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BWI Portalocity Terminal [Saturday Morning]

Rather than fly from Philadelphia to Baltimore, Eric's parents had given him a lift. They had offered to drive him directly to the school, but he told them he would rather meet the group at the airport and take the shuttle. That way he'd get an early glimpse at all the hot girls he was sure would be going to his new school.

So now he was relaxing in the lounge, drinking a soda and waiting. It wasn't going to college, but it would do.

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On one hand? Gothy-looking girl in a red leather cat-suit, looking just the tiniest bit lonely and confused.

On the other, she wasn't doing much to cloak her aura of ~You go away. You go away and you die now.~ whenever anyone walked past her and her pile of oddly-shaped luggage.

Ah, contradictions. Elder god stuffed into the de-aged body of a human, or just every teenager ever? You decide.

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Either way, Eric thought she was hot.

"Hi, there," he said, giving a charming smile.

Luckily for Eric, killing people with her brain wasn't currently one of Illyria's powers.

"I don't wish to mate with you."

Neither was tact.

"Woah, hey, getting a little ahead of yourself there," Eric said, holding up a hand. "I would totally take you out for a burger or something first."

A burger was...a series of useless facts that sparked and died in the memories that used to be Fred. USDA Prime. Texas sued Oprah Winfrey. Double Meat is double sweet.^(TM)

"Slaughtering cattle for me is a pitiful offering, but it is--" What Wesley had said of this journey. "A start. Speak to me when you've learned how to make a proper sacrifice."

That ...was actually Illyria being polite. Fear.

"... huh? Hamburgers have nothing to do with cattle. Or they'd be called cowburgers."

Oh, Eric.

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"Omigod, like, are those permanent or wash-out?" Kelly asked, eyeing the girl's hair obliviously. "'Cause, like, I have been trying to find really cute highlights to streak in for forever but my mom is all 'Kelly, you have beautiful hair, why would you ruin it with blond streaks to make you look cheap?' And I'm like, 'Mom, but highlights are so cool! And if I could like, find some wash-out kinds? I would totally be fine, because she would be like, lecturey for a day and then they would wash out in two weeks and it wouldn't even be a thing, you know?"

Illyria tilted her head so far that if she were human, you would have heard it crack. Each of the words that had come out of the girl's mouth was one she recognized as English, but together it was like the the buzzing of a hive of bees.

And she wasn't even being pretentious and disdainful. Yet. It really made no sense to her at all.

"Did you just speak to me?"

"Um, yeah?" Kelly said, tilting her head curiously. "Oh my god, do you like, have a hearing problem?"

She raised her voice considerably, now miming what she was saying. "I like your hair!" she said loudly, pointing from her own head to Illyria's. "It's like, adorable? And the blue is nice! I like how it matches your lipstick." And yes, like with the hair, she was now pointing to her mouth.

Kelly Kapoor: sensitive to the disabled.

Illyria covered her ears, staring blindly at the girl. "Why do you assault me with this noise?" Which was code for Why the hell am I not allowed to kill you - oh yes, I promised Wesley I wouldn't.

"Golly," Hayley said, looking over from where she sat. "That's some real nice hair."

What was this fascination with the stuff that trailed from her head? She recognized it as a compliment, though, which is more than she could say for the bucket of words that had vomited forth from the other girl's mouth.

"It suits me," was her answer, which might be as close as you'd ever get to a thank-you from Illyria if you weren't visibly dripping with power.

"It really does," Hayley said.

"...You ever thought about green?"

Illyria paused before answering, unable to take any insult from the question no matter how hard she might try. At last she dipped her head, concentrating on the minor shift of atoms whirring through her shell.

When she lifted it, the stripes in her hair - lips, eyes, the tint of her skin - were emerald green where once they'd been sapphire. She stared appraisingly at the back of her hand. "It doesn't suit as well."

Hayley stared in awe.

"I think it's gorgeous," she said.

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Really, no matter how he tried, Cal could not just ignore the chick in leather with the death glare. He never did have much of a survival instinct.

"Smoke?" he asked, holding out a pack of cigarettes. She looked like she might be a smoker, so he felt it was a safe offer.

Illyria stared at the object in his hand. "I see none." He didn't appear to be on fire.

"No, I mean, do you want one?" Cal tried again. "But, somehow, I get the feeling you're not a smoker."

Ah. Cigarettes. "You set leaves on fire and suck them in to poison your lungs."

"Don't forget stain your teeth and make your fingernails turn yellow," Cal offered, holding up a hand to show, although he still had a long way to go until the points he mentioned.

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Didi considered the girl for a long moment, then said, "So, do you think the school will let me keep my fish in my dorm room?"

She might have caught some whiff of something. On the other hand, it might have just been how she was.

Illyria slowly turned her head, disturbed less by the girl herself than by the fact that Illyria couldn't immediately tell what she was, besides almost familiar somehow.

"I was told that all dietary needs would be met," she said, and didn't mention that Spike had followed that up with an offer to pack up a few of their crunchiest petri dishes for her trip.

"They're pets," Didi said patiently as she held up the travel tank. "See, the fat orange one is Slim and the little yellow one is Wandsworth. I hope I can keep them. I like them a lot, and they're too little to eat anyhow."

Illyria studied the small orange creatures as the moved through the water. "They would not make much of a meal," she agreed. "These entertain you? Do they attack each other for your amusement?" She had a skewed definition of pet, yes.

"They swim around," Didi said simply. "Sometimes they go through the little castle, and sometimes Slim chases Wandsworth."

"You like pets that fight?" That was a Desire thing, if anything, and even it didn't do that very often. It had larger games to play.