Realistic or Modern A Night Bleeds (Closed)

[Rhyme]

Indy
Tags: Out Of Words Vinegar Bees Britt-21
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Her head was stuffed with cotton. It was so full, the thick fuzziness of it blocking her ears and turning the voices of others into muddled groans. The pressure was pushing against the backs of her eyes, swelling them until she felt the need to close her eyelids--just to keep everything inside her skull, before her head was the next to pop open and spray the ground with splattered bits of her being.

She didn't truly process much after watching Coda rip into the woman's--Roje's, Key had called her Roje--neck. Was it fair to say she hadn't processed much at all, since discovering Foster? Maybe she had come close the previous night, staring up at the bottom of Coda's bunk and watching his feet sway with the passing hours. Every moment she'd so far spent planning, digging, picking apart personalities and the exact details of intricate gestures, she'd like to think had been moments well spent.

Moments spent productively, time now shattered by a collapsing architecture of ambition and fury that swelled her brain and forced her eyes shut as she now sat beside Coda, unsure whether the blood covering him was real or just a projected illusion created by the splintering sectors of her brain.

There was an attempt at logic, honestly. She was not easily shaken, she was able to think back on the events as the bus started and carried them along--she could think about what Key had said, what Roje had said--she had mentioned another group, right? Foster had mentioned another group, before the limo driver exploded, before Coda had gripped Roje with the same hands that had threatened Indy moments before and tore out a chunk of her neck, the wet squelch replaying over and over--Indy winced.

Her hand was a limp thing, useless as an empty glove laid carefully in the crux of her left elbow. It may as well have been detached for all Indy would have known, if it weren't for the disruptive shock of pain that wracked through her body every time the bus jostled.

Pain and replaying in a search for solutions; those were her thoughts for the entirety of the bus ride, her leg bouncing unconsciously as she desperately ignored the presence beside her, as well as the dead body of Roje, her neck bent like a crooked painting in another seat. Why were they bringing her? Why did Key seem unconcerned by the murder of one of his employees, committed right in front of him? Was he truly that brutal--had he brought her along to dispose of her later?

Indy's guts curled, a slow sickness brewing in her stomach. It had been her fault. She had started the shit with Coda, she had murdered this girl. Maybe she was accustomed to death, to fear--but not murder. I'm sorry.

Then the bus was stopped. Her eyes were stuck on Coda as he carefully lifted Roje--so carefully, like he hadn't already completely broken her. Indy was passed off to another guard, who pushed her up the creaking steps and into the plane. Every ounce of her focus was on keeping her legs from trembling, her eyes forward--even as Coda and Roje momentarily disappeared from view. But then, so did Foster--and even the hardest dedication couldn't keep her from looking back wildly as Foster and Park were pulled aside by Key. She nearly jerked back, away from her guard with her mouth open to scream for him--but it was too late. She was inside the cabin and unceremoniously escorted to her seat by prim flight staff with fake smiles.

She had never flown before this week; now she hated flight attendants nearly as much as she hated limo drivers.

Coda had dropped into the aisle seat beside her, the phantom fur on Indy's skin bristling as she turned to carefully look past him at the broken body of Roje sprawled out on a row of seats. Foster's face finally appeared, and she finally let out the breath she had been holding. But Park wasn't with him--gone home, maybe suitably put off by the violence from the morning. Thankfully, Winnie still had her guard--the kinder one, who seemed to actually give two shits. She wouldn't have to face Coda, not now at least.

A week ago everything had been calm. A week ago, she had been planning to visit her mother even. Now, she was trapped--and responsible for the murder of the only person who had so far stood beside her, guard or not.

Coda glanced at her--she could feel his eyes on her as her body erupted in chaotic flames and the sickness in her gut threatened to overflow--but he looked away, allowing her to chance a glance of her own at the stony, frozen features that shaped his face. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could still see Roje.

Fuck it. They were both murderers now, neither deserved pensive silence. She pressed her cheek to the window, shutting her eyes and enduring the replaying morning murder for the sake of avoiding his face.

"Why?" Indy's voice crackled, low and gravely from her screaming. "Why did he have you bring her? Why did you bring her body on this fucking plane?"

 

[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Malika

Tags: Luna Thropian | Location: Miami, FL​

Baron Malika gave a smile, and moved to make sure her to go bag was still packed and ready. "Of course, I'll be ready." She knew how to pack effectively without having to sacrifice much of her personal comfort items. She was a pro. At a few things.

"Once I have the address, we can likely use our resources to tap into the surrounding security cameras. Maybe we can catch it arriving and gather more information visually." She liked the sound of that, mostly because it meant they could get some sleep.

Malika did some small gestures with her hands as she faced her bed. "Bugs et abierunt." When it was done, she gave a single shoulder shrug with one of her self satisfied smiles. "No bed bugs. Good. Do you want your bed checked?" If Luna did, Malika would gladly repeat the process over Luna's sleeping place.

Otherwise, she reached into her bag to go, which was more like a bag of holding, but very few knew this. It would be clear when she pulled out a makeup case that would have barely fit on its own if the bag hadn't been enchanted.

"I'm going to get ready for some sleep." Her free hand waved around her face. "This.. does not come without a strict beauty regiment." She gave Luna a little smile, "Let me know if you ever would like help in setting one up for yourself."

Malika turned then and disappeared into the bathroom where the sink would be heard running for a short while. All in all, her beauty regime would take forty five minutes, then she'd emerge, case in hand, and her clothing changed to a silky pajama set of black and red, even though she hadn't carried any clothing in with her.

"Alright, let me know if you need me for anything, loverly." A black night eye mask was tugged in place, and she proceeded to get comfortable for the night.


Come morning, Malika woke before the sun had finished rising. Breakfast was ordered via room service, and she once again indulged in her beauty routine, complete with shower and fresh change of clothes. It wasn't until she was finished, and at the small dining table in the suite, eating her poached eggs, bacon and ham steak, that she checked her email.

"Spam, spam, stalker, spam.. ooh new beauty product? Starring that for later." She gave a smile to Luna briefly, then back to her email. "Oh, Harrrveyyyy." She did a small squeal of delight as she started to read the email's contents.

