[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Aaron Corrion]

Tom Kaurismaki, Christine
Dreamspeaker Mage, Orphan Mage
St. Bridget's, after 1 am

(OOC: Do I have to write JOINT POST too?)


>
> [Christine]
> The strange guy's uncertain, slightly embarrassed tone
> sounds genuine. Once again Christine feels confused by
> the mixed evidence. Clearly he isn't a regular kind of
> person, exactly. But then, neither is Bellamy.
> Neither, as it happens, is she.
>
> As the ferret turns its attention to her, Christine
> finds it unnervingly hard to know which observer to
> lock eyes with. The moment's disorientation
> intensifies all of a sudden into a by now familiar
> sensation of spinning and falling. Like being drunk
> without any of the good bits. Christine's pallor
> becomes sickly and she sees . . .
>
> (a vision!...)
>
>
> ...Christine's knees buckle and she wavers, sliding
> ungracefully into the untenanted front pew. She holds
> her head in her hands, elbows on her knees and spends
> a difficult few seconds willing herself not to throw
> up. Finally she manages a careful, nauseous glance at
> Tom.
>
> "A rat faced guy in a red hat gave you your eyes of
> fire and pointed teeth?" she asks faintly. "What the
> *hell* is that all about?"
>
>
> Tag Tom


Tom looked surprised as Christine sank onto the pew. In the awkward moments
before she let the cat out of the bag, he said smugly, "Don't worry, I have
that effect on a lot of women." But, as Christine alluded to the contents of
the vision she had, Tom's jaw once again dropped, presenting his mouth full
of fangs to the world. He slipped his sunglasses up a bit, getting a clear
look at Christine (and revealing that the luminescence did, indeed, come
from his eyes, which were not all that bright to look into despite the
inherent wierdness). The sunglasses wsere dropped back over his eyes.

His mind raced; this was new to him. Rat faced guy? Red hat? That's wierd.
Tom had always assumed the changing appearance thing was something HE had
accidentally done. A few more tense seconds pass before Tom blurts out,
"Wait, what guy? You need to tell me more, this is important."

The ferret had, by this point, finished inspecting Christine; during her
vision, and bout of nausea, the beast had recoiled and hid, sprawled across
both of Tom's shoulders, twisting around the back of his neck, using Tom's
head to shield itself from the girl for whatever reasons the beast had; the
thing even began emitting a vaguely ominous noise that could only be
described as resembling a chuckle. Tom twisted his head and whispered
quietly to the critter, "Quiet, 'Tosk, I'm busy."

Tom turned his sunglassed gaze back to Christine, once again peering at her
with scrutiny that could be described as either captivating or unnerving,
depending solely on the atmosphere; if Tom were the introspective type, he'd
probably have assumed he was generating the latter. Since he was NOT the
introspective type, he left the question unasked and instead took first one,
then another slooooow step towards Christine, with one hand reaching behind
his head to scratch the ferret's lower back, and the other self-consciously
adjusting his sunglasses, which were, in fact, low enough that a great deal
of red light was escaping them.


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PS. Did discover that Laufey is one of Loki's mythical
> parents, right (?) :-)



P.S.: Ja.
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