As winter settles in and the weather gets steadily colder, Miss Frizz is finding it harder and harder to stay awake. Her biological imperative to hibernate is clamoring more and more loudly, and she’s taken to snuggling up against anyone who’ll let her to keep warm and stave off the sleepiness. This means she’s been travelling with Gran’s waitstaff tucked against their necks or on top of their heads so she can keep helping with busing the tables, or sitting as close as she dares to the fireplace in the main dining room when all else fails.
That’s where she is now. A small fawn and red bit of fluff practically leaning against the iron grate in front of the fireplace.
Jeshua’s slowly been settling into a routine. Helping to serve the morning meal; dishes; and out to the stables for her daily dose of “why I’m not a mechanic” – it was still a game of chicken going on there, the girl still steadfastly refusing to admit that this wasn’t the career for her by any stretch of the imagination. Really, what she needed to do was march her butt down to The Restorium and declare her interest. It might not solve the mystery of could she or couldn’t she with her magic, but it wouldn’t be being a mechanic, and there likely would be many sighs of relief at that. Most of them her’s.
Of course, the rest of the day was her to do with as she pleased. Mostly. She still had more serving and dish washing duties to tend to to cover her room and board. It helped that Jesh didn’t mind it so much. She got to be around more people. Get used to her new home. Which is what she’s up to now. Table clearing and wiping. Carrying around a bin to collect dirty dishes. Mostly minding her own business. Mostly.
With the days being cooler, Kaji’s been taking advantage of the weather shift to try keeping to some of Ardul’s training regimen. True, he hasn’t been worked as hard since the earlier months when he’d first asked her to teach him, and some of the habits he’s kept with, such as having a jog about in the morning and maybe here and there in the day depending on if he had an errand to run for Gran or not.
When he’s about Gran’s, he likes to experiment with cooking in the kitchen. There are many ingredients and flavors he misses from home, but he knows if you prepare anything with even the most basic seasonings, it can taste delicious. Although he’d totally kill for some beef or chicken. Dinosteaks just aren’t the same, even if you make them into burgers.
Catching herself nearly nodding off AGAIN, Suss shakes herself and looks around the room, recognizing the new lady, Miss Jesh. <~ Hello, Miss Jesh, ~> she calls across the way. Her little nose twitches at some less recognizable smells coming from the kitchen and surmises that Kaji is experimenting again. Maybe he’ll make more of those bready things cooked in a pan. They were tasty.
Pacing a bit along the edge of the fireplace to warm her other side, she watches Jesh for a moment, then tidies a table’s dishware for pickup. It’s not as easy to do from this lack of a vantage point, but she can count it as good practice.
Jeshua still wasn’t totally comfortable with the voice in her head. In fact, when it comes, there’s an mildly irritated push back of her mind towards the little mouse << I wish you’d stop that >> Even if she knows full well the mouse isn’t about to, and really can’t if she wants to communicate. And more, the girl not even aware she’s answered Suss in kind – not even thinking about it, the words just forming in her mind and pushing the small creature’s way.
By the time Jeshua orients herself towards Miss Frizz, the irritation is replaced with a small hint of a smile playing over her features, “Oh, hey. Are you needing something?” Moving over towards the hearth, steadfastly ignoring the telekinetic clearing up of dishes. What’s not seen she doesn’t have to deal with. She was still trying to comprehend how something so small managed that. It was just plain old easier to pretend it wasn’t happening.
It’d be easier making the things he’d prefer to make if they actually had the ingredients. Unfortunately there’s just been a lot of things that either don’t exist or have to be imported from Dogwood territory. Experimenting hence has truly been experimenting.
Kaji comes out of the kitchen, a mug of tea in his hand, the other hand stifling a yawn. Sometimes he forgets how long he’s been in there, so caught up in things. He wanders over to a table, smiling a little as he sees the dishes being cleared. His eyes scan the area for a certain mouse. Not too hard to find her since Jeshua’s moving in that direction, it seems.
Miss Frizz shrinks back a bit at Jeshua’s offhand telepathic comment, and is then confused when the human turns around and addresses her completely differently. But, she doesn’t reply. That message came through loud and clear.
When Kaji enters from the kitchen, her little eyes flick toward him, then at Jeshua again for a long moment before she dashes straight off of the fireplace mantle toward the young man, using her telekinetic ability to keep from flat out falling to the floor and instead lands somewhat gently before she races over to climb up Kaji’s pantleg and hoodie to get to his shoulder, where she proceeds to try and burrow in against his neck.
Jeshua, for her part, is oblivious to what she’s done. It’s just not on her radar of ‘things I can do’ at this point. Which may be just as well.. or not, the girl mildly confused at the little mouse’s clambour away from her and burrow into Kaji’s neck. The girl frowning. “Was it something I said?”
Oh, if only she knew.
Kaji gets a nod and a shy smile. “Hey, Kaji. Mostly done cleaning up out here. Think Miss there wants something..” As though the little mouse can’t speak for herself. Though now Jesh is aware, again, that something isn’t quite right, the smile fading back into a frown.
