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on the outside [open]

Character(s): Billie + whoever else is lurking around the wilderness.
Status: Open
Location(s): Marshlands near City of the Free Peoples
Date(s) Early March
About: With tensions and fighting within the city on the rise, Billie's opted to keep Mr. Werewolf fed through somewhat more wild means.
Warnings: She's hunting, so animal death and potentially more violence.

With winter on the run and the snow and ice ebbing away, the marsh isn't necessarily the safest place to pick off rabbits and the like, but the point is that the animals know that, too. There's less foot traffic outside of the road that edges around the swampy parts out here, meaning creatures popping up to pick at what greenery has begun to show through are far more common.

It also makes it a good place to hunt through less conventional means. Why waste arrows when you can literally turn into a giant rat? Or in this case, a cross between a human and a rat. She's shed her coat and boots to go skulking through the marshland in her black-furred shiftling form. At a distance, it's easy to assume she's one of the beastfolk. Though, at a closer range, the much more wild traits of a wererat are obvious to someone who knows what they're looking at. She isn't a wererat in actuality but for lack of a better word...

All that aside, for whatever reason you're out here on your own, your trek is about to be interrupted by a hare bolting out of the rushes and across your path. This is followed immediately by the shiftling leaping after and landing directly on it with a sick, soft crack of bones underclaw.

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Oh, this is ridiculous. She isn't about to get run out of a swamp by this guy, but they're also still technically working together, so leaving him dead in the mud isn't an appealing option. That and it'd be a little overkill for frightened showboating, to off a mage over that.

"Keh," Billie's shrill rat noises trail off with a displeased sound and then... she vanishes. The air around her seems to twist for a second, then she's gone. It's exactly the same way her teleportation while as human worked if Strange happened to be paying attention.

It puts her right behind him, bones cracking and shape changing as she steps out of one spell and releases her hold on, well, not quite a spell. She imagines a shiftling's talent is a magic of a sort, though the change is instinctive, not something calling for a magic word or learned from a book. It just is. Anyway, it'll be as a human Billie that she makes a grab for his pointy ear, to yank it and his head down if she gets it.

"What in the abyss do you think you're doing, just harassing anyone you stumble across?!"

Strange was paying attention to the way her teleportation worked. However, by the time he puts together what happened and where he saw that magic before, Billie is right behind him. He spins around, spots the last few moments of her transformation, opens his mouth to say something, then lets out a yelp of pain as Billie yanks on his ear.

"I was trying to scare you off!" he indignantly responds, as if he's perfectly in the right and Billie's the one who's being ridiculous. "I've figured out the trigger for Bell's rage. It's—ouch! It's fear!"

And Strange doesn't have to point out the obvious: watching something about your size get quickly murdered is a pretty good reason to be afraid. Bell wriggles out of Strange's arms to hop down at their feet. She experimentally sniffs Billie, but that's about all she's doing. Apparently now that the rat beast is gone, Billie doesn't count as a threat anymore.

"So? That's your problem, not mine," Billie replies, still annoyed. She does let go of his ear, though, after the initial yanking of it. "And the problem of anything else she decides to be afraid of, I guess, but I can generally take care of myself."

Ear released, she steps back again and moves to brush... well, she pauses part way realizing mud isn't really something you brush off while it isn't dry yet. That means she looks down and wrinkles her nose at it instead. This wasn't exactly a state she anticipated having to explain to anyone.

In any case, she looks up again to eye him.

"Is she going to flip out if I go and pick up the one I killed? I'm not just out here chasing rabbits for fun, you know."

"I don't think she will," Strange responds, as he shifts Bell's position in his arms slightly. The hare looks over at Billie, blinking in a far too innocent 'look at me, I'm super cute and not murdery' sort of manner. "But wait until after we leave before shifting back to that other form of yours."

Because he did see that, right? That rat-thing was Billie. There's all sorts of questions that Strange wants to ask her (are you a shiftling? is this an enchantment? were you born like that?) but instead, he loosens his grip on Bell slightly and waits to see if Billie's going to mention anything about her other form.

He doubts she will. But he'll just be persistently nosy if that's the case.

"Fine," is literally the only response Strange gets from Billie. Of course there's no added bonus of explaining what just happened, if only for the smallest, weakest hope that he won't ask about it. In reality, she knows that isn't happening but, damn, let her hope!

In any case, she brushes past him and walks back over to the dead hare the old-fashioned way, without any magic whatsoever. After retrieving it, she'll turn back and eye him again. Now, she doesn't really want to scare Bell again, but since he's here—

"C'mon. You can help me drag the rest of my haul back to Amy's place. The other dead rabbits are in a sack so it shouldn't offend your bunny's delicate sensibilities."

