un: weaseling

[deuteranope]

Note/textbook highlighting/ease of reading
€10-15

Editing/proofreading
€15-20

Tutoring: french, eng, maths, science
cost depends on grade and if they're fucking annoying

Coffee delivery
cost of drink/food + €5

Tattoo design
depends what it is but they can just go to a real fucking artist if I don't cut the cost

Catsitting
€10/hr maybe just cat glamour shots

Fistfight
do this shit for free

Drinking buddy
pay for my drinks tbh

Healing??
no fuck charging for that

and tell them all to get me shit for bday

[when you accidentally post instead of saving a draft]

Comments

[strings_theory]

ffs

I'm going out to the quad, either go out there or don't, Mav. I don't give a fuck.

[deuteranope]

hey you know I always enjoy meeting you in the quad ♥ ♥

[It'll take a bit, though, he wasn't expecting that trip right now.]

[standless]

I shall see both of you there then!

[no comment to all of mav's comments,]

[strings_theory]

Fuck you, bitch~

[That's all he's getting as she'll be found chilling in the quad, thank you.]

[deuteranope]

[This is why they're friends.

Maverick looks casual as he strolls on up, hands in his pockets, but one of those hands is tightly clamped around his trusty switchblade. He's reasonably sure this isn't a vampire ploy by now, but... You never know. He wouldn't put it past those things.]

Enjoying the bright shiny daylight, Florida Woman?

[strings_theory]

[Unfortunately this is why they're friends. As usual she's wearing as little as possible with the weather and just chilling in the grass, sun bright and on her, thanks.]

'Course I am. It's startin' to get cold and I fucking hate the goddamned cold. [Winter is gonna be rough for her, man.]

Glad you finally decided to fucking show up, too.

[standless]

[Jonathan, fortunately, misses most of their conversation. Please, he has such tender ears,

At any rate, the bat- small, fluffy, wearing the closest thing between a sweater and a jumpsuit- soon arrives to alight somewhere near for a perch.

Considering he isn't upside down he looks quite silly.] Ah- Hello there! I am Jonathan, as you may have determined..!

...ah... ....Shall I start, or... [Should he do a Hamon?? Let Jolyne talk?? Mysteries.]

[deuteranope]

[Sorry, Jonny, he ain't done yet so there's more foul language.]

Sucks to be you~ Fucking love the cold.

[something something warm bodies, idk]

Fuck off. I was on my way somewhere else. [Finally he drags his eyes over, wary even while they're unimpressed. What the fuck is this... No, really, the fuck is that.]

Whatever. Pretty sure the most convincing argument is your shit sense of fashion -- like, aren't vamps supposed to be hot gothic disasters, not whatever the fuck this is? But go on, do whatever it is you do, Battycakes.

[strings_theory]

You're the one that started being a prick, so not my fault you were goin' somewhere else, asshat.

[They're horrible, but she's shrugging and flopping onto the grass to watch this mess from a different angle.]

Once again, he's a dead spirit possessing a fruit bat, like I already goddamned fucking said, you dumb bitch.

[standless]

[His ears Literally twitch with each curse.] I found it rather kind of the people here, providing clothing at all...

...Does...'Goth' mean something else right now, for that matter? Well. At any rate...

[He starts Breathing. Technically he's always breathing but now the rhythm is more pronounced. It brings with it a shine, and an Energy- one that can undoubtedly be likened to Radience.]

[deuteranope]

I'm always a fucking prick?

[Like...come on, Jolyne, it's nothing new. It just...also happened to be one of his trauma buttons.]

Uh, yeah. Lots of black and eyeliner, maybe red and purple.

[He sounds a little distracted as he says it, and his hand is still on his knife but he's not holding it like his life depends on it anymore. That's just...bizarre.]

...So how come this undead fucker lights up like a lightbulb when that shit is supposed to destroy them? Vampire or not, isn't that kinda an anomaly?

[strings_theory]

... He's not undead when he's literally in the body of a living animal. [Good god, Maverick, keep up.]

