Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

[RegalWindstar]

Luke raised an eyebrow at Oliver "Fairies can't lose teeth. You know the tooth fairy kids believe in?" he sat down next to Oliver "There is some truth to that, there is a fairy involved with teeth. Shes pretty obsessed with them she uses them to cast spells and make potions. Shes quite a quirky lady. Her ancestors were the same way and they long ago tested magic on all of fairy kind which stuck much like a curse would which made it so we can't lose our own teeth. More of a blessing if you ask me" @Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

"Oh, we have something like that in hell too," Oliver mused, tapping his bottom lip with his thumb, trying to think of the name, but coming up with a blank, "Horribly little creatures they are. They have nothing to do with teeth, really, they're just nicknamed that, because of their grins." The imp scooted back on the couch, tucking his legs up under him, tilting his head to the side as he stared at Luke, "It must be nice, though, to know that if you get sucker punched in the mouth, your teeth wont fall out." He finally said after a while, "Did you know that people have choked on their own teeth, for that very reason?"

 

[RegalWindstar]

Luke cringed "Yeah I seen it happen to a human before. It wasn't a pleasant sight. Poor guy choked to death before an ambulance got to him." @Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

"That happened to a friend of mine once," Oliver mused, yawning a little. Now that his stomach was satisfyingly full, he was beginning to feel drowsy again, and talking to Luke had really helped on his mood, "Well, not a friend. More of a partner. A work... associate... okay, so I didn't know his name, really, we just happened to work under the same master for a while. Anyway, this guy got kicked in the mouth by a stray undead horse, most likely originating from a circus or something, 'cause I remember it had paint splattered all over it. The guy nearly choked to death, but he lived." The imp shrugged.

 

[RegalWindstar]

Luke smiled "Thats good. I'm glad he lived." he noticed Oliver's eyes start to droop "Why don't you go back to sleep, you look tired. I'll wake you up when the others get back if you want and I'll stay in this room, I'll be here if you need me." @Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

"Mhm..." Oliver murmured, his head dropping against the armrest of the couch, "Damned guy nearly got me in trouble," He continued, his eyes closing, "Tried to fault me for breaking his ribs when I tried to get his stupid tooth out of his equally stupid throat..." With that, the imp curled up, and fell asleep, his soft snores coming out in the same rhythm as his swinging tail.

 

[RegalWindstar]

Luke smiled with a light soft quiet chuckle. He stood up and looked around the Apartment finding a spare blanket he walked back over and layed it across Oliver to keep him warm before doing a quick check of security of the windows and then he snuck down the stairs putting the dishes he had carried up in the sink. He walked back up the stairs and took his position again, once more on high alert Determined to protect his little brother at all costs.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie ran to the demon, nearly knocking him over from the force of her collsion as she hugged him tightly, shaking like a leaf." Does that mean we can go home...we all did it once, just like you wanted..." She sniffled.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Yeah, unless Raya wants to take morn turns," Vincent chukled, running a hand over her back with a smile, "Surely, it wasn't tat bad, hm?" He asked as he tried to get up. HE found that the only way to do so, was to lift Ellie up with him, so he did.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie looked up glaring at the demon, "About as bad as having a tea party with werewolves on a full moon," She hissed. She wrapped her arms around Vinny's neck, making her look like a human necktie.

 

[Cryobionic]

Quincy was restless. It had been four days, and he still hadn't been able to leave the mansion to find out about this new mystery concerning his lookalike. Every time he blinked, images of white and gold would come flashing at the forefront of his mind, pressing at his frontal lobe like some kind of annoying, unbidden visitor. The nightmare was at the edge of snapping completely, something his subject had gotten the brunt of.


He briefly wondered if the dark lady had noticed the ten soldiers missing. Probably not, considering their numbers were nearing the five hundreds, but still. A smile etched his way across his mind as he thought about the misbehaving soldiers. Well, they hadn't been misbehaving, per se, but something had agitated him about them, he was sure. He had been standing at the forefront of their ranks, instructing them on how to quickly behead their victims in a swift and brutal motion, when a inexplicable.... feeling of something had arisen in his chest. It had made him sick, and annoyed. And he was sure the ten men at the front of the ranks were to blame. After all, they had been staring intently at him as he had buckled over, so if not them, who?


