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The demon twins were running late, which was no surprise considering they had been bickering the whole day leading up to this event. Tolliver had the sense to plan ahead and made sure his dish was finished early, where Taranis had pulled something together last second.

Even still, they managed to arrive before being considered too late. They placed their trays of food down on the designated table, Tolliver's dish being more of a desert. It was a red, white, and blueberry jello salad, though the term "salad" was generous considering it looked more like a jello cake. The bottom layer was red raspberry jello, the middle a sort of vanilla cream pudding, and the top blue blueberry jello topped with blueberries. Traditionally, it would also have walnuts, but he opted out of that in case there were any allergies.

Taranis's dish was very much the opposite of his brother's. A spicy penne Rosa, penne noodles in spicy tomato cream sauce, with mushrooms, roma tomatoes, and spinach topped with feta cheese.

Their attention was soon drawn to Bran, however, who had broken a chair. Taranis had laughed, but even still tried to approach the big man to help him up.
Until Tolliver grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, reminding him with a hushed "Don't shock anyone."

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Zee watched as people started trickling into the potluck, giving an enthusiastic wave at Strunmir before giving the woods a pointed glare and childishly sticking their tongue out. It was blue from a pushpop they had earlier. Zee could keep a grudge for at least a decade, just ask their 8th grade bully.

As Zee waved to and stood to sit with Bran, his chair suddenly broke, sending him sprawling onto the ground. They stopped beside him and planted their feet, offering a hand up. After a beat, they let their hand drop, remembering their height difference of over a foot. "Holy shit, dude. Ya ok?"

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  • Abraxas was feeling quite pleased with himself. People were showing up and bringing all manner of delicious looking foods. He wouldn't have to cook for a while, that was for sure. He was already making schemes to steal as many leftovers as he could get away with. Abraxas may have loved food, but he hated cooking. He found it incredibly dull, preferring to go out and eat. It was strange for someone who enjoyed brewing potions. He shrugged. He could look into it when he had spare time. Not that he had much these days. He'd pissed off several councilors just to set this day up. Catching sight of Macey, he stood up and began walking towards the skeleton. Digging into his pockets, he pulled out a fine silver chain.
    "Hey, Macey! I made you this. It's a lightweight glamour. Good for conveying meaning, without being overbearing. Just figured you might want it..." His voice trailed off. He had no idea if Macey even wanted this, and he felt extremely awkward holding out jewelry to a skeleton. Thankfully he was saved by the arrival of others, though he couldn't help but wrinkling his noise when he saw the strawberries in Doe's dish. He gave a small but polite bow to Evelyn in deference to her age, making sure everyone was welcomed. His head whipped around at the sound of the cracking chair, and he let out a small curse. He should have remembered how heavy the big man was. He quickly summoned one of Bran's hand made chairs, gently touching it down behind him.
    "I'm so sorry, Bran! I should have reinforced these. I've been a bit distracted lately." He made no move to help the big man up. He knew he had NO hope of being strong enough to even budge the big man.

    Seeing that everyone had now arrived, Abaraxas clapped his hands, sending a cloud of glowing butterflies scattering around the area. One of them landed on Doe's nose and Abraxas laughed. He stood behind his chair at the head of the table, raising his hands and gesturing for everyone to be seated.
    "In the name of the Council, and as your host, I welcome you to this gathering. I am so happy to have you all here, and I look forward to getting to know you all much better. Please do remember that the Rules of Hospitality apply, so try to be on your best behavior," he gave everyone a teasing smile. He knew there was no need to actually tell them, but the niceties had to be observed.
    "So now that that is out of the way, I look forward to trying all of your delicious food! So without further ado, please, dig in!" Moving to the front of the line, Abraxas picked up one of the supplied plates. Concentrating for a moment, he expanded its size until it was more of a platter. Making sure he had at least one of just about everything (damn strawberries), he had to levitate the platter back to his seat, as it had a massive amount of food on it. Taking a seat, he dug in with gusto. In a horrific display, he began tearing into everything like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks.
 
