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ax_mainA wolfy Brigitte meets a grumpy Inu-Yasha. A friendship is not formed.
Brigitte snarled and tore at her hoodie, shoving it off her arms as she strode deeper into the forest. She almost threw it into the trees, but barely managed to restrain herself, knowing she would need it for the trip back into the mansion.
Though, fuck, she probably didn't. It wasn't like Ginger didn't flaunt her fucking cut scars all the time. And no one called her a suicide slut here. But these people didn't deserve Brigitte's secrets, didn't have the right to judge her based on what they thought they knew.
Shit. She still felt warm, even in just her tank top and jeans. But that was the consequence of turning, and she had to let herself turn this time. Not as much as at rehab, but enough that she could feel the hunger biting at her. She was testing herself, making sure she could keep it together and not fall into the temptation of feeling all that rage.
Inu-yasha had spotted her before she even reached the trees, and his sneer matched hers as he followed her into the woods, sticking to the treetops for the moment.
Before she could get far, however, he dropped directly in front of her, arms crossed over his chest. He had on some raggedy jeans and a black tank top, arms bare to the cold, and he hadn't bothered with shoes. His silver hair was overgrown, and two silver dog ears were uncovered on top of his head.
"Oy. Where d'you think you're goin'?" he growled, golden eyes glaring.
"Fucking fuck!" Brigitte exclaimed, crouching back and down a little, hand drawn back with her fingers splayed even though she hadn't gotten to the claws stage of the transformation yet. She abruptly stood up straight, crossing her own arms defensively when she recognized the guy. He was weird and growly and sullen, and yeah, she understood the irony of calling someone else out for those behaviors. "Seriously, what the fuck?"
"What're you doin' out here?" he asked, eyes darting over her posture, all the strange things about her.
"Walking," Brigitte's heart started beating a little slower, but she was still amped up. She narrowed her eyes at him. "You?"
"Walk somewhere else," he replied gruffly, all surly attitude.
"Why?" She tilted her chin up a fraction.
He glared. Didn't she know? "Because you stink."
That... was not what she was expecting. Her mouth hung open for a second before she blurted, "What?"
"You. Stink." Inu-yasha's nose wrinkled as he said it. "What are you anyway?"
"I'm a mutant." Brigitte said dismissively, then cocked her head to the side. She'd taken a shower that morning, and the shampoo and soap they got from the school was pretty neutral. Maybe it was her clothes? The shirt had been at the bottom of her dresser for a while... "What do you mean I stink? Like, soap or chemicals or something?"
"Like some kinda... animal," Inu-yasha replied, still kinda shocked she didn't know. He wasn't the only animal-type around here, and usually they had sensitive noses too. He frowned. The word that came with the scent was monster.
Huh. Her gaze flickered over him again, this time pausing on his ears. "Oh," she breathed out, unconsciously reaching up and tucking her hair behind an ear, fingers running over it's pointed tip. That maybe explained some things about the dogs back in Bailey Downs. She crossed her arms again and looked off into the woods, feigning more indifference than she felt about this new discovery. "Well, I'm also a werewolf right now."
Wolf - was that it? It was similar to dog scent, but different. Wilder, but also somehow toxic, dangerous. He wondered if her ears would become like his eventually. "Werewolf, huh? What's that mean?"
Flickering her gaze at him briefly, she shrugged. "You know, claws, sharp teeth, eventually the desire to kill and eat other creatures. Maybe, after a while, we'd turn into actual wolf creatures, but we have a cure that sets us back to a human baseline, at least temporarily." She looked back at him again, actually kind of impressed at his question. Most people just accepted the fact that their mutation was being a werewolf, like the movies or something. "But mostly we say we're werewolves because we can infect other people."
Huh. So she was a monster then, no wonder there was a stink to her. "Infect?" he asked, not totally sure what the word meant, especially in this context.
"Blood and saliva," Brigitte presented her left palm without thinking much about it, as if the cuts on the fleshy part below her thumb would mean anything to him, "if my sister gets some into your bloodstream, you start changing, too." Though, hell, they'd never tested to see if she was contagious too, when turned.
Inu-yasha stared at her hand and the scars there, then frowned. "Your sister did that to you?"
Brigitte jerked her hand back and crossed her arms again, angry. "No, I did it to myself."
He scowled back at her. "What? Why?"
Huh. For some reason Brigitte just assumed everyone at the school knew everything about them. So either the rumor mill was failing, or this guy was just way out of the loop. She certainly wasn't going to explain their blood pact, but she could tell him about the rest. "I had to work on the cure for her powers, and it's easier to do that if I can test on myself. So," she briefly flashed her palm again, "I cut and infected myself with her blood."
