Such actions were taken as sacrifice and sacraments in their names at different points. You should at least entertain the idea long enough to get some pleasure out of it. [Double meaning, yes!]
Depends on the individual. Most at better at inspiring the initial want than providing the satisfaction that sends you back time and again. [All jabs all the time. Especially for Ed the lust demon.]
A bit too perfume-y? My children refuse it for that reason.
[Mab nods, agreeing with all sentiments that Oni expressed and a few that she didn't have to say.] That is the general pattern, though, the question of how long I will make sense to anyone is certainly coming. Spring will bring changes, I believe.
Less playful and over large. Still insanity, but without the strange joy that summoned the undead dinosaur? Perhaps it is just time and trauma.
[Another tipsy little giggle; She's too drunk and immature for all this innuendo.] I dunno, I guess I just assumed th'Spring goddesses were a bit more... Virginal. But maybe it really does take all types.
So they talk a big game, but when th'time comes t'get th'job done, they don't deliver? That's a cryin' shame. [Poor Ed. There's something lewd in his stare, as if he'd love the opportunity to prove both women wrong, but he knows better than to raise his voice and interrupt Mab's ice cream social.]
It is a little like eating perfume, yes, but it smells great.
[Oni makes an agreeing noise around her spoon.] Women change. He'd better get used to it. Are y'thinking of doin' a new look?
No, I hadn't noticed that. [And that's some degree of alarming. Oni considered herself his friend, but without his sometimes confounding sense of humor, what was left? Just his pain, and loneliess, and a compulsion to kill-- Out of boredom, if nothing else.] Per'aps... Certainly worth payin' closer attention, at least.
With all the fucking that happens in the spring? No, she's an experienced lady. [Mab might be biased, but she certainly doesn't put much weight behind virginity in the first place. Goodness knows if she even remembers what it was like.]
I have a theory that the frustration is supposed to feed into wrath, which must be a bigger sin. What do you think? [She levels a look at Ed that isn't a threat but still makes him shiver and turn his focus on the still willing parties. Better to get where the getting is good and available.]
Anything flavored with rose is an indulgence. Then because of the difficulty, now because of rarity.
Seems likely. I am no longer the winter of Tir na n'Og, and summer is coming. Perhaps something leaner.
[Mab believes that there is something more literal missing from Deadpool than the consequences of depression, though Oni's concerns are genuine and something a more human creature than Mab should have considered.] I do intend to. No sense letting him break himself.
Can't really argue against that. All the fightin', callin', and matin'-- Th'noise level alone is just obscene. [Being half-spirit, she's hardly immune to Spring's none-too-subtle urgings. It doesn't change the fact that she's always considered it the season of innocence (more specifically, innocence lost.)]
A bigger devil too, no doubt. [One less victim to tease. She still has the bottle of holy water balanced on her lap-- near at hand if anyone in the blue-balls club gets testy.] I reckon you may be onto something there. Gaia knows I start itchin' for a fight when I'm not gettin' any.
[Finished with her pint, Oni eyes the walnut-fudge. Thank goodness there's so much ice cream, as the speed with which she consumes it must be legendary.] Tears are gonna be runnin' like rivers in several realms, when that happens.
I'll keep an eye out, too, as much as I'm able. If Wilson starts fallin' off th'deep end, it ain't good for anybody.
Not to mention the birthing. There's nothing quiet or calm about that, I can tell you. [Mab has her own strange relationship with the season, after all it's when a part of herself is put to sleep for half the year.]
A two for one devil, then. We shall just have to stay aware.
This form isn't that celebrated. [There are snorts of 'no one believes your modesty' in the background as the remaining males still stalk their prey. Mab's smile agrees with them.]
I'm not sure it doesn't mean he's more sane than he was. [This sounds a little regretful.]
[Her lips twitch, fighting the urge to laugh outright.] You mean it's not like in th'movies? A little sweat, a little grunting. Th'baby slips out like shit through a goose.
Thankfully I'm not that drunk. But I gotta tell ya, it ain't from lack of tryin'.
