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|Date of Scene=2021/10/13
|Location=Candle, Booke and Belle
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|Cast of Characters=2314,2156
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:2314|Nettie Crowe (2314)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tynan would awake at some point, later on in the night, wrapped up in a blanket, with a TV tray next to her. The TV tray has a shot of whiskey, a scone, and a steaming hot cup of tea. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The shop, otherwise, is dark. Everyone is gone, and save for the odd whiff of gin and rosemary, it seems the owner of the shop has also retired.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty stirs a little bit. Her eyes are still a bit on the blurred side of things as she rubs the blanket a bit. Oh, thats not fun! She hisses a bit as some of the charred skin comes off. The young merc rubs her arms a bit, and sees a lot of pink fresh skin before rubbing her eyes. IT STINGS doing this. The woman feels a bit of the steam coming from the tea, and sniffs it. Her hands finds the shot of whiskey, and she sniffs it a bit before taking a small sip. She puts it next to the tea. Lastly, she feels the scone, and hesitatly puts it to her mouth, nibbling it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty takes a moment to stretch, which causes more of the charred parts to crack and peel. She hisses a moment before taking the shot of whiskey. The woman rubs her forehead though, not quite up to speed as to what happend. "Did I pass out in the field? No...I wouldn't have whiskey if that happend. Just what the f*** was up with that dream though..."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2314|Nettie Crowe (2314)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Good morning, Kitten." Comes Nettie's voice, and the witch is sitting *ABOVE* Ty. On a shelf! She's watching Ty with a not quite sympathetic expression, her fingers curled around a bottle -- which explains the smell of pine hanging around the place. She looks momentarily lost in thought, and her lips purse. She twists her hand, and looks at her wrist a moment "It's about three AM. Did you sleep all right?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty blinks a few times. 3 am? Is there work that she was sopposed to be doing at the moment? A planned attack? Her head is still a bit fuzzy about things as she shakes it clear. She rubs her eyes more, spilling a little more charred skin, and her vision is getting better.Ty groggily groans. "Just tell me the position of the enemy, and I'll set up...after a potty break.", she says, shaking her head to deal with that annoying buzz. She gets up, and turns....right into a chair, and falls over..."Ow...Ok...where am I?", she says, adjusting a little bit.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2314|Nettie Crowe (2314)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You're in the Candle, Booke and Bell shop. You hit on one of my wards after breaking a bit of a promise." Nettie refreshes Ty's memory. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Apparently, you tried to defend yourself. Mairin was a bit sparse on the details, but it involved an old Seeing Eye ward." she rattles her bottle a moment, and gives a frown. The gin is gone. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Why is the gin always gone? <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do you know..." Nettie begins, and she seems to float down from where she was perched, getting closer "how... extremely... stupidly dangerous... it is to break your bonds in here?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty rubs her head a little bit. Nettie doesn't fly does she? Ty shakes her head a bit. She swats it a little, and it starts to become more clear. "What I remember was that I was hurting pretty good, opened up a small portal to pull out some pain killers. A couple of minutes later, I was dodging something that tried to grab me, and I freaked out...Must of gathered energy for an assult.", she mutters a bit. The woman tries to jump start her head a little bit. She's still working on the morning parts of being a merc, while still being the lazy napping young adult she is.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I didn't know that getting pain killers out would summon demons. Figured you'd be more pissed if I was pulling out weapons...", she says.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2314|Nettie Crowe (2314)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You opened a portal, after being told not to." Nettie replies. And once she reaches the floor, in the darkness, Tynan would be able to see it -- A BROOM. She was floating on a BROOM! Nettie gives a soft huff, and she gives a muttered curse word and tells the room to stop moving. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"They just scare you a bit. I created it back in the seventies. 'Twas an odd time for certain, after turning a hundred or so your humour chenges." she mumbles. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And at the apothecarium, she begins to pull ingredients together, her hands moving steadily in spite of her weaving. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The last I had students, if I told them to stand in a corner, they stood. No talk back, none of this crying about..." she mumbles "... shouldn't have done it. I'm a bit of a stupid shite. Johnny's got a bit of sunshine, and Zatanna on his phone, an' an angel in his back pocket and the Devil in his front--" she trails off, and she takes her fatherings over to the tea bar. