12148/Inviting Trickery

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Inviting Trickery
Date of Scene: 25 July 2022
Location: Mercy's Garage
Synopsis: Mercy gets a visit from Sprite as they talk about shared projects for the future, and their lives in the past.
Cast of Characters: Mercy Thompson, Sprite




Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Sundays are almost always Mercy's off days. She goes to Church often, and maybe does work on her own fun cars. She has a busy week coming up and thought she should have some fun. That said she cleaned up, even did some house cleaning and called up Sprite to invite her over. Also to ask if Sprite has a favorite cookie flavor. She figures they can use the topic of the upcoming car project to get to know each other and maybe go out and do something if the mood takes them. Either way Mercy is in her home, the garage closed and dark, and her modest TV has some old reruns of Scoobie-doo playing as she does some last moment clean up in the kitchen.

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite makes her way over to Mercy's garage. Favorite cookie flavor is chocolate chip, of course. Other people may prefer other types of cookies. Those people are wrong. She makes her way over, surprised to be contacted before the car is done, and knocks at the door as she arrives.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "That's our company," says Mercy to her no tail cat. She will set the plate out of fairly fresh from the oven chocolate chip cookies. The kind with real bitter sweet chocolate not that sugar on sugar on sugar kind. She moves to open the door once her nose tells her it's Sprite, assuming that isn't being tricked. "Hi Sprite," stepping back to invite the 'young' woman in. "Do do you like whole milk I trust? Because that's what I got to go with the cookies." Mercy motions to the modest home and there cookies on the plate on her small kitchen table.

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite isn't bothering to hide herself with illusions right now. The teen-looking woman grins. "Of course. Milk's never been the same since they started the whole homogenization thing. But whole beats any other option usually available." She smiles. "You made cookies. I'm not sure if I should be flattered or huffy."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I grew up in some pretty isolated area, so I had milk from the farm as it were. I know what you mean. I remember when I found some and a young guy asked if my milk was bad because of the cream cap." Mercy will go and get a glass to pour Sprite a nice tall glass of it to go with her cookies. "Why would you be huffy about cookies?! Besides I figure it be something I could do as we talk. Your car's arriving at my shop tomorrow, and I can start tearing into it. That said we need to figure out how much you were wanting to trick it out." She laughs, "and make sure we get an engine that turns the right way. Or else you'll do 150 in reverse and twenty going forward!"

Sprite has posed:
    "Because people love to treat me like a child. And giving the kid milk and cookies can be...yeah." The Eternal rolls her eyes. "Yes, I would hope that you make sure my car goes forward correctly." She grins. "And that's cool. I was surprised to hear from you before it was done."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Umm. Look at my kitchen. I make myself cookie all the time! I like to bake," says Mercy. "This had nothing to do with your looks or anything like that, Sprite." She shakes her head and says, "Sorry. It took a bit to get the car here because I wanted to go over it first. And then I got a lot of parts to order. I have been looking into yards and stuff for parts. I also been really busy of late." Sitting down after turning her chair to be backwards, leaning against the back of it she snatches a cookie. It's still warm with that ooey gooey softness as she bites into it. "So I guess I want to know how big an engine do you want in it. Do you favor top speed or acceleration and stuff like that."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite grins. "Don't stress it. I wasn't doing anything else anyway." She moves over, and sits. Then dunks a cookie and takes a bite. "Honestly, I'm looking for something unique. A talking point, as much as anything else. So do something that will be exciting. Do something that would make /you/ stop and boggle and be impressed."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Okay. So more a talking point and exciting. I think I can get you that. You may need someone to do the paintjob or I may sub that out to someone else." Mercy is grinning because she likes talking about cars and wants to try and wow someone like Sprite. If this woman is what she says she is, and why lie?! Then it's a real feather in her cap if she can out do the woman's expectations. "So custom hood, an engine swap, I bet I could even work it so with the smaller frame and the hood design to alter the sound of the engine. Least roar and growl and more...light speed angry hornet?"

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite gives a grin. "That sounds like a good description of me. Light speed angry hornet. Sure! That works great." Her eyes glitter with mischevious delight. "I'm sure you know someone good to do the paint. Or wrap. Or whatever it is they do with cars these days." She finishes off the current cookie. "Something that will make people stare."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I'll see what I can work up for you. Especially for what you offered to pay." Mercy herself doesn't normally do wraps but if you're going to do it, this may be a car to try it on. "Something to get noticed and let the world know you mean business. I think I can do that. You got a budget you want me to keep under. I won't just bloat the price, that isn't my style. I have to stand behind my work after all." She eats another cookie, but Mercy is a lot more animated then usual as she talks about what she can do on this job.

