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"Holytitsit'scold" soft puffed curses catapulted into the surrounding chill. Got his bearings, briefly, and immediately cozied up to the boy standing fireside atop a -- restaurant? A train mall? Oh, badass, trainsturaunt! Albite left his hair as it was, blanket and barrier both while he ran his hands over his skin and shivered until he could stand the wonderfully brisk 'SNOW' of it all.

What a magical time winter was. Brought all sorts of imagery to him -- of flamethrowers and summer beaches. Warm thoughts for the sorts of cold moments that made him want to curl up into a ball and hibernate. N his fireboss was speaking --- all sorts of words -- important s**t that put his hackles right the ******** up. Sent his thoughts spiraling while he licked warm saliva over his dry lips, and grinned. Thought of Eion, of his family. Thought 'more of *mine*'. ******** green lights that lit like a starmap along his hindbrain, raced down his spine and made his toes curl - because it was such a good thing.

"An older brother, or a younger one — Ooh oh, wait! Half-brother, or like full-blood? It matters. It shouldn't..but...sometimes it does. Also? S'good to see you firebrand. Even with all this bitchass cold...means people will be in though, eating warm food, mmph." felt his smile tilt as he scented the air, like he could smell the goodies waiting. Like he could bloodhound them out a proper person from the milling and meandering rest who wandered in and out -- up and down the corridors of confection-stores and hotpot-one-stops that lay just beneath their feet.

It was cold, wasn't it? If he'd spent any time as Eion in this weather, he'd be as chilled and far more miserable as Albite. But the boy had a good nature, weathered it well, and Faustite only felt a refreshing briskness past all that fire.

"Mmm… Better if we don't go younger. Never been an older brother to anyone before." He couldn't imagine what that entailed; he hardly remembered what his brother was going through at the time, and couldn't frame himself in his brother's place. He supposed it demanded a lot of taking care, of checking in and being protective, and all the aspects that Lysithea took on as his older sister. Or was that a girl thing?

Whatever. Albite was just being distracting.

"Parents are dead. Doubt they're remarrying from beyond the grave. Full brother," he finished with a roll of his eyes.

So many questions for one damn assignment. He thought to chide the boy — oh, but there he was, being cute again. Being nice to him. His expression softened for a moment, and Faustite teleported further down before his betraying face could spell more of a story to Albite.

When he reached an alley running alongside the massive building, Faustite traded his appearance for Eion's. Immediately regretted it, too, for how the cold flooded in and chased all the heat from his bones. He intended to wait for Albite to catch up as Waru, but Eion had to duck inside before he froze to death out there.

He pocketed his phone. Nothing but dumb message from some, or no responses from others. He sighed. How typical. The door openned but the young man paided it no mind, what was however, until someone crashed into him.

Literally.

He cursed. Both in surprise and irritation as his drink met an early demise on the floor. Could this day get any ******** worse?? With another sigh, he turned from the fallen drink to level a glare at the one who crashed into him. Only to blink and look up.

Holy <********>. Why was this man so ******** tall?!

It took him a minute to process that the other man was talking to him. "I..." He started, only to frown. "Is that a short joke?" He knew he was on the short side but, damn. Was he really that small? "It's... okay, I guess. Nothing broken." Just a lost coffee. Nothing that couldn't easily be replaced. "...Are.. you okay at least?" Was was he even asking that? It's not like HE had been the one to walk into someone.

"Nah, all my jokes tend to run long," wait...did that make a tall joke? Were those puns? Waru spent a second questioning reality, just, half-cocked and poised between helping the poor guy up off the floor and hitting the reboot button in his brain so he could grind out an answer that didn't sound insulting. Turns out speaking coherently was a lot harder than it looked sometimes. But that was fine, it'd be fine! He could fill the void of gears turning by shifting his a** and helping the guy on the ground.

"Wha, wait, I'm fine, but are you --" half stammered as Waru reached down to haul the mystery boy up. His own resounding relief to hear Eion's calm contemplative voice from his periphery, he was saved from himself, thank goodness! "Ei! Hey! This is ----" and he was searching for info he didn't have. It was fine, they'd ask, definitely. "--okay, I don't actually have his name yet, but we definitely owe him a new coffee."

Waru knew he had that one right! Owed a coffee, owed a hand up, an apology that sounded a little closer to sorry, because had he even said sorry yet?! Whatever, things to work on later, surely!

