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- Terran continued to stare at the floor. Even as Dr. Dragmoir kneeled down to
make eye contact with the boy his head refused to lift. A slight flick of his brown eyes upward
signified his only contact. He was beyond embarrassed and beyond nervous. However, he
managed to listen to the man, in hopes of still gaining some sort of social approval. He threw out
a few questions his way. Terran blinked immediately lifting his head up. It was as if he had said
something foreign that he could not quite make out. It stirred questions. Why was the Dr. so
interested in him?
The thought was perplexing. Visitors were never interested in Terran specifically, only in his father’s work.
Though the boy had not encountered many people in his time being here. The people he did
meet and 90% of the time scientists of a specific variety having to do with genetics, hardly ever
paid much attention to him. But this man was different. He was curious about him. It filled the
brunette boy with a welcoming feeling, and just as he was about to respond with a short timid
phrase of his own, the man had already diverted his attention back to the girl.
She seemed very interested in the window. Terran thought it was interesting too. He had never
seen rain, and despite the fact he had laid eyes on that very same hologram every winter it was
still peculiar. He wondered what it was really like to be outside with the falling transparent
pebbles. She was right. The image did look like the sky was falling. He wouldn’t have thought of
it himself, but probably because he was so used to the picture. The girl, “Sophia” seemed
extremely curious; looking about the room and attempting to pick up various objects. His father’s
attention was diverted toward her as well, cringing every moment or so as she drew near a few of
his DNA models and various gadgets. However, Lenard refrained from saying anything for fear of
scaring his young niece.
Albeit, the minute her little emerald eyes met Terran’s brown ones they immediately averted their
gaze. The boy took a step backward so that he was now next the doctor rather than standing in
front of him. He heard her father telling her where they were at. It seemed liked they had to travel
a long ways away. He wondered were they lived if not somewhere around here. But it seemed
like it would be a new change for the both of them nonetheless. Terran found himself becoming
more self-conscious. What if she didn’t like it here? What if she found it boring? In reality all
Terran ever did was study. The only other being he had to play with was the robots. He even
befriended a particular repair and maintenance android that went by the acronym, F.I.C.S.
Foundation Internal Control System. Maybe he could introduce Sophia to him.
Terran’s thoughts dispersed into the back of his mind as he watched her father attempt to pick
up Sofia. She squirmed and took refuge behind his own father. His hand were kept behind his
back as they usually were cradled one on top of the other when he looked down at the girl
clutching onto his pant leg. A small chuckle escaped his lips, something Terran did not get the
privilege to witness on a daily basis. The doctor dropped his hands before placing one on the
small of Sophia’s back to steer her toward the door. “Perhaps it’s best to listen to your father.
He’s a very busy man and needs to rest.” he stated motioning for his brother to follow.
“To answer your question. No I do not, unfortunately. Though Terran spends a lot of time in the
Study and Library with the house hold F.I.C.S. I’m sure Sophia would find something interesting
to do there.” he stated striding down the hallway. Terran blinked, taking the opportunity to follow
them instead of being cooped up in his father‘s personal study/office by himself, slipping in
behind Sofia’s father looking down at the floor as he walked. With a few twists and turns through
the hallways Lenard reached the elevator, an odd cylindrical machine with Plexiglas walls to look
through. However, being that his house was built along a crevice in the earth’s crust, and the
majority of his mansion was under ground. It only overlooked the dirt, rubble, and the occasional
boulder or rock cove. Terran loved the elevator. It was the closest he could get to being outside.
Despite how limited the view was, he still thought it was pretty. Just as long as one didn’t look
down into the deepening earth.
The little group of four finally made their way to yet another door. Lenard fumbled through his lab
coat for the card key, it seemed everything in his house needed one. If one could even call it
one. He flipped open the door, and offered the card to his brother with a smile. “For security
purposes.” he mentioned before allowing the other three to enter the room. It was the equivalent
to a small apartment a mini kitchen, a bathroom, a middle room, and two bedrooms. “Thank you
for coming. I hope you feel at home here. Since there isn’t a definite date on when you will be
leaving. All I ask is establishing the building blocks of this project. Nothing more. I know that you
may have some of your own projects to attend to as well.”
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Will our world come tumbling down? xxx Will our world come tumbling down? xxx Will our world come tumbling down?
One one-thousand . . . two one-thousand . . . three one-thousand . . .
A rhythm so harmonious one would think it hardly took any effort at all. A pair of little
feet stomped cautiously across the gravel evading large pebbles that could possibly pose
as an obstacle. They were following a scruffy brown piece of fabric. "One one-thousand, two
one-thousand, three one-thousand." a small voice whispered. It belonged to that of a young boy
roughly around the age of seven maybe eight. He was watching his feet as he tried to march behind
the dirty tail of material. It was the train of a cape, that seemed to slither away as if dodging
every attempt the boy had of getting near it. The owner, despite all the nonsense that was going
on behind him failed to notice the boy following him. He was tall and had long facial features.
The clothing under the cloak was refined compared to the rugged attire that was seen on common
people. He was royalty, or at least worked with it. A noble employee of sorts who was set out toward town
on a few errands for his royal employer. The King.
The boy continued to tail after the man in the cape, the rhythm of his feet stumbling into a stable march.
He had not even noticed the the gate as he blindly waltzed past the oblivious guards known
to slack off the moment a fair maiden passed by. The noble employee and the child slipped by unnoticed.
Albeit, it wouldn't take long for the man to notice his follower. The boy was persistent
to say the least. Soon he had his head held up high. Why, an onlooker would have thought him a
young king the way he carried himself with such confidence. Though it didn't last long before he
got ahead of himself, little legs tumbling forward upon the dirty brown cape. The older man sighed,
knowing exactly who it was that was stalking him. "Audric! What are you doing here?!" he hissed whirling
around to hunch over the poor boy that had fallen over.
A bright pair of amber eyes were matched with a mischievous grin and a giggle. He quickly stood
up to dust the dirt off his own little blue cloak; a color that clearly stood out among the dreary browns and grays
of the commoners passing by. "Hello Espard!" the boy chirped, looking up at the servant
clearly twice his size. "I thought I'd assist you on your errands. I've never been into town before." he beamed, trying
to look every bit as pleasing as a young child should be. This was not the least pleasing encounter
for the older man considering the trouble he could get into, however it was the most typical behavior
he would expect from the little prince.
