Realistic or Modern No Requiem for Us IC

[seasonedcat]

The two kids of the same height looked back and forth at each other as they observed the girl before them sitting and chatting with some people, probably some friends of hers. Getting into a school you don't go to isn't that hard whenever you look around the right age. Not to mention Luci fooled one of the teachers who got suspicious. Thank goodness for her quick thinking, it saved them once again. Nodding, Titus gulped before approaching the girl from behind, nervously picking at the hole on the inside pocket of his hoodie.

He gently tapped her shoulder, attempting to gather her attention. When she turned he offered her a small smile, not making eye contact with her. "Is there any chance I can talk to you for a second it's really important." Luci came behind him then, "It's no love confession so don't worry about that, we just need to have a little chat." she added plainly. She as well didn't make contact with her eyes, the ghosts had warned the two of them beforehand of this girl's powers.

Titus blushed at Luci's comment, frowning hard at the statement."Of course, it's not Luci Jesus!" he hissed lowly at her. The girl chuckled lightly at his embarrassment, rolling her eyes playfully as he attempted to hide his embarrassment from the two of them. Some of the other girls at the table around her looked up in confusion wondering what exactly was happening and who these people were. Not to mention they had never seen these two kids before in their lives.
AsterRose
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Titus waved Luci over, finally catching what the two of them were looking for. A teen girl sat on the inside of an empty ally, hugging her jacket tighter around her body to keep her warm. It was drizzling around them and all she had to protect her from the elements was the small overlap from the building's roof she sat against. A few drops of water still managed to gather up and drop onto her shoulder but she simply stared ahead acting as if it wasn't happening.

Luci finished jogging over to him, pulling down her hood as she now stood under the umbrella Titus was holding in his hands. "Thank fucking Satan, I thought this was going to take all damn night," she muttered annoyed as she lightly kicked the ground under her. Offering a small laugh Titus began to walk towards the girl, ignoring Luci's cry in surprise as the rain dripped on her. She quickly caught up muttering curses to him as they walked.

Titus stopped in front of the girl, Luci beside him as they gazed down at the girl. Clearing his throat, he offered her a smile, "Uh hey there, you're Celia right?" he broke the silence as he waited for the girl to look up. The street the ally was on was out of the way of people, most likly it was very rare to even see people walking down it, let alone come to her while she was in the ally. Good thing the ghosts told them where they saw her or else they would have really been looking all night.
Missy
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Titus tapped his thigh nervously as he stood at the door of a house. Luci was behind him chewing some gum, loudly blowing bubbles and popping them. *POP*, "Just go ahead and knock if his parents answer we'll just pretend to be one of his friends. I doubt the mother of a teenage boy knows every one of his friends. Plus she will probably just call him down. She also has no idea we are satan's kids she won't call the church the second she sees us."

Titus nodded at Luci's words of encouragement, still with the others they tried to get to them when they weren't at home when they were away from adults. But of course, with him, they just had to have messed up days and now had no choice but to go to his house. Letting out a sigh Lucci stood up from where she was leaning and moved to where Titus was, "Here I'll do it." she spoke, tired of waiting outside the door. If they kept standing outside like weirdos they really were going to get someone called on them.

However, just as she was about to knock on the door it swung open revealing the boy they were talking about. Luci's first hung right in front of his chest. It was silent for a moment before she quickly put her hand down, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment. Titus let out a sigh, man they have perfect timing, "Oh hey... we were uh looking for you," Titus spoke awkwardly, "Any chance we can borrow you for a sec, we need to talk with you."
Nano
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The two kids now stood behind a teenager with white hair. They were sitting on a park bench, gazing at a family having a picnic. Luci played with her hair as she glanced around the park with a blank expression. She let out a yawn, nudging Titus as if telling him to hurry it up already. Titus waved her off, rolling his eyes at her antics. He rounded the bench, stopping in front of the teen, not blocking their sight as not to be rude but standing at the edge of it.

Giving them a small smile and a wave Titus spoke up, "Uh hey there mind if we, I guess I for this one, talk with you briefly." he offered, noticing Luci still behind the bench, poping in another piece of gum as she watched Titus work. She offered a small bored wave, basically saying she wasn't going to bother. Titus rolled his eyes at her before focusing back on the teen before him, "It'll be quick so you don't have to worry about it being too long."

