FURST | Action at the bus stop!

[sarcastass]

Who: Szelhamos and you!
What: A very cranky, flamboyant bird demon rolls up into town, definitely NOT LOOKING FOR ANYONE.
When: The weekend, as late in the afternoon as he can manage.
Where: Bus stop, and then grumping around town.
Warnings: None unless over the top Mean Girls level histrionics are troubling.

[He'd never had to take public transportation before in his life. Why would he? He could teleport. He could buy a car. He could waft into town on a breeze.

He could pay someone an embarrassingly large amount of money to ride in a plane with a hot tub and a five star all you can eat sushi buffet. He wasn't a bus person. But apparently, there wasn't any teleporting in here, or breeze riding or car driving or sushi buffet plane flying in here. That alone was offensive, and he hadn't even gotten to the part where he was offended that he had to ride on a bus.

Stepping out of said bus into podunk middle of nowhere was offense number three, Szel still sulking over numbers one and two, and at this point he was furiously scrolling through his phone looking for a certain number in a desperate effort to vent some steam.

He definitely doesn't look like he fits here, a tall, well dressed young man in an Italian suit and calf skin shoes, gold tipped cane and blacked out glasses. Not... not really farmer material. Maybe he's here on vacation.

A bit jarringly, there upon his shoulder, peering into the phone with far more intelligent intensity than most would expect, was a slinky, golden eyed black cat, unblinking as Szel grumbled and scrolled.]

If he changed his number, I'm snapping his neck.

[Now this would sound like he was talking to himself, where it not for the cat.... y'know, answering him, tone demure and lisping.]

If you snap his neck, do we get to go back?

No.

Comments

[black_black_heart]

"Slowly, I imagine," so... maybe he shouldn't burn through it all the time for funsies like he had when he had Velvet Lust to snack on? Nah, we all know better; he's totally going to burn it just as fast.

"I'll generate some on my own, especially when I do wacky shit like fill someone's house with penis-shaped confetti. And I can probably set up at least a couple Dreamers..."

[sarcastass]

"I'd tell you not to be a jackass with that, but it's like telling the sun not to rise, so I'll leave it to your wheezy, witchy fiance."

Because if anyone could scowl the sun itself back behind the hills, it was that asshole.

".... Is my house full of penis confetti, Tannusen?"

[black_black_heart]

"What, no questions about Dreamers? Don't you want to be my Dreamer, Szel?"

His tone is teasing, of course, and the grin comes back at that last question, "Now, now, that would be telling!"

[sarcastass]

"No." Maybe. He doesn't know, shut up. "Not if I don't even know what that is." Not that he could actually even dream to begin with.

"What the HELL did you put in my house, goddamnit?!"

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen forgoes the teasing for the moment to work through this aloud, if only because he know Szel wouldn't appreciate a long silence just now.

"I'm not actually completely sure whether it would work with you or not," he considers for a second, then continues, "your species is so... clockwork, corrupted or not. But, it works with humans? So I guess it's a matter of how high your inherent banality is... and having smashed souls with you quite a number of times, I don't think that it just flat-out wouldn't work. You're quite a bit less banal than your brethren."

Oh right he hasn't said what it is. Don't mind him, he's literally written books on the subject of his own kind and how they work.

"It's musing, basically. Shoot you up with Glamour in a slightly different way than the usual, you have a massive creativity spike, and I peel off the excess Glamour you generate from it."

Without being able to paint anymore, though... was Szel a writer?

"Some more Unseelie types than I am do it in such a way that it harms the Dreamer, but I don't. Seems counter-productive."

[sarcastass]

He did, honestly, appreciate the talking, even if at first it explained literally nothing, thanks, Tannusen. Still, he was capable of putting the general gist of the idea together before Tannusen even explained it, at least in how it effect himself. Something about creativity and the generation of it-

Ah. There we go. A glamour generator.

"If you're that concerned about me being too banal for this, you have a perfectly human, perfectly creative significant other no doubt getting into a fist fight with a bear somewhere as we speak." Offended at the idea that he might not be able to help? No never.

Never ever.

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen chuckled at that, "I can have more than one Dreamer, pretty bird."