[Judging by the expression on her face, Oni does not buy your bullshit either, Mab.] Who you kiddin'?
Merde, so he's losing his insanity and it's making him... More unhinged? Maybe it's th'ice cream talkin', but I can't comprehend that.
Well, per'aps not. But they were triplets, weren't they? I imagine one baby's no cake walk, but three? Sweet, merciful heavens. It's a miracle you weren't torn asunder.
But how am I gonna keep an eye on th'three stooges over there, if y'give me somethin' that knocks me on my ass? Not that I'm sayin' "no," here...
[Again, this face.] I can't even with you, right now. Curves like that do not exist in nature without th'help of a damn fine surgeon. Poets will write songs lamentin' th'loss.
[Even if it doesn't quite fit, it begins to make sense. Perhaps the reality of his situation is beginning to sink in, without the usual buffer of the jovial voices in his head.] Just when I thought I couldn't be more worried.
You assume I have any virtue left t'defend. [Oni grins around her spoonful of ice cream, lounging so far back in her seat, she's nearly lying down.]
Maybe not unattainable, no, but certainly not common. So when you go through these changes, do you pick your new look? Or is it just... What comes naturally?
Like I said, Mab, if he's spendin' all his energy on you, then th'rest of us can breathe a little easier, but still. I'll keep it in mind.
Consent, then. [Mab is considering whether she should purchase eating couches at this point. Someone has to be doing roman recreation work somewhere.]
Both. Think of it like clothing. You can survive a period of time in something specific and constricting, but if you wish to be fully functional, it has to fit well.
Oh, I doubt I could take all of his energy. He has his own interests, and I have a future to build.
How exactly were you plannin' on usin' yer own sufferin'?
...Touché. [And, with that, she sits much more modestly.] I likes my consent where it is. But I trust you not t'let some horned fucker ravish me, so let's see this drink you were talkin' about.
Is there some sorta ritual you go through? Or is it like a spontaneous sorta thing? Like sneezing.
Well, no, perhaps not all of it. [Spoken like a woman who also has experience with a libido buoyed by a healing factor. She grins wickedly.] Just enough t'slow him down.
You are a guest in my 'home', and a friend. I would do no less. [She goes to another pantry with more bottles. Some are labeled, some have stamped glass, others she clearly just has to go by color, shape, and contents. The bottle she selects looks a hell of a lot like an ordinary microbrew or import, but the language on it is nearly impossible to read because it doesn't seem to want to be read.] Tell me if you need another. [Mab offers the bottle.]
Ritual is for focus and control. This is more a matter of biological process. [Laced with magic, but still.]
Slowed him to a stop a few times, but I always make the mistake of feeding him. [Mab doesn't bother to clarify exactly who might think it was a mistake.]
[How Mab has memorized the contents of so many bottles is beyond her. Oni's too far gone for actual reading, so the mysterious label escapes her, but when she twists off the top and takes a sip, it's obviously not made from anything she's ever tried before. She wonders, absently, if it's even a grain that grows in her plane of existence.] Well, that certainly does th'trick. Jesus H. Christ, I'm gonna be seein' double in a minute.
Huh. Probably somethin' you prefer t'do alone, then. [For some reason, she insanely thinks of a serpent shedding its skin. A very glamorous snake.]
[That makes her laugh.] Oui, I'd say that's definitely where you messed up.
[If they didn't have the relationship they did, Mab's smile and enjoyment of Oni eating and drinking her food would be potentially upsetting with the possible blackmail. As it is, Mab is simply enjoying playing host.] As long as it's only double.
Very likely. The arrival of spring is a bit like dying every year.
Of course, if I don't, tacos just start showing up.
[Oni has heard, and to some extent seen, what the consequences of accepting the fae's hospitality might be, but they've crossed that line so many times by now; Had it been another faerie, and not her very good friend, she'd be far less inclined to accept such an offering, as they came at such a high cost.] Experience has taught me t'aim for th'middle, in those situations. Unless it's a trickster spirit, in which case, ugh... Just... They're impossible. Oh! Is it true you've got a wine that'll drive th'gods mad?