She squinted at him, for the first time processing that his outfit was very similar to hers despite the weather, and decided to add with a somewhat smug grin, "Besides, the strength and running warm come in handy."
Now that was something Inu-yasha had no problem understanding: power. Why wouldn’t she want to be stronger? She didn’t look like much of a fighter, and had something hard about her look, something he remembered from the streets. Not enough to intimidate him at all, but familiar all the same. “That’s some weird shit.”
She raised an eyebrow. "Weirder than laser eyes and magic bears?"
Inu-yasha frowned. He hated that bear-thing. “That’s some demon magic kind of weird.” He would know.
Brigitte blinked. Blinked again. "Demon magic?" Please let that be a euphemism.
He rolled his eyes. "Not actual magic," he replied, not wanting her to think he was stupid. "That smells different."
Brigitte took a deep breath. "Magic is real? Like spells and shit?"
"Huh? Yeah." Hadn't she figured that out by now? His head tipped slightly to one side. "Can't you smell it?"
"...I don't think my sense of smell is good enough for that," Brigitte replied, a little spooked. "Or maybe I just don't know what it smells like."
Inu-yasha snorted dismissively, pushing away some dark memories. "Probably can't smell it over your own stink."
"Says the boy living in trees," Brigitte snapped back, her temper on a hair trigger from the transformation. Also, it was a good reason to not think about fucking magic anymore.
That earned her a heated glare. "I don't live here, idiot!"
Brigitte's smile turned sharp and calculating. "Then you had no right to tell me to go somewhere else."
"Course I do! You're gonna get your wolf-stink everywhere!"
"Buy some incense," Brigitte shrugged nonchalantly and started to walk away, further into the trees. She didn't feel the same deep need to run away as she had before, but now she wanted to prove a point. "Until you own the woods, you don't get to decide who walks in it."
Pissed, Inu-yasha growled, "You lookin' for a fight?"
Brigitte slowed, closing her eyes. Her body was tense, but she knew she wasn't far enough in her transformation to actually have a chance in a fight. She may want to let out some rage, but she was fully aware of her own limitations. She'd documented them, after all. So she just returned to normal speed and said, over her shoulder, "I'm looking for a walk."
“Well walk somewhere else!” he shouted, keeping pace with her. Seriously, what did he have to do to get her to leave?
"Sit in trees somewhere else," she gave him significant side eye, preparing herself in case he tried to attack. And almost started swearing as she felt her fingers... rearrange a little. Fuck, she didn't want to already have claws, but adrenaline always sped up the change. She kept her arms down and closed her fists, trying not to cut herself.
"No way," he argued back petulantly, right by her ear. "I was here first!"
Brigitte flinched, huffed out a breath, and abruptly stopped. Jesus, what was he, five? She turned to face him fully and planted her fists on her hips. "And I'm trying to walk away from you. So stop. Following me."
Inu-yasha wasn't giving up, crossing his arms over his chest. "Then go somewhere else!"
Widening her eyes and looking pointedly at where she'd just been walking - which to her mind was plenty away enough - she drawled, "I repeat: I was trying to."
“Not out here - take your monster stink back inside!”
"Up and until you own these woods, you don't get to stop me from walking in them," she snarled. Again.
“Keh - could if I wanted to,” Inu-yasha pointed out smugly. “Monster or not, you don’t look like much.” ...not that he actually would pick a fight, since they’d definitely throw him out for that, but she didn’t know that.
"And what would the Professor say about that?" Brigitte glared to cover up the frisson of fear she felt. He could probably, no, definitely take her at this point. She wasn't a fighter. Not really. But if she and Ginger got the hard warning on hurting other students, she sure as hell hoped the other student's did, too.
Though she wouldn't put it past Xavier to be just another hypocritical fuck, either. Most people were.
That earned her a fresh glare from Inu-yasha, smugness falling away in a second. Dammit, she had him there. He glared and growled for a moment, before finally breaking. “Argh, fine! Do whatever you want!” he shouted, rolling his eyes and turning to stomp off.
"I will!" Brigitte shouted over her shoulder, rolling her own eyes and stomping off in the opposite direction.
“Good!” Inu-yasha shouted back at her, feeling stupid as soon as he said it.
"Great!" Brigitte said between her teeth, unable to stop herself. Jesus, she was devolving to his level. Flushing red at her own immaturity, she strode forwards determined to ignore anything else the dog-boy might say.
Inu-yasha turned to shout back at her - “FINE. WHATEVER.” - then turned and leapt into the trees.
