Felix and Jester - Kitty's Sweet Sixteen
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ax_mainFelix and Jester meet in Real Life, show each other their powers, and instantly become friends.
Jester wasn't certain where Nott had gone right this second, but she suspected the answer had to do with alcohol. She was a little nervous at being left on her own at the party, for all that she'd been the one to suggest going. Of course she was going to go. This was what teenagers did! They went to parties for each other's birthdays. Even if she didn't really know Kitty. She seemed cool online! And she had a very important job already, which was... Well, it sounded boring, honestly, but it was something to be proud of, Jester thought.
Gilmore stepped on the tiny stage to sing karaoke, and it made Jester relax a little. Nott was here somewhere, Gilmore was here. Things would be fine! Completely fine. And she'd dressed for the occasion, in a pale pink pinafore dress that reached just above her knees, wearing all of her best Gilmore jewelry, including a horn ring. She couldn't wait for her ear piercings to be healed, so she could change the jewelry there and wear the cooler stuff he'd said would look so cool on her! For now, her earlobe and helix piercings all sported metal studs.
She edged closer to the buffet and wondered which cakes would keep best in the hot pink backpack she kept slung on one shoulder. While she pondered this issue - not this one, too many crumbs - this one would get icing everywhere - and this one was more cream than anything else - where were pastries when you needed them - she reached out for a small cherry tart to eat, tail swinging happily by her feet. All of the food looked so fancy!
Once Nolan's fellow had picked up the microphone, Nolan's attention had become quite distracted, and Felix slipped away to investigate the party with a private little smile. There were so many people to meet and bother, after all, in such a more relaxed atmosphere than in classes at school. Felix recognized most of them, but he did not really know anyone. So, he required an excuse to strike up a conversation, and a buffet full of sweet things seemed the perfect excuse.
When Felix saw the girl in the pink dress hovering over the cakes, he knew immediately who she must be. Somehow, Jester looked exactly as she typed online. He wasn't sure how, but he knew it was so. His own peacock-blue sweater with the black and light green paisley print design across made him feel brilliant and confident, practically fearless. That was something he needed here, tonight, in a casual social situation with peers, which was something he had never experienced before. He was going to need it right this very minute, in fact.
Felix stepped up and reached for the tart right next to the one the girl was choosing, and had a smile ready for her that looked almost impish. Something to do with those strange eyes of his, probably.
Jester picked up the tiny tart, turning to see who was reaching for the one next to it. "Oh, Felix!" She grinned at him as if they had ever talked in person before. She knew who he was from the one class they shared; she paid a lot more attention to other students than she let on, mostly bent over her journal as she was. "Your sweater is so pretty," she added immediately, voice dropping in emphasis as her gaze swept over the elegant peacock feather design. "Are you enjoying the party?"
She fired off that remark and the follow-up question with barely a breath in between them, but no, she wasn't nervous! At all! She popped the tart into her mouth before anyone might tell her she didn't have a right to it, and made a happy sound at the flavour bursting on her tongue, tail swinging behind her.
Felix also spoke quickly, and listened and thought quickly, so he didn't mind in the least. He did not move quickly, however, picking up the tart and a nearby napkin with great care. "Hello, Jester. It's certainly like no party I've been to before," he answered honestly, his words light and fast and just faintly accented in a way that other American students' weren't. Jester's way of speaking was a delight, and he wondered how she'd acquired it. "I'm not quite sure why Miss Pryde is encouraging people to sing who aren't very good at it, but they do seem to enjoy it so."
"Karaoke is a time honoured tradition," Jester informed him very sagely, then broke into a smile. "I've never done it! I think I will try, later. I need to decide what to sing. Will you try it?" Having asked that, she turned to grab a plate, and started piling tiny treats on top of it.
"Gracious, no, I can't carry a tune in a bucket," Felix answered sincerely. That, and he didn't know any of the songs. The one that Nolan's fellow was performing right now seemed very pretty, something about love, like most of them were. "But there are some... I don't know how to describe them. They're games, I think, but there's no pieces or even screens. It's just sort of..."
