Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Dec 26, 2010 13:51:34 GMT -5
Oh, observed Teagan mutely. That Cobalt bastard could pitch after all.
(If she could read minds, then she would've been greatly offended by Cobalt not "throwing like a girl." She was a girl, after all, and she'd given Orca one hell of a magically induced pitch. And now it was about time to introduce him to how a girl could hit the damn ball, no magic required.)
She inhaled, adjusting her shoulders as the dirty white orb shot her way. Then, timing precisely during that short interval, she swung her bat with a careful rotation of her shoulders, abdomen, and even hips. She exhaled.
There was a loud collision. The ball shot toward the center of the field several feet above a normally-sized person's head.
[dice=20]
Teagan liked the tight feeling that rippled up through her hands and into her shoulders a moment after the hit. It was familiar and comfortable, shooting up joint by joint with the barest amount of pain in this cold October air.
Her head hurt, but was playing like this really so bad?
Her flaming hair whipped around like a torch, finally coming to rest as it sizzled around her pale throat and became entangled in the collar of her black jacket. The swing of her shoulders slowed to a stop. She gently straightened up to a standing position, her right hand clasped around the end of the cold metal bat like a walking stick. She calmly let her left hand dangle by her hip.
The cold air rustled around the school grounds.
Would those two bozos manage to catch the damn thing?
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Dec 27, 2010 1:17:35 GMT -5
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(ooc: Holy shit. This was seriously the first number that came up. I had nothing to do with it.)
Sparky watched as Teagan hit it, watched as it completely whizzed over his head. He couldn't move. He sucked, he knew, but hey, at least it wasn't his job to catch the ball. Sparky moved to turn and watch where it landed, but instead, he rolled his ankle and landed painfully on his ass. He looked up, up at Teagan, who was watching the ball fly.
Her red hair, the hair he knew so well, settled about her shoulders.
A part of him knew that he'd never touch it again. He'd never even really touched it. He'd never gotten to pet it, or run his fingers through it. And it was just there, all pretty and red-like.
It was a shame, and it made Sparky sad.
So he looked away, around to where Orca was, to watch something else.[rand=015940060043627025207805636363389935091082465787966779757915750759]
[ooc: hahah i was kinda hoping for a 1, too, so orca and sparky could both fail miserably together BUT THIS WORKS TOO]
Teagan hit the ball, and Orca didn't waste even a moment to check if Sparky was going to go for it. The lycan rocketed off as soon as he heard the ball crack off the bat, and even then he almost wasn't fast enough. Key word: almost.
The lycan skidded, turned on a dime. There wasn't even a missed beat as he shifted fluidly from boy to wolf and launched himself into the air, jaws already gaping to catch the ball.
WHUMPF
Owwww. Great. First his hand -- paw, now, -- then the mouth. At least that wasn't actually broken. Just a bit sore. He landed, shook out the still somewhat-stingy paw, and began to lope back toward the other two, holding the baseball in his mouth like some sort of oversized family pet. The huge wolf paused at Sparky's side, nudging against him, then was quite suddenly the shaggy boy Orca, who, still standing and leaning against the professor, spat the ball out. He started to hand it out to Teagan, then paused. He hadn't drooled or anything, gosh no, but it still was kinda gross, so...
The lycan raised his shirt, wiped the ball off with it like you would polish an apple and then held it out to Teagan, eyes bright, panting slightly like he was still in his other form, his entire visage practically radiating delight. So what if the rest of today had basically gone to hell? He'd caught the ball.
Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Dec 27, 2010 19:55:27 GMT -5
What happened next was almost to be expected--Cobalt didn't even try to catch it. Then again, the Monolayre doubted she would bother either. Without any intention of doing so, she'd shot the ball off high into the sky as if it were a goddamn bottle rocket.
Her head hurt. She took a moment to rub her temple before brushing her hair behind her ear and pretending to not be in the least bit of pain at all.
Her stoic expression had merely soured a little, and she may have, perhaps, given off an aura of edgy grumpiness.
Cobalt was on the ground.
Orca leaped gracefully, a sudden blur of pale fur that glimmered in the moonlight, catching the ball with his mouth. After a moment, his powerful frame limped on back. He shifted to a boy. He leaned against the pedophile, not minding in the least that Cobalt was still flat on his ass.
He rubbed off the slobber (for the most part) and handed back the lycan-bitten stone-turned-baseball. It was lined with two rows of bite marks. Teagan accepted it warily, raising a slender eyebrow at his comment.
Given that there were no bases (due to the incompetent Cobalt) and thus no safe points, what was the point in calling someone out?
Then again, perhaps she was just too much of a ravenclaw.
Damn, her head hurt.
She flicked her wand at each the ball and bat in turn, undoing the transfiguration magic. "How about we call it a night?" she said somewhat weakly. Instead of attributing this to the migraine and nausea she was steadily beginning to feel, the pair could easily presume she had only just realized who exactly she was hanging out with.
Didn't they understand the consequences of that?
