ordering a couple shots for them both. Because she felt like taking a couple shots first, then perhaps moving to a drink or two.
“There’s actually several pieces of news, and I’m not fully certain which one to start with.” Did she start off with the mutual declaration of love? Did she start off with the accepted offer to move in with Lara? An offer which was also extended to Kenzi. Or did Bo start with the fact Lara asked her to go on an expedition with her in the spring? So many choices, and Bo couldn’t decide which way she wanted to play her cards. “So pick a number, one, two or three.” She arbitrarily assigned numbers to the pieces of news she had.
Yesssss, shots. Kenzi could get behind that, and the first one had been tossed down the hatch like she had a thirst desperate to be quenched - it tingled all the way down, made her shudder and gave her exposed skin that rise of goosebumps. Brr. That’s the stuff.
“Ahhh, let’s seeeeee…” Whatever the secrets behind the numbers were, it all seemed like super swell news, didn’t it? She liked a happy Bo. A happy Bo was also a happy Kenzi, and if the British explorer got those lady bits going then more power to them. “ Let’s start with three?? Then go backwards,” she decided. “Three, two, one. Lay it on me, Bodacious Bo. What are we toastin’ to?”
Shots were always amazing, and they were excellent for celebratory toasts. Not that any other drink wasn’t, but shots tended to suit the situation. Especially when there were multiple good things to tell. Bo tossed her first shot back, drew in a breath and then turned to Kenzi.
“Well, it just so happens that Lara said she lurves me. And I totally lurve her back.” See that grin? It got way wider. Bo couldn’t help but to feel like she was a teenage school girl again at that. This was how she’d felt in the dreams about Dyson when Kenzi had encouraged her to tell him how she felt. Except that this time Lara had said it first and hadn’t been a giant asshat and broken Bo’s squishy heart. Nope. Bo’s squishy heart seemed to only have gotten bigger and fuller than it had been before.
Oh. Oh. That smile of cheshire proportions meant all things lovely-dovey, didn’t it? Kenzi recognized the smitten look. It made her bestie look a little dopey, drunk on feelings - she’d seen it about Dyson. At least before he proved to be a douchecanoe. Still, she did think the wolf-man cared about the sex hero, but he had a shit macho way of showing it.
His loss.
“You’re so disgusting,” she grinned back, but the look on her face expressed complete fondness. It was good to see her happy. Not so worked up about being a ‘monster’ (which she wasn’t) or freaking out about her powers. “Of course she lurves you, what’s not to lurve? You know that totally means you’re like, stuck here more permanently, right?”
Bo was dopey and a huge dork, but she couldn’t quite help it. Nor did she want to help it. After all, she was more than happy to feel this way. For the time being, the issues about being a monster (which were still there), the issues about her powers were forgotten. Right now, she could simply be a woman in love with no complications beyond that.
“Well someone has to be,” she responded to the disgusting comment with a laugh. She picked up her next shot and looked at Kenzi. “Yeah, I’m definitely not going anywhere.” She held the shot glass up to toast with Kenzi. No, she definitely wasn’t going to leave. Not now. Maybe she could make this place home, and maybe eventually, she could stop running from her past.
“Which actually leads directly into one of the other points. Lara asked me to move in with her.” And Bo had said yes. Though this topic was a bit more of a frightening one. She didn’t quite know if it was frightening because it meant her relationship was becoming that serious, or if it was because Lara’s house was a frickin’ mansion and Bo wasn’t used to living in such a nice place. The nicest place she’d lived in had been on a farm.
Good to hear, because Kenzi wasn’t going anywhere either. Killian had been the reason she’d even come here, and she got more than what she bargained for - which she was cool with, she really was. Even if almost dying in a hospital bed was freakin’ craycray, it all worked itself out. She had Bo, her brother, friends like Birkhoff and Henry. And Muscles, she liked the cutie of a Brit too.
Now for what was behind numbero dos, and she tried her best to not spit the next shot out into an ungraceful spray of booze. Whoa now, the other step in relationships. “You’re ready?” she asked, after she was able to swallow her drink - painfully. Blargh, that went down funny, and she winced as she patted her chest. “That’s not going too fast for you??”
It was all Bo’s choice. Her life and love life, but it was also Kenzi’s job as the bestie to make sure things were kosher. Sometimes, just sometimes, the succubus had a habit of being a little too trusting. It was a patterned behavior in the dreams, and the last thing she wanted was for Bo to come out of this with a broken heart.
