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"Proper term is moonwalker, if you run into any of them." Jeremiah slowed his pace once they were far enough away from the building, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

"... as for why we don't see more of them? I've no clue, so far as I'm aware this was a recent change. Something that's happened within the month before Blackfriars." His head tilted to really look at her. "You're new to town but have you heard some of the town stories?"

"It does," he agreed, "but so far as I know I've not seen anyone sparkling in the daylight either." Jeremiah gave her a dry look, lips twitched in amusement.

He watched as she kicked a rock and stopped a moment to pick up another. It was rolled between his fingers as they kept going. "There were three teenagers that went missing. Nashua, Mitchell, Winters. Which is arguably where it all started." The stone was flicked off of his thumb towards a nearby trashcan and, arguably, it should have missed.

Except that it seemed to bounce from one thing to another before it eventually plunked into the trashcan.

"The stories are true," he snorted. "All the old stories are, if you listen to some, but at least the ones you've heard about are."

"The old stories, Preacher. Not some old woman being cross. That there was once an Indian Princess who's love tried to return only to die on the return trip back. You can visit her grave marker but people don't believe the story for the most part." His hand flicked through the air, though he was loathe to mention the story.

That nightmare never did truly fade.

"They weren't dream-napped." Blue-green eyes flicked towards Preacher. "They're not truly weird dreams, so much as ..." His head tilted. "The streets are empty and it rains all the time. There are things that you can see just at the edge of your vision. Should you turn your head, there's nothing there."

His lips twitched. "Anything else that is not like that is your own brain but those types of dreams- They have meaning here."

"Haven't you heard? That if you walk the streets enough you end up in that place." Where it rains all the time and the seasons are opposite. "It's as real as a werecat with paws for hands."

Jeremiah's shoulders rolled, trying to ease some of the ache that never truly faded when he was away from home and Algie. "Yes, it is a real story and Preacher ..." He leveled a serious gaze at her. "There are some things around here that the more you find out about, the more chance you'll find yourself involved. That what happened at Blackfriars will be the tip of the iceberg of a larger life change."

Jeremiah blinked, head tilting and studying Preacher suddenly. Mostly due to saying she would not get dragged into spooky s**t and then asking what she did.

"I am not actually comfortable with revealing names of those that I know but I would recommend that you approach those that you saw go upstairs that night. Most, if not all, are aware on some level of just what is going on." His steps slowed to a stop, looking at her seriously. "If you get bitten, yes. You will find yourself transforming the days leading to and after the full moon."

"It is not a code, Preacher, it's respect. I doubt very seriously you would appreciate it if I just name dropped you to someone because you also know about some of this. I certainly would not appreciate it and I expect others do not want to have someone show up at their step going," he paused a moment and then spoke in an American accent, "'So I heard you know about this magic s**t that's going down'."

Jeremiah's lips twitched a bit but he then sighed, moving on to her comment about 'sounds hairy'. "There is likely more to it than that and part of it involving places I'm not quite sure you can even reach yet."

"I would argue that respect is not a code but that's neither here nor there." Jeremiah shrugged, moved on because respect was simply a way of life and how you treated others (as treated them as you yourself wished to be treated).

"The rainy place," he replied immediately, eyes rolling at the comment about secret clubhouse. "If you end up there, then that's something else entirely than you asking about what happened at Blackfriars. You can keep asking and maybe you will learn a thing or two but there simply are things you cannot know or understand until that place is somewhere you've been."

"I've no better ideas for you than that you should be mindful of getting into it." Jeremiah shook his head. "Farbeit of me to advise someone to not look into it but I will tell you that people have died and more likely will." Blackfriars point and case. "It's more than just spooky shite," no American accent this time, "and it can and will, to put it bluntly, <******** your shite up.

"So be mindful, Preacher, and wary. Once you are in deep with this, you are in deep. There is no path back out."