Ankh's shitty day

[birdinhand]

[After candy shopping with Hina, he is off to work in the Courtyard. He's actually dressed for the weather this time, except he has no hat. Stupid snow shoveling.

Later, he's in the Library and he's back in his perch on top of one of the bookshelves again. He's just sitting there with his legs crossed in front of him this time. He's got a small stack of books with him, and he's reading one about seances.

Finally, he's in his room in G-Block actually doing the damn seance the President asked for. Because he'll do anything for cash. He's created some kind of magic circle from half-melted popsicles on the floor, and incorporated the sticks too. He's got the communicator set up so it's only going to broadcast to the President. And he triple-checked it too. No way it's going to leak to anyone else. But it would be a damn shame if someone walked by his cell door while he was doing it.]

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[sentimentalpsycho]

[ Uh oh, did she move just out of reach~? ]

I meant a real name, doofus, not a nickname. But, hey, if that's how you roll then I won't judge. Personally, most people call me Fetch.

[ She made a move as if she was going to head toward the door, but turned back and ducked further into the room. ]

Is this how everyone gets when they stay here? Really irritable with questionable fashion sense?

[birdinhand]

[He whirls on where she had moved to.] Do you want to see who's faster? [Brings his nails of one hand toward the opposite arm.]

[sentimentalpsycho]

[ She shrugged, actually grinning. ] I could take you on. We might ruin your pleasant little Satanic summoning circle, though.

[birdinhand]

[He breaks the skin and lets the flames spread over his hand. They don't seem to bother him much though.] I don't think so. This will be over quick.

[sentimentalpsycho]

[ She raised her eyebrows. ] Not a bad trick. Rather or not you'll impress me depends on if you can hit your target, though. [ She hopped up and down to warm up, almost as if the idea of fighting him gave her a buzz. ] Gimme your best shot, Grumpy!

[birdinhand]

Don't go screaming to the Warden if I scar that pretty face of yours. [He holds his hand up, palm out, fingers splayed wide. His first shot is just a straightforward blast of fire.]

[sentimentalpsycho]

Weak.

[ It looked pretty neat, but was easy enough to dodge. ]

But thanks for calling me pretty.

[birdinhand]

[He brought his hands together to spread the flames between them. Even if he didn't actually do any damage to her, if he got her out the door that was still a win.

He sent the flames out at an angle, leaving her no place to go but toward the door.] Enjoy it while it lasts.

[sentimentalpsycho]

Aw. You're like an angry little bird.

[ She didn't want to admit it, but his power was actually what she'd consider worth ranking as damn awesome -- and a little more than she could fight against in an enclosed space. The door did look like the best option right then. ]

Alright, alright. [ She held up her arms. ] You win for now, but I'll be seein' you around. Don't get your feathers too ruffled in the meantime, Grumpy.

[birdinhand]

[Somehow what she had to say irritated him even further. But she was leaving, so he couldn't complain too much. He glared at her until she finally left.]