Then, Felix realized he didn't have to describe it at all. He turned both hands palm-up, concentrated for a moment, and an illusion of light appeared above his hands. It looked like a particularly plump bird trying mightily to fly between some shifting poles. The entire illusion had a bit of a greenish cast to it, as Felix hadn't gotten a very good look at the holographic game display -- and green was the easiest color of light for him to summon, for some reason. "Like this, but you can touch it and make it do things without magic."
Jester blinked, unsure what they were talking about... but then he created an image out of thin air, and sure, now she thought he meant holo-Angry Birds, but it did not matter anymore! "That is so cool!" she praised him without a second thought. Wizards were so cool. "And yes, they're games, holo-games, but you don't even need them! You can make your own games!"
Felix's face scrunched up in thought, but he could not quite grasp the illusion mentally in the right way to change what he'd already seen. It was just light, but it didn't respond immediately to his imagination, only his memory. "I think I would have to work on that," he finally decided. "Illusions aren't my strongest suit. I only sort of realized I could do it when I saw the games were made out of light, because light I can do. I'd have to find the right metaphor."
"That sounds complicated," Jester sagely remarked, after swallowing a tiny chocolate treat. "But awesome! Your magic works with metaphors?"
With a wiggle of his fingers the light-illusion dissipated, and Felix lit up a brilliant smile at the idea of something complicated. He did love a puzzle. "Oh, yes, of course. You start with a symbol to make a shape of your intention in the world, and then you focus your magic into the shape to make it real. I had to practice for ages with a candle before I could make light or fire on my own." He tilted his head thoughtfully, having mostly forgotten about the sweets by now. "Making a light illusion is just a very complicated candle."
Jester licked icing off her fingers, looking curiously at Felix. "You know, that kind of sounds like what I do. I start with a drawing, but I have to push something into it to make it real."
"Could you show me?" Felix asked eagerly, curious to learn something new. If Jester's drawings were magic, he might be able to sense it and see how she did it. Sometimes he could see magic if he focused, and he missed living in a world surrounded by magic that wasn't his own. "Only... perhaps not the same thing you drew for Dorian."
Jester fixed him with a stare. "Is it dicks or unicorns you have a problem with?"
"Neither," Felix answered, quite unbothered as he picked up a chocolate brownie and set it carefully on his napkin. "But I prefer the former to be attached to a person, and to view them in private."
"I have viewed a lot of them in private, attached to a person," Jester agreed with a sage nod. "What would you like me to Draw for you, then?" she asked, gesturing with her tail (her hands were full, after all, as she kept eating through the small pile of desserts on her plate) for him to follow her towards a quieter corner of the room. "I can do anything, as long as it isn't too big."
Felix strolled along, nibbling on his brownie with pleasure. Given his history, he didn't find anything odd in what Jester had said. "Well, we oughtn't do anything that will destroy Kitty's lovely house. Oh! Can you draw a peacock feather?" He brightened up at the idea. "You may have noticed I have something of an affinity for them."
"Totally!" Jester confirmed in a high-pitched, excited squeal. She plopped down on the floor then and there, legs crossed, and set her plate down beside her. It took a little work to get her journal and pencils out without revealing the amount of food she'd stashed in her backpack, but she managed, she thought. "It's going to be a paper feather, though, probably. Is that okay?" Even as she asked, she was already selecting a pencil, and laying down the first few lines for a beautiful, extravagant peacock feather, focusing on the drawing the way she had to to make it real, eventually. But she held it back for now, so it wouldn't pop out into being too soon. Texture, shading, colouring all had to come first, or it wouldn't be very good, and she wanted it to be good for Felix!
"So it comes out as whatever you draw it on? How did you get the... item you made for Dorian, then? Did you draw it on a window?" Felix was terribly curious as he folded himself down near Jester, and tucked his legs back, leaning on one hand in a way he managed to look elegant and purposeful at the same time. His attention was trained on the drawing itself, on Jester's hands and the pencil. He relaxed his mind the way he'd been taught, running the brief mental exercise that would focus his senses on the shaping of magic.