Taranis had loaded his plate up with a bit of everything, and honestly probably more than he coupd actually eat. But he'll be damned (again) if he didn't try everything. He was pleasantly surprised when Phillips sat next to him, Tolliver on his other side as always.
"Hm? Oh, yeah it's fine. Just couldn't agree on something to make together so we made our own dishes." He answered.
"More like you didn't like what I wanted to make, and waited until last minute to make anything, making us late." Tolli chipped in, teasing Taranis.

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    John Doe Langley

    Doe let out a small yelp of surprise when Evelyn ran into him. His eyes went wide as the drinks on her tray threatened to spill. Doe wasted no time as he rushed over to help her set the tray down. Ugh stupid! He should have been watching where he was going! Thank goodness the tray didn't actually spill, he would have felt awful.
    "Oh my goodness are you alright dear?!."
    He asked. Once the trays were set safely down (and as far from the edge of the table as Doe could manage). He turned back to the girl he ran into, he turned to where Evelyn had gestured, his eyes landed on the punch bowls he had just set down.
    "Uh, Yeah! It was kind of a last minute thing.."
    He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He really had no use for the bottle of champagne he found in one of the cabinets, he probably wasn't going to drink it anytime soon. and it would have been a shame to just throw it out.
    "I figured maybe you folks would make more use out of the alcohol than me."

    A glowing butterfly landing on his nose caught his attention, he laughed quietly and held out a finger for the butterfly to move on to. When it had moved, Doe turned his attention to Abraxas and listened carefully as he made his announcement. Rules of Hospitality.. strange way to tell people to be polite, though that should be a given anyways. People should be polite and kind no matter what the situation was.
    The butterfly on Doe's finger fluttered away shortly after Abraxas sat down, and Doe returned his attention to Evelyn.
    "Oh hm, what were we talking about..?"
    He asked, mostly to himself, his attention went back to the drinks, particularly the tray Evelyn had brought. He could only guess that they where alcoholic in nature, just based on the shape of the glasses Evelyn brought them in. What kind of drink exactly was beyond him however. He had never seen drinks so colorful and... mystical looking as these.
    "Oh, Those are your drinks right? Ive never seen anythin' like them before.."



 
Bran was horrified as the chair broke underneath him. Yes, he knew he should have asked for other accommodations before he had even sat down, but he had been raised with a rigid code of politeness. And now he had not only caused a disruption, but he had broken an offered seat. If he were still among the Z'Drakh, he might be facing a specialized duel right now. But no one had stepped forward, had asked for his blood to settle the debt. Instead a proper chair had come from nowhere from him. He was just about to heft himself up into it when a man who was at least a foot shorter than him, and weighed at least a hundred pounds less had hefted him up into his seat with little more than a grunt. For a moment, Bran was stunned. He recovered quickly, masking his blush as a reaction as he responded to Zee.
"Of course I am okay. I have only once let gravity damage me," he let out a short chuckle, hoping no one would look too much into his fall, the actions leading up to his seating, or how many times gravity had harmed him just this year. Instead he giggled, gathering a huge swarm of beautiful butterflies on his palms. Waiting his turn for food, he laughed at the various methods others had for getting their food. For himself, he had stacked food upon food on top of itself, creating a heavy plate that he plunked down next to Zee's chair. Being part Northern Drake, he simply wanted his food to feel satisfying being chewed. Taste was a lesser concern for him.
"You have my thanks, Zee. Rarely does anyone care how I am doing. It is a refreshing change, Нови пријатељ." He did his best to give a reassuring smile, unaware of speaking his native tongue.
 