"Harvey really did come through. I'll have to send him a gift basket." She reached for one of the many notepads hotels always had, and jotted down the address provided. "This.. is the one here in Miami. I'm sure the order will have someone who can get us security footage of the surrounding area. Probably go back to yesterday, whenever the plane was due to arrive, and continue surveillance if they haven't left yet."

The piece of paper was delicately torn off and handed across the table to Luna. "I'll see if there's more information in the email while I finish my breakfast. It's rather long, but there's a lot of love prose to sort through." She waved a hand dismissively when she spoke about the love prose. "Harvey's quite the writer when he wants to be."

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[Vinegar Bees]

No need for bullshit—he was surprised when Indy decided to talk to him. Coda kept his head tipped away, brow scrunched up in an attempt to buffer the headache that was beginning to reprise its role at the forefront of his skull. She wasn't looking at him, either, her head pressed to the window, as if she had half a mind to jump out. Not altogether an unsound option, he thought, all things considered.

Coda spared another glance at Roje, his frown deepening. Her body—Indy really thought her dead, then. Key had told them of their charges' identities, but the flow of information hadn't gone both ways. Coda had himself admitted to his demonic nature the night prior, but Indy and Roje hadn't exactly had time to chat and get acquainted.

He ought to leave it at that, he thought, but an ember of dark frustration flashed within him: he thought again of how deeply disenfranchising it had felt to be juggled around from one training room to another, a satisfactory answer to the questions flanking his future mission nowhere to be found. It wasn't as if Coda found himself sympathizing with Indy—he was here to keep an eye on her, not make sure she was comfortable—but he couldn't deny that the willful withholding of information was a selfish, cowardly abuse of power, one that stirred the embers within him to flame.

"She's not dead," he said, low and distant. "She'll be fine. Vampires can heal from that shit."

After a second of contemplation, he added grimly: "That's why I didn't hold back."

Is that true, though? he asked himself. Or just a convenient excuse?

It was difficult to single out any of the chaos running rampant through his brain at that bloody moment as coherent thought. Key had told him not to kill, sure, but had he been consciously controlling himself? Was it mere chance that he had inflicted the would-be fatal blow on the opponent equipped to recover from it?

Ultimately, he let the question sink to the back of his mind, unanswered.

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coda.

half-demon

 

[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Griffin Banks

Tags: Vinegar Bees Rhyme Britt-21 | Location: ✈ ​

Banks settled down in his seat and buckled up, then made sure Winnie had her seat belt on as well. He offered up a small smile, though he couldn't help his eyes straying to the window and the vision of the bus disappearing.

Winnie's apology brought his attention back, and he gave a snort. "She doesn't really like anyone, including me." He gave a bit of a shrug, leaning back. "So, don't take it personally or anything." He glanced around the cabin, seeing everyone getting buckled in and preparing for take off.

Banks looked back to Winnie, knowing to not judge a book by the cover, but he also wasn't foolish enough to believe someone just because they said something and maintained a position of power. "So, did you kill your partner?"

He wasn't one to beat around the bush much either. And honestly, his tone sounded more like he was curious than damning her. Might as well distract himself and maybe WInnie from the actual take off. Banks didn't like planes, but he couldn't really complain on this one.

Didn't need a passport, didn't need to go through customs, though he hoped they did get him a bag with some of the clothing he requested. Would be nice to change maybe later, supposed to have a shower and everything on board, he heard. But.. that was later. For now, his attention was on Winnie.

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[bread-and-butterflies]

Allison Hagan

reminiscent Wright Wranch outfit Out Of Words

It was well past sunrise when Allison awoke. Her wrists were a little stiff from the effects of the three quarters moon, but in the sunlight, a few stretches alleviated most of the discomfort. The wards she'd set up the night before were intact, as well – no visitors in the night, vampiric or otherwise. This at least seemed to support her assumption that their vampire companion had the sense not to go biting every person in a mile radius.

After a late breakfast, Allison took the opportunity to take a leisurely stroll around the grounds and get to know the natural Texan scenery. There weren't the huge redwoods of home, but the grassy fields and mountain backdrop certainly had its own charm. By the time she made it back to the house, preparations for the barbecue had already begun.

The bustling of people moving in and out of the house reminded her of the first coven gathering she had attended the summer after she graduated from high school – a barbecue not so unlike this, where new recruits were invited to get to know the coven elders that would be instructing them in the magical arts. It was there she met Lii, a woman covered in magical paraphernalia and possessing a magical mystique, at least to Allison's eyes. Lii looked exactly like the kind of wise and knowledgeable witch young Allison hoped to someday become.

Perhaps that instant admiration, and accompanying desire to impress Lii, was why she had acted so thoughtlessly. One of the other new recruits, also a former classmate of Allison's, told Lii a white lie about their high school grades. Allison felt compelled to call them out on the spot, to their mortification and Lii's disapproval. The truth, Lii chided, was a tool that should be wielded with precision and tact for the betterment of those around her.

It had been a hard lesson, but a necessary one. Brought back to the more recent past, Allison recalled her insistence on Bug knowing the truth about his multiplying tethers at dinner the night before. She sighed to herself – even at 51 years old, she was still re-learning the lessons of her youth. Tsk. She began to walk purposefully toward the barbecue area.

Once everything was set up, and she grabbed food, she found a spot near Bug. “Evening, young Skywalker.” The corner of her lips quirked up in a smile. After a moment, she looked down to her plate, thoughtfully picking at some potato salad. “We all got a lot of big news yesterday. How are you holding up?” She kept her tone carefully casual and her words vague, not wanting to directly bring up the issue of tethers again.

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[KodakWolf]

Maddox Ward (Leif Hjalkarssen)
Location: Wright Wranch
Tags: Tilly ( Out Of Words )​

Leif wouldn't leave the room before the murderous Texas sun decided it was time to chill out and give everyone a break. Even if the sun didn't pose a direct threat to his life, he still wouldn't be able to understand why someone would pick Texas out of all places. Maybe for a winter retreat, but summers? As he waited, between naps, he couldn't help but remember the conversation he'd had with Maylee the night before, and picture what her life'd probably been like in these past three years. It still sounded insane that they'd been reunited at that time and place, and as real as the memory was, it felt like a weird dream somehow. Memories he didn't even know he had had resurfaced, both 3 years and a thousand years old.

