House crashing

[queen_stabbity]

Who Ceilidh, Sion and Ryner
Where Sion and Ryner's house.
When Lunchtime
Summary Ceilidh invited herself over and is letting herself in.
Note Closed.


After talking to Rose, Ceilidh made her way to Sion and Ryner's place. No humans were home but that didn't really matter to much to her. Picking locks and breaking into places was relatively easy for Ceilidh. She'd learned how to pick them starting when she was four. It was a family game to lock someone up in a room and see how long it took for them to break out. When she learned that other families didn't do that, she'd been quite bewildered. Lock picks were pretty easy to make. They weren't the best lock picks, but they were ... decent.

The lack of security surprised her, no wards, no horseshoe above the door at the very least. Which was good - she wasn't that good at breaking through wards.

With Pickles playing watch, she hummed quietly to herself as she picked the front door's lock.

Comments

[dreamsofahero]

The lock was certainly fairly robust as far as Johto goes--Sion and Ryner weren't careless--but on the other hand, it was still just a lock on the front door to a house. And one that had other security measures in place far superior to ordinary locks, anyway.

Like the lucario that, open hearing the door opening, immediately dashed across the room to see what was going on. Sion certainly hadn't told him to expect guests, and this one hadn't even knocked, after all!

Which meant that Ceilidh was now abruptly face to face with a blur of blue and black, eyes narrowed and paws poised like it's ready to strike with Aura Sphere at a moment's notice.

[queen_stabbity]

As soon as the door opened, she dropped her hands from the lock and smiled brightly. "Oh! Hello! I'm Ceilidh and this is Princess She Who Devours the Darkness in People's Souls. We talked to Rose? earlier and she said we should come over."

While she talked, she shoved the lock picks back into her pockets. Nothing about her manner seems to be hostile ... or that she was doing anything wrong by picking locks instead of ringing the doorbell or knocking. Something that, you know, normal people would do.

Pickles turn around on Celidh's shoulder and tilted her head, curiously looking at the lucario.

[dreamsofahero]

Well, that throws Just a bit off, since it definitely wasn't the reaction he was expecting. And she did mention Rose, so maybe a friend of Ryner's? Just didn't keep track of everyone, after all.

Which meant that while he certainly wasn't about to attack or anything, he wasn't backing down just yet either.

"She's at the gym with Ryner," he replied. Not that he expected a human to understand him, but hopefully the suspicious gaze and body language would give at least a hint.

[queen_stabbity]

Which is partially why Ceilidh did it. Mostly because that's usually how she greets everyone.

When the gym is mentioned, she glanced over in its direction. "Is she really? Oh. Well, do you mind if we come in and wait for her, Sion and Ryner to come home? I want to be a surprise for them."

She paused for a moment. "I could make cake or cookies or pie for everyone. I know how to make really good pie."

[dreamsofahero]

Now Just looked surprised. He really hadn't expected her to understand what he'd said, after all. He didn't quite entirely back down (though whether he was still suspicious or just posturing at this point is anyone's guess) but he took a step or two back, making room for Ceilidh to at least step out of the immediate doorway.

"You're one of their friends?"

[queen_stabbity]

Standing up, she brushed her hands off on her shirt she continued to beam. "Of course I am!"

This isn't a complete and utter lie, in her mind at least. Other people might say otherwise.

"And I promised Rose I'd help make Sion feel... happier. Pie always helps with that."

She didn't step into the house though, not having gotten an explicit invitation to come in.

[dreamsofahero]

Well... admittedly Just hasn't heard of anyone planning nefarious things with baking pie. Probably.

Or maybe he just liked the sound of pie and figured he can still keep an eye on things anyway.

"Did you bring pie?"

He totally wasn't looking to see if she had some, nope.

[queen_stabbity]

"I didn't," she said apologetically, spreading out her hands. "But maybe you have stuff in the kitchen t make pie because homemade pie is the best. If not I can run to the store and get supplies. I would have made some before I came but I don't have a kitchen."

[dreamsofahero]

"I don't know what we have." Just wasn't really the cooking sort.

"You should probably ask Marian though. She's in the kitchen now," he added, gesturing to point in the general location the kitchen could be located. Nevermind that the edge of it was probably visible from the front door.

[queen_stabbity]

"Cool! I'll do that," she said finally stepping into the house. Go check in the kitchen is an invitation to her, especially with the gesture towards it. "Thank you. Do you know what sort of pie Sion might like?"

Princess She Who Devours the Darkness in People's Souls launched off of Ceilidh's shoulder to check the kitchen out. She landed on a counter and started to poke around to see if there was anything to peck at. The drawers looked pretty interesting...

[dreamsofahero]

Just stepped aside, pausing to think about that question for a moment. Unfortunately, he'd never really paid attention to what his trainer liked to eat, however.

"Something that tastes good?"

Yeah, he wasn't going to be terribly helpful as far as that went.

The front door opened to a living room area that spanned the length of the house. At the far end was a pair of sliding glass doors that appeared to open out to a deck, and the ceiling of the room went all the way to that of the second floor, with a balcony visible above where the bedrooms were. There was, of course, various pieces of furniture about, mostly things like a comfy couch and chairs, with a few pokemon lounging on or around them, who may or may not bother to give the visitor a curious look. (After all, if Just is fine with it, it's no big deal, right?)

As for the kitchen itself, however... Well, at the moment that was a certain Yamask's domain.

[tearsofademon]

Sitting on the kitchen counter, at the moment, was a bag full of ripe tomatoes, a couple of fresh cloves of garlic, some jars of assorted spices, and some chopped up what passes for sausage, along with a large pot and some spoons and knives. The spice cabinet was also open, however, and its contents rustled a little.

