fandomhighdorms | the roof; saturday afternoon

It was such a quaint place Chase had ended up in. It was a tiny speck of an island, filled with people that seemed to smile at him as he passed. They obviously had no idea who he was. Or what he was. It was hilarious. Apparently, his fellow Sons of Ipswich had run off like the cowards they were.

Again, it was hilarious.

Chase was sitting on the ledge of the roof, feet hanging off and tight smile directed at the people below him. Just one flick of his hand, one nod of his head and he could crush them all. But, that might be a bit messy and he did love to have fun with his friends before he killed them. Even if Caleb wasn't around and therefore, couldn't will Chase his powers, Chase figured he'd compromise.

And if that failed, he'd just kill people. That always took the edge off for a little while. Maybe he'd finish this island off before setting off to find Caleb and his friends. It'd be good...practice.

[Open place! Flick's now Chase Collins from the cinematic masterpiece, The Covenant. He's not a nice guy and he's pretty powerful so, yep.]

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"You don't think that."

She did, sometimes. But even she wouldn't have actually said that out loud.

"I think a lot of things," Chase retorted with a snicker. "That's just one of my many varied and assorted thoughts. If you don't agree, you can have fun with the uglies, then. I've gotta better, more important things to do."

Okay, Isabelle had heard enough. She put one hand on her hip and looked unimpressed. "Who are you, and what did you do to my boyfriend?"

She was already suspecting an island thing.

"Boyfriend? Aww," Chase cooed, laughing at her now. "That's sweet. I haven't done anything to anyone though. Not yet, anyway. But, if your boyfriend's anything like you, it'd be easy to do whatever I wanted to him."

"Wrong on both counts," Isabelle told him dryly.

She was alert now, though. She didn't much care for his tone.

"You're cute but you're starting to bother me," Chase told her, sounding bored. "Shoo."

Isabelle clucked her tongue and shook her head. "I'm way more than just cute, and you don't get to tell me what to do. I'll leave when I want to."

Chase sighed, making it sound long suffering. He hopped off the roof and took a few steps closer to her. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jackets and his eyes might have glinted a bit.

"I could make you leave," he pointed out, tilting his head. "It'd be such a waste to destroy a pretty face."

"You can't make me do anything," Isabelle replied, sounding sure of herself, because she was. "Threats like that are embarrassing, so I suggest you quit while you're ahead."

Was it cheating to dip into his well of powers for this little confrontation? Maybe but Chase was going to do it anyway. He blinked and when he opened his eyes again, they were solid black.

She was annoying and he wanted to prove a point so he conjured up a fierce, fierce wind and sent it her way, spiraling and blowing viciously.

Isabelle stumbled backwards, and fell. She hadn't expected that.

He shouldn't have done that, though. Because now she knew he could be dangerous.

Chase blinked again and his eyes returned to normal.

"Looks like you fell down there," he said, sounding mocking. "Oops!"

She was already back on her feet before he even finished saying that. And stalking towards him.

"Won't happen again."

"Too bad. You look lovely on your ass," he remarked with a quick, sharp laugh. He stayed where he was, watching her come closer and looking nonplussed.

"I look lovely always."

Had to say that. Masking worry with confidence was a strategy that had rarely failed her.

"Are you going to be trouble, whoever you are?"

"Oh yes, I'm going to be a lot of trouble," he told her, nodding. He stepped up onto the ledge and spread his arms wide, watching the sky darken just over the roof and waiting for the rain to start falling.

"... Are you seriously trying to summon thunder or something?"

She was unimpressed. Also, running through runes in her head to figure out a way to bind him somewhere.

"No trying about it," he said when the rain started to fall in sheets just on the roof and lightning laced through the sky, lighting it up. "This is just play time."

He walked along the ledge of the roof, putting some distance between himself and the girl. The rain hit his jacket and pushed his hair into his eyes. He glanced behind him.

Maybe he'd give it a little jump here in a moment.

Isabelle stalked closer to him. She didn't like this one bit, but at least she'd worn the kind of shoes that wouldn't immediately slip on the now wet roof.

"Get down from there."

Chase laughed and whipped his hand towards her. Fire spilled from his fingertips and melded together in a fireball that he sent right at her midsection.

"No, no. I think I'm going to be going now," he remarked over the sound of the rain and the fire. "You're no challenge and I have things to do."

He turned all the way around, facing out towards the town and grinned. And then he jumped.

Isabelle screamed.

No, not for the pain of a fireball to the ribs. That hurt, of course, no it really really did, even if it quickly fizzled out in the rain (though not before burning a hole in her shirt and leaving a burn on her skin), but that wasn't what she screamed for.

"Flick!"

She rushed to the ledge.

Edited 2014-11-09 14:38 (UTC)

Oh, she didn't need to worry. Chase was a Son of Ipswich and that meant he let himself free fall for a few seconds before he pulled up just above the ground and levitated.

Then, he settled down gently and looked back up at the roof. He gave her a little condescending way and walked off into night.

the roof; saturday afternoon

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