Once the sun started showing signs of planning to set in the not so distant future, he finally pulled open his room's curtains, testing whether the sunproofing effects of the shifter blood were still working as they should be. That day, the vampire felt like he'd been struck by a mild hangover, something he definitely wasn't used to anymore. He could only guess (and it felt like it) that the special effects granted by the blood had partially worn off from resisting the effects of the powerful third quarter moon the night before. Therefore, testing them sounded like the right thing to do, and so he did it, grateful to know he was still partially immune from the deadly effects of sunlight.

He'd made his way down to the barbecue area by the time it was almost ready, making sure to avoid direct sunlight on the way, and instead following whatever path was created by the shadows of both the trees and the buildings and other structures. Because there was no vampire dress code that stated vampires must wear black overcoats 24/7, and the weather was pretty warm, he wore a sleeveless shirt, light colored to reflect the light, and jeans.

As he scanned the faces present to account for everybody, he obviously noticed his non magical top of the list prey wasn't there, and his suspicions were confirmed once Devlin announced Evelyn had left them. If he were a younger vampire, he'd think the look he'd given her the night before was probably partially to blame, but he was too confident in his skill to mask predatory gazes to worry about that. Whatever her reasons were, he'd be lying if he said part of him wasn't disappointed, the part that usually did the hunting, as much as he hadn't had plans of carrying through with such ideas.

The situation reminded him of Devlin's ability to see different time loops, different possibilities, all of which ultimately resulted in failure. He wondered what exactly had happened in each and every one of them, and most importantly right now, how much Devlin would disclose if asked. He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer. There were definitely other, lighter questions one could ask a dragon when given the chance.

Leif's eyes briefly seeked Chase among the others, looking for any signs of how the effects of the bite had fared against the third quarter moon. He'd had to ask him later. For now, his eyes landed on Tilly. The woman seemed like an easier bet to strike up some random, unsuspecting conversation, plus she was by the cookers, the source of fresh, still hot food. He only ever ate a little on rare occasions, and that was one of those, though he still prioritized the drinks. He also knew how to lend a hand, if she needed or seemed overloaded.

"Best place's always by the cooker. How's the day been?" Ordinary, casually spoken question, most likely going to receive an equally ordinary answer. Unless Tilly turned out being a basilisk, a unicorn, a mermaid or something of the sort. He would be surprised, but he also wouldn't.

 

[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Shia D'Shire

Tags Maylee Vinegar Bees | Location: BBQ ​

Shia listened to Maylee talking about the stuffed rabbit's history. He enjoyed sharing stories such as this, but rarely had a chance to anymore. "I could see your hesitation to leave it behind as much as your reluctance to grab it in front of strangers. I had worried I might overstep a boundary, but I would rather overstep than you regret the loss at leaving it behind."

Funny, and yet appropriate, when Maylee went into asking about how he got his name. Shia couldn't help but laugh again. "Well, in order to learn magic, I needed to go to one of the magician academies, and they require a first and last name."

Shia rubbed at a cheek as heat filled his face just remembering it. "I was young, so young and filled with a sense of self worth I was not entitled to. I was a wyvern! Not just a magician. I should have a great name!" He shook his head at the memory of it all.

"Devlin let me pick out a last name myself. He gave me the Shia part, but I could pick the last name. Oh how clever I thought I was being. Spelling it the way I did, D'Shire, but to make it sound like desire. I thought everyone should desire to be a wyvern, too."

Shia laughed again and rubbed a hand over his face, embarrassed. "Now I have to change it soon because it is just so .. cringe worthy to me. Devlin tried to warn me about the importance of the last name I picked, but I was young and full of myself. I suppose most are when they are young and believing the world should see them as important like their parents might."

He gave Maylee a grin. "But the world is a vast place, even for a dragon. We have to learn to share it with others." He tucked his chin. "Well, once we save it, right?"

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[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Devlin Wright

Tags: Thropian ⬇
Location: Wright Wranch​

Devlin smiled at Edwin's approach, though he tilted his head in thought as the cavern was brought up. "I haven't been past the waterfall in a while. It's more of a safety thing. There are some parts of the cavern that have collapsed, and changed. When I say a while, I mean it from a dragon's perspective."

Which meant it could be decades or even half a century or more. "Time passes strangely for me sometimes. Especially with.. the things I see." He rubbed at his beard as he pondered Edwin's spirit bear wanting him to see something.

"If you feel like you need to see, I ask you take Shia with you. It can get pretty dark at night, and he should be able to help if it becomes dangerous. I don't think the floor will give out underneath you, I worry about the ceiling in some of the areas. The cavern has been here longer than I have. Time is not a kind mistress to people, places, or things."

Devlin focused for a moment on making sure the grills were filled with meat and foil wrapped potatoes and more. "How do you know your bear was calling you to the waterfall?"

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[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

BUG

Tags: bread-and-butterflies ⬇
Location: Wright Wranch​

Bug had tried to help with the cooking, but after he licked the second piece of steak, they put both of them on a plate and shooed him away with it. And that's how Bug got his steak ahead of everyone else. Medium Rare, but he liked it that way, the bugs liked it that way.

He sat out of the way, out of line of sight of Shia and Devlin because, well.. he was likely to do a no-no. But Allison found him first. When he saw the extra foods on her plate, he pouted and tried to look at the barbecue area. "Aww.. I forgot to get more trimmings. Well, there will be plenty, I can get some later. Yup. Yup. Yup!"

That ear to ear honest to goodness grin was turned toward Allison then. "Ally, Ally, Bo-B-Ally..." He chittered and couldn't help touching part of the steak now and then and licking his fingers clean afterward. "We're good, we have food!"

As for all the things he learned, "Not fond of the tether things, but knowing is half the battle, right? Just makes me all go go juicy boy, it's okay. We're okay. We have food!" And he waved his other hand, not currently occupied, hidden by the steak.

"How about you, Obi-Wan-Ally-San?" He grinned, letting his chin rest in the palm of his free hand, elbow on the table between Ally and his plate.

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[Vinegar Bees]

Winnie couldn't forbear a flinch at Banks's unabashed question. Reflexively, she shrank away, as if she expected him to strike her—but Banks merely stared, curious but not altogether hostile. Feeling suddenly dizzy, Winnie swallowed to test her throat and found it thick, dry, reluctant to speak.