Much as she still missed her old life, Marian had to admit that some days, there were advantages to being a ghost. Like being able to get inside the spice cabinet all the way into the back corner where a silly prankster had decided to stash the oregano for some odd reason. Back when she was alive, she would have probably needed to dig out a stool.

(But there are benefits to deep cupboards too. Like Shira not being able to get into the spices.)

She was still halfway inside the cabinet, though, when she heard someone come into the kitchen, and peeked out uncertainly when she realized that she didn't recognize who it was.

[queen_stabbity]

"Hello!" Ceilidh said as she entered the kitchen. Princess She Who Devours the Darkness in People's Souls, landed on the counter next to her. A bright smile shined on her face as she faced Marian.

"I was told that you were the person to talk to about the kitchen and anything to do with it."

Yes, Ceilidh is just acting like they knew each other and she belonged there. Or at least, they were friends even if they didn't know each other. Everything would be fine and dandy and awesome with everyone.

[dreamsofahero]

It was, as usual, well into the evening by the time Sion and Ryner headed home from the gym. Fortunately, it was a fairly short walk, as their house was, after all, just down the road.

Upon reaching the front door, however, Sion went to open it... and paused.

[tearsofademon]

Given the number of yawns Ryner ended up stifling on the way back despite the short distance, one would be forgiven for assuming that he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings at all. But then, that's pretty average for him, all told.

So really, it's only natural that he's halfway through a yawn when Sion pauses at the door, and he himself stops the yawn right there.

"Hnn? Sion?"

[dreamsofahero]

Sion gave a slight shrug at that.

"Did we lock the door this morning?" he said simply.

[tearsofademon]

...That's not the kind of question he was expecting.

He leaned a little closer to get a better look. "I thought we did..."

[dreamsofahero]

"Just and the others didn't alert us to any problems, though..."

And Sion was quite sure that there was effectively no way anyone, not even Team Rocket with all the resources they could scrounge up, could possibly mess with the house without creating some kind of scene. At least enough of a commotion that they'd get word or otherwise hear of it from the gym.

"Unless one of them was messing with the door..."

[tearsofademon]

"Could be," Ryner replied, already going over his own team in his head in an attempt to determine who he'd mostly likely have to be talking to this evening. A surprisingly challenging puzzle, as most of the ones who hadn't already been at the gym who might have the inclination to mess with things didn't have the physical means.

(Cotton fluff doesn't have thumbs, after all.)

"Well, they'd have said something if something had happened, right?" So everything was probably fine.

[dreamsofahero]

Sion nodded. "Just knows to tell me if there's something wrong... and if something happened that he couldn't handle, I doubt the commotion would go unnoticed by the others."

With that said, he turned the knob to open the door. Of course, he hadn't survived to adulthood without gaining a fair bit of (justified) paranoia, so he didn't step inside just yet, instead opening the door gently and taking a quick look first. His gaze was met with the sight of the living room more or less as they'd left it, including Just and the other pokemon lounging or playing on the furniture.

In other words, nothing certainly looked out of place, so Sion stepped inside.

[tearsofademon]

Ryner followed close behind, though he had gone silent. Perhaps he hadn't developed the exact levels of paranoia Sion had growing up - the nobility had been less interested in killing their pet science experiment if he stepped out of line than just kicking him around no matter what he did - but some instincts that came with the whole reluctant child assassin thing never went away.

Everything was probably fine. And the Pokemon being relaxed was promising. But until it was certain... it couldn't hurt to pay a little more attention, at least.

[dreamsofahero]

Well, there was definitely nothing that looked out of place, perhaps there was nothing to worry about after all? Just had looked up at the sound of the door opening, of course, and gave Sion a smart (or so Just thought) nod, then flopped back down on the overstuffed chair he'd claimed as his lounging spot for the moment. Sion managed to suppress a sigh as he strode across the room, glancing around partly out of habit, partly just in case.

He could hear someone in the kitchen, but that much he expected from Marian. Really, everything seemed just about normal.... That is, until he spotted the murkrow on the edge of the counter. And he was quite sure neither he nor Ryner had ever had one of those. Not to mention the brightly colored, glittery collar said murkrow was wearing.

Sion paused in the middle of the room, eyebrow raised, and tilted his head slightly to bring it to Ryner's attention, as well.

"Did someone let you in," he said deadpan, "or do we need to invest in a better lock?"

[queen_stabbity]

The Princess She Who Devours the Darkness in People's Souls tilted her head a little bit, watching the two new comers and cheerfully said, "Hello Poopy heads!"

Looking rather pleased with herself, she puffed up her feathers and then started to preen her feathers.

This however brought out Ceilidh, who had flour in her hair and something gooey on her nose. "Surprise!" Up comes a pie in pot holdered hands.

[tearsofademon]

The Murkrow is surprising, but there are lots of ways a bird can get in the house. If it had been on its own, he would have assumed it was wild even with the collar, or lost.

...The person, on the other hand.

He tensed, eyes narrowing as he readied himself to spring into action if needed. ...Though the fact that she was cooking, of all things, was different.

"Who are you?" he asked.



...Of course, then the Clefairy on his shoulder decided to wave at Ceilidh with a cheerful "Clef!" (or "Hi!") of greeting, because at least Rose knew who this was.

[dreamsofahero]

Sion let the deadpan drop to give Ryner a bit of a wry smile.

"Her name's Ceilidh, we've spoken on the network before," he explained, then turned back to her with a raised eyebrow. "Though I certainly hadn't known of any plans to stop by today."