One of the kids from the family behind them chased after the ball that came towards them, rolling and stopping at Titus's ankle. He bent down and fetched it, passing it to the small child as he approached him. The kid muttered thanks before chasing off back to his family, his sister yelling at him to hurry up. With the child now gone Titus once again turned back to the teen before him, he knew the teen really didn't have anything better to do, but he still had to say it.
honeylemon
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Luci stood behind a brown-haired boy as he sat in a cafe reading his book. Titus quickly ran in afterwards, breathing heavily as the door chimed shut behind him, "Why-gasp- did- pant- we have -gasp- to have a -pant- race here?" he spoke out of breath, hands on his knees. Luci chuckled at him, sticking out her tongue, "You're just upset that I completely kicked your ass!~" she teased, "Am not!" he retaliated in anger as he let out a huff as Luci began laughing at him.

Titus then noticed the peeved looks they were receiving and quickly quieted down. "That him?" Luci hummed in affirming lightly as she glanced around the cafe, noticing a spirit lingering around a small child who was sleeping next to his mom. Shaking her head she grabbed Titus's wrist, "Come on." she spoke, pulling him as she walked. She pulled him over to the table the boy was sitting at, taking a seat at the booth across from him, Titus following her suit.

Luci rested her head on her hand as she stared at the boy bored, twirling her hair with her other hand, "Hey dude, you're Adrian right?" she spoke bluntly. Titus glared at her briefly for her rudeness before turning back at the boy, "Sorry about her, we need to talk with you about someth-" "Yah we came to tell you your under arrest for carrying child pornography." Titus let out a strangled sound at this, "No we are not! Absolutely not, enough of this Luci," "You never let me have any fun." she huffed, crossing her arms as she sat back against the chair. Rolling his eyes Titus cleared his throat before speaking up again, "As I was saying, we need to talk to you about some things."
Hubub101
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Luci and Titus shadowed the boy they needed to talk with and his mother as the two of them shopped at the supermarket. They needed a chance to talk to him without his mother around but she just didn't seem to be leaving. Cursing under her breath Luci told Titus she would be right back and left to do something. Titus shrugged this off and continued watching the two from behind the lobster tank, trying to make it look like he was just observing the shellfish.

A few moments later an announcement came on saying that the owner of said car come to the customer service place. Titus let out a shrug of hey that's pretty good, understanding now where Luci ran off to. The mother of the boy muttered under her breath before telling her son she'd be right back, leaving him with the list and running off to the customer service desk. Seizing his opportunity Titus quickly stood up and jogged over to the boy as he continued to look for what was son the list.

Titus grabbed his sleeve catching his attention away from the bread in front of him. "Hey, can I speak to you for a second, it's important," he spoke, trying to even his breathing from the light jog over here. Luci would probably be back pretty soon now that she was done with what she was doing. This meant that until then Titus would have to talk to the boy without her. But to be honest he was doing most of the talking in the past so it wasn't that big of a deal.
Goonfire
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Titus and Luci munched on hotdogs as they watched the boy order his own meal. This had been a place he had been stopping at frequently so they had dropped by at the time he is normally there. Titus handed the rest of his hotdog to Luci who happily accepted and began to munch on it as well. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he swallowed his spit in an attempt to get rid of the taste o ketchup in his mouth.

He began to make his way over to the boy who had just received his hotdog from the Indian man with his hood up, or as Luci liked to call: The Hotdog Wizard. The boy after receiving his food sat down on the curve of the road and began to eat his food. Running his hands through his hair before going up next to him and taking a seat. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep them warm before he spoke up.

"Hey, you're Caduto if I'm not mistaken? I need to talk to you about something if you have the time." behind them Luci was still munching on the two hotdogs watching the two interact. She went over to the stand to fix up Titus's old hotdog to make its toppings better. She wiped off the ketchup and mustard on it with a napkin and replaced it with relish. The evilest topping for your hotdog, of course. Once done she returned to her place and began eating her next hotdog.
Siren77
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Letting out a yawn Luci laid her head on her arms as the two of them sat in the silent library. The bell for lunch to end just rang causing all the kids except one to stand up. The one that didn't stand had a free period next that he was going to use to study for a test. Meaning he would be the only one in the library since the rest had to go to class. Or well, for now, they had to act quick before another one of the kids in the school decides to study on a free period.

