7515/PIXIES Slashed My TIRES. What The-

PIXIES Slashed My TIRES. What The-
Date of Scene:	24 August 2021
Location:	Angelo's Carriage House
Synopsis:	Either magic is real, or Cael is crazy. ...seems like a toss up, really.
Cast of Characters:	Cael Becker, Sara Pezzini

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Cael Becker has posed:
    It's late. Sure, everything went down at sunset - but by the time the authorities were done, and reports had been filed? The hours had ticked on. Plus, her bike needed new tires, and was considered 'evidence' for the moment. Cael calls an uber - gets it to stop at a liquor store - and makes it to Sara's place with two bottles of whiskey, and a back of Chex snack mix. Hardly haute cuisine but damn it, don't judge her tonight.
    She lets herself in, dropping her bag on the coffee table before going to the kitchen for glasses. She even gets extras incase Sara and Angelo are around!
    But either way, she intends to sit, and drink.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Angelo is working, the light was on in the living room, but Sara wasn't immediately visible. She as in the basement putting a load of laundry in and realizing that once again she needed to go shopping for some new suits for work, as she was down to two jackets, three shirts and a couple pairs of slacks. Witchblade was costly on clothing.

Hearing the door she pauses at the bottom of the stairs and listens. Whoever it was didn't break in, she would have heard that. They went into the kitchen, their foot steps on the ceiling went that way, and then back into the living room, onto the couch. Now she heads up the stairs, pausing for a moment at the top, one last time to listen and then, out into the main room.

"Cael?" She asks, surprised to see the woman. Heading to the couch she studies the woman. "You alright?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Pixies," Cael says simply as she pours one - and then another glass of whiskey. "Pixies slashed my tires. Or was it sprites? Fairies? Is there a fucking difference?" The question is rhetorical - but as she lifts the whiskey to her lips, she pauses, an uncertain look in her gaze. "Is there a difference?" Her gaze goes to Sara for a moment, before she abruptly knocked back the drink, and pours another.
    No. Cael is not alright tonight.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara drops herself onto the couch beside Cael. Yep, it was going to be one of those nights, she could feel it in her gut.

"There's a difference," she replies, then picks up the other glass of whiskey. "Fairies have butterfly wings and are larger than pixies that have dragonfly wings, which are larger than Sprites, that have insect wings."

She takes a sip of the whiskey, giving Cael a moment to think on that before she asks, "So one of those slashed your tires. What happened to lead to that?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    Well. Which was it? Honestly - she's not sure. She stares at her cup for a moment before remarking, "I really don't know. I was working on a drug bust for Organized Crime. Had some equipment set up to amplify voices, and scrub background noises. And I started hearing screams - from the Botanical Gardens. I went over the fence - and fuckin' pixies slashed my tires. And on the other side there's- people were getting attacked - killed. And there was this black... tendril that was grabbing people, and pulling them into the air, and dropping them. And this one guy, he just- the tendril grabbed him, and he was inside out. Guts raining down, and- God. God, Sara, what does that? How-"
    The look she gives the other woman is haunted. Some things can never be unseen - and that was one of them.
    "What does that?" She 'only' shoots back about half of her drink this time.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Oh boy, it was one of /those/ moment, when the things in the other worlds break through and wave their... tentacles. How do you explain to someone who doesn't even believe?

"Cael," she says softly, leaving her whiskey to sit in the glass in her hand. "Eldrich horrors are one such creature that it /could/ have been, but I can't know for certain. There are hundreds of magical creatures with tentacles, but only a few strong enough to break the barriers between realms and start..."

She stops, not wanting to repeat what this thing did, Cael is having enough troubles. Reaching over she lays her hand on the woman's shoulder, a gesture of comfort when there was nothing else. "Those are the things the Witchblade was create to fight," she finally says. "It is the very reason the two Primordial Gods of opposing forces, light and dark, good and evil, created the Witchblade. I /tried/ to warn you."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I don't know- it didn't look like... tentacles. It was more like... ribbons? Black ribbons?" She shakes her head before adding, "What the fuck was I supposed to do? I mean, you can't //shoot// fairies. Or ribbons. I- afterwards, there was this lady- in a try. Part of the tree. Her feet going out this way, her head and shoulders that way," she gestures with her hands - it doesn't connect to make a straight line. "Just what the hell is that shit? Fish people - sure. Super soldiers in tubes? Fine. Ladies in trees? What the hell?" She knocks back the remainder of her second glass.
    "Shit like this shouldn't happen. This... has to be some weird dream. Right?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara takes the empty glass from Cael, and passes her own to her for now. It's better if she stays sober, someone will need to see the soon to be drunk and passed out Cael to the guest room.

"I wish I could say it was as dream, but it's not." She taps the glass to let Cael know it's there, just in case she is that far lost in the whole thing. "You're right, things like this shouldn't happen. The boundaries between realities should be stronger, but for everyone good there is a bad, and there is always something bigger, stronger, and faster out there looking to make a name for itself. I can't tell you what this thing was tonight Cael, but I can tell you bullets work against fairies, if you can hit them."

