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Edwin Blut
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Edwin was awoken by Levi suddenly grabbing his arm. "Huh? What?" It took him a second to process what was said. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a weird dream. I think I was your dad, and we were going to buy some oranges." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and looked out the window. It was too early for the moon to have such an effect, right? Still.

"How about you?" he asked, "You seem a bit frazzled too. Weird dreams? And how much longer will we be sitting on this bus?"
 
Yeo-Jin Park


They heave the punk-ass fae on a couch that looks like it costs half her monthly salary. Almost out of place, if the rest of the interior hadn't match the theme.

It didnt take long for someone to greet them, a guy comes through a door sporting the weirdest hair-do she's ever seen, she'd laugh, but there's a dangerous air about him that just screams at her senses. He's talking to them, asking them questions.

Her arm feels awkward, half of her wants to salute or someshit. Another half is just staring at his hair. "One incident; got into contact with the dust, situation had been rectified." She quickly reports on her own behalf. She lets Banks handle the rest.

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A NIGHT BLEEDS
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Out Of Words

Block C | Current Timeline: May 14th​

Tags: Park Maeteris Maeteris Roje Britt-21 Britt-21 Coda Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees
Location: Miami, FL

Banks didn't add much. "He put up some resistance, but was subdued and.. here he is. Had to use one dose of the antidote." Just in case they needed to track it, like the precinct would have.

Key nodded and gestured for the two of them to take a hold of the Fae. "Let's get you all decontaminated, and then we'll move to another room." Decontamination meant moving to the far side where at first, it looked like just a blank wall.

Key pressed a couple of items along the wall, and a panel slid open. A smaller room was revealed, with little cubicles looking like personal shower containment units. Which, they were. "You may keep your clothes on, they'll be dried out after. One per unit, please."

Banks pushed the Fae thing into one and shut the door, then gestured to Park to take the other. There was a button, and when pressed, assuming the door was closed, there would be a great whoosh. Magical shower at your convenience. There was a dose of water, uncomfortable for a moment, then a small vortex of air did a quick, but thorough drying job. When Park and Morgan were done, then he used a unit while his partner kept an eye on the cat boy.

Key led them out of the small room, making sure the panel closed behind, "Follow me, please." The trio was escorted down another hall, and past the guard into another room. Key paused upon entering, but moved to the side, allowing the trio to enter.

The guard closed the door behind, and Key just stood there, face turned in the direction of Roje straddling Coda on the floor. Arms crossed, and he simply waited. Banks was totally taking his cue from Key and stood out of the way, keeping an eye on Morgan and ... waiting.


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Roje heard someone coming to the door, a slight laugh escaping her lips as she turned her attention to said-door and watched it open. “Well would you look who’s back. And we have some new guests.” Roje said as she got up from Coda and before he could get up, she placed her booted foot on his chest to prevent him from getting up “About time you came back. Soda and I here we’re getting real bored and having a bit of a brawl.” It was clear that the vampire did not care what the situation told her Boss and her possible comrades. Roje crossed her arms once again “I’m Roje. This, is Soda.” She shifted a hand and pointed down at the man underneath her foot. Introducing them both to the new faces. “I’m guessing you guys are the people Key was telling me about earlier. I know for sure that cat is my charge.” She nodded in their direction and looked down at Coda.

“Come on, Soda. Get your ass up. Stop slacking.” She moved her foot and gently tapped him with it instead. Torturing this kid just by teasing him had been the best thing so far today. No doubt Key had thought she was trying to take advantage of the kid and get into his pants or some shit. That was just not the case at all, in fact she would have tried harder to do that. Her eyes lifted back up to the small group, giving them a sarcastic smile, knowing very well of Codas next choice of words probably.
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
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Out Of Words

Limo Luxury | Current Timeline: May 14th​

Tags: Indy Rhyme Rhyme | Location: New York

Indy settled uneasily in the limo, jamming her bag between her legs and took the bottle of water from Foster, listening to the cap snap as she opened it but didn't take a drink.

"First class and a free ride... Guess that's one way to ride an air plane for the first time." She screwed the cap back on the water bottle, watching Foster as he adjusted his position. "Get along? Unlikely." But she had a sly smile. "I'm not actually that messy, you know? That mess, it's intentional. Orchestrated. A clean apartment only takes a few minutes to raid, a messy one requires time. Things can be hidden anywhere, it's important to have a messy apartment in the secrets business."

She finally settled, tapping the water bottle on her leg. "So the magician hasn't said yet. Sounds sketchy, but fine. Tell me something else then, Reaper. What's your story? You seem to know a hell'ova lot about me, but all I know is that you're a racoon who eats week-old, soggy pizza."

Foster snorted. "Name's Foster. I was lying about that Reaper sh..crap." He occupied his mouth with some water, taking his time about capping the bottle back before setting it in a cupholder in the arm of the limo seat.

"I just know your name, and you're important to the fixing of the moon. I can smell cat on you, so I know you're some type of .. cat shifter maybe. The magic guy doesn't tell us what others are, that's our choice, guess it helps to build trust or some shi... stuff."

He was really, really trying hard to be mannerly and shit. "I'm a Pocket." Foster beamed for a moment, obviously proud of something, which was revealed a moment later. "I came up with that term. I can change to different animals, only like.. small animals or pocket sized versions of other animals. Okay, maybe not literally pocket sized, like the wolf wouldn't fit in a fuck..damn pocket for real. Just.. smaller."

He gave a shrug, moment of glorious pride quickly over and forgotten. "Dunno, what that would be. All the other shifters I've come across only have like one animal form. Maybe something Fae? I don't know. Pocket's best."

Indy grinned at his poor attempts to monitor his mouth. "That's...I..." Did she give away her lack of knowledge, or not?

Well, if they were heading toward more shifters like herself, she supposed her ignorance would be revealed some time. "I really... I've never heard of anyone like that. I mean... what's the smallest you can go? How many... like us, I guess, are there?"

She paused to take a sip of water, before she froze and a small dribble escaped her lip, causing her to cough. "And--"she spoke around her wheezing, elbow tucked over her mouth. "--I'm sorry, but did you say fae? Like, fairies? Like Tinkerbell? Jesus." Just how big was the world?