For the most part, the Colonel kept his distance. Yes, there were myriad beings older than he was. Myriad sources of supposed wisdom. If you had asked the good officer, he had no idea why he kept volunteering. He was nearly one hundred and thirty years old. So why did some twins he had just met matter to him? Decades ago, he had given up caring. He had grown used to disappointment. Yet now he seemed more understanding of what was in front of him. He had trained supernatural soldiers before, and he had always hated it. War changed anyone who became involved, and he was tired of that stigma ruining his students. He shook his head free of the past. These twins were here and now. They had not shut him out so far. He deemed it was right he did not shut them out.
"Well, if you need a break from your brother, you come and knock on my door. I am happy to give you a little refuge in this crazy world."
 

  • Both twins turned to look at the Colonel at that, shock clear on their features.
    "So, I guess you weren't told." Tolliver noted out loud, returning to trying to enjoy his meal.

    A bit of electricity crackled around taranis, a clear indicator of strong emotions being felt.
    "... Can't do that. Though I wish I could."

    "Me too. Being together all the time is tiring."

    "Yeah..." Taranis sighed, his enthusiasm for food waning.

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Abraxas' anxiety turned to relief as Macey accepted the slim chain. He laughed at her joke, and was about to tactfully brush it off when she elbowed him. The glamour might be showing that she had skin to cushion the blow, but the reality was a hard and sharp bone hitting him in the ribs. He sucked in a quick hissing breath, trying to turn it into a conspiratorial smile. His ribs weren't in the best condition since he'd been called in to deal with a thorny situation. One of the plant sorceresses had decided the time was nigh for plants to take over the world. Thorny indeed.
"Well, if I WAS a mind reader, I certainly wouldn't advertise it. Bad for business, right?" He raised his brows in a teasing manner. In reality, Abraxas preferred to keep the vast majority of his talents hidden. Why show off and tip off someone who may end up becoming an enemy later? He kept tearing into his food, laughing again in between bites. Carefully wiping his chin off, he turned and looked into Macey's eye sockets.
"I could eat enough for three or four people, if I'm honest. I tend to use up a lot of calories," he said with a smile.
"So how are you finding life here? You ever figure out if there was anything you needed? I can be pretty resourceful if I need to be. Like carrying gold bars in my pocket. I hope you found a good use for that," he said with a wink.
 
Evelyn

Interactions: Blaklyte Blaklyte (Doe)
Mood: Intrigued

Despite a long history and multiple lifetimes, Evelyn found the man's accent difficult to place when he spoke, hints of a southern drawl reaching her ears but not quite enough to nail down a location.

Before the duo could speak any more, Abraxas' speech cut across the plaza, and she couldn't help raise an eyebrow at his language. "I wonder why it's necessary to point out the rules of hospitality," she thought aloud. Past incidents must have warranted it. As the speech drew to a close, she resumed her conversation with Doe.

"Not a big drinker I suppose then," noting his reluctance to partake in his own punch and champagne. Far be it from her to judge, she'd known plenty of people with similar opinions, not so many during the prohibition, but alcohol had come and gone and come again in fashion. At the very least, thean seemed more like the type to simply be uninterested in drinking.

As the man turned back to her, her eyes gleamed with mischief and glee. "Oh I'm SO glad you asked," she started, clapping her hands together like she'd been waiting for the question for decades. She gestured to the orange glittery drink, whose sparkles had slowly started descending to the bottom of the glass.

"This is a Poison Appletini," she explained, then realised she should elaborate. "It's not actually poisoned. Unless you're diabetic. Then it's kind of poisoned. The glitter is edible too,"

She traced a finger over the purple cocktail, its contents opaque and dark. "This is a witches breeze which I designed myself with a nice woman from Salem," she said, not implying any further. Maybe it was just a bartender, but who was she to ruin the mystery? "It's also not poisonous. And this..." She gestured to the third glass. "...is a margarita. It's dull and boring and has no glitter," she said almost glumly, as a pregnant pause hung between them, before she shouted out loud suddenly. "EVELYN! That's me. I'm Evelyn, sorry, should've started with that,"
 
Once Zee had deposited their bag into a chair next to the one summoned for Bran, they set off for the table. Zee gathered a decent amount of food on their plate and flopped into a seat next to Bran after carefully placing the plate down. On top of the slightly teetering pile of essentially rabbit food sat a few packages of Gushers. Zee immediately stuck all but one in their bag and opened the remaining.