Anyway, Orca seemed to be a bit injured, Cobalt seemed to be a bit something-or-other, and she needed to take a breather. Why did she want to be by Orca's side so badly? Something was seriously fucking with her head, and she wasn't appreciating it in the least.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Dec 30, 2010 7:38:09 GMT -5
As he watched, Orca turned into a goddamn wolf and caught the ball. Holy shit. Sparky's mouth was simply stuck open, watching as a giant wolf the size of... of something bigger than him came running over, looking so big because of Sparky's vantage point on the ground. A big old he-... Wait, it was just Teagan the Second. What was he freaking out for? He'd seen this dog thousands of times before. It was okay. He would be okay. It was okay.
Then, Orca shifted, and the illusion was ruined. Oh well.
And apparently, Teagan was out. It made sense. Orca did catch the ball, whether he'd used his crazy lycan powers to do it or not. He supposed, really, it was Teagan the Second who'd caught the ball, anyway, but if anything he would've said Teagan II was on his team, not Teagan's. Wait a second, hadn't it been Teagan and Sparky on a team, not too long ago? What ever happened to that? It had been Teagan who'd chosen to split them up again, hadn't it?
That was how she was, he supposed, even when it came to baseball.
What a bitch.
His heart ached.
She seemed to want to call it a night... which meant she would leave. With Orca. Like they'd arrived. Hand in hand, or hand on waist? Why was she even with him? As far as he knew, her relationships extended to a former prefect or two. He'd heard nothing about Orca in the rumor mill, but then again, Teagan wasn't exactly a student at the school anymore, and Orca had nothing to do with it, either. No wonder he hadn't heard.
He couldn't even keep up on her activities, anymore.
Sparky agreed with her, but his voice, too, was... off.
"Are you okay?"
A long pause, as he considered things. They were both so... so stupid sometimes. Like, really. Why couldn't they just grow up and say what they wanted?
Though, for that matter, why couldn't he? He probably would've never even told Sparky how he felt were it not for Teagan being psychic and a blabby pants. The fact he wasn't even sure completely how he felt about that Sparky Cobalt was besides the point.
...Man, was he okay?
Sure, sure, he was.
The lycan sighed loudly, barely holding back a scowl. Damned humans.
"I'm just gonna... go back to the forest. Or something." Yeah, he'd go and hunt up some dinner or sleep in his nice barky tree with his nice woodland friends. Something.
Oh, wait, Teagan and her... problem. He glanced over to her, wondering slightly why she wasn't still all over him, and stuff. Man, before, he'd practically had to scrape her off him; she'd been so goddamn kissy and--
Another sigh, but when he spoke next, his voice was more gentle... if such a thing was even possible from Orca Call.
"Are you still... umm..." A vague gesture. How did he insinuate that, that whole 'I love you' bullshit ordeal? Fuck. "I mean..." Frustrated, the lycan scruffled his hair, not knowing where to look. Ahhhh, he'd probably fucked things up so bad with both her and Sparky.
Okay. He totally knew how to handle this.
"Teagan, I'm sorry." For leading her on, for dragging her out here, for using her to get a reaction out of Sparky of some sort. She really was a nice girl, fun to be around. She'd been so cute before, turning him into a goddamn rat or whatever and laughing with him. Had that all been fake, too? Fuck. He was such an asshole; he'd done all that but still wanted to be her friend. Did she even have friends? Urgghhh.
He took a breath, turned to the other boy.
"Sparky, I'm sorry." For being like that with Teagan in front of him, for hurting him, for liking him too much, for not doing more to somehow make things better. He would someday though, right? Maybe that was just bullshit dreaming there, or romantic idealism, or something douchey like that, but he liked to hope. Yeah, he loved Sparky, so what? He was quite aware of all the barriers in his path, there, not just the whole boy-boy thing (which until this point had never even occurred to him, holy shit), but, you know, everything else. He could go on and on about it, but... no. At this point, he was just tired. He just wanted to put it aside, worry about it all later.
"I just, ah..." He swallowed hard, not understanding where he was going with this at all. Time to escape.
A shimmer of air, and then the wolf stood there again, paw more or less fixed, or at least healed enough that when it suddenly wheeled and ran it didn't hinder its flight in the least.
Hey, at the least the baseball thing had been fun.
Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Jan 2, 2011 17:04:57 GMT -5
Cobalt concurred. Orca babbled and then concurred. He did apologize for something, though, that little prick... Did that mean he did something to make her feel funny? He wasn't a random victim of her misplaced affection? Whatever affection she showed was most certainly misplaced. She knew better than to make friends. Well, whatever. He scurried.
Teagan's turn.
With a slight wave to the straggling boy, she put her hands in her pockets, still clutching her wand one way or another, and calmly walked off.
Something was wrong with her. What, though? And why was her magic being janky? And what exactly had she had a conversation with amidst all of this roma--Wait. Romance? Romance? Had she had a romance? What did that even mean? Goddamn, her head hurt.
She'd done something really stupid, even if she couldn't recall it clearly yet.
The frosty grass crunched under her feet as her flaming hair faded off into the distance.
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