Quincy kicked his legs, watching the scenery from a top the roof, his brows furrowing into a frown. At least the ten were now experiencing just what consequences there were to messing with their general. Granted, they probably wouldn't be sane enough to remember it by the end of the week, but that would just have to do. Their screams had served a purpose, at least, for the nightmare was sure the fear he had felt emanating from the barracks signified that the message had been spread all across the remaining soldiers minds.


With a sigh, the nightmare got up, balancing along the edge of the rooftop. His teeth were gritted together, and his eye was lacking it's usual twitch. He hadn't been feeling like himself ever since that meeting with the other him, and it was starting to gnaw at his mind. And not in the good way either. He would have to figure out a way to get to the bottom of this, and soon, he felt, else the darling dark lady would be one general short for the coming war.


~END OF DAY TWENTY THREE~


~DAY TWENTY FOUR~

 

[RegalWindstar]

Alexander groaned waking up his back hurting. He looked around the room dazed his gaze landing on a sleeping Akira his memories slowly coming back.


The night before when they all went back, Alexander took Akira immediately home to rest watching her through the night falling asleep in the chair beside her.


He sighed wondering what that reaction was from yesterday, she seemed fine besides a tiny bit nervous but the way she freaked out Alexander couldn't understand.


He stood up stretching his back popping. His eyes lit up and he slipped out of the room quiet as a mouse and rushed to the kitchen.


Awhile later he snuck back in placing a tray on the table in her room before opening the curtains sunlight streaming through.


Akira groaned and rolled over "Mmm...Someone...turn off the light...." Alexander chuckled and walked over to her sitting down beside her poking her over and over again


"Stop.... stop iiit... I'm trying to ..... sleep" she batted at his hand. Alexander sighed a small smiled on his face before quickly swooping her up out of bed, she let out a squeak at the sudden movement her hands gripping the sheets only for them to come with her. Her eyes were open wide in shock before they turned to Alexander "Alex! What in the world are you doing?!"


He chuckled "Well I needed you to get up" Akira frowned "But the bed was warm" She whined. Alexander smiled setting her on her feet guiding her over to her small table sitting her down taking the lid off the tray "Well whats better a warm bed or breakfast?" Akira's eyes widened, her breakfast was all her favorite foods. Her eyes shined and she looked like she was about to drool.


Alexander chuckled at her expression and walked over to her bed grabbing a blanket walking back and wrapping it around her shoulders hugging her his chin on her head "So I'm guessing you like it?" Akira smiled "Yeah thanks Alex" he smiled and gave her a quick kiss on the head before sitting on the other side of the table watching as she dug into the food happily watching every single slightest change in facial expression with a soft smile on his own face.


When she finished eating he grabbed her by the shoulders leading her out to the garden the blankets still tightly wrapped around her "This is the first real bit of peace we've had together just us two for awhile isn't it?" Akira nodded "So much is always going on, our lives and the lives of our friends are hectic" Alexander led her to the Gazebo the two of them sitting down together in silence for quite a long while cuddling.


Alexander sighed finally speaking up "What happened yesterday? I never knew you were afraid of heights... it wasn't because of the time with the tree was it? Did something worse happen... perhaps during the time I had been away in the past?" Akira's eyes widened and she looked up at Alexander "It was nothing" she lied through her teeth a forced smile on her face.


Alexander frowned 'it wasn't nothing Little bird, Please tell me what really happened."