Foster couldn't help but grin. Usually he was so opposite of a font of knowledge, but here he was, knowing more than Indiana Jones. Fuck yeah. "There's... so many. I know I haven't met all the types. Just.. it's a world out there full of .. maybe even more supernaturals than humans. Maybe not. Some days it feels like it."

He gave a little shrug, "Then again, some days you're the pigeon, some days you're the statue, amirite?" Snort.

"I think smallest I've gone was.. either a mouse, or a pygmy marmoset maybe. And yeah, there's Fae. Only.. well.. one I met was more like a satyr than a Peter Pan faerie." His head tilted as he looked at her. "You know, most of those movies are bullshit, right? I think they're meant to throw hunters off track."

It was obvious Foster was enjoying his informational high horse, but Indy knew enough about gathering information to swallow her pride. "Well, one day you'll have to show me your mouse form--would love to be the pigeon for once." She laughed. She had always been slightly irritated by the useless nature of her secondary form, had even been slightly comforted in supposedly finding another similarly small like her--but her hopes had been dashed again.

"So, okay. Fairies. And they're not the cute sort. Roger that. But, hunters?"

Foster scowled. "Yeah, bastards thinking anything not human needs to be caged, experimented on, controlled, or just .. terminated."

"Well...shit." Indy sat back, swirling the water around in her bottle as she watched the light of the streetlamps flicker over Foster's face. "You were right, by the way. I'm a cat. Half cat, anyway. Siamese. And don't you dare make any pussy jokes, pocket reaper."

Foster grinned, pleased at being right. Didn't happen a lot. "How can you be half cat? Isn't that like being half pregnant?"

"Dunno, how can you be literally every small creature? Honestly, explains a lot--only being the small guys, makes sense you're always trying to compensate."

They had been in the car for a little while now, the thought of getting into an airplane making Indy queasier as the minutes ticked by. "How many more are there in this weird moon quest, anyway? Let me guess, our driver in Houston is a troll? Or is another escort a genie?"

Foster scowled and there was maybe a small growl released. "Makes sense you're a half cat, trying to find something to complete you."

Pfft. He didn't want to answer her questions now. He had been trying super hard to be mannerly and all that crap. Never worked. Might as well be the foul mouthed little piece of shit he was. "Fuck you."

Indy laughed, leaning in. "Strike a nerve, there?" So much for getting along, apparently.

Foster put his face close to hers, his green eyes about as on fire as they could get, while still being green. "I was trying to be fucking nice and shit, cause you're only half of what you could be. And you're all still spitting and hissing. Don't take out your goddamn feelings of inadequacy on me. Deal with your own shit and maybe you'll amount to something bigger than half a fucking pu... cat."

Foster was far from the first guy to get in Indy's face. Frankly, the fact he hadn't threatened her life was an improvement. Generally speaking, she knew how to handle douchebags like the punk in front of her.

So it shocked her as much as anyone as her hand came sharply down across his cheek, the loud smack filling the car.

"Fuck me?" She hissed, shaking. Slowly, trembling fingertips morphed into claws that gripped the leather seats. "Fuck you, you imbecile. Rule one of any job; get the fucking job done. I'm the failure? Guess fucking what," she wheeled around, slamming her hand on the door handle and pulling sharply as she prepared to throw herself out onto the dark road, not giving a single shit for any potential bodily harm.

The handle clicked.

Indy froze.

It was... locked?

"What the fuck? Hey!" She reached forward and pounded on the divider separating them and the driver. "Hey! Let me the fuck out! Pull the fuck over! Jesus, did you seriously fucking kidnap me?" She was such an idiot. Such a fucking idiot. Sure, they say never get into stranger's cars but here she was, in a limo, and she needed to get out. She turned back to the window, pounding on the glass with her fist as she screamed. The pain was back in her head now, sharp as ever and bringing with it full quakes with rattled the whole of her body. "Fuck you, Foster-pocket-whatever-the-fuck," she finally hissed. Her forehead dropped to the glass, the cool pane only slightly numbing the throbbing in her skull.

Foster felt the slap, it just made him sit back and scowl deeper. He could feel heat on that side of his face, but he was already working on tuning her out. Well, until she discovered the door was locked.

"What?" He tried his door, and sure enough it was locked. He moved toward where the driver was, still separated by a partition, but there were areas to converse with. "What the fuck?"

The driver had been watching in the mirror. "My apologies, but I am responsible for your well being while you are in my car. They will be unlocked when we get to the airport and have come to a stop."

Foster scooted back to where he had been sitting. Green eyes darting over to Indy. His voice was surprisingly less harsh. "Hey. You're fine. Just.. It's fine."

Foster's voice just barely made it over the pounding in Indy's brain. The constant pounding. Indy reared back and smacked her head against the window, the sudden pain putting a freeze to the body quakes, at least.

She reached up and slapped a hand on the partition, speaking through bared teeth. "You're well being a pain in my ass."

It wasn't the driver's fault, maybe. Regardless, she couldn't seem to stop the rage from exploding out of her body. It was like Foster's monologue had triggered something, locked herself within her own body and released the fiery anger that mirrored the blood red moon.

Slowly, she eased back, fingers gripped tightly on the door handle as she turned and met Foster's green eyes through the screen of displaced dark hair.

"The minute this limo stops." She didn't finish. He would get the message. She couldn't leave her goddamn bag behind so she would have to book it in human form. Granted, she wasn't sure she could shift now, even if she tried.

He didn't know, but Foster had struck on her deepest fear. Memories of being trapped in her cat form, unable to control herself...

The shaking started again and she looked away, locking her gaze out the window as she began counting each second.

Foster frowned, part of him wanting to just let her run away, just out of spite. But he had been in similar situations, so maybe he could relate to an extent. So full of rage he was willing to do almost anything if it meant he'd stop feeling, stop thinking.

"Hey. I'm sorry. Half the shit I say is some .. dig at myself. I'd offer to show you some of the other forms, but well. I have to get naked for that first, and we already know you're not a fan of my string bean ratty mouthy toilet brush self so that's not an option."

