- Tue Oct 17, 2017 12:40 am
She chuckled and shook her head, "Ask nicely? Oh my dear Becks, I dunno if I'll be nice about it. I mean, maybe threatening to sic that Trish--er, Doctor Clark on your arse might nip that quickly." It was a threat that meant well. He and Clark seemed to have a tight enough bond that she wouldn't go easy on him, and that would be Kat's ultimate weapon if he got out of hand. When he started to mention voices, however, Katarina stopped. He had voices too? He'd mentioned something like that before, but she never stopped to consider that they might be in the same boat.
[Aww, someone has a new friend?]
It wasn't until he'd stopped talking, muttering something about a beach or retirement or something that Kat snapped out of it, and just chuckled as if she'd heard his entire thought. "Huh. Yeah..."
As he pointed at her, she tilted her head, giving her full attention. Shit. Cal reading the reports. Even when she said it aloud just a moment ago, she didn't really piece it all together with the Devil and the debrief and...she gulped down a big portion of her drink before setting it down. He'd asked about her abilities, her magic, and as it was still fairly fresh to her, she knew this one would be a quick and simple explanation. It was inevitable, anyway. She'd prodded him about his shadow stuff, now it was his turn to ask her. "Well. Burgess tells me this is something I was born with." She shrugged, "It's in my blood, or whatever. Anyway, I had no idea until about a month ago--no...shit, that was just at the end of last month--when they're running drug tests on us and the next thing I know, they're pulling me into the room with a couple others telling me I'm a witch. Not the Double, Double, Toil and Trouble kind. A legitimate witch."
When she said witch that last time, the bartender came by with another round for both of them and set their glasses down with a heavy thud. Katarina jumped at the noise, but once she realized what had happened, she nodded at the girl to acknowledge her anticipation that she and Becks would need another round. She silenced herself to be sure she wasn't speaking too loud, and waited for the bartender to leave before picking up again. "So now I'm fucking crash coursing through this--cramming years of spells and experience into my head--like there's any room for that in there with..." She trailed off. Katarina hadn't quite confessed to the racket going on in her head, and even if Beckett would understand, she wasn't sure if she was ready for that reveal. She shook her head, and shrugged. "Anyway. The spell I threw last was a failure and a half, obviously. And I let that wanker get away." There was a harsh bitter tone to her voice, likened to a growl as she recalled that moment. If only she'd practiced it, or used something that she was more comfortable with, the Devil would be in custody. "And that was my mistake, so don't worry. I made sure to tell Bazeeri it was all on me."