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Post by seamus on Nov 9, 2008 23:07:13 GMT -5
Seamus would very much have liked to speak to Rae, mainly to tell her off about the green comment, but since he was already in his dragon form, he merely grunted sarcastically. Yes, that's totally possible. Find a dragon and prove me wrong, I dare you.
Once Rae had gotten herself settled, Seamus instantly took to the skies, first shooting up to soaring heights, and then dropping down to just above the canopy. He remembered too late that not all people could handle altitude changes like that, and hoped Rae's superstar status gave her enough time on airplanes to be used to it, or else he may have had a passed-out passenger. He tried to turn his head back to see her but couldn't quite manage to fly straight and do that at the same time, so he just decided to fly cautiously and keep going.
The air felt wonderful across his scales, and the weather was very pleasant. The motion of his wings became distant, automatic, and before he knew it, Masonville could be seen in the distance. He was almost sad that they'd have to take to the ground again soon.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 10, 2008 0:23:38 GMT -5
For a few seconds, Rae's ears started popping like mad. The sudden change in pressure caught her by surprise. And she hadn't flown nearly as much as Seamus had hoped. However, she did happen to be a lycan alpha, and you didn't get to be one of those by being a pushover. The popping subsided, though Rae did hit Seamus's back for doing that to her.
Which resulted in Rae splitting her knuckles on Seamus's scales, but still, it made her feel better. "Bloody a**."
She ducked down to better handle the wind, her eyes scanning the ground below, and the horizon in the distance. The feeling truly was marvelous, and she did feel some disappointment in seeing Masonville loom in the distance.
"I disnae ken why ye disnae do this more often!" she yelled over the rush of wind. She grinned wildly, and fought the urge to howl. Well, for a few second anyway: she soon threw her head back and let the animalistic noise rip out of her.
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Post by seamus on Nov 10, 2008 1:13:07 GMT -5
Seamus let out a deep dragon chuckle at Rae's anger. Honestly, the punch was as far from painful as possible, and had it come from anyone but her he may not have even felt it, but that was just why it was so amusing. It felt good to be the 'big' one for once.
Again he wished he could answer Rae, but luckily this time she let out a animalistic cry, and that was definitely a language he was comfortable communicating in as a dragon. So he let out a mighty roar himself, a noise that was unintentionally loud and shook the forest for a great distance.
A dragon-y, gravelly 'oops' emanated from him afterward, and after noting the sound of sirens in the distance not long after, he decided that maybe flying time was over, and headed for the nearest clearing. When he landed, he sloped his wing so that Rae could just slide down it if she didn't want to climb down, and waited anxiously for her to dismount so he could transform into his other shape. The police couldn't come to the middle of the forest in their cars, but he wasn't brave enough to keep a clear head and actually realize that.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 10, 2008 18:27:04 GMT -5
The flying ended entirely too soon for Rae, and she let out a moan of disappointment. For a few seconds, she simply stayed on Seamus's back, and thought about kicking him into action. Flying suddenly jumped right up there with sex and music in Rae's books.
The sirens did not go unnoticed, especially to Rae's keen ears. She cursed under her breath, sliding down the wing to hop onto the ground.
"Alrigh,' now get ye bloody self back ta ye bloody self," Rae insisted, punching Seamus's side again. It struck her that she did that a lot lately, but figured that was all good in the end. Besides, it showed emotion without acting like an soppy idiot.
"Take ye bloody time though. Th' bobbies tain't gettin' 'ere anytime soon, but they will notice if'n ye make a giant clearin'," Rae rolled her eyes. "An' I disnae want ta get in more trouble wit' th' law. Nae fir somethin' as stupid as this."
She moved a little ways off, back to him. Just in case he ended up naked or something. That was the last thing she wanted to see. If asked, she would clearly point out that they needed a lookout.
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Post by seamus on Nov 11, 2008 22:03:22 GMT -5
Seamus did little but nod or roll his eyes as Rae spoke, and then he eagerly began the transformation back to his humanoid form. Luckily for Rae, he could transform his clothes with him, but his shirt did still hang wide open, something he was largely aware of. Sure, he had a great body and he knew it, but he still didn't feel comfortable going into a bar looking like... well, the image that came to his mind was a hairy-chested Italian with too much gold on and too little shirt, for some reason.
He unconsciously picked a few burnt bits from the edges of his shirt. "Do you have any clothes at your club? Maybe a uniform or somethin'? I look like a bleedin' vagabond." Even for a guy who didn't much care how he looked, he knew he didn't look too good. Heck, he'd been living in the forest for who knows how long now.
"Let's walk and talk, though. The 'bobbies' might not be able to accuse us of much, if they manage to even find us, but I'd still rather not run into them." He gestured in the direction of the town as if to say, "Ladies first."