She leaves her hand on Cael's shoulder as she turns her body more toward the woman. "Now come one, take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Let's go over this one thing at a time and get you past it."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "There were too many people. "I would've been firing into a crowd," Cael explains.
    Get her past it. She lets out a quiet, almost hysterical laugh, with no mirth to it. God, get her past it. Right. As if.
    "Over the wall... people were screaming, running, trampling each other... fairies were slashing them up. Trying to- they were going for their throats," she explains. "And then the tendrils started grabbing people... dropping them. I had to- I caught a few people." She shifts her shoulder uncomfortably, wincing in pain. "Not the easiest thing.
    "Then these plants started reaching out- grabbing me and this guy. I got us into this stone... pavillion, for safety. And people started popping out of fucking portals. And there was this metal... carving, image, of a woman with a little kid - I swear, a woman with a kid. And this guy ran up and touched it and he just... turned to dust. Oh, God, I should take a shower, he's probably still..."
    She's got people dust in her. //Shit//!
    "And this other guy he just- this... blackness came down. And hit him. And he just- cracked. And shattered. And then the stars were gone. I mean, not all of them, but like... a crack in the sky. Or just nothing. Gone."
    She takes a drink from the glass she was handed and repeats, "God. There's people dust in my hair."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
On the outside Sara looks calm, collected, but inside she was screaming. This was top level magic power, the sort that calls for supreme sorcerers and powerful wizards. They were out there, she knew it from listening to the past lives of Witchblade bearers. This was a shitstorm of magic that Cael already didn't believe in, dropped right in her lap.

"The world just got a lot bigger for you Cael," she offers quietly. "I don't know I can help. I know you did what you could, but you're right.... go take a shower. I'll get you a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, then you can drink more."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "That's- yeah. That's- Thanks, Sara," Cael agrees. She pushes herself to her feet, making her way to the bedroom she's used before, with its ensuite bathroom. She's not soon to return, as she concentrates on scrubbing pieces of John Constantine and Stephen Strange out of her hair. She didn't know who either of them were, and couldn't identify them by name. She hadn't understood at all what they had been doing. She just knew they were gone, obliterated from existance along with far too many lives.
    After a while, she sinks to the floor of the shower and cries, hugging at her legs.
    Eventually, she turns off the water, dries herself off, and slips out to the bedroom to find the clothes Sara left for her. She slips into them without a word and makes her way back out to the living room. She's definitely feeling the affects of the two- three? Three drinks by now.
    Good.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Going into her own room, Sara found a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt among the clean clothing, they might be hers, they could be Angelo's, doesn't matter... drawstring waist and baggy works for drinking in. Slipping into the guest room long enough to leave them on the end of the bed, she heads back out to the living room to pour a new glass of whiskey, and pour the bag of chex mix into a bowl to set on the coffee table, along with some cheese slices on a plate. For herself she makes a pot of coffee, which is done by the time Cael comes back out.

Fetching a cup, a splash of cream, a little sugar and she heads back to the couch. Sitting down, her head tilts for a moment and just as Cael emerges, the expression on Sara's face goes blank for about thirty seconds, then she shakes her self clear of whatever just happened.

"Feel a little better?" She asks. "Got you some cheese for with your chex mix."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Well. There's less dead-guy in my hair, so - that's got to be an improvement, right?" Cael answers as she approaches, dropping into a seat on the couch. "I- Sara, thanks. For-" She lets out a quiet laugh - one of those laughs that's almost all desperation, with no humor to it at all. "I just coudn't go home to an empty place tonight. Ya know?" She claims one of the pieces of cheese, eating it before she picks up the whiskey again.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara takes a drink of her coffee, then offers Cael a genuine, soft smile. "Cael, you are /always/ welcome here," she comments with that smile. "Good, bad, just a day, you can always come here."

She sits back more on the couch. "You were there for me when I had my brain guest, I'll always be here for you. That's what real friends are for."

Now she looks more directly at Cael, not wanting to bring up anything else, but ready for Cael to talk more if she needs to. "Get some more cheese in you, whiskey goes well with chedder."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Yeah, well... I still appreciate it," Cael answers. "For all I know - you've got an early morning tomorrow." She takes another piece of cheese before adding, "Please tell me you don't have an early morning tomorrow." She'd feel awful.
    The cheese is eaten, and followed up by more of the whiskey. For now - she doesn't seem too interested in bringing up what she saw. Not yet, anyways.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A quiet chuckle is offered while Sara shakes her head.

"I'm actually off tomorrow," she replies, taking another sip of her coffee. "I had intended to go in tomorrow afternoon and check a couple of files, but no early morning for me."