Bo’s search for her birth mother had led her here, but she’d found so much more than she’d ever thought she would find here. It was to the point that she had put off the search for her birth mother for the time being. She would be taking Killian up on helping locate her mother, but for the moment, she was content with the people she’d met and was coming to know here.
Now when Kenzi nearly choked on her shot, Bo just eyed her, ready to smack her on the back a few times if needed. But it seemed Kenzi was able to finally swallow the liquid without needing Bo to save her life, so she focused more on what Kenzi said.
“It’s...weird? I mean, I already spend more time at her place than I do my own anyway. So it wouldn’t be all that different? Except for the fact she lives in a huge mansion and I haven’t lived anywhere even remotely as nice as that before. So it’s scary? But I kind of think that sort of thing is supposed to be scary.” Or maybe it was just the fact that Bo hadn’t really done relationships and she was scared of getting in too deep.
But truthfully, Bo was already in too deep. Her heart would be horribly broken if something happened to break her and Lara up.
“Though that was only part of it. She’s extended the offer to you, too, actually. If you wanted. Though I know you’re staying with your brother, and I don’t want to pull you away from that.” And truthfully, Bo was kind of wishing she and Kenzi had a set up together like in their dreams. She was actually starting to dislike living alone.
True. Moving in with someone when you’ve said the whole ‘I love you’ stuff was a scary step, though if Bo thought she was ready for it, she was ready. Lara didn’t seem to have a bad bone in her body but then again, neither did Spy Banger Lauren. A little skepticism didn’t hurt while the bestie was over the moon and drunk on love.
“Hey, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy for you. Just sayin’, I’m looking out for you,” she explained, hands up. “But I’m good with boarding with the bro. I don’t want to crash on your honeymoon phase, even if I’m pretty used to hearing you bang and wham in our dream crackshack.” Succubi had needs and all! It’d be best if it was just them, though. Kenzi didn’t want to feel like the third wheel, and she and Killian still had plenty of catching up to do.
Now, back to the list. The I Love You, the I’m Moving In With You, so what the hell could number one -
There was a scream. A little distant, a little drowned out from the music, but she had heard it. “Errr. Did you hear that??”
Even before making the offer, Bo knew Kenzi wouldn’t take it, mostly because she seemed to be happy staying with Killian. Which was fine, but Bo had started wishing she and Kenzi could have a crackshack here somewhere, but she wouldn’t broach that topic. That ship had sailed, as they say.
“Guess that means all the fun is left to poor Alistair to experience for himself.” Bo said with a chuckle. She did feel bad for making Alistair suffer through her crazy dreams. Like when she’d broken the mirror the other week.
Speaking of...shit, that was seven years bad luck wasn’t it? Great. Like she needed another seven years of bad luck.
Though her head snapped to attention when she heard the scream. “Yeah, I definitely heard that.” Bo quickly left money for the shots, and without thinking about it, she slid off her stool and headed straight for where the scream came from. Because that was what she always did. Run to the danger, poke her nose in where it didn’t belong.
“Bo, where are you - you’re not going where I think you’re -” Yep, Bo was definitely walking towards the obvious signs of danger, and Kenzi was lagging behind because she still hadn’t downed the shot in her hand. “Yep, you’re...doing the thing I think you’re doing.” Sigh. Fuck. Eyes rolling to the back of her head for just a weeny second, she threw the contents of the tall glass down the hatch, grabbed her purse, and followed. “Can we not, like, bleed or anything? Amurrica’s health insurance is totes batshit, we’re still trying -”
Holy fuckballs. Holy fuckballs. Outside were two monkeys. Weird, rabid looking monkeys, attacking someone’s car while they were in it. Breaking the glass, screeching into their scaredy human faces.
Kenzi blindly stuck her hand in her purse and tried sifting through all the junk for something sharp and defensive, like a switchblade. Fuck yeah, switchblades!
“Holy shit,” Bo said upon seeing the monkeys. But she wasn’t phased overly long. She moved closer. “Hey monkey-brains! Yeah, I’m talking to you. You’re a long way from Oz, I hope you know. Though you’re also kind of lacking wings, aren’t you.” Yes Bo, insult the monkeys. That was a wonderful plan, really. Though her plan worked because they stopped attacking the car to focus on her. Which was what she wanted.
“Yeah that’s right, come and pick on someone your own size. More or less.” It probably wasn’t the best idea to try and provoke the already angry rabid monkeys, but Bo was trying to keep their attention. “If I end up bleeding, I can heal thanks to my powers. But I’ll try not to get hurt.”
