[Poison Joke] a glow, and then a shine...

[ooeeooahah]

[ 20 April, Afternoon, the front garden of 1490 Kramden Road ]

[ The front lawn has been making the slow transition from carpet of green to a plot ready to plant. Ilsa has been adding the seedlings from the kitchen window as they are hardy enough.

However, this morning while leaving to go to work, she spotted something she did not plant in the beds. It did not conform to anything she knew, and at her lunch break, she had checked the library references which had no more information on the plant.

So this afternoon, she changed into her halter top and shorts, and started weeding. She has been careful enough to wear gloves, and to put them in a bucket for disposal, but that doesn't stop them from affecting her. She hasn't noticed that her shadow now includes bat-wings, of sufficient span to be useful.... ]

[[ OOC: Ilsa has been affected by the Poison Joke! Feel free to just be in the neighborhood and point out her new attributes. ]]

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[ooeeooahah]

I didn't get any mail today, so that wouldn't be it... [ her voice trails off as she looks at the bucket of pulled weeds. ] Stay back, the new thing today was these plants. I don't know what the vector might be...

[ She picks up the bucket, moving it to the driveway. ]

[mediations]

I'll take my chances. [ But he'll still keep his careful distance. ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Setting the bucket in the middle of the driveway, she backs off, and frowns at it. The interior of the bucket glows blue for half a minute. ]

Careful, the bucket is going to be hot for a little bit.

[ There's not even ash left in it. ]

[mediations]

How very strange... [The words come out in a quiet murmur.]

Of course, you seem to be keeping a cool head about everything.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She rubs her head, wincing. ] After a year in Mayfield, you learn to save your panic for when you can funnel it into things that can help.

[ Like an unprepared incantation for a plasma furnace. ]

[mediations]

Your talent for keeping yourself under control is one to be admired, Ilsa. I myself would no doubt have reacted very differently if the situations were reversed.

[ooeeooahah]

Let's just say I wasn't expecting to earn my wings for a few decades.

[ She looks over her shoulder with a wry smile. ]

[mediations]

Ah.

[He pauses.]

And are they a common attribute to your kind? I apologize if that's offensive in any way.

[ooeeooahah]

Well, my kind are rare. Nadine and I are the only current, living half-human crosses from my world that Daddy's people know of.

[mediations]

Hm. [He tugs at his beard thoughtfully, remaining quiet and reserved.]

[ooeeooahah]

I've lived all my life in a human-centered world, so that's how I've been functioning.

[ She shrugs, and her wings roll with the movement, and fold back to the resting position. ]

Daddy's family don't tend to get their wings until close to the end of their first century, anyway.

[mediations]

[He stares, before smiling.] You truly are the most remarkable woman I've ever encountered, Ilsa.

I'm grateful to know you.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She smiles. ] Want to come in? I made some iced tea before starting to work on the garden.

[ She's not going to admit it, but that trick with incinerating the weeds took more out of her than she planned. ]

[mediations]

[He nods.] Actually, I had a reason for coming over.

I want to apologize for my behaviour towards you following my return from being dead. I know I wasn't the most charming being in the world.

[ooeeooahah]

Hon, coming back from dead is something none of us really want to get used to.

[ She leads him to the back door of the house, and carefully works her wings through the kitchen door. ]

Someone's bound to be cranky, especially with what I've been hearing about the revivals.