"Oh fine! But we will have to make haste. Do you know what would happen to you if people found out
you where here in marketplace? Not to mention what could happen if the Queen found you missing?"
The servant opened the wing of his cape and beckoned the boy toward him. It was the only way
to stay concealed. Audric chuckled before wrapping himself with the excess fabric.
"Thank you Espard! You really ought to stop playing by the rules. It's no fun."
The two made their way through the little shops and stands purchasing items exclusively on the King's list.
With a few side recommendations, of course. Espard stopped himself at a dingy little produce stand to offer
the clerk a coin in exchange for three apples. He slipped two into his knapsack and gave the
little hand sticking out of his cloak the third. A muffled crunching could be heard as he continued on his way.
After about a good two hours the servant had found himself finished with all the King's errands.
Two knapsacks instead of the initial one he had begun with where mounted on his back. He
looked down toward the small lump of a boy he had underneath his cape. He wasn't entirely sure
why the boy would put up with such a boring chore, but figuring it was the boy's first time in the
market place perhaps he was being a little too restrictive. "Say Audric. . .Audric." he whispered
into the material. The boy emerged from the lump exposing only his face. "Yes, Espard?"
"I've finished my errands, and I'm sure I won't be expected back for another hour or so.
Would you like to visit the Black Smith your father orders his swords from?" The boy's amber
eyes lit up, shining like mini suns. He nodded and Espard merely smiled, unveiling the cloak around him.
"Enough of that, it's not a long walk." he stated, leading the way through the crowd of people.
The Black Smith's shop was much bigger than most of the others, but Audric figured it was
because he must've had the actual smithing and melting equipment in the back. It was reclused
away from most of the other shops in the market place, and actually somewhat closer to the
gates of the castle than the actual town itself. Nonetheless, the structure was oddly warmer than
the others and this confirmed his theory. Iron tools and weapons hung from the ceiling displayed
for anyone interested in buying. But there were no swords. Espard had disappeared into one of
the other rooms and left Audric in the main room to look around. It didn't take a command to get
him to do that, his natural curiosity took him along the small wall and back out to the side of the
shop. He looked back toward town, the little stone bridge they had to take to get over a thin
stream acting as it's own gates. It looked peaceful from his point of view, and made him wonder.
Why did his mother and father make a big deal out of venturing into it in the first place?
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xxxHERE : WE ARE !N THE CENTER OF THE F!RST W↺RLD
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x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x Nepeta Leijon x x x x x x x x x x
xxx Everyday we wake up we choose love we choose light Everyday we wake up we choose love we choose light
xxx Everyday we wake up we choose love we choose light Everyday we wake up we choose love we choose light
- "Hum D33 Dum Dum!~
You sure are one hairy kitty, Mister Muffles. What would all the lady cats think if they s33n you like this?"
The awkward sound of a comb pushing against strands of hair could be heard. They were like
rakes attempting to rip a wall of thick vines from off the wall of a very expensive mansion. As if
anyone would really do that. Everyone knows the only way to get vines off the wall were to clip
them. However, that would only be used as a last resort. The dark-haired girl with the comb was
standing over a very unamused white Persian. The look of its glare staring into the distance said
something along the lines of "I'd rather not be there right now." Yet, the only thing that managed
to spit out of its mouth was a deep, "Mow."
"G33 Muffles, what happened to your purrfect fur?"
The comb only stroked the now clumping knots of cat hair even harder. This did not please the feline
groomer employee of Purrs n' Grrs. A contemplative frown crossed her face as she thought
of what to do about the scruffy tangled hairball in front of her. It was an abomination, but that
would not get her down. That Employee of the month picture would make the wall for a the
11th time. It would, and she would make sure of it. "I've got it! You n33d conditioner!" she exclaimed
as if it was the most greatest discovery since catnip in a plastic pouch. A disgruntled purr vibrated
from the mass of tangled fur. The girl merely giggled, "Oh, don't be so grumpy. It even comes in a spray!~"
It wouldn't take even a second before the poor Persian was shrouded in a fragrant cloud of feline hair product
followed by that wretched comb. Albeit it finally smoothed out the clumpy tufts of hair, at least it
did not require a bath.
"Nepeta?" A voice came up from behind her. It was the authoritative voice of her boss. Her eyes lit up
as she straightened her posture like that of a soldier in the force. She knew he had something important
to say or he most definitely would not have approached her while she was working. He was to busy for that,
bosses were always busy doing bossy things. He snorted before opening his mouth to deliver
the news, "We're expanding the store, Nepeta. We were thinking of adding an Aquarium section
for those interested in aquatic life. You know, fish and stuff."
"Really? Oh, how fun! Pawbably won't n33d n33rly as much grooming as my cats, but we could manage it." she grinned.
The manager frowned, "Actually Nepeta. We were thinking of hiring a new employee to cover the new Aquarium area.
In fact I've already interviewed a few people. We should be expecting someone to come in sometime tomorrow."
"Oh. Well, that'll be purrfect! A new friend to our Purrs n' Grrs family." she chirped.
Despite the fact that it probably wasn't logical to call the store "Purrs n' Grrs" anymore, at least that
was something that would stay the same. She wasn't sure about the new addition of the Aquarium section.
It meant more work to keep her cats away from the fishes, but maybe the idea of a new
employee wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps they could even become friends. She would definitely
introduce him or her to her and Tavros' roleplaying club. Although they usually met up in the back of an
antique shop, it was still fun. Sometimes they even used whatever dusty old antiques
they found as props. Maybe this would turn out to be a fun thing after all.
Her day continued much like any other normal day. Sweeping the remaining cat fuzz off the floor,
making sure the cats had food and water in their cozy little cat homes for the night. She made
sure that each and every single one had a fluffed cushion before closing the door to their cages.
Nepeta didn't necessarily like the fact that they were in cages, but being that there were also
dogs and other animals waiting to be adopted in the store as well, it wouldn't be fair. Not to
mention chaotic if every single animal was out loose in the store. Maybe it was better. "Good
night everyone." she whispered before heading toward the door. She gave one last look at in the
far corner of the store, there were boxes piled up for the "new employee" to empty and stock
whatever materials contained inside however they liked upon the shelves.
