Fire & Smoke

[Lucy James]

"Wouldn't that require you to actually be capable of making me use my abilities? Don't take me wrong or anything, Princess, but you're not doing a very good job at it so far. So far you've given me punishment and well, only made me want to use them even less. Good job. No really, I mean it." Shrugging, Lucy lifted her hand to brush her hair away from her face. "Oh no, not the hugs. The horror!" she replied with as much sarcasm as her voice could possibly muster. She even added a eyeroll to her words, as if her point hadn't been made clear even without it. "But hey, by all means. Unleash a tutor on me. Hopefully they'll do a better job at teaching than what you are."

Yes, Lucy was digging her own hole here, but at this rate, the brunette wasn't even sure if she cared. She wouldn't like the long term punishment, but it almost seemed worth it from the way she was grinding the poor trainer's gears. She was going to make an enemy for life and she was totally fine with that.

"So, are we done here, or are you going to continue throwing punishments in my face that clearly are making me shiver from top to toe? Really, very effective. I feel like becoming a good girl now and going to church." Lucy pointed towards the door and arched her eyebrows at the trainer. Really, she had to understand that this wasn't working out for them, right?

[Charity Croft]

Why wouldn't anyone want to use their power anyway? Or at least learn it enough to master it? Then again, Charity was getting sick of attempting to either reason with this girl or make sense. "Well, that depends on if you're going to be an uncooperative pain to your tutor or not. I'm not the one who's decided she'd rather waste her time and let her ability control her life," so much for the whole keeping control. Charity added another shrug. She also raised her brows as Lucy continued, insisting that the punishments weren't working and offering another snide comment.

Charity sighed, turning to pull her phone out of her pocket and check the time. They had spent the lion's share of their training session bickering, which was probably why Charity felt utterly exhausted. That might also be from dealing with Bitchera, Overlord of the Bitch Galaxy here.

"You're right, we're definitely going to need to work more so that you can catch up. I might have to start putting you in the group classes with all the little kids and stuff," said Charity, mentally adding a because that's about how mature you are, before reprimanding herself again. She'd need to make sure to drink a lot of coffee before their next session. "Do you have any questions for me?" Charity asked, quirking a brow. "Like, actual questions that you need answering and not mean ones that seem to be your specialty."

[Lucy James]

"Oh, I wouldn't doubt it," she replied with a sugar sweet smile of her own. She could probably have continued with the endless insults and nicknames, but really, what was the point? The trainer was obviously tired of her presence, and Lucy was tired of hers. There was little left for them to do here, as Lucy was fairly certain they'd used most of the session on this anyways, and the woman probably had other students to tend to. If they hadn't ran away screaming, anyways.

Clapping her hands together, Lucy smiled. "Oh boy, oh boy! Just unleash me on all the innocent minds so I can taint them all and teach them every curseword in the book!" Really, even the trainer had to know what a terribly bad idea that would be. Lucy shouldn't have been left anywhere near children, because she wouldn't hesitate giving them a smoke or worse. She had little to no regards of other human beings. As if that much wasn't obvious by now. Opening her mouth to say something when the woman asked if there was any questions, she quickly shut it again as she added the last part.

Well, damn. She was learning. How sad. Lucy could have had a lot of fun throwing various, random questions at the woman.

"Can I leave now, or is my presence so enjoyable you're just dying to keep this up?"

[Charity Croft]

Oh look, Bitchera was issuing her grand degrees. Gah, Charity had always hated girls like this and now... now she could actually torture one and the thought was almost too tempting to pass up. Though as Lucy talked about tainting poor innocent children, Charity nearly lost it... nearly: "Uh, you do realize that they've got television and the internet now? You're just like a reality show to them, only, maybe a little realer and stuff..."

Charity trailed off, studying Lucy. Maybe that was the key there? Treat the girl like she was one of those crazy reality show diva types? Maybe Charity should try some research there. The girl was demanding to leave, and Charity really didn't have any right to keep her too much longer, beyond the fact that she was still an educator and could torture Lucy for a bit longer.

"You're going to have to practice," said Charity. "For homework, and if you can't manage to do that, then it'll be more detentions until things just spiral and they lock you up in the basement or send you off to Russia," which was actually sounding like a brilliant plan. Charity smiled and gestured. "But you're free to go any time!"

Go straight to Russia; go add Siberia to the great bitchy domain. Bitchy bitch bitch bitch.

[Lucy James]

Smirking, Lucy chuckled. "Oh boy," she said, clearly amused. "Well, I can promise you I could both teach -- and show them things they'd never see on TV," she winked at the girl. Like for example give them drugs and watch the chaos. Lucy didn't have this thing called "moral", and she wasn't afraid of using every dirty trick in the book -- well, to some degree anyways. Drugs clearly weren't as bad as most people wanted to make them seem. Look, she had turned out juuuuuust fine.

"I've always wanted to go to Russia," she mused, rubbing her chin as she nodded. "And I've been locked up in worse places than a basement, so..." she shrugged. Really, she had to try a little harder if she wanted to scare her -- even if the thought of more detention wasn't all that thrilling, she'd pick that over actually going to classes anytime, and she had already dug herself so far down, she'd might as well just continue the act.

"But! Since I'm free to leave, I'll do that then," she said, adding a sugar sweet smile to her expression as she turned around and started heading towards the door. At last! Seriously, Lucy needed to find some teachers that weren't from Candy Mountain and seemed to think that everything in this world was made out of cotton candy. Jesus Christ. "Toodles!"

[Charity Croft]

So. Infuriating! Charity pursed her lips and glared at Lucy as she continued, acting as though heading to Russia would be a good plan. Charity had never been to that school herself, but she'd certainly heard bad things. Part of her really wanted to just sign the transfer suggestion right then and there. Some military discipline would surely help this young lady.

instead, she stood there, letting Lucy do her thing. She was free to go; Charity could only hold her so long. "I'll see you for our next session!" she chirped, waving, "and I'll be ready with a hug and a song in my heart!"

Oh yes, Charity would sink to that level if needed. No one could resist the innocent charm that came from her heartfelt songs. She'd compose something just special for Lucy, then they'd have some sort of breakthrough and Charity could help Lucy make. She'd reach this girl one way or the other, that much was certain.