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite grins a little. "I don't. Money is /literally/ no object here." She smirks faintly. "I know you wouldn't. But definitely give yourself a good payday on it; you deserve that." The ginger seems to think it's mildly funny. "Make it a job to remember."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy jokes, "I want that life." Not sounding serious but maybe a little bit. She shakes her head, "How woudl you know if I deserve it though?! But I will definitely make it a job to remember. Hmm if I go with a slight smaller engine it may have more room for electronics." Depending on how much Sprite is peeking she can likely see a lot of ideas are forming in Mercy's mind. "Think we could set up an expense account then. You put in funds and I'll use those to pay for my work and the car or the parts. Do that and maybe answer the rare question then wait for me to deliver it."

Sprite has posed:
    "It gets boring." Sprite admits. "And you deserve it for having to deal with me as a client. It's not like I'm giving you exact instructions. More like waving my hand vaguely in a direction and going "Make it cooler." She nods. "It's Sunday; I'll call up a bank tomorrow and get the account set up and get you access to it. I've got a couple thousand on me currently if that helps."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy waves off the mention of money, "No we can use an account. I get I work on classic cars and hate paperwork. But I think I can use an expense account." Mercy grins and doesn't seem to mind the vague directions. "I just hope you don't get made at me and exact historic wroth upon me in retaliation. Though the cookies may be a bribe for that some." Mercy tips her head a bit to one side watching her guest. "I have to say, I love that I live in a world where I can meet a flying alien, an ancient teen ager who wants a super car, and more in the same month. I keep waiting for some fanatic to wreck my good luck and shoot me with silver so something stupid."

Sprite has posed:
    "I can fly too if it helps." Sprite says, nonchalantly, as she scarfs another cookie. "Besides, you'd have to do A LOT worse for historic wroth. About my worst personal bit was giving someone a donkey's head and that was just hilarious."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "You can?! So like just float up or do you do the wings thing?" Mercy doesn't seem to have a shred of disbelief. Then she narrows her eyes, "you trying to tell me that Midsummer's Night Dream is more accurate then most would think, Puck?" Yeah she knows the story. Knows it pretty well actual. "I'd believe it, and freely admit I wondered about some of Shakespeare's friends given the stories. So wait.... then who is Titania then?!"

Sprite has posed:
    "Of course. Bill Shakespeare was hilarious. And another friend." Sprite flies up out of her chair, her attire changing into the classic Peter Pan outfit. "Oh, come on. Me flying is legendary! All you need is faith and trust." She quips, doing a brief mid-air somersault.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "What no pixie-dust," finishes Mercy with the line as she laughs. "Besides I don't think of you as a boy with his baby teeth, Sprite. You're too feminine for that view for me right now. Even if it is true." She looks over at how Sprite flies in the air. "You do realize if I went to Neverland the Lost Boys would be constantly trying to murder me right?"

Sprite has posed:
    "Actually, the pixie dust wasn't in the original performance. Barrie added it because too many kids were trying to jump out windows." She hmphs. "And people mistake me for a boy all the time, unfortunately, dammit." She lands, shifting appearance back to normal. "Just because I'm not jiggling all over the place."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy taps her nose and says, "you don't smell like a boy. I use my nose a lot, Sprite. So I met you as a girl, in a little black dress that looked great on you, after you been clubbing all night. So that cemented my view of you pretty firmly." Mercy can't help but laugh, leaning back from her chair. "Look at me! I'm the anti-jiggle girl here. I mean yeah I wear sports bras a lot, they snag less if I have to change my form. But still, I'm hardly a stacked babe." Seems team A-cup angst is strong tonight.

Sprite has posed:
    Of course, it's Sprite. She uses her illusion powers, and to Mercy's senses, she sees herself develop a Power-Girl-worthy figure all of a sudden. She knows Mercy has heightened senses, so she goes to extra effort to have it match up all her senses. "You were saying?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    That makes Mercy gape in shock and look down at herself. "Wait... how can I smell my chest?!" She shakes her head as if to clear it and keeps staring down at herself. "So that's what having cleavage looks like. Neat!" She looks over at Sprite, "glad to have that experience," she just can't say 'thank you' to someone who's so Fae like. Seems dangerous to Mercy. "Though I can't imagine working on cars with THESE," Mercy will even try to cup them. "I'd not fit under half of them," laughing at the absurdity of the idea.!