Once all the kids had left Titus stood up, leaving behind a sleepy Luci as he approached the kid. The librarian left the room as he approached him, going to grab a coffee from the staff room before the next period most likly. He stopped across from the boy, taking a seat across from him. He quietly tapped his thighs as he thought of what to say. The ghosts said that this one didn't know about his powers or his lineage. This one was going to be the hardest of all of them for sure.

Clearing his throat Titus spoke up, "Hey Syoma is it? Is there any chance I can talk to you for a moment, I need to talk to you about something really important." As he said that he jumped lightly at Luci suddenly plopping down next to him before sending her a small glare before focussing back on Syoma. To be honest, he was thankful she had come over, he wasn't really sure what he was going to do here and Luci's help would definitely be appreciated.
You Know Rebel
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( Juju )
{FYI these all happen at different times btw, they aren't everywhere at once.}

 

[Siren77]

“Hm?” Caduto looked over mid bite into his hotdog to see a rather small dude, looking to be no younger than he was. Maybe a year or two, if that. It really wasn’t that big of a difference. But that really wasn’t what concerned him. Backing away from the hotdog and gave the kid a quizzical look. “I mean, I’d be more than happy to talk with any peculiar stranger that somehow knows my name. But first, do I know you? I wouldn’t supposed Ive knocked heads with you before, you’re much too small for that. Maybe I beat someone up for ya?” Caduto took a bite out of his hotdog before shrugging his shoulders. “You’ve got me kid, I have no idea who the hell you are.”

They were peculiar, certainly unlike any person he’d met in the past. There was a weird vibe coming off of them, which was uncommon for normal humans. But obviously this kid wasn’t normal, so Cad wasn’t surprised all too much. Curious more than anything.

“So, do tell me first. How do you know of me. And secondly, why have you decided to seek me out at my favorite restaurant on wheels?”
Juju seasonedcat

 

[Hubub101]

~sip~
"...That may mean that the mind-which in this instance refers to the soul-anchors itself to the body only through specific points along the nervous system and not through its entirety as previously suggested..."
~sip~
"...Which may explain why eastern traditions held practices such as acupressure in high regard as a therapy for both the nervous system itself and the body's supply of chi, which has previously been established to, at the very least, consist of the same energy as the mind-which in this instance refers to the soul..."
~sip~

Thus was the model of one Adrian Vern's activity for the past three and a half hours. There he had been, nestled in the corner of one of dozens of Vancouver's cafes, strategically positioned for optimal lighting, heating and white noise presence between the low speakers of the establishment and the light bustle of the other patrons. He was about halfway through his second hot chocolate (which was pretty significant considering how much you get in a large) all but completely immersed in the massive tome he had accidentally stolen from a far away library some time prior. The only time his eyes left the informational pages was when he furiously scribbled notes in a comparatively minuscule notebook. His eyes would remain fixed on one page or another even when his hand moved to deliver into himself the glorious potion of happiness that was hot chocolate.

That is, until he heard the sound of a cushion pressurizing within the immediate vicinity. That was odd, there was no booth behind him as he was against a wall, and the booths for the next table were too far for him to have been able to hear. He was in the midst of considering if the next booth would be able to produce that kind of noise if it was damaged or if an exceptionally heavy mass caused the pressurization, but that train of thought was cut off by his peripheral vision picking up two masses of color and shape that did not match the back of the booth across from him.

He had just managed to force himself to look up at the two figures, processing only their most basic features, before the redhead dropped his name. His throat hitched and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, forcing him into a fit of wincing and coughing. He had been using fake names since he got here. There shouldn't be anybody in this city, or this region for that matter, who could link the name Adrian with his face. Right? Had he been careless? Did he let it slip to a pizza deliver service or something? Clearly he was not cut out for this kind of thing solo, considering his explosive reaction burnt to ash any chance of deniability. Even with his mind racing a mile a minute, his postulating was cut short by the second figure, this one with black hair, apologizing. That was nice. These people had found him, were clearly not looking for another Adrian considering his location, and had nearly given him a heart attack, but at least they had the decency to...