She could feel a tiny split cleave her chapped lip as she parted them. "...Yes," she said in a voice as low as her hanging head. "I'm... Key says I did it, so it must be true. Key knows things. I don't know anything."

She folded her hands together and squeezed them anxiously. "To—to be honest, um—I don't remember what happened. I don't even—um—I don't remember having a partner. All I can remember is, um... being locked in a room. I did something bad, and I needed to be punished for it. I think... I think that's why I'm here." Tentatively, Winnie lifted her hands, turning her wrists slightly to emphasize the cuffs fastened around them. Portentously, she murmured: "I think my punishment is about to be over."

It occurred to her that, though he certainly wasn't her partner—partners implied equals—Banks had been assigned to her, and with a wash of horror, she shrank back in her seat. "I—I don't want to kill you," she blurted, as if the opposite had been implied.

For a moment, she fell into a troubled silence. Something tugged in her brain, then, and she ventured a hesitant glance at Banks without turning her head. "Banks... is your last name, right? I don't..."

She frowned, pressed a hand to her forehead. A seed of a headache had been planted at the back of her skull.

"I don't know why, but something about this... all of this... feels familiar."

Winnie clenched her jaw to suppress a wince. Was it hunger—? She had gotten headaches from poor nourishment before. But there was that sandwich she had eaten last night at Banks's urging—still, she felt it sloshing repulsively through her system. A wave of nausea threatened to crest, and she deflected it by blurting out a question that inexplicably entered her mind:

"Banks, um... do you like dogs? Or cats?"

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winnie sawyer.

psychic vampire

 

[Vinegar Bees]

Maylee didn't want to laugh too much at Shia's story, but it was difficult to hold back her laughter when his own was so contagious. She thought of how exhausted he had been a few days ago as they boarded Evelyn's private jet, how he had claimed responsibility for herself and the enigmatic elf woman. The smiling, vibrant Shia she now spoke to seemed a different person entirely. How long had he and Devlin been working on this strange, ill-defined mission, dealing with the moon's effects, searching out kindred souls scattered across the country, chasing what seemed to be an endless string of fruitless research? She had seen the strain in Shia as far back as their first meeting, and she could see it, too, in Devlin's weary smiles and wandering gaze. It was heartening to see that Shia still had it in him to laugh, and she hoped Devlin was finding respite in the party, too.

Then again, she supposed, the worst by far was yet to come.

"I mean, I can't say you were wrong, exactly," she said with a little laugh. "About being a wyvern. I'm sure there were a bunch of people who were envious. Actually—I'm sure there still are."

Maylee hesitated, lightly kneading the side of her neck to work out a kink that had taken up residence the night before. "A few years ago, I don't think I even knew what wyverns were. But I knew I had a desire to be... well, something. Something more than just a human. That's why I found that wolf."

She had been purposefully vague, the night before, about the process of her turning. She was being vague, still, but she at least felt brave enough to loose the implication that she had actively sought out transformation.

"But even now, it still feels like... I want to be more. Last night, I couldn't stop staring at everyone's transformations. Even the ones that aren't mythical beasts. Chase and Levi—they looked so content in their animal skins. So powerful." Maylee briefly shut her eyes, conjuring up the images in her memory. "As a wolf, I'm not much to look at. I always feel... I don't know. Matted. Misshapen. And when I saw you turn into a wyvern... I can understand why you felt you deserved that name. Devlin looked incredible, indomitable, but you looked..." She fumbled for the word. "...beautiful."

Yes, that was it. Power, in its implication of control, necessitated conflict; beauty transcended it.

Oh—she was taking the conversation in a heavier direction, wasn't she? Now wasn't the time to harp on her shortcomings—tonight was for celebration. Maylee shook her head to scatter her troubled thoughts like dandelion seeds on a wind.

"Oh, um, another question, if you don't mind—" Maylee offered a sheepish smile. "Um, how old are you? Not—I don't, um, mean that in a weird way. I don't really know how to phrase that without it sounding creepy." Wryly, she laughed, and she could feel the tension riveting her nerves beginning to retreat back to the depths of her mind. "I meant... I don't know how wyverns age. Or dragons, for that matter. Though—if what Devlin was saying was true, about us all being stuck in a time loop—maybe we're all technically senior citizens by now."

She paused, thinking it over a moment, before adding: "Who knows how many times we've already had this conversation?"

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maylee song.

hunter | werewolf

 

[AsherMasher]

Clementine Holt​

The creature’s voice echoed in Clementine’s ears beautifully. Even in her awe she found herself in a stoic state of confusion.

“Breakout?” Her voice sounded weak against the other girl’s. She watched her and tried not not be vexed by her magical presence, but seemed to be failing. “Calvary? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She followed when she was beckoned and lightly blushed at the mention of her own powers. They were definitely not powerful. She could barley make a ball of light in her hand on command without sputtering. Clementine followed timidly and looked up when prompted. A dome? Her eyes squinted against the sun. “Who are you talking about? I’m so confused. What is this place? Who are you? What plan??”

Clementine huffed at her unanswered questions when the girl got onto the wall. She was hesitant to follow, but a nudging feeling pushed her towards the winged being. Clambering onto the wall, Clementine made a face when the girl kissed the old stone. When being asked to do the same Clementine sighed. Yet another cryptic to do I guess. Her lips pressed against the cold stone and repeated the mantra. A feeling of darkness spread throughout her as she clutched the winged girls hand. The darkening sky made her anxious and she looked towards the girl in fear. The touch on the face reassured her and she nodded in agreement.

A sudden rush dropped her heart into her stomach. Clementine took a frightened breath as she opened her eyes in a panic. She frantically looked around her surroundings only to find the familiar scene before her. She rubbed her tired eyes and groaned. I guess things only get more complicated from here on out.

 

[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Griffin Banks

Tags: Vinegar Bees ⬇
Location: ✈ ​

Banks didn't mind a little conversation. He listened to Winnie, what she remembered, or rather what she didn't remember. If he had his computer, he might have tried to research it just to help clear things up a bit. But that would have to wait.

"Yeah, Griffin is my first name. Just.. being a cop usually they call you by the last name, so, kinda got used to it." He gave a little smile and a laugh. As for the liking dogs or cats, "Eh. I never had pets growing up. Don't think I would be able to give them the attention they need, you know?"