That sounds... Vaguely uncomfortable. How d'you prepare for it? And does that mean you're reborn each autumn?
[She snorts into her drink.] Random ass tacos materializing in your kitchen? I reckon there's worse things...
Shame is an emotion that is much more useful in others than myself.
Wise choice. [Mab's eyes flicker over the shelves until she spots the bottle that contains such a wine.] Technically it's a fortified wine. The combination of the different liquors is what tends to get the effect.
Discomfort is certainly a factor. When I had my court, we all suffered the transition together, so there was little need to prepare specifically. This year, we will see. As for the autumn, well, there's a reason I've always particularly enjoyed Halloween and its predecessors.
The tacos are not the issue. The delivery people can be.
[She tries mightily to follow Mab's glance but, let's face it, she's already too drunk for that. For a brief moment-- call it temporary insanity --Oni wonders what a wine that would twist the gods tastes like, but some curiosities don't need satisfying.] Th'fact that you even have it is sayin' somethin'. How many gods have you driven 'round th'bend with that stuff? Remind me never t'piss you off.
Oh, boy. I bet that was a fun time t'be around in your court. Everyone's goin' through collective PMS on steroids. It wouldn't surprise me if people made themselves scarce, that time of year.
[She sniggers into her beer.] I can just imagine. Are they shit tacos, or does he at least order quality?
Sometimes gods want to lose themselves before the world loses them. I have used it more often in mercy than in revenge. [Mab is thoughtful in her mulling, but doesn't expand with actual numbers or her occasional role as psychopomp.]
Things generally just slow down. We do have the practice of going through the cycle for many centuries, and it's clearly predictable. Much like PMS, I suppose.
[She pulls a thoughtful look, albeit a little blearily.] So it's true, then. When they're forgotten, th'gods simply cease t'be. Maybe a blessin' in disguise, if y'ask me.
Do y'have a my body is doing this crap again routine, then?
None, whatsoever. [Oni wrinkles her nose and sticks her tongue out.] I guess it's too much t'hope that some class woulda rubbed off on him-- At least where food is concerned. Some of th'shit he consumes just boggles th'mind. If it weren't for his healin' factor, I'm tellin' you, he'd have died of food poisonin' a lonnnng time ago.
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Depends on the individual. Most at better at inspiring the initial want than providing the satisfaction that sends you back time and again. [All jabs all the time. Especially for Ed the lust demon.]
A bit too perfume-y? My children refuse it for that reason.
[Mab nods, agreeing with all sentiments that Oni expressed and a few that she didn't have to say.] That is the general pattern, though, the question of how long I will make sense to anyone is certainly coming. Spring will bring changes, I believe.
Less playful and over large. Still insanity, but without the strange joy that summoned the undead dinosaur? Perhaps it is just time and trauma.
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and immaturefor all this innuendo.] I dunno, I guess I just assumed th'Spring goddesses were a bit more... Virginal. But maybe it really does take all types.So they talk a big game, but when th'time comes t'get th'job done, they don't deliver? That's a cryin' shame. [Poor Ed. There's something lewd in his stare, as if he'd love the opportunity to prove both women wrong, but he knows better than to raise his voice and interrupt Mab's ice cream social.]
It is a little like eating perfume, yes, but it smells great.
[Oni makes an agreeing noise around her spoon.] Women change. He'd better get used to it. Are y'thinking of doin' a new look?
No, I hadn't noticed that. [And that's some degree of alarming. Oni considered herself his friend, but without his sometimes confounding sense of humor, what was left? Just his pain, and loneliess, and a compulsion to kill-- Out of boredom, if nothing else.] Per'aps... Certainly worth payin' closer attention, at least.
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I have a theory that the frustration is supposed to feed into wrath, which must be a bigger sin. What do you think? [She levels a look at Ed that isn't a threat but still makes him shiver and turn his focus on the still willing parties. Better to get where the getting is good and available.]
Anything flavored with rose is an indulgence. Then because of the difficulty, now because of rarity.
Seems likely. I am no longer the winter of Tir na n'Og, and summer is coming. Perhaps something leaner.
