Guide the Way [Scott/Vas]

[Scott Flaurer]

Scott stepped out of a dark blue Hyundai rather hastily, as though in a hurry. At least that was what an on-looker would have said he was doing. Truth was that the driver behind the wheel just wanted him out quickly. After all, he was through with him, and the clients, well, let's just say they weren't the most courteous of people. This one practically threw him out of the car. Clutching a bunch of bills tightly, he slammed the door shut, stepping away as the car sped out into the darkness. With his free hand, Scott wiped his mouth, hoping to get rid of anything that might have been left there before spitting a wad on the street. Scott was used to this type of work. He had been at it for a good seven months already, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, at least to some extent. Plus the sidelines, they paid really well. However, he knew that his brother never liked it and that made a lot of difference to him. But Scott knew that he had to man up and do what it was he had to do. It wasn't really anything personal. Just a job.

The teenage boy walked around, counting the money he had earned before stuffing it all inside the pocket of his jeans. It was a good night. And it wasn't bad, especially since it was only 3:30 in the morning. If he wanted to, he could probably get another quick hook-up, maybe earn an extra couple of hundred. He looked around, wondering where he was so he could decide where to wait for another client, when he noticed that nothing around him looked familiar. Was he lost? He couldn't be. Sure, Faraway was a big place, but he figured it would be just like those things that came naturally to him. Carefully stuffing his hands inside his pocket, he began to take casual strides, careful not to make too much noise.

A strong gust blew past him and he couldn't help but shiver. Why did he have to leave his jacket at The Cave? He rubbed his hands together, generating a tiny bit of warmth for himself before pressing on. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a couple of people around him, just standing in one spot. At first he thought they were couples making out, but he later realized that those people weren't couples at all. He didn't know why or how he realized it, but he just somehow knew that the people in that area were doing things other than making out. Seeing one of them catch his gaze, he quickly looked down, hoping that whoever it was would just let him go. He walked slowly, gradually picking up the pace, making a sharp turn at the next corner of the street. There were footsteps, echoing from behind him, and honestly, it made him panic. "Shit." He now broke into a run, occasionally looking back to see if there was anyone following him, when he finally reached a dead end. He shook his hands nervously before calling out into the darkness. "Hello?"

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[Vasilissa Yaga]

Vasilissa let out a deep breath and tucked the small bottle into her pocket, giving the wizened old woman a nervous smile. The woman just laughed. “Be off with you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Vasilissa said, bobbing an automatic curtsy. She walked out of the building and onto the dark streets of Faraway and let out a deep breath as the wind hit her face.

Baba Yaga had sent her into town for some fairy dust. Even Vasilissa, who’d spent her entire life in a small town, knew how dangerous and addicting that stuff was. Baba Yaga wouldn’t say why she wanted it, and though the Witch of the Wood wasn’t even close to the type of person who’d get addicted to something, Vasilissa was still worried.

“Oh, relax,” her doll said, fighting its way out of her jacket and settling onto her shoulder. “If you look around in the library you’ll see stuff that needs the main ingredient of fairy dust as a base. It’s just easier to buy some then grow the actual thing, y’know?”

“How do you know that? I didn’t know that,” Vasilissa said, speeding up slightly. Her shoes clicked on the cobblestones. Gods, it was late.

“I’m omniscient. No, just kidding. I don’t sleep, remember? I flip through the library when you’re in bed.”

“Oh, good. You had me worried there for a minute. Oh, blast, wrong turn.” Vasilissa looked at the blank wall in front of her. “Can you see what’s on the other side?”

The doll sighed and rose up some, glowing faintly. “Another alley that lets off on Zune Street. We oughta be good from there.” It walked back down and wriggled into her jacket again.

“Alright.” Vasilissa drew her jacket tighter around herself and then placed a palm against the rough wall, shuddering slightly at the slimy texture. She closed her eyes and concentrated. This wasn’t that hard, you just found all the spaces between the atoms and put your own atoms there and kept on doing that until you were all the way through—

Vasilissa opened her eyes and walked straight into someone, nearly knocking them to the ground.

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[Scott Flaurer]

Scott began to search his pocket for his phone, ready to give a call to anyone that would answer. He didn't act all panicked though, even though his heart was already racing like crazy. He moved back some more, his back now touching the wall, when he felt something solid collide with him from behind. Scott fell forward, quickly putting his hands in front of his face before he hit the ground.

"Umgrphhmmm!"

