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[littlestcooper]

Right.

Remember Lucy?

This is, actually, her house.

And she's perched comfortably on the kitchen counter, left arm wrapped around her knees, right hand holding a peach, from which she takes an occasional bite.

(The bowl from which the peach originated is beside her. She's accustomed by now to having food with her at all times, in case someone edible happens to show up.)

Come say hi! She'll probably say hi back. Or just stare at you creepily. Either way.

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[will_scarlett]

Will went shopping/looting in town and found a bow and arrows so he enters the kitchen with a partially butchered deer. He sees Lucy and bows,

"Brought some food for e'eryone, milady."

[littlestcooper]

She nods once, consideringly, and nibbles at her peach.



"Good."

Not thank you. Hey, she won't be eating it.

[will_scarlett]

He pauses, not sure where to put it and afraid he's said something wrong,

"Um aye, milady, just wished to be o'use."

[littlestcooper]

Smile.

He has succeeded!

A slight indicative nod to the fridge, which is probably the best place for the deer, all things considered.

[will_scarlett]

He's already butchered it a fair bit so he opens the fridge, eyes the deer,

"Might need to cut it down a bit more."

[littlestcooper]

"Probably."

Nibble.

[will_scarlett]

"Should I do it in 'ere?"

[littlestcooper]

Shrug.

Possibly this is a yes.

[will_scarlett]

He'll take it as a yes but bow again as he gets a good knife and cuts the deer up even smaller before putting it away into the fridge,

"Thank ye for lettin' all o'us stay on yer land, milady."

[ungoldenlock.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey, she found her.

"Hello, Lucy." Because it pays to be polite. Though Ish has not quite worked out yet that 'politeness' might also cover 'not greeting people by name whom you've never met before'. "Gray and I are staying in the guest room that was, until recently, spare. Is this to your approval?"

[littlestcooper]

Sniff. Sniff.

...

????

[ungoldenlock.livejournal.com]

...

"I'm Intuition," she adds helpfully.

[littlestcooper]

Somewhere in this tangled mess of scent (whoever invented doubles needs to be et, and fast) is a reference to Gabriel, cute little Gabriel, and his cute little girlfriend. Lucy's face clears, and she nods happily. As far as she's concerned, if you're a duplicate of family, you're family. And since Gray is a duplicate of Gabriel, that makes Ish here-with-family, and everything is all right.

[ungoldenlock.livejournal.com]

:D!

Ish is very pleased that everything is cleared up so nicely.

"It's heartening to know that we are not going to be eaten," she offers, grinning.

[littlestcooper]

She blushes, but grins back.

"Family," says Lucy simply. It's usually not a good enough explanation, but if Ish is anything like her scent says she ought to be, it will suffice.

[ungoldenlock.livejournal.com]

"It's an honour to be counted into it."

Intuition: exactly what it says on the tin.

[littlestcooper]

QUIT MAKING LUCE BLUSH ALREADY :D

NO REALLY IF SHE KEEPS SMILING LIKE THIS SOMETHING WILL FALL OFF

:D :D :D

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

The man in the white zoot suit, with a white flame tattoo on his forehead, enters the kitchen. He certainly is edible! Oliver's even a bit wounded, too - the flesh on his right leg is still healing.

The woman gets a polite smile and a half-bow. "Good day."

[littlestcooper]

Lucy smiles back, slightly nervously. Damn you strangers and your tendency to bleed!

Still, she ought to be polite. Clark would probably object if she weren't.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Oliver notes the nervousness and attributes it to womanly modesty at being in the same room with a man. (What? Girls back home are supposed to feel that all tha time!)

Oliver keeps his distance and gives a friendly, open smile.

"Godsworn Oliver Wycliffe, at your service. Do I disturb, miss?"

[littlestcooper]

"Lucy. No."

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

The friendly smile remains forced in place. Something shifts behind the spaniel-brown eyes.

The threads of his scent are snarled together - the dangerous tension in his scent comes from what Oliver knows of Lucy and what he knows of his duty. The fear comes from the poor outcome he expects if he follows that duty. He hates the command Eden gave him; he hates the fact that some part of him is happy for that command, for it might save his life. He hates being a failure, a sinner, making a mockery of his faith.

Behind the smile, Oliver is an angry man.

"Oh, you're Lucy. I've heard much about you." There's no threat to his words; simply a pleased recognition.

[littlestcooper]

Blinkbliiink.

"Not going to eat you," she explains helpfully, nibbling on a peach. Well, really. That much fear...

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Oliver stumbles over his tongue for a moment. (The crow-skins love eating Godsworn; they're a delicacy.) "I had not thought you would. But thank you, nonetheless."

The power to become a dragon - where else would that ability come from, if not a demon?

...Where else would the abilities of everyone else come from? Could demons have infected them all? It's impossible. It would have been obvious by now.

Wouldn't it?

[littlestcooper]

Ooookay then.

Lucy's just going to look flatly at him until he starts explaining the absolute mess that's going on in his head.