Fool's Journey

The backdoor opens, marking Rosie's return. She gently puts one of the hens back in the coop and settles next to freddie. "Hey. What'd I miss?"

 

"We're witches and we smell magic stuffs." Mischa fills her in, tilting her head a bit. Rosie smells a little different now; still like old dusty books, but...

 

She also smells like blood.

"Oh? Cool, I haven't heard of that before!"

 

"You smell like blood." Kainze says, sniffing at her. "More than Spot does."

 

Rosie blushes bright red and squeaks, burying her face in Freddie's shoulder.

 

"Kainze be nice..." Mischa chides.

"Well she does! Maybe it's magic stuffs!"

 

"It's not... magic." Freddie coughs, sliding an arm around Rosie's waist

 

Spoiler: Wits + Occult

Mischa: 2Wits 5Occult: 4 - 7 - 10 - 7 - 6 - 8 - 9
Kainze: 4Wits 5Occult: 1 - 5 - 5 - 10 - 10 - 10 - 10 - 6 - 10

Not bothering with Kainze's rerolls and he's going to comment first before Mischa anyways...

"Liar. Vampires are totally magic." He grins, and reaches for his drink to take a sip, almost knocking it over.

Mischa reaches over and helps slide the margarita into Kainze's hand.

 

Rosie goes a brighter, indignant shade of red. "Yeah. Well. You try not being able to vote for 40 years and see how magical you feel!"

 

"You've only been a vampire for forty years?" Kainze asks.

 

"What's that even supposed to mean, that I wasn't murdered early enough for you?" She snaps angrily, glaring. "I had plans, and none of them involved being locked in the dark by a bunch of - of - of archaic feudal, close-minded assholes!"

 

Freddie hugs his girlfriend, squeezing her in an attempt to calm her down.

 

He sits up a bit, slightly alarmed "Ugh. I'm... sorry..." He turns his head towards his twin. Help?

"You're on your own there. Don't look to me when you've clearly run your mouth too much."

"I was only asking... because... she said she hadn't been able to vote in forty years!? I didn't KNOW!? I don't know Vampire stuff just what they smell like! I was just asking! ... ..." He sulks in his chair, playing with the rim of his glass. "I'm sorry..."

 

"I was kidnapped on August 29, 1963, after attending a certain civil rights rally in Washington DC," she bites out slowly. "I wanted to do things with my life. I haven't aged a day, my parents have died, my boyfriend met me when he was just starting college and already looks older than me."

Her hands ball into fists. "Being Dead is no way to Live, and. Even if it's sincere, you could afford to be less blunt , maybe consider that immortality is fucking bullshit ."

 

"...Rosie..."

 

"I've spent over four decades having the withered husks of fucking human monsters tell me to get in line and listen to them because they've been around longer. They don't care what I say. They don't care what I think. The fucking system is corrupt and the only way to change it is to rip them all out like rotting teeth-"

 

"... Meeshee we should go." Kainze sets his drink down, grabbing his new cane and standing. "Thanks for the drinks and the new Cane, Freddie. Hopefully I can get it certified so I can use it properly."

"Just say it's part of our Native Heritage... Though the white people in charge may not care what we say or what we think." Mischa says softly, giving Rosie an unimpressed look and standing as well. "Is there a bus that comes out this way?"

 

"I've got it, " he murmurs, still gripping his girlfriend. "...just. go inside for a few minutes. I'll drive you home."

The look he gives Misha is pleading.

 

"Sorry..." Kainze apologises again softly, and takes Mischa's arm by the elbow to let her lead him inside.

His twin is quiet until they get closer to the door. "Good job Kainze..."

"I said I was sorry!! How was I supposed to know it was a sensitive subject! I didn't mean it like that! I didn't think she'd blow up on me. I was just asking."

"You can't just go and ask someone 'oh hey when did you die!?" She opens the door to let him inside.

"But I didn't... UGH nevermind!" He goes to slam the door behind them, then remembers that this is probably a not good idea and shuts it properly. "Let's just walk..."

 

As the door closes, Kainze can hear Rosie bursting into upset tears, with the plantive sob of "I just want to be alive again, Freddie-" cut off by his pushing the door shut.