Akira sighed knowing he'd continue to persist "It was when you were away for awhile yes... My father was taking me with him for a diplomatic mission and... we were attacked while my father was fighting the carriage no one noticed I was still in it and it...it tipped over the edge of the cliff in the passage to Amadir I held on the best I could...but it wasn't enough and I fell. I couldn't use my wings Alex... I couldn't... I thought I was going to die but...but Luke saved me. No one noticed except him what happened to me so I forced him to keep it secret... if father had known I would never have been allowed to go with him again and...if you had known..." Alexander frowned with a sigh "I would have most likely blamed myself for not being there to save you though It wasn't actually my fault" Akira nodded "Exactly. But when we started falling like that I just... My wings I felt them freeze up and if the cord snapped, and it was so high up..." Alexander pulled her to him and hugged her tight "You're fine though, it didn't break, you were.. you ARE safe"


Akira nodded shakily as she hugged Alexander burying her face in his shirt. "Why did you seem fine with it at first, why didn't you say no?" Akira sighed "I was only thinking of how much fun the others would have and how it was something new. But then...when we got there when I seen how high up it was" she clung to him "I don't want to do that ever again." Alexander sighed rubbing her back "If you do fall off anything, I'll be there to catch you, you won't go unnoticed you won't be hurt. I doubt it will happen again, you were just unlucky on that day Akira." Akira nodded feeling a bit better.


Alexander stood up reaching a hand down to her, She raised an eyebrow at him but took it, he quickly dragged her away her blanket falling down. The two of them hid in the bushes as Alistair walked by with Luke looking for them. Luke's eyes passed over them and he led Alistair the opposite way of them. Alexander smirked and they rushed away, They walked for awhile finding their hide out. Alexander hopped to each stone helping Akira over to the previous stone he was on each time before going through the waterfall which opened long enough for them to.


She giggled sitting down on the pillows inside. Alexander smiled walking to the mini fridge grabbing two bottles of water tossing one to her "Luke kept this place stocked and cleaned up." Akira looked surprised at that "How did he know about it?" Alexander smiled with a sigh "I told him about it, you would also go here when upset afterall. Though you kind of stopped us from finding you by instead hiding elsewhere." Akira smiled sheepishly. Alexander sat beside her "Where did you hide anyway?" Akira smiled with a giggle "Here" Alexander raised an eyebrow "What? But we never found you!"


Akira smirked and walked over to the one wall her hand glowing an illusion faded from it revealing crystal which slid open to reveal a small hiding spot. Alexander sighed "Well that makes me feel like an idiot" Akira giggled "Don't, you weren't good with illusions around then and when you finally were good with illusions you never came in here or had reason to anymore."


Alexander nodded "Yeah you're right about that." they sat once more in silence before Akira hopped up walking over to the bookcase they dragged in years ago and grabbed a photo album. She sat next to him once more "Remember this?" Alexander groaned with a chuckle "Please don't" Akira shook her head laughing before opening it up "We are so doing this Alex whether you like it or not"


He sighed knowing there was no way she'd let it go. For hours they just sat looking through the album teasing eachother about embarrassing photos.

 

[DestinyRed]

Raya continued to toss and turn around her bed as a small crown of fire weaved around her head. She had accidentally hopped into some ones dream and she wasn't sure how to hop out, so instead she played along. She was a princess at the moment -damsel in distress to be exact- and was patiently awaiting for her knight in shining armor- a three year old wearing armor made of frozen peanut butter- to save her from her tower. It was cliché but she thought it was incredibly cute, "Wrong way." she muttered as she stood on the tiny balcony located on the roof and watched the kid make a wrong turn, "Don't fall off the po-" she cut herself off when the kid tumbled off the Shetland pony and landed in a pile of Horse doo.


When the kid started making 'snow' angels her mouth dropped open, "Get up!" She squealed even though the kid couldn't hear. As she waited for another twenty minutes she turned around with an annoyed huff and crossed her arms, "I'm not waiting any longer." she grumbled then kicked off her fancy heels and backed up, taking a running leap off the top of the tower and diving through the ground.


