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capitalh2014-03-25 09:40 am
bombsheltered) wrote in capitalh2014-03-25 09:40 am
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Who: Milly & Eusine
Where: Their apartment building
When: Shortly after the crystals hatch
What: One of Milly's crystal pets gets loose and she meets her BRAND-NEW NEIGHBOR
Warnings: N/A
Milly's seen chatter about the crystals hatching on The Watch, but the whole thing still sort of gives her the willies. It's not that they're really that scary or gross or anything -- she's just -- bad with animals. Even ones that are cute and fluttery. Even ones that are technically made out of shiny rock.
The fact that one of them has a stinger, and another seems awfully fond of biting, doesn't really help. As far as Milly can tell, everyone's crystals are different, and so are all three of hers. She can't help but wonder about what the ones her dad had taken must look like now. All three of Milly's are -- cute, more or less, each of them sporting a set of wings that vary from butterfly wings to fairy-looking wings, and one of them, the only one that doesn't seem to be interested in attacking anything, even has the impression of looking sort of fuzzy. But the two feistier ones are harder to tame, and the one with the gnashing teeth has decided to overthrow its laundry basket prison and escape out into the hallway.
"Hey -- wait!" Milly's frantic voice rings through the hall as she slams her door shut behind her, chasing after the crystal hatchling as it half-scampers, half-flutters through the hallway. Its fairy-like wings beat a rapid staccato rhythm as it lifts itself into the air once more, shooting down the hallway. Milly gets within reach of it, thinking she's about to close her hand around it, when it suddenly pivots in midair and snaps its sharp teeth at her. Milly draws back in a flash, and it only catches her sleeve, but it leaves a nasty tear.
"Urgh! Get back here, you -- you stupid pest!!"
Where: Their apartment building
When: Shortly after the crystals hatch
What: One of Milly's crystal pets gets loose and she meets her BRAND-NEW NEIGHBOR
Warnings: N/A
Milly's seen chatter about the crystals hatching on The Watch, but the whole thing still sort of gives her the willies. It's not that they're really that scary or gross or anything -- she's just -- bad with animals. Even ones that are cute and fluttery. Even ones that are technically made out of shiny rock.
The fact that one of them has a stinger, and another seems awfully fond of biting, doesn't really help. As far as Milly can tell, everyone's crystals are different, and so are all three of hers. She can't help but wonder about what the ones her dad had taken must look like now. All three of Milly's are -- cute, more or less, each of them sporting a set of wings that vary from butterfly wings to fairy-looking wings, and one of them, the only one that doesn't seem to be interested in attacking anything, even has the impression of looking sort of fuzzy. But the two feistier ones are harder to tame, and the one with the gnashing teeth has decided to overthrow its laundry basket prison and escape out into the hallway.
"Hey -- wait!" Milly's frantic voice rings through the hall as she slams her door shut behind her, chasing after the crystal hatchling as it half-scampers, half-flutters through the hallway. Its fairy-like wings beat a rapid staccato rhythm as it lifts itself into the air once more, shooting down the hallway. Milly gets within reach of it, thinking she's about to close her hand around it, when it suddenly pivots in midair and snaps its sharp teeth at her. Milly draws back in a flash, and it only catches her sleeve, but it leaves a nasty tear.
"Urgh! Get back here, you -- you stupid pest!!"
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Despite everything, Eusine's eyes sparkle like a kid's when Milly hands him Mooncrash; it might have sharp teeth and an odd taste for his delicious tender flesh, but he's excited about the prospect of figuring out what those crystal beasts are exactly. The smile he makes when he puts his hands around the struggling pet - brushing Milly's fingers with his own in the process, because there are conventions - can only be described as "nerdy", really.
"I shall take good care of it! You have my word." Bombastic or not, he does seem to be making efforts to hold the thing in a way that won't hurt it... though one of his hands is firmly closed around its neck, clamping its jaw shut. He's had enough hand injuries for at least a thousand years, thank you very much.
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"Thanks -- I think," she says, looking like she can't decide whether or not to laugh. "It seems to eat just about anything, as far as I can tell...just don't let it get too close to your clean laundry."