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((Hey, So long as we can move the story along on our own with our funderful little charries, who cares about Mizu? We can revolt, and turn this story into something COMPLETELY unrelated to the original idea! VIVA LA RPLUTION! ...Or whatever.))

Marco was caught off guard by her small smile. She looked really nice when she did, though. He hadn't thought he'd be able to make her do that so quickly; she didn't seem like the type to smile much. Oftentimes sad people took a lot of work to make grin, without just grabbing their faces and pulling the edges of the mouth up (Marco didn't much like that method. It usually just made people frown even more and yell at him.). People who didn't smile a lot could take a considerable amount of warming up to before they would stop being so gloomy. This was, indeed, a big breakthrough, on both members' parts.

He made a face as she called the fireball a 'power.' "A power? I don't think so. It's just something annoying that happens sometimes." He stuck his tongue out. "I wish it wouldn't do that so much. It's really dumb and annoying and stuff." He started to pick at the charred threads dissapointedly, but he suddenly found them being removed from his neck and replaced with a fuzzier, darker scarf. He blinked and looked to her. "Really? Uh. Thanks! You don't have to, really, though. I mean, I don't mind or anything..." He paused, and rubbed the scarf against his face. "Hey, it really is fuzzy!" With a laugh, he grinned up at her once more. "Well, thanks, or something. You look good in mine, anyway. The colour looks nice on you. The yellow, I mean, not the burned black part. You look good in black, I mean, yeah, but you've got enough of it already, you should wear more colour, I think. It makes you look nicer. Not that you look mean or anything or whatever. Just colour makes things look nicer in general. I think."

He pondered Vanessa's offer of joining her for a drink. "A bar? Like alcohol? I dunno. That stuff doesn't taste too great. It's okay for every now and then, but I prefer like juice or something. Not soda. Soda makes my stomach feel all gurgly, and I get like superhyper, like FOOGAZAH! You know? I mean, I know I'm already all crazy hyper, I know that, everyone knows that, but now I'm more like Wazzah! Foogazah's way worse or someth--"

Another woman unsurely interrupted. Marco jumped--he'd been havign so much fun with this new firend that he hadn't even bothered to notice her. She was pretty interesting to look at now, though; a tan and everything. It was crazy neat. "Jumping shadow? Oh yeah! Vanessa here does that." He grabbed onto her sleeve, as though to emphasize which one Vanessa was. "It's way cooler than the fire thing. That one's just stupid. But the shadows are all like vijjyaaaaw!" He swerved his hands to show how they leaned towards the elf. "She's really good at it. It's like ultracool!" He smirked at Vanessa. "Right? Ultracool?"

But before he could go on, the new girl suddenly murmured about people listening and shuffled off. Marco blinked. "Hey--Hey! Where're you going?" He ran after her and got ahold of her jacket, in hopes of slowing her down. "Don't worry about eavesdroppers. They're just bored, and're too lame to not be boring themselves." He smiled assuringly. "They just get their non-boredom by watching people who are cool enough to be interesting themselves!" He shrugged. "It's dumb, and they're dumb for being lazy, but we shouldn't be worried about being interesting! It's good to be interesting! Then you're not bored!" He leaned in secretively. "Trust me. Being bored is one of the worst things, like, ever."

((Aaargh, I always feel like I typed up a hefty post, and it's so DINKY!! WTF.... *grumble*

...I have no idea how British people talk... But I made sure to spell color funny...?))

((Okay, once Amaya gets home, and if she's feeling up to it, we'll get it started. After all, she controls half of the badies!))

((He's at the mall right now... Working with the NAHS to advertise something... I just can't remember what at the moment. He should be getting home soon, and he's supposed to be calling me so we can work on it. If he doesn't call soon, I'll be calling him.

He ended up going to bed before I got home at 1:30 a.m. I'm going to try to post later...))

((Oh noes, Frank is upset! And with SHOUTS NONE THE LESS! That's CRAZEH stuff, aight there. Indeed. That's wackady wacked out, gee.

But it's hot...

And yeah since everyone basically did the yelling I won't. XD I'm not the yeller...bwhaha...I'm the sexy person who sits in the middle to cause distractions and to please the eye.

Like a trophy. I'm a trophy...a...a...SOCCER TROPHY! No one can beat that.