"Well, you know, technically they were already going to redo the rooms," Jester answered distractedly, her focus clearly on what she was drawing. "Technically. So it wasn't a big deal, right?" She switched pencil, still focused in that way that made her mind buzz a little. There was a bond between her and the drawing, something invisible but real, and when she let go of it, the drawing would manifest. But not just yet. She grabbed a beautiful dark blue and started colouring.
Jester was so quick! And Felix could already see the details and the shape of what the drawing would be. "I'm not nearly so fast as you, even when I'm drawing sigils I could draw in my sleep," he commented admiringly. "If you do something quickly, and you don't draw it realistically like you're doing now, does it still become real? Or does it become real but still like a sketch?"
"Real but like a sketch, I guess?" Jester answered. "I mean, it's not like any of it is real for now. Technically. It's all still paper or glass or wood or whatever I draw on." But the Professor thought she would get better in time, and she already had! She could Draw a lot more before her nose started bleeding or her head started hurting, and she hadn't passed out in a long time! Except for Unicorn Day. But she'd Drawn a lot of unicorns.
Felix knew he'd done the exercise correctly, because he could sense the magic that usually clung to him, but he could see it in Jester, or her pencils or her paper. That probably meant that her ability was something in her, in what his science classes and books called genes and DNA. Felix wished he could see them the way Simon could. He leaned forward a little more to watch more closely, but he never drew close enough to touch, or even really get in Jester's personal space. "This is fascinating," he told her honestly. "I can't create solid matter, only ephemera like light and fire and lightning."
"I should try something like that some day," Jester said, her tone still a little far off. The next words came out under her breath, near inaudible in the din of the party. "After I manage materials." She was happy with the eye of the feather now, having added some purple to the blue to get the colour right, and she moved on to a quick smatter of orange, and then green.
She looked up from the drawing, munching on the end of the green pencil, did a couple of touch-ups, then pushed it into reality, and the peacock feather was suddenly three-dimensional. "There you go!" She picked it up gingerly and held it out to him. "It's paper, so it's pretty fragile. Don't squash it!"
It was paper, but the feathery fronds fluttered when Jester handed it over in a way so realistic that Felix had to draw it back and forth in the air a few times just to watch it. No one could have cut the individual feathers out of paper so precisely. Charmed, Felix tucked the paper feather artfully into his hair, and touched it with a fingertip to give it a bit of his own magic so it would stay. Then, he grinned at Jester. "I won't let a thing happen to it. It's lovely, Jester. Thank you. You're an awfully talented artist."
Jester beamed at him. She always loved praise, and look at him with that feather in his hair! It worked so well off of his coloring. And, of course, it matched his sweater. Once she was done putting her notebook and pencils back in her bag, Jester clapped her hands together and squealed. "You look so pretty like that, Felix!"
Felix liked praise as well, and colorful people, and of course, peacock feathers. His smile shone brilliantly, lighting up his eyes. "Well, then, we ought to go swan about and show off. Would you like to take a turn about the room?" he offered, a little laugh threading through his words at the antiquated language.
Jester's eyebrows raised, her eyes shone, and her tail shifted into a question mark. "Like in those old novels where you just walk around and let people look at you and share gossip about them under your breath?"
"Precisely," Felix confirmed, ever so pleased that she had understood him. He stood up quite straight, nevermind that he had a paper feather in his hair, and offered her the crook of his arm. "Only I don't really know very many people here," he added in an undertone, "so we shall have to make most of it up."
Jester giggled, eyes twinkling in delight. "That is the best kind of gossip," she stated, as she straightened her back to look all prim and proper as she daintily took Felix's arm, turning her nose up in the absolute poshest way she could pull off.
Felix nodded approvingly, his feather fluttering against his red hair. Probably, Jester would be able to imagine far more outlandish, much more entertaining, fake gossip than he could. That was fine. This was going to be vastly entertaining.