In the real world, the crown of fire around her head morphed to little leaves trickling around her hands. As Raya wobbly stood up and took in the scenery. Loads upon loads of birch trees, spreading as far as the eye could see, "Not this one Again!" she screeched then ducked behind a tree, watching as batman emerged from the tree line and superman started flying towards him from the Night sky, "Can I at least get a teens dream? Is that to much to ask?"


With a sigh she pointed her hands at the dirt ground then kicked her legs up and popped right through the ground, into a room covered in blood. It reeked of sulfur and smelt like something was burning with strange things shaped as knifes hanging from the walls. A male with silver hair splattered in red and pitch black eyes emerged from a dark corner, his mouth foaming and left in a feral grin as his fist repetitively clenched then loosed. The male was murmuring things shifting his weight back and forth between his feet well twirling a small hunting knife between his fingers well a little girl with bright Blue eyes and firey red hair was clutching a pink stitched rabbit to and chest and stood frozen in place on the opposite. She was standing so still Raya could have mistaken her for a statue. As the male took a threatening step forward. Raya did too, without control of it.


In panic she tried swiping her hand back, grimacing at the painful result. Suddenly it felt like she had shrunk, and was caged in someone else's mind as she was forced to watch the terror about to unfold.


As her cage took a step towards the now crying girl she noticed the knife in the hand and started thrashing, sending bits of power out in puffs of smoke, in and out of the dream. As she took another step closer and her hand launched out, inches away from the girl, Raya start screaming. They were ear shattering screams and stank of fear as the knife in her hand ran along the girls flesh, permanently marring the perfect skin, "Let me out!" She screamed, banging against the walls of the human cage she was trapped in.


Then the prison of her own body rammed the knife into the girls shoulder and took it's sweet time carving circles around and around the area, causing the girl to scream in pain and recoil as the other man did the exact same thing on her other shoulder


"Stop it! Just stop! Please! She didn't do anything wrong!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she started to shake, "She doesn't deserve this!" Raya screamed, dropping to her knees and covering her eyes and forcing her hands over her ears so she didn't have to hear the screams . Suddenly she fell through the floor and was left sobbing in the quiet white room of her own dreams.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Boring." Quincy muttered dismayed, skipping along the hallways of the mansion, the sounds of his bare feet hitting against the stone slab floor echoing off the walls and down the dark corridor, making whatever small, eight legged creatures lurking in the shadows flee for the safety of their webs. "Boring." The nightmare repeated, turning the corner, spinning around in a flourish, his face still a pale deadpan.


As he came to the middle of the hallway, he became aware of another presence, standing frozen just a few feet away from him. It was one of the Dark Lady's maids, clutching what looked to be a serving tray with some empty glasses on it. The glasses were shaking, their dull clang against the metal tray resonating throughout the area. Quincy stared at the maid, unblinking, tilting his head to the side as if contemplating something. "Bored." He muttered, dancing up to her, coming to a standstill right in front of her pale face, his nose almost touching hers. He could make out every detail of her face, every freckle, which stood out like a thousand splatters of paint on a blank canvas. Quincy narrowed his eyes, and struck her in the chest, just above her heart.


With a long, drawn out whine, her green eyes rolled back into her head as she fell, paralyzed, the tray she had been holding dropping to the ground at an alarming rate. Quincy didn't quite know why, but his hands shot out to catch the tray, saving the glasses on in just as the maids head cracked against the stone tiles. The nightmare tutted his tongue as he watched a halo of crimson begin to seep out around her head, staining her blonde curls in red. Honestly.


As the white haired nightmare continued to stare down at the girl, the tray balanced perfectly in his palm, his mind began to whir. Maybe he could use this to alleviate his boredom somewhat. It would certainly be worth a try, and he hadn't been feeling very optimistic about anything that had to do with anything the past few days. Maybe he could turn that around. Pursing his lips, he glanced up, and out the window. The bats had been rather vicious this past week, the darling creatures. He was sure it had something to do with their newly developed diet, and he couldn't really fault them. Red looked like such a wonderfully tasty color.


