It was all Succubus’ fault that Ondine was now crying at the docks. Really, it was. With all the drama going on, Ondine had forgotten that she and Harry had planned to go sailing again. So it startled her when Harry sat down beside her. He put one arm around her, holding her as she cried.
“Ondine, are you alright?” He asked, when she stopped crying.
“I’m fine…” She sniffled. “Some of us got in a fight again…Succubus said some mean things…again.”
“Shall I have a talk with her?” Harry asked.
“No…I kinda made it worse.” Ondine replied with a sigh. “She always starts shit…so I thought I’d try it…let her know how it feels. I told her about us going sailing…and that you called me cute…and that you said you liked mermaids. I told her I was gonna steal you from her…”
“Oh, Ondine,” Harry smiled. She was cute and he did like mermaids. “Angela, you know I-”
“I know, I know,” Ondine interrupted. “You love Rae, I know….”
Harry laughed softly. He gave Ondine a hug and kissed the top of her head.
“Come on, why don’t we go find sea shells? That will make you feel better, won’t it?”
“Perhaps….maybe…..yes.” Ondine responded. “Yes it will.”
Ondine has a bad habit of leaving her reports in books. Her reports usually have a little wrinkle because of this. She puts them in books to save her page, ends up putting the books back on the shelf with her reports still tucked inside. If she stays up late writing them in her little corner of the library, she might even forget which book.
So imagine, if you will, Ondine running around to the other agents. “Have you seen a book like this one, but it’s red, gold writing I think? I can’t find my report…I swear I left it in a red book with gold writing. Someone..help.”
NAME: Angela NICKNAME: Agent Ondine, Ondi, Angie AGE: 28 (born February 6th, 1989) SPECIES: Human(ish)
personal.
MORALITY: lawful / neutral/ chaotic /good / neutral / evil RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Christian SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth/ lust /pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: to never end up like her parents LANGUAGES KNOWN: English SECRETS:
1. Her great, great, grandmother was the child of an undine(mermaid) who passed down the watermark defect. Since the watermark is diluted by at least three generations, her watermark is not very pronounced. She is usually able to pass it off as an intricate tattoo. It doesn’t bother her very much, especially if she takes a long shower each morning.
2. Angela’s birth name is Serendipity. Her parents were hippies and her father was high when he named her. The morning of her eighteenth birthday, Angela went and legally changed her name.
SAVVIES: fast reader, following directions, disappearing quietly to any nook she can find
physical.
BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 5′3
WEIGHT: 143 lbs SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: She has a small cluster of scales on the back of her right shoulder blade. ABILITIES/POWERS: She is unaware of any abilities or powers at this time RESTRICTIONS: She tends to stay inside more during summer. Hot weather drys out her watermark scales
favourites.
FOOD: beef jerky/bacon DRINK: cranberry ginger ale PIZZA TOPPING: pineapple & cheese or pepperoni & spinach w/ Alfredo sauce COLOUR: green MUSIC GENRE: rock/pop of the 50s/60s (loves The Beach Boys) BOOK GENRE: medieval fantasy or murder mysteries MOVIE GENRE: romantic SEASON: winter CURSE WORD: very fond of the word asshole SCENT(S): white tea, lavender & vanilla
fun stuff.
BOTTOM OR TOP: bottom SINGS IN THE SHOWER: always LIKES BAD PUNS: sometimes, but she doesn’t really like them unless there are super clever
Nereus sat down next to Ondine. She was reading some old looking book, but looked up to see him massaging his jaw.
“I told you.” She said.
“Like hell you did.” Nereus argued. “Shite, that Whiskey fella has an impressive right hook. You didn’t say they were exclusive. I just wanted to see what the changeling would be like in bed.”
“And that is why you got punched,” Ondine told him. “That sentence right there.”
Nereus sighed, looking around the room. Several other agents were present, all going about their own business. He nudged Ondine with his elbow when he saw someone he hasn’t met before. “Who is she?”
Ondine looked up, irritated. “Who? Razzy?”
“Razzy??” Nereus repeated.
“Agent Raziel.”
“Does she have someone?” Nereus asked, still watching Raziel. His eyes were drawn to her every time he looked away.
“I wouldn’t know, I don’t really socialize with everyone all that much.” Ondine replied. “Why don’t you go find out?”
“You just want to see if I’ll get punched again.” Nereus pouted slightly.