Nepeta left the store and began walking down the pavement. Being that it was only six the sun
was still barely leaving the sky. She wondered if Tavros was still interested in the medieval rp
they had paused the day before, they were in the middle of the rising action and the suspense
was building. But he hadn't contacted her all day. 'Not like him.' she thought. Hopefully
something wasn't wrong. Nonetheless not knowing of what to do she headed toward her
apartment, several blocks down the way. She was totally in the mood for tuna tonight.
SiIIybean
___________________________________________Adrian Degaré
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- The ray of light was like a blade, slicing through the thin line breaking the darkness. It burned,
an unnecessary pain for an unnecessary cause. The hesitant skin twitched a moment, unsure if
it really wanted to give in to the blade of light slicing away deeper into the crevice without light.
However, the ray was unrelenting. A pair of azure eyes shot open, unwilling to take in so much
light at one moment, they blinked profusely; as if the milliseconds of darkness would cure them
from the sun's blinding rays. A moan accompanied the stunned pair of optical tools as they turned
over taking refuge under the shadows of a warm comforter.
"Rise and shine Mr. D! Time to take your meds!"
The nurses were bitches. The azure pair of eyes quickly transformed into a glare as the woman
pulling up the blinds and walked over to the male hidden under the covers. The beast inside the
mountain of bed sheets was not to be disturbed of his slumber. He could feel the playful nudges
against his backside. A warning groan was emitted from within the folds, a commonality the
nurse was not unused to. The prerequisite smile upon her face immediately faded along with her
patience. With a grab of the cover she thrust them to the side, exposing a dark-haired male in
the fetal position eyeing her murderously. She did not flinch, instead took to eyeing the patient
with her own source of venom. She wheeled around a small medical caddy with a tray full of pills.
She took several off the tray and offered the male a glass full of water.
"Take them." she commanded. "Take them." he responded mockingly, and grabbed the thick little
caplets and glass of fluid without as much as a thank you. He downed them quick so he would avoid
the lady becoming impatient and requiring she drug him with something else later. He offered a
sarcastic smile for her pleasure. She returned it with a genuine one and turned abruptly only to
move on to the next room. This happened every morning.
Shady Gardens mental hospital was not a boisterous place. It couldn't be. With a population of 50 or so
regular patients, most being people of an elderly age, it was an oxymoron. There were no
gardens and there was no shade. It was smack dab in the middle of New Mexico, how could it?
Yet, it was a paradise to the few who were here on their own accord. The real lunatics.
Adrian Degaré was not a lunatic, at least that's what he liked to believe. And honestly, upon first contact
most would not question his sanity. He was in fact quite coherent in process of thought, yet it
was his mental inconsistency that was his downfall. He never had friends, nor was he the type to initiate
any sort of positive emotion. Anger and depression was easy, it was the absolute smile or laugh
that was hard. In fact, he often took to cancer sticks as a form of relief. The only type of positive
emotion anyone would or could get out of him. Just as he was doing right now.
He exhaled slowly, cherishing the last bits of nicotine and tar before they left his mouth. He was sitting by
the window with his back against the actual glass. He hated mornings, and despite having the
sun against his back, it was better than sitting anywhere else in the room and having to stare at
it. His azure eyes watched as patients shuffled their way into the room, like little maggots
squirming their way through a chunk of rotten meat. They were all meeting in the main room for
one reason only. When the twin doors on the other side of the room decided to swing open at
precisely 9 o' clock signaling, breakfast.
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s i l v e l l o s i l v e l l o ( .´ i can see the world passing by from here ▬
s i l v e l l o s i l v e l l ox x x x i am just a child to a man x x x x
s i l v e l l o s i l B A C K x T O x T H E x D U S T
s i l ▆▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆ ★ WHERE I BEGAN ❜
s i l v e l l o s i l ▬ ´ i was never even here at all ◞*
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The rain fell heavily upon the endless rows of buildings. It was dark and the streets were empty.
They faded into an abyss away from the seemingly floating towers. A pale white spot scurried
across the darkness like the first snowflake on a cold winter night. It was ironic, for something so
pure so clean to even inhabit such a dark and tainted environment. The moisture collapsing from
the sky was relentless as the umbrella hurried along. A cloaked figure glided briskly along the lightly
glazed sidewalks. Apprehension filled the air as a pair of feet patted heavily against the water clad
pavement. He had a place to be.
It wasn't until an obnoxiously tall spire severed the street from any further hurrying that the
impetuous pads were forced to a halt. The citadel was a grand one, somewhat under better
conditions than its decrepit counterparts. It towered easily over them, a dark needle executing it's
role as supreme being not to be challenged. The figure took no hesitation to keep forward, instead
of using the main gates of the facility, darted toward the backdoor, where most business was
done. A pair of rough looking men, faces coated in an assortment of scars guarded the back door.
One would think it was like getting into a night club, they had to be lured away. A pair of ruby orbs
met two pairs of black ones from under the awkwardly bright umbrella. The figure exposed
a small bag of red liquid tainted with swirls of black agony and despair. The two lit up, like dogs to
a bone. He dropped it between their fingers. "Share."
The inside wasn't nearly as glamorous, but it was something pleasant to look forward despite the
pouring rain from the outside. The room was dimly lit, ideal for the beings that inhabited such an
dreary world. It was empty, much like the streets outside. The walls disappearing into the darkness,
not a speck of color in sight. All except a plain metal desk planted in the middle of the floor. It's
silver gleam reflecting ever so lightly against the dim lights that hung overhead like small
candles. The cloaked figure closed his umbrella. Strands of deathly pale locks much like that of
the umbrella were revealed chiseled with droplets of moisture. Two large horns protruded from the
strands, a symbol of status among his kind. A demon.
"Maaattooo. . . ."
An enigmatic chill filled the air. The voice did not seem happy, as his name was accompanied by a
low growl. He was always angry. The male rolled his eyes, planting his feet upon the ground ready
for the figure in the desk before him to reveal himself. An array of shadows manifested before him,
accentuating the figure in the desk into more solid form. He was wearing a suit, something his
employee never failed to reciprocate.