He was trying to distract her, help her calm down maybe. Maybe what worked for him, would work for her when all he could see was red. Painful, sure, but wasn't anything he wasn't wholly unaccustomed to.

Foster moved to sit next to her, or at least in arm's reach. "Go ahead. Slap me. Hit me if it'll help." Even turned the other cheek for her.

Indy turned at looked at his turned cheek. How old could this guy even be, eighteen? Nineteen? Under legal drinking age, definitely, and she was getting into schoolyard squabbles with him while locked in this goddamn limo.

She leaned back in her seat. "It's alright, man. No fun slapping a guy when he's making it easy." She looked around the floor, finding her discarded bottle of water somewhere between her feet and she picked it up, unscrewing the cap. The rage subsided into embarrassment and shock, more so toward her own outburst. Since when had she been the type to go agro on teens? That limo driver, though; he was a certified kidnapper dickhead.

"Still, might be some validity to this moon shit. You uh," she tapped her leg. "You ever seen those videos of cats at the vet? Growling, little demonic things, in cages and everything? We, uh, I don't really dig confined spaces. Shouldn't have slapped you, I'm sorry. Not your fault this shit is going down." She turned and raised an eyebrow. "Right? Or am I totally about to be murdered?"

Foster was surprised when she didn't take the opportunity to get in a couple more hits. Anyone else he knew would have, but he didn't know many good types.

He scooted back to give her space when it looked like she was calmer. "Nah, they'd have to go through me first. One of my forms is a Tasmanian Devil." Wriggle of the eyebrows commenced then.

Though, "I really should work on learning how to keep my clothes in transformations. Maybe Devlin or someone he knows can give them a little enchantment for the easy route."

Anyway... "Look, I figure.. can't be much worse than my life is at the moment. Get free food, maybe can get some swag out of it all too. Might as well ride the carousel a while."

"Would love to see that." Indy laughed. "You as a Tasmanian Devil, I mean. Not your naked ass. Again." Pause. "That's possible, though? Keeping your clothes through the shift? I mean, I just got used to having clothing stashes everywhere. Pretty sure I have a T-shirt stashed in every alley from Brooklyn to the Bronx."
She rolled her shoulders. "I feel you, though. On riding the carousel. Been there a few times, guess this is just the next round. Is this Devlin guy the ring leader?"

Foster chuckled. "Yeah, though I hear some never learn how, so maybe it's mostly a magic enhancement thing." As for Devlin, "Ring leader, I guess. Haven't met him in person yet. Talked to his daughter on the phone. She gave me your information and arranged the limo and tickets."

So maybe they were in the same boat more than Indy already thought. Seems he also got roped into something without knowing all the in-and-outs. Better to be together in ignorance, she supposed. "Makes sense. What about you though? You seem to have a little city in you, or you more of a home-grown type?"

Foster gave a shrug, yawning once before replying. "I've lived in the city more than I haven't lived in the city. Is that what you mean?"

His own yawn triggered hers, her jaw aching after all the yelling. "Fair enough... Can always leave the team bonding chats for later"--another yawn--"partner."

The city lights were starting to swirl together as Indy found her trembling had fully stopped, muscled weighed down against the car seat. She blinked wearily, struggling to keep her eyes focused on Foster's shape, his features swimming in front of her. A small flame of cognizant panic welled up in her gut but her mind pushed it away. "Hey... I, uh, that water..." Her head slumped forward, eyes shut as her hand reached over one last time for the door handle, only to fall flat on the seat.

Foster hadn't heard the last, for he was also passed out, head back against the seat.
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God dammit shit fuck.

What did he focus on first? The warmth of Roje's thighs pressed up against his abdomen? The dizzy tide of blood evacuating his higher functions and returning to more primal regions? The fact that fucking Key was standing right fucking there, not even deigning to utter a sign of scorn?

The answer, of course, would be none of them; Coda would need a functioning brain to focus, and his brain had quite suddenly gone out to lunch.

A flash of awareness swept through him—he still had at least one functioning synapse, it seemed—as Roje's weight lifted away, but before he could leap to his feet and try to save face, she had planted her boot firmly on his chest, holding him fast. He gritted his teeth, fury bubbling up within him as she frivolously explained the situation and, of course, introduced him to the others (there were others, he realized dimly, not just Key) as the dreaded Soda.

"That's Coda," he snapped, smacking her foot away as she playfully tapped him with it. In a huff, he leapt to his feet, and another wave of dizziness rippled through him as his blood scrambled to reorient itself in his body.

Through wobbly vision, he pointed aggressively at the unfamiliar shapes. "Coda, not Soda, got that? And whatever you think you just saw—" He bared his teeth, all hackles bristling in defense. "—forget it, because you didn't!"

Now that his vision had started to settle, he could discern faces on the figures fanned out behind Key: a woman with brown hair and a casual stance, some older man with close-cropped hair and a whiskered face, and a kid with a curly mop of dark hair (not that Coda was in any position to pass judgment on the tidiness of another's hair—though his wasn't curly, at least). He narrowed his eyes at them, immediately suspicious, immediately straightening his spine and squaring his shoulders in an attempt to deflect the embarrassment scalding his ears. Rather than acknowledge them directly, Coda resentfully addressed his superior: "Key," he said, low and caustic, "you didn't say anything about three charges."


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A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Thirsty Thursday | Current Timeline: May 14th​

Tags: Evelyn Maeteris Maeteris Maylee Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees Allison bread-and-butterflies bread-and-butterflies
Location: Wright Wranch

The day was uneventful, truth be told. Shia checked on Evelyn and Maylee, and let them know when lunch was ready. Devlin had a rough night, so he was sleeping off the resulting migraine. Shia was the one to let them know a few more should be arriving sometime that evening.

Tilly announced she'd be making a little extra, trying to stay ahead of the head count expected for dinner. Tonight's meal would be roasted duck, with all the usual trimmings expected, and should be ready before the sunset. She made extra precautions because of the moon and how it affected more than just Devlin now.