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 11, 2008 22:27:41 GMT -5
Once Seamus started speaking, Rae turned to look at him. And instantly regretted it. "Bloody hell."
She rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and stomping away. Bare male chests were not high on her "want to see list." Even if they were on fairly attractive ones like Seamus. Still, it was roughly in the same ballpark as dead animals for her. Even made her stomach turn slightly.
"Ye be scammin' a shirt from m'bouncer," she called over her shoulder. "Lad's bigger than ye, but tha' willnae be tha' big o' deal. Ye tain't goin' like tha' all night, I tell ye."
She snorted, continuing to stomp along and desperately keeping her eyes locked straight ahead. Her ears could keep track of Seamus's position well enough without having to worry about seeing where he was.
"If'n ye need a wee bit o' cash, I can lend ye some. Or, better yet, ye can come work at m'bloody club," Rae grinned at that last bit. "Ye could at least bartend, if'n ye still tain't oop fir warblin' again."
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Post by seamus on Nov 12, 2008 0:10:38 GMT -5
"I look terrible in black..." Seamus muttered to himself, picturing the typical bouncer's look in a rare moment of awareness of his style. Of course, he'd wear whatever he was given, if only out of respect for Rae's obvious distaste of him wearing only part of a shirt. Even if he thought her reaction a little much, he wasn't one to judge. He did wonder how she'd react if he was repulsed by her body though. What would she do if he asked her to put more clothes on?
It was immensely tempting for him to find an extremely gay man to help him out with that one.
He trudged on after Rae, keeping behind her for obvious reasons, and considered what she said.
"I couldn't accept money from you unless I was earnin' it," he said frankly. "But I could probably do some bar mindin' if you'd have me. I know my fair share about alcohol." He tactlessly avoided the subject of singing. His heart just wasn't in it. Maybe it'd never be, maybe it'd get better. Only time would tell. He'd never thought he'd sing again after his wife's accident, but that hadn't lasted long.
He stopped short and a look of concentration, and perhaps confusion, came to his face.
"...do you hear dogs?"
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 12, 2008 19:51:52 GMT -5
Of course he wouldn't take money from her because she offered. He had his pride, and Rae had anticipated that. Hence the job offer: a way out. And it sounded like it was going to work perfectly.
"Right, we'll get ye set oop then," Rae said, she turned to look at him, grinning slightly. As long as she looked up she wouldn't feel too bad. And he was a friend, of sorts, which meant she should at least try.
At the mention of dogs, Rae frowned, cocking her head to the side. Something sounded familiar, and she could have sworn she smelled a touch of canine on the wind. But it also could have been put there by the mention of them.
"I wouldna worry ta much aboot it," Rae said. Of course she would. A wolf wouldn't look odd in the middle of the woods. A dragon would.
"Still, wouldnae hurt ta speed oop a wee bit," she suggested, following through.
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Post by seamus on Nov 12, 2008 23:19:40 GMT -5
"Yeah..." Seamus said. though he didn't sound convinced, "I'm probably imaginin' it." But he couldn't quite shake the feeling. "You don't think someone saw us, do you?" However, he didn't wait for an answer to pick up the pace. If he'd stopped to really think about it, he'd have realized that no sane police officer was going to accuse either of them of being a dragon, but thinking under stress was not his strong point.
Of course, as they neared civilization, and thus roads, they also neared the police, and it wasn't long before a couple officers came into view, headed in the opposite direction. But it seemed that Seamus had been imagining things, because there were no dogs with them.
"Hey, what're you kids doing out here in the forest?"
Seamus froze, like a deer in headlights. He couldn't form words.
"We got a report from some hikers about a low-flying aircraft around here, scared the bejesus out of them. Said they saw a dragon or something, poor souls. Apparently it crashed some ways back. You see anything?"
Seamus looked about ready to die on the spot, but luckily for him, Officer Number Two was a music buff.
"Raelena St. Jowhn?" he said incredulously, with an unmistakably Southern drawl. "Wow, Ah nevuh thought Ah'd live to see the day! A real supahstah, right out he'ah in ahr humble forest." He poked his partner meaningfully, all smiles. "Ah mean, Ah know y'own that club and all, but I didn't think y'acshully hung 'round he'ah. Mah daughtah is a huge fan of yohs. Do yeh... D'yeh think I could git an ahtograph foh her?"
The way the man spoke, it was clear that the autograph was at least partially for his own pleasure as well.
Yes, I did have fun writing that accent. <<
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 12, 2008 23:41:09 GMT -5
"We were huntin' werewolves," Rae explained, grinning. Cops did little to scare her, especially since they had nothing on her at the moment. Though when the one started drawling, Rae started wincing. Fans were one thing, strange backwoods people that probably did strange things with Rae's picture were another. Though there was a chance this was just some poor homeboy who never expected to run directly into a rock star like this. Still, the accent made Rae cringe.