...what did she say?

Caught so off guard by the redhead's second string of words that Adrian was left in a state such utter confusion that his mind was rendered almost completely inoperative. His face and posture contorting slowly to match his distress, as all he could consciously do was listen. Once the pair had finished speaking there was a moment of palpable silence between the three of them. It genuinely took a few seconds for the gears in Adrian's head to whirl back to life, and whirl they did.

Okay Adrian, what do you know? There are only two of them. They are visibly unarmed and not uniformed. From my view of the front window there does- "not appear to be any unmarked vans or analogous vehicles outside. I'm not dead, threatened, or otherwise incapacitated, and neither is anybody else within my line of sight. All of which plus the lack of iconography indicate these two posses no intent to harm me and are thus not receiving information from the church. However, the fact that they still had both information on my whereabouts and identity despite my precautions means they acquired such information either by unnatural means or from Dad, the latter being less likely considering considering his precautions and openness about when such precautions were breached. I would have been approached sooner had they been tracking me from before I arrived in this city. Therefore.."

Only now did Adrian conclude his mumbling. Only now did he allow his posture to lax and his breath to even out. He leaned back in his booth, visibly relieved by whatever conclusion he had drawn. He looked back up to the pair who had every right to think he was crazy. "I am so sorry. I was caught off guard and when that happens I have a tendency to think out loud. It is possible I know what things your are referring to, at least in terms of subject. This specific booth should be fairly safe so long as we keep this at a reasonable volume. B-but I've talked enough, you would not be here if you did not have information to present. However, before you do I have one question." At which point, Adrian reached over, took a mighty swig of his now warm chocolate, and turned back to the pair before him with excitement in his eyes and beverage on his upper lip. "Did you find me through one of your powers, or successful communion?"

 

[Goonfire]

‘Oh, dear Satan... Mom is leading me past the fish counter again.’ Quilo held his breath as long as he could, inhaling minimally in this area that people always claimed smelled like unwashed privates. He stayed close to her without audible complaint, pushing the cart alongside her as she compared prices and loaded things into the cart. Just when the lad thought he was free and clear of this hell on earth, an announcement about their Audi rang clear over the intercom. The two stared at each other in confusion for a second. “I’ll just get the bread while you handle that,” Quilo offered, earning a hasty nod and a reminder to not wander too far as his mother went to check on the car.

Once he was far from the curse of fish stench and safely in the bread aisle, Quilo bit his lip and stroked his chin. His mother had fickle taste in bread. Last week, it was regular white bread. The week before, whole wheat, and the week before that, bagels. If he had to guess, he’d say this seemed like a sourdough kind of week. As he reached out to grab a loaf, another hand grasped his sleeve, provoking a surprised gasp. It was merely another boy, but... he had something important to discuss?

Confused, Quilo replied softly, “Well... I don’t work here, if that’s what you mean.” For some reason, people kept mistaking him for an employee when he was by himself, though it was mostly disgruntled old women. “M-maybe the customer service desk would be a bigger help?” Sure, it was odd, but he didn’t suspect anything was wrong. What did the stranger want?

seasonedcat Juju

 

[AsterRose]

Rennie’s head snapped up from her phone as she showed the others her photos. Should Luci and Titus notice, they were of the rest of group in seductive poses, which without the colour and light editing would have looked downright corny. As the group’s attention soon followed Rennie’s, their supposed leader eyed the two out. Luckily, her eyes were a very human brown. For the time being.

These guys didn’t fit in, Rennie noticed. “Fresh meat, huh?” They sure had guts to come right up to her, until they saw them looking down. She already had such a name for herself, and these guys probably didn’t start for at least a day. The slightest grin formed on her lips after the girl’s comment. It was both from being enlightened and relieved.