Yeah, Cassian was kind of a given, wasn't he? It was unlikely the grumpy priest would decline when Tannu eventually brought it up. Which--

"I haven't brought it up to him yet. You're the first."

FEEL SPECIAL, YOU VAIN FUCKER.

[sarcastass]

Cassian surely wouldn't, it was such an easy thing for him to accept, after all.

The sound of feathers rustling indicated what Szel thought of this. Sure they weren't visible, but they existed somewhere, in some capacity. The look of surprise was here and gone again.

"Neither of you probably even thought about your glamour supply." That's right, he does all the heavy thinking around here. Him. The planner. Absolutely the best at forward thinking.

[black_black_heart]

"See? I definitely need you around, so it's a good thing you came."

Validation, validation, Tannusen knew Szel always needed validation.

[sarcastass]

He knows his own weaknesses here, to an extent. He knows there's pandering going on here. He doesn't even fucking care.

Tannusen didn't humor people, or at least, didn't humor people he didn't fucking like.

"I think, as a show of gratitude, if this is in fact the case, that you should tell me if you did anything to my house."

[black_black_heart]

"Didn't I already tell you what I did to it?"

He's a cat, he has to bat at the flailing thing, even if it's all verbal.

[sarcastass]

"NO."

WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU DICK.

[black_black_heart]

"I did! I told you about the bed. You should try listening better, Szel."

[sarcastass]

"I am going to get back on that bus and ride all the way back to that intellectual desert of a moron hellscape if you don't tell me what stupid fucking prank you put in my house."

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen finally broke down and started laughing again, pausing the walking in favor of not stumbling while laughing. "I didn't put one in!"

This is the prank, you shitty parrot.

"Why do you keep asking? You know better than to believe me."

[sarcastass]

"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Which, thus, proves Tannusen's point, of course.

Something that he is also fully aware of but it's too late now. This is the hill he chose and he's gonna die all over it.

"Why are you the way that you are?!"

[black_black_heart]

All over it.

Still laughing a bit, Tannu started walking again.

"Because I'm a faerie! Keep up, Szel! You wouldn't like me so much if I was boring, would you?"

[sarcastass]

He wouldn't, not nearly as much. There's something to be said of the mixture of intelligence, humor and the occasional hint of self deprecation. It's a lovely mix.

"I mean it, if there is anything I hate in there, it's going right into your house, probably into your fiance's hair."

[black_black_heart]

One problem, Szel--

"Don't you have to know where my house is, first?"

[sarcastass]

"I recall telling you, as part of my earlier threat, that I can find you. It's not that hard."

[black_black_heart]

Stomping down his initial reaction to that reminder; "Oh yeah? How's that work -- because you used your soul to stitch mine back together?"

Made sense to Tannusen. In a pinch, he could probably use the same thing in reverse to find Szel. Considering he, you know, contained a thread of the guy.

[sarcastass]

Yeah don't encourage him, he doesn't need that, Tannusen. Discourage creepy behavior.

"Exactly." Not even more or less, it was exactly that.

"You're like Midge." A pause. "Only less connected." For obvious reasons.

[black_black_heart]

"Well, I should hope so," considering Midge is Szel's seeing-eye bug? Yeah.

"...Also, I'll have you know Cassian's magnificent mess of a mane looks fantastic with rainbow-colored penis-shaped confetti dumped all over it. Look at you... acting like I haven't done that to him already."

[sarcastass]

"Don't you want to help me?" Hey, since this topic got a little weird, why not go full Monty and make it really weird. "I could always use another set of ears." At least this time it wouldn't require an actual physical sacrifice!

From Szel, anyway.

"None of the resulting tantrum, if there is in fact, rainbow-colored penis-shaped confetti in my house, is going to be my fault if it somehow magically ends up being in his hair.

That's all I care about."

[black_black_heart]

"I already help you plenty, with a lot more than just my ears," Tannusen chuckled, "but I'll keep that in mind for my next kill. Would you like them in a gift box? Or will a bag do."

As for that last bit, the tiger laughed again, "You just don't want to get in trouble with me for punking him, is that it? Not that I disapprove."