Agatha Prenderghast (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ghost_holder) wrote2017-11-01 02:56 am
ghost_holder) wrote2017-11-01 02:56 am
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Three hits on the 6 is the number that you dial
Is it opportunistic to do this? Maybe. Probably. She hadn't actually expected Olive and Eduardo to take her seriously when she'd offered to house sit for them. She also hadn't expected them to be willing to pay as much as they've promised her either. Given the atmosphere of the Purge, the opportunistic whispers, she supposes they might see it as an investment. Even with her powers acting up, she knows she can put on a hell of a scare.
It's strange though that while many of her friends have been feeling their powers dim, Aggie's have never felt stronger. This isn't necessarily a good thing. Every time Aggie startles, lights dim and then surge back on; electrical devices go on the fritz; things break. Her own physical body always feels too small for her these days. It's not like a growth spurt in her bones and muscles but in her soul and there's no growing to accommodate that.
She's not in danger of being unable to defend the Saverin house. If anything, the greater danger is in being unable to limit how much damage she does to a person if they try anything stupid.
For the first hour though, most of the activity seems to concentrate in the city and Aggie just sits on the Saverins' porch eating some of their leftovers (they'd said she could). For a minute, the zombie makeup seems to feel like overkill until she hears something rustle at the end of the driveway. Then she's on her feet, eyes glowing fiercely.
"This isn't the place you want to try," she warns.
[[Be a friend or a burglar. Aggie will deal with them accordingly.]]
It's strange though that while many of her friends have been feeling their powers dim, Aggie's have never felt stronger. This isn't necessarily a good thing. Every time Aggie startles, lights dim and then surge back on; electrical devices go on the fritz; things break. Her own physical body always feels too small for her these days. It's not like a growth spurt in her bones and muscles but in her soul and there's no growing to accommodate that.
She's not in danger of being unable to defend the Saverin house. If anything, the greater danger is in being unable to limit how much damage she does to a person if they try anything stupid.
For the first hour though, most of the activity seems to concentrate in the city and Aggie just sits on the Saverins' porch eating some of their leftovers (they'd said she could). For a minute, the zombie makeup seems to feel like overkill until she hears something rustle at the end of the driveway. Then she's on her feet, eyes glowing fiercely.
"This isn't the place you want to try," she warns.
[[Be a friend or a burglar. Aggie will deal with them accordingly.]]