"My aren't you looking well for someone so fashionably late. Where are my souls?" hissed a much
taller male. His eyes were pitch black, and horns were taller more confident. Upon leaving his chair,
two large humps could be seen shivering behind him, only to unleash themselves into a compelling
pair of wings. He was hungry for the delicacies he had waited so patiently for. The grin he wore
upon his features was anything but friendly, instead lustful and mischievous. The shorter, lower
ranked being sighed, removing another sack of dark purple orbs. The sack was easily exchanged a
pair of digits meeting a pair claws. "Good boy, Kurai." he licked his lips. Kurai nodded, looking
away an unamused expression pasting itself to his features. The taller male snapped his fingers, a
large dark scroll manifesting from the shadows. His snake like fingers wrapped around it and
handed the parchment to the underling. "Your next assignment. Nothing you should find out of
your experience. Just remember all are required, if you wish to have yourself considered. The
Hierarchy awaits your judgement." he chuckled, taking a step back only to fade back into the darkness.
Later. . .
A warp of shadows complimented by a cool breeze of air left Kurai in the dark corner of a hospital.
He held his scroll open with the name of his first victim. A Mr. Nero Takemora. 'Hmm, sounds
familiar.' he thought gliding briskly down the halls. The various patients, doctors, and nurses
phased through him, he was aware of them, but it was not the same vice versa. He was invisible
as long as he wished it. Most humans weren't even obstacles. He had yet to meet such a one who
had somehow been given the "divine curse" of seeing him. He knew of the legends, they were
almost as rare as angels themselves. Now those, those repulsive beings were indeed obstacles.
Speaking of which. . . 'How ironic.' he thought freezing the moment he rounded the corner into the
dead man's room. The thought stunned Kurai, his eyes widening as he rolled up his scroll and
tucked it in his back pocket. There was a girl on the floor with wings! White. Wings. He stepped
outside silently as if he had never entered. The sudden stench of purity stained his nostrils. His
eyes narrowed, immediately melting into the shadows behind the door. 'What the hell is this?' he
thought creeping into the room in the form of a shadow upon the wall. He had never seen an angel
before, and it just had to be him the one that thought of such an unspeakable creature just
moments prior. She seemed angry, as he was. Her emerald locks sprawled out upon the floor as
she seemed to be throwing some sort of tantrum.
The demon tilted his head to the side, slightly amused by such a gesture from an angelic being.
He glanced at the dead body, curious as to why she was present when it was clear he was here
to collect a soul. The man's soul had already revealed itself. It was purple. . .and blue. Kurai's
eyes widened at the sight before him. What was this? Some sort of monstrosity? How was he
supposed to get his hands on that? The words of his employer ringed in his head. All were
required. The male's eyes turned into a glare. 'a*****e.' he thought turning toward the girl.
Was she here to collect the soul as well? It would only make sense. Why else would she be
having a fit. This was quite an obstacle. The shadow smirked. Perhaps he could scare her away.
"I could help you. . ."
SiIIybean
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- Who was to say that Donald Jeremy Clark didn't always run into a heap of bad luck?
Bad luck practically ran into him. It was an understatement. The poor disgruntled teenager was
already suffering from a heavy dose of senioritis, and he was still a junior. It was another cliche
morning for him. Classic alarm going off, classic breaking of the dream pattern, classic shutting
the off button instead of the snooze, classic lying in bed for several hours. It wasn't good. For
when the moment came for Donny boy to rise and shine, he was everything except beaming that
shiny ray of happiness his friend Mikey tended to wear naturally. He looked at the clock, rubbing
his eyes. It was noon. "Aw man!" he groaned, tumbling out of bed. He slipped on a stray sock
and fell to the floor with a loud thud.
"Donald Jeremy Clark! You better not be home! You have school today!" cried the voice of a
rather frustrated sounding woman down stairs. She knew her child too well. "Uh, no Mo-!" he
gasped, suddenly realizing it was a question he mostly likely shouldn't have answered. 'Stupid,
stupid, stupid!' his thoughts scolded. He heaved a disappointed sigh and shuffled quietly about
the room looking for something to wear. With a small pile of clothing he slipped on a pair of jeans
and ran into the bathroom. Along with a quick wash of the face, he assembled the rest of his
attire, in an attempt to to as snazzy as he could with the time given. Donald slid on his signature
beanie and adjusted his tie in the mirror. "That'll just have to do."
Now actually getting out of the house was an obstacle all it's own. The hate for the alarm clock
increased with every step he took down the stairs. Yet, he managed to evade the eyes and ears
of his mother, fortunately. "Phew!~" He sighed, the moment his bottom hit the leather seats of
his jalopy of a Chevy. It was reliable, he would give it that. He gave it a start and pressed the gas,
urgent to get out of the neighborhood before his mother has anything to say about it.
Sometimes he thought that events and situations that seemed to surround him were other
worldly. And in all honesty, he wasn't exactly sure how much he belonged here. Some would
just say it was just the antics of being a teenager. Albeit, there was nothing to disagree with
there, he couldn't help bu thing there was something more. As if he truly was supposed to be
somewhere else. If he thought about it too much it would give him a headache. However, he
preferred to live in the moment and right now he needed to get to school. It didn't even occur to
him that today was early day.
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"Hey! What's the big idea?!" he shouted, trying to get the school's main door to budge. It was
clearly locked. He frowned, his temper rising with every jerk he gave the handle. The door was
no where near giving in to the seventeen-year-old's strength. Donny glared at the door huffing.
"Okay you asked for it!" he retorted. He pushed up his sleeves and grabbed for the door trying to
force it open, but to no avail. "Aw Phooey!" He wasn't gonna fight it.
He wasn't the type of person to break into a school during class hours. Well, not if the principal
or even the police had anything to say about it. He was known for his temper. And although it
usually got the best of him, he wouldn't let it do so this time. The junior turned around and
walked back a few steps, only to stop. He swiveled to give the door one last glare, before
stomping over to it and jerking the handle again. "C'mon! You gotta be open!"
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- She was a stranger in a strange land. Or so it seemed. Of course, it was probably a relatable feeling to those new students fresh out of middle school and just testing the waters of the last four years before graduation and adulthood. But for her this idea of "high school" was completely foreign. To her, there was nothing high about it. It seemed just a series of peculiarly tall buildings that happened to stand before her looked to fit that description, and yet there were buildings around that with a much larger appearance that the establishment she would soon call her "new home." It would never be a home to her. She had established that thought long ago. Any establishment that bragged about it's placement or height with the term "high" when it was definitively lying did not earn her trust. However, if there was anything she was looking forward to now that she was enrolled it was learning all she could not only about the stars but about coordinating and showing others the "real" definition of beauty.
