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Memory 2: Rubber Ducky
Nov. 17th, 2022 11:55 pm[ Ivy's in a jacuzzi naked with a man with short hair and a few earrings on his ear. There's candles everywhere, enough suds to cover everything, and a little yellow rubber ducky floating around. The man speaks first with a fake British accent that he's not entirely great at doing. ]
Why still so tense? It wasn't a vampire who killed them. [ Ivy sighs and closes her eyes as she snuggles up a little closer to him. ] I know. I didn't care until I found out the murderer was a witch. You know what that says about me?
[ He frowns and looks down at her. ] What?
[ She leans her head against his shoulder. ] I'm a vampire today. Rachel is inept, impetuous, and disorganized. He grins at her, flirtatious as he takes a sponge to her shoulder. ] It's that last one that really bothers you, isn't it?
[ Ivy tosses him a brief glare and then chuckles. ] I mean, I'm serious. She cried over those wears. [ Said as though it was ridiculous to cry over werewolves. The man whispers into her ear, nibbling gently: ]
Piscary is pleased with you. So drop it, will you? [ And like a child Ivy's eyes light up. The man's face takes on a gentle expression and he wraps her in for a quick kiss. When he pulls away she speaks with more excitement than Ivy usually shows: ] Pleased, are you sure?
[ The man speaks: ] Yeah, he wants to see-- [ Before he can even finish Ivy stands and grabs a towel and a robe. ] I'll be right back, Kist. [ He watches her leave with a sad expression on his face as he grabs the ducky and pushes it along the water. ]
Why still so tense? It wasn't a vampire who killed them. [ Ivy sighs and closes her eyes as she snuggles up a little closer to him. ] I know. I didn't care until I found out the murderer was a witch. You know what that says about me?
[ He frowns and looks down at her. ] What?
[ She leans her head against his shoulder. ] I'm a vampire today. Rachel is inept, impetuous, and disorganized. He grins at her, flirtatious as he takes a sponge to her shoulder. ] It's that last one that really bothers you, isn't it?
[ Ivy tosses him a brief glare and then chuckles. ] I mean, I'm serious. She cried over those wears. [ Said as though it was ridiculous to cry over werewolves. The man whispers into her ear, nibbling gently: ]
Piscary is pleased with you. So drop it, will you? [ And like a child Ivy's eyes light up. The man's face takes on a gentle expression and he wraps her in for a quick kiss. When he pulls away she speaks with more excitement than Ivy usually shows: ] Pleased, are you sure?
[ The man speaks: ] Yeah, he wants to see-- [ Before he can even finish Ivy stands and grabs a towel and a robe. ] I'll be right back, Kist. [ He watches her leave with a sad expression on his face as he grabs the ducky and pushes it along the water. ]
Memory 1 Troll Bridge
Nov. 17th, 2022 11:45 pm[ A woman with curly red hair is under a stone bridge investigating a dead male body. She's freely walking through the water while Ivy stands on the side with one hand on her hip. ]
Get out of the water and wait for the homicide unit!
[ The red head shakes her head and replies: ] Are you just a good little cog in the vampire feeding machine? This is our chance to prove ourselves.
[ Ivy's eyes narrow and she narrows her eyes at the other woman. ] I don't have to prove myself. Stop touching the body.
[ The woman stands her ground. ] Make me, Ivy.
[ And Ivy does just that. In a single fluid move she grabs the woman's arm and tosses her into the air, over the walls that lead down into the river and back up to where their cars were parked. She waves to her as she goes flying. The woman shouts back: ] Think that's funny, do you?
[ Ivy's tone betrays her relief at finally getting that out of her system. ] Yes, I actually do.
[ The woman comes storming back town to the river: ] Don't you ever touch me again. [ Ivy ignores that command and instead grips her arm tightly in anger. In the background a giant bridge troll nervously watches the altercation. ]
This isn't our run, it's someone's mistake. [ Ivy says firmly as the woman gets even more angry. ]
Are you blind, Ivy? He was bled dry. You're afraid! I don't know about you, but I joined the IS to help people. I heard you were good. Seems what you're good at is staying out of trouble.
[ Ivy grips her tighter as her anger boils up. ] You need to learn your place, witch. [ The witch tries to wrestle herself free of Ivy's grasp and shouts: ] Let go of me, Ivy, or I'll knock you flat on your ass. [ And since Ivy didn't let go, she did exactly that. A swirl of green magic forms around her and pushes Ivy down into the water.
Everything is wet. Her hair, her clothes, everything. The troll finally speaks up: ] Ms. vampire lady, you're all wet.
[ And to that Rachel just says: ] You're right, this is funny.
Get out of the water and wait for the homicide unit!
[ The red head shakes her head and replies: ] Are you just a good little cog in the vampire feeding machine? This is our chance to prove ourselves.
[ Ivy's eyes narrow and she narrows her eyes at the other woman. ] I don't have to prove myself. Stop touching the body.
[ The woman stands her ground. ] Make me, Ivy.
[ And Ivy does just that. In a single fluid move she grabs the woman's arm and tosses her into the air, over the walls that lead down into the river and back up to where their cars were parked. She waves to her as she goes flying. The woman shouts back: ] Think that's funny, do you?
[ Ivy's tone betrays her relief at finally getting that out of her system. ] Yes, I actually do.
[ The woman comes storming back town to the river: ] Don't you ever touch me again. [ Ivy ignores that command and instead grips her arm tightly in anger. In the background a giant bridge troll nervously watches the altercation. ]
This isn't our run, it's someone's mistake. [ Ivy says firmly as the woman gets even more angry. ]
Are you blind, Ivy? He was bled dry. You're afraid! I don't know about you, but I joined the IS to help people. I heard you were good. Seems what you're good at is staying out of trouble.
[ Ivy grips her tighter as her anger boils up. ] You need to learn your place, witch. [ The witch tries to wrestle herself free of Ivy's grasp and shouts: ] Let go of me, Ivy, or I'll knock you flat on your ass. [ And since Ivy didn't let go, she did exactly that. A swirl of green magic forms around her and pushes Ivy down into the water.
Everything is wet. Her hair, her clothes, everything. The troll finally speaks up: ] Ms. vampire lady, you're all wet.
[ And to that Rachel just says: ] You're right, this is funny.