“I’ll just grab the bin.”
He has no idea what, if anything, had happened between the two, but he watches as the mouse zips on over. It’s kind of neat watching how well she manages to do it all, and having her come up to his shoulder isn’t anything unusual. “Hey Miss Suss- gah!” Kaji cringes a little at the cold paws, barely managing not to squish the mouse between his shoulder and face in the process.
“‘sup Jesh? I think Miss Suss just wants some warmth…” Blink. “Something wrong?” What’s with the frown? He looks between her and…well, he can’t really get a good look at Frizz when she’s wedged between his neck.
Warmth, lovely warmth. Suss startles when Kaji reacts to her feet being cold and almost promptly curls up so at most she’ll only tickle him with her whiskers. And when he asks if something is wrong, she only replies by squeaking softly a few times.
Peering past Kaji’s hoodie collar at Jeshua, she can’t help but wonder when the wheaten lady learned to mind-speak. Because she hadn’t done it last time they met.
Jeshua is still confused, but she’s done busing the tables. If there are new dishes to be had, or wiping to be done, it can wait until later. Kaji is informed, “Not sure. Miss there said hello, and I was just coming to see what she wanted..
And that’s when the odd little thought hit her. “Oh.” The girl looking suddenly small for a moment, and terribly, terribly apologetic. “You heard that, didn’t you?” Her eyes darting to the small mouse. “I didn’t know you could read my mind.” Still not totally understanding the logistics of what she’d done, but getting closer. A slow blush creeping up over her cheeks.
The young necromancer brings his hand up to cup over Miss Suss slightly. When she responds only in the manner of normal mice, he can’t help but be a little concerned, and it colors his tone. “Miss Suss? Talk to me, please?”
He looks back at Jeshua, brow arching. “That’s…not the way that her telekinesis works, so far as I remember…” he says, frowning a little.
If it’s possible for a telepathic ‘voice’ to sound small, Miss Frizz’s does. <~ I just said hello, Kaji. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it bothered you. ~> The latter is directed to Jeshua, though since the mouse has never really learned how to focus her telepathic ability on a single person, it’s like she’s speaking to the whole room, all the time every time.
Ducking her head back under Kaji’s hoodie collar again, she shivers once briefly and tries to soak up as much warmth as possible.
Jeshua’s blush remains as Miss Suss shares the whys and wherefores of why she’s cowering away from Jeshua, a tight little curl into Kaji’s neck. “It doesn’t,” she lies. “I mean it does. But not like that. I just.. it’s weird. I”m still getting use to it.. I’m sorry. I just had that thought. You werne’t meant to hear it…”
Though something Kaji says filters on down. “Huh? What do you mean, telekinesis? That’s not how it works? I thought she talked to everyone like that? Like in our heads, and we just sort of answered her?”
Still blissfully oblivious.. but slowly working her way on up to ‘oh’.
“It’s okay, Miss Suss. I guess you gotta be open to the possibility of people not liking hearing a voice in their heads that isn’t their’s. But…it’s kind of difficult to ask them if it’s okay since you’d have to do so in order to ask in the first place.”
The teenager smiles crookedly, patting the lump beneath his hood before he glances back at Jeshua. Taking a sip from his tea, he shrugs a shoulder so as not to upset Miss Frizz. “Well, so far as I’ve known, it’s always only been her talking in people’s heads, broadcast to whoever’s within ‘hearing’ range. But we can’t head-talk to her back, unless you’re psychic, I guess. I’m so not.” He chuckles a little, bringing his mug up to his lips again.
Jeshua blinks at Kaji. “But if she’s not doing it?” It really only bore one explanation otherwise, the girl backing up a step. “Oh.” The word a smallness in her mouth as all other explanations are systematically erased, leaving her with but one: That it was her.
“Oh gosh. I didn’t know.. and I don’t even know how to stop it or make it to di again? I didn’t mean, oh gosh.”
Girl might talk trash about taking out the Coalition, but hurt the feelings of one little mouse, and she’s stumbling all over herself to apologize.
That just has Kaji blinking again as he looks at her over his mug of tea. “Huh? Didn’t know what?” he asks. It takes him a moment to connect the dots.
“…wait, you mean you’re psychic? I thought you said you did magic?” Did those two work together? To some degree? Ugh, he’s not sure how things work in this world half the time.
Suss twitches and wakes up, having fallen asleep curled up against Kaji’s neck. At least her little feet are warm now. <~ You’re right, Kaji. But… I’d have to ask Elpida’s friend to translate otherwise. ~> Unless she can find someone ELSE who speaks Mouse.
Jeshua blinks. “Psychic? Huh? I don’t know. I just do..” She gestures with a free hand. “Stuff. I just.. Gosh, I’m sorry, Miss. I don’t know what I did, so I don’t know how to stop it?”