There was nothing special about Paprika Smiley. She was not popular. She was not overly feminine or voluptuous. She was not even good at making things as beautiful as she expected them to be. She was smart, yes, but only as smart as her out of the box thinking could get her. Technically Paprika wasn't anything but "freshmeat." Not that she had any understanding of the phrase, if anything she completely agreed with it. "Yes I am freshmeat. At least, I'd like to think so." She had informed a couple of school girls who were snickering as they spoke amongst themselves in hushed whispers. The term had slipped out and she continued to explain that as long as she was not "dead or dying, and rotting in any form" she was technically still "fresh." Much to the girls' amusement.
Tilting her head, she gave the two girls a strange look and took little interest in analyzing the reasoning for their laughter. Instead she made her way to her new dorm room with some fresh fruit and bread that she had picked up from the cafeteria during lunch for her pokemon. They were sitting on her bed waiting, a curled up and dozy munna, an energized and skittish porygon z, and a jolly and plump trubbish. They all let out a welcome greeting as she entered the room and unfolded the plate of snacks she had brought for them. Porygon Z, or Galileo as she called him was the first to zip over to the plate and grab a pechaberry, only to use its signature move conversion on it in order to pixelate the piece of fruit so that it could be consumed. It nibbled happily, while Hansen, Paprika's trubbish made it's way over to the bed. He eyes the plate curiously, appearing to snag a whiff of the treats the pink-haired girl had brought. He didn't seem too interested in eating the fruits and wandered off most likely in search of some sort of discarded rubbish. Paprika sighed.
He seemed to do this periodically. The roll of the eyes and the trudge away from anything she brought home that was anywhere near "healthy." The blue-eyed girl tilted her head to the side as she gazed at her little trashbag pokemon attempting to scavenge in one of her waste baskets for any little remnants she may have tossed as she moved into her new dorm room. She frowned as she watched him, knowing he would not find anything. Letting out another heavy sigh, she realized he would not eat unless she took him out somewhere where he could frolic for a little while. She stood up and grabbed her camera, a small rainbow one step amigo polaroid, and draped the strap around her neck. She also grabbed her black sun hat - despite the fact that the day would soon be over - and reached for her purse. "C'mon Hansen. Let's find you some food." she cooed, igniting a small burst of excitement in the Trubbish and allowing him to follow her. Galileo perked up as well at the thought of an adventure and hovered toward Paprika's side. She decided to leave Munna behind as she seemed to doze off after she finished the fruit.
The minute she opened the door Galileo had already zipped down the hall and headed off to god knew where. The young freshman didn't seem to be too concerned about her Porygon Z, seeing as this was behavior she was used to. He was quite an energetic pokemon and she always knew he would return after he was done "exploring." So for now it would be just her and trubbish, who was already getting tired just trudging his way down the hall. She whipped out her camera and looked through the eyepiece as if she was looking for something. There was a slight movement that seemed to be stirring in the corner of the hallway. Before she could look over the movement was nothing but a swift blur. Curious she decided to follow whatever it was keeping her camera to her face as she walked. She did this until the two reached a trash bin that that was sitting outside of the library. The poison pokemon immediately picked up on the subtle stenches that seemed to be emitting from it hopeful there would be something to snack on. It waddled toward the bin while Paprika poked her head into the large room. She looked around a bit, fiddling with the polaroid around her neck and and immediately it up. She stepped into the room. The sound of photo flashes could be heard from outside the door.
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- He liked being in the car, he just hated traffic. Everyone hated traffic. The congestion, the squeezing and cutting off, the tailgating, the endless honking and beeping. Who in the right mind would willingly choose to sit in a lane for one 75 minutes straight while they waited in line for the freeway off ramp? Once the clock passed the 60 minute mark, he could feel the anxiety begin to rise. It was the bubbling in a tea kettle before it decided to scream. He wouldn't scream though, he was not that kind of man. It would just amplify the cause. In addition, he had a special passenger in the back seat sleeping tranquilly atop a leather cushion. She was curled up in a ball, the only sound emitting from her was the soft hum of her purrs as she dozed off. The driver slouched back deeper into his seat with a scowl. He lifted his wrist to shake away the sleeve draped over it and glanced at his watch. It was clear time was against him.
Nathaniel Ives, was not like any other ordinary civilian stuck in traffic. No, he was late man stuck in traffic. But he had something special. Ives, was a "Charmer." No, not the overtly attractive suave guy who knew how to get the ladies. Well, he could wish. But he was a genetically altered human whom just so happened to fall under the DNA class of a human with psychically enhanced social skills. That, and he was a part of a gang called "The Allure." He was the leader's right hand, and that meant he had some standards to live up to. Unfortunately, his punctuality was not one of those standards he would be filling today. The pang of irritation struck the back of his head like a frying pan that fell to the floor with that freshly made breakfast omelet.
He had one job and one job only. That was to pick up his boss and taxi him to the rich and highly secured property of SagaCity's government. He was not happy about this. But if he didn't show up with his boss, his entire crew would be trust into jail. There were no cats in jail. Ives returned his gaze toward the black feline that was still slumbering away in the back seat of his convertible. Lucie always slept in the car. He would have to hide her once his boss entered the vehicle. Hopefully the man wasn't allergic to cats. Regardless, his entire organization was not happy about the removal of their four main heads of department. He wasn't sure why he and his boss, the Allure technician, and general were chosen, but the government seemed to have an unpredictable assortment of tricks up their sleeves. He also wasn't too sure how he felt about the whole idea in general. Quarantining the four of them and 8 others in an apartment complex didn't seem all that different from prison. But at least he still had access to Lucie apparently there was a bar. Although they would not be allowed to leave the premises Ives vowed he would do what it took to get them out of this predicament.
It had been a long time since the streets of SagaCity were safe to walk on, even during the day. Ives was just a child at the time the hospitals started distributing the miracle DNA serum, but he was told about the consequences in the evolution of humans and the history it was still making today. He remembered his mother had told him that people are always changing, it just the ability to accept the changes that determine whether or not one can succeed. Ives, never understood it. It seemed people changed too much, and often thing were never the same as they used to be. It was just a shame no one could accept these new humans (or "mutants" as some came to call them) as human. They were enhanced individuals, yes, but they still ate, drank, thought, and loved the same. Ives could never really wonder why even among the mutants they discriminated each other and formed their own organizations. The thought was too perplexing and too time consuming to ponder about.
