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Summer vacation elapses, and sees their storefront doing one heck of a business in the Avalon with the help of their griffin employee. There is a suggestion box for new spells they should invent, some of which have to be long-term projects but others of which are converted into new product fairly promptly.
School starts up again. Darren and Bella are both skipping straight into twelfth grade. (Bella looked into just starting college early, but while she does technically have the sort of resume that can lead to that kind of thing, she can't exactly write an essay about how she saved the life of another person and this caused her to have Moral Character, let alone about how she started a small business - so skipping one grade it is.)
They apply to colleges. They both get into University of Washington and get sufficient scholarships to accommodate both going there.
Summer ensues again.
One afternoon, Bella is over at Darren's, and has fallen asleep - in purring fullform - across his lap on the couch.
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shesepankh
shesepankh
"The clothes are probably not salvageable," says Bella. "I don't suppose you brought spares?"
Her own supply of blood is mostly not on her clothes. She was in fullform at the time.
Her own supply of blood is mostly not on her clothes. She was in fullform at the time.
castmyown
Darren's similarly mostly clean, aside from the bullet wound in his arm. Savannah's the one who was a mess, really.
"It didn't seem important at the time. Whoops."
"It didn't seem important at the time. Whoops."
shesepankh
"Oh well."
Bella shifts one bloody paw in at a time and washes them off. One is noticeably cleaner than the other three. She washes her face, and rolls up her sleeves to get her arms, and puts her wings on to rinse them, and then calls that good.
"Flying home time?"
Bella shifts one bloody paw in at a time and washes them off. One is noticeably cleaner than the other three. She washes her face, and rolls up her sleeves to get her arms, and puts her wings on to rinse them, and then calls that good.
"Flying home time?"
castmyown
Darren knows why that one paw is cleaner than the others. It makes him feel sick. He shifts to full form and wraps a wing around her, nuzzling a bit in comfort.
"Yeah. We should grab the backpack, first."
"Yeah. We should grab the backpack, first."
shesepankh
"Possible we should torch the place. Arson and some disappearances might add up better than warehouse full of inexplicable black goo and several people missing vital organs."
morethanimaginary
"Agreed. Plus we left our blood at the scene, I don't know about you but I don't want the police to play CSI: Miami with us as the perps."
castmyown
He nods, and then he gets to work. He finds the largest open space in the warehouse, retrieves a sharpie, and starts drawing out the runes. His ruler's not nearly big enough, but he makes due. Bella's welcome to help.
castmyown
"Yeah. And then we run away because with the runes this size it'll go up like a torch."
Draw, draw, draw.
Draw, draw, draw.
castmyown
"Certainly."
He fiddles with the chant a bit to compensate with this being such a large fire, and then - chanting.
The warehouse is devoured by an inferno shortly after.
He fiddles with the chant a bit to compensate with this being such a large fire, and then - chanting.
The warehouse is devoured by an inferno shortly after.
shesepankh
Eventually Bella starts to recognize stuff.
"Are we stopping at your house first - or each going to our respective homes - or what?"
"Are we stopping at your house first - or each going to our respective homes - or what?"