Scott had no idea what had happened, but the next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor. He kept his eyes closed, wondering if he had been mugged or stabbed or something worse. When he didn't feel anything like it had happened, he slowly opened his eyes. He began to pull himself up slowly, careful not to bruise himself even more, when he realized his cuts weren't that bad. He immediately stood up straight, wiping the dirt off of his jeans. It was then when he noticed another girl in the area.

"A-are you okay, miss?" he asked her, unsure of her condition. Though Scott was concerned for her safety, he was more curious as to where the girl had come from.

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[Vasilissa Yaga]

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Vasilissa said as the boy—the light was poor, but she was sure he was a boy—fell to the ground. He just lay there, and for a moment she was afraid he’d hit his head or something, but then he got up and she let out a deep breath.

“A-are you okay, miss?” the boy asked her.

“I’m fine,” Vasilissa said, shaking her head. “And I should be asking you that—I’m really, really sorry, I didn’t see you there. I didn’t think there was anyone on the other side of the wall.”

“Not my fault,” said the doll, poking its head out of her coat. “Just wanted to get that on the record.”

“Oh, shush,” Vasilissa said, glaring at it. “You could have warned me.”

NOTES: no problem, mine’s not so great either ><

[Scott Flaurer]

Scott nodded in acknowledgement as the girl said she was sorry. He didn't take it personally, after all, he was certain she didn't mean to bump into him. Why would anyone deliberately bump into him anyways? "Don't worry 'bout it," he replied. He was fine, just a couple of scrapes here and there, but nothing all too extreme. Plus, it was an accident, so he let it go.

"It's okay. It was partly my fault too. Guess I just didn't see y--," Scott trailed off, only processing now what it was that she had said. Did she just say other side of the wall? But, how did she...? Scott swam in his own thoughts, failing to realize that the girl was still there near him. It was only when the boy heard another voice that he snapped back to reality. Scott figured that he was just hearing things, but then the girl seemed to respond back. He raised his eyebrows, turning to the girl.

"...Were you talking to me?", he asked her, unsure whether or not he wanted to know the answer to that question. After all, he was sure that it wasn't him she was talking to.

He felt a huge chill run up his spine, unsure whether it was because of the girl. He shook his head, figuring it had to be because it was so early in the morning. Another breeze blew past him, causing him to shiver in place. He clasped his arms and crossed them, attempting to keep himself warm, before turning back to the girl.
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[Vasilissa Yaga]

Vasilissa shook her head. “No, it’s alright,” she said. She shivered and folded her arms together for warmth; not even her fleece was warm enough on a night like this. She blinked at the boy. “Just then? Um…no…”

The doll stuck its head and one hand out of her coat. Its eyes glimmered balefully, like marsh candles. “That’d be me. Resident psychic crutch, id expression, and creepy ragdoll. Make a witchlight or something, it’s freaking cold out here.” It pulled itself back in and pushed the zipper upwards again so it was completely hidden.

“Well, I was talking to it,” said Vasilissa, extending a hand, palm-up. A small ball of pearly-rose fire coalesced and floated upward, leaving a small trail wrapped around her finger. An aura of warmth spread around the two, growing for a second far too hot before Vasilissa’s eyes widened and she corrected it. “Is this better?” she asked.

[Scott Flaurer]

Scott wondered for a moment if he had been going insane. Maybe it was just the ambiance of the entire place that was freaking him out. After all, wasn't that the entire reason he ended up backed in the corner of nowhere? Had his mind been playing tricks on him, just like it had been when he was hearing the different footsteps seemingly chasing after him. A confused look remained plastered on his face, the girl, staring blankly at him. It was then that the same voice earlier came out of nowhere. Scott looked around for the sound of the voice but so no one in sight. He looked back over to the girl, wondering if she had heard it too, when he saw it. A little figure creeping out of her coat, eyes like flames.

Panicked, Scott pointed and let out a terrified yelp as he took a couple of steps backwards. "What the hell is that?!" he exclaimed, and though he wasn't entirely surprised it did, it answered. He had no idea what had happened next, but he suddenly felt a warm embrace wrap itself around them. Seeing a small ball floating around them then over to the girl's finger, he didn't immediately realized it was her and magic that caused it. Being a bit too shocked to respond, Scott just nodded. It was indeed a good feeling, the warmth now entering his system. But in the same time, it was also unsettling. If she could do this, what else could she do?

Scott tried his best to just focus all his attention on something other than the talking doll inside the girl's pocket. It was then when he caught a couple of pieces of glass scattered on the ground. It seemed that the impact had caused him to accidentally break her vial. "Damn, I'm really sorry. Uh, let me get you a new one. I didn't mean to. Please let me replace it?" Though he didn't know the girl at all, and he could have easily just ignored it, he didn't want to be rude to the girl, after she showed him courtesy and even a bit of kindness.