Ondine likes to go to beaches, marinas, docks. At the beach, she does her best to find a secluded area to wave watch. It takes some time to get away from all the surfer dudes who hit on her. Calling her Ariel or mermaid cause of her red hair. She hates it cause they clearly are shallow assholes. She always brings back sea shells.
At the marinas and docks, she likes to boat watch. She loves reading all the boat names, rolling her eyes at the horrible nautical puns.
2 oz. Bacardi or Captain Morgan rum (dark is okay, but no spiced rums)
0.75 oz. Fresh lemon juice
0.5 oz demerara syrup
1 dash orange bitters
1 dash of Angostura bitters
Shake well with ice, strain into an Old Fashioned glass (filled with crushed ice or pellet ice), garnish with an orange slice and brandied seasonal berries.
Ondine stood off by the wall watching everyone else. She frowned, at no one in particular. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to exclude herself. Her dress was perfect. Her shoes were comfortable. The only thing missing was Rodney. His mission had run longer than expected. Nereus had offered to go with her, but ended up going with Raziel instead. Delphin had expressed his disinterest in even going. So here she was, standing by herself. She felt so alone without Rodney. And as Ondine watched everyone with their significant others, her mood worsened. At this point, she wouldn’t have cared if he’d shown up in jeans with a denim jacket.
When she felt a hand at the small of her back, she thought that perhaps Rodney had snuck up on her while she was sulking. Ondine couldn’t hide her disappointment when she saw Valdimar beside her. He raised an eyebrow at her expression before guiding her towards the dancefloor. He had said nothing, but his intentions were clear. Being the oldest of the council, Valdimar was not one to be refused. Ondine didn’t bother to protest, she knew better than to deny a king. She did, however, look around to see if Marinochka was watching.
It was never fun to catch the attention of the Arctic King’s mistress. Ondine relaxed slightly when she saw Marinochka was preoccupied. The Mer Queen was leading two agents away from the celebration by their belts. It looked like Yeti and Poltergeist, or maybe one of them was Elfin. Ondine wasn’t completely sure. Since Marinochka was one to leave visible mark on her lovers, it would be clear the next morning.
“We can forgo dancing if you would like to join them.” Valdemar’s thick voice cut through Ondine’s thoughts.
“No! I-”
“I am aware you fear Marinochka’s wrath.” he spoke, smiling at her reaction. Ondine cheek had gone pink with embarrassment. She realized he had been teasing her. “I would not have sought you out if she was not distracted. I could sense your displeasure with the happiness of your peers…”
“You…wanted to cheer me up?” Ondine asked, slightly surprised.
“I wished to dance with you.” Was all Valdimar would say in return. He simply began to lead her in a waltz. Even though she stumbled every now and then, he kept them in time with the music.
“I didn’t know you could dance…” Ondine stated, quietly.
“I know dances that have long been forgotten.” He responded. “All of them more complex than a waltz.”
Eventually, Ondine found her rhythm and fell perfectly in sync with Valdimar. She caught herself staring straight into his eyes. They were an odd mix of grey blue and looked like a storm over waves. When he spoke to her, she found that she couldn’t answer. It was like she could see the whole of the ocean in his eyes.
“Angela.” Valdimar spoke again, concerned, as he stopped dancing. He led her off the dance floor and helped her sit. She managed to look away from the ocean in his eyes. “Are you alright?”
“What was that?” She asked. Ondine didn’t dare look at him. “exactly how old are you?”
“I am old enough to still have the ocean in my blood.” He answered her. Valdimar took hold of her hands. “And it seems you have it in you as well. Your ancestor may have been older than you know. It would be wise to keep such information to yourself.”
Valdimar sighed. This had not gone how he had wanted it to. He knew that there was something special about this descendant, now he was sure. “I believe the one you’ve been waiting for has arrived.”
Ondine looked up immediately to see Rodney enter the room. He was dressed in the tux she had set out. His eyes searched the room, looking around for her. She stood to run to him, but Valdimar caught her arm. He pulled her close and his lips found her ear.
“He cannot pleasure you the way I can,” he told her, his voice low. “But he is more than welcome to join us should you choose to accept me.”
Ondine’s eyes widened in shock. Valdimar didn’t wait for an answer. He left her there to think about it and disappeared into the crowd.
“Angie!” Rod called out to her. He already had drinks in his hands. She met him halfway, taking one of the drinks from him. She downed it quickly and set the glass aside before she kissed him. They both had plenty of drinks throughout the night. When she woke up the next morning entangled in Rodney’s legs and Valdimar’s arms, well she wasn’t completely surprised.