He did emerge from the darkened depths of his bedroom late afternoon, early evening. His hair was a little more bedraggled than before, his forehead bore a couple more creases. Still, he managed to give a warm smile to Evelyn and Maylee when they appear for dinner.

"I hope you had a relaxing day. Uh.. we should have more, right Shia?" He was a little confused on the days sometimes, visions kept him off kilter more often than not.

Shia nodded and helped guide the man to a chair. "Yes, according to last communication, Bug, Leviathan and Chase should be returning tonight or in the morning." He made sure Devlin had a glass of water before he'd see if Tilly needed help setting the table.

"I've checked and there are still rooms available and ready." There were a total of ten bedrooms between the two floors, and a couple of other rooms which could be quickly converted if need be. The hope was they wouldn't be here long enough for it to be an inconvenience.

Just as everyone had settled in at the table, lights of a car pulling into the driveway flashed briefly through the room. Shia was going to get up and see who it was, but Devlin was already standing. "I'm okay. I'll see who it is."

So when Allison pulled up and parked the car, Devlin was walking out the front door. Bug handed Ally her phone back, chittering happily. "That's Devlin!" And in a moment, he was out of the car, forgetting to close it behind him in favor of moving to hug Devlin.

Devlin gave the man a back pat with one hand, with a chuckle. Wasn't the first time. Then Bug stood to the side, facing Allison, waiting for her to get out of the car before he introduced her. "This is Obi Wan Ally!" And then he 'whispered' which wasn't really a whisper at all, as much as it was a leaning in close acting like he was whispering. "She's my mentor!"


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Yeo-Jin Park


What was happening?

Jin is trying to reel in her thought processes after the bossman Key opened the door to another room, revealing two guys one of which turned to be a well built woman straddling the definite guy on the floor, and then pinning him with her boot.

The room stinks of something, and it wasnt hormones gone rampant. Something else, dirty and just acrid to her nose, she'd clamp her fingers around her nostrils if it didnt make her look like a milk-snogger. They introduced themselves--rather the woman did--as Roja and Coda, the latter vehemently saying it's not Soda. Not the kind of joke she'd make honestly if the guy at the butt of it looked remotely intimidating like him. She finally realizes that he's the one that smelled weird.

Jin purses her lips and dug her heels when he comes close to address Key. Her instincts tell her to back off. Back away! Swim! But she endures, holding in a sigh when he backs away a little.

Banks is acting weird too. Too quiet for him, he's usually all smiles and laughs but she guesses this was the break he'd been looking for. And good for him, honestly Park doesnt hold that against a friend. But shit, this is all kinds of shady. She's never needed to meet the people before and preferred it that way.

"I'm Park." Should she shake hands? The guy called Coda looks menacing, he'd bite her arm off probably, and the woman looks like she'd about do the same and probably more. Jin couldnt decide which was worse.

In the end, she just holds Morgan and keeps quiet.

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A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Block C | Current Timeline: May 14th​

Tags: Yeo-Jin Maeteris Maeteris Coda Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees Roje Britt-21 Britt-21
Location: Miami, FL

Banks couldn't help but have a grin of a slightly lewd kind when they walked in on the woman straddling a guy. "Heh." When the guy made a point to call him Coda, not Soda, well, the opposite stuck in Banks head. But he gave a nod of understanding anyway. He understood, just wasn't likely to heed it.

"I'm Griffin Banks." What? Sometimes he liked to use his first name, though honestly he might see about changing the spelling. Gryphon was more epic that Griffon.

Morgan, meanwhile, was having his own little internal fit. For those with the goggles, or Fae sight, his cat ears would be seen flicking almost wildly about. His tail was kept close to his body, as if afraid it'd be grabbed and used against him.

Morgan remained quiet, pretty sure it wasn't up to him to introduce himself, or even if he should. What the hell kind of jail was this? Okay, so he had to say something. "Don't I get a call to a lawyer?" Yeah, that's it! "I want my lawyer."

Key finally responded verbally to everything. His tone was calm, maybe deadly calm, as he spoke without looking at the Fae cat. "First, please straighten the mess you have made Roje, Coda." Nearly said Soda, not going to lie.

"Second, this is Morgan, and he is soon to be Roje's responsibility." He looked to Park and Banks then, "Please check him for dust particles." If the collar and cuffs worked, there wouldn't be any. And sure enough, there wasn't, at the moment anyway.

"None." Banks responded, wondering if this was it for them then, sounded like they were handing over the kitty cat.

Key gave a nod of his head, his hidden gaze once more on Roje and Coda. "Good. I.." There was a small buzzing sound, and Key pulled out his phone to check a message. The following sigh dropped the temperature in the room by a couple of degrees. "..have something to take care of."

Key moved toward the door, half a mind to leave them all at it and let them sort it out later. "Roje, please assume responsibility of your charge, you may want to borrow Park or Banks' goggles." A gesture to the fridge and rest of the break room. "Park, Banks, please help yourself. I need you to stay here for the moment. And Coda.."

Key's gaze swung to Coda. "These are not your charges. Clean this place up." And then he was out, letting the guard close the door on the five of them.
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Roje found it quite cute at how mad Coda was at her. He made it too easy to pick on him and get him all riled up. Clearly he wasn't happy with Key, but she turned her attention to those who gave their names out. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to both Parks "Nice to meet you." and then shifted her eyes to Banks "You as well." when her charge mentioned a Lawyer, she let out a 'tch' while Key gave her and Coda an order to fix up the room. Eh, not a big deal, could be done within just mere seconds with her vampiric speed. When Key said to assume her charge, she rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips "Sure thing, Boss." after he spoke some words to Coda, she let out a laugh because he straight up got told to clean up the place. "Sorry kid. I'll help you in a minute, gotta play bodyguard." with that said, she walked away from Coda and to her charge, narrowing her eyes a little bit as she picked up more of the Cat smell with a sweet scent to it as well. It was a very odd combination and she really didn't appreciate it.

