| Title: And this is why you don't talk to birds. Time: Friday, March 26, 2004 The Thespians: Elijah Cruise and Pascal Curio Location: Practical Magics - Basement; Potions Classroom Notes: You may need to go back and read The Little Potions Masters RP Log, as well as the Button Mashing one before that one as well. It's a continuation. Two days, three different scene type things. Crazy! This is yet another saga in the RP that is just going, and going and going. Angst patrol: Get ready for some angst up ahead folks, it looks like a bumpy ride. The whole scene starts from "And the button masher becomes the mashee." Or you can try and makes sense of this from "The little potions masters." |
| +---[ Practical Magics - Basement; Potions Classroom ]-----------------------+ | | | The Potions classroom is quite different from the rest of the basement | | rooms, pristine white alabaster tiles cover the floor, while deep, night | | blue walls sparkle like a night sky, tiny stars emitting soft pulses of | | light. The ceiling is domed very slightly, as if to support the room above | | it. Small orbs and crescent shapes float about the ceiling slowly, in | | random direction, the light they emit filling the normally dark room with | | immense brightness. Long counters made from thick, sturdy wood painted a | | dark gray are topped with smooth, black onyx which reflects the light in | | whisps of rainbow hues, an effect similar to oil on water. Metal stools | | for students to sit are enchanted with Fluffy Charms, making them | | suprisingly comfortable to sit on. Upon each long table in the center | | before each stool is a tiny pit filled with ashes, at the teachers command | | these pits ignite with flame, ready for a cauldron to be set upon them. | | Under the counters, within small cabinets, are tools used for juicing, | | slicing and handling various ingredients. For those who run out of | | ingredients, or potions requiring ingredients students don't have, a | | cupboard is set up in one corner with a sign that states [Student | | Ingredients.] The teacher's desk set in the front of the room is made from | | gladewood, a hard, black wood, almost looking scorched. On the walls | | behind the desk are huge lists of Potions that each grade has learned, and | | the ingredients for them. A blackboard stretches across the southeastern | | wall, blue chalk floats in the center, ready to write down recipes as the | | teacher explains them to the class, for those who are forgetful. Near the | | door, a pitch black hole in the shape of a perfect circle has been put | | into the wall for some reason, no light penetrating its dark abyss, two | | boards which have been painted deep blue make an X pattern over the hole | | with a sign that says, [Off Limits to Students!] | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Pascal looks like an hourglass with red sand slowly draining away as the blood drains inch by inch from her face. Her eyes, already widened from before, widen even more and her pupils become so small that her eyes are almost entirely green. Her mouth, slightly open before now opens and closes. She's holding onto the edge of the table rather tightly, her fingernails and knuckles turning white as she increases her pressure upon the table. She actually looks like she may faint. "Elijah is the falcon," she suddenly whispers, and just blinks at the bird before her. "Elijah is the falcon." A little louder now, but of course, she's trying to recall what she said to the bird previously. Did she say anything embarrassing? "God, I can't even remember," her thought suddenly speaks out loud. She's so shocked that she can't even collect herself to be upset with him for... well... 'spying' on her, if she could call it that. |
| The Falcon quickly shifts back into Elijah, his cheeks are sheepishly flushed. "Uh..." he starts. "Yeah, I'm the Falcon," he mumbles. "I..." A long pause and he uncomfortably runs a hand through his dark hair. He swallows hard. "I tried the spell the first time in eighth grade, and ended up having a long stay in the infirmary..." He runs his tongue over his lips and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. He bites his bottom lip now. "I... no one knows other than you and me. No one. I'm not registered." Others might call that illegal. He swallows again. Why did he tell her?! How stupid! What were you thinking, Elijah? |
| "Elijah is the falcon," Pascal mouths again, before she slowly starts to shake herself from her shock. Her pale skin flushes quite pink as she slowly realizes what's happening. The fact that he's an illegal animagi doesn't even seem to bother her. She's far too busy thinking of other things. "You're the falcon. You never saw the falcon." Oh god... what had she /said/ to that thing... and what had she said about it? Her face continues on its little journey into a bright pink stage, and she just sputters at him, even at more of a loss for words than he is. "Oh my god. You're the... FALCON?!" Someone should tell her to keep her voice down. |