Zee glanced at Bran, slightly concerned and sad. "That's what friends do? They check up on each other. If your other friends don't at least write a letter every once in a while or send you a stupid meme at 2 in the morning, you my good sir need to find yourself some better friends." They punctuated the end of their mini rant with a decisive nod and popped a gusher into their mouth.

Strunmir had sat down at their table, and Zee immediately turned to him. "Right?" Whether or not he had actually heard them, Zee's expression was clear they expected him to agree. "Friends are supposed to annoy the hell out of you, and pick you up when you fall?"


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  • As he watched the Twins' expressions shift to gloom, Phillips' own expression changed to match it. Suddenly, in place of the youth that the Twins had become accustomed to was a man whose full age could be seen in his eyes. The pain of the decades of hardship rising up to the surface.
    "Well, it could be worse, you know. You could be all alone in a room full of people. It is a terrible thing, to live past your era. The longer I remain, the more distant I feel. At least you two know you will always have each other. Even though times can be tough, you should remember that. Not everyone is so lucky." With a grunt, the Colonel pushed himself to his feet, grabbing a few of the stronger looking drinks before resuming his place. He raised his glass, though whether it was a salute to the Twins or to his past, he could not say. In a matter of moments, his expression calmed, and he lightly patted each boy on the shoulder.
    "Do not let me drag you boys down. It is, after all, supposed to be a night of celebration. So cheer up, kids. Or I shall tell you some jokes from my childhood, and nothing is so bad as a very old, too often told joke.
 

  • "I suppose that's true..." they spoke in unison, then glanced between each other then back to Phillips.
    "Still sucks to always be stuck together, though. I'm always being told what to do." Taranis scowled, aggressively stabbing some of the food on his plate with his fork.
    "I wouldn't have to tell you what to do if you just behaved and listened the first time I tell you."
    "iF yOu JuSt BeHaVeD -- you never give me the chance!" Taranis mocked, sending a glare at his brother.
    Tolliver just gave his twin a tired, disappointed look.
    "I just did, you're being very rude."
    Electricity crackled dangerously around Taranis, easily provoked by, well, his own short comings being pointed out.
    "If I could shock you right now, I would."
    "Even if you could you'd just be hurting yourself, idiot."

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    John Doe Langley

    Doe listened attentively as Evelyn described each of her drinks, though he seemed slightly concerned as she insisted neither of the first 2 drinks were poisonous. Really, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind until she mentioned it--and she even went out of her way to mention it a second time. Was she sure they wern't poisonous..? Doe eyed the 2 drinks suspiciously as Evelyn explained the final one---The only one whos name he even recognized. Should be be concerned? He smiled politely and nodded as she finished talking, and awkward silence fell over the pair. Doe began to fidget with his hands. He felt like he should say something more but he wasnt sure what. Maybe he should just say goodbye and go back to his seat..? Doe was about to bid the girl goodbye when she suddenly blurted out her name. He jumped at the outburst, startled by the suddenness of it, but then he started to laugh. He smiled at her again--more sincerely this time.
    "Its okay--i should have thought of introducin' myself sooner!"
    Doe replied, running a hand through his short, curly locks.
    "You can jus' call me Doe. Nice to meet ya hon!"
    He said, the nervousness he had felt a moment ago began to melt away. It was nice to know he wasnt the only one nervous about this potluck.


 
  • The bickering was beginning to get to the Colonel. The back and forth, the lack of optimism, and the woe is me attitude were causing him to become annoyed. Just when he thought he might snap and say something he might regret, Taranis lost control again. Phillips took a deep, steadying breath, before placing his hand on the boy's arm. To say it hurt would be an understatement, but if there had been one constant companion in his life, it was pain. The metal still embedded in the ruins of his forearm began to burn, and it took all of his concentration to avoid showing the agony that was coursing into him.
    "Kid, I know it can be hard, but try to stay in control. You have this gift. Do not let it become a curse to others around you. Take a deep breath. Focus on your breathing. On how you can feel the lightning coursing through you. I trust you. I am right here, standing in this with you. So slowly draw it back within yourself. Let it go, Taranis. I know you can do it." Phillips watched Taranis carefully, occasionally shooting Tolliver a look to let the other boy know not to try to get involved.
 