The blaring sound of a horn rattling his ear drums shook him up and brought him back to the present. The cars in front of him and begun to pick up their pace and before he new it he was off the freeway and headed to his leader's house. Ives, was never allowed to show up to Oscar's personal home, instead if Ives ever had the urgent need to pick him up at a location it was never at his home but at a gate that stood guard over a large area of neighborly estates. He had never been to the man's house, even as the right hand. Instead Oscar always insisted he be picked up at the gate with a phone call. The brown-haired male pulled out his cell and dialed his number. The soft sound of ringing drummed in his ear, before the voice mail picked up. "Uh, hey boss. I'm right outside the gate if you're ready to be picked up. Give me a call when you get this. Bye." He hung up, with a frown to the phone. Hopefully his boss hadn't grown impatient and hitched a ride with one of the other members of his crew. He pulled Lucie from the back seat and rested her in his lap, should his boss require the entire back seat for his luggage. He just hoped he wasn't too late.
LOCATION ❖ : Outside Assy's Gate x COMPANY ❖ : Lucie. x THOUGHTS ❖ : I hope I'm not too late
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He found himself gazing outside the bakery window at the large blanket of snow that covered the small parking lot. He let his eyes flutter closed ever so slowly before abruptly blinking them open. Either it was the serene image accompanied by the homey smell of freshly baked goods that relaxed him or he was just too damn tired and his body was trying to tell him to hit the hay. He figured the latter. It was way past his bedtime and if he stayed out any longer than he already was he knew he would end up sprawled out awkwardly somewhere random like the bakery or even a dumpster. Not that he would deliberately try to fall asleep in a dumpster, but it could happen. He wouldn't do that however, nor would he fall asleep in Winnie's bakery. He liked to think he had much more courtesy than that, despite his rather rude and immediate visit to Winnie. It was getting harder to stay up and the temptation of slumber was beginning to beckon him back to his van. He widened his eyes in an attempt to keep them open, taking note of a dark figure in the distance. It was a dainty figure, and it didn't seem to grow much the closer it got to the bakery.
Jeremiah shrugged at Winnie's statement, ripping his eyes away from the outside to give the shorter woman a soft chuckle. His schedule, he had to admit was not the most conventional, at least to the eyes of the common folk around town. Yet, to the blonde male the conscious hours he made use of in comparison to the subconscious always worked out this way. So what if he traveled at night? He didn't mind it. It still got him where he needed to be when he needed to be there, and he was utterly content with it. He nodded when she urged him to take some rolls with him on the way out. Gee, she was such a mom. Although he couldn't figure out why he thought that endearing, he knew he appreciated Winnie's doting. With or without the potatoes as compensation. In the end, he figured she was right, it's not like he went grocery shopping every week, so keeping the potatoes would at least allow him to make some potato-based products for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He chuckled again, "Haha, if you say so Winnie."
The rattling door bell chimed as a small gust of air blew a chill into the small bakery. Jermeiah immediately looked toward the source that had let the air in. It was the figure in the snow. Finally she was in plain and viewable sight. He watched as the girl came into the bakery, immediately walking up to Winnie to ask for what would probably be her breakfast for the morning. She was cute, and for some reason she reminded him of sugar. As if he wasn't getting enough of the carbohydrates from Winnie's food itself. He wasn't sure why he compared the girl to a type of crystalline substance but he was. Perhaps it was the pink in her eyes or the little hair clip she wore, but something about her oozed innocence and he found it sweet. Or, perhaps it was the sleep getting to him. It was probably that. He didn't know. He watched as Winnie made conversation with the new comer. He smiled - though not as wide and energetically as he once was - and turned back to gather the rolls Winnie had offered him, so he could take them to his van. The thought about all the potatoes he had entered his mind, and he put a few rolls back to conserve the space he had in his portable kitchen.
"Jer, meet Nikolai, a fellow customer."
The blonde snapped up as he was called, much like a child who was caught doing something he shouldn't have. He blinked, taking a moment to realize he was being introduced to the girl that had walked into the bakery. He grinned, "Oh hey!" he chirped, an odd sense of energy he didn't expect from his slowly decaying consciousness. His icy blue eyes caught her bubble gum pink ones. She was staring at him awkwardly, he could tell. Almost in the way a shy child would when a parent introduced them to an old friend. He shifted the small bag of bread rolls into his other arm and walked closer to the two ladies extending his hand to the girl who was introduced as Nikolai. He wondered if she liked potatoes.
"How's it goin, Nikolai? Do you like potatoes?"
It probably wasn't the most typical question to ask a person one had just met, but then again Jer wasn't the typical type. And his mind was still on his potatoes. If anything maybe he could give this girl he'd just met some. That is, if she didn't find him peculiar like most did. What kind of person would drive across the boarder only to bring back a buttload of potatoes? Jer was apparently that type of person. The sound of Boone's happy barking shifted his thoughts once more. He still needed to sleep and the morning was going by faster than he'd thought. He really needed some shut eye, but the over-sized dog was just too happy to leave Winnie's side. The blonde laughed, turning toward the two. "Haha, thanks Winnie, you'll be seein' us tomorrow. But if you don't mind, would you do me the favor of watchin' Boone for me? He really likes you. I promise, he'll be a good boy." He looked toward the window again the temptation of his van quelling his lethargy sounded promising. Heck, the pile of potato bags he had in the back sounded promising as long as he was asleep he didn't care where he slept. He looked toward Winnie and Nikolai once more, deciding it was time for him to take his leave. "Well it was nice seein' you again. And nice to meet you Nikolai. But now's the time I got a little shut eye. I'll be back to pick up Boone around dinner. Thanks WinnieBeaubinnie!~" With that he made his way out of the little bakery, into the snow and toward his van.
Once inside the Volkswagen Jer felt at ease. However, he knew he couldn't relax just yet, at least not until he reached the town's local church. He sighed, reving up the engine and taking off our of the parking lot the wheels screeching as he swerved out of the driveway and onto the street. It was strange that he often took refuge by the church. Jeremiah never took himself as an overly religious man, but if there was one thing he knew about his life on the road, no one dared to tow a car that was in a churches parking lot. No one, so by default he made it his sanctuary. And the various pastors and priests he met along the way seemed like pretty nice people, so he stuck with parking his butt with the clergy.