Then they had bottles of water from the flight attendant, and he handed her one. "Let me know if you need anything, okay? Gonna be a long flight. And uh.. if you need to use the restroom uh.." With Park gone, and Roje out for the count currently, that could get tricky. "I can see if one of the flight ladies can go with you."

He had a younger sister, though lost touch when he left home. Winnie tugged on that older brother nature he didn't really get to play out much. "Otherwise, dunno. Just don't be afraid to ask for help, okay?"

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[Britt-21]

Interactions: Out Of Words | Location: Coven HQ

Hayley has enjoyed her room, but knew if she was in here forever she just might go nuts. Her mind was restless, wanting to go and start getting info on Sage. Who was he really? When did he get here? No doubt they had some sort of file on him just to keep records. Getting off her bed, Phoenix moved out and started to walk. First place would be the archives. That would surely have a file on him. If not then they were probably hiding it or adding more to it. Of course she had to ask where the archives were. It had been a while since she had gone and things usually changed around here. Once reminded of where her destination was, she took off for it.

As soon as she got there, she moved to the counter with a person standing right behind it “I need a file on Sage. Minotaur man.” She said, her expression serious and down to business.


The Coven member started to type out on a computer. "Clearance level?" Which usually meant what ranking the person had.

“Phoenix, Circle of the Sacred Flame.” Surely this person heard her name be passed around. “Still don’t know, I’m the top dog of that circle.” She said with a nonchalant shrug. Leaning on the counter with her one arm.


The fingers typed out on the keyboard, the Coven member not looking up until there was a small chime sound. "Granted, level three clearance." Then they looked up with a smile. "Would you like the records sent to your device, or physical file?"


“I don’t trust tech. I’d prefer the physical file please.” on top of that, having a file on her phone would only frustrate her and only make her want a physical copy later. So to avoid all the time wasting, she went for the less complicated route. Hayley patiently waited for the person to retrieve the file, her eyes scanning the area just out of habit


The Coven member gave a nod, and typed a few more items in. Another member came up two minutes later with a physical file. "Check out, 11:15am. Thank you, Phoenix." Another smile and the other member was already moving away. The archives functioned a lot like a library, with books and boxes of files all on shelves and numbered in an orderly manner. They were efficient at record keeping.

The physical file itself was like a manila folder, but with a flap to keep everything inside. It wasn't thin, or thick, just an average amount of papers inside.


Hayley took the file and looked at it “Thank you. I should be back with this in a little bit.” With that she headed out and back to her room where she locked the door and sat down on her bed, looking down at the file before opening it to take a good look at the contents inside “Lets see what your hiding in here.” She said to no one in the room.

Spoiler: Important info

Sage was apparently brought into the Coven about the time they discovered the inactive volcano. It didn't give an actual time frame, but it's been a long while, indicating the Minotaur had, in the very least, an extended lifespan.

He was the one who created the headquarters into the mountain, his ability to shape and mold rock and stone had been absolutely instrumental in it. They gave him his own little labyrinth, where he lived, a couple levels down past the ground level.

There were notes on things that kept him 'happy' and 'compliant'. Fresh flowers, pictures of the sky and ocean, painting supplies, usually watercolor paints, colored chalk, a lot of various art supplies even, and the occasional chocolate bar.

One could tell some pages weren't there, just by how un-linear the notes seemed to be. But it was clear the Coven had made use of his abilities for a very long time, and did try to keep him happy every now and then.

There was a small list of incidents at the back of the file. Where he hadn't been so happy. Destroyed the room of a member who had killed an animal in front of him 'accidentally'. Trapped another member in rock up to their neck because the member slapped a young child for spilling food on their cloak. Nearly had the volcano become active again in a fit of rage that did not list an explanation.

Suggested forms of discipline were to be held in a magically warded room, cutting him off from communication with the mountain, and left in the dark for however many hours until he was found crying and apologizing. That was usually the point they knew the fit of rage or anger had passed.

Hayley looked at the pages, taking in every bit of information that she could. At the very least they tried to kept him happy with some things. But a lot couldn't match up properly, as if someone pulled pages out on purpose. That was something she didn't appreciate. But she had to make do with what was in front of her. Sage's reactions to certain situations were fairly acceptable. She would be mad if someone killed an animal in front of her without proper reason. And slapping a child just for spilling food on a cloak? It could be washed. Nothing wrong with that. His punishments, however, is what got her. Eyes narrowed as she read the little description she was given Keeping him in the dark till he cried in apologized? No wonder he got so terrified whenever he thought he did something wrong. Phoenix thought to herself as she put the pages back into the folder. Looking at the exterior for a little while.

Things are going to have to change if I can get him into my care. Anger isnt always solved with locking someone in the dark for hours till they cried. Clearly the Coven hasnt improvised from what I'm reading in this file. taking her bottom lip to be chewed on, she released a sigh and got back up. Heading back to the Archives where she returned the folder and made sure that it was returned fully to avoid any loss of information from a physical copy. "I appreciate you allowing me the file." was all she said before walking off, now it was time to find her favorite person in this damn coven right now.​

 

[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Chase Moon

Tags KodakWolf Vinegar Bees bread-and-butterflies Thropian ⬇
Location: BBQ ​

Chase had been just relaxing since coming back to the ranch. Once he had changed into the white wolf, it was as if any stress or anxiety just rolled off him. Okay, that could have also been the warding around Devlin's cavern to keep the moon's effects practically nil.

Then again, it could have been the strange side effect of letting Leif feed off him. He really should ask Devlin about that, but some part of him worried about the man's reaction. There wasn't a real reason to, Chase was an adult and could make his own decisions. Wuffle wuffle.

At worst, Devlin would not let Leif travel with them, but honestly, his gut said that wouldn't be the case. Still, maybe he'd wait until they were on the plane. If it was a side effect of the feeding, for those who felt effects of the moon stronger, in debilitating ways, it could be a temporary relief, but it'd still be a relief.

Chase spend the morning lingering in the cuddle puddle of shifters as long as possible. And when everyone else had departed, he lingered still. Once the moon had abandoned its throne in the sky, the wolf padded upstairs and outside to wander a while.