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[Vasilissa Yaga]

“Replace?” Vasilissa said, confused. She was about to ask, replace what? when she looked down and saw the shards of glass on the floor. The bottle of fairy dust. Broken. She put a hand into her pocket and felt only a fine sand and sharp shards of glass—one of which cut her finger. Vasilissa pulled her hand out with a yelp and automatically put the wound to her mouth. It tasted a little funny, and she pulled it away, realizing it still had fairy dust on it.

“Oh,” she said, her head starting to fuzz. It was getting into her blood through the cut, wasn’t it? She crooked the fingers of her other hand and the dust funneled up and into the air, but there was already a little bit in her system. This was going to be…interesting. “That—that was fairy dust. I don’t know where we could find someone still selling it this late—early—oh.” The world blurred when she moved her head now. It wasn’t that bad yet, probably because it wasn’t a lot, but she could feel herself going.

Vasilissa took a step and stumbled, grabbing onto the boy’s arm to steady herself. The witchlight fizzled and turned a deeper, more scarlet color. “I think I just accidentally ate some…”

NOTES: finally! Sorry it took so long D:

[Scott Flaurer]

The boy heard the woman before him yelp in pain, not entirely seeing what had happened, but he had his suspicions. She spoke, rather surprised, after she licked her finger. From what he inferred, she had cut herself accidentally, and she seemed to have taken some fairy dust. He wasn't entirely sure about fairy dust and it's potency, considering that he didn't really take drugs. But some of his clients had taken it before having sex, and they said that it did give out quite the rush, but he could never know for sure.

"Fairy dust? I think I can get you some of that," he cried out, suddenly remembering last Tuesday when someone at the Cave offered him some for a favor or two. He really had no need for it then, but now that he broke the girl's stash, then he figured he had to go and find a way to get some. He was sure it was rather expensive, at least for him, so purchasing it would probably be out of the table. It was then when he felt her almost stumble into him. Panicked, he quickly grabbed hold of her arm, making sure she kept her balance. Scott stood there, not knowing what to do, as the girl seemed to zone in and out, her face becoming more red than normal.

He urged her to sit down on the floor and he sat with her. He shivered, feeling the damp and cold pavement graze his hand as he helped himself sit down. "A-Are you okay? We should get someone," he told her, not knowing who he could have called at a time like this. He then looked over to her pocket, half-tempted to call out to the doll. "Are you sure that's... i mean, that you're okay?" he asked once more for reassurance, glancing over at the spilled powder scattered on the ground. Another cold wind blew, causing some of the dust to flutter away into the night.
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[Vasilissa Yaga]

The boy helped her sit down. The cement was cold and gritty, but Vasilissa hardly even noticed. The world had gone simultaneously pastel and neon; some things washed out, others glowing brightly. “N-no,” she said. “I’m fine…” She shook her head, trying to clear it, but it only made the buzzing in her ears worse. The witchlight broke its tether and sank back into her palm—which immediately lit up like a searchlight.

“Is that just me?” she asked, indicating her hand. “Or is it…really...glowing?” Vasilissa felt a lurch in her stomach, and quickly turned away from the boy before emptying the contents of her stomach all over the pavement and part of the wall. She retched until there was nothing left in her stomach, then sat back upright and took a deep, shaky breath.

“Sorry,” she managed. Uck. Her mouth tasted of bile. “I just…what was that?” The doll poked its head out of her coat again.

“You detoxed yourself, is what,” said the doll. “Warn me next time? That hurt.”

“I detoxed myself?”

“Side effect. You need to concentrate to get high for more than a couple of minutes.”

“Oh.” Vasilissa pushed her hair back off her face, then looked at the boy. “Um, I should probably get some more. I have to be back home by noon today.”

NOTES: because if she stayed high for too long things would blow up xD

[Scott Flaurer]

He wasn't entire sure what was happening to the girl. Maybe the effect of drug was happening right now? He wasn't sure about how things happened or what it was that she could see, but from the outside point of view, it sure seemed like it. Head shaking, hands quivering, eyes shutting like she was trying to keep something out of her head. The signs were familiar to him. And even though she said that she was fine, it was rather obvious that she wasn't.

Scott raised his eyebrows when she asked about the glowing. He looked around, but there was no glow anywhere in sight. He kept his hand on her back, holding her as though she might soon drift off when she shoved past him before lurching over, and excreting part of what she had for dinner.