Quincy raised a curious brow, turning back to the girl. With an inquisitive stare, he knelt down, placing the tray on the floor beside him, before reaching out and running his finger over the ever growing pool of blood. It felt warm. And sticky, and it was running down his finger, covering his purple painted nail in red. With a shrug, he stuck his digits in his mouth. For a second, anyway, before he made a face and emitted a disappointed giggle. It tasted like sand. Just like every other color.


Oh well, he thought as he rose to his feet and grabbed the maid by her blonde locks, at least the bats would be well fed this morning.


(There, @DestinyRed, I had him do something. xD )

 

[thistle]

The air steamed between his lips as though he had just exhaled from the drag of a cigarette as Jun made his way into the city. While one hand remained housed inside a jacket’s pocket, the other kept hold of his collar, as if hoping to capture a draft of the chilled fall air.


While heading out for the day, the gray weather had been misinterpreted for one full of snow and Jun had shrugged on his winter coat. Had he remembered that it was only early in the season he would have decided on something far lighter. In the first few minutes out the shade had begun to swelter inside his jacket, visibly out of place amongst the cotton wool sweaters and airy jackets.


He unbuckled the first three toggles of his coat and pulled it open, a cool breeze dipping into the pocket as if it sought shelter. It wasn’t as if he lacked apparel underneath but Jun preferred the warmth more than anything.


Since there was still some time before the café opened, Jun pondered on how he could pass the time, glancing inside the nearest window shop. Ironically it belonged to the music boxes he had observed before. They remained quite to his single person audience, shy and demure, and as Jun roved his eyes among them he noticed the one that had caught his attention previously was no where to be seen.

 

[Cryobionic]

It hadn't taken long for the entertainment and amusement of watching the bats rip into the tender flesh of the young maid to wear itself thin, and Quincy once again found himself at a loss for what to do. The nightmare, sighing and making whining noises just because he could, had began to make his way across the mansions back garden, plucking up roses here and there, letting the thorns prickle into his palms. Briefly, he had wondered as he looked down at the newly opened wounds in his palms, if his own blood tasted like sand, but he had refrained from actually figuring it out.


He had then wiped his palms off on the dead, yellowing grass, which looked so oddly out of place next to the large, dark mansion of evil. It didn't matter, though, as he wasn't about to wipe his bleeding hands on his shirt, or his trousers. The red color would clash so horribly with the purple and grey, and it simply wasn't worth it. In his opinion.


In the distance he had then spotted lights, only a little ways beyond the trees of the forest stretching on below the manor. His pale eyebrows had then risen, because he hadn't seen these lights before, and he wasn't sure why that might have been the case. It looked like a small city, glowing just enough to light up the early morning sky. Had the sun been out, he might not have seen it at all, but such was not the case.


The first smile of the day had then appeared on his face, a smile that was created from the realization that his boredom was now about to be vanished. It had not been a nice smile.


And that had been how Quincy had found himself walking along the streets of the small town, his red eyes looking around every which way at all the humans hustling about. Some of them carrying large, plastic bags filled to the brim with... something. The nightmare wasn't sure what, but it seemed quite important, seeing as how nearly every human he had passed had been dragging them along. Quincy couldn't remember ever having seen so many humans before, in one place, and the way they were scattering around sort of reminded him of what happened when one poked a hatching spider egg. The thought made him burst out into sudden giggles, drawing strange looks from the nearby people.

 

[thistle]

Jun's gaze broke from the window as something, without warning, pinched uncomfortably against the flesh of his left hand. Intending to give it a quick inspection, he slipped the one in his pocket free, only to wince once more as he felt the same sensation in his other. Bewildered eyes traced over the skin now braided with faint, red puncture marks, as if he had dashed his hands against the coarse cement walls just now.


He clenched them, miraculously feeling no further pain, and hurried from the shop. In his haste a passing stranger caught his shoulder, jarring him, and his eyes widened with a delirious light, challenging the affronted looking man to fault him for the disturbance. Catching the wild look, the man bit off what he was going to say, leaving the shade with an expression of rebuke as he carried on his way.