Being careful not to step too close, she took a good look at her charge. Taking in everything she had to, like his facial expressions, his actions. He was in cuffs and a collar, which she took clear note of. "I'm your Lawyer. Though I cant give you a guarantee you'll like what I have to say for you." looking over her shoulder, she looked at the futon and then back at her charge "You can sit there. We can have a little chat, get to know eachother." Roje herself wasn't sure if he could tell if she was a creature of the night, but either way, he would find out one way or another "Also stop panicking. We're not gonna like, Murder you or something." moving away from her charge, she went and helped Coda fix up the room, trying to get it accurately back to how it had been before. She moved to the kitchen and closed the cabinets that she left open due to Coda's charge attack.

"Parks, Banks, can you tell me how the little kitty treated you guys." she said, turning to look at them "I want to know every little detail he did. It determines the force I need to use with him. If he was a stubborn brat and ran for his life, he's gonna get a nice beating if he pulls that shit on me." obviously, she spoke as if he wasn't in the room "From how he's acting, I doubt he was the least bit compliant." her expression held no playfulness, she was quite serious about her charge now. Knowing he was finally in the palms of her hands, she had to set aside unnecessary actions and had to make sure he was on the safe side. Granted he was safe in the building as it was, and with the people in the room (Almost cause Coda). But that didn't mean something wouldn't happen at any given moment.​
 
Allison Hagan
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Allison about rolled her eyes as Wright Wranch came into view. Ah, yes, this was more what she was expecting. A huge estate, carefuly manicured to look “rustic.” Tsk. The obsession rich people had with looking fashionably poor was one she'd never understand. This false front immediately put her back on guard about the magician she was going to meet.

After putting the car into park and turning off the engine, she got her phone back from Bug and shot off a quick text to her mom: We're here. Be in touch soon., along with the address. She occasionally glanced up at the man Bug had identified as Devlin Wright as she collected her things from the car.

He looked about her age, and his dress was casual in a way the ranch was not. And he looked...tired. Interesting. Not necessarily trustworthy, not as of yet, but interesting.

Her things gathered, Allison stepped out of the car, smiling at Bug as he introduced her, though her smile faded to a more neutral expression as she turned to face Devlin. She walked towards the magician. “I'm Allison Hagan. And you must be the man with all the answers.” Her tone was dry, and she reached out for a handshake. “Is this your place? It's very, ah, well-maintained.”
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How he hated the way Key looked at him. Like he was nothing.

"These are not your charges," he said blithely. "Clean this place up."

worthless pawn.​

Coda's fists tightened at his sides, and he wished he could burn a hole clean through Key as the man turned his back

I'll show you to turn your back on me—

and let the door snap shut behind him once again.

The hot, bubbling rage he had been awash with crystallized into something cold and trembling, an icicle preparing to plummet and shatter off the edge of an eave. He was angry. Angry at Key's condescension, Roje's teasing, the coven's habit in general of jerking him around—was he useful to them or not?—but more than anything, he was angry at his own...

...everything.

Coda gritted his teeth as he turned sharply to gather up and reorient the chairs he had displaced. With each step, thin susurrations swirled about his head, the omnipresent audience spitting their scorn. Schoolboy, mama's boy, and an errand-boy.

He kept an ear faintly on Roje's conversation with the kid she had been tasked with babysitting. Midway through, she paused to help him tidy up the room, and he glanced sharply at her, hissing through his teeth:

"I don't need help."

She paid him little mind, clearly occupied with her charge and the other two agents in the room. Coda felt strange, separate, small, as if there was something everyone in the room knew except him.

There's nothing wrong with you, -̵̪̣̩͕̐̏-̥̑ͅͅ-͕ͦ͝ͅ . You're just like the other kids.​

Coda shoved the last chair back into its place with a harsh noise, hoping it would be enough to scatter the flies in his head for the moment. Moving closer to the others—but not too close—he leaned up against the wall and stuffed his hands back into his pockets, watching the group through sharp, hostile eyes.


coda.

half-demon

 
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A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Block C | Current Timeline: May 14th​

Tags: Gavid Absurdisan Absurdisan
Location: Miami, FL

And this is where Key had visited Gavid, sat down for a moment, intending it to just be a brief meeting. Then Gavid was ready to meet the others instead of relaxing. Key opened his mouth to speak when there was a buzzing from his phone.

A poignant pause, then Key pulled his phone out to read the text message. A heavy sigh, then another before the phone was tucked away. This was so below Key's paygrade, so to speak, dealing with this whole group full of shenanigans. And more still to come.

He was more than ready to add Gavid to the mix. Let Gavid be the main watcher. "Okay. Let's. It's going to be a larger group than expected, but we adapt. Hmm?" He led the way out of the room and began walking down a hallway.

"Looks like it will be a group of possibly eight, not counting you and I. We are the most seasoned, and from headquarters. Three, possibly four, will be in the suppression units." Also known as the collar and cuffs the Coven designed.

"Two of the additions are shifters, who will be arriving soon. I don't know the details on that, just received word about them. Another is .. one of our agents, who had issues, went through some retraining and has been in a holding cell. I'm not sure if they will want the suppression units on her or not. I'll check after I've introduced you to those who are already here."

Key stopped midway down the hall, they could see the door ahead, with the one guard standing outside. "The ones you are about to meet, a vampire, a half demon, a Fae duster, a shifter, and a magician. The latter two will be offered a choice, so they may or may not be along for the ride." Key gave a little shrug of his shoulders, then turned and continued toward the room.


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A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Thirsty Thursday | Current Timeline: May 14th​

Tags: Evelyn Maeteris Maeteris Maylee Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees Allison bread-and-butterflies bread-and-butterflies
Location: Wright Wranch

Devlin gave a smile and moved to shake her hand. His voice was as warm as his eyes when the smile crinkled the corners. "Thank you, yes. I need to tend the garden a little better, but.. I have been a little preoccupied."

There was the chuckle, and then he was moving aside, holding the door open for her and Bug. "Please, come on in. We were just about to have dinner. You can set your bags by the door, and I'll introduce you."

Bug trailed behind, chittering and chirping merrily. Devlin led the way to where the dining room was. "Please, welcome in Allison Hagan, this is Evelyn Harper, and Maylee Song. And Shia. And this is.."