"Aye, tha' twould be me," she agreed. She rolled her eyes at Seamus, then continued. "I can sign someit fir ye, but ye goin' ta have ta supply it fir me. I'm fresh oot o' pens an' bits o' paper."
She waited, fully expecting the music buff to trip over himself to find something for her to sign with and on. While he did that, she looked at his partner.
"We were oot fir a wee bit o' a bloody walk when we 'eard a bit o' noise 'boot an aircraft or someit," she explained, "someone told us ta get th' f**k in th' bushes, an' who am I ta argue? I jus' wanted ta save me own skin. Th' lad jumped in wit' me, an' I disnae want ta leave him alone oot there."
She held out her hands for whatever it was would finally be offered as autographing tools.
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Post by seamus on Nov 13, 2008 13:51:16 GMT -5
The eye roll from Rae was what finally snapped him out of it.
"Yeah, I didn't even see the guy, but when someone tells you to get down, you generally get down."
The less able of the pair had indeed tripped over himself to find something to get an autograph on, cursing under his breath all the while at his stupidity, not thinking of that himself. In the end he settled for his ticket writing pen and his ticket paper, handing them both eagerly over to Rae with something akin to awe on his face. And while it may have been off-base to assume the man did strange things with pictures of the rockstar, one of her CDs did hold the place of honour among the family's collection, much to the chagrin of the mother (who thought Rae to be the definition of sinful).
But that's neither here nor there.
"Well alright then," said Officer Competent. "Can I get just your name, sir? We may need to call you in to the station for questioning, but you're free to go for now."
"Me name's Seamus O'Malley. I'm a singer too. Heard of the Homicidal Leprechauns?"
Both officers shook their heads.
"Yeah, figures..."
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 13, 2008 18:56:49 GMT -5
To form, Rae simply ignored the competent police officer, having long since learned that to best her best way of handling the law whenever it stuck its nose in her business. She took the ticket and pen, chuckling at the irony. Feeling particularly creative, she signed her name where the officer was supposed to sign, then wrote out the lyrics to one of her most controversial songs in the description.
This took a while, lasting through Seamus's fumbled explanation and the officer's questions. She had to chuckle at poor Seamus's attempt at garnishing some recognition. The rock star hadn't ever suffered like that, having been catapulted from nothingness to success without the usual hard steps in between. Still, she could imagine the pain.
"There ye go!" she practically chirped. She rubbed her hands down the side of her jeans and winked at officer fan, then turned to officer competent.
"We be free ta scoot, righ'? Cuz I be takin' this man ta m'bar fir a drink after tha'. I hope ye find someit," Rae nodded, then grabbed Seamus by the arm and started walking away, heading for the streets of Masonville.
"Ye need ta practice liein' more often," she recommended once they were out of the officers' hearing range, "it's ta useful o' a skill nae ta develop, 'specially fir a musician."
She shot Seamus a fierce grin.
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Post by seamus on Nov 15, 2008 19:38:04 GMT -5
"Yeah, lyin' isn't my strong point," he admitted, "but I consider that a good thing. I don't see how it could help me as a musician, either. It's only good for gettin' you out of trouble, and I usually avoid trouble in the first place."
He looked over his shoulder, where he could still make out the officers heading in the other direction.
"Key word in there bein' 'usually'."
He thought it odd, now that he paused to mull it over, that he had actually turned into a dragon and flown Rae here. It was very unlike him to do something so reckless, self-confessed coward he was. Then again, it was very unlike him to be a mopey wreck, too, and he's spent who knows how long doing that.
"Let's get some drink in me. I could use the numbing; I think I nearly wet myself in fear back there," he said with a smirk.recommend skip rest of walk 
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 15, 2008 20:54:31 GMT -5
OoC: did you want to do the drinking thing or sort of fade to black? Really I can't see a whole lot happening. Besides Rae snogging somebody while Seamus drinks a lot of free booze. o.o
"Ye have ta lie ta get goin'," Rae insisted. She rolled her eyes. "Tis how ye get ye rep started m'lad. Afta all, half th' thin' they say aboot me tain't true in th' slightest. But ye gotta take wha' ye can get. 'sides, I find tha' I always wind up in a wee spot o' trouble now an' again. Does me some good ta be able ta lie m'way oot o' it."
She chuckled darkly, remembering several times she'd had to do just that. It had turned her into a consummate liar, in fact. Then again.
"'sides, ye disnae have ta worry aboot foolin' lasses inta ye affections," added Rae. She waved in the general direction of Seamus's ring, the charms on her bracelet chiming with the motion.
"Now, we need ta proceed wit' th' numbin'," she agreed, kicking up her pace.
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