*Mal had grown to accept she had to play by a certain level of rules. She thought about her debt and what Ben would say to it. He'd still love her, she knew that. For whatever reason he saw good in her. But the idea she was making her debt worse instead of better would probably get a look.*
*On the other hand she didn't see the big deal in graffiti, and it made her feel better. So this building, whatever it is, was getting her twin dragon mark painted on the side. Carefully placing up her stencil page, spraying a section, then moving onto the next part of the emblem.*
It isn't 'Long live evil!' but I've definitely made a mark on this city. Also if the others find it, they can know I was here, even if I find my way somewhere else...
And how are you planning to do that, exactly? [ Leo asks, watching with amusement from a few feet back. He'd been happy to help her find the materials she wanted, always ready to help a fellow delinquent feel better when he feels pretty awful about his own situation. He still doesn't know how things worked out back home after the battle, whether Natalie is okay, or how Sojourner or any of the others had fared at all...
It's been nearly a year, and still he thinks about it almost daily. But that's what things like this are for - to distract him, to keep his mind moving onto something else instead of what's bringing him down. ]
I mean, if you have any ideas, I'm all for it. It's not like we have a working TARDIS or anything here. [ He pauses before adding, ] And why do you use a stencil, anyway? You can't just free-hand it?
I don't know. But I never expected to escape the Isle of the Lost. Then I was living in Auradon. Now I'm stuck here, but... what's that stupid word princesses cling to? Hope? That awful thing.
*She wasn't sure how she'd get out of here, but she was fairly sure she could find a way. She was her mother's daughter, just... less evil. No magic was perfect, there were always loopholes, or tricks, something to get out of it. Princesses could do it, why couldn't a villain. Just this once.*
Oh? I'm trying to make it a perfect match. The jagged edges need a bit more work than the mix of colors that my old emblem had. I want to make sure none of them can claim coincidence.
*Mal unzipped her sleeve so she could roll it back to show off the dragonmark on her arm. Which matched her design.*
Normally I'm doing it in fabric paint, my brushwork is better than spray work.
Yeah, I have no idea what any of those places are, [ he said, giving a noncommittal shrug. It didn’t matter now, anyway. They were both stuck here, no matter how much they hated it - and as long as Leo didn’t know what happened to his girlfriend back home, he hated it a lot.
He stood back, splitting his attention between watching for anyone coming this way and watching her work. The tattoo was interesting enough, he supposed, because dragons always were, but he was never really into that stuff. ]
Cool, [ he commented before taking a few ambling steps to busy himself. ] But you know, I’m pretty sure they do have fabric paint somewhere around here. You’d just have to find it.
Oh right, we got right to the criminal mischief we skipped all the dull backstory stuff.
*She always forgot nobody knew who she was.*
All the heroes won, creating Auradon by uniting all the kingdoms. They sent all the villains to an island without access to magic or any way to escape. My mother, Maleficent, was the baddest of those villains.
I was born in prison. But I got out... So I, guess... I have faith...
*Ew when did that happen.*
I'll probably need it, I have a bit of a look to keep up. Evie is better at making clothes but I get by on my own.
Your mom… is Maleficent. Like, Sleeping Beauty Maleficent? Seriously?
[ It’s ridiculous. That’s a Disney movie. Wasn’t she killed at the end, anyway? And who would want to -
Leo stops that thought right there. That is not something he wants to think about. Ugh. Born in prison, though. That really blows.
He shakes his head, heaving an exaggerated sigh. ] Sorry to tell you, Mal, but there’s just no way you’re going to get by here without making your own clothes. It’s a requirement - part of our debt. You don’t make your clothes, you’re out of luck. That’s just how this place rolls.
*How the hell does everyone know about this!? Eventually she'll ask someone to explain, but she hasn't overcome her desire to avoid thinking about it with curiosity.*
Yes, that's my mother. I wanted to be just like her, until I figured out that wouldn't make me happy.