"Already have his name," Eion said to Waru without looking at hi. His attention was fixed on the tiny thing that Waru nearly shattered on the ground, bullheaded and bull-bodied as he was. But this one was fineboned as him, maybe more, with yearling limbs and piano fingers. Were he dead and washed up on the shoreline, they would whittle fine flutes from his femurs.

"We were looking for someone like you." Hand on his hip, Eion sized up the mouthy little thing. Temperament matched the family, he supposed — no the original, but the one that came after. Lysithea spit fire, too, sometimes, despite her softness. Perhaps this one was all fire sans comfort.

A shame, but. Families were supposed to have some heterogeneity.

"Need a brother. You'll do, but you'll need to leave all this behind," he explained, as he waved away the rest of the bustling mall. "Shed your name, family, job, house, friends. Better you don't put them in danger.

In exchange, we fill those holes with power. Give you a new name, give you control over who you are, what you'll do. Remake your life into something better.

"What say you?"

A confused look crossed his face when Ei said that he had his name. What... in the world? He seemed to just stare for a long minute after Ei had finished speaking, only to really come back to reality to when the taller one spoke.

"Bold of you to assume there's anything worth even putting in danger." He said, with perhaps more sass then he had intended. Leave behind a life where he was ignored until someone wanted something out of him? An easy out of a shitty job and home? Sign him up. "Say less. You could write me off as dead and I'm sure they wouldn't care." And on the off chance one of them did, he didn't give enough of a ******** about them to care at this point anymore. Let them rot without him. They'd burned the bridge, let them drown trying to cross the water.

His gaze flickered to the taller one. "Keep your weather reports. I already know your head is in the clouds..." Coffee, though... He'd take that. His eyes jumped back to Ei. "Seriously, what is he even made of..." Lucky tall p***k... "... What do I have to do."


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Thrust into the cold, Waru shrugged down a shiver, puffed warm air between his hands as he stepped in line at the trios rear; ever watchful herd dog following Ei round the buildings side.

"Sure thing, Firebrand." a low, warm answer that overode his surprise for Eden's earlier response; his tones fell eager, instead, to step up for the easy order. What a hell of a chance, to bump into someone who barely batted an eye at all their strange demands. ********, maybe they were the worlds answer to bad ends? Good fortunes granted, especially for the sweet, small brunette. Maybe their terrible magic was far less crazy than the real world that surrounded them?

Waru ran a broad hand crost newly minted 'Edens' shoulder, considered the names, Eden and Eion, a soft look for the idea of same-song similarity while he pulled a simplistic looking pen from his back pocket, darkgreens over blacks, silvercapped, a single sigil to adorn it's top. It ended up between his teeth, uncared for as a chew toy. His Henshin equally unglamorous; a swift swath of binds that flared into black fabric and faded like shed velvet, leaving only a Senshi in it's wake.

The burly mans surprise for the show died like the bits of ash'n cinder from the end of his well loved pall-mall.

The cig hit the snow, and the man ---

Albite grinned into the bulge of whites, the roll of black and hazel that swam franticly for freedom in those too wide sockets. No breath would come, no sudden scream, not while he was wrapped so tightly in his magic. Not while there was a hand wrist deep in his chest, squeezing.

Oh, Ei' n Hess had warned him, hadn't they? All the things that could go awry when ones intent was askew. When the energy was too much and all wrong and -- but he wanted that now, didn't he? This wasn't a friend to pull over gently into the arms of endless chilled night; no, this was a man in the way. Abite didn't have time for a body, was far too amped to carefully drain n leave the stranger laying, where he could've just as easily become a cold corpse to get spotted by passersby.

He’d caused all the Sovereigns combined enough headaches as it was, he was sure of it.

Better to make something useful of this one, with all his bulk n bronze, especially when he considered his boys pause for the careless trespasser.

It was far, far easier, to dust a mistake....

Albite poured all his boundless energy in. Until even his broad shoulders sagged with exhaustion; until the cracked open thing before him tucked it's skeletal tail and bore feral fangs his way. Sensed Senshi, and snarled while it curled it's ungainly body, shrunk enough now that it's gangly, spider-like limbs, no longer touched the bits of snow on the ground beneath it.

There. The man was Much cuter now, by his reckoning. "See y'all on the roof, right Eden?" Eion got blown a kiss, and the fresh new youma? Dropped into the snow with little ceremony. <********, he could take a really long nap once they got home. He'd just think really warm thoughts while he waited topside for the inevitable fire, and hopefully? Someone who didn't require a Sovereigns touch. Cause, ******** if it was his own doing, but he was now officially tired.