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Theirn grinned a little listening his gaze shifting over toward Amon, "well eye at least." He took a bite out of his burger and glanced over toward Trivii again, "I do understand about knee jerk reactions I suppose and taking responsiblity for them." Theirn rolled his shoulders a little, he had been able to keep his cool part of his mind jumped to what could have happened despite his feeling of assurance that it hadn't.

"Was Nell afraid? When she was grabbed?" He paused thoughtfully, "Coal wasn't afraid...angry but not afraid. I thought more then anything I was going to have to figure out how to seperate him and the green one." Grinning a little he gestured over toward where Neph was. Glancing back to Trivii he gave a slight nod, "I can related to the haunted past as well as the reaction."

Coal started to creep up his guardian's arm and along the cat girl's shoulder. Brushing close the wisp attempted to flick at her hair, the motion wasn't violent but more experimental if anything.

Sulfur blazed for a moment, her little fires licking higher and casting long shadows in the grass. This little burst of energy didn't last long before they settled back down. She moved a bit closer to Obli, and her shadowed arms, that looked something like smoke rising from her blue flames, stretched toward him. Sully had just wanted to say hello, she didn't know who any of these other wisps were, and she wanted to. With how rarely she got out it would probably be awhile before she would get this sort of opportunity again.

She was determined to make the best of this chance.

Sulfur recognized a familiar feeling, guardian frustration, and her little flames danced a bit faster with her amusement.

Vance turned to the grill and he closed the lid. It would help the coals stay alive in case they wanted to cook later, it would also help keep errant wisps out of it. He had learned already that they were nothing but trouble and would cause it if given a chance. "Alright then." Now that he wasn't watching the grill, he cast about for a quite spot in the yard. It seemed to him that pretty much everywhere seemed to have people in it. His brow furrowed into something resembling a scowl.

Well if he couldn't get away from people, he'd just stay where he was. At least the company here wasn't... too bad.

Merci glanced up at Algie and she couldn't help the smile. She reached up and ran a hand over the back of her neck, "It isn't anything. I... some people just make me a tad bit nervous." Her voice lowers to practically a whisper and she rolls forward onto the balls of her feet to give her some height, hoping that only the wizard would hear her. "Dio's just being Dio. Teasing me about something that makes me uncomfortable. It's probably the one thing about him I would change." She turned her face toward Athan and Dio, stepping closer to Algie so she could hug his arm a bit tighter.

Nodding thoughtfully Trivii gave his question a great deal of thought.

"I don't think Nell knows what Fear is, she didn't like it, I think if she had a mouth she would have bitten him." Her eyes tilting up a little at the corner she focused on Theirn, "I think he would have deserved it... manhandling a lady like that."

Watching the dark little wisp make his way to her she arched a brow. "Hello Trouble." Her voice purred affectionately even if the look on her face was a little droll.

Nibbling at her burger Trivii didn't have a problem letting the wisp play with her hair, her ear twitch a little.

"One adventure at a time hmm?" The words could have been spoken to the wisp but she glanced to Theirn.

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Whisking up from under the bench Nell quickly settled by her foster mother.

Theirn chuckled slightly glancing toward where Nell was lurking, "I'll have to keep that in mind, have to respect a lady that isn't afraid to bite you after all."

Coal seemed content to fluff Trivii's hair for a time, after watching her ear twitch he continued to move around near her ear attempting to cause her to flicker her ear again. Catching sight of Nell's glitter Coal paused his ear teasing and after a few moments dropped off of Trivii's shoulder attempting to drop down on the other wisp from above.

Theirn chuckled softly though there wasn't much amusement present in the sound, "aye, I've found sometimes that's really your only option. One step at a time..." a touch of a real grin came over his face as he caught sight of Coal attempting to drop down on the other wisp, "I have a feeling...that one there is going to require lots of adventures."

“Well, you certainly make it sound like you’ve gotten around,” Miranda remarked, apparently not in the least put off, “knowing alien languages and all.” She smiled widely, and there was no mistaking she was swaying slightly on her feet, and her gaze was somewhat unfocused.