The sensation passed, and troubled fingers rested against his brow as Jun exhaled sharply. It was similar to the event at the castle, leaving the shade's nerves bristling with mild unease. Peering across the way, the small clock tower read that there was still a little over an hour left before Vincent unlocked the doors. He ground his teeth to one another and with his eyes gravitating to the pavement, Jun carried on in the gray filled city.

 

[Cryobionic]

His giggles began to subside as Quincy suddenly became aware of a abrupt, unexplained... feeling in his chest. It felt very much the same as the feeling he had gotten just the day previous, when the blasted soldiers had done something to him. It was like a faint, sinking, dull feeling, spreading from his chest to his fingertips, making them tingle uncomfortably. The nightmare frowned in confusion, placing his palm over his chest.


The feeling was gone almost as soon as it had come, though, and it was soon forgotten in favor of staring around some more, taking in every sight, every human passing him by. He imagined he must have looked quite out of place in this setting, but he didn't much care. He was pretty used to looking out of place, and he was even more used to having people staring at him more often than not.


With a small huff he started skipping along the pavement, clasping his hands behind his back happily, while grinning at every passing person, crimson eyes flashing with amusement.


Something large and flashing caught his peripheral then, and the nightmare turned to look. His head tilted and his eyes wide in sudden, unabashed curiosity as he stared towards the sparkling, green tree sat up in the middle of the busy street. It was huge, and stank faintly of pine, making Quincy's nose scrunch up uncomfortably despite the shiny ornaments spread across the entire thing. The nightmare shook his head to clear it, before dancing up to the tree, every step making the smell of pine grow stronger and stronger. Never before had he seen such lights, such absolute shininess adorned on a tree of all things. He didn't understand it.


Red eyes stared back at him as he gazed into one of the decorations, a large, white ball of some kind. It looked absolutely fragile, and he wondered briefly how long one of these would last at the circus.

 

[thistle]

The street had suddenly grown too crowded for his tastes. A sense of restlessness prodded Jun in the side as he noticed the shoulders looming closer to his face, heard the speech impede in the silence he so wished for at the moment. The bodies were too close for comfort, and slipping precariously from the side walk, Jun stumbled, caught himself, and crossed inside a holding of pine trees.


Passing through the chain linked fence immediately brought an air of calmness as he slowed inside the nettled forest. The air was fresh, tinged with a light sweetness that seemed to clear his head. He could still sense something biting at the back of his mind, wishing to be heard, and on impulse Jun grabbed a few of the evergreen branches and pressed his face into them as close as he dared. One needle nicked him sharply on the cheek, but it seemed to clear his mind even further as he inhaled as much of the scent as possible.


The feeling soon faded, easing into dull submission, and taking a step away with a deep sigh, Jun, not wishing to brave the crowd at the moment, sought the alternative exit that led to the outside, unaware of who awaited on the other side.

 

[Cryobionic]

There was a plethora of different, shiny balls hanging from the branches. All in different sizes and different colors, reflecting off the dim light of the overcast morning sky like a thousand of amazingly colorful stars. It reminded Quincy of the lights hung up around the circus, the glowing orbs of color that had drawn him to the jolly place all those years ago. Evoking a sense of twisted nostalgia in his chest. Along with hundreds of flashing, uncontrollable memories of times long since past.


The nightmare reached out and grabbed one, swiftly crushing it's fragile form beneath his fingers.


Nostalgia war overrated anyway.


Quincy turned his hand around slowly and watched as the crushed bulb of color fell to the cold ground, his mind suddenly uncharacteristically calm. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it felt as though a veil of some sort had been removed from this thoughts, leaving his mind less obscured than usual. It was disconcerting, and odd, and he wasn't sure he liked it. Unlike the broken glass bulb, it was like shattered pieces of his mind were slowly mending themselves back together without his consent, clearing his thoughts, banishing away the shadows of dementia that had lurked in ever corner, until nothing was left but absolute, horrifying clarity.