She considers now, looking at the coffee in her cup. "I may have more information for you tomorrow morning, about all this. Witchblade usually shows me things in my dreams, but there's something familiar and he really wanted to drop hints, that's what the blank stare was."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Ah. Well..." Cael is silent a moment, starting at her glass of whiskey. "I went in there to save lives. Maybe I managed that - I don't know. But I- taking on a case like that?" She shakes her head. "What good can I do? What do I know about... any of this? There's- whatever happened, whatever that was, there's other people more qualified to- I don't know. I don't even know."
    She doe sknow she wants nothing else to do with that thing.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara nods slowly, letting her breath out slowly. "It's probably better that you don't follow up on this, you're right."

Leaning forward she picks up a piece of cheese, "You saved lives, you helped, it may not be immediately obvious, but you did. Sometimes it's just one life..." she looks off toward the back of the house, not really looking at anything but focusing on something not there, or that's what it looks like. "... one life. If that's all you saved Cael, you did you your job, and you can bet you did that much."

Turning her head back to look at Cael, she smiles again, "This isn't the sort of case that the NYPD or the FBI should deal with."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "No fuckin' kiddin'," Cael agrees quietly. "But who do we give it to instead? SHIELD? The Avengers?" she asks, letting out a sigh. Either is - technically - still her jurisdiction. But she genuinely wants nothing more to do with this case - even if either or both of those entities pick up the job.
    She nibbles on another piece of cheese, then knocks back some more of her whiskey before asking, "Have you ever heard of a case anything like this one? See anything like- at //all// like this?" she asks, letting out a frustrated sigh.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara nibbles on the piece of cheese she took, once again lost in her thoughts and likely a conversation with Witchblade at the same time.

"Black ribbons," she repeats. "See, that seems familiar to Witchblade, but not to me, but again... we're talking about the memories of hundreds of previous hosts here. Any one of them could have been the one to see this and thus make it familiar, but I can't just recall their memories like my own. They come in my sleep, which is why maybe tomorrow morning I'll know more."

The chestnut haired detective sighs softly, shaking her head every so slightly. "SHIELD's WAND department /might/ be who you should talk to. The Avengers have Wanda, but I don't know if this is the same sort of magic she uses or if she would be of any help. Honestly, this is better in the hands of true magic users. I can put out some feelers, see if I can rouse up some help."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Yeah... I guess," Cael says uncertainly. //Magic users//. That still sounds... strange. And wrong. Magic can't be real. It can't be! And yet...
    "I told you about the relief, yeah? It had this - woman, and this little child. And the guy touched it, and- turned to dust. And when I looked at it again it was... different. I mean, I saw it moving. The woman turned into an owl, and then an old woman, and then a pregnant woman. The little kids was just... gone. There was a wolf, instead. Howling."
    She looks at her whiskey before remarking, "I sound crazy. I sound like I'm tripping balls. Honestly - I'll feel better if I read the news tomorrow morning and none of this happened. God, wouldn't that be nice?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Reaching over Sara lays her hand on Cael's, "You may think you sound crazy, but to me you don't. Sure, there's people out there that have no fucking clue, no way they could hear what you just said and not think you're crazy." She pats her hand. "You are /not/ crazy. You may have just had everything you believe in thrown back in your face, but you are /not crazy."

She takes her hand back, not wanting to invade too much on her friend. "It sounds like it was a trap, specifically designed to lure out those of magic. Where did the fairies come from? Where they just there, or did they come through a rift?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I don't know. What makes more sense - that I'm friends with Captain America, part of some weird government agency named SHIELD, hang out with a lady whose bracelet becomes armor, and saw a bunch of fairies, weird black ribbons, and a shifting metal carving murder a bunch of people? Or that I'm crazy?" she asks, letting out a sigh. She doesn't seem to have been bothered by the contact, however.
    She finishes off her fourth whiskey, and then her piece of cheese, setting down her empty glass. "I have no idea where the little monsters came from. By the time I got there... they were just there. They were //everywhere//."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara nods, taking note of that. The Fae are usually particular with who they associate, but Pixies generally weren't. Did it really matter? There were no answers to be had from this, she didn't have enough information and no way to gain more. It would all ahve to wait until they dreams, and the possibility that one of the previous hosts knew something.

Taking another drink of her coffee, she sets the cup down. "You want to know what makes sense Cael," she states rather firmly. "This world is full of all kinds of things, some you know, some you don't, and tomorrow you very well may learn about something else that seems impossible... but when push comes to shove, at the end of the day, you've got me, and you aren't crazy."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Yeah. ...maybe. But I could use a //week// without something crazy. You know? A week. Just... I mean. A break, you know?"
    She'll have another glass of whiskey before she's helped to the spare room by Sara, and tucked into bed with a glass of water by the bedside table. Any attempt by Sara to keep her company for the night is firmly rebuffed.
    "Fucking pixies, man. They slashed my tires..." is the last thing she murmurs as Sara leaves the room.
    Yeah. She's really hung up on that. It's just not cool.