"Don't worry about it..." he told her, being glad that nothing too out of hand happened. He wasn't the type that was quick to think on his feet, so if she got all crazy, Scott wouldn't have known what to do. He watched as the doll and the girl exchanged a few words before she turned back to him, saying that she needed to get more. He felt bad, considering that it was his fault that she lost her stash. But the thing was, he couldn't give her any at the moment. His client, the one with the connections, wasn't coming back to the club until Tuesday, and from what she had said, it was urgent. What she was going to do with the drugs, and why it was necessary that she get it at once, he had no idea. After all, she didn't look like a druggie. Neither did the doll.

"I'm really sorry," he apologized again, before standing up and wiping the dirt off of his jeans."Come on, let's go find you more dust. I do owe you," he muttered, giving his hand and helping her up.

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[Vasilissa Yaga]

“It wasn’t your fault,” Vasilissa told the boy, taking his hand and pulling herself to her feet. “I should have asked the doll to take a closer look before I went through the wall.”

She brushed the grit off of her skirt, and then turned away from the boy and spit, trying to get the taste of bile out of her mouth. It didn’t work, but she could always get some water later. “No, it’s alright, I still have money,” she said, shaking her head.

She held out her hand and generated another witchlight, this time mooring it to her shoulder so she could drop her hands to her sides.
Vasilissa looked at the boy. “Um, what’s your name?” she asked, holding out her hand to shake. “I’m Vasilissa Yaga. Apprentice.”

NOTES: ‘cause she’s an apprentice witch

[Scott Flaurer]

"I still should at least pay for some of it," he offered. Though the girl may opt not to take it, he was still going to ask to pay it. These were tough times, and the girl obviously wasn't that well off. He couldn't forgive himself if he was punished or worse for something that was part his fault. Scott rummaged through his pocket, pulling out the wad of cash that his earlier client had given him and took out a fifty dollar bill before stuffing the rest back in his pocket.

He handed it to her, placing it in her hands as he shook it. "I'm, er, Scott. And please, just take it. It wouldn't feel right." He stood there awkwardly, wondering what was going to happen next. In any case, though he may have wanted to walk with the girl, it was already quite late, and he did want to go home. By now, Tom and Abram would have been done playing with one another and he would get to sleep soundly... Hopefully. But he wasn't particularly sure of the way. Not wanting to be rude though, he just kept silent, waiting until the girl told him what she was going to do next.
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[Vasilissa Yaga]

Vasilissa looked at the bill in her hands. It was fifty dollars…gods, it had been so long since she’d handled actual currency she hadn’t made herself. The paper felt weird. She shook her head. “I can’t take this.” She handed it back to the boy. “I—I know you feel bad, but I can always make more out of leaves or something.”

She handed it back to Scott and bit her lip. “Um…”

The doll sighed. “Look, kid. You really want to help us? Tell us where we can some more fairy dust really fast at this hour. And then tell us where we are in relation to the parking garage. The green one.”

“It means the one with the domes,” Vasilissa clarified. She looked at the doll. “I thought you knew where we were?”

“I do know where we are. I just don’t know where we are in relation to where we parked.”

Vasilissa sighed. “You are so very unhelpful sometimes.”

[Scott Flaurer]

Scott wasn't sure if he had heard the girl right. Make more out of leaves? surely, she was kidding, right? Maybe it was still the after effects of the dust. Scott wasn't sure what she had meant, completely forgetting that she had been a witch of sorts. She handed him his money back and after looking at her and seeing that she was serious about not needing it, he reluctantly took it back from her before stuffing it in his pockets. He gave her a muffled thanks, before the doll spoke once more.

Scott scratched the back of his neck and laughed rather nervously. It wasn't enough that the whole place was extremely creepy, but a talking doll, with eyes that glowed, decided to have a conversation with him. He was sure that he was going to have nightmares about this for weeks. Hoping to just answer the question before it decided to do something like nibble off his arm, the boy spoke. "Well, to be quite honest. I'm not really sure where we are either. I kinda got lost here, see..." he trailed off, hoping he didn't sound too useless even though he was.

He fell silent as the two began to bicker once more. They actually seemed more like brother and sister, and not just the same person, one being the id or whatever it was. Even though watching them assured him that whatever it was between the girl and the doll was complex, he figured nothing could be more complicated than his relationship with his own step-brother.

"Um, there should be someone here that sells the stuff, I think..." Scott began to walk blindly, urging the other two to follow him. Even though he had no idea where he was going, it sure beat staying in one place. At best, they would get to replace her stash of dust and get out of the place before morning hit. Worst case, ...well, Scott didn't want to think about that.

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