Jester wasn't certain where Nott had gone right this second, but she suspected the answer had to do with alcohol. She was a little nervous at being left on her own at the party, for all that she'd been the one to suggest going. Of course she was going to go. This was what teenagers did! They went to parties for each other's birthdays. Even if she didn't really know Kitty. She seemed cool online! And she had a very important job already, which was... Well, it sounded boring, honestly, but it was something to be proud of, Jester thought.
Gilmore stepped on the tiny stage to sing karaoke, and it made Jester relax a little. Nott was here somewhere, Gilmore was here. Things would be fine! Completely fine. And she'd dressed for the occasion, in a pale pink pinafore dress that reached just above her knees, wearing all of her best Gilmore jewelry, including a horn ring. She couldn't wait for her ear piercings to be healed, so she could change the jewelry there and wear the cooler stuff he'd said would look so cool on her! For now, her earlobe and helix piercings all sported metal studs.
She edged closer to the buffet and wondered which cakes would keep best in the hot pink backpack she kept slung on one shoulder. While she pondered this issue - not this one, too many crumbs - this one would get icing everywhere - and this one was more cream than anything else - where were pastries when you needed them - she reached out for a small cherry tart to eat, tail swinging happily by her feet. All of the food looked so fancy!
Once Nolan's fellow had picked up the microphone, Nolan's attention had become quite distracted, and Felix slipped away to investigate the party with a private little smile. There were so many people to meet and bother, after all, in such a more relaxed atmosphere than in classes at school. Felix recognized most of them, but he did not really know anyone. So, he required an excuse to strike up a conversation, and a buffet full of sweet things seemed the perfect excuse.
When Felix saw the girl in the pink dress hovering over the cakes, he knew immediately who she must be. Somehow, Jester looked exactly as she typed online. He wasn't sure how, but he knew it was so. His own peacock-blue sweater with the black and light green paisley print design across made him feel brilliant and confident, practically fearless. That was something he needed here, tonight, in a casual social situation with peers, which was something he had never experienced before. He was going to need it right this very minute, in fact.
Felix stepped up and reached for the tart right next to the one the girl was choosing, and had a smile ready for her that looked almost impish. Something to do with those strange eyes of his, probably.
Jester picked up the tiny tart, turning to see who was reaching for the one next to it. "Oh, Felix!" She grinned at him as if they had ever talked in person before. She knew who he was from the one class they shared; she paid a lot more attention to other students than she let on, mostly bent over her journal as she was. "Your sweater is so pretty," she added immediately, voice dropping in emphasis as her gaze swept over the elegant peacock feather design. "Are you enjoying the party?"
She fired off that remark and the follow-up question with barely a breath in between them, but no, she wasn't nervous! At all! She popped the tart into her mouth before anyone might tell her she didn't have a right to it, and made a happy sound at the flavour bursting on her tongue, tail swinging behind her.
Felix also spoke quickly, and listened and thought quickly, so he didn't mind in the least. He did not move quickly, however, picking up the tart and a nearby napkin with great care. "Hello, Jester. It's certainly like no party I've been to before," he answered honestly, his words light and fast and just faintly accented in a way that other American students' weren't. Jester's way of speaking was a delight, and he wondered how she'd acquired it. "I'm not quite sure why Miss Pryde is encouraging people to sing who aren't very good at it, but they do seem to enjoy it so."
"Karaoke is a time honoured tradition," Jester informed him very sagely, then broke into a smile. "I've never done it! I think I will try, later. I need to decide what to sing. Will you try it?" Having asked that, she turned to grab a plate, and started piling tiny treats on top of it.
"Gracious, no, I can't carry a tune in a bucket," Felix answered sincerely. That, and he didn't know any of the songs. The one that Nolan's fellow was performing right now seemed very pretty, something about love, like most of them were. "But there are some... I don't know how to describe them. They're games, I think, but there's no pieces or even screens. It's just sort of..."