“…didn’t know Elpida had a Disney princess as a friend,” Kaji murmurs thoughtfully. “I guess putting up a sign that says ‘Psychic Mouse on Premises’ would be kind of pointless too since almost everyone around here doesn’t know how to read.” That and he figures it’s better that Miss Suss has her secrets.
“What kind of stuff? I don’t think I ever caught what it was you were able to do.” Pause. “Aside from that you said you couldn’t make pie,” he adds, smiling lopsidedly. “But if you can, I dunno… I guess the best you can do is try to practice it so you can figure out how to get a handle on it. Otherwise you just end up getting into a lot of trouble.” Judging by his expression, he seems to be speaking from experience.
Jeshua’s nose crinkles as he suggest she practice her skills. Not that she even knows all she can do – that’s the trouble when you’ve been avoiding a goodly part of yourself. Not that things didn’t eek out on their own, but still.. actively seeking her limits? That was just a little too close to all things uncomfortable when she was still back at ‘maybe this magic thing isn’t so bad’.
“I never tried to make pie,” she admits, “But I think someone said maybe Gran doesn’t so much make it as make it come from the kitchen to where she wants it. That’s not really the same thing, is it? And I don’t know what I can do. I never tried all the things.”
There’s a pause. “Jesana says maybe I might be helping myself with it. I wasn’t noticing the cold so much. Not like I should have. I don’t know. How do you try things before you think of them?”
There’s a small look of helplessness to the girl. “I know I can..” Her words are chosen carefully, the girl wincing, “I think I can hurt people.”
Being so close to Kaji’s vocal chords, she heard his murmur just fine. <~ A what princess? She’s… she’s a white rat. Her accent is odd, but it’s still Mouse. ~> Having warmed up enough, she peeks out from under Kaji’s hoodie collar again.
<~ Maybe you can try thinking at me again? ~>
Kaji nods. “Oh yeah, I think that was me that suggested that. I’m not sure how Gran’s magic works either, but I’ve heard she’s powerful.” He drinks a little more of his tea as Jeshua goes on. “Well…what things have you tried?” he asks. “You must have done something before to know that you’re able to do anything at all.” The name mentioned doesn’t ring a bell to him, but he nods a bit, glad that someone else is helping Jeshua figure things out a little more.
His brow furrows then, and he looks down at his tea. “…that’s always a possibility, with magic. But I’ve been told that magic in itself isn’t good or bad. You have to think of it as a tool. Then it’s just a matter of how you use it.” He knows his particular brand of magic already has plenty of negative connotation.
Hearing Miss Frizz’s question, he laughs a little. “Oh, um. Just a little D-Bee humor. I’m pretty sure only El would get it. A white rat though? Huh.”
“Try thinking again?” Jeshua’s voice squeaking a little as she says it, even as she’s sending <<Try thinking again?>> in tandem with it. Her little send slightly louder than she might like, all things considered, but given she’s still getting a grip on even thinking about doing it, it might be forgiven. Volume control will come.
She brightens a little at Kaji, “Yeah. Just before we all went off to..” She hushes then, because, well, yeah. That whole little conversation about hunting psy-hounds still not something she was sure was for all ears.
“It’s a lot easier to say it’s how I use it, than it is to believe it,” Jesh says carefully. “And I don’t know. I mostly stopped someone from running. Sometimes I helped myself do things. Just little things. And then I..” The girl worried at her lower lip. “I’d really rather not say, if you don’t mind?” Because, yeah, she still wasn’t comfortable with what she’d done to her father, even if she could entertain the small notion that maybe she hadn’t accidentally killed him. Regardless, she’d thrown him through a wall and left him hurt. That was bad enough.
The necromancer nods encouragingly as she asks, although he hadn’t quite expected to be a part of the range. It’s pretty evident that he’s heard it too as he abruptly winces while Jeshua speaks. “Owww ow ow…” he says, shaking his head. “W-well, guess that kinda worked?”
Yeah, the psyhound hunt was kind of a on the down-low. Kaji nods as she trails off, smirking a bit. It’s an expression that fades quickly enough as Jeshua tries to explain a bit more. Stopping people from running doesn’t sound too bad, and he’s already figuring that she must have some sort of psi-kinetic ability, maybe not too unlike Miss Frizz. There’s a lot you can do with that sort of ability that he can imagine, helpful and on the offensive.
“It’s okay, if you don’t wanna say. I mean, I get that.” They haven’t all known each other for very long, so he doesn’t blame her for wanting to keep some things to herself.
He lifts his mug again, pausing mid-sip as though remembering something. “-aaaw crap, I needa-” He gestures towards the kitchen vaguely and then stops so he can carefully pry Miss Suss from under his hood. “Sorry Miss Suss- but I think I’d rather not bring you along in case I forget you’re there again,” he says as he gently sets her on the nearest table. “Jeshua, could you keep her warm or find something for her? I needa make sure I don’t burn down the kitchen accidentally.”
He’s already scurrying back towards said kitchen, apologies launching as soon as he passes the threshold.