[Mab believes that there is something more literal missing from Deadpool than the consequences of depression, though Oni's concerns are genuine and something a more human creature than Mab should have considered.] I do intend to. No sense letting him break himself.
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A bigger devil too, no doubt. [One less victim to tease. She still has the bottle of holy water balanced on her lap-- near at hand if anyone in the blue-balls club gets testy.] I reckon you may be onto something there. Gaia knows I start itchin' for a fight when I'm not gettin' any.
[Finished with her pint, Oni eyes the walnut-fudge. Thank goodness there's so much ice cream, as the speed with which she consumes it must be legendary.] Tears are gonna be runnin' like rivers in several realms, when that happens.
I'll keep an eye out, too, as much as I'm able. If Wilson starts fallin' off th'deep end, it ain't good for anybody.
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A two for one devil, then. We shall just have to stay aware.
This form isn't that celebrated. [There are snorts of 'no one believes your modesty' in the background as the remaining males still stalk their prey. Mab's smile agrees with them.]
I'm not sure it doesn't mean he's more sane than he was. [This sounds a little regretful.]
Mun agrees with Mab 100%
Thankfully I'm not that drunk. But I gotta tell ya, it ain't from lack of tryin'.
[Judging by the expression on her face, Oni does not buy your bullshit either, Mab.] Who you kiddin'?
Merde, so he's losing his insanity and it's making him... More unhinged? Maybe it's th'ice cream talkin', but I can't comprehend that.
I had a feeling
I can offer you things that might remedy that particular situation.
Fine. Wade will be sad along with some few others. [Modesty does not suit her. She might just be seeking praise.]
Not more unhinged. Less happy? More serious? [Neither quite fits.]
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But how am I gonna keep an eye on th'three stooges over there, if y'give me somethin' that knocks me on my ass? Not that I'm sayin' "no," here...
[Again, this face.] I can't even with you, right now. Curves like that do not exist in nature without th'help of a damn fine surgeon. Poets will write songs lamentin' th'loss.
[Even if it doesn't quite fit, it begins to make sense. Perhaps the reality of his situation is beginning to sink in, without the usual buffer of the jovial voices in his head.] Just when I thought I couldn't be more worried.
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I do believe I can manage to maintain my virtue in your presence while defending yours if necessary.
A surgeon or some nice corsetry. And it's not like the form is unattainable. Simply not mine for the next season.
Admittedly, he does seem to be enjoying my company as a counter, but keep it in mind.
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You assume I have any virtue left t'defend. [Oni grins around her spoonful of ice cream, lounging so far back in her seat, she's nearly lying down.]
Maybe not unattainable, no, but certainly not common. So when you go through these changes, do you pick your new look? Or is it just... What comes naturally?
Like I said, Mab, if he's spendin' all his energy on you, then th'rest of us can breathe a little easier, but still. I'll keep it in mind.
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Consent, then. [Mab is considering whether she should purchase eating couches at this point. Someone has to be doing roman recreation work somewhere.]
Both. Think of it like clothing. You can survive a period of time in something specific and constricting, but if you wish to be fully functional, it has to fit well.
Oh, I doubt I could take all of his energy. He has his own interests, and I have a future to build.
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...Touché. [And, with that, she sits much more modestly.] I likes my consent where it is. But I trust you not t'let some horned fucker ravish me, so let's see this drink you were talkin' about.
Is there some sorta ritual you go through? Or is it like a spontaneous sorta thing? Like sneezing.
Well, no, perhaps not all of it. [Spoken like a woman who also has experience with a libido buoyed by a healing factor. She grins wickedly.] Just enough t'slow him down.
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You are a guest in my 'home', and a friend. I would do no less. [She goes to another pantry with more bottles. Some are labeled, some have stamped glass, others she clearly just has to go by color, shape, and contents. The bottle she selects looks a hell of a lot like an ordinary microbrew or import, but the language on it is nearly impossible to read because it doesn't seem to want to be read.] Tell me if you need another. [Mab offers the bottle.]