Yeah, that last part is definitely sarcasm, even if only light sarcasm.

Strange gives Billie a very put-out look. He doesn't want to drag rabbit corpses back to the house! That's nasty! Still, he does want to accost and bother Billie about certain things so urgh, fine, he'll deal with the rabbit corpses.

Gingerly, Strange sets Bell down on the ground. She dogs his footsteps as he walks over towards the sack o'rabbits and gives it a bit of a wary frown. Might as well start the nosy like of questioning now.

"What was that form shift anyway? It was too controlled to be a were. A shiftling, perhaps?"

Not only rabbit corpses but fish, too! Whatever she could wrangle up out of the thawing water and muck. Back there, they'll all get scolded by the tern perched up on a rock overlooking the catch. Seems like Billie left her anima to keep an eye on it, which she honestly thinks is sensible enough.

Billie waves her off, answering the scolding with, "I already told you this isn't all for you. Get over it." That said, she's stopping to take a seat against that same rock and brush off what is now very suspiciously dry mud before grabbing her boots. It's only then that she'll actually reply to Strange again, not bothering to look up as she does.

"No, Strange, I'm secretly a rat spirit from the heavens pretending to be human," Billie answers dryly. So, so very dryly.

"So you're a shiftling then," Strange responds, equally dry. Honestly, he doesn't know why Billie's being so difficult! If she'd just answer his possibly invasive questions, then everything would go smoothly!

He's staying a little bit away from Billie and the pile of dead animals, as if by standing away she'll somehow forget that he's been conscripted to help move the bag o'corpses. Bell is standing a good distance away because she's a hare, she doesn't have thumbs, this is not her problem.

"Were your parents shiftlings as well? I've read theories about the blood curse aspect but I'll admit it was never my focus. When did you first learn you could change forms?"

This is a stunning example of being book smart but a total moron about people and Billie freaking knows it. That doesn't make it any less obnoxious. She finishes brushing dry mud off her legs and gets her boots back on before even bothering to look up and pin Strange with an irritated look.

"Mom could turn into an abhorrent bitch at the drop of a hat. Does that count?" Here she is, humoring him in the least useful way possible. "No idea about dad, though. Useless fucker wasn't around." Admittedly, her mom called him a filthy rat as an insult half the time so she has some ideas. "So is it my turn to ask invasive shit? How about you tell me if elves really do get shat out by trees?"

Strange makes a small noise of affirmation as Billie shittalks her dad. Same hat, Billie, dads are terrible. He's about to continue on the invasive question like when Billie asks hers. He gives her a bit of a Look: he knows she doesn't actually think that and is probably trying to get him to back the hell off. But that only makes him want to continue bothering Billie. This is slowly morphing into a battle of wills and Strange does not want to lose.

Besides, if she spends all her time asking him stupid questions like that, then he doesn't have to answer anything of substance!

"As far as I can tell, we don't. Though as I haven't actually seen any elves give birth, it's potentially possible." However, Strange's super dry tone plainly implies that no, it's not possible, that's a dumb question and you know it. "Was your other form always that size or did it grow with you as you grew up?"

"I was born fully grown so there wasn't any need," Billie lies blatantly in response to that question. She's fairly adamant to be as unhelpful as possible, especially on this topic. Strange isn't a shiftling and he's done nothing to imply she should trust him, so that makes two people unwilling to lose a battle of wills here.

Anyway, she pushes away from the rock and goes to fetch her coat, to pull that back on as well. Doesn't mean she won't keep talking, though, because she shoots back, with, "What about your ears? Were they that size when you hatched or do you elves grow them pointy later in life?"

Yeah, she knows elves don't hatch. She also knows, yes, they just have ears like that, but she's intent on being an asshole about this.

"In that case, I feel so sorry for your mother," Strange deadpans. He's standing still, watching as Billie gets her coat on but not really doing anything to help. She doesn't need it to begin with and even if he did help, she'd probably find a way to take offense.

"They're always pointy but grew relative to my head as I grew up. How do you and Daud know each other?"

Which isn't a shiftling related question at all. But it is something that Strange picked up on during their ongoing werewolf related nonsense and something that he's definitely nosy about.

"You shouldn't, she was a terrible one," Billie says outright to Strange's deadpan. He may mean it in jest. She, however, does not. It doesn't help that he's prodded a topic far more delicate than what she is. The who is more complicated than the what will ever be.

See, that's the problem with helping out like this. If it's outside who you already know, people pry and think, oh, they should get to know you better! Though she's not regretting helping Lykos out in the long run, that Daud would just abruptly decide to lend a hand... For free, of all things...