Then, Felix realized he didn't have to describe it at all. He turned both hands palm-up, concentrated for a moment, and an illusion of light appeared above his hands. It looked like a particularly plump bird trying mightily to fly between some shifting poles. The entire illusion had a bit of a greenish cast to it, as Felix hadn't gotten a very good look at the holographic game display -- and green was the easiest color of light for him to summon, for some reason. "Like this, but you can touch it and make it do things without magic."
Jester blinked, unsure what they were talking about... but then he created an image out of thin air, and sure, now she thought he meant holo-Angry Birds, but it did not matter anymore! "That is so cool!" she praised him without a second thought. Wizards were so cool. "And yes, they're games, holo-games, but you don't even need them! You can make your own games!"
Felix's face scrunched up in thought, but he could not quite grasp the illusion mentally in the right way to change what he'd already seen. It was just light, but it didn't respond immediately to his imagination, only his memory. "I think I would have to work on that," he finally decided. "Illusions aren't my strongest suit. I only sort of realized I could do it when I saw the games were made out of light, because light I can do. I'd have to find the right metaphor."
"That sounds complicated," Jester sagely remarked, after swallowing a tiny chocolate treat. "But awesome! Your magic works with metaphors?"
With a wiggle of his fingers the light-illusion dissipated, and Felix lit up a brilliant smile at the idea of something complicated. He did love a puzzle. "Oh, yes, of course. You start with a symbol to make a shape of your intention in the world, and then you focus your magic into the shape to make it real. I had to practice for ages with a candle before I could make light or fire on my own." He tilted his head thoughtfully, having mostly forgotten about the sweets by now. "Making a light illusion is just a very complicated candle."
Jester licked icing off her fingers, looking curiously at Felix. "You know, that kind of sounds like what I do. I start with a drawing, but I have to push something into it to make it real."
"Could you show me?" Felix asked eagerly, curious to learn something new. If Jester's drawings were magic, he might be able to sense it and see how she did it. Sometimes he could see magic if he focused, and he missed living in a world surrounded by magic that wasn't his own. "Only... perhaps not the same thing you drew for Dorian."
Jester fixed him with a stare. "Is it dicks or unicorns you have a problem with?"
"Neither," Felix answered, quite unbothered as he picked up a chocolate brownie and set it carefully on his napkin. "But I prefer the former to be attached to a person, and to view them in private."
"I have viewed a lot of them in private, attached to a person," Jester agreed with a sage nod. "What would you like me to Draw for you, then?" she asked, gesturing with her tail (her hands were full, after all, as she kept eating through the small pile of desserts on her plate) for him to follow her towards a quieter corner of the room. "I can do anything, as long as it isn't too big."
Felix strolled along, nibbling on his brownie with pleasure. Given his history, he didn't find anything odd in what Jester had said. "Well, we oughtn't do anything that will destroy Kitty's lovely house. Oh! Can you draw a peacock feather?" He brightened up at the idea. "You may have noticed I have something of an affinity for them."
"Totally!" Jester confirmed in a high-pitched, excited squeal. She plopped down on the floor then and there, legs crossed, and set her plate down beside her. It took a little work to get her journal and pencils out without revealing the amount of food she'd stashed in her backpack, but she managed, she thought. "It's going to be a paper feather, though, probably. Is that okay?" Even as she asked, she was already selecting a pencil, and laying down the first few lines for a beautiful, extravagant peacock feather, focusing on the drawing the way she had to to make it real, eventually. But she held it back for now, so it wouldn't pop out into being too soon. Texture, shading, colouring all had to come first, or it wouldn't be very good, and she wanted it to be good for Felix!
"So it comes out as whatever you draw it on? How did you get the... item you made for Dorian, then? Did you draw it on a window?" Felix was terribly curious as he folded himself down near Jester, and tucked his legs back, leaning on one hand in a way he managed to look elegant and purposeful at the same time. His attention was trained on the drawing itself, on Jester's hands and the pencil. He relaxed his mind the way he'd been taught, running the brief mental exercise that would focus his senses on the shaping of magic.