The ache was a little stronger, more of a throbbing ache than something he could easily forget about. By the time he had explored the surrounding woods, did wolf like things, and headed up to his room to clean up, his right leg was really being a nuisance.

Might be why he was late to the barbecue. After showering, he had to lay down, and wound up sleeping for a couple of hours. By the time he shuffled down the stairs and outdoors, his wuffles were escaping with nearly every step.

Chase had enjoyed the lack of pain too much, perhaps. And now with it returning, it felt stronger to him, because he had tasted its absence. One hand rubbed along his right hip, his steps were small, and his wuffles were plenty.

Tilly just seemed to know something was up, and brought him a plate of meats. She talked to him, which in hindsight, was actually her way of guiding him to the nearest table so he could sit down and get weight off his leg. Wuffle. A ruffle of his hair, and she went back to cooking, leaving Chase with a plate heaping with food as a nice distraction for a while.

coded by natasha.

 

[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Shia D'Shire

Tags Maylee Vinegar Bees | Location: BBQ ​

Shia looked like he enjoyed talking with Maylee, enjoyed listening to her stories, questions, everything. He didn't usually have friendly interactions with mages at the academy, so all of this was a fresh breath of air to him.

"We are the most critical to ourselves. And perhaps it colors how we see ourselves, no matter the form." Shia gave Maylee a small smile. "If you are worried though, there are plenty in this group who would be glad to assist."

Not just himself, but Shia was pretty confident in all those gathered. Strange, perhaps, to not question things, but being what he was, how could he? Being a creature of some myth, kind of made one second guess other myths and tall tales.

As for how old he is, that made him laugh. "I am actually only twenty years old. I don't know how old my .. egg was?" That was strange to say, and his expression showed it, but he persisted. "Devlin isn't sure either, but.. yeah, twenty."

And Maylee wasn't wrong with her guesses on the time loop. "Devlin has said, this time around, he can see four other versions of myself. I'm glad the real loop is in color for him, because I can't imagine trying to discern which one to talk to. Especially if we have had the same conversation before."

Now this was an interesting topic. "Or.. what if the question I ask now, is different from before? He says the other loops don't have sound, imagine if they did. How could he know what question was being asked of him now?"

He shook his head. "I wish I could help him but.. nothing I've found has anything close to what he's experiencing. Part of why I agreed to go to that mage academy. I had hoped to find something in their libraries, but so far... no luck."

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[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Out Of Words

Tags AsherMasher | Location: Paradise, NV ​

Another school day, wrapped up in a blanket of remembrance. When someone says they feel like the days just blurred into one another, this must be how it felt. Not knowing with certainty what the day of the week was. What month it was. Only time seemed to be clear, and yet not. For each time Clementine looked at a clock, the second hand would take two ticks back, for ever tic forward.

Classes after classes, a circle of academic studies meant to further one's mind and integration into a governed system designed to feed the greater machine of the country. Feeding... something. That's what it suddenly felt like, Clementine was feeding something.

It was enough of a self awareness to draw other items to her attention throughout the day. Bleeding into the school scenery, items that just didn't quite fit. One of these things is not like the others. One of these things just doesn't belong. The lyrics ran through her head in a soft, melodic sing song voice. A voice she heard before.

There was a bright light in the corner of the school hallway, like a spotlight, or a doctor's overhead light. There one moment, but soon as she realized it didn't fit, it was gone. A metallic table in a row of desks, there and gone again.

And every so often, a part of some wall would look like a rock pillar, though this lingered longer than the other 'hallucinations'. It wasn't just in school, there were parts of her home's walls, her bedroom's walls, that were stone for a minute every now and then.

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[Vinegar Bees]

Winnie frowned and pressed her lips together, a little embarrassed at the meaninglessness of her question. What had possessed her to ask Banks about his taste in pets? Thinking about it now, she couldn't dig up a discernible reason, nor could she figure out why everything about this conversation felt so hauntingly familiar in general.

Griffin, though—she had learned his first name, at least. Images of fearsome creatures split between eagle and lion—two apex predators if there had ever been any—flashed in her mind, and Winnie suppressed a shiver. Banks didn't look like a predator, certainly, but—appearances could be deceiving. After all, she herself looked nothing short of pitiful, but her soul stank of sin.

"Thank you, Banks," she murmured meekly, fidgeting her fingers together in her lap. "You're kind. But... you don't need to help me. I'm... cargo, right? Your only responsibility is making sure I get to our destination alive. It doesn't really matter if I'm comfortable, does it?"

Truth be told, she hadn't been comfortable in years; every moment was undercut by a current of anxiety that rippled like electricity through her system. She was a rabbit tearing through the woods, at any moment expecting the talons of an owl to come bearing down on her.

No—that wasn't quite right. Rabbits were docile, nibbled only on plants; blood never passed their lips. If she were a rabbit, she was rabid, frothing at the mouth and spreading the sick to all that she touched.

"So, um... thank you," she said, trying to force a bit of a melody into her voice. "But don't worry about me, okay? I'll be fine. And even if I'm not, it doesn't really matter." Her jaw ached a little as she dressed her face in what she hoped was a bright, convincing smile—then it occurred to her that her fangs were showing, and with a pang of discomfort, she snapped her lips shut over her teeth.

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winnie sawyer.

psychic vampire

 

[Vinegar Bees]

Maylee couldn't help a little thrill of excitement when it turned out she and Shia were exactly the same age, and before she could stop herself, she had blurted: "Oh—me, too!"

Somehow, it made her feel a little less lonely. There were plenty of older, more distinguished players populating the ranch—Allison and her dignified grace especially came to mind—and even some younger, judging by Levi's appearance, but there hadn't seemed to be many who occupied that same strange precipice just short of adulthood that she danced along. Of course, she had been functionally an adult for years, having to grow up fast and look after herself, but getting others to view her that way could be like pulling teeth, especially because of her small size. It relieved her to have a peer on the ranch.

Well, as much as a wyvern could be peer to a half-feral wolf, an ugly shock of bristling fur.

