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 Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 2:38 pm
Maelon grumbled under his breath when she sighed, but said nothing directly to her. How was he supposed to understand what she was saying? She had that accent from who knows where! How was he supposed to understand her when he'd never head someone with an accent in his life? He didn't have any magical powers to help him understand Jan. Maybe that was a Sin ability or something.
"Where are we going?" The dark chocolate Sin'aeis replied as he slid his feet into his shoes and followed Jan out the door. "Are we just going to leave it in there? You don't have a cat or anything it would eat, right?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 2:50 pm
"Ta th'little store on th'corner." Jan nodded toward it, as it was pretty much next door. Living above a laundromat didn't have many perks, but that was one of them. "Naw, jes' got Canaan, but he's out with m'sister fer th'day."
Jan didn't bother to lock the door when they'd left [the plant wouldn't move THAT fast, even if it got through her bedroom and any thief would be in for a nasty surprise] and they were at the little store in moments.
Inside, Jan led Mae around for about two minutes, eventually putting four cans of hairspray, two lighters, some small white facemasks [the cheap kind painters use] and an apple on the counter.
Jan, while tall, looked relatively normal. However, the indian clerk gave Maelon a few weird looks as he rang them up. "Anyting else, Mees?" Poor Mae. Surrounded by people with accents.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:09 pm
The corner store? Well, he supposed they sold important things like hairspray and lighters. If the police showed up at the house because of supposed rumors of arson, he was not going to be blamed. This was all Lyrus's idea, and he was just here to make sure nobody died. Or something. Who knew why he was here?
"Well, good to know we're not dooming anything living in your house," Maelon replied with a small shrug, not sure who Canaan was but figuring it was some sort of small animal thing. These days on Gaia nobody just bought cats or dogs. It was always furry tailed super special awesome foxes and stuff. At least the reptile world hadn't changed that much.
The teenager trotted idly after Jan as she collected the items, raising his eyebrows at the apple. "What's the apple for, bait?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:19 pm
Jan paid the man and got their things, giving Maelon a lighter and can of hairspray from the bag she was carrying, taking out the apple. She raised an eyebrow at his words. What kind of plant ate apples? Jan took a bite herself, giving the male a pointed look as they headed back to her place.
As they reentered the home, they could hear the plant's thumping. Jan continued to eat the apple, leaning a hip against the counter dividing kitchen from living room and outlined her thoughts for Mae.
"Ere's th'plan. I'm gonna kick in th'door 'n knock et back a bit. Ya'll come en right behin' me, en once I move enside 'n ta th'side, you'll start sprayin', alrigh'?"
Jan finished her apple, tossing the core out of the kitchen window, down into her compost barrel, and took out a lighter and the other three cans of hairspray. One got stuck her waistband, one she gave to Mae [he might need more than one can, you see], and the other she took in her hand.
"Y'ready?"
The girl headed down the hall.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:29 pm
Maelon gingerly took the lighter and the hairspray, doing his best to make sure that they didn't accidentally touch. He did not want an explosion in his hand before they even got started. Why she had given him some hairspray and a lighter was beyond him, but he would just hold them anyways. So long as she knew he probably wouldn't be able to use them very well. The dark chocolate Sin was a gamer not a pyromaniac.
The Sin kicked off his shoes again as the entered the house, pausing to listen to what Jan had to say. (Though he couldn't believe she had a crazy plant in her house and as she bought stuff to kill it she bought a snack too. That was just weird.) "So you're going in first... and then once you move out of the way I'll spray the stuff?" This accent was killing him. At least he had, hopefully, managed to get the just of it.
He took the second bottle of hairspray as carefully as he had the first, and stuffed it as best he could into his jean pocket. "I hope you know what you're doing with this...." He mumbled, following Jan down the hall. Just spray the hairspray and hope nothing exploded. He could do this. Probably.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:35 pm
"Yea, tha's righ'."
Without another word Jan's foot crashed through her own door. At least she'd been right about it knocking the plant back some. Of course, she didn't exactly have to get out of Maelon's way. The plant did that for her, catching her with a rather large vine and taking her out at the kneecap. Jan fell to the side, landing hard on her back, leaving Mae wide-open to take the shot.
Luckily for the chocolate sin'aeis, it was more interested in the girl than him. The vine wrapped around her leg, beginning to tug. Resisting, Jan help up the lighter, flicking it until a flame appeared, and held it up to the can's spray, shooting flames up toward the plant.