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite grins a little. "But it would be hilarious to watch you trying." They hold up to touch too, or at least, to Mercy's perceptions as a sense of touch. "Probably not as effective, though. I always thought they'd get in the way. Even if I grumble about my own lack of."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Okay the fact I can FEEL them is really wild. But if you gave a guy a donkey head I can't be too shocked. But knowing and experiencing are different." She frowns and says, "I don't feel the tingle of 'magic' to it really either. Which is both interesting and a touch scary." But that thought is chased away by a new cookie and then Mercy may get the 'joy' of experiencing crumbs on cleavage. "I got to agree with you there. I mean I an admire beauty but a woman doesn't need to be large to be pretty, nor is she fat if she does have them." Mercy shrugs then laughs at the motion it causes so she does it again. "I'm usually pretty happy with who and what I am."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite grins, and lets the illusion dissolve in a shower of golden sparkles that...yes, bear more than passing resemblance to pixie dust. "I despise the way the modern world chooses to treat me." She shakes her head. "It pisses me the hell off."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Okay that was cool! I'm so going to a club sometime to see you cut loose! You know if I ever set foot in a club." Mercy is a dull early to bed kind of girl most nights. She looks over at Sprite and pauses to think about what is really being said. "Yeah. I mean I may have studied history. But even as short as fifty years ago or so, someone who looks your age would be an adult. It's only been the last half century or so where it's like we're aging slower or saying you have to be older. Which is dumb." Mercy motions to herself, "I was able to do a hell of a lot more then most think when I was only a teenager. I mean sure I'm wiser now, but I wasn't a total idiot then."

Sprite has posed:
    The ginger looks amused. "Yes. A hundred years ago, I would have been an adult. 200 years ago, I would have been expected to be married. Now? I have people nagging me about why I'm not in school and where my parents are." Sprite rolls her eyes. "It gets very old, very fast."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy makes a small face a the subject of marriage. "I wish I could claim to understand, but I so cannot. By the way, love the effects of the sparkles when you undid what you did." Mercy flutters her fingers near her chest to simulate the shower of sparkles that was there earlier. "So other then age woes, are there any other topics I should not ask about? Or should I just bother you about 'who was Tinker Bell' and ask you to crow?"

Sprite has posed:
    "Oh, you can ask. I'll either answer, or tell you to piss off." Sprite says, matter-of-factly." She looks over her shoulder, as the flittering form of Tinker Bell appears, looking more realistic than the Disney version, chiming a bit as she lands on Sprite's shoulder.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "So she was just a friend you made up," Mercy nods and Sprite can tell someone is taking mental notes. "That's super trippy, and would likely send a lot of little girls into squealing fits." She picks up a cookie to dunk it while they talk so it soaks up the milk. "So what was the favorite place you have gotten to live in?"

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite looks thoughtful. "/Favorite/? Wow. I've had lots of favorites over the centuries. Paris is gorgeous. But if you ask me, Babylon will always have a warm spot in my heart." She takes another cookie, offering a bite to Tink, who takes it. "Things were a lot newer then, and a lot smaller."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy takes a bite of her cookie and almost offers some to Tinker Bell out of reflex because of past experience with faerie only to Sprite actually doing that. It makes her smile wider and watches the little one nom on the cookie bit. "I can only imagine what those big cities were like back then. When roads had to fit many carts but were mostly for people. The way stone would echo things over wood or concrete." Mercy points a cookie bite at Sprite, "Hopefully smaller won't be a problem for the car I'm going to make for you. It won't be the biggest thing on the street. But I'll give it the biggest attitude by far. I promise that."

Sprite has posed:
    "Why imagine?" Sprite spreads her arm, in a sweeping wave. And they're in Babylon. The warm desert air. The smells of cooking food. The sounds of the crowd. Their table, at a small sort of cafe. People milling all around, going about their business. "Good things come in small packages. And so does a lot of attitude." she grins.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    The sudden shift in senses, especially scent makes Mercy's eyes fly wide and open. She shifts her head this way and that as she tries to get her bearings in the sudden change. "Oh wow!" She can't help but keep turning and looking around. "So you um..." Mercy's thoughts and questions failing her as the History student just takes it all in. "Just, wow," Mercy repeats!

