OOM: Beach. Baby. Bianca....yeah

[latino_menace]

Ramon's more than happy to disappear while Arithon and Random do their thing with magic and souls. He's a little less comfortable with having to entertain a kid while they do so.

Hmmm. Beach. There's a lot of sand. He has no blanket to put the kid on and has the vague notion that putting him down without one would be Frowned Upon. Also, how does one put sunscreen on a baby that's wearing clothes anyway.

Ramon does the sensible thing. He stands and...flails waits for a solution to present itself.

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[latino_menace]

He glares at her.

'...what? Witches? Why?'

Oooh, alliteration.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"Because that's what I am - a witch, now that I'm not a vampire. Spirits are attracted to me, and if I really wanted to I could ask them to do things for me."

[latino_menace]

Blink blink blink.

'I didn't know that. How the hell did that happen?'

Perfect. Goddamnit.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Amused,

"Genetics?"

[latino_menace]

No no no, wait, what?

This is all news to him.

'What the fuck are you talking about?'

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

She glances down at him.

"Okay. Being a witch, being psychic, here in this world they tend to run in families, yes? It ran in my father's, so I inherited the ability to read minds, to see ghosts of people and things, and to be attractive to spirits. When I was a vampire, I was possessed by a spirit, so that canceled out the later two abilities. When that portion of Amel was banished, I'm back on the spirit radar, so to speak. That's all witches are, here, people who can ask spirits to do things for them."

[latino_menace]

He looks around him, a touch fearfully, as though hordes of witches will suddenly appear and start doing spooky things at him.

'Christ, is nowhere safe? This is Earth, there's not supposed to be magic,' he grumbles.

Load of freaks, the lot of 'em.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"It's not magic?"

[latino_menace]

'Yes it is,' he replies stubbornly. 'No one can do that where I'm from.'

Which is the important thing, he thinks.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"It's not, actually. They are just...little balls of vaugely sentient energy. Not actually magic. And how do you know?"

[latino_menace]

'Sounds like magic to me.'

He turns his head to check that Martin's still alive and hasn't started to eat sand yet - only a matter of time, he thinks - then glances up at her with a disdainful expression.

'If there were that stuff on my Earth, then people would know about it. And we don't.'

Yes, he likes his generalisations, at times. But hell, for all he knows, this Eath and his could be the same. He's clueless about such matters and there's really no way to check.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"Not all people here do know. In fact, most don't. Nearly all don't. Just as nearly all people here believe that vampires are the work of fiction."

[latino_menace]

He contemplates that for a moment, then looks around again.

'Jesus, I hope this Earth isn't the same as my own.'

It's only just occured to him and isn't that nice a thought.

'What year is it here?'

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"It's currently March 2006. Sunday, 19th, to be exact. Time...sometime after one?"

[latino_menace]

He relaxes then and turns his head away again.

'That's alright then. Even if its the same world, the shit hasn't hit the fan yet.'

Yet another smoke gets lit and he exhales quietly before bringing the magic thing up again.

'Little balls of sentient energy? Whats the use of them?'

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"Well, they can tell me things. Find things. Get enough of them, pamper and sedcue them enough, and they can make it rain. Things like that." She's smiling as she says it, though.

[latino_menace]

'Make it rain?'

He sneers. Sounds like magic to him.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Gather the particles and such in the air enough to form droplets. I can't do that, though. Not that I've tried, but I'm pretty certain I can't. And can't be bothered, anyway."

[latino_menace]

'If you can't do it, how do you even know about it? Or have you been shown?'

He crosses a leg over a bent knee, still lounging. It's nice to be somewhere hot after the never-ending winter at the bar. Feels like its been going on forever.

'I can't see what use it'd be anyway. You can fetch and carry your own things, I'm sure.'

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"I've read about it - and if I ever talk to Maharet, I'll ask her in more detail. She hasn't been able to do it for about six thousand years, though."

And then?

Bianca just smiles. And begins to talk. Not to Ramon, but to the spirits hovering around them. Ramon can't see them, but maybe he can feel the brush of them as they listen to her. She speaks in her childhood Flornetine Italian, although really it doesn't matter. She talks and talks and pleads and humours and tempts and seduces and praises, her hands constantly moving...

And something, or rather some things, lift Ramon up off the sand.

[latino_menace]

She gets eyed curiously as she starts to talk, and even more so as weird sensations start to fill the air. Yes, even he can feel that.

'Bianca?'

And then there's an undignified sort of yelp as he's risen off the ground.

Cue flailing.

'What the fuck are you doing?!'

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Cue giggelfit.

[latino_menace]

'Bianca! Put me the fuck down!'

Ramon? Does not like being laughed at.

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"Okay, okay! My darlings, if you could be so kind as to put him down..."

The spirits do. Only...only Bianca has been away from them too long and they are so happy she's back and they can read thoughts, and...

Ramon is put down.

In the ocean.

Well, at least his Armani jacket is still on the beach?

[latino_menace]

...unfortunately, the Armani jacket matched Armani pants. Which he is wearing.

He fears that no amount of dry cleaning is going to help this situation.

He emerges looking not amused. And spluttering. Quite a lot.