"Maelon, gimmie some 'elp, 'ere, will ya?" She didn't sound too stressed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:47 pm
Oooh boy here we go.
Maelon flinched when Jan kicked down the door, popping open the top on his hairspray can. He only had a split second to check where the spray was actually coming out before the plant decided it was on the attack. Apparently it seemed to hold some grudge against Jan, because it went for her first. You couldn't really blame it though. Jan had stabbed it with a knife, banged it with a frying pan and then kicked a door into it. Besides, it was better for Mae this way. Jan would keep it occupied.
For a split second Maelon did consider running away. But then Jan decided to actually speak to him, meaning that she hadn't forgotten him yet. Darn. If he ran now she would definitely come after him and beat him up. He supposed he had better help, or at least try to be useful. The dark chocolate Sin'aeis watched what Jan was doing before attempting it himself, making sure to hold the can as far away from his body as possible. Flames go!
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:54 pm
Jan didn't have a doubt in her mind that Maelon was going to help her. Which was probably a good thing. Because if she had doubted him, who knows? Anyway, the plant began to freak out. Plants =/= Friends of Flame.
The vine holding her leg began to wither, steam, burn, and die, and the blonde kicked free of it quickly, getting to her feet and continuing to kick the plant as she burned it.
Running to the other side of it, she swapped cans, tossing the one in her hand at it and yanking the one in her waistband free to begin flaming once more. The can landed inside it's large, gaping bulb, and with the assistance of Mae's flame, blew up. Luckily, the explosion was contained.
It sent plant goop everywhere. Fortunately, most of it missed Jan. Mae was not as lucky, from what the blonde could see.
It was definitely dead. Laughing, Jan stuck her lighter in her pocket, dropping the can and rubbing at her sore leg. "We did et, Maelon!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 4:37 pm
Well, it seemed like their crazy-a** plan was working. As the plant began to freak out, Maelon was sure to take two very distinct steps backwards, hoping that it would keep its freak out away from him. He did not want to be grabbed by those tentacle vine things again. The dark chocolate Sin had already seen Jan go down, and that was enough for him. If it could take out her it could most certainly take out him.
Maelon flinched the moment the can went inside the bulb, trying very hard to keep his eyes open despite the explosions. Jan was craaaaaazy and if she ever came to him about a plant again he was definitely telling her to just go get the hairspray and Lyrus. There was no way he was playing pyromaniac sidekick again, especially not when she was going to blow things up and get plant goop all over him.
The teen made a face as he attempt to shake some of the plant boogers off of him, muttering under his breath. Major ew. "Yaaay," Maelon replied, waving his finger like a little flag. You could just feel the excitement. "Well... at least it didn't blow up too bad. Hope nobody called the fire department."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 4:44 pm
"Naw, I'm sure they 'aven't." Jan kicked her bottle of hairspray away from the plant, eying it on the floor. It actually wouldn't be too hard to clean up. Luckily, her floor wasn't carpeted.
The blonde touched the goop on her face and in her hair and frowned slightly. "'Ell, thanks fer th'elp, Maelon! Good ta know I kin count on ye. I'm gonna take a shower, then clean this'n up. I'll catch ya lata?"
With that, she took off her shirt [lucky Mae, she was wearing a bra!] and began to unbuckle her belt. Jan wasn't really the modest sort and was in her own bedroom. The shower was through the door to her right. Besides, she figured he'd either start helping to clean, or get out of there. He seemed the skittish type.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 5:11 pm
Luckily the floor wasn't carpeted indeed. That would be hard to explain to the landlady. 'Well see, I was quarantining this funky plant, and then it turned into this massive people eater so we blew it up with some hairspray and a lighter. Hope you don't mind the stains on your carpet. biggrin " Yeah, the landlady would be really pleased about that one.
Maelon absently flicked a plant booger off of his arm, giving an absent shrug at her thanks. Yeah, she could count on him. So long as she went in first and did most of the killing. But just don't ask him to do it again. This was disgusting and gooey and dangerous and-- what the hell, why was she taking off her shirt? The dark chocolate boy's face turned bright red the moment Jan's shirt was off, hand coming up to his face to cover his eyes. God damnit! Why was she undressing in here?! Couldn't she at least wait until he was gone?!
"Yeah sure, right, um... later then." Maelon nearly walked into the door before he briefly took his hand away from his eyes and dashed out. He didn't care if people on the street saw him covered in plant goo. It was better than being back in that bedroom with Jan. Urg. Didn't people these days want to keep their clothes on?
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