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They were just not supposed to be the size of cats, or hissing, or hairy, or aggressive. Marie-Ange had depleted her share of French profanity - and her supply of fire extinguishers, which had been effective against the nasty things, and was standing atop one of the cars kicking at spiders with sneaker-clad feet. Her sneakers were ruined, thankfully they had not been nice ones to start with. And she had gotten them on sale. "Cel.. Es... I do not know which one you are, throw me that bag!" She yelled at the blonde hair that passed the garage door at a run. "If you do not stop and throw me that bag I am going to tell Emma on you!" Celeste and Phoebe stopped and turned to observe the room. Phoebe, clearly, was having trouble holding back a bit of laughter, while Celeste picked bits of spider legs off her blouse. "For that to be an effective threat," Celeste remarked casually as she hefted the bag. "Emma would have had to have said more than three words to us in the past six months." Still, she passed the bag to her 'sister', who was bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Ooh, heavy. Here, catch!" Marie-Ange didn't catch the bag, but it landed on the roof of the car, half-flopped open, which was really all she needed. "Merci, and it was..." She kicked another spider. "Meant to grab your attention, so it was effective..." another spider. This was growing tedious. "I will repay you later, after we murder spiders, yes?" She dropped into a crouch, kicked another spider in it's disgusting hairy face, and pulled a cricket bat from the bag. "... not what I expected..." She muttered - but it would work well enough. Celeste shot another look at the pile of spiders attempting to climb up the car, then down at her own (now ruined) outfit. "You know what?" she said slowly, eyeing both the spiders and the cricket bat in Marie-Ange's hands. "This one's on us." "Wait, wait wait wait wait, someone in the mansion plays cricket?!" That came from Phoebe, who had stopped bouncing and just stared at the bat. Such a weird thing to catch 14 off guard, but there it was. Cricket had been probably the only sport she hadn't tried, after all. This was almost shaping up to be a novel experience. "Yes thank you for making saving your own life a freebie." Marie-Ange said, swung wildly with the bat, and sent a spider flying off the car. "Croquet mallets would be better but I do not know where those are." She bounced the bat in her hand once, eyed Phoebe, and nodded once before an identical bat appeared at the blonde's feet - complete with the spider guts on Marie-Ange's. "Yell when it dissolves, I can make more, they can only take so much damage before they go squish, I apologize for your shoes." Celeste (tactfully) didn't point out that continuing to walk away would have been a perfectly viable option while Phoebe, of course, took the bat. It squished as she picked it up. Gross. "Batter up!" Celeste called, punting a spider the size of a small puppy into the air with a diamond-sheened leg. It hit the peak of it's arch in the perfect spot for Phoebe to wind up and smash it, sending bits of spider and ecto-bullshit everywhere. Celeste gave her sister a look, brow cocked. "Watermelon?" Phoebe nodded. "Watermelon." There clothes already ruined, the two charged into the fray with a blender of diamond legs and magic cricket bats. |
