Harper struggled to wake herself, breaking into consciousnesses through roiling waves like a surfacing mermaid. She was shaking, sweat dampening her brow and she fumbled to stand, falling off her big white couch and onto the floor with a thud and a groan. She felt awful, as though she'd eaten cotton candy for dinner and chased it down with pop rocks and a large coke. She'd been dreaming about something, but she couldn't recall what. Her feet smacked together and she realized she'd passed out fully clothed. As she looked down the length of her body, she realized that wasn't entirely true; while she still wore dark jeans tucked into a pair of her favorite green boots, she'd lost her shirt at some point, her breasts threatening to tumble out of the simple black bra twisted around her torso. With a number of curse words and a lot of fumbling and maneuvering she managed to stand and straighten herself, tugging at the bra while shoving errant hair from her face.
Blood filled her mouth, dripping past her cracked lips and down her chin as she grinned jubilantly at the waning moon.
Crimson soaked her shirt, coated her hands and arms to the elbows from tearing into the body lain before her, led along
it's path to death like a dessert cart presented to a dining table full of socialites. She sucked the juice from her fingers,
sweeter than any chocolate drizzle, crawling forward through the remnants that had been a man as Evil approached,
presenting one pale hand for her to take.
"Well, then," she told her couch, taking a few shaky steps toward the kitchen, beyond which lay her bedroom door. Refuge. Behind it spells kept out...everything. It was the one place in all of the world where nothing and no one, not even Faraday, could invade her personal space. Faraday's room, which was more or less a walk in closet where he disappeared, was against the adjacent wall. The glowing yellow light that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the building - Faraday's magic - shone brightest around the door, so Harper knew he was inside. She gave it a hello pat as she passed, sending a little pulse of her own magic out, knowing her friend would feel her. The purple energy that Harper emitted swirled with the yellow, creating an ugly brown which pulled a smile to her lips, until Faraday's energy absorbed her magic completely. He had a way of making her feel better.
Harper slipped into her room, shutting out the rest of the world. It was dark and cool, her own energy filling the space and casting everything in a purple haze. In bright red letters the clock on her bedside table alerted her to the time, late afternoon. She decided to go man the bar, for something to do. She yanked a new shirt from her closet, simple black cotton which she slipped over her head. She caught her reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall and grimaced. Her face was obnoxiously innocent. At the best of times it could come in handy when she needed to deceive someone, at the worst of times she looked like she was out of place, which really peeved her. With a grumble she reached for the blue Lucite bong on top of her dresser, filling her lungs with the last of her weed.
Harper exhaled slowly as she left her room and crossed her flat to the door that let out into the communal section of her home. There weren't many staying in the rooms at the moment, the only constant a young shifter girl who'd been there for about two months. Harper never could remember her name, but she worked as a barista down the block and brought Harper various flavored coffees on a regular basis, so she'd decided she liked the girl. Speak of the devil, as Harper descended the stairs the girl's bright blue eyes peered at her over the brim of an old leather bound book. The cover had no words, just a picture of a snarling bear. Harper was offered a small smile which she returned with a sarcastic salute as she took the next set of stairs two at a time. The THC was kicking in.
By the time she reached the club section of her home Harper was humming a tune that consisted of three or four songs, smooshed together. "Let there be music!" she shouted to the lack of people there so early in the afternoon. A song began blasting from every direction and it only took her a few chords torecognize it, singling along slightly off key as she danced her way behind the bar. "Black rum, sugar cane, dry ice, somthin' strange. La la la la la la la la la la la, la la..."
A handful of hours later, as the sun dropped below the horizon, Harper was extremely bored and debating dancing on the bar top, maybe taking a few shots. Getting plastered was never a good idea - she tended to conjure crazy things with too much ethanol in her system - but she could limit her intake. She had the patron bottle in hand, shot glass on the bar in front of her, when a familiar red head of hair wandered through her door.
"Evening, Harper," Remy greeted as she took a seat at the bar, setting a shining wood box in front of the shot glass The woman's energy was like shimmering copper, and she left remnants of it on everything she touched. Softly glowing footprints trailed behind her a moment before dissipating. "You let Faraday have the evening off or something? I finished your commission," she told her.
Buzz forgotten, Harper shelved the bottle and the shot glass disappeared as her forearms landed on the counter as a grin spread her lips. "Oooh, hey Rem. Goodies for me?" she asked, wide eyes sparkling in wonder as she took in the box. She was vibrating impatiently, waiting for Remy to present her with the little commissioned spy. "Faraday is upstairs in his room... I like to man the bar sometimes, he deservs time off too."
Remy lifted the lid to reveal the prettiest little beetle Harper had ever laid eyes on. It was barely the size of her finger nail, sucking in light like a black hole and reflecting it back in shimmers of blue and pink that overlapped into purple. It held a touch of Remy's copper glow, seemingly leaking from within. "You know," the woman said as she pushed the box toward Harper, "for what this is going to cost, you could have gotten quite an advanced security system in here."
A security system? Harper's nose wrinkled in disgust. "We're magic, Rem. Faraday and I are the security system. I know you like your mechanisms, but I find it much easier to just turn perpetrators into a frog and dump them in a local pond. And besides, don't those things alert the human police? What could they do against a rouge wolf or a pissy dark witch? Nada. People would just get ripped apart and I'd have to clean blood off my floor." She gave a little nod of her head, eyes still on her new toy. "Frog; much easier."
Harper's fingers hovered over the little automaton, wiggling about though she didn't yet pick it up. "Okay, I'm afraid to touch it," she admitted finally. It looked like it'd be crushed between her clumsy fingers. "Show me how it works?" she asked.