Brigitte snarled and tore at her hoodie, shoving it off her arms as she strode deeper into the forest. She almost threw it into the trees, but barely managed to restrain herself, knowing she would need it for the trip back into the mansion.
Though, fuck, she probably didn't. It wasn't like Ginger didn't flaunt her fucking cut scars all the time. And no one called her a suicide slut here. But these people didn't deserve Brigitte's secrets, didn't have the right to judge her based on what they thought they knew.
Shit. She still felt warm, even in just her tank top and jeans. But that was the consequence of turning, and she had to let herself turn this time. Not as much as at rehab, but enough that she could feel the hunger biting at her. She was testing herself, making sure she could keep it together and not fall into the temptation of feeling all that rage.
Inu-yasha had spotted her before she even reached the trees, and his sneer matched hers as he followed her into the woods, sticking to the treetops for the moment.
Before she could get far, however, he dropped directly in front of her, arms crossed over his chest. He had on some raggedy jeans and a black tank top, arms bare to the cold, and he hadn't bothered with shoes. His silver hair was overgrown, and two silver dog ears were uncovered on top of his head.
"Oy. Where d'you think you're goin'?" he growled, golden eyes glaring.
"Fucking fuck!" Brigitte exclaimed, crouching back and down a little, hand drawn back with her fingers splayed even though she hadn't gotten to the claws stage of the transformation yet. She abruptly stood up straight, crossing her own arms defensively when she recognized the guy. He was weird and growly and sullen, and yeah, she understood the irony of calling someone else out for those behaviors. "Seriously, what the fuck?"
"What're you doin' out here?" he asked, eyes darting over her posture, all the strange things about her.
"Walking," Brigitte's heart started beating a little slower, but she was still amped up. She narrowed her eyes at him. "You?"
"Walk somewhere else," he replied gruffly, all surly attitude.
"Why?" She tilted her chin up a fraction.
He glared. Didn't she know? "Because you stink."
That... was not what she was expecting. Her mouth hung open for a second before she blurted, "What?"
"You. Stink." Inu-yasha's nose wrinkled as he said it. "What are you anyway?"
"I'm a mutant." Brigitte said dismissively, then cocked her head to the side. She'd taken a shower that morning, and the shampoo and soap they got from the school was pretty neutral. Maybe it was her clothes? The shirt had been at the bottom of her dresser for a while... "What do you mean I stink? Like, soap or chemicals or something?"
"Like some kinda... animal," Inu-yasha replied, still kinda shocked she didn't know. He wasn't the only animal-type around here, and usually they had sensitive noses too. He frowned. The word that came with the scent was monster.
Huh. Her gaze flickered over him again, this time pausing on his ears. "Oh," she breathed out, unconsciously reaching up and tucking her hair behind an ear, fingers running over it's pointed tip. That maybe explained some things about the dogs back in Bailey Downs. She crossed her arms again and looked off into the woods, feigning more indifference than she felt about this new discovery. "Well, I'm also a werewolf right now."
Wolf - was that it? It was similar to dog scent, but different. Wilder, but also somehow toxic, dangerous. He wondered if her ears would become like his eventually. "Werewolf, huh? What's that mean?"
Flickering her gaze at him briefly, she shrugged. "You know, claws, sharp teeth, eventually the desire to kill and eat other creatures. Maybe, after a while, we'd turn into actual wolf creatures, but we have a cure that sets us back to a human baseline, at least temporarily." She looked back at him again, actually kind of impressed at his question. Most people just accepted the fact that their mutation was being a werewolf, like the movies or something. "But mostly we say we're werewolves because we can infect other people."
Huh. So she was a monster then, no wonder there was a stink to her. "Infect?" he asked, not totally sure what the word meant, especially in this context.
"Blood and saliva," Brigitte presented her left palm without thinking much about it, as if the cuts on the fleshy part below her thumb would mean anything to him, "if my sister gets some into your bloodstream, you start changing, too." Though, hell, they'd never tested to see if she was contagious too, when turned.
Inu-yasha stared at her hand and the scars there, then frowned. "Your sister did that to you?"
Brigitte jerked her hand back and crossed her arms again, angry. "No, I did it to myself."
He scowled back at her. "What? Why?"
Huh. For some reason Brigitte just assumed everyone at the school knew everything about them. So either the rumor mill was failing, or this guy was just way out of the loop. She certainly wasn't going to explain their blood pact, but she could tell him about the rest. "I had to work on the cure for her powers, and it's easier to do that if I can test on myself. So," she briefly flashed her palm again, "I cut and infected myself with her blood."
