Line 01 - Open to Action

[willyouwalk]

You know, I’d almost forgotten how much I dislike the East Coast.

[The feed opens up on a fairly “punk” looking teenaged boy with a light (way lighter than Sadie’s) English accent. He looks about as bored as you can look without being a slab of redwood. He has several Egyptian charms on his wrists.]

San Francisco may have its fog and weird weather patterns, but at least it isn’t so…crowded. It smells better, too.

[Well, at least it smells better than Brooklyn. The camp, actually, is pretty nice. Not that he’s going to admit it, however]

Moving on. My name is Tybalt, I’m on the Path of Bast, and if anyone needs me, check a roof. Please, don’t need me.

[And cut the feed]

Comments

[lastplaceigo]

UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW OR I WILL PUNCH YOU SO HARD IN THE FACE, YOUR HEAD WILL SPIN!

[Just rolling around in the most non-threatening way possible right now. If she's not careful, she's going to end up going right off the side of the roof.]

[willyouwalk]

Um, no. And unless you want to land on the ground and break a few bones, I'd stop moving around so much..

[lastplaceigo]

I'm not gonna break shit. [But she stops because falling off roofs is hardly any fun.]

[willyouwalk]

You'd get close. Are you done with your tantrum?

[lastplaceigo]

It's not a tantrum.




...Yes.

[willyouwalk]

Good.

[And Tybalt just lies back down to try and nap]

[lastplaceigo]

[Excuse you, but rude.

Huffing, she rolls over, tries to get close, and attempts to awkwardly kick him.]

[willyouwalk]

[He just moves out of her way]

Four points.

[lastplaceigo]

I was going for ten.

[KEEPS TRYING]

[willyouwalk]

Yes, I know what you were going for. You got two points for determination.

[After the second try, he just moves to rest his legs on her]

[lastplaceigo]

[Her face goes red.

She sloooowly sits up (it takes some effort.)

Looks down at his legs.

And then tries to bite him.

It's all she has left.]

[willyouwalk]

[Tybalt just moves them away from her mouth]

You're determined.

[lastplaceigo]

And you're an asshole.

[CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP

No, seriously. She's going to keep trying until the Underworld freezes over. You will never nap peacefully again.]

[willyouwalk]

Yes, well. Don't make me gag you.

[lastplaceigo]

Then let me go and this won't be a problem.

[willyouwalk]

I could just put you on the ground and it wouldn't be a problem then, either. I don't trust you loose.

[lastplaceigo]

I've been fine loose for years. Untie me.

[willyouwalk]

Let me rephrase. I don't trust you around me loose.

[lastplaceigo]

[That is not a nice smile.] Just let me go and I won't do anything. Truce.

[willyouwalk]

Nope, sorry. Not buying it.

[lastplaceigo]

I promise. Look, see -- not even crossing my fingers!

[willyouwalk]

...I'm putting you on the ground first.

[So he does. It's not hard at all to hoist Margot over his shoulder, get down, set her down, get back on the roof, and mumble the release spell.]

Now leave me alone, or next time I may not let you go.

[lastplaceigo]

Wow, thanks. Real gentleman.

[She's travel size, for your convenience.

Oh, look. The ground. And freedom. Margot's day is on the up and up.

She dusts herself off like nothing terrible just happened, nope, and flips Tybalt the bird.]

Yeah, yeah. You and your stupid string, I'm so scared.

[With a huff, she stalks off. She'll get him later.]