The road was cold and lonely, not to mention the sky overhead was still gray and gloomy as ever. It was no wonder there wasn't anyone messing around in this weather, despite how fun he thought a snowball fight initially would be. Gloomy weather was sleepy weather. And he was starting to feel the full effects of the environment on his anatomy. He cranked up his cassette player, hoping that the music would keep him awake just long enough for the next few blocks to the church. The feel good vibe of his 60's music wasn't helping, if he continued at this rate he would be California dreaming on a winter's day in the afterlife should he get into a crash. The blond male's eyelids began to flutter downward as he let his eyes succumb to the temptation of slumber for a few brief moments. After all it was just a few seconds what could it hurt?
The minute the song stopped he heard a scream that could have curdled the blood of even a dead man. Jeremiah's eyes shot open. He looked at the road ahead and spun the wheel to the right. The bulky Volkswagen screeched as is swerved toward the side of the road. He slammed the breaks before he went too far off the road and into the bushes. The inertia threw his chest and face into the wheel with enough force to exert a small honk from the vehicle. Luckily, he was wearing a seat belt, albeit a loose one. He immediately picked himself up, unbuckled his seat belt and kicked open the driver's door. Jumping out into the frosty air, he ran around the van. He wasn't even sure what he was almost hit. He couldn't have hit anyone, could he? The road was so white and misty he barely could make out the figure. Turning the corner he found a boy lying on the asphalt. 'Oh man, oh man!' his thoughts jumped. Did he really almost hit someone? "Ah man!. . .Dude!" the words were slowly boiling into his mouth. Jeremiah put his hands on his head cap as he made his way over to the male on the floor. The boy was clad in a series of sweaters that made him look like an over-sized life jacket. What was he trying to float in? He wasn't anywhere near water, was he trying to defy gravity by trying to float in air? Well he got his bouyancies wrong. "Wha? What happened?!" Well that was a stupid question. The blonde mentally smacked himself. "Wait, I happened. Stupid." Jeremiah looked closer at him realizing he was alive, but probably scared out of his mind was suffering from some sort of mild panic attack.That was a relief. Well the alive part at least. He removed his baseball cap to wipe a little of his own panicked sweat from his forehead - something he didn't expect to have in this weather- and looked at the boy. "Hey man, are you alright?"
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- It looked like an inside out Oreo, the black street in the midst of two blankets of white. It looked so fluffy, he just wanted to lay in it and fall asleep.
After 48 hours of driving, well any heap of frosted wilderness would look comforting. It was hard for Kayson to stay focused, but he was determined
to get to Alaska as soon as possible regardless if his Gram Gram's small Toyota Corolla could make the trek or not. It was a tough ride, seeing
he had made the road trip alone, but the promise of people and socialization was so close he could almost taste it. The Alaskan terrain pretty much
was what made up his current field of vision – what was left of his conscious field of vision. Kayson was not used to pushing himself to such
limits and his body was beginning to rebel. Road after winding road didn’t seem to end and before he knew it it had already gotten dark. The dark-haired
male, decided to turn up the radio as he looked at the GPS. There was at least a good 20 minutes before he got to a cul de sac that he would have
to leave his car off and make a hike up a trail to the actual mansion. ‘As if driving from Albuquerque wasn’t enough. . .’ he thought,
giving the volume another crank.
The low beat of the bass made the car hum, as the seats' subtle vibrations ran throughout the vehicle. If anything it was doing the opposite of
what Kayson had intended. Instead he found himself sinking deeper into his seat, his eyelids fluttering slowly. Catching on to what what
happening he jolted sitting himself up and rub bing his eyes. "C'mon almost there." he whispered, looking into the rearview mirror to see if
anyone was behind him. The road was empty and dark with the exception of the small white cotton balls that seemed to be falling from the sky.
There wouldn't be anyone on these roads. Who in the right mind would try driving in weather like this? Well apparently, Kayson. But he was
an exception. The shutters of his eyes began to sink again and before he knew it the lethargy that had been hovering around him like a vulture
for the past few hours had made it's move. The beat and the sound of his consciousness began to fade out.
Before he knew it the blaring scream of the horn rang in his ears. All the slumbering nerves immediately reactivated, with a rush
of frightened adrenaline initiating the fight or flight instincts. A domino effect raced through his muscles as they jolted to life and his
eyes shot open. His head was pressed into the stirring wheel and he threw his head up. A gasp of air escaped his lips and he could feel
a huff hitching in his throat as if clinging to stay inside. He choked, eyes darting around frantically as he grabbed a hold of the wheel.
The Corrolla had drifted a significant way into the other lane and he straightened himself out as he wheezed his lungs out. The mild shock
enough to get his energy going again, but he didn't know for how long. He made a vow to himself to sleep the minute he reached
his destination.
Kayson was not prone to taking long trips into the wilderness. In fact, he rarely ever left the security of his home state. Not much
when on in New Mexico, of course there were those rare cases in the news when a woman turned up dead from a scorpion sting, but that
was usually the result of negligent house keeping or real estate on top of a Scorpion breeding ground. It wasn't that he didn't like to travel,
he liked it a lot. He just never had the opportunity. Honestly, if his grandmother hadn't pushed him so much to get out of the house for once,
he would most likely have been home helping his grandmother in her cactus garden or watching tv. Which at this moment didn't sound to bad.
He still didn't know why he of all the people in the world that a randoms stranger could acquaint themselves with they chose him. Kayson
had to admit, Olan seemed like a really nice guy and it seemed he genuinely wanted to help, but the man was still a bit on the weird side.
First of all, what kind of bozo goes around telling people they are special and were meant for a greater good that could be taught with a
"wee" bit of training? Who did that? And who believed it? And two, what was a Scotsman doing in Alaska? Kayson was beginning to question
his sanity, but in the back of his mind, he really hoped Olan would be able to teach him something. And that he could be useful at least once.
Then he could say he endured Alaska because he learned something he could bring back home to the warm climate of New Mexico.
The air in Albuquerque was definitely much more tolerable than this snow infested wilderness he was now driving through.