And then it was gone, as fast as it had came.


The nightmare stumbled, the underside of his still bare feet crushing the broken ornament further into the cement pavement as he tried to catch himself, the force of having his mind suddenly right there sending him flailing in an uncharacteristic display of clumsiness. He could feel a rather sharp part of it sink into the skin under his right foot, sending a stinging pain shooting up his leg, but the nightmare was too occupied with keeping himself from falling face first into the ground to really care.


His hand shot out instinctively, his purple-nailed fingers clasping around something soft in an effort to steady himself. It worked, and Quincy breathed out as he once again found himself on steady footing.


With one hand pressed up against his temple, and one still clutching whatever had prevented him from falling, the nightmare looked up slowly, his crimson eyes twitching as they tried to focus back in on reality.


Red stained lips parted ever so slightly, and a small gasp escaped them as red eyes widened, and stopped twitching, their owner coming to an absolute halt once more, as he stared into the golden pair of orbs that had refused to leave his mind ever since he first saw them.

 

[DestinyRed]

Emiya continued cutting cucumbers as Raya's Aunt continued showing her how to use the coffee maker. That night Raya had said that Emiya could crash on the cot in the backroom -only if she made breakfast in the morning, and Emiya wasn't one to break her word. As Pops flipped a pancake Emiya walked over to the cupboard to grab plates, scowling as she realized she was looking at a cupboard full of Mugs, "Mr. Pops, where are the plates again?" she asked with an Awkward laugh, "It's beside that cupboard." he replied with a chuckle and flipped the heart shaped pancake


Emiya face palmed then got on her tippy toes to reach for the plates, frowning when she realized she was to short. As she was about to give up she noticed the stools beside the island and smiled. She quickly grabbed a stool and placed it beside the counter, hopping up then reaching into the cupboard and grabbing four plates, "Victory!" She happily cheered then hopped down and put the stool back in place, handing the plates to the laughing Pops.


- - - - - -


Raya pushed her legs more, using the song "Vengeance" to keep her legs pumping. She had woken up in a sweaty panic at about 5 in the morning, and had gotten dressed and bolted out the door at 6. Now she had been running for almost 2 hours. The teen wasn't even paying attention, mainly watching her own breath fly past as she sprinted.


Of course there wasn't much breath to be seen in the crisp autumn air, seeing as her breaths were coming out as shards of glass now. Short and Sharp.


After another five minutes of running she arrived back at the costume store, looping around to the dark back of the building and climbing up the fire escape so she could hop into the house through her bedroom window. With her breath still in fragments she peeled off her shirt and threw it in the bin, throwing on a yellow tank top and some perfume before looking herself in the mirror, furrowing her brows at the faint marks around her neck and dark circles under her eyes.


Imperfections... she thought to herself, I can just cover them up. In a few minutes she had everything covered in concealer then walked out into the hallway, quirking a brow at the smell of pancakes. Pancakes? Bacon is or daily breakfast. She thought then forced her anger to the back of her mind and poked her head around a corner and noticed Emiya and Pops cooking well Merle made coffee, "I was joking about the breakfast thingy!" She screeched and Emiya awkwardly laughed, "To late..."

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie opened up her eyes sleepily as Chomp's angry screeching woke her up from the blackness of sleep. "Yes yes," she sighed, sitting up in the bed picking Chomp up from his place on the nightstand next to her. Chomp looked up expectantly up at her, his leaves wiggling in happiness at seeing his human no longer in that death like state they seemed so fond of. Ellie giggled stroking his fat head gently, "You're such a good boy," she cooed, placing a light kiss on the plants head. She glanced over at the still sleeping blue haired demon beside her, giving him a faint smile. It's nice like this...Waking up next to him like this...She thought happily placing a light kiss on the demons temple crawling out of bed quietly as not to disturb him. She sneaked quietly out of the room, sneaking down to cafe holding Chomp close to her heart.