She forced herself to settle down as Shia steered the conversation to more solemn topics, sharing in turn what Devlin had shared about his strange, temporally-misaligned vision. How disorienting it must be, like a constant intoxication, to watch several images in constant overlap, and without sound—that added detail sent a shudder through her. If there was no way for Devlin to discern what was being said—a conversation over something as banal as milk and bread could, in another timeline, have been crucial, perhaps even the precursor to fatality. How much could one small detail change...?

Another thought occurred to her, and with a deeper shudder, she murmured: "Those people who came to my apartment... I wonder if there was a timeline where they found me first."

Her mind had been spinning like a top over the last few days, and between the dragon, the upcoming trip, and the reunion with Leif, Maylee hadn't had much time to ponder it, but the memory still troubled her. Whoever those men were, they had found her place of employment and dwelling. What, exactly, did they want? Were they still looking for her...?

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, as she noticed the rather helpless look on Shia's face. It was clear that he cared deeply for Devlin, and being unable to ease his suffering was taking its toll on him. Wanting to help a loved one but being powerless to do so—Maylee knew the feeling, knew the frustration it wrought. Without thinking, she reached over and grasped one of Shia's hands with both of her own.

"You're doing everything you can," she said in what she hoped was a reassuring tone. "I'm sure just the fact that you're here, with him, means more to him than you can imagine."

She tried to smile, and then it occurred to her how unabashedly friendly she was being, and Maylee swiftly released his hand, clapping her hands over her cheeks to try and hide the embarrassed flush that warmed them. That was the sort of thing she would have done to comfort Papa in one of his rare troubled moments, but she hadn't known Shia long enough to justify it, had she?

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," she blurted, too flustered to try and play it off. The little girl with ribbons in her hair and a plush rabbit cradled in her arms had made a habit of that kind of warmth, but the grim hunter who felt naked without a knife within reach? Not so much.

"I didn't mean to be so—um—preposterous," she mumbled, registering in her brain a moment later that she had meant presumptuous but too frazzled to correct her mistake. Sheepishly, she admitted: "I, um... I haven't had any friends in a long time. I guess I sort of... forgot how the process works."

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maylee song.

hunter | werewolf

 

[Rhyme]

Indy
Tags: Out Of Words Vinegar Bees Britt-21
​

They heal?
It made sense, she supposed. Winnie had called herself a what... defective vampire? Which meant Roje was maybe the non-defective kind? The kind that could apparently heal from having their necks snapped? Indy opened her eyes and turned to look at Roje's body, noticing Coda doing the same with a grim, pensive expression.

"So you knew. You knew it wouldn't kill her." He had stomped on her hand, sure, but he hadn't killed Roje--though presumably, he could, unless the myths about garlic and wooden stakes were true. Indy's lips parted, ready to utter some bullshit--some asinine comment about him holding back, how he seemed awfully restrained for a demon, but, to be frank, he didn't seem like the type to enjoy even whatever pitiful attempt Indy had at civil discourse.

The rumbling of the plane finally settled and Indy was suddenly presented with a pill offered by one of the attendants, their cheery smile entirely uncanny considering the current context. The thought of poison or a sedative briefly crossed her mind, but she let the suspicion dissolve. Fuck it. They had shown they needed them alive in some respect, worst case she would be a drooling mess on Coda's shoulder for the rest of the flight.

As she reached for the pill, the attendant leaning over slightly to pass it into Indy's hand, and Indy's eyes caught a familiar shape tucked into the attendant's pocket.

Her breath ceased in her chest, fingers gripping the pill. You have to be fucking kidding me.

A million thoughts flew across her mind--a trap, temptation, the forbidden fruit of freedom--but Key was saying he was taking a nap and Coda was in charge and it was all too perfect and dammit she shouldn't try it but--

"Hey, could I get some water or something?"

The attendant, still smiling with tight lips and bright eyes, nodded and turned back up the aisle, past Key and Foster. Indy's heart was pounding, her focus designated entirely to keeping the features on her face relaxed and composed as she counted every second until the flight attendant reappeared, a cup of water in her hand. Indy stood, shuffling past Coda's long legs despite his careful glare as she walked up the aisle, right toward the attendant. Quickly, Indy popped the pill, smiling as she reached out her good hand to the attendant and clumsily knocked over the water.

"Oh, shit, fuck, sorry--let me help." The attendant's smile was gone, her face turned to surprise as she tried to dab at the giant splotch of water with the hem of her shirt. Indy slid her body, still making absent apologies as she ducked between the row of seats and the attendant, making a reach for the dropped plastic cup.

Be quick. Despite the throbbing in her broken hand, she let it fall to her side as she quickly reached into the shocked attendant's pocket with her left hand, quickly shoving her prize into the hem of her jeans beneath her shirt as she let the motion flow into scooping up the cup and subsequent standing, offering it to the attendant. "Sorry again. Bad hand, makes me clumsy. Upset equilibrium, or, you know." The attendant's lips were pursed. She took the cup from Indy and turned without a word, disappearing back to the steward lounge. Yeah, fuck you too.

Now, Foster. Indy calmly walked up the aisle, dropping into the seat beside a suitably shell-shocked looking Foster, the sleeping lion right behind him. Whether he was actually sleeping behind those Matrix shades, Indy was not willing to risk. Still, this was their only shot. Roje had mentioned another group back at the morning confrontation extravaganza, Foster had mentioned--fuck, what was his name? David? Devil? Devlin.

"Hey." Indy looked at Foster carefully, her voice low and neutral as she pleaded him not to freak the fuck out on her. Please, have your shit together. Fuck, please just understand me here. "You okay? Didn't expect to see a... demon. Or... fuck, any of that. I mean, I know you mentioned a devil? Or something, back at my place?"

Slowly, she reached down to scratch her leg, tucking her hand into the hem of her jeans to pull out the cellphone she had grabbed off the flight attendant. Carefully hiding it with a cupped hand, she flipped it open.

Hopefully, Devlin wasn't the type to ignore a call.

 

[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Foster Croft

Tags: Rhyme | Location: ✈ ​

Foster had been quiet and withdrawn ever since the head explosion really. He barely even bounced a leg on the plane. His fingers did twitch periodically though. So when Indy sat next to him, it took a little nudge to make him focus on her.

At first, her words just flew over his head. But when she started talking about a devil or something, Foster blinked a few times. Green eyes widened slightly at the sight of a phone, then a quick look to see who was nearby.

