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Summary: Fiona needs someone to talk to, anyone will do and Nick just happens to be that anyone.
Date: June 5, 2012
Log Title: Dire Need To Vent
Rating: PG
Westchester - Grind Stone
The Grind Stone is a quaint little coffee shop with tables surrounded by various shape chares and even a few couches with coffee tables. Baristas in yellow aprons are ready to take anyone's order from a latte to a hot chocolate to one of their many specialty drinks.
Fiona is looking especially dark today; the coffee shop is usually a fairly cheery place, despite people occasionally hanging around and reading bad poetry or whatever. But she doesn't really look that good today. There's an old leather bound book laying open on the table she's sitting at in the corner, but she doesn't really appear to be reading it, instead choosing to be head-down, semi sprawled across the table with a half empty latte sitting next to her. "Why…" she mutters.
Some times just everything seems to get on your nerves and today was one of those days for Nicholas. He knows it's not anyone specifically and more him so he's decided to take a trip out to Salem Center to just get away and cool down. He wasn't planning on stepping into the Grind Stone but when he started to rain outside he ducked into and decided to order himself a coffee and a cookie. Once he has his order he walks over to a table not to far from Fiona and plops down in the chair.
Fiona sighs, slamming her fist down on the table and pushing herself up to a sitting position. She stretches and sighs, shaking her head, when she finally notices Nick. "Oh, hey Nick," she greets him; hoping he'll remember who she is. She sounds a little… tired. Haggard? Something like that. Her eyes glow purple, but at varying intensities and not in synchronization.
Upon hearing his name, Nick looks up and over at Fiona. He gives her a confused look like he's trying to place who she is and after a bit says. "The girl from the mall, sorry I don't remember your name." He feels a bit bad about that since she remembers his. "So, how've you been?"
"Meh, it's Fiona," she dismisses it, "I don't blame you, I just… have developed a knack for remembering people lately…" Something Donna has been drilling into her. "I dunno. Good. I guess. I." She grimaces, gritting her teeth as her eyes flare very brightly for a moment, "Yeah, good." She grins weakly, looking slightly shaken. Norg is really pulling out all the stops. He wants something, and he wants it BAD.
Nicholas raises both eyebrows at Fiona as if to say 'Yeah, I believe you're doing good'. She looks like hell. Instead of saying anything though, since he barely knows her, he just nods. "Well, that's good to hear. So…uh…" He looks down at his cookie for a bit as he thinks of what say. "So what's so good?"
"Ugh, I dunno, you got me, it's pretty horrible, yeah?" Fiona rubs the back of her neck, laughing nervously. "I forget what you know and what you don't know… you know? I don't even… know if you would believe me, if I told you."
"I…uh…" Nick's kind of surprised at her sudden words, he barely knows her. "I, don't really remember if you told me anything." He says rubbing the back of his head. "I uh…if you want to talk?" He almost feels obligated to ask.
"Er…" Fiona trails off, "I mean, if you want… I dunno. I haven't had a lot of people to talk to lately. Tell me something, though… do you believe in magic?" she asks him, propping her chin on her hand and looking at him thoughtfully.
It's an odd question and Nick looks surprised by it. "Uh…well…actually, yeah." He says feeling stupid. "I mean, just, I've seen something to prove it's real, I know it's stupid and all but, then again there are people that can lift a table with their mind so it's not that strange."
"Oh," Fiona winces again and her eyes glow, "That makes things… easier. I mean, normally, I don't really talk to people about this. But all my regular friends seem… indisposed. Basically, I'm a witch, or a mage, or, whatever. In training, though," she says with a lower voice.
"Oh." Nicholas says just sort of listening at this point, he's not really sure why she's even talking to him about this. "Like wizard in training like, do they hav schools for that like Hogwarts and stuff?" That's what wizard in training to Nick means.
"No… it's, erm. It's not really like that," Fiona sighs, "I have a mentor, you know, it's like… master and apprentice. It's more like, I dunno, Star Wars or something. Like the Sith do it, except, we're not evil."
"So like a Jedi Academy? Padawa and Jedi Knight?" She just hit the one geek topic that Nick really knows about. "So you're a magic user….uh…is your Mentor sick or something?" Since she does have that look about her that something really bad is happening.
"It's not an academy… we live together in a crappy apartment in Hell's Kitchen. She's some crazy woman I met a few months ago - she was gonna kill me because I'm sort of, I dunno, halfway enslaved by a demon. It's where my He's in my head, you know? Anyway. She's… yeah," Fiona nods at Nick, sighing. "So, she's been teaching me how to beat him. So to speak. And actual magic, so that I know how to control it, and don't have to rely on his," she rubs her forehead. "But she's sick. And now he knows she's weak, and she's in possession of something of great power, and he wants it. By killing her," her eyes flare brightly again, before she shuts them tightly. "SHUT UP!" she hisses, clenching her teeth again. "I don't know why she did it. She could have kept hiding it."
That's almost way to much information for Nick and he just nods as she explains. He doesn't fully understand but he does try to figure out what she said. "Wow." He says giving a confused look. "So..uh, a demon?" He is just way to overwhelmed then the confused look is given as she yells shut up.
"SORRY! I'm sorry," the sorceress mutters, "No! Not you, him," Fiona, sighs, slumping and letting her forehead hit the table for a moment. "Yeah, there's a demon. It's like, a deal-with-the-devil sorta thing, only, if you thought the devil was holding your family hostage, right? He tricked me, 'cause I was dumb. Anyway, he can't control me, not directly, but he CAN torture me until I break down and do what he wants. He can make me see things, or hear things or… that kinda thing," Fiona lays her head on the back of her arm, "I don't know. I'm like, going insane. Thought I had it under control. This has to be some sort of test she's doing. To see if I'm strong enough to resist real temptation." she rambles, then looks at Nick. "I'm sorry. You probably just think I'm insane."
"I think you're insane for telling a complete stranger all of this." But Nick never says he doesn't believe her. He's not sure what to believe. "I just think your situation sounds like it sucks. I don't know what to tell you to do or give you advice or anything but, just have faith in your Master if you care about her?"
"I don't know, sorry, I mean, you're a stranger until," Fiona cuts herself off for a moment, "Until you get to know someone, right?" she rubs her temples, "Sorry, I'm just, er, just under a lot of stress right now. I just wanna run away. And hide. Again. I'm a miserable excuse for a human right now. It'd be better, I dunno. Safer," her eyes flash again, brightly as she fights her internal struggle, "Shuma Gorath," she gasps, "You cannot release him! Sure, he'll let you out. But you'll be his slave, just like everyone else!" the air around her shimmers, "ENOUGH! BACK IN YOUR CAGE, NORGATRAZ!" she shouts loudly, springing to her feet; the air around her, chaotic and swirling, pulses and then stops dead still.
"Phew." The girl says calmly, eyeing Nick curiously as if she just noticed that he was there for the first time. "Oh. Hi there. Sorry you had to see me like that," she smooths out her skirt, calmly picking up her latte and ignoring everyone else who's staring at her. She smiles sweetly, almost as if she's high; except totally coherent. "But thanks for listening, anyway," she rubs the back of her neck, face turning slightly red. "You're a nice guy," she grips something around her neck, reaching her arm into a portal and pulling out a pen, "If you're ever in New York, and you need help, or anything, gimme a call, okay?" she scribbles her number down on a napkin, before whirling around and scurrying out of the shop.
"Sure, uh thanks." Nicholas says as he takes the number then watches Fiona leave. He shakes his head and slips the paper in his pocket, not quite sure if he's going to keep it tonight. "I should have stayed home." He mutters to himself as he starts to drink his coffee.