As they entered to cafe, Ellie went to kitchen pulling out the last packet of meat they had left. "I'll have to go shopping again," she murmured, proceeding to feed him, taking breaks to stroke the plants head lovingly.

 

[thistle]

Oblivious to the fresh bits of evergreen that now clung to his hair, Jun was nearly out the gates when he was suddenly pulled up short. Whatever halted him was firm enough to make him believe for a split second that his coat had snagged on a loose wire, and he turned to set himself free. Instead of touching cool metal, there was flesh beneath his hand, tense and somewhat cool.


As odd as it were, Jun spared a moment to observe the fingers that clutched him, and saw they looked as exactly as his own that hovered over it. Lifting his gaze made him start beneath the hold as Jun, chocking down a gasp, stared straight into his own face. No doubt the resemblance was even more striking, considering that the other wore an expression that matched his own exact shock.


Stunned by the encounter, Jun grew still even further as he remembered the events back at the castle. That snarling mouth, the enraged orbs that had glared down at him beneath the moon struck room. The images arrived with such staggering speed that it finally enabled him to break from his trance. With haste that surprised even himself, his coat came free of his twin's hold as Jun ripped himself free, wavering as he fell back a few steps.


"Who - what...?" His tongue felt unfamiliar in his mouth as he sought to form a coherent sentence, or a word. Anything at this moment would do. The breath he drew was tight and Jun buried one hand in the front of his coat, the other into the chain link fence as he strained to keep his footing. "Who are you?"

 

[Cryobionic]

"What!"


The word came unbidden from his lips as he drew back sharply, the nightmare's arm raising on it's own to point an accusing, purple-nailed finger at the very person who had tormented his thoughts, refusing to let him be. He stared into the golden eyes of his doppelganger, his own left eye starting to twitch ever so slightly once again, as Quincy regained what was left of his senses. Hearing his own voice, so familiar to him, come out of the other boys lips, in the form of shocked, jumbled words, almost made him loose it again.


Then, what he had said registered in his mind. He had wanted to seek this person out, for the sake of sating his own, burning curiosity. However, not that Quincy stood before him, staring at the face that perfectly resembled his own, the nightmare found that for once in his life, he had no idea what to do.


It was maddening, and as Quincy lowered his arm, his eyes began to trail over the staring boy, trying to make some sense out of the situation.


The other him looked more disheveled than he had when they had first encountered, he observed first, and his sense of fashion was absolutely atrocious. Baggy trousers under a woolen, gainsboro trench. Honestly. The nightmare resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow at the boys attire, forcing his mind back on track as a distorted memory of himself ripping up the others shirt came to mind.


"It really is me who should be asking you that question, isn't it, darling?" He finally said, his voice surprisingly normal. There was an edge to it, though, barely noticeable. Like a sharp, concealed blade. Laced with poison. "After all, you're the one in possession of my features, aren't you?"

 

[thistle]

Jun balked, visibly withdrawing his head as he heard the accusation. It was his own voice and not at the same time. The moment his twin's face contorted into an expression that Jun himself had never pulled made the moment terribly surreal. A slight grin that was a bit too wild around the edges and the brows that were raised just a breath too high made Jun realize he was standing before a completely different person.


With the slightest alterations of one's face, the situation was poignantly clear that they were indeed individuals.


Jun, trying to ignore the title of endearment that had clearly caught him off guard, replied, "Yet you're the one who attacked not only myself, but the other two as well." Best to leave Ellie and Rayas' names out of discussion for he still had no idea how his other's mind worked. "Besides...you - you posses mine as well so that claim can easily go both ways." The soft rebuttal had escaped him before even realizing it. Jun, knowing it was too late to withdraw the words, tried to find a neutrality within the conversation once more.


"Do you even recognize me?" As simple, and possibly ludicrous as the question sounded, it carried more weight than he thought it would. Whatever answer was received would release a floodgate of questions to appear in Jun's mind. Whether he would ask them or not - even possibly, receive inquiries in return - depended on how his other would react. "Do you know me? At all?"