“Peach-head, let me have a taste of that,” Amon briskly said to Miranda, snatching the can from the young woman’s hands to take a sip. The brew was awfully sweet, for his tastes at least, and the alcohol content … Oh-ho. “I wouldn’t have any more of this than you already had,” he recommended, pressing the can back into Miranda’s hand just as she was opening her mouth to protest. “Especially considering how quickly you’ve been drinking it. And you haven’t had much to eat today yet either, have you?”

“None of your business,” Miranda muttered, glowering at the dark-skinned spoilsport. “I need it. For courage.”

Courage? Amon quirked a curious brow, wondering just what the hell she was up to. Attempting to hit on the boy, mayhaps? “None of my business indeed,” he replied smoothly. “But keep drinking this stuff like that, and you’re going to make yourself be real sick. And if you happen to throw up on my lawn, or my carpets, it is going to be my business. And yours as well.” He shrugged, idly glancing at Rhys and giving a wry smile at the boy’s waving. He did seem a little out of place here, and it was not only because of his wings. “There are teens here who behave a whole lot more like an adult like you do, peach-head.”

“I don’t care,” Miranda snapped, clutching the can still and glaring defiantly at Amon.

“Suit yourself.” Amon shrugged again, giving up. Some people just had to learn their lessons in life (and not drinking strange, literally alien beverages), it seemed. Picking up his plate again he meandered back to the grill, just in time to overhear a certain bit of conversation.

“Did someone just mention ‘coffee’,” he said. “Because I make some wicked good one.” He didn’t really wait for a reply, before he raised his hand, waving. “Someone else in for coffee?!”

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Neph, about ready to lean into Mystic’s embrace again – there was just something about the elder fiend which made her be terribly sleepy and drowsy, aching for a nap even during nighttime – noticed more quickly than Tek might have expected. The previous brushing against her skin had been too brief for her to figure out just who or what it was trying to put her off. But now, that the physical contact lasted, she clearly sensed the sense of mischief which was neither hers nor Mystic’s. Her eyes, about to drowsily flutter shut snapped wide open at once and she glared right at the tentacly fiend.

‘YOU!’ She snapped. ‘Stop bothering me At Once. Or else …’ Or else what? She couldn’t think of anything right now, however, she was quite certain she’d find a way to make the black-and-neon-green fiend feel sorry for having bothered her.

Algie suddenly was sporting a deep blush and was tugging slightly on his collar after the comments by Merci. Was it hot in here or was it the beer?

"Oh no.. I think those days are behind me!" He chuckled, a hint of embarrassed schoolboy lurking in his tone. Merci and Cinder reminded him of a pair of married italian necromancers he knew, but with better intentions. The comparison simply meant that he seemed to sport a permanent blush when he hung around them.

"This is some brew.." He certainly seemed to retain the tint of pink in his cheeks but the evidence of drunkenness was not there. Did he have an amazing tolerance? Wizards could make some pretty strong stuff but honestly he was someone who went from sober straight to wasted with little in between. It was only a matter of when....

Mystic lazily smirked at the little Shadow that had nestled into his arms. He was quite content to hold her so long as she chose to remain there. He shot Tek a sidelong glance with an arched brow.

'That's no way to garner the attentions of a lady,' he warned.

Athan's attention had been entirely diverted to Dio. He was also so full of questions and information it was at times hard to keep up with him. "I don't see why you couldn't pay my library a visit. So long as you promise not to take or touch anything you haven't permission to," he told him with a shrug of his shoulders that was accompanied by a quiet chuckle at Dio's nuzzling of his cheek.

He moved to stand and shook his head for a smile as he made his way towards Merci. Poor dear, she looked somewhat ill at ease. He hoped none of the "children" had caused her any harm.

Reyna was largely quite content to stand back and watch the chaos unfold. She also found herself staring at her own Shadow with a look of curiosity. The shift in personality and appearance was very interesting.