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"People choose weather or not to be evil." Nihls snorted softly. "But yes I am." He did shoot Bella a sidelong look, perhaps to remind her he was part 'ignorant human', or perhaps because he thought of himself as part monster. Vampires by nature, lost their soul, or something too akin to it for comfort, and that had always left him in doubt to his own nature and fate. He certainly had something of their 'beast' though in him, he knew it was less clear if you didn't know what to look for. "Kapa's are from japanese mythology are they not?" He asked. "I seem to recall hearing that as whole, they're supposed to be exceedingly fond of cucumbers." He noted, with a wink, trying to lighten the mood. "Since I'm rather fond of garlic, I wonder what you think of your own myth?"

"Nah." Quinlan noted, eyes squinted against the rush of wind. He read quite a bit himself, but his zest for something flashier than Nihls dusty music books had given him a taste for Batmans dark heroics, ironic with his fear of Nihls leatherywinged companions, or perhaps a means of justifying them. He's a SUPERHERO. They have cartoons about him. And comic books. Mostly about the first batman. He's a human, and he goes out and fights crazy scary bad guys. He's really cool.

"I'd put my faith in Ms. Bella. It's the people who take the time to see that usualy judge us the best." He jolted in surprise at the screech from off behind them, but didn't realize the sound was actual possible trouble.

"Jas!" Quinlan shouted in surprise, jumping off the merry-go-round after her, and rolling in the dirt as he landed. Not a graceful landing, but not one that did much more harm than a scraped elbow and a lot of dust as he scrambled up to try and check on her.

Blood, but not much of it. Broken bones seemed unlikely at best. Nihls took this in as his gaze shot after Bella, standing up from the edge of the fountain. No just a few scrapes, the utterly normal casualty of childhood.
Quinlan wasn't even crying over his as he dusted himself off, poking at it with a sort of facination. The bold and the battlescarred.
"I'm ok." He anounced bodly, lifting his chin to show off just how ok he was as Nihls walked toward them. "

"A spill then?" NIhls asked as he walked over, eyeing the merry go round as it spun without them. "Were you two trying to run Camptown over here?"

"...No...." Quinlan shrugged. "Jas wanted to see if we could time travel if we went fast enough."

"Are you SURE it's just in books? I mean, Einstein said time is relative...." Quinlan pointed out, adding. "It's a cool bandaid. That was completely worth it. He beamed, somewhat wickedly.

"You're -bleeding-." Nihls pointed out, maybe a little sharply. "Bella, do you have a spare bandaid?" The smell was uncomfortably tantalizing, even coming from his adopted son, and he wanted it covered up with something as unpleasently medicinal and plastic as bandaid material. "I think they're both fine, Lotus, everyone seems in high spirits now that they have their battle scars on display."

"I somehow must have managed to get by without them to the extent that I don't tend to think to carry them, regardless of the rambunctiousness of my charge." he admitted, with a raised eyebrow toward Quinlan, who grinned from ear to ear.

"It's certainly changed things." Nihls agreed, as he followed Bella back to the fountain to sit down. "Though some times I think he's going to drive me to distraction. He says there's a ghost in the woods now. I'm not sure what to make of that. Too many horror stories I think." He shrugged, as they sat back down.

Quinlan rubbed his chin thougtfuly, eyeing the other child and debating what kind of game they might play.
"What do you like to play?" he asked, fishing for information, so that the other boy wouldn't feel terribly left out or bored.