Taranis turned on Phillips, about to snap back at him, too, but the Colonel kept talking. Tolliver was about to turn himself to copper to direct the electricity away, but stopped last second after receiving one of the looks Phillips sent him.
Soon enough, taranis was taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. It wasn't easy, but he really was trying. Eventually he got it down to a static level, but couldn't seem to get it any less than that.

"You're doing good, Ta. That's the best I've seen you suppress your electricity. Good work."

"It's not gone, though. I'm trying but it won't go away."

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Zee grinned widely, the corners of their eyes crinkling as the mostly genuine smile gained a mischievous glint. "You crochet? My aunt does too. She makes these creepy ass dolls that would give anyone nightmares. I could... Nevermind. I don't ever want to see those stupid things. Forget I said anything."

Despite Zee's good mood, their smile disappeared when they realized they were expected to reply too. "Uh... I sew my own clothes... And I like to bake. Though I guess you could say I like eating what I bake more than baking." They scratched at their elbow as they stuffed half a spring roll in their mouth, indicating they were done with the topic.

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Bran saw the embarrassment on the face of his new friend, and he nodded in understanding.
"My... my father tried to make sure I always knew that my love for making things was unappreciated. To him, the only skills that mattered were those of a warrior. But I realized that changing what I loved to do to suit someone else only made me miserable. So do not be embarrassed. Talent and passion should never be dismissed. I would truly enjoy seeing your work sometime, if you do not mind sharing? Maybe even do a project together sometime," the big man asked with hope. He rarely got an opportunity to work with other artists, and so he made it a habit to do so whenever possible. He smiled at Zee's mischievous look. It reminded him of home, and of his old friend. His eyebrows raised as the smaller person's good humor seemed to vanish. He opened his mouth to respond, but they had made it fairly obvious this was not a topic for further discussion, so he backed off."I do metal and wood work for money, primarily. I sell to fairs and conventions, though occasionally I do commission work. At the moment, I am actually working on a commission to recreate the sword of William Wallace. It is a difficult piece." Bran's face flushed deeply, and he took a few bites of food. He wasn't used to talking about himself much. Years of being told you're not valuable or good enough can do that to you.
"So what did you both make for this celebration tonight? I brought some barbecued nachos and some vegetable kebabs."
 
Evelyn

Interactions: Blaklyte Blaklyte (Doe)
Mentions: Veil Walker Veil Walker (Colonel Phillips) DovahBeat DovahBeat (Tolliver & Taranis)
Mood: Relaxed

"Likewise!" Evelyn responded, trying to figure out where she'd heard the name before. Had she known a Doe? There was a Dan from Wales, but Dan from Wales was also at least 92 years old now, and probably dead. There was a Jane, but she was also probably dead, and had been terribly pale once Evelyn was finished with her. Finally, her eyes widened, like someone who had something to commit to the conversation. "You're the flower guy! I saw your posters around the place," she recalled, pointing a finger in his direction then gesturing around the large estate.

As she did, she caught in the corner of her eye 3 other figures, 2 of them trying to politely calm the third. Evelyn could practically smell the static in the air from here, and the third of the trio seemed to be harnessing or channeling some amount of electricity around him. The eldest of the 3 seem to be trying to calm the others, who looked somewhat similar.

"Lottsa freaks here huh..." She said absently, then seemed to realise what she had said. Evelyn had always known there were other supernatural beings, hell she'd lived in a commune with a vampire group shortly after being turned in her youth, but it was still surprising to see the different folks here. But maybe freaks was the wrong thing to say, and Evelyn had been around mortals too long.