"BUG!" There was the sound of a chair toppling backward as Shia stood up abruptly, sending his chair to the floor. It wasn't his concern though, as he rushed over to where Bug was. His expression was alarmed.

Bug was startled but smiled and thought Shia wanted a hug. So he held his arms out to either side, but Shia grabbed his arms and held them. "What.. what have you been.. oh my god. Bug." His voice sounded absolutely heart broken.

This worried Bug, a lot. Eyes grew wide and he grew still, "Did I do something wrong?" What did he do? He looked to Devlin and Ally, before glancing back to Shia who was turning him around, then stepping back.

Shia held up his fingers in that frame pose, to get a better look at Bug. His voice was a little more hushed, like someone who couldn't believe what they were seeing. "Devlin.. he's covered in them now." He turned to use the same frame on everyone else in the room.

"No one else, just Bug." Shia dropped his hands, running them through his hair. It was the most unsettled anyone had seen Shia before. "Bug.. Bug.. How do you feel?"

Bug chittered, hands toying with his shirt, still not sure what was going on. "I'm gooooooooood? I mean.. You know.. got a lot of energy. And uh.. Obi Wan Ally kept me from a bug zapper and.. it's.. what's going on?"

Devlin frowned, "You're okay, Bug. Come on, go sit at the table and eat." He looked to Shia, "We'll sort it out." He maintained a calm tone, but was worried as well. Shia was distressed, but he did return and fix his chair, though he didn't sit.

"I'm going to do some research, my apologies." Devlin gave a nod, and Shia moved to return to his room upstairs. Tilly was setting the table, and adding in the two additional places.

Devlin gave a heavy breath before offering up a smile. "Sit, you're just in time for dinner."


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A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Heading to Block C | Current Timeline: May 14th​

Tags: Winnie Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees | Location: Colorado ✈ Miami, FL

Winnie's day might have started out like any other day, but by lunch it was changing drastically. She was instructed to don her leg and pack the little belongings she had in the drawers. A bag was provided to her with the instructions that she was being moved.

Even with her retraining, the magnitude of the mistake made on her last mission had warranted caution. So the suppression collar and cuffs were put on, cuffs over her gloves just in case. And then she was walked out of the building and to a waiting limo.

There was a trip to the airport in silence, followed by the boarding of a private plane. Only then, once she was settled into a seat, and they were taking off, did her handler explain what was going on. "You've been requested at headquarters. We're flying to Miami, where you will join others on a flight there."

Winnie was allowed a drink and a small snack box, with a sandwich, chips and a chocolate chip cookie. "I don't know the reason why, but once you reach headquarters, your new handler will be waiting for you."

The handler looked at her, silent for a moment before adding, "This could be another chance, or the end of the line. I don't know. I'm hoping it's another chance. Everyone deserves one."

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Allison Hagan
expectant Wright Wranch outfit Devlin, Bug Out Of Words Out Of Words + Evelyn Maeteris Maeteris + Maylee Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees

Allison dropped her suitcase at the door as instructed, wondering how many employees Wright had working for him at his “Wranch.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. At least they'd finally gotten here, and maybe she could get some real rest – assuming Wright didn't keep any bug lamps around, at least.

When she was introduced to the others, she dipped her head in the suggestion of a bow as the names were listed off, until Shia's outburst. The gesture he used for his spell was one she'd never seen before, though it was reminiscent of some “true sight” spells some members of her coven used – which made sense, given what he was saying. She'd been with Bug for the past couple of days and hadn't noticed anything, what could have happened? When Bug looked to her she returned the glance, wide-eyed and as confused as he was, for once.

Nonetheless, she waited patiently for some explanation from either magician. Instead of elaborating any further, however, Wright brushed it off, telling Bug to sit down and eat, while he and Shia exchanged meaningful looks, the latter leaving to do some “research.”

Allison took a seat at the table, but she wasn't about to let this drop. No one would be withholding the truth from her new apprentice. “So, Bug suddenly has more of these 'moon tethers', I'm guessing?” She gave Wright a pointed look. “I think he deserves a little more detail about that.”
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In the end, it seemed allowing the wolf to run free for a while had only made her more restless.

Maylee's legs wouldn't stop bouncing at the knees as she sat in the dining room, once again awaiting a lavish home-cooked meal prepared by Tilly's hands. It was all starting to be a little embarrassing, to be honest—Maylee hadn't dined on such rich food (and in such generous portions) in—well—her entire life, and she couldn't help a twisting, uncomfortable sensation that this was all somehow being wasted on her.

All of it, really—this was an elaborate show, to be sure, all building up towards the vague assertion that she was somehow integral to the fate of the world. It was so lofty, so fantastical, that she was again beginning to wonder whether it wasn't all some elaborate prank, or at best a grave error—at what point would she need to shamefully tell Devlin that he had gotten it wrong, that she was just a human girl who cried too much, a human girl whose own mother didn't want her, a human girl with no place beside magicians and elves and the real shifters who had been born as such?

It had been three years, but still she had been unable to shake the feeling that she was an impostor. No matter how she bared her teeth or lashed out her claws, inside she was still that little human girl, too weak to save anything, let alone the world.

Her attention shifted rapidly when Devlin entered the room with their new guests: a crisp, keen-eyed woman named Allison and a man called—

She flinched in surprise when Shia suddenly cried out at the man, an ebullient character apparently named Bug (the name gave her slight pause, but there were far stranger things at hand than an unusual moniker). There was something wrong with him, he said—he was covered in them.

A shudder rippled through her like a breeze through curtains. Them—were those the strange veins of magic Shia had mentioned before? Had this Bug somehow grown more? What in the world could something like that mean...?

Her heart was clenched in consternation as Shia excused himself for more of that vague research he had mentioned and Devlin directed the clearly-uneasy Bug to sit at the table. As she took a seat at the table herself, the woman called Allison probed Devlin for further information on Bug's condition, clearly concerned for her travel companion and impatient for answers.

Be patient, Maylee had told herself, again and again, over the last few days, but the elastic band within her had been stretched to its limit, and all that was left was the inevitable snap.

