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"I feel the same way about boats..." xp Raven stated as she pulled bread, peanut butter, and jam out of the fridge, slapping together three sandwiches in record time and putting two on a plate for John before tiding the corner off her own.... he'd had his breakfast inturupted after all!

A little bounce in her step she tidied up the counter and tossed the knife in the dishwasher. "If you don't mind honey I will just pop into work and sco.... err, get some paperwork done!" whee

"I trust you Izzy."

“As you should!” With that the two of them continued to make their way down the street as though they owned the place. The entire while Izette seemed to be taking the lead, causing many individuals to part slightly away from the two girls. A great deal of them only seemed to stare as they watched the one punker seem to lead the way as though she owned a parade; and if Izzy had the people she probably would too.

"I don't really know the shops of this time-- I mean, what time the stores close."

“Well that’s easy!” Her first comment was rather strange, but Izette really didn’t seem to mind as she dug out of her cleavage what appeared to be a normal flip phone. With a press of a side button the small monitor on the top light up and caused the numbers to shimmer slightly within her one eye. It was 2:14 PM. They had plenty of time to shop til they drop. “Oh don’t you worry, hunny. We got LOADS of time!”

The two of them giggled as they made their way down the street. Well atleast Izzy was doing the giggling. For some reason Rell almost seemed distant for a moment. All of a sudden, there was something troubling her dark haired friend and the punker couldn’t place her finger on it. Stopping, the punker moved closer to Rell’s face and merely stared at her. This was something that Rell was probably used to by now from her aunt, but seeing as this was the younger version it was somewhat different and foreign.

And than it came out.

"It's why you and I get along so well.. You are Oriel and I's Aunt. For some reason you decided to stick around while my mother was pregnant and while we were growing up. The future you taught me how to knife fight too. Take it or leave it.. You're very loved..."

Well that was somewhat unexpected.

The punker had stopped moving as they reached the outside of the shop and raised her eyebrow at her. It was hard to believe that this girl was from the future; she looked nothing like the science fiction movie time travellers. They were all metal. So being Izzy as she was, there was only one thing to do.


The punker’s laugh echoed through the street causing birds to flutter from the comfort of the trees. Sharply, her hand smacked on her knee as though she had just heard a good joke as she sat up and wiped a tear from her eye. For some reason, as serious as Rell may have been...she wasn’t buying it.

“Of s**t girl, you are hilarious.” At that moment Izette smacked Rell hard in the shoulder. “There’s no way I can be your aunt, we are practically the same age. Ahahaha. Funny. Come on let’s go in, you comedian you.” Still chuckling the punker walked forwards and into the fancy building of Morsel’s. This was time for them to let loose and go nuts. And she was now positive it’ll be that way seeing as it was now obvious that Rell was secretly a comedian as well.

Smiling down to her as she faded away, John felt the normal empty feeling when he could not sense her around him and sighed a little, turning to place his sandwiches down on the counter before turning to open the fridge, placing one hand on his hip as he looked down into it, seeing exactly what they had within it that was still edible...

"I don't suppose she just popped out to get more milk?"

Before blinking as he heard Samantha speak softly behind him. He turned his head to look back to her, spying the wet hair and the towel and immediately turned back to the fridge, his eyes wide as he forced himself not to look - the last thing he wanted was the daughter of his lover thinking he was taking a peek at her out of her clothes.

"Uh, no, she said she had to head to work....she just dropped me off from the hospital." He called from the fridge, spying the half-empty milk carton inside the fridge door. Picking it up, he opened it and gave it a sniff before giving it a shake - the contents were gluggy like wet clay and smelt sour. It had not been touched in several days - he hoped.

"If you'd like me to go get some, I'd be happy to..." He called over his shoulder, pointedly making sure to face the fridge whilst closing it and shuffling his way over to the sink before emptying the contents down the drain, wincing at the gluggy mess clogging up the spout before using his metallic finger to prod it in between the links so he couldn't see Sam...

He stole a glance behind him as he sensed her moving from around the wall, washing out the yucky bottle as he did. Considering it safe, and feeling stupid he over-reacted in the first place, he placed the washed bottle on the edge of the sink for recycling and turned to face her, smiling at her, as if there was nothing at all wrong with him. "Sorry, not used to this whole 'order out' mentality yet..."

He wondered, as she slit her little frame into the bar stool on the other side of the kitchen counter, how she would take the news of her mother remarrying....to him. He also wondered how she would react when she found out how impulsive the decision was...and the reason behind it.

"Sam...do you like me being here?" He asked softly, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded her, his smile wavering a little.

He chuckled a little, a bit nervous and uncertain. "That's not what I...I mean..."

He bowed his head and sighed. He didn't want to talk about this. He wanted....he wanted to be part of this family.

So...he decided to be part of the family. Lifting his head and pulling his long blond hair behind his ears, he cleared his throat and smiled down to her as she balanced precariously on her stool before finding her laptop. "I swear, I think that thing is genetically linked to you now...do you want me to make you some toast? Or pour you a glass of juice?"

John grinned broadly, chuckling as he opened the freezer to pull out the packet of cherry toaster strudel. Samantha Raven may be the avatar of Munin, but she was still a teenaged girl...he found her sudden spurts of innocence refreshing amidst the constant barrage of old world, sage knowledge.

"No coffee!" He said firmly as he took two of the little strudels out of the packet, sniffing them curiously before slipping them into the toaster. "Caffeine messes with my powers...just lots of fruit and vegetables. Get some beef and vegetable stock as well...it would be nice to eat a home cooked meal as opposed to the sea of fast food your mother buys."

He paused momentarily, faltering as he reached for a glass for her orange juice as she spoke of her brain. "W-well....make sure you don't toy with that kinda stuff. You only get one brain...best to take care of it."

The glass clinked a little as he placed it on the counter and walked back to the fridge, taking out the bottle of OJ sand giving it a shake before spinning the cap off and pouring out a glass for her, sliding it over to her over the kitchen counter before placing the OJ back in the fridge, the giant Aesir remaining pointedly silent.

"Hahaha, oh please, your mother isn't that 'flaky'..." John said, laughing a little, raising his hand to cover his mouth as he did. "She can just be a little 'airheaded' at times..."

He blinked as she mentioned her plans. Maybe... "...Uh, actually....I was wondering whether I could tag along with you. I'm not just all lifting weights and punching people you know..." He said with a shrug and a wry grin. "...Wouldn't know my way around the library, though...maybe you could show me around?"

"Norse history. Genetics. Brain physiology. Stuff to do with...with the brain and meta human genetics. Especially in electrical elementals." He said quietly, taking up the sandwich Hono'o had kindly made for him and taking a bite, looking to Sam with sad eyes as he munched on the peanut butter and jelly, sighing a little as he looked down at the thing in his hand - before blinking as the toaster popped behind him.

Placing the sandwich down, he turned and grabbed another plate from the cupboard, taking the steaming hot strudels from the toaster with his metallic hand and placing them on the plate before sliding it over to Sam so it came to rest just beside her OJ, the juice wavering slightly as the plate tinkled against the glass a little.