#rivervale_lodge

"Well, seeing as my crystal is hot in the pot, it's not like I can claim nothing right?"

She clips forward and peers into the pot. "Hmmmm?"

It does not appear to be a euphemism . There is a crystal of some sort in a cauldron that has..images. Old boy friends. Old Girl friends.. folks here she's eyed.

"Don't worry, whatever you see, I don't know..." he assures.

It also radiates lust, sleeping, but if it goes off. Damn

A swirl on the crystal - a vision of an older male satyr, rough-shod and pierced, with those smoldering eyes that got her into trouble - a small flash of blue - and.. a glimpse of Adam? "Holy FUCK sticks." She moves back and actually covers her eyes.

"It's okay, a lot of girls still think Justin Beiber is cute... it doesn't make your love wrong, it just makes you a terrible person" Zane jokes

She shakes her head and drops her hands, wiping them against her jeans as though to brush away what she spied. "What the hell are you going to DO with that? It's got kick. Like... solid lust. I mean, the things you COULD do with that..."

"That thing has one purpose only, to save ass.." A stop, " I shouldn't do the talking thing some days, lest not when I'm tired. It's for the dragon."

"Huh." Tilting her head to one side, and eyeing the cauldron. "Well, it's a distraction, that's for sure." Over to Zane, and reaching out to grasp his shoulder with a look of concern. "How much of yourself did you put in that? Glamour, that is. You're old enough to know to keep yourself hydrated..."

He snickers at that "Lots, but only a bit at at time. That's a seven working there' he sounds proud. "I never did anything so disciplinedi n all my life"

"Serious? That's hard core. I'm impressed..." A sigh. "I don't know what to do with myself. I want to help, and it also sounds like some scary-ass shit. I don't know why they aren't asking for help. Is it just Troll pride or stubbornness, or something? Me, I'd be ringing the bells and trying to call in all of the cavalry I could..."

"Oh shit," Sympathy "You feel left out? Been there. Troll pride is part of it. They're our leaders aAND they've got that 'unga bunga troll protect' " He makes a grunt sound "Thing going on. You know? But ... look, maybe you could help me?"

"Totally! Just let me know... I feel like a tool sitting around while they prepare to go to war. But it's like, what can I do? Play a rousing battle hymn maybe, but that's just funsies. I thought maybe asking Siv if she needed help with getting folk to safety... at least I'm fit and quick, right? I can work hard. But whatchu got?"

"Well, I just got invited on a quest I can't talk about. Which means.. lobbing this thing at the dragon...if it works it should create an illusion for it to mate with and buy soem time for evac... well, if I go on that thing, I can't handle THIS thing. You think you could?"

A flutter of wings.

She blinks, and fixes her attention on... here, how about that coal under the cauldron. Trying NOT to notice the flutter of Jiminee around her peripheral vision.

"I thought the big thing was that only the Big Three could be around when the big nasty came to call? I mean, I'm not saying NO, but what if being there fucks up their mojo?"

"The big three are hunting it...so they can get to it before it gets to here. If it comes. We're screwed, and not in a fun way. If it comes.. we all run. This? This can't kill a dragon. But it can buy us time."

"I get it. Well, Mister Top Secret Quest, I guess I can help out. But you really can't say where you're going? I mean, I'm not gonna rat you out if it's something Off Color, you know that... but it's always good to have someone know where you've gone in case you need a life line later on."

A sigh. "If things go ass-backwards here, I don't want to lose YOU too. Annoying as you may be." A small smile.

"Thanks, but Sylvi asked me not to talk about it you know? And she's a troll. But hey.. if you see her ask her if she can share?" A pause "Crap. Maybe I shouldn't have told you this much it's just.. half the time someone's feeling miffed around here it's because they feel left out."

Then an admission, "You're pretty cool too there, Bangs."

A snort. "I get it. And after all, I'm still the new kid, and I don't want to get a rep for being nosey or prying in. I just want to help, y'know? And it seems like they're not always good at asking for it so sometimes you just gotta show up." A smile.

A laugh, "I think you've got them pegged" He admits.

"And I'm not touching THAT remark with a ten foot pole." She grins. "Well, we've got a few hours until we should go home - enough time for your parents to do what needs done. Want to go get some ice cream? My treat. I figure if they're gonna pay me to stay out of the house, least I can do is share the wealth."

"Sure." He says grabbing the thing with... is he using a lead apron? Yup. He wraps it carefully, then puts it in a backpack, gets his shirt and the backpack on, "Lead on."

And the two head off.

(End scene)