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite looks amused. "So I um what?" She asks, looking around. "It was nice." She says, pleased. "Don't get me wrong. The modern world has a lot of wonderful things. But there was definitely a charm."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy is still just looking all over, Sprite can see the mechanic's ears subtly twitching and nose sniffing. She's trying to take it all in. "It's beautiful, Sprite. I just am trying to make the life that is you to fit with this. The young woman who clubbed all night, now here where there's no car sounds. What gets me is how you're making the scents." She motions to herself as Mercy turn to Sprite, "live as much by my nose as I do my eyes. I can't see something to say I'm NOT standing in a city from four thousand years ago."

Sprite has posed:
    "I'm replicating what was actually there." Sprite explains. "And I am the expert. My people each specialize in a different area. Mine is illusion." She looks around.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "They're amazing. Just like I believed my chest enhancement you showed me," laughs Mercy. "I could spend hours studying this and seeing how you saw this world and time." She looks over and has to ask, "Do you like modern or old languages better?" She also has to ask, "Did you spend time with the Native People of this land at all?"

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite nods. "I did. Are you kidding? As many stories as they have of tricksters? Of COURSE I did. We were down in Tenochtilan for a while, and I came north after that."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I was thinking more of my father's people. It's not been easy for me to learn about him. Pretty much I know he was Blackfeet but that's not saying much. I look too 'white' in my features to really be one of the People." Mercy laughs and says, "You have any idea how often I get mistaken as a Mexican woman? So tell me one of your favorite stories. Please?"

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite considers, looking at Mercy. "These days, almost everyone looks mixed. Because almost everyone is, to one extent or another."

    She considers, and then tells a Babylonian myth, since they're looking at Babylon. "The first gods are Apsu and Tiamat. Apsu is the god of freshwater, and Tiamat is the goddess of primordial chaos and saltwater. Apsu and Tiamat give birth to the younger gods, including Enki. However, the younger gods annoyed and distracted Apsu by preventing his sleep. Apsu decided to consult his vizier about his troubles and concluded he needed to kill his god-children. Tiamat overhears this and decides to warn her son, Enki."

    Sprite illustrates this all, with illusory images of a regal form clad in flowing water, and a woman who looks like some kind of draconic creature more than a woman. The draconic creature warns Enki, who looks...well, more than a little like a boy version of Sprite.

    "Enki considers various possible plans and outcomes amongst the other younger gods but eventually settles on putting his father into a deep sleep and then killing him. Tiamat does not imagine this would happen and is horrified by the outcome and disowns her children. A war erupts, Tiamat raises an army of the old gods led by Quingu. The younger gods are consistently defeated in battle by the older gods because of their disorganization, and they begin to lose hope."

    More images, of battle between various god-beings, some of them truly huge and vast.

    "Marduk is one of Enki's sons and comes forward proclaiming he can lead them to victory. Marduk and Quingu met in single combat, and Marduk came out victorious. Marduk fires an arrow into Tiamat, which splits her in two. Her body was used to create the Earth by Marduk after consulting Enki, and her tears became the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. Consulting with Enki again, Quingu and the other gods who sided with Tiamat were executed, and their remains were used to create human beings."

    Sprite's illusions fade, first the story, and then Babylon, returning them back to the garage.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy may as well be eight again. She sits there, eyes wide and ears listening as she watches it all! No interruptions, no questions, likely the quietest Mercy has been when awake for a long time. Being back in Mercy's small and modest home feels even more tiny after this story and holding a long lost civilization. "You got a good voice for stories, Sprite." Smiling over at the woman. "Than," cutting herself off as her habit of dealing with fae stop her from saying thanks. "I really appreciate it."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite smiles. "Well, that was my job. Telling stories, myths, all that." The ginger moves to stand. "But, I should let you get back to work." She winks. "After all, it's my car you're working on!"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "It is. And I have a lot of ideas. You want to take some cookies with you?" Mercy stands up and will get ready to see about seeing Sprite to the door and then maybe getting her some cookies if they are wanted. "I'll need probably at least a month to work on your car. Lots to do and things to see about getting it done right."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite smiles, and will snag a couple cookies. "Sounds good. I'll keep in touch. I enjoy chatting with you. You're one of the few friends I've made in this modern age." She answers. "Till next time?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "You can count on it. You know where I am if you get any questions and feel free to stop by any time." Mercy is all smiles and can't wait to get to the shop, "Take care of yourself Sprite and you may regret calling me a friend. I bring trouble and you can't get rid of me so easily." Waving from the door after Sprite leaves to close up.