| Elijah Cruise's eyes widen. He hisses, "Pascal, keep your damned voice down! My freedom depends on it!" He crosses his arms. Was it all that shocking? He and the falcon had the same basic attitude. The same conduct. "I'm better at school stuff then I let on sometimes..." he starts then stops. "Yes, I am the falcon." He frowns. He considers apologizing then decides against it, there was no point. A hand is run uncomfortably through his hair. |
| It's much more different when you're a human compared to when you were a bird, and clearly Pascal didn't see that Elijah and the falcon had the same attitude. She claps her hands over her mouth as he hisses at her and just nods, her eyes wide and her face beet red. Give her a few moments and she might rant off in a rage. "I didn't mean to say you weren't," she says, a little bit defensively as she takes her hands away from her mouth. "It's just that..." well, how should she say this? She liked the falcon a lot, and well, Elijah... yeah. She's not telling. |
| "Look, I'm sorry I didn't say something /earlier/." That he /could/ apologize for. "But I have to watch my back." Elijah sighs, and sits on one of the tables in the room. He taps his fingers on it. He's silent a few minutes in hopes that Pascal might somehow catch her breath. "So..." wow this was awkward. And uncomfortable. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut?! "You mad?" he asks as his jaw tightens. |
| Pascal's mouth opens and closes at both Elijah's apology and his question. "Mad," she repeats slowly, ducking and turning her head slightly while her brow furrows. She can hardly think straight right now let alone be mad. "No... not mad," she says after a few rather long minutes. Pascal lifts her head again and just stares at Elijah intently as he sits there, her eyes screaming out her amazement. "Did I..." hmm, she flushes even pinker if possible. This is so, weird. "Did I say anything stupid?" And then she sits down rather hard on a stool, her face growing stony, realizing what she actually /did/ say to the falcon. |
| At least she wasn't mad. Yet. He swallows and his cheeks turn a faint crimson, "No, you didn't say anything stupid." She did tell him she liked /someone/, but who that was, Elijah didn't know for sure. "That's weird, I was positive you were on to me..." He inhales deeply. "I know the eyes haven't been perfected. They still /look/ like my eyes." He shrugs. "I wanted to uh... tell you..." And the entire world, but not at the risk of losing his freedom. |
| Pascal would very much like to say that the eyes did look like Elijah, but she still never put two and two together, the shocked and slightly embarrassed expression on her face proof of that. She looks down at her hands in her lap, and then looks back up at Elijah. "Do you practice the form everyday?" Just a comment, she'd really like to get the topic off of what she said to him, right NOW. "What made you decide to tell me?" That question she couldn't keep in, and so she looks back down at her hands again, not wanting to see his reaction. |
| "Almost every day. Normally when I don't think I can handle anymore..." Elijah stands to his feet and faces one of the walls. It was more comfortable talking to a wall than to Pascal. His face and ears redden with flush at the question. "I..." he blinks and rubs his temples. Oh the torment! "I... /wanted/ you to know..." Another pause and Eli runs a hand through his hair yet again. "I..." Wow. This was difficult. "I think you're cool..." Then he shakes his head. Oh how /stupid/ he sounded! "No. That's not why. I mean, I do think you're cool... that's not really why I told you..." He stutters over his words. His voice softens, "I appreciate you." Well, that made him sound like a geek now! "And I trust you." He bites his lower lip. Words of death. |
| 'And I trust you.' Echo, echo, echo, inside Pascal's head. It actually kind of pounds against her head, and for a moment she actually stops to rub her temples, and then slowly runs both hands through her hair as well. Never having received a compliment in her life, she, for once, doesn't know how to respond. Watching other people react can only get one so far in life you know. She looks up at Elijah's back, her brows forming an upside down 'v' above her eyes and she sighs lightly. "Well, hmm. Thanks?" What to say! Another pause as she thinks. "I trust you too." Her voice is extraordinarily quiet and she curls her back as she sits on the stool. Seems appropriate to say at the moment really, and she runs her fingers through her hair again, still staring at his back. "And you're cool too..." she trails off and another sigh rings from her mouth. |
| Elijah Cruise turns around as Pascal tells him she trusts him too. For a moment he locks his eyes with hers, then quickly diverts them to the front of the room. He takes a step towards her, then one back again. His hands fidget with the edge of his robe. He takes a deep breath again. "I like you." There. He said it. The ball is now in her court. He continues to look at the front of the room, avoiding eye contact with Pascal completely. |
| It's a good thing Elijah's not looking, because Pascal the once confident self assured and bitchy teenage girl has turned into a human goldfish. Her mouth opens, and closes, and she just gapes at him while her face continues to grow redder, and redder. What did he say? The hands in her lap wring together almost painfully and for a moment, Pascal looks as if she's going to run out of the room, though all this is going on while Elijah's got his back turn to her. She takes a deep breath, and carefully walks to the boy (god he's tall) and slowly taps him on the back. "Elijah?" Seems as if she'd rather he face her or something. |
