And the lights go out...

[bostonhowler]

Who: Brigid and open
When: Days 100-102
Where: Everywhere
What: Wolves have no trouble seeing in the dark, so, Brigid is only put out by not being able to cook.
Note: I know it's way late, and I so, so apologize. I fail.

OOC: Brigid is going to be everywhere at some point. She's not involved in the sea monster plot, but she is fishing, and she will still be hunting after dark sometimes, since darkness doesn't bother her.

I had tentative plans with Magneto, Derek, Dilandau? Everyone else is welcome to smack into her.

Comments

[bostonhowler]

"Whether you like it or not, you depend on all of us for survival. This isn't your world." Her claws are out, but she's not moving. "I don't need you to do anything for me. It's symbiotic not parasitic." Their relationships here.

"And I've been called worse by better, Dilandau."

[burnburnburn]

"And you've deserved every word." Though the paleness of the moonlight drained the colour from his eyes, they still burnt with his eagerness to attack. He's not backing down this time.

[bostonhowler]

"For what? Walking down the street?" Since that's what she's talking about. Construction workers are pigs a lot of the time. Especially when there's a group of girls together.

She cocks her head to the side. She's just watching him, making no move at all. She won't let him hurt her, but attacking isn't the way either.

[burnburnburn]

A standoff, then. He refuses to be one who breaks, though it's tempting, so tempting to lash out. He wants her to be the one to cower or to leap.

"You ought to think what it says about you that people 'better' than me call you names in public, you self-important, scrawny, little demon bitch."

[bostonhowler]

She won't. She's learned her lessons about doing both. Neither gets you anywhere, except more of the same.

"It's a sign of a poor mind that has to resort to insults and cursing all the time." Brigid bends over and begins gathering the wood again. As long as it's far enough from the woods, a fire isn't a bad idea.

"Also, those men are a result of a society that degrades and devalues women. It says that the society is broken and should probably be shaken to its foundations and rebuilt on equality, rather than on degradation of half the populace." Brigid shrugs. She's a student of history. It's one story that repeats over and over and over again.

[burnburnburn]

A flare of victory blooms in the pit of his stomach when she breaks, but it curdles when he realises what she's doing. He kicks at the firewood in her arms with his steel-capped boot.

"Don't you touch that wood!" How dare she, after insulting his fires and his control over them? How dare she think she can join him like a comrade? It makes with

"The reason you get insulted is because you're dense! Do you think I want to spend half the night with you treating me like an idiot who doesn't have any self control? Do you think I want to listen to you whine and chide me for enjoying myself? You're not coming near my fire! Get back to your woods."

[bostonhowler]

The boot comes very close to catching her wrist and healing ability or not, that would have hurt. Instead, she abandons the wood she'd gathered, attempting to help him, and pushes herself up.

"I don't live in the woods, Dilandau. I live at the lighthouse." Brigid just shakes her head. "If you want to be abandoned that's fine. I was attempting to make amends and help assuage my own worries about the fire." She sighs. Why can't she understand this guy?

"Good luck." Brigid flips her hair and turns to walk away.

[burnburnburn]

Abandoned. Just that word is enough to make his throat tighten, but there's no way he could let her know of his weakness.

"Come near me again and I'll make sure you have something to worry about!" and because he's cottoned on to what 'misogynistic' means, he adds a little extra to prick her like she pricked him.

"Stinking bitch."

Before she can find something to niggle at again he turns and runs back to his bonfire site. Better a smaller fire than dealing with her.