The restless energy within Maylee stirred up again, clouding her thoughts, and before she could bite her tongue, she was speaking.

"I... I agree with Allison."

She glanced up quickly at the others, startled at the sound of her own voice, and then lowered her gaze, teeth gritted and hands resting on the table. "I... I appreciate the hospitality. I really do. You've been nothing but kind since we arrived here, and... and I don't want to sound ungrateful, but..."

Her hands clenched into fists.

"...I didn't... I didn't come here for hospitality. I know—I understand—you want to wait until everyone has arrived to explain things, but..."

Her cheeks were hot with frustration, and Maylee could only hope she could keep her usual frustrated tears at bay, too.

"...but you have to understand that we—we can't see what you see, and—I'm sure I could never understand what you and Shia see, but... you can't understand what it's like to be in the dark like we are."

Her fists squeezed tighter.

"If this concerns all of us... I'm sorry, but we have a right to know. We aren't children sitting and waiting for our turn at the water fountain—"

And then a sudden pain lanced through her hands, and Maylee flinched, pulling them abruptly up from the table and unfurling her fingers. In her frustration, her nails had begun to sprout into claws, biting into the skin of her palms as they outgrew them.

The heat in her face lingered with embarrassment and shame as she recognized her sudden outburst. Sinking a bit in her seat, she clenched her hands together in her lap and stared down at them, unable to meet her companions' eyes. "Sorry. That was rude," she said in a low, tired voice. "I guess I'm just... really on edge about this whole thing."


maylee song.

hunter | werewolf

 
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A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Tags: Clementine @AsherMasher | Location: Paradise, Nevada​



Once Clementine arrived home, there was a car on one side of the driveway, next to the station wagon her grandparents tended to use these days. It was an older model black Trans-Am, with tinted windows. It looked like it had been taken care of as a lot of work was put into it.

Inside, in the living room, her grandfather and grandmother were seen first, sitting in recliners. They were talking animatedly with someone not in the line of sight until one peeked around the partial wall which served as a room separator.

On the sofa, facing Clementine's grandparents, was a teenager, apparently her age. He had black hair, styled a little messy, dressed in black jeans and a red tee shirt. He had some type of hat in his hands that he was toying with.

Grandmother saw her first. "Clementine! Oh, your friend Ash was just talking about the class he shares with you. Come say hi." Ash turned his head and started to stand up with a smile when he saw Clementine standing there.
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A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Leviathan Black

Tags: Edwin Thropian Thropian | Location: 🚌 Houston, TX (May 14th)​


Levi rubbed at his face again before pulling out his phone. "Uh, let's see. Not too far, maybe an hour out actually?" He grinned, eager to get back to the ranch and maybe, just maybe, have some time to relax.

"I hope we get there for dinner. Devlin has this cook, Tilly. Oh, she can cook." Levi was pretty sure his stomach rumbled just thinking about it. "Melt in your mouth roast beef, and the fish she can make... oh lawd. That fish is a comin'."

Levi laughed, a chuff more than a chuckle. "And yeah, had some weird dreams, but.. that's not really unusual with this moon. Though.. it sure felt real." He rubbed the side of his face, maybe with a hint of a churring noise slipping out. Not a purr, not a chuckle, but a combo of the two.

"Hmmm.. How about you, Pops? Sorry.. just .. feels like I should call you that." Levi nudged Edwin with an elbow. "Old man."

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A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Absconded!! | Current Timeline: May 14th​

Tags: Indy Rhyme Rhyme | Location: New York ✈ ???

When Indy and Foster came to, it was to a low rumbling noise, with the occasional motion. First, their head would ache like they had some type of hangover. Eyes felt heavy, and it would be difficult to blink away the sense of overall grogginess.

Second, they were on an airplane. Looked to be a small, private plane, and they were in the front seats, aisle, one on the opposite side as the other. Third, their cuffed wrists were bound to the arms of the seat. Oh, and there was a collar around their necks to match the cuffs on their wrists.

They also weren't alone. Aside from a couple of flight attendants, their 'limo driver' was in another seat, but it was difficult to get a good look at him. Turning around with a limited amount of motion made it a little painful to hold the position.

"Welcome." His voice carried mirth, as he had to have been quite amused at their little squabbling and naivety. "Your collar and cuffs prevent you from using your abilities. You can try, that's fine, knock yourselves out, but.. it won't work. So relax, and maybe I'll let Laura give you some food and drink."

And as if in afterthought, he added, "Oh, and if you two wind up being as chatty as you were on the drive over, I have duct tape. It is proven to keep mouths shut."

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Indy
Tags: Out Of Words Out Of Words
Location: Who? We don't know her. ​
Indy gradually came back into consciousness, eyes squeezed shut as a low rumble filled her brain. She must have drank too much after closing the bar... Did she fall asleep in her chair? And God, hadn't she gotten rid of that crappy fan? She tried to reach out and turn off the rumbling fan beside her bed, but found her hand trapped under cool metal and barely able to move a few centimeters upward.

A slow, sludge of thick apprehension filled her veins and convinced her to open her eyes, the scene in front of her swimming for a few seconds before finally coming into enough focus to process her surroundings.

That rumbling wasn't her fan. Memories of her night, of her argument with the shifter boy--Foster, where was he--there. On the other side of the aisle, his gaze similarly weighted and hands also cuffed to the chair.

Had they...Last she recalled was the limo, their argument, and...

She nearly called out to Foster, but a voice interrupted her.

"Welcome." Indy jerked her head back, wincing at the headrush and accompanying sharp pain in her neck as metal met skin.

That fucking limo driver. So either I really just set myself up to be kidnapped, or Foster is a fucking idiot who didn't background check his driver.

"Your collar and cuffs prevent you from using your abilities. You can try, that's fine, knock yourselves out, but.. it won't work. So relax, and maybe I'll let Laura give you some food and drink." What she wouldn't give to dig her claws into his smug face and carve it like a Halloween pumpkin.

"Oh, and if you two wind up being as chatty as you were on the drive over, I have duct tape. It is proven to keep mouths shut."