It was hard to see. The flurry of falling cotton balls was not what he was looking forward to while his grandmother's car pushed through
the snow. It was like it wanted him to stay put. 'Like hell I am, it's cold and I just want to sleep.' he cursed to himself. Thinking of all the
dreams he could be having and writing stories about later. He would have to call his grandma and tell her a few. Kayson found himself
turning down the radio, the bass of a hip hop beat still kicking in the background. As if the volume would allow him to see better. He
noticed something up ahead in the white. It was dark, and looked a lot like a fallen branch. As the Corolla crept nearer, he found that it
was actually the bumper of a car. How did that get there? He continued to drive on, watching as the road soon became littered with a
variety of auto parts. Kayson winced, this was not good. The car turned around the bend of the hill he was driving around, and before he
could lay his eyes on the wreckage he knew he was in for something nasty. His intuition was never the Positive Patty.
He pushed the breaks and put the car in park and she swung open the car and got out. The cotton balls were much bigger than he thought,
and much harder. They were almost the equivalent of golfballs. The dark-haired boy shivered and pulled the collar of his sweater up and
crossed his arms as he trudged his way over to the disfigured vehicle that had plowed itself into a large wall of snow. The rear lights were
still on, so he assumed it must have been something recent. Maybe there was someone still in there? He hoped they weren't dead. There
he was being a negative Nancy again. 'No, they're fine. They're fine. They're fine.' he thought to himself. "Hello?! Is anyone there? Are you alright?"
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"I'm not hungry."
It was clear the phrases of small talk were not well received. With the exception of Juke, the remainder of his words seemed to have flown through the kitchen and out the window without as much as a grumble. Damian turned his back on everyone at the table and turned his attention toward the stove to turn it off and remove the remainder of the used dishes into the sink. "Then don't eat." he said calmly. He couldn't blame them. He didn't want to talk either. It had gotten to the point where he no longer heard the energetic beat of the Salsa music, and he figured that the CD had just stopped without him realizing it. But there was no amount of sound other than the hum and whir of the wind outside jingling the wind chimes that could quell any of this uneasiness, this anxiety. It was uncomfortable, and try as he might they all knew they were going to be in a world of news. It was one of the curses of being a familiar. As an enchanted being himself, he could empathize. There was a strange bond between a familiar and their witch that couldn't be seen. It was just felt. And this was one of those times where it just sucked knowing that there wasn't something good to come out of this particular town meeting. Now they were just waiting for the details.
He wasn't sure how much time passed, but when he looked down at the sauce and meatballs they had managed to chill themselves thoroughly on his plate by some unseen lapse in time. He was on auto pilot as he removed the noodles from the bowl he had let sit in the middle of the table. Apparently he had not even served himself. A pair of hands had found their way to the stack of mismatches plates that had set themselves on the other side of the table. It seemed like everything was cold, the silverware, the sauce, the finished noodles, and biscuits for anyone who had the mind to ingest something. The silence became the noise, the soundtrack. Not that he was aware of it. But it seemed every move he made, every click of a fork to porcelain, and every drop of water that was poured into a glass was a disturbance. He couldn't find the stomach to eat either. Rather he resorted to flicking strands across his plate as if trying to braid the long pieces of pasta. The sound of keys jiggling in the distance was not even a thought.
"I don't think I've ever seen you guys this quiet..."
Damian's head shot up. In fact, he hadn't even realized that it was down zoning out on the noodles before him. She was standing there in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen as she looked in his direction. He let his eyes meet hers for a brief moment. There was a strange emotion on her face. He couldn't seem to make it out. It was a mixture of uncertainty and apprehension, a type of apprehension he had not seen her wear before. He didn't say anything, instead waiting for her follow up of the meeting itself. Were their previous thoughts about the meeting going to be proven true? Damian sat up straight and listened to the next assortment of words that flooded out of her mouth. It was a lot of info to take in, and it was definitely not what he was expecting to hear. 'Did she say five people were going to die?' The thought was disconcerting and it was almost surreal. Was this real? Why would the council break this news now? Yes, of course there was plenty of death and danger, that came with magical folk. But last he checked, wasn't Howl supposed to be at a time of peace? It was supposed to be one of the safest places to stay for witches and familiars. Of course, Damian knew he couldn't be that naive. But he wanted to be. Throughout his years there had always been something to fear, something to hide from. Why did it have to be now?
This was aggravating. And the more he thought about it, the more he knew it would give him a headache. Just what would be the cause of these deaths? Who were they supposed to fear? Was it an unseen force, or was it people? Where they rivals or where they hunters? What exactly was going to happen to Howl? Would they stop after the 5 deaths? All these questions boiled in his head. He needed remove them. He needed to not think. He needed to get out. Damian stood up abruptly and pushed his stool in not even realizing the weasel had scurried out of the room. His eyes returned to Lessa's the amount of concern they carried seemed unconsolable. The familiar couldn't even muster a word. What was there to say? "Everything would be alright?" How generic was that? This was not something that could be said so halfheartedly and he knew that. There was a mass paranoia sweeping over not only them but probably the town as well and there was nothing that could be done to relieve it. The dark-haired familiar averted his eyes and pushed his way toward the back door of the kitchen. "I'll be outside as well."
Was it ironic that he was taking refuge from this news outside where the danger was? Yes. Did he care? No. Damian needed to clear his head. This was bullshit. The raging boil of bubbling thoughts would not leave him alone. The cool air of the night helped relax some of the tension, but he knew it wouldn't take everything away. Not yet. The phoenix reached into his back pocket for a small box. It was an accessory that seemed to be in every pair of pants the man owned and it was an essential one. He gently removed one of the small white sticks and placed it to his lips before returning the box to it's rightful place and held one of his hands up to the tip of the cherry. A snap of the phoenix's fingers was enough to spark a light and the small trail of smoke from the nicotine wrapped paper. It only took one inhale and one exhale to calm his nerves. It probably wasn't the best reaction to stressful news. But it was a reaction all the same, even if it was a cold one. He was never good at that.
The ringing of the wind chime returned his thoughts to the house and Lessa. As least if she was inside she would be okay, for the time being. He was not the type to give in to public displays of affection for comforting purposes, but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. The least Lessa could use was a hug. He refrained from going inside until he finished his cigarette, taking another inhale. Now that he could think appropriately, he would have to rationalize the situation at hand. This news that he was given would affect their daily lives. Damian made a mental vow that he would do everything he could to keep her safe. Even if it meant risking his own safety. It meant they had to be on alert. And they needed to be prepared.