Eyebrows furrowed and he made a 'what about him' kind of face when he noticed Key sleeping in the row behind them. "Uh.. yeah. I mean.. I thought but.. maybe I didn't see what I saw then." His fingers twitched against the top of his jeans, and he started to make numbers with the fingers of both hands.

He repeated the phone number's digits as many times as Indy needed, though he did murmur, "Maybe it was a silent devil." Would super suck to have the phone volume up too high. Especially with their close proximity to others.

"Do you remember? Was it silent?"

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[bread-and-butterflies]

Allison Hagan

upbeat, more or less Wright Wranch outfit Out Of Words

Allison nodded sagely. “Yes, things are always better with food, aren't they.” She replied in an overly serious tone, a humorous twinkle in her eye. It was a relief that Bug seemed to be handling the information about his condition better now.

She took a moment to consider Bug's question, tapping her plastic fork on the edge of her plate as she thought. “Honestly, I don't know what to think of this time loop business. It seems like the sort of thing you could really get sunk in worrying about.” Allison was quiet for a few moments. “Whatever any other versions of us may or may not have done in different timelines, we have to do our best to get the job done.” She shrugged. “It's not practical to worry too much about what we don't know and have no control over.”

The truth was, considering this moon situation was like teetering at the edge of a deep pit. She had a good grip for now, but she had to keep her thoughts focused on the here and now, or else she'd fall into the dark. She didn't tell Bug that much, though, instead smiling at him as he licked his steak-y fingers. “I think you've got the right idea, there.” And she proceeded to dig in to the barbecue food in earnest.

code by yousmelldead

 

[Out Of Words]

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​

Sage

Tags Hayley Britt-21 | Location: Coven HQ ​

Sage was found in the small garden area he had created. There was a waterfall in the middle of the cavernous room, the precise arrangement of the rocks let it trickle down with a steady gentle sound of rain. Light was provided by a magical orb that followed the actual pattern of the day/night cycle outside.

Plants ranged from luminescent algae in the darker areas, to actual ferns and flowering plants closer to the light source. There were stone benches for sitting, and the walls had 'built in' planter boxes. It was difficult to fathom the garden was inside an inactive volcano, but it was.

Sage was tending to a small circular river at the base of the waterfall. It allowed the water to circulate like irrigation through small funnels and carved out tunnels in the rock, leading the water to the different plants spread throughout.

It apparently was also home to some fish. Fish the Minotaur in human guise was feeding, and gently talking to. "You eat, and you get strong. And maybe Sage find way, to let you go. You get strong though. Strong like Sage. Even Stronger!"

The grin on his face was joy personified into a single moment. His laughter rich with life and happiness, a kind others should aspire to achieve at least once.

coded by natasha.

 

[Rhyme]

Indy
Tags: Out Of Words​

Indy was not a religious person by any means, but she sent a silent prayer of thanks to God, Buddha--whatever was up there, pulling the strings that made Foster get his head out of the one-thousand-yard glare enough to comprehend what she was trying to say.

She noticed him signaling the numbers with his hand and nearly began typing when he spoke, freezing her in her tracks. Shit. I'm a fucking idiot. "Maybe it was silent because you scared it off with all the noise you made, eating all my food." But her eyes were wide and appreciative as she nodded. Carefully muffling the phone in her shirt, she found the volume button and muted the phone. "Tell you what, I would rather deal with a fucking Devil if it means getting out of this shit."

Following the gestures on his hand, she carefully dialed the number, shutting her eyes briefly as her thumb laid over the dial button.

She had been so reluctant to go with Foster at first. He had practically dragged her out the door, convincing her with lines of the greater good--and now here she was, desperately trying to claw her way into another set of uncharted waters.

Behind them, she heard Key's quiet breathing; the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention as if drawn in by the gravity of his looming presence. Before long, the stewardess would notice her missing phone. Through it all, Coda's ember eyes burned her skin with the heat of his suspicious glare. Whatever waters this Devlin haunted could not be more shark-infested than those they were currently drowning in.

Her thumb pressed the button, Indy's eyes meeting Foster's and trying to hold his gaze as the phone buzzed lightly in her hand.

"Foster," she asked calmly. "Where did they say we were heading again?"

 

[Vinegar Bees]

Coda narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Indy as she brushed past him to reconvene with her friend, Foster—but not before making a big show of colliding with one of the stewardesses and spilling the cup of water the latter had brought. Yeah, right—that clumsy, airheaded act may have convinced the stewardess, but he could tell something was up, even if he didn't know what, exactly. Indy had more than proven how calculated she was when she spat Maylee's name at him.

He clenched his fists in his lap, shutting his eyes to allow for a better focus on whatever conversation Indy had started up with Foster. She blithely referenced a demon, as if he weren't mere feet away (Fine, he thought, let her talk), but then the conversation shifted to something more specific: a devil. Apparently, Indy and Foster had been discussing such things at the former's place, presumably before the coven's lackeys swooped in and intercepted them.

He frowned as he listened, running their words through his mind as if trying to piece a puzzle together. Something wasn't right about the way they were talking—it sounded unnatural, the vagueness, the cryptic mention of a silent devil. Whatever had happened back at Indy's place, the pair clearly didn't want anyone within earshot to know the details.

Then again, he hadn't really heard the guy speak before, had he—? Reaching back in his memory, Coda could only recall Foster being stricken silent, near-catatonic in the aftermath of whatever shit Key had pulled to traumatize him. Maybe this weird riddle-speak just was how he spoke.

In the back of his brain, one of the voices had picked up an almost musical taunt: What's that they say? The devil you know is better than the devil you don't, eh, schoolboy?

Which devil do you know best?

Coda gritted his teeth, suppressing a growl of frustration. Dammit, he was trying to think, and the voices made it near impossible.

Faintly, his ears caught another remark from Indy, a casual question about their destination, and Coda decided it was time to move. Whatever the hell they were planning, he had to put a stop to it, and answering the question for Foster seemed the perfect opportunity to budge in. Resolved, he rose to his feet—

Then again, you never really know anyone, do you? Poor little Maylee certainly didn't.

—for a moment, he stood still, every inch of his frame vibrating with energy screaming for release, and then he lowered himself back into his seat, knuckles blanching as he gripped the armrests.

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coda.

half-demon