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Chapter One
Sabrina. Cold. Wet. Very windy. No weather for a cat. Home. Lights. Run. Thunk! Meooooowch! Pain! Huh? I see the light. Run. Thunk! Again? Why? Back to steps. Now what? Mew. Help? Mew
Hands. Flying. Warm Thing. Warm. Drying. Nice. Zzzzzzz,
The tall, athletic girl looked at the sleeping feline and shook her head. Definitely a dim bulb in the chandelier, if not the dimmest. Glass was simply a foreign concept to the ball of fluff, and at least a half dozen times, she had seen the silly thing bash itself against the windows. The sole survivor of a rough birthed litter, Sabrina was a sweet little thing, but honestly, probably was not going to make a very good familiar. Which was going to make the school year a rough one for the teenager. Once again she mentally kicked herself for being a bleeding heart. Fortunately, familiars weren't a crucial part of this year's curriculum, but either Sabrina smartened up or she was going to have to get another familiar. And lose the year of bonding the other students would have with their non 'special needs' familiars. Lovely, she thought. There again, she'd manage. Her other grades were impeccable, so the only blow a low score in familiars would deal would be to her pride. Its not like she'd fail her junior year or anything. Academics came easily to her. So did magic. But she was somewhat shy around people. Not so much in class, where she was the one who always had the correct answer, but more on a one to one basis. She never knew what to say unless it was educational or academic. It was hard to talk to people, and honestly, though she tried very hard, even animals took a bit of time to warm up to her. Once they did, however, they were loyal to a fault, and to be truthful, she loved them deeply as well. While Sabrina was her first pet of her own, the pets and familiars of her home all were friend to Spencer, and she often was asked, politely and respectfully, for her time in familiar sitting, also her advice and opinions about various animal care problems
Gently, Spencer Wilds settled the cocooned yet quivering kitten down on her bed, tucked her in, and looked around the room. Juniors and seniors got the dubious luxury of a room to themselves though most people had bigger closets at home. There was room for a long dingle bed that could be lifted on one end for a a couch, not that most students bothered. Spencer's was neatly raised, her comforter in house colors draped neatly, and on tone end, a pillow now holding the towel nested Sabrina..Her wardrobe, school issued, contained her clothes. Then, there was her bookshelf and desk combo, taking the one available wall left. Her desk, covered with books, papers, quills and ink bottles, was a mess as usual. Spencer herself was neatly dressed in her school uniform, her hair smoothly drawn back into a braid. Her uniform of forest green and white was immaculate, her deep red tie knotted correctly, her green socks pulled up and her black shoes shiny and polished. But no amount of braiding could hide the fact her hair was, in fact, a riot of color, widely streaked black, red, and pale silver blond. Naturally. Spencer hated it. Being shy, she didn't always know how to handle the attention it drew. She got accused of dying her hair by the Muns, the non-magical people often found in Salem, or even worse, at school she was frequently accused of jinxing it to grow that way. The school nurse assured her it was genetic, as did those who knew her parents, but Spencer herself wouldn't know. Both her parents were presumed dead, lost at sea when their craft ran afoul of a tsunami in Japan they were trying to magically dissipate, so that damage to the people would not be catastrophic. They could only succeed in turning the tsunami's center so that most of the storm's terrible power was out at sea. Their success proved their undoing as their lives were sacrificed to save many more. Spencer sighed, and stood up. This line of thought never did her any good, she told herself, shaking her head to clear the thoughts. She crossed the room to check Sabrina. Now dry, the tiny morsel of kitten slept deeply, burrow far within her towel nest. Her tiny whiskers twitches as she dreamed and wasn't likely to wake soon. Assured the kitten had taken no real damage from the soaking she received, Spencer snatched her dark green sweater and left for the common room, locking the door carefully behind her.
Checking her combination sundial/watch/alarm/messenger/scientific/enlightened calculator (aka the SWAMSEC), she knew the commons would be fairly quiet. But she knew Dylan, her best friend, would be there too, along with Towne Wardwell, Dylan's other best friend. Towne was strong, very muscular and excelled at not only offensive spells but many archaic hand to hand combat forms. Towne was also really good looking, although he paid it little minds. Changeable eyes, that went from warm blue to steely gray when he was angry, challenged, or sparring, his brownish blonde tipped hair made one think of the old beaches, the ones where the members of Townes family fled in the Ancient Burning Times, to join with others and eventually evolve into a social subculture called the “Surfers”. Back in 2525, CE, they officially accepted the merger offer made by the Skaters, a subculture based on urban surfing, if such were possible. . Hybridization and a few good years making billions and billions as media performers, models, fitness gurus, etc when retro-sk13 made skater-surfer culture became popular with world citizens, had been good to them. The organization turned vigilante in the late riots of 666, with the end result that the CSS, as the California Surf-Skaters came to be called, renounced unjustified force, and became the most feared and respective force of justice world wide.
Jezebelle
Jezebelle Parris Jacobs was intolerant of idiots. Nothing annoyed her worse. She could take being lied to (it had happened when she was a starry-eyes space-noob), outsmarted (well she thought she could, if it ever happened) and even being *thought* stupid, but she personally got annoyed with those that did 'get it' right away. Not that she hadn't made a more than a few mistakes in her past. It was just irrelevant because she was harder on her self than she was on anyone else anyway. As the deceptively curvy captain of the M.E.A.T Goddess, she's run with a rough crowd, slipping in and out of star ports, causing mischief, all in the battle to get ahead. She clawed her way to the top eventually, and without chipping her polish. After dumping scores of ex-boyfriends, ex-employees and ex-friends at various spaceports, she had finally met a worthy first mate ( 'her crew”). Spike Noyes was calm, funny and enjoyed repairing things. He seemed anticipate her reactions and had the solutions to many a problem.