She squinted at him, for the first time processing that his outfit was very similar to hers despite the weather, and decided to add with a somewhat smug grin, "Besides, the strength and running warm come in handy."
Now that was something Inu-yasha had no problem understanding: power. Why wouldn’t she want to be stronger? She didn’t look like much of a fighter, and had something hard about her look, something he remembered from the streets. Not enough to intimidate him at all, but familiar all the same. “That’s some weird shit.”
She raised an eyebrow. "Weirder than laser eyes and magic bears?"
Inu-yasha frowned. He hated that bear-thing. “That’s some demon magic kind of weird.” He would know.
Brigitte blinked. Blinked again. "Demon magic?" Please let that be a euphemism.
He rolled his eyes. "Not actual magic," he replied, not wanting her to think he was stupid. "That smells different."
Brigitte took a deep breath. "Magic is real? Like spells and shit?"
"Huh? Yeah." Hadn't she figured that out by now? His head tipped slightly to one side. "Can't you smell it?"
"...I don't think my sense of smell is good enough for that," Brigitte replied, a little spooked. "Or maybe I just don't know what it smells like."
Inu-yasha snorted dismissively, pushing away some dark memories. "Probably can't smell it over your own stink."
"Says the boy living in trees," Brigitte snapped back, her temper on a hair trigger from the transformation. Also, it was a good reason to not think about fucking magic anymore.
That earned her a heated glare. "I don't live here, idiot!"
Brigitte's smile turned sharp and calculating. "Then you had no right to tell me to go somewhere else."
"Course I do! You're gonna get your wolf-stink everywhere!"
"Buy some incense," Brigitte shrugged nonchalantly and started to walk away, further into the trees. She didn't feel the same deep need to run away as she had before, but now she wanted to prove a point. "Until you own the woods, you don't get to decide who walks in it."
Pissed, Inu-yasha growled, "You lookin' for a fight?"
Brigitte slowed, closing her eyes. Her body was tense, but she knew she wasn't far enough in her transformation to actually have a chance in a fight. She may want to let out some rage, but she was fully aware of her own limitations. She'd documented them, after all. So she just returned to normal speed and said, over her shoulder, "I'm looking for a walk."
“Well walk somewhere else!” he shouted, keeping pace with her. Seriously, what did he have to do to get her to leave?
"Sit in trees somewhere else," she gave him significant side eye, preparing herself in case he tried to attack. And almost started swearing as she felt her fingers... rearrange a little. Fuck, she didn't want to already have claws, but adrenaline always sped up the change. She kept her arms down and closed her fists, trying not to cut herself.
"No way," he argued back petulantly, right by her ear. "I was here first!"
Brigitte flinched, huffed out a breath, and abruptly stopped. Jesus, what was he, five? She turned to face him fully and planted her fists on her hips. "And I'm trying to walk away from you. So stop. Following me."
Inu-yasha wasn't giving up, crossing his arms over his chest. "Then go somewhere else!"
Widening her eyes and looking pointedly at where she'd just been walking - which to her mind was plenty away enough - she drawled, "I repeat: I was trying to."
“Not out here - take your monster stink back inside!”
"Up and until you own these woods, you don't get to stop me from walking in them," she snarled. Again.
“Keh - could if I wanted to,” Inu-yasha pointed out smugly. “Monster or not, you don’t look like much.” ...not that he actually would pick a fight, since they’d definitely throw him out for that, but she didn’t know that.
"And what would the Professor say about that?" Brigitte glared to cover up the frisson of fear she felt. He could probably, no, definitely take her at this point. She wasn't a fighter. Not really. But if she and Ginger got the hard warning on hurting other students, she sure as hell hoped the other student's did, too.
Though she wouldn't put it past Xavier to be just another hypocritical fuck, either. Most people were.
That earned her a fresh glare from Inu-yasha, smugness falling away in a second. Dammit, she had him there. He glared and growled for a moment, before finally breaking. “Argh, fine! Do whatever you want!” he shouted, rolling his eyes and turning to stomp off.
"I will!" Brigitte shouted over her shoulder, rolling her own eyes and stomping off in the opposite direction.
“Good!” Inu-yasha shouted back at her, feeling stupid as soon as he said it.
"Great!" Brigitte said between her teeth, unable to stop herself. Jesus, she was devolving to his level. Flushing red at her own immaturity, she strode forwards determined to ignore anything else the dog-boy might say.
Inu-yasha turned to shout back at her - “FINE. WHATEVER.” - then turned and leapt into the trees.