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"-- well, come on. I'll take care of the burns an' get you a bit woken up." she states. "I'd offer you a hand up -- but you wouldn't like it." she murmurs quietly.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, these are already healed.", she says. Ty takes a moment to place her hand on her shoulder, and take a deep breath. She just...skims her hand down her arm very fast, catching just under the burns, and straight peeling them off. The woman screams for a second before breathing heavily. The skin there is pink and semi raw. Ty starts to flex her fingers before she puts her other hand on her shoulder, and starts to take several deep breathes. "Either way, a broom? Where the vaccums already taken?", she asks. "Or too high end?", Ty snarks. One can tell its mostly the pain talking cause she's gritting her teeth a bit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What did Mairin do this time?", she asks. THe woman does the same process again, only this time, falling back on her rear, tears in her eyes. Basically, take ripping off a stuck bandaid...and imagine that about 100 times worse.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2314|Nettie Crowe (2314)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... I see." Nettie states, looking over Tynan as she pulls the burnt skin off. She narrows her eyes a moment, and she returns with a tincture, and she offers the cup -- on a white saucer -- to Ty. The liquid inside is dark, and smells a bit like floral and the feeling of velvet. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"For the pain. Least I can do." she states stiffly, and she looks back to the broom. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;" I've had that broom for close to a hundred and fifty years." she states quietly, and she reaches it, brushing her fingers over the handle quietly. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"She defended you." Nettie replies, turning her gaze to Tynan. "Be a little gentle on the poor bunny. Couldn't have been easy to stand up to me, with Zatanna behind me an' John Constantine upstairs... not that the names mean much ... dear God, Addie what did I do."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty sips the tincture. She stretches a little bit, feeling the new skin out. It sucks when she pushes herself that hard. A part of her wants to go to a doctor, but knows its useless. The woman shakes her head a little bit. "Aye, she grew up in a gentle world, but I didn't. I made a f*** up, and got bitten. When I went to save her, I had guns pointed at me, I had my gun out, but couldn't really shoot. She was inside the cone, focused on fixing a giant version of Emily.", the woman tells.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mairin doesn't understand a lot of things. She's used to being the smartest person in the area. She's mad cause she doesn't understand what she does, and it frustrates her cause she doesn't understand things.", Ty says. The woman sighs as she sips a bit more. "She probably gets mad when she's called a bunny, since in her world, thats a fairly negative term to her.", Ty tells.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Meanwhile, I've been called, Puppy, Fish, Little Cub. All sorts of things. I just have to remember, all those things grow up to be rather nasty pieces of work, in time.", she tells. "Still kinda bites to have to be defended though. I should have known better.", Ty says.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2314|Nettie Crowe (2314)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"A bunny. Something a magician pulls out of a house when needed." Nettie answers back, and she leans her head back a little bit, her eyes closing, and she brings her fingers up, and pinches her nose. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I am positively furious. Don't let..." she brings a hand up, and circles her own countence "this fool you. Mostly at myself, yes, but a good deal at the two of you. I leave you for fifteen minutes to discuss something with John, and I come back to the smell of charred flesh and a pissed off Mairin. I have half a mind to just... stop. I shouldn't have started, and in that I fear I have already failed the both of you." Nettie reflects. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... you were accosted by one of my eyes and some left-over crableg pieces from a party before you were born, kitten. I'm surprised they were strong enough to take on Emily."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty shakes her head a little bit. "A spot of coffee?", she asks. THe woman takes a deep breath as she settles her mind. "Ok, to her, a bunny could also mean a girl whose only use is well...yeah, not for their brains lets say.", the merc says. Ty rubs the back of her neck. "I activated my mutant ability. Price of power. I pull energy inside me, focus it on my fingers, and rip open some space to get to my stuff. I keep all my stuff in there. I gather a little in my eyes to look inside a bit to see inside of it.", she tells.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mairin has a taste of stuff. She would just hunt others down. Me? I'm a soldier, plain and simple. I get up, walk onto the battlefield, and pray I come back.", she tells. "I'm not foolish enough to think I'm invincble. Thats Superman and the likes. I just ask myself two questions, every time I wake up."