Admittedly, it's a cool-ass trick I'm kinda keen on figuring out myself, but I guess babysteps or what-the-fuck-ever, right?

[At least she's letting the rest of this shit go for the time being.]

[standless]

It is precisely as Jolyne has put it- this body is entirely alive...and for all purposes, my own. It's...rather complicated, I shall admit. I actually spent a fair bit of time more 'bat' than person while regaining awareness...

As it is- Jolyne! You may display that trick sooner than you believe- a burst and display of hamon is among the first techniques you shall learn, as all else comes from focusing that energy to more precise areas. A burst however, is simply gathering it.

[deuteranope]

I'm pretty fucking sure that's a subsection of "undead" on account of you fucking dying.

[...which he will proceed to not think too deeply about on account of that time he got killed by a daemon. He's not undead, nope.]

Ha. You're learning to be a firefly from a bat. Not that I think magical meditation would be a bad idea for you.

[strings_theory]

And yet that body's technically his now and alive, so kinda not.

[Oh, Mav, honey. She's giving the most thin-lipped smile at that last sentence.]

And why would that not be a bad idea, Maverick?

[standless]

I did note that it was complicated...perhaps this 'blight' matter that has been mentioned here relates as well?

[He must....research...] ....Ah...

Frankly I would think the art worth learning for any capable...

[He can...feel...the tension...]

[deuteranope]

[Hmmmm. Put a pin in a thought quick, he's gotta tease Jolyne some more.]

Because you're a Florida Woman~

[They're always doing crazy shit. Anyway:]

So -- you said something about countering blight or whatever and healing before. Think it could cleanse something like that without making the person poof into dust?

[strings_theory]

[Oh boy, there's a small bit of a growl from her, oops.]

Keep pushing your luck, Mav. [And he might just get decked in a little bit. But for now she's settling again and just listening to this whole mess.]

[standless]

[If he didn't literally have to breathe rhythmically for Hamon, he'd have held it. As it is, he furrows what Could be brows in his case as he thinks.]

A rather good question...I have no doubts there would be limits. It absolutely Cannot heal vampires after all. But I know not enough about the details of the art to otherwise answer...my master died quite tragically before he had even truly finished my training, and I myself perished not long after...I...

...I do apologize, but it very much is not something I care to experiment with either. The risks are simply too great.

[deuteranope]

[shhh this is friendship...the way to further friendship is to ignore all this Feelingsy crap about dead friends.]

That's cool. I'll do it myself. Less risky if the one doing it don't generate much power, like a newbie, right? Besides, the Radiance shit skipped this Candle. Now that I ain't risking learning something from a bloodsucker, sign me up, Battycakes, it's basically the perfect fucking scenario.

[standless]

[It is like a Curtain has been drawn. Before, Jonathan could have been described as 'cute'. 'Innocent', perhaps, naivete coupled with his small appearance for the perfect storm of projection.

Abruptly, he stiffens. His expression tightens with severity as he stares up to Mav.]

....I believe I would like to ask what it is you intend to test, before I can even begin to consider teaching you this art.

[deuteranope]

[Ugh, and there goes his good mood... Mav glances over to Jolyne and rolls his eyes.]

Why's your gramps so fucking uptight? Fuck's sake. Pretty sure I made it perfectly fucking clear I'm interested in blight reversal, man.

[strings_theory]

[She's shrugging slowly in return as she pushes herself to sit up again, might as well.]

Maybe you oughta explain it clearer, Mav. I ain't his keeper or anything.

[standless]

Indeed.

As you said after all- you wished to know if it were possible. Without casualty.

And I refuse to take the risk of causing undue harm and death simply because one assumed they would only have a 'small amount' of Hamon.

[deuteranope]

[Ugh!!!]

I'm not a fucking idiot. I got people I give a shit about, that's why I wanna give it a shot. I'm not gonna fucking go and kill 'em, now am I? And if I hurt them, I can fucking heal them -- it's fey shit, it won't be a problem.