She turned to Doe again and bowed her head slightly in apology. "Forgive me, too much time away. Though I guess I'm a freak too, and being a freaks not so bad." She said with a half smilez not sure where she stood with him quite yet. "So, speaking of freaks, what's your flavour? If you don't mind me asking?" She asked, trying to casually look Doe up and down. He was actually quite nice to look at, if his hair wasn't a bit of a wild colour.
 

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    John Doe Langley

    Doe blushed slightly when Evelyn reminded him of the posters he had posted earlier. It wasn't a bad thing, it was actually nice to know the fliers were already working, but he couldnt help but feel a bit shy from having it pointed out.
    "Haha, yep, that's me! You outta come by and buy some some time!"
    He said. The hand he had ran through his hair drifted down to rub the back of his neck. His eyes followed Evelyn's finger, and landed on the group of people Evelyn was watching. One of them looked upset, while the other two were trying to calm him down. He caught sight of sparks bouncing off of one who was upset. The static emitting from him made the hair on Doe's arms stand on end. What..? No that guy wasn't making that electricity. That wasn't possible... Right? Doe's mind drifted back to what Albatross had told him about this place. Were. Were the people here really as magical as she claimed they were? Was he... not human?
    The smile on his face fell into a slight frown when Evelyn made a comment about the other guests. 'Freaks'..? That.. that wasn't a very nice thing to say about other people. Especially people you don't know. He opened his mouth to chastise Evelyn, but she had started to apologize before the stern words could leave his mouth. Doe's expression softened,
    "You're alright, just be more careful with how you talk about other people next time."
    He replied, returning her small smile. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when Evelyn asked her question.
    "Uh..."
    He hesitated, not because he didn't want to but because he didn't know how to answer. What did she mean by that? Was she implying that he wasn't human? Alabtross's words echoed in his mind. A world full of myth and mystical, inhabited by creatures with powers beyond what any human could imagine. People like him.
    That part always confused him. Even if the 'supernatural' turned out to be 'just natural', why did she insist on including him in that? He wasn't a vampire or ghost or a zombie, or anything strange and unordinary, he was just a human. He didnt have wings or horns or a tail. Sure his ears were a little more pointed and his teeth were slightly sharper than others, but he was just born like that! People were born with strange features all the time, what made him different?
    "I.. dont know..?"
    He said, the uncertainty in his voice painfully evident.


 
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  • The agony, and the painful memories attached were beginning to fade. He could focus much easier on the present, and not that hole in Chechnya that the electricity coursing through his body reminded him of. He had been told that even that would heal, in time, but after nearly thirty years he had begun to lose hope. He looked deep into Taranis' eyes, and gave him an encouraging smile.
    "There you go, Kid. You are doing great. It will be okay, just try to relax. In situations like this, the more you try to force it, the harder it gets. What is your favorite thing in the whole world, Kid? Something that makes you happy every time you think about it. Focus on that. It is okay for you to be happy, even if sometimes it is hard. If that is not enough, you can release it into me. Trust me, Kid. Whatever you got, my body can handle. Trust me, just like I trust you. I do not expect perfect control overnight. No one does, and no one is capable of it. When I first started developing, I was not used to my new speed. I ended up running face first into this old peach tree on the family farm. Cracked my head open something fierce. Of course, I also cracked the trunk of the tree and killed it. Grandfather was NOT happy about that one," he said, with a bark of laughter.
    "We all make mistakes, lose control. It happens, but I refuse to judge you for it. I believe that you are a really good, and special kid underneath it all." He tipped Taranis a quick wink, along with one of his wolfish smiles.
 