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2314|Nettie Crowe (2314)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Don't keep it. Not much of a coffee drinker. Over-fancy burnt bean juice." Nettie states with a small smile, and she sits down, on the floor near Ty. She opens a cloth pack of hand-rolled cigarettes, and lights one with a little silver lighter. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she makes a face. "Ugh. No, that's not... at all what I was going for." she scowls. "Giving pet names helps protect you. That way if I have to call your name to get attention, I'm not using real names. I'm warded, thanks be to Solomon and some of his antecestors --" Nettie knows that's not the right word, and she breathes out in a huff. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"All right, lay it on me, little sister -- what two questions do you ask yourself?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tynan closes her eyes, and breathes a little bit. Her eyes open, and its not the young woman that Nettie is used to. Cold hard eyes of somebody whose job is to end lives. Somebody whose ready to go to war with whatever may be. "Death will come to us all. Thats a certainity. You can't change that fact. When I wake up in the morning, the questions are simple yet complex. How will I die, and For what will I die for?", she tells. The woman watches Nettie a little bit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fearing that I will die, means fearing what is on the other side. Am I of the Light, or of the Darkness. When the time comes, I hope that what I have done will be the seeds to grow in others, and their deeds will carry it forward. I don't want to create only death. Again, I'm not stupid enough to think that I'm never going to get hurt. I already know that. And I accept it. But I'm not going to die stupid. And I'm sure has hell not going to die to some damn crab legs that should have turn to shite a century go.", she tells.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Now, I'm going to be frank. Stop wigging out, get off your arse, and get to work. We're going to make stupid mistakes cause we don't know shite about magic. I'm still trying to figure out how practical it'll be. If my teacher is doubting what she can do, then whats the f***ing point when I have a .50 bmg that solves a damn lot of problems.", Ty says. The woman is kinda hoping to light a fire under Nettie. Then again, it could just piss Nettie off even more...Ty knows she's taking a risk with this.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2314|Nettie Crowe (2314)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nettie's only response to Tynan's digs is a gentle smile. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"My dear," she breathes out quietly, gin heavy on her breath, "I have the skulls of all of my students who have fallen, because I hadn't tought them one thing or another. After John got his girl, I thought maybe I should try again. But... heh... a college brilliant and a Madripoor mercenary are not... what I thought I would get." she gives a small, sad smile. She tilts her head back. "An' you're right. Your guns solve a world of problems. Your powers, too. Really, what ocould a washed up witch like me really have to teach anyone?" she gives a small fit of laughter. Or it might be a sob. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"My last group of students... half of them were killed by Nazis. The others I wiped their memories of ever having known who I was. The ones I lost went on and had many fat, happy babies in the survivor's minds... but I carry them all. To the one. It all starts with a sense of wonder, the endless possibilities. And then the price of magic sets in. What I've had to pay for mine seems so minute, until you see it for what it really is." she remarks quietly, and she looks at the empty gin bottle. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's three am, poppet. Only thing, really, I should be doin' is getting myself to at least the couch."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty shakes her head a bit as she leans back. "You want to compare different people and times. You wanted to find prodigies, and people who could learn things easily. You wanted simple, pretty little diamonds you could set. Sorry, but you got rocks. You know what rocks are good for? Making f***ing gods bleed, cause nobody expects anything from a rock. Not until it smashes something in the face.", she tells. Ty shakes her head. "I'll give ya a few days to rest up. I'm going to do a job, go chill for a second, and the come back.", she says.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2314|Nettie Crowe (2314)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... Kitten, my last students were nurses and WAC in World War Two." Nettie states, and she goes again to sip at the empty bottle, looks at the bottle, and then she just sighs. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do as you like, Ty." she states in a mirthless manner. "... and diamonds /are/ rocks. Just get shiny under preassure, yeah?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah, ok. That was 80 years ago.", she says. There's a bit of an annoyed tone to Ty as she starts to head out. "I'm just a trigger puller. Thats all anyone thinks of me as. All I'm good for.", she says. The woman hops on her bike, and heads off. She has her own thinking to do.<br> <br>
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