| The silence was deafening. It seemed like an eternity of quiet until Pascal says his name. He moistens his lips and considers just staring at the wall. It was safer. With a sigh, Elijah unwillingly turns around, very slowly. His face is extremely flushed. His pale skin isn't pale at all. It's beet red. "Yeah?" His emerald eyes stare deeply into Pascal's. |
| Her brows lift, and then drop again, and then lift once more as Pascal tries to formulate her thought into words. While she thinks, her facial expressions seem to have a mind of her own, and hands are continuously running through her flaming hair nervously. "Elijah..." as if repeating his name makes it any better, for her face flushes even brighter. They're both a regular pair of tomatoes now. She tilts her head to the side and breaks off eye contact with Elijah. And then she looks back at him again, the gleam in her eye seeming as if she's forcing herself to look straight at him while she talks to him. "I... I like you too. I like being in your company... and I... I like you." She takes a deep breath, but looks as if she's going to just keep on talking. |
| Elijah Cruise swallows very hard, and his Adam's apple noticeably bobs up and down. Did she just say what he thought she said? He blinks a few times. Slowly his loosens his jaw. His hands however, are another story. They are clenched into two tight fists to help calm his nerves. He nods a little in response, not quite sure what to say. He takes a deep breath. |
| If Pascal notices Elijah's reaction, it only seems to fuel her mouth, because she's still talking all through this. Her words are somewhat slower than when she first started talking, but they're moving out of her mouth at a rather quick pace. "You're strong, which is so amazing, because I've yet to meet anyone who's strong like... m-that." She pauses only to moisten her lips and then takes another deep breath to continue. "I meant it when I said to you a while ago about how you were strong just like that falcon, and..." she trails off here, realizing that she's just said something rather circular, and finally stops talking. She looks up at him again and then looks down at her hands. Silence. |
| Elijah Cruise's chest rises as he takes another deep breath. He hadn't really heard a compliment before... ever. "Thank-you," he whispers. He blinks a few times and stares intently at her. He swallows again; his mouth is extremely dry. "You don't put up with crap. Not anybody's. Not mine." He runs a hand through his hair, "You're smart, witty, funny..." he moistens his lips, "...beautiful..." The ends of his lips curl a little into small smile which quickly fades. He wasn't good at this emotional gushy stuff. Never would be. "I like you a lot." That was a semi good finish. He continues to stare at her. |
| This whole thing is rather bizarre to Pascal, and Elijah's words only cause her to flush even pinker, though as she shakes her head to clear her mind the pink lifts just a bit. She smiles at his compliments obviously, and a small 'thank you' can be heard as she ducks her head. "Stop it," she says with an awkward chuckle, and then looks up at him again. She doesn't need to say what he's doing, it's clear that she's getting embarrassed even more. Her eyes crinkle and she smiles genuinely at him, kind of like she does to her cat. |
| Pascal's smile gets one in return. In fact, Elijah is beaming. This indeed is an unusual sight. He nods a little at the 'stop it'. And he swallows. But what to talk about? This moment had gone well. Better than he'd expected. He glances at the cake and then back at Pascal. His smile turns sly, "Want to launch our magnum-opus onto the masses?" |
| Good Elijah. Switch the topic. Pascal's still got that smile on her face and for once in her life she looks rather pleasant. The flush is slowly fading as she can finally return her mind back to their original task at hand. "Yes. Who's the first target?" Let's hope she hasn't forgotten that she can't actually be the one to /do/ anything, she can only watch Elijah and well, guide him from the sidelines. |
| "Hmmmm... we need to devise a way to get someone to deliver the cake to them for us. Without getting the credit, of course." Elijah strokes his chin. "What do you think? We could possibly find a younger student or a house elf or someone and get them to do this for us..." He shrugs. "Just a thought." |
| "I'm not sure I trust a house elf, or a student," Pascal pipes up. After all, if they're going to feed this to the staff, sooner or later they're going to charm their way into finding the culprits, no pun intended. Pascal's not the only person who enjoys a hex or too, as far as she's concerned. "What're the chances that the staff lounge will be unoccupied you think?" She's thinking of sneaking it in there themselves, of course. Elijah will have to carry the cake, naturally. She'll just walk behind him. |
| Let them eat cake! |
