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undergrounds2017-06-10 02:08 pm
redshoerevenge) wrote in undergrounds2017-06-10 02:08 pm
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Butterfly in Blue: Catchall for June
WHO: Mako & YOU
WHAT: Mako does stuff everywhere
WHERE: Everywhere; Hillingdon, near East End, etc etc
WHEN: June!
NOTES: Wanted: Full Moon Woofs, Shifters, Fae, um...witches...no. Everyone.
1. HILLINGDON
Mako lined each piece of the engine up just-so, cleaning, polishing, greasing, fixing each one up until she was satisfied with the way the whole fit together. She didn't care if she has streaks of grease here and there, this was her favourite thing. It was just some old junker but since her arrival she'd been working on it piece by piece, rebuilding it not because it was someone's but just because it was something to do in between the moment she spent out on the road with Gipsy. The itch never left, that driving need to find a fae but so far, no bites.
Soon, though.
She had some books which she spent most evenings going through but nothing beat mulling things over while rebuilding an engine of a vehicle someone had given up on. Mako hadn't spent much of her savings on much of anything but buying parts for a neglected MGA? That was worth a splurge. Besides, it was going to be the splashiest of reds when she was finished with it. Putting the engine back together and getting it back into the car itself was the best kind of puzzle and once she was done, she sat there grinning.
"Much better," she said, checking hoses and lines. "You'll run better than you ever did before, won't you?" There was way too much body work to be done but she had all the tools, really. It really was bare metal at the moment but she'd sand and polish and fix it until it shone. She was mostly in the bonnet, fiddling around with the last placements when she realises she's not alone anymore.
"If you would, please hand me the cloth over there and the socket wrench next to it, please?" she asked, her voice a little muffled.
2. A PARK NEAR HILLINGDON
Training was something she did every day without fail, usually in the early mornings. It's usually Aikido or a mix of, well, a little bit of everything she knows. Much like her love of mechanical engineering, Mako's love of martial arts was something she couldn't deny herself. It was a part of her normal routine and had been since she was very small. She had a set of bushido fighting sticks she pulled out each morning near dawn to work with, secretly hoping she'd get a partner if they were up and willing. Today was the same as the last, her movements precise, her energy unwasted as she moved through kata after kata, flowing from one motion to the next. She was an athlete, deadly with her aim as she chased imaginary enemies down and finished them off.
Mako paused after her first set and rolled her shoulders as she bounced on the balls of her feet, itching for a good sparring session. It was there in the way she centered her gravity as she came down. She wanted to play so badly.
"Chasing shadows," she grumbled as she sheathed her 'sword', "is not very satisfying."
3. A PARK NEAR EAST END
Mako had been watching the blue butterfly for about an hour with a concentrated expression on her face as it flitted from place to place but never strayed from the area of grass Mako had laid herself in. Her hair was damp, drying in the wind as she lay reading about fae and the best ways to approach them. The butterfly was suspicious, more so when it landed on her nose and fluttered there as Mako froze, practically cross eyed.
Should she move? Catch it?
Stare at it until she was sure it was not fae? It could be.
"I see you," Mako said in a super quiet voice.
A few minutes passed with the butterfly still sitting there, gently fluttering its wings.
"Are you fae?" she finally asked in the quietest of whispered. "I could use some fae help, please."
4. Wildcard: Anywhere you want! Mako's everywhere.
WHAT: Mako does stuff everywhere
WHERE: Everywhere; Hillingdon, near East End, etc etc
WHEN: June!
NOTES: Wanted: Full Moon Woofs, Shifters, Fae, um...witches...no. Everyone.
1. HILLINGDON
Mako lined each piece of the engine up just-so, cleaning, polishing, greasing, fixing each one up until she was satisfied with the way the whole fit together. She didn't care if she has streaks of grease here and there, this was her favourite thing. It was just some old junker but since her arrival she'd been working on it piece by piece, rebuilding it not because it was someone's but just because it was something to do in between the moment she spent out on the road with Gipsy. The itch never left, that driving need to find a fae but so far, no bites.
Soon, though.
She had some books which she spent most evenings going through but nothing beat mulling things over while rebuilding an engine of a vehicle someone had given up on. Mako hadn't spent much of her savings on much of anything but buying parts for a neglected MGA? That was worth a splurge. Besides, it was going to be the splashiest of reds when she was finished with it. Putting the engine back together and getting it back into the car itself was the best kind of puzzle and once she was done, she sat there grinning.
"Much better," she said, checking hoses and lines. "You'll run better than you ever did before, won't you?" There was way too much body work to be done but she had all the tools, really. It really was bare metal at the moment but she'd sand and polish and fix it until it shone. She was mostly in the bonnet, fiddling around with the last placements when she realises she's not alone anymore.
"If you would, please hand me the cloth over there and the socket wrench next to it, please?" she asked, her voice a little muffled.
2. A PARK NEAR HILLINGDON
Training was something she did every day without fail, usually in the early mornings. It's usually Aikido or a mix of, well, a little bit of everything she knows. Much like her love of mechanical engineering, Mako's love of martial arts was something she couldn't deny herself. It was a part of her normal routine and had been since she was very small. She had a set of bushido fighting sticks she pulled out each morning near dawn to work with, secretly hoping she'd get a partner if they were up and willing. Today was the same as the last, her movements precise, her energy unwasted as she moved through kata after kata, flowing from one motion to the next. She was an athlete, deadly with her aim as she chased imaginary enemies down and finished them off.
Mako paused after her first set and rolled her shoulders as she bounced on the balls of her feet, itching for a good sparring session. It was there in the way she centered her gravity as she came down. She wanted to play so badly.
"Chasing shadows," she grumbled as she sheathed her 'sword', "is not very satisfying."
3. A PARK NEAR EAST END
Mako had been watching the blue butterfly for about an hour with a concentrated expression on her face as it flitted from place to place but never strayed from the area of grass Mako had laid herself in. Her hair was damp, drying in the wind as she lay reading about fae and the best ways to approach them. The butterfly was suspicious, more so when it landed on her nose and fluttered there as Mako froze, practically cross eyed.
Should she move? Catch it?
Stare at it until she was sure it was not fae? It could be.
"I see you," Mako said in a super quiet voice.
A few minutes passed with the butterfly still sitting there, gently fluttering its wings.
"Are you fae?" she finally asked in the quietest of whispered. "I could use some fae help, please."
4. Wildcard: Anywhere you want! Mako's everywhere.
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She scrunches her nose a little bit at talk of her fae search.
"I have names and places, books and more books, but I am doing what I can to cross reference. From all of the research, it is not as if any fae could take this...this...collar off me. The strength must be equal to the one who cast it. So, I must ask of an older fae, I think." She let out a soft huff of a sigh.
"It is little wonder none of the other fae I have encountered would not touch it. I am afraid, a little, of the price I will have to pay to be who I really am."
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"Yes, there would be a price." She's right about that too. "You know there is an avenue you can pursue. It remains open."
He means the avenue of Circle Daybreak, pledging herself to the witches in return for their help. She would become a familiar like himself, but she would regain her powers.
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"If I must," she says quietly, "I will. And thank you for offering, as always. It is a choice, Mogget, which is more than some get. I find it difficult knowing that such a pact would force me to be at odds with Hillingdon, so I will try my best to find a way that is amicable as many as possible."
Her smile has faded a little but it's still there, if a bit wry.
"I can hope for the best outcome, at least."
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Getting up, he stretches one of his back paws and then pads forward, almost brushing past Mako as she lies down in the grass. There's no point in trying to convince her further. He can see that her mind is made up, for now.