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xxxxxxxDaryl sat down on a bench reading a book as his brother; Declan played his guitar -- not necessarily for tips... the money was just thrown at him. But he gratefully accepted it. "Why don't you sing along with me Daryl?" Declan said while he strummed the strings to his guitar, forming a beautiful melody. "Because singing is a bit of a drag at the moment. I rather be reading." Daryl said crushing Declan's spirit, but regained it as fast as it went. He rolled his eyes at his brother and continued playing his music.

xxxxxxxThe twins both stopped and stared at each other, instantly knowing what the other was thinking. Food. "Fridge Raiding?" Daryl suggested. "How Improper of you." Declan rolled his eyes. "As if you were ever better, Declan." Daryl made a face and closed his book shut. He put in in the semi-large duffel bag and leaned forward deep in thought.

xxxxxxx"What if we went to a tea shop."

xxxxxxx"I prefer Coffee." Declan said tuning his guitar

xxxxxxx"The Tea House is closer than the Cafe."

xxxxxxx"As if you instantly know where your going after only a day here."

xxxxxxx"I actually read the map, Declan." Daryl rolled his eyes and stood up straight. Declan sighed at his brother and put his guitar neatly in it's case. He swung it over his shoulders and stood straight -- all 6'3" like his brother. They stared at each other telepathically argueing whether or not to head over the cafe or the tea house; but of course Declan gave in to his irritatingly stubborn younger twin brother and decided on the tea house.

xxxxxxx"Just not now. I'm not ready to leave yet."

xxxxxxx"Whatever." Daryl sat back down and sighed bored, and went back to reading his books. Declan frowned at him, inhaling deeply and exhaling noisily, "What?"

xxxxxxx"Nothing." Declan went back to his strumming of the guitar and Daryl sat at the bench irritated at the fact he had nothing to do but listen to his brother play.

((We need to think of a way for Sethrian to catch on that she's following because otherwise it's boring. =w= ))

Sethrian made his way to downtown, keeping his head down as he passed through the crowds. Fortunately, people were still a little wary of him and the crowd mostly parted, letting him pass without much of a battle. He really wasn't sure where he wanted to go; not that he had to have a destination. A leisurely stroll was fine with him.

He paused in front of a shop, peering inside the window display--a hand carved chess set with rose quartz and obsidian for the pieces. It was beautiful. Blood expensive, but completely beautiful.

It put his little travel set to shame that was for sure. Not that he could actually buy it, but maybe he should go in and have a closer look.

Sethrian glanced behind when he heard some voice close by saying that everyone should die and become ghosts. He normally ignored the people around him but that was such an odd declaration that he looked up without thinking about it. There was girl standing nearby, one that looked vaguely familiar--perhaps another student. What a completely ludicrous thing to say. Unless she was a nihilist. Though he doubted that. Probably just some girl trying to shock the people around her.

"I highly doubt the majority of the population would agree with that statement," he remarked idly. "Except, perhaps, ghost hunters."

Sethrian raised an eyebrow. What on earth was this woman blathering on about? "No, I do not doubt you are not a ghost," Sethrian said. He couldn't say he didn't believe in them since he knew of several creatures that could, very well, be called ghosts. But this babbling idiot was nothing like any of those.

He froze when she randomly blurted out that he was 'gorgeous.' For a moment, his face went hot. Wh--what!? What was she saying? He almost started to have palpitations right there on the sidewalk when it occurred to him that she had to be teasing him. Seth's face darkened to a scowl. He took his glasses off, leveling his black eyes at her. "I am to believe you find this gorgeous? Don't make me laugh." He leaned closer, glowering down at her. "I do not like being made fun of," he snapped, turning on his heal and starting away from her. This was why he hated people.

It was always like this. Always. She had probably seen him yesterday when he was wandering around, and thought she would follow him today just to prod at him. She probably had a group of friends waiting somewhere in the wings to laugh at him too. They always did.

Astrid Ridell

After he tried to stalk away from the stupid, blubbering fool with the ghost obsession, two things happened that left Sethrian at somewhat of a loss. First, the girl ran through him. Through. Him. As in, she passed right through his body as if one of them was little more than vapor. That was honestly just not remotely normal for pretty much any living species. Secondly, she was gushing blood from her face--something not normal for any non-living species. Of course, that begged the question of just what was she? Because he wasn't sensing any heat from her body at all. While there were some creatures that didn't produce a lot of body heat (he'd once met and ice Ifrit that he couldn't even get close to because of the amount of cold coming off her. It was really a pity, too. She had really huge...tracts...of land.), she didn't look like any that he'd encountered.

He had to admit (rather grudgingly, though) that his curiosity was peaked. But annoyingly, people were starting to stare at them because she was rambling completely outrageous things, and she was bleeding. Sethrian felt a familiar headache settle behind his eyes and begin to throb happily.

"You were attempting to not sound crazy?" Sethrian asked her, disbelieving. "Right. Well done. You failed miserably. He pulled out a handkerchief and held it out to her. "For God's sake, I don't know how you're still standing after that much blood loss, but I suppose the severe lack of blood to your brain does explain something about your behavior.