Which basically meant she’d probably end up hurt because it was Bo. In her dreams she seemed to always get injured in every single fight she ended up in. So while Kenzi went through her purse for something to use, Bo slid her hand under her coat and to her back, grabbing the Siracon and pulling it out. However, the monkeys both attacked before she could grip the Siracon tight enough to activate the blade. She got knocked flat on her back, the Siracon falling just out of her reach as the wind was knocked out of her. She kicked at the monkey, managing to push it back far enough that she flipped over onto her stomach and crawled a little to grab the Siracon. However, she felt claws tear into one of her legs and she cried out in pain.
“Mother fucker!” She closed her hand around the handle of the Siracon and the armored gauntlet formed over her forearm and the blade came out. Kicking the monkey back enough so she could get up, she came up swinging the Siracon in an arc, but it dodged the swing.
Nope. Going at crazy monkeys was actually pretty low on the list of Kenzi’s plans for tonight - actually, you could consider that one non-existent on her nightly bucket lists. They were fast, they were violent, swinging on street lamps with teeth bared, dripping in rabid primate spit or whatever. Bo had done the taunting, all the attention on the vocal succubus that was so hellbent on insulting the for whatever reason, but it’d given her enough time to actually find the stupid weapon in her purse (it was like Narnia in there, shut up) and whip the stainless blade from its concealed.
“Down with the Planet of the Apes!” Caesar there might have dodged the swipe of the Siracon, but she had (clumsily) hopped onto the ugly thing from behind and drove the knife into its neck. Okay, yeah, that seemed like a good place! But it wriggled and writhed so she, uh, guessed it’d be a good idea to keep doing that while it was trying to fling her off it.
Kinda like riding a bull, except ten times more homicidal and a more expensive hospital bill in the future.
Bo never did anything half-assed, and she was definitely the type to throw herself into the middle of a dangerous situation. While that was largely due to that very deep sense of wanting to help people, there was probably a little of it that came from the fact she did have a deathwish. Well, moreso her dream self than her, but sometimes Bo had difficulty drawing the line between her dream self and herself. Though she could at least say she didn’t have an active deathwish in this life, Lara and Kenzi had done wonders for that. Now if her self-esteem would kindly follow suit, she’d be golden.
But that self-esteem would be a long and difficult battle to be fought. Especially with the succubus aspect added in to complicate it further.
Now, if they weren’t in the middle of fighting mutant monkeys, Bo would have laughed at the sight of Kenzi riding that monkey rodeo-style. However, she did stop and stare momentarily before the other monkey was moving towards her. Bo shifted and swung the Siracon, cutting into the monkey’s shoulder. While it did damage, it also only made the monkey angrier. To Bo’s detriment, the Siracon’s magic only actually worked on Fae as far as the protecting her from their abilities went. Thus as the monkey leapt on her and they both crashed to the ground, she felt a couple more gashes from the claws.
“Alright, that’s it!” Bo said and managed to roll so that the monkey was on the ground and Bo was on top. She then drove the blade of the Siracon into the monkey’s shoulder, pinning it to the ground beneath. She then glanced over at Kenzi. “Hey, you need help over there, cowgirl?”
Guhhhh. Kenzi had gotten quite occupied with this one - she had some technique to what she was doing, but really, whatever the hell would make sure this thing was deader than dead was a priority so by the time she was done, she emerged bloodied up (none of it hers, thank Buddha) and a littleweirded out about her first experience with killing a total creepy thing, but…
“I think I killed it!” Yep, there was pride, even if her clothes were damp in monkey life juice. It was on the ground, lifeless, sporting multiple stab ones. Raise da roof. “One point for me, none for you, suckaaaaaaz!”
Her arms rose towards the sky in utter cheer, and then she realized that Bobo had a very alarming boo boo and then ceased all expressions of celebration. “Hey - are you okay??”
Bo had to smile. “Good job, Kenz!” She congratulated. Of course she knew killing things wasn’t easy to deal with. She’d been traumatized about her first monster kills in the fog. At least before she’d run away from her own monster and nearly died in the process, but that was besides the point. However, as Bo was more focused on Kenzi, the monkey under her was still squirming, attempting to fight for its life. It bit her left forearm.
“Mother fucker!!” She cried out, instinctively trying to pull her arm from its mouth but its jaws were clamped shut on it. And it was hurting. She pulled the blade of the Siracon out of its shoulder (she really needed to work on her sword skills in this world, apparently those amazing skills of hers in the dreams didn’t actually carry over), and then she speared it through the neck. The monkey let go of her arm as she cut through some vitals in its neck and it finally joined its friend in death.