But yeah, seriously...I hate when people promise to post and never do. Hence why I just say "I'll post when I can" and not "I'LL POST TONIGHT! I SWEAR! biggrin CAUSE I WILL SERIOUSLY!...llamas rule"

Okay...I had to spaz for a minute cause I haven't had anything to eat for like a whole day and when Jiffy is hungry she goes like BONKERS...like...A CHIPMUNK!

Chitter chitter...I'll leave now. D: Since I'll make people angry if I continue my POINTLESS jabbering jabber. I'm a JABBER BOX! MY ART TEACHER SAYS SO! D: I'mma gather some nuts for the winter...since I'm a chipmunk...and they do that...as do squirrels. YAY))

((Yes, ladies and gents, my butt is in gear and the next post is underway. I don't think I'll go that long again. Still, I'm going to try to be as good with this post as possible.))

The streets were lit up by the surrounding buildings and street lights. The atmosphere appeared to have actual weight to it. A haze, a mist, spread across the streets in the downtown area. Nightclubs were active and so were many other things that may just be illegal. So much that most people prefer to stay in. People, generally from eighteen to their mid twenties, who wanted to party, went out and done so. There were people on the streets, scattered, no pattern to them at all. Teens going to clubs, drug dealers, prostitutes… the normal night crew.

A young man appeared out of some random alleyway, headed for a specific night club. His sights were set on that and that only. He looked to be a “boy-next door” kind of lad, completely innocent and totally out of place in such a nightclub. The young man had blonde hair, spiked and short. His eyes were an alluring emerald green that could draw people into them. He didn’t look a day older than 16. He didn’t look all that strong, more like he had a lean build to him. He wasn’t that tall at all either. The young man stood around 5’8”. He wore a brand name shirt, brown in color, from one of his obviously favorite stores, “Aeropostale”. He also wore pants with random holes in them. He loved them for some reason.

The young man finally reached the door of the nightclub know as “Midnight”. The bouncer looked at him with an eyebrow raised. He was at an intimidating height compared to the small looking boy. “I’m sorry sir, no one under the age of 18 is allowed in.” A stern and almost mocking voice came from the man.

“I’m sorry… you don’t really know who I am, do you?” The young man’s voice was soft, practically enchanting. He sounded as if he would have a sweet singing voice. The bouncer obviously did not know who he was. “Yeah… well, mate, I’m Zeal Keir. The owner of the nightclub is expecting to see me… in fact, I’m practically her son…” The bouncer turned his head in disbelief, talking in his intercom to some insider.

Not long after, a beautiful young lady came outside. She had layered, shoulder-length, blonde hair that fell neatly to frame her face nicely. Her eyes contained a hint of mystery in them with the several specks of gold within the sea of brown. She was thin with nice curves to her, almost like a model. She was dressed appropriately to the night. She arched her eyebrow at the bouncer, “Why have you not let him in yet?”

“Uh… ma’am… uhhh…” He stumbled across his words making himself look like even more of a buffoon. “He’s under-aged ma’am. By law, I can’t let him in.” He tried making up excuses left and right to keep himself safe.

“Well, sir, it seems as though I should just go in now, huh?” Zeal was rather arrogant about it but not in a harsh way. “Thank you, Lilith.” He acknowledged the gorgeous young lady. He spoke to her with such ease and relaxation while others spoke to her as if they were far lower than her. She laughed a little and waltzed back inside with Zeal following closely. The nightclub looked normal. A DJ, music, a bar, people, etc. This was a normal nightclub, at the moment. Every now and then it hosted a get together of their race and maybe other ones.

“You know, if it were any other person, I probably would have snipped their tongues out but since you’re so dear to me, I’ll let it go.” She gave a smirk. She was obviously the master to the race. “I knew you would make a fine incubus. Your just like me under all that boyish charm.”

“Again, you treat me like I’m your son.” Zeal acted like a son being mocked by his mother. All she did was laugh. She led him up to the VIP room for a little conversation.

“Now… Zeal. I need you to go to deliver a message for me. We’re going somewhere tonight but I need you to do this before we go.” She handed him a letter, enclosed snuggly as to not let other eyes see what was inside. She showed him where to drop it off and out the door he went. On his way out he waved to the bouncer nicely and politely but mocking him deep down. He trotted off, down the streets of London to deliver the message.

((Sorry! I hope this was fast enough!))