But that's a lot that Billie has to chew on by herself. She isn't sharing it with Strange, so all it does is drag out the silence between her insulting her mother and answering. She buckles her coat shut and turns to heft up the string of fish before even saying anything more and then it's just something simple like, "I used to work for him, that's all."

As she drags out the silence, Strange just stares at Billie. Does she think that remaining silent will get him to drop the question? That's not how it works! He's not going to give up on his stubbornness now. And he's rewarded by...barely an answer. But considering that he honestly had no idea what Daud and Billie were to each other before asking the question, he won't say no to that barely an answer.

"A shiftling working for a tiefling? Unexpected, but I've seen stranger pairs."

And that's all Strange says on the matter for the moment. This odd game of questions has settled into a rhythm and, at least in Strange's mind, now it's Billie's turn to ask him something.

"I'm a human most of the time, you know that, right?" Billie is pretty sure she's been human around him like every time until now. "Didn't really matter to Daud, anyway. All he cares about is whether or not you can get the job done and that has nothing to do with races or curses or anything else."

But other than that, there doesn't seem to be any forthcoming question. She'd been throwing them back to be rude, not because she was ever actually interested.

Anyway, she settles the fish over one shoulder and shoots a look Deirdre's way. The tern reacts without actually being called, taking off and flying on ahead of them. From there, she'll take lead, picking her way back through the half-frozen marsh and towards the actual road.

Edited 2019-03-15 19:41 (UTC)

Yeah, Strange knows that she's human most of the time, but turning into a giant rat creature thing! That's still a little unexpected!

He'll follow Billie as she walks. While she heads towards the road, Strange is keeping an eye out, trying to see if there are any predators or were-whatevers out and about while also trying not to step in any particularly marshy and wet bits of the marshlands. Bell is having worse luck as the hare hops from frozen place to frozen place, trying hard not to fall into the few inches of swampy water.

Since she's not bothering him with questions, he's going to take the opportunity to fill the silence and just keep fuckin talking.

"Do you still work for him now?"

"No," Billie at least answers that one after only a short, fairly normal pause to consider. "I resigned my post partway through the war."

Kind of. If one can call her attempt at a coup a 'resignation'.

Strange can't help but wince. Running into someone you knew before you died must be awkward enough. Running into your old boss? He can't imagine how awkward and uncomfortable that might be. Especially because Billie's enough of a sassmaster that he's not so sure they parted on good terms.

"I'm sorry. It must be damned awkward to run into him now—I know I would have no idea what to do if I ran into my mentor."

They parted on the worst possible terms to ever fucking exist, which she won't tell him. Preferably ever. Billie does give a snort of laughter when he describes it as awkward, however.

"You have no idea..." That said, she does shoot a quick glance back his way. Since he's bringing his own bad relations up, what better way to turn the questioning back around?

"Why's that? You piss them off?"

"Of a sort," Strange answers. Despite the fact that he's usually the first person to talk about himself, he's a little cagey on this point. Strange mulls over his words before answering.

"We left on terrible terms. I never saw him again after that."

"You sound like you regret that," Billie says, mostly as an idle comment but... Did she regret the way it had ended between her and Daud? She isn't so sure that she does.

There's a pause before he shrugs. Strange is navigating weird feelings and torn emotions as he talks. "I suppose I do. He was a good man and, though we had our differences, I miss him."

This is getting emotional. And Strange doesn't necessarily want to air out his mixed feelings about Gilbert Norrell to a woman who he suspects doesn't give a damn about him and his history.

"Mostly I regret the whole dying thing." Strange sighs, as if dying is just something that happens and not the serious thing that it is. "I suspect we could have made up but my bleeding out on a battlefield changed all of that."

He wouldn't be wrong there. Billie may be curious enough to ask but she isn't invested in what may or may not be upsetting Jonathan Strange. Mostly, she just ends up shrugging at his regret about dying.

"Well, it's just shit luck that you did," she says to that, which probably isn't the kindest way to offer comfort for this. "But what's the point to regretting it? You'll just mire yourself in the past and let it drag you down."

Of course, for all that she would claim she has no regrets herself, she sure sounds bitter about something there for a second.

"I think some aspects of the past are work remembering," Strange simply responds. How he treated people. Mistakes he made. His wife. But would those drag him down like Billie was implying? He's not so sure.

"If I regret it, then it will stay on my mind and it won't happen again." He hopes.

"Learning from your past and regretting it are different things," Billie points out in return. "I'm not saying forget it all, just that you're in for a bad time if you let too many things you miss or people who are gone haunt you. I mean, I can definitely vouch for how shitty the latter is. I had that problem even before waking up a hundred years later."

Which is by far the most personal thing she's shared with Strange thus far but that's her own secret to share, not Daud's or the Sea Wolves'. Just hers, nothing more.

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