Bo stood up and staggered back a step or two, left arm hanging at her side. “Okay. Note to self, work on those bad ass sword skills I clearly don’t have in this life.” Then Kenzi’s question registered in her mind. “I’m fine. I think it’s mostly just flesh wounds.” She looked at her arm with the bite mark, though she didn’t think it was that bad. She didn’t feel it yet at any rate. “Are you alright?”
Kenzi visibly jumped at the outcry, cringed at the very abrupt sinking of teeth into succubus flesh, and eased only a wittle bit when Bo finished it off. Literally, she thought her heart was beating at such a fast pace it could burst out of her ribcage and land on the street, flopping around like a fish gasping for life. She and her bestie, they’d gone against some pretty weird things in the dreams - it was sort of their lives there, taking down the strange - but this was their first time in action, together, and…
Well, they didn’t do awful, did they? Dead monkeys, points for them. Bo with bites and gashes? Please deduct those points.
“I’m fine,” she winced; mostly shaken and bloody with some bruises and scratches for later, the thing she rode had been flailing while it was still alive, but she stepped closer to examine her wounds better. “You need to bang someone, Wondersnatch.”
Bo gave herself more points for not running away from the danger this time. And really, she’d rather fight rabid mutant monkeys than the things she’d seen in the fog. Or most of the things in their dreams. And really, injuries and Bo went together like sex and succubus went together. She woke up with injuries nearly every time she dreamed. It was just the price to be paid for being the hero.
She loosened her grip on the handle of the Siracon and the gauntlet and blade retracted. The coast was clear. She flexed her left hand in and out of a fist a couple times, then she looked at Kenzi. “Yeah, I’ll go to Lara’s. Though I’ve had worse.” Worse both here and in the dreams. “Sorry that put a damper on the drinks and good news.”
It was slipping Bo’s mind that she hadn’t even gotten to tell Kenzi the other piece of news, thanks to the monkeys. Though that was for the best, it was a topic that had a slight downside to it that Bo didn’t need to get down on herself for right now. She had more immediate things to worry about.
Still, Kenzi didn’t like seeing her bestie wounded - and she knew she had it all under control, the healing process was the same in both worlds, yet she couldn’t help but be visibly concerned. “Do you need me to take you to Lara? I don’t know if you should drive, Bo,” she voiced, smiling sadly. “Maybe when you’re all not cut up you can give me the rest of the news?”
On the bright side, at least her luck was stupid in the best way possible. Killian would have a cow if she came home with monkey bites and gashes, and everything she gleaned from her primate of a victim was all superficial and under the skin. Blood wasn’t even hers.
Bo was oddly calm about the whole bleeding thing, though she tended to take it oddly calmly in her dreams for the most part. She could hold herself together long enough to get help from Dyson, so she could certainly hold herself together long enough to get help from Lara.
“I think I can make it. My dream self can make it to Dyson’s while bleeding worse than this, I think I can make it to Lara’s.” And then she blinked a bit, momentarily confused about the comment about the rest of the news. Then the lightbulb went on. “Oh! Right, yeah. The other news.” The other news that was kind of loaded and meant she’d most likely need to make a trip back to Canada and she really didn’t want to. But she wanted to go with Lara more, so she’d have to suck it up and hope no one recognized her or slapped handcuffs on her after setting foot back in Canada.
“You know what,” Kenzi sighed, reaching over to gently squeeze a part of Bo that wasn’t bleeding. “It can wait, Bo. Tell me later. Just…shoo, Succubutt, go get dat booty, I want you all patched up. Pronto. I don’t like to see you all grody and bloody.’
But it was a look she managed to pull off, somehow. Bloody somehow managed to be part of her ex-appeal. Must be a succubus thing.
“I’ll definitely tell you about it later,” she said with a smile. “I’m just glad that you’re in better shape than me. Once this shit’s over, maybe we should try to polish those sword fighting skills we seem to have in the dreams. Clearly we could make use of them here.” And maybe, just maybe that really awesome trunk full of various weapons that Bo had in them would show up here. Because she could seriously use several of those weapons in situations like these.
“But yes. Healing. I’d give you a hug, but I’d rather not get my blood all over you. Just be careful, okay? Who knows how many of these things are out there. And what else might be out there.” She’d heard those reports of some huge beast lurking around. She didn’t like the sound of that one bit. After glancing around to ensure there was no other immediate danger, Bo started to make her way to her car with a slight limp. She was starting to feel the sting, and seriously hoping those things didn’t have rabies. A succubus with rabies was probably a really horrific sight.