She had seen him around various space-jock hangouts, but for one reason or another never managed to work with him until a few ports back when she was finally solvent and could take on a partner. Less than six months later she wasn't sure how she had managed without him. He was that capable. A loud noise broke her concentration. Flipping a switch she peered into the view finder and swore softly under her breath. “Already? Again? Hadn't she just...ugh...” sighing she got to her feet and dug a small tube of gloss-stick, clear and smelling strongly of watergrapes. Bloody Sidhe Mafia. The more you pay, the more they came back. But if you refused them.....shuddering, Jezebelle started the walk to the airlock, cursing the necessity of paying off the local criminal element.
Slamming into the cubicle, she activated the entrance to the spaceport containment unit. She could hear it yelling, voicing its message before the doors open. It sounded pretty upset. Upset in proportions at odds with its physique. Standing before her was a small pastel ringed fairy. Exquisitely cute, tiny, the small creature was dressed in pale aqua sweater and lilac tights. Around its waist and down its small arms were thin stripes of teal, deep blue, pink, lilac and silver. The tiny thing glittered and shined. At odds with the beauty of the small face was a glare that belonged on your average barbarian warrior. When it spoke it was with jarring curtness. “Face lip” it growled.“Gimme face lip”. “Oh how wonderful to see you, I see your..ah..new to this beat.” “Face lip” it roared. Jezebelle tried vainly to argue with the small glittery being. “You were here two weeks ago. You're supposed to come back next week.” the small being growled and aimed a small kick at Jezebelle. Drawing breath the beautiful fairy started chanting “face-lip, face-lip, face liiip”.
Jezebelle gave up, and tossed the beast the tube she selected. “Good face lip. Watergrape. You take. You .go. Don't come back 3 weeks. You hear?”
Grinning evilly, the small little winged baby looked at Jezebelle. “Myyyyy face lip. Mine.”
“Yes” said Jezebelle.
“For Sh-mumble”, obviously the creature's name.
“Yes, for you” said Jezebelle.
Opening the tube, the tiny fairy smeared some on and around her lips. Pausing politely, she offered Jezebelle the tube.
Shaking her head, Jezebelle laughs. “All yours”
Darting to the door, the fairy blinks. “My FACE- Lip” it screams and disappears. Jezebelle shuts the airlock and shrugging goes back up to the main deck. Cosmetics craving little beasts. But awfully adorable.
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The curvaceous blonde collapsed into her 'captains' chair. Spike looked at her sympathetically from his 'non captains' chair.. “Awwwww did the widdle fayeries bug ewe, Jezzie?” he crooned at her. She casually reached to her right and flung a small foam ball at him. “Noyes, shut up. That's an order.” she said, sticking her tongue out at him in a friendly way. “This one was early. And insistent.” Relaxing slowly, she became aware that her right arm was itching. Rubbing the itchy spot, she told him. “The next one is yours.” Spike laughed, and sat back in his chair. “okay. When the time comes, you can just sit there, missy, and watch a real ...BANG!. Spike fell backwards off his chair. “What the.....”. Jezebelle, in shock, started giggling. “Hey Mister 'Pro', I guess its your turn to show me how its done. And then you can explain “You were just here a minute ago.” to our tiny tyrant..” She was still giggling when Spike left.
Spike left the bridge, telling himself that reason was the key here. Obviously, Jezebelle hadn't tried to reason with the small thing, assuming its lack of vocal ability also indicated a lack of comprehension. Admitting the small ethereal creature, he looked down and assumed a pleasant expression. The fairy looked up. “I need two more. Rate increase. Your choice. Now.”. Startled, Spike gave the a look of surprise. “Excuse me?Could you repeat that?” The creature gazed up at him appealingly. “Face lip. Face lip. Two.” Feeling his resolve crumble, especially when the big blueberry eyes filled with tears and the rosebud mouth pouted so winningly...ugh. Spike leaned over, gave her 3; two fruity shiny pink and peach lip glosses and a small vial of sparkley powder and told her she couldn't come back for 4 weeks. Nodding, the fairy opened the glitter covering herself in iridescent glitter and catching Spike with it in the process. Brushing himself off he ushered the happily muttering fairy to the door and closed the airlock. “Now that was easy” he thought to himself.
Going back to the bridge, he avoided looking directly at Jezebelle. “Nothing to it”, he said cheerfully “A little rate increase is all...we've been here a bit and...well...we're good for the next month.”
Jezebelle's lips twitched as she eyed her shipmate. “How many, Spike?”
“Just a couple.”
“How many exactly?”
“Thrrummppphh”
“Could I have that in Alterrian dollars?” Jez cracked.
“THREE! Ok? Hey it buys us some...”
His reply was drowned out by Jezebelle's peals of laughter. Clutching her stomach, she laughed for about five minutes...gasping for breath, she wheezed out “Guesss...hahaha..you..ha..showed..heehee..her. Mr.,,giggle...Pro”.
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