"Well, you know, technically they were already going to redo the rooms," Jester answered distractedly, her focus clearly on what she was drawing. "Technically. So it wasn't a big deal, right?" She switched pencil, still focused in that way that made her mind buzz a little. There was a bond between her and the drawing, something invisible but real, and when she let go of it, the drawing would manifest. But not just yet. She grabbed a beautiful dark blue and started colouring.
Jester was so quick! And Felix could already see the details and the shape of what the drawing would be. "I'm not nearly so fast as you, even when I'm drawing sigils I could draw in my sleep," he commented admiringly. "If you do something quickly, and you don't draw it realistically like you're doing now, does it still become real? Or does it become real but still like a sketch?"
"Real but like a sketch, I guess?" Jester answered. "I mean, it's not like any of it is real for now. Technically. It's all still paper or glass or wood or whatever I draw on." But the Professor thought she would get better in time, and she already had! She could Draw a lot more before her nose started bleeding or her head started hurting, and she hadn't passed out in a long time! Except for Unicorn Day. But she'd Drawn a lot of unicorns.
Felix knew he'd done the exercise correctly, because he could sense the magic that usually clung to him, but he could see it in Jester, or her pencils or her paper. That probably meant that her ability was something in her, in what his science classes and books called genes and DNA. Felix wished he could see them the way Simon could. He leaned forward a little more to watch more closely, but he never drew close enough to touch, or even really get in Jester's personal space. "This is fascinating," he told her honestly. "I can't create solid matter, only ephemera like light and fire and lightning."
"I should try something like that some day," Jester said, her tone still a little far off. The next words came out under her breath, near inaudible in the din of the party. "After I manage materials." She was happy with the eye of the feather now, having added some purple to the blue to get the colour right, and she moved on to a quick smatter of orange, and then green.
She looked up from the drawing, munching on the end of the green pencil, did a couple of touch-ups, then pushed it into reality, and the peacock feather was suddenly three-dimensional. "There you go!" She picked it up gingerly and held it out to him. "It's paper, so it's pretty fragile. Don't squash it!"
It was paper, but the feathery fronds fluttered when Jester handed it over in a way so realistic that Felix had to draw it back and forth in the air a few times just to watch it. No one could have cut the individual feathers out of paper so precisely. Charmed, Felix tucked the paper feather artfully into his hair, and touched it with a fingertip to give it a bit of his own magic so it would stay. Then, he grinned at Jester. "I won't let a thing happen to it. It's lovely, Jester. Thank you. You're an awfully talented artist."
Jester beamed at him. She always loved praise, and look at him with that feather in his hair! It worked so well off of his coloring. And, of course, it matched his sweater. Once she was done putting her notebook and pencils back in her bag, Jester clapped her hands together and squealed. "You look so pretty like that, Felix!"
Felix liked praise as well, and colorful people, and of course, peacock feathers. His smile shone brilliantly, lighting up his eyes. "Well, then, we ought to go swan about and show off. Would you like to take a turn about the room?" he offered, a little laugh threading through his words at the antiquated language.
Jester's eyebrows raised, her eyes shone, and her tail shifted into a question mark. "Like in those old novels where you just walk around and let people look at you and share gossip about them under your breath?"
"Precisely," Felix confirmed, ever so pleased that she had understood him. He stood up quite straight, nevermind that he had a paper feather in his hair, and offered her the crook of his arm. "Only I don't really know very many people here," he added in an undertone, "so we shall have to make most of it up."
Jester giggled, eyes twinkling in delight. "That is the best kind of gossip," she stated, as she straightened her back to look all prim and proper as she daintily took Felix's arm, turning her nose up in the absolute poshest way she could pull off.
Felix nodded approvingly, his feather fluttering against his red hair. Probably, Jester would be able to imagine far more outlandish, much more entertaining, fake gossip than he could. That was fine. This was going to be vastly entertaining.
