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[belligerentwarrior]

WHO: Freya and Penelope
WHERE: Pen's place
WHEN: 6/13
WHAT: Real weapons and a tomato monster and maybe magic. What could go wrong?
WARNINGS: None yet.

[Most friends go visit each other for a shared hobby, or to catch up about their week. Most friends did normal things, like get lunch or watch a movie or some stuff. Most friends did not go "Hey, check out this cool spear!" and mess with a mutant tomato-man-thing that lived in a magic rock.]

[Things have gotten weird since Retrospec happened.]

[Freya only gives two raps of a courtesy knock on the door of Pen's apartment before entering, since Pen knew she was on her way. She did, however, enter quietly, in case miss-fancy-youtube-star was still recording or some such like that.]

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[belligerentwarrior]

[Swords and sorcery, Pen. She's calling you a nerd. Obliquely.]

[Freya lets out a quiet laugh, grinning.] Handsome pirates? Well, aren't you lucky? [A little shake of the head. It'd be a lot more fun to talk about the pirates, but they weren't the focus of that list.] So what, judge, jury, executioner and all that?

[mincingminuet]

[Oh he could be. Balthier is in a list of his own.

But yeah.]

Judge, jury, executioner, general, magician, knight. These guys seem like the works. Really, really dangerous people. At least one tried to kill me.

[belligerentwarrior]

[Concern flickers over Freya's expression.]

What happened?

[mincingminuet]

Honestly? I don't know. I was in this big metal room, like...a hangar or something. big open space, with what looked like airplanes lining the walls. And this guy in crazy armor storms out of a doorway and starts throwing magic spells. I...don't know what I did but I blocked them somehow, and then me, the pirate, that knight, and another man fought him.

It's...well, it's not the first time I've seen fighting. Or bad things, like being kidnapped by this lizard man, but this was the first time I was fighting a man who wanted to kill me.

[belligerentwarrior]

[She frowns a little. She's been asking a lot of questions, and doesn't want to get to nosy—Penelope would have brought it up herself if she wanted to talk about it, right? Still, it felt wrong to just leave it there, on "by the way he wanted me dead." Pen didn't seem shaken or anything, but to make sure...]

You holdin' up alright? That sounds rough.

[mincingminuet]

Yeah. I'm fine. [She smiles brightly, flipping the spear cylinder over in her fingertips casually.

We beat him. His name was Ghis, and...I am definitely sure we beat him. It's not like I died or anything. It's...freaky, but not the end of the world.

[belligerentwarrior]

[She makes an amused huff.] Ghis, huh. Now that's a name. [The way Freya said it, it wasn't a good name. It feels weird on her tongue. Thin, or like the rest of the syllables just dropped off.]

[Freya glances back at Pen, returning the smile.] Glad to hear it, then.

[mincingminuet]

Yeah. He seemed like a real piece of work.

[Pen drops the spear down into her lap and then lays back, almost lazily continuing to smile at Freya.]

Anyway. I remembered something else. Wanna see a neat trick?

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya's eyes narrow a bit. The last time Pen had mentioned a "trick", they'd been bantering about her little minion friend. She actually glances around, briefly, that smile giving Freya the feeling of being watched by a stalking cat. ]

Alright, I don't know what you're up to, but shoot.

[mincingminuet]

[Good instincts. Very good instincts. Penelope's fingers twitch and roll through the air, tracing a pattern in the air. A faint glow appears around her fingertips, barely a flicker...]

I remembered a spell.

[And just like that, the spell goes off, the both of them leaving the ground behind. Just...hovering, deck chair and all, about 6 or so inches off the ground.]

[belligerentwarrior]

[This has to be the bizarrest sensation she's ever felt. It's instinct that also causes Freya's hand to wildly fly back and grasp the deck railing when she feels her feet leave the ground, accompanied by the briefest shock of confused panic—at least, until it registers. Pen and her chair are floating, too, and calmly.]

[So Freya cautiously releases the railing, letting out a little laugh when she remains steady.]

Well, are you just full of surprises. [Somethingsomething leviosa.]

[mincingminuet]

[Kicking off of her chair, Pen drifts over and finds herself standing (floating) eye level with Freya for the first time. Grinning now, she pats the taller woman's shoulder.]

I mean, yes? This surprised me too, but it came to me this afternoon. While you were on your way over, I experimented some. It wears off after about five, ten minutes.

[belligerentwarrior]

[It's... strange, being able to look Pen directly in the face like this. Freya hadn't realized how accustomed she was to seeing the top of her head.]

[Her grin widens a little.] Guess you'll finally be able to use all those cupboards now, huh?

[mincingminuet]

[She's cute up close, isn't she? Pen snorts a laugh and flicks Freya's forehead gently.]

Yep. And I'll be able to get into new places to mess with you, too.

[belligerentwarrior]

[To be fair, though, she's always cute. Freya feigns an indignant face before it slides back into a playful grin.]

Like you need more help with that, you little imp. [She punctuates 'imp' with a poke to Pen's sternum.]

[mincingminuet]

[Pen puffs up a little indignantly. It's play-acted, and ridiculous but definitely very much her.]

Imp? Who's the imp? I don't have bat wings or a little bowler hat!

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya cocks her head ever-so-slightly to the side, her eyes amused.]

You might as well. Mischievous, spells, little minion that does your bidding? They'd look right at home on you.

[mincingminuet]

[Okay, she cannot keep a straight face. At all.]

You know, you're right. Only if you get me to say my name backwards, I'm not going anywhere. And if I do sprout bat wings, I'm going to torment you mercilessly.

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya props her hands on her hips and leans forward another inch. Then she says, with an entirely straight face,] And just how would I notice the difference?

[mincingminuet]

[Pen does the exact same thing. almost bumping noses with Freya. And in a complete deadpan:]

You'd find itching powder in your underwear drawer.

[belligerentwarrior]

[She holds the expression and pose for a moment longer, grey eyes to unfortunately grey eyes. Then Freya straightens up with a smile, giving Pen's cheek a pat pat.]

The fact that you've got that rattlin' around in your head just proves my point.

[mincingminuet]

[Pen's nose wrinkles up a little bit like she's about to sneeze, and then she stands up straighter too.]

I think floating'll be useful, at least. Even if it's not flashy...boom magic. Honestly probably more than that, if I want to keep out of trouble.

[belligerentwarrior]

And a lot more fun, if you ask me. [Now that she'd gotten used to it, Freya rather liked the feeling of floating. She pulls herself over the railing kicking gently off of it, floating out over the (very grey) backyard. They still had a few minutes of float left; they might as well have fun with it.]

[mincingminuet]

[Pen laughs and does the same, lazily drifting out into the yard. It may be more grey than winter, but it's still a nice day. Almost makes her wish she had a floating ball or something.]

It's like being in low gravity or something. Kind of hard to describe because I don't feel weightless or anything.

[belligerentwarrior]

Reminds me of swimming, but without the effort. [Something for next time, then.]

Meant to thank you, by the way. Those lessons out at the range came in handy.