Ritual is for focus and control. This is more a matter of biological process. [Laced with magic, but still.]
Slowed him to a stop a few times, but I always make the mistake of feeding him. [Mab doesn't bother to clarify exactly who might think it was a mistake.]
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[How Mab has memorized the contents of so many bottles is beyond her. Oni's too far gone for actual reading, so the mysterious label escapes her, but when she twists off the top and takes a sip, it's obviously not made from anything she's ever tried before. She wonders, absently, if it's even a grain that grows in her plane of existence.] Well, that certainly does th'trick. Jesus H. Christ, I'm gonna be seein' double in a minute.
Huh. Probably somethin' you prefer t'do alone, then. [For some reason, she insanely thinks of a serpent shedding its skin. A very glamorous snake.]
[That makes her laugh.] Oui, I'd say that's definitely where you messed up.
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[If they didn't have the relationship they did, Mab's smile and enjoyment of Oni eating and drinking her food would be potentially upsetting with the possible blackmail. As it is, Mab is simply enjoying playing host.] As long as it's only double.
Very likely. The arrival of spring is a bit like dying every year.
Of course, if I don't, tacos just start showing up.
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[Oni has heard, and to some extent seen, what the consequences of accepting the fae's hospitality might be, but they've crossed that line so many times by now; Had it been another faerie, and not her very good friend, she'd be far less inclined to accept such an offering, as they came at such a high cost.] Experience has taught me t'aim for th'middle, in those situations. Unless it's a trickster spirit, in which case, ugh... Just... They're impossible. Oh! Is it true you've got a wine that'll drive th'gods mad?
That sounds... Vaguely uncomfortable. How d'you prepare for it? And does that mean you're reborn each autumn?
[She snorts into her drink.] Random ass tacos materializing in your kitchen? I reckon there's worse things...
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Wise choice. [Mab's eyes flicker over the shelves until she spots the bottle that contains such a wine.] Technically it's a fortified wine. The combination of the different liquors is what tends to get the effect.
Discomfort is certainly a factor. When I had my court, we all suffered the transition together, so there was little need to prepare specifically. This year, we will see. As for the autumn, well, there's a reason I've always particularly enjoyed Halloween and its predecessors.
The tacos are not the issue. The delivery people can be.
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[She tries mightily to follow Mab's glance but, let's face it, she's already too drunk for that. For a brief moment-- call it temporary insanity --Oni wonders what a wine that would twist the gods tastes like, but some curiosities don't need satisfying.] Th'fact that you even have it is sayin' somethin'. How many gods have you driven 'round th'bend with that stuff? Remind me never t'piss you off.
Oh, boy. I bet that was a fun time t'be around in your court. Everyone's goin' through collective PMS on steroids. It wouldn't surprise me if people made themselves scarce, that time of year.
[She sniggers into her beer.] I can just imagine. Are they shit tacos, or does he at least order quality?
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Sometimes gods want to lose themselves before the world loses them. I have used it more often in mercy than in revenge. [Mab is thoughtful in her mulling, but doesn't expand with actual numbers or her occasional role as psychopomp.]
Things generally just slow down. We do have the practice of going through the cycle for many centuries, and it's clearly predictable. Much like PMS, I suppose.
He prefers quantity over quality. No shock there.
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[She pulls a thoughtful look, albeit a little blearily.] So it's true, then. When they're forgotten, th'gods simply cease t'be. Maybe a blessin' in disguise, if y'ask me.
Do y'have a my body is doing this crap again routine, then?
None, whatsoever. [Oni wrinkles her nose and sticks her tongue out.] I guess it's too much t'hope that some class woulda rubbed off on him-- At least where food is concerned. Some of th'shit he consumes just boggles th'mind. If it weren't for his healin' factor, I'm tellin' you, he'd have died of food poisonin' a lonnnng time ago.
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Depends on the god. There are many afterlives. Even for those that were once divine.
Not entirely. Most often I would compensate by spending time in colder places as I could to draw on the outside energy for strength.
You aren't wrong, but the healing factor is very much a part of him as he is at the moment.