Gate Crashers {Mini-plot!}

[Ϛ Fey DuChance]

^{it's not much, but i felt like i should post something...}

"If we don't want to upset them," Fey said grumpily, standing up without the use of her hands, "then I should leave. Dragons only like fair maidens, and damsels who can't handle distress on their own."

How long are you planning on keeping this up?

Fey seemed to have decided that sitting on a knoll doing nothing wasn't angry enough, and had started storming in the way Nia left. "Maybe you can turn into a girl beautiful enough for them," she said to Casey with a glare as she walked by him. She didn't seem to very concerned for the guy's feelings at that point, but later she would probably feel bad for dragging him into it.

As she stomped up to the door of the Academy, it was painfully clear that 'later' was the key word.

[casey]

"Wait, what?" Casey was thoroughly confused now. What had upset Fey so much? Had he said something wrong? And shouldn't they be more concerned about the dragons.

Well, honestly, one was still staring at a light, and the other was posing to have his picture drawn, so it wasn't like they were particularly threatening. They just had to wait till whatever influence they were under left completely. Then they could talk to them, figure out what was going on.

So, Casey could, say, go talk to Fey and try and work out what was wrong.

He hurried after Fey, waving a hand. "Fey! Wait! Why are you talking like that? You're beautiful, so why would you?"

He paused, realizing what he'd just said. And it certainly hadn't come out like flattery, just a fact that he couldn't believe she didn't get. Realizing that he'd put his foot in his mouth, the Agent coughed, trying to put things together.

"I don't think I can emulate the beauty you have, Fey. It's... how you carry yourself and stuff," he waved a hand. "The dragons are drugged, that's the only reason they can't see it. Now."

he turned to look at them. "We need to make sure they don't hurt anyone else. And, you know, clean up. Please don't leave me with just him," he jerked his head to Scythe, "to do this..."

[Ϛ Fey DuChance]

Fey, who had originally only stopped to glare at Casey for making her stop, couldn't help but let the anger on her face give way to a grin as Casey stumbled through a mire of words, trying to explain himself and present his case. In the end she was smiling outright, and when he'd finished talking, paused for a moment in thought and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek in an attempt to make sure he wouldn't talk any more.

Well, maybe that wasn't the only reason.

"You're sweet," she said matter-of-factly, walking right past him, back the way she had just come.

You are a lunatic.

She was standing behind Casey then, looking out onto the scene in front of her as if she was deep in thought. But she cracked a smile again after not long and turned back to Casey. "Some rival you are, Blythe. Going soft on me. You're lucky we're not competing any more."

She did a few stretches that were more of a habit than an actual method of warming up for something, and though aloud about the situation as she touched her toes, bent over sideways, raised a knee to her chest, and the like.

"Well, the model won't be happy to see me again, I don't think, so you should be the one to talk to him. Might be easier to tell the little girl what to say and have her say it, since he seems to like her." There was still a bitter tinge to her voice when she mentioned this, but it didn't last long. "I'll go talk to the other one, once the disco closes. Sound good?"

She straightened and raised an eyebrow questioningly at Casey.