Her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Indy coughed, each coming out in short wheezes. This wasn't the first time someone had attempted to drug her, but goddamn had she evidently picked the wrong time to let her guard down. "Am I allowed to ask where we're going?" Her voice was raw, each word significantly less secure on her tongue than the last.

"Lay over in Miami." What an overflowing wealth of information. There were those who could be milked for info, and those locked up so tight they only shit once a month. Evidently, this was a case of the latter.

"Wonderful. I'll take the duct tape then, you limp-dicked Dr. No knockoff."
 
Maddox Ward (Leif Hjalkarssen)
Location: Steakhouse on the way to TX
Tags: Chase Moon ( Out Of Words Out Of Words ) ​


The walk from the truck to the steakhouse building was a reminder that no matter how pure Chase's blood was, it wasn't the final solution to all the problems. The air was warm, dense, as if high in humidity, but occasionally a sliver of cold wind would swirl by them, unnatural. Breathing wasn't as easy as before the sun had set, and while Leif didn't hear any singing voices, it felt like whatever was chanting before was now lurking in the shadows, just waiting to resume it's macabre singing, not gone, but hiding. It felt as if that night would have been considerably worse than the others, was it not for Chase's generous offer. The shifter, too, seemed to be doing noticeably better, so it'd been a win-win.

Once inside, the atmosphere felt almost normal again, away from the reach of the crimson rays, though some of it's influence could still be felt. They were directed to a booth (because it's way better than a regular table, of course), and Leif would let Chase take his time with the food, but would skip it himself this time. Food had lost a lot of it's appeal to him over the years, and the discomfort brought by the moon's presence made it all the less interesting.

Instead, he kept watch on everyone inside the building, workers and customers that walked in and out. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but he kept having the thought that maybe they'd been followed, or some hunter decided to dine at that same place. Of course everything seemed normal, if you're tailing someone you obviously want to look ordinary.

"Been feeling paranoid lately too?" he tossed the question casually, though his eyes kept scanning the place whenever any movement occurred. "Actually, I might be asking the wrong person." he quickly added with a chuckle and a glance to Chase. The shifter hadn't really been much of an example of caution; not a complaint. "Or maybe I am poisoned, after all." it didn't sound like he actually believed in it, though the thought did briefly cross his mind.

Those thoughts hadn't really been present like that before, or he'd never have agreed to go with Chase. Maybe it was the third quarter moon, would make some sense if the different phases affected them differently. The sound of heartbeats was now louder, but still very much manageable. He placed an order for a beer to hopefully help distract him from the lurking thoughts.
 
Yeo-Jin Park


“Yeah, you too.” She side eyes Roje, who seems cool, easygoing. But in all honesty, Park wouldn’t want to mess with someone who could pin down Mr.Coda there. Literally anyone in this room could take her on, even Key probably. Oh, don’t think she’d miss the literal breeze of cold wind when he was brought bad news. She’d hate to be the bearer of news for this gig.

Roje approaches them, Park naturally holds in the urge to recoil from the close proximity. The man, Coda, silently cleans the mess up while Roje is having her own thing with Morgan about lawyers and murder. I don’t think lawyers work that way, Park thought, but held her tongue.

“Just about as you’d expect with cats… Errr… Ma’am.” She hesitated for a second before adding it in cause why the hell not. Couldn’t hurt to earn herself brownie points. “Tried to flee when cornered and crafty.” She reports monotonically.

That’s it Park, turn off everything and just go with the flow. You’ll be out and about in no time!

location: Florida • tags • mood • Outfit • interactions
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Thirsty Thursday | Current Timeline: May 14th​

Tags: Evelyn Maeteris Maeteris Maylee Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees Allison bread-and-butterflies bread-and-butterflies
Location: Wright Wranch

Devlin visibly grimaced when Allison mentioned the tethers out loud. His eyes shot to Bug, but before Devlin could address it, the others also spoke up about it. While he appreciated their concern, he opened his mouth to reply.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" That was not Devlin, but Bug, now in a panicked state of being. He had moved back from the table, hands brushing over his arms, his chest, his head. It looked like the frantic movements of someone caught up in a gnat storm trying to get the minute creatures off.

"Nooooooooo! I don't want more! Take them off! Make them get off!" Bug had his full blown panic mode on. His hair even fluttered, like the wings of insects trying to break free from the human mold. Hands started to take his shirt off, as if that would help.

"Oontanx japachi, zexenuma!" The voice that uttered the magic spell was much deeper than Devlin's normal tone of voice. It bore the sound of an ancient growling that reverberated through the room, making it feel smaller than it was.

Bug's antics, both vocally and physically grew still, until he looked almost like he was frozen in time. By then Shia had come running down the stairs to see what the noise was about. Devlin sat down with a heaviness not there before.

"What happened?" Shia looked around at the faces before focusing on Bug.

"Shia, please give Bug his calming tea and sit him back at the table." Shia nodded and moved to a small bookcase off in one corner. Inside were various small jars holding potions, balms and more. Devlin addressed those at the table.

"I appreciate your concern and desire for clarity. You will have it, however Bug is of a ... delicate nature and this is not something to discuss in front of him." He kept his voice quieter, for those at the table. "Please, let him enjoy his food, and we can discuss this afterward."

By then Shia was helping an immobile Bug to drink a blue hued drink. Not the whole bottle, just enough for a couple of sips, though the amount seemed calculated. Shia then guided a slow moving, groggily blinking Bug to a seat at the table. By the time they had Bug sitting, he appeared to be returning to his normal.

"Oh hey. Hi. Ooooh dinner time!" Bug took his napkin and tucked it into the collar of his shirt, to make a napkin bib. Tilly had been standing off to one side, but put on her best, biggest grin for Bug when he noticed her. "TILLY!"

"Ach, ye wee babe. Ready ta eat?" Bug nodded enthusiastically, and Tilly started to fix his plate full of food. She gave a smile toward Allison, "Pleased ta meetcha."

Devlin looked like he hadn't slept all night now, weary and drained, but he put on a smile and nodded at Bug before looking to the others. "I hope you'll enjoy the dinner. We can talk in the study after."


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