*Mal rolled her eyes at the overacting, she knows how that works. She's done it before.*
I can manage, I managed before Evie and I were friends. ...she's probably part of my debt. Does trying to maim someone with bear traps count if you made up and put it behind you?
[ So, her mom - Maleficent - named her… Mal. Ego much?
Leo shakes his head, amused and unsure if he even believes it. But after all he’s seen in this city, why shouldn’t he? Things just get weirder and weirder. ]
That was a joke, you know. But I never did expect Maleficent would have a sense of humor, so why should her kids?
[ He laughs. ]
And yeah, I think that counts. But you could always ask Athena if you want to be sure.
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Old Teleios setting?
*On the other hand she didn't see the big deal in graffiti, and it made her feel better. So this building, whatever it is, was getting her twin dragon mark painted on the side. Carefully placing up her stencil page, spraying a section, then moving onto the next part of the emblem.*
It isn't 'Long live evil!' but I've definitely made a mark on this city. Also if the others find it, they can know I was here, even if I find my way somewhere else...
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It's been nearly a year, and still he thinks about it almost daily. But that's what things like this are for - to distract him, to keep his mind moving onto something else instead of what's bringing him down. ]
I mean, if you have any ideas, I'm all for it. It's not like we have a working TARDIS or anything here. [ He pauses before adding, ] And why do you use a stencil, anyway? You can't just free-hand it?
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*She wasn't sure how she'd get out of here, but she was fairly sure she could find a way. She was her mother's daughter, just... less evil. No magic was perfect, there were always loopholes, or tricks, something to get out of it. Princesses could do it, why couldn't a villain. Just this once.*
Oh? I'm trying to make it a perfect match. The jagged edges need a bit more work than the mix of colors that my old emblem had. I want to make sure none of them can claim coincidence.
*Mal unzipped her sleeve so she could roll it back to show off the dragonmark on her arm. Which matched her design.*
Normally I'm doing it in fabric paint, my brushwork is better than spray work.
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He stood back, splitting his attention between watching for anyone coming this way and watching her work. The tattoo was interesting enough, he supposed, because dragons always were, but he was never really into that stuff. ]
Cool, [ he commented before taking a few ambling steps to busy himself. ] But you know, I’m pretty sure they do have fabric paint somewhere around here. You’d just have to find it.
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*She always forgot nobody knew who she was.*
All the heroes won, creating Auradon by uniting all the kingdoms. They sent all the villains to an island without access to magic or any way to escape. My mother, Maleficent, was the baddest of those villains.
I was born in prison. But I got out... So I, guess... I have faith...
*Ew when did that happen.*
I'll probably need it, I have a bit of a look to keep up. Evie is better at making clothes but I get by on my own.
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Your mom… is Maleficent. Like, Sleeping Beauty Maleficent? Seriously?
[ It’s ridiculous. That’s a Disney movie. Wasn’t she killed at the end, anyway? And who would want to -
Leo stops that thought right there. That is not something he wants to think about. Ugh. Born in prison, though. That really blows.
He shakes his head, heaving an exaggerated sigh. ] Sorry to tell you, Mal, but there’s just no way you’re going to get by here without making your own clothes. It’s a requirement - part of our debt. You don’t make your clothes, you’re out of luck. That’s just how this place rolls.
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Yes, that's my mother. I wanted to be just like her, until I figured out that wouldn't make me happy.
*Mal rolled her eyes at the overacting, she knows how that works. She's done it before.*
I can manage, I managed before Evie and I were friends. ...she's probably part of my debt. Does trying to maim someone with bear traps count if you made up and put it behind you?
*She was evil! It went with the territory.*
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Leo shakes his head, amused and unsure if he even believes it. But after all he’s seen in this city, why shouldn’t he? Things just get weirder and weirder. ]
That was a joke, you know. But I never did expect Maleficent would have a sense of humor, so why should her kids?
[ He laughs. ]
And yeah, I think that counts. But you could always ask Athena if you want to be sure.