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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 7:09 pm
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From a metatextual perspective, Alexis might have been the safest person of severe magical ability to ease into not-being-frightened with, or at least one of them: they kept their aggressive abilities tightly controlled as of late, and aside from the sudden influx of discomfort and fear everyone experienced in a certain radius, there was little chance they'd attack an officer of the law. They were trying to be better, as it was - and with that came a certain lack of unmeditated violence.
It was a little disappointing, sure, but they were trying, and if they ever really wanted to get the urge to fight out Wick was around (technically) - he was old enough, he knew enough; even with his leg as it was, he still posed a threat, because he was analytic. They weren't. And they could call up all the waves and force they wanted, in the safety of the Court.
But this wasn't the Court -- so there was no need for violence. Any of their magic they could put away, Alexis had done so, and maybe it was almost two PM but they really wanted some stuffed french toast. It was unhealthy, it'd probably clog their arteries; but they'd run until they'd almost collapsed, earlier, and it was a reward of sorts, but -
Alexis saw the car coming from their window seat, stiffened slightly, and pushed their food away, putting their hands in their jacket pockets and sitting and waiting. It might not have been for them, but honestly, that chance was low. The anxiety aura seemed to invite those calls.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 9:10 pm
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Inside, the officer that Fox had accompanied started asking around: Has this individual started any problems? Who made the call? What was the problem? Through a wash of wishy-washy answers, nothing was actually set straight. Fox crossed her arms and sighed. So they'd been called out there because people were being flighty spooked creatures.
"So did they do anything?" Fox inquired and one woman, hiding her mouth behind her hand, shrugged, "Depends on what you mean," she answered and Fox frowned. She'd been on the other end of calls before for arbitrary reasons (AKA the color of her skin). "I see a young person trying to enjoy a meal, does anybody have any complaints that can be substantiated?" Another slight murmur of discontent.
"Well, they..." one woman looked over in Alexis's direction and already the other officer was halfway over. Fox frowned and made quick strides to follow after him. Without invitation, the officer took a seat while Fox stood, obviously displeased, not far behind him.
"We got a call on ya' kid. You been bothering anybody?"
Fox sighed deeply behind him. "Nobody has actually said they were bothering anybody, Curtis." she said firmly, but didn't toe in too far simply because of seniority. Still, she was having a hard time believing that Alexis, who didn't exactly look threatening, was behind the rapport she'd read on the way out.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 9:22 pm
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"Dunno what you mean, Officer," Alexis said politely -- a little too politely, actually -- and smiled, showing every single one of their (very sharp) teeth...before seeming to catch themself and shrink down again; shoulders tight, their fingers playing with their braid, all tension. The worried slant of their brows said a lot, and none of it was very good; it said they were afraid, and angry, and clearly focusing on something else (although what was unclear).
"'m not botherin' anyone. Just wanted to have lunch. If 's a crime -" they shrugged, and the water in their glass rippled, pinging against its' constraints but never escaping - "I'll leave. If they wanted me out, they don't gotta call the cops on me. I can take requests like anyone else, yeah?" Alexis' eyes remained slanted down at the table, dark and strange, and the officers near them felt a little on edge.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 9:43 pm
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Alexis flinched away from Fox's hand, because of course she'd touched them and of course they couldn't control their reaction; the water in the cup rippled stronger, steady and regular, but never reached the edge or tipped the glass in any direction at all. "D-don't. Touch me. I don't like it." Not from cops, anyways. I've had enough of your s**t. But they knew better than to say any of that, not with the way the officers looked at them like they needed to be collared and muzzled, not with the way their toes curled into points inside their mussed-up dirty sneakers.
"Nobody's harassin' me. I'll leave, though." They pushed against the table and moved to standing; and oh, they were smaller than Fox, tiny and lithe, eyes bright, still cast down at the table. Their braid had started to come undone. "If someone got freaked out enough t'call you," and their voice was clear, scornful, a little stronger than it had been, "I don't think I'm gonna stay either way. You want me to pay for my food?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 8:49 am
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Alexis looked up at her, scrutinizing, curious; the tension on their face faded a little now that they were standing, and they just looked annoyed and surprisingly tired. Maybe that was just their default; on file they'd looked exhausted as well, although their eyes had been normal and green, not strange-dark abyssal. (The tension with no source ratcheted up a few notches when their eyes were on her. It was kind of disquieting.)
"Haven't seen you around, Officer. Want to walk and talk?" They grinned, sort of sardonic. "Ain't as dangerous as I look, promise, I've got me some impulse control. Mercer'd kill me if I ******** up, anyways, and I'm not into that."
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 11:16 am
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Alexis moved to chew their lip - stopped - heaved a heavy sigh, and dragged the nails of their pointer fingers across the inside of their thumbs, letting the skin go white-pained behind it. "Long story short, all technically true, I'm from a parallel universe and I replaced whatever Alexis was here." They were smiling, but not like they thought it was funny, not really. More like they'd finally been let in on a joke that had always been at their expense. "You don't have t'believe me, Officer. But I didn't wake up with magic when I was seventeen. I got magic two weeks after I came here and we found a dead girl's foot."
Alexis laughed, short and raspy and bright, and it wasn't funny at all.
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