  • Taranis was quiet for a while, just listening to the Colonel speak. His favorite thing...? He wasn't sure about that. Memories of when he was human were hazy at best, and he hadn't had much time to figure out hobbies that could withstand his electricity since arriving here. Well, he had had a week of down time before the potluck, but that was spent bickering with his brother, being bored, or trying to settle in more. He hadnt really found anything that he  liked yet.
    "But... im always losing control. It's not just every now and then like others..." he mumbled, looking away.
    "It's alright Tata. We're working on it. What you just did was really good progress! Even if you're still staticky." Tolliver tried to assure his twin.
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Evelyn

Interactions: Blaklyte Blaklyte (Doe)
Mentions: Veil Walker Veil Walker (Abraxas)
Mood: Tense, Guard Up

Doe looked uncomfortable, which surprised Evelyn more than anything. Like she'd unlocked a door that he hadn't realised was there before, and now wanted to look at what was inside. Looking at him, she figured between the teeth and the hair and the ears he had some elf or fae buried deep somewhere, or maybe he was only half human? But his final answer shocked him.

"I.. dont know..?"

"What the hell does that mean?" She thought to herself. Evelyn opened her mouth to pry further, then a flood of memories and wisdom that she had earned with age and pain closed it for her. She'd made this mistake before, opening herself too quickly to others she thought were like her, then was shunned for what she was. Even the supernatural were wary of her kind it seems. While many supernatural creatures were demonic or beastly enough, the title of Vampire still carried more weight than many were willing to carry. And that fear gave in too quickly to mistrust for her liking. If Doe was just a human with a drop of Other blood, he was still just human.

Choking back a little panic, she adjusted her stance to less threatening and in Doe's face, leaning back against a table. She'd thought because of his own teeth that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't alone. All thoughts of that dream now lay dead underneath his words. As best as she could, she moved her fangs in her mouth. They couldn't retract or disappear, but a few tricks of the light and keeping tight lipped meant that most wouldn't notice the elongated canines, only something white in the corner of her mouth that an observer's brain naturally assumed was more teeth. Not even a lie really.

"Ok," She nodded quickly. "Forget I asked. I guess not everything has to have a name right?" She said with a tight lipped smile. She tried to glance over to Abraxas to get his attention, to try and shed some light on things, while changing the subject as best she could. "So, your flowers?" Evelyn asked. "Got any tips for a beginner? I had a few plants back East a few years back, but I don't think the heat here agrees with them," She admitted.
 
Zee was grateful that they weren't pushed the topic. A lifetime of being told to hide their supernatural nature, especially by those who weren't any type of supernatural, had left Zee feeling they'd crossed a line with just that one sentence. Usual shirts didn't accommodate for Zee's wings, and they had no other excuse planned for the inevitable "Why" questions that didn't sound like they were just making it up.

When Bran asked what they brought for food, Zee held one of the small burgers up. "I brought sliders. Both the shroomy ones, and the ones that used to eat shroomys." They grinned widely at their joke, fully prepared to rephrase the sentence if no one got it. They found it funny at least. "Oh, and the brookies. My Mama's recipe, though I did put a bit of instant coffee in to enhance the flavour. Decaff. Didn't want anyone bouncing off the walls 'til midnight."

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  • The Colonel hefted a quiet sigh. He could tell Taranis was struggling to come to grips with this. It was also obvious the kid had no real patience with himself.
    "Control is hard. I knew someone like you, back in the Force. Name of Stepanich. His flavor was fire, and it terrified him. Back then, we were all trying to figure out our powers. Just trying to survive. Do whatever it took to get home. The first few nights, he kept setting the bunkhouse on fire in his sleep. Turns out, he had never slept anywhere but home. Kept having nightmares because he could not fully relax. We figured his control out, and I think between your brother and I, we can do the same for you. How long have you had these powers, anyway? My guess is, not too long. Hard to control something when you are not used to it. Heck, you figured out how to get it down to static levels just by letting an old man talk at you." The Colonel gave Taranis a wink and a genuine smile, patting his shoulder. He was glad the kid had toned things down a bit. Anymore of the high voltage, and he was going to start thinking about Chechnya, and he did NOT want to think about Chechnya. Some things were better left in the past.
    "I am not giving up on you, Kid, and I am sure your brother is not going to give up either. Try not to give up on yourself, okay?"
 
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