But while she was cold, she wouldn’t deny every person who came to talk to her. She pocketed her phone in her mustard yellow hoodie, much to the dismay of the others, and properly faced the two of them. “I don’t have all day, so what you two have to offer better be worth it.” If not, she could just command them to flee. "And if you're asking something of me, you better have a good bargain. There's no room for favors in this world."

seasonedcat Juju

 

[honeylemon]

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Azen Bisset
Mood: Worried & Curious
Location: Stanley Park, Vancouver, B.C.
Outfit: Fall Casual
Interactions: Titus

With one foot swaying now and again, its leg propped up on their other, Azen was doing their best to feign sleep. Their eyes were closed and they generally seemed quite relaxed- despite the state of near panic their thoughts were running through. Two days prior- in another city, mind you- they'd recognized a face in the crowd. It took them a trip halfway through the city to realize that they must've been mistaken. None of them- and certainly not him- would be bothered to chase them so far... right?

Regardless, they took this chance to relax. The only sense that was truly engaged was their sense of hearing- the one they most heavily relied upon normally. They could hear the hollers and screams of small children with hardly a care in the world. They seemed to be playing some game, what with the amount of thuds and searches for balls that occurred. Simpler times.

Stretching, Azen sat up straighter. They opened their eyes and gave them a moment to adjust- as well as they could. They rubbed them a bit as they tried to categorize the faint blobs and silhouettes they could see. There was a large group of kids playing what seemed to be soccer, a pair of... lovers? gazing at the clouds (or perhaps they were simply taking a nap- it was hard to tell with how little noise they made), and something akin to a picnic. None of them seemed to be a threat, so Azen allowed their attention to wander.

Azen found their gaze directed to the picnickers when a voice startled them. Certainly, if they were more attentive they would've noticed the crunching leaves underfoot, or any of the other numerous sounds one makes when walking. A tad late for that now, isn't it.

No time for that now. They turned to face the speaker, doing their best to form some semblance of eye-contact. Flicking their attention to the words, Azen's mind stumbled over the words for a bit. First of all, we. That implies two or more people, working together. This suspicion confirmed itself when they heard the sounds of what seemed to be a wrapper. Secondly, there was the matter of those next words. For this one. These two- or a group they worked for- were speaking to multiple people, which they themself were just one of. What shared feature would they be chosen for? Some physical disability? Perhaps a lack of legal papers? Were- were they just one of many... runaways... being caught by these folks?

"Calm down Zen." Right. Calm. They could- they could do calm.

At the verge of hyperventilating, Azen took a moment to go back over those words. They just wanted to talk. It wouldn't be that bad either- they promised it'd be short. That- that should be fine. Yeah. Just... don't bring up the other thing and it would, it would be fine.

Azen let out a short breath and paused, putting their words together. Err, word. "...Sure." They didn't have any reason to refuse. And besides, if it were something shady, they were in a public place. Hopefully, though, it wouldn't come to a cry for help. Hopefully.

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With one foot swaying now and again, its leg propped up on their other, Azen was doing their best to feign sleep. Their eyes were closed and they generally seemed quite relaxed- despite the state of near panic their thoughts were running through. Two days prior- in another city, mind you- they'd recognized a face in the crowd. It took them a trip halfway through the city to realize that they must've been mistaken. None of them- and certainly not him- would be bothered to chase them so far... right?

Regardless, they took this chance to relax. The only sense that was truly engaged was their sense of hearing- the one they most heavily relied upon normally. They could hear the hollers and screams of small children with hardly a care in the world. They seemed to be playing some game, what with the amount of thuds and searches for balls that occurred. Simpler times.

Stretching, Azen sat up straighter. They opened their eyes and gave them a moment to adjust- as well as they could. They rubbed them a bit as they tried to categorize the faint blobs and silhouettes they could see. There was a large group of kids playing what seemed to be soccer, a pair of... lovers? gazing at the clouds (or perhaps they were simply taking a nap- it was hard to tell with how little noise they made), and something akin to a picnic. None of them seemed to be a threat, so Azen allowed their attention to wander.

Azen found their gaze directed to the picnickers when a voice startled them. Certainly, if they were more attentive they would've noticed the crunching leaves underfoot, or any of the other numerous sounds one makes when walking. A tad late for that now, isn't it.

No time for that now. They turned to face the speaker, doing their best to form some semblance of eye-contact. Flicking their attention to the words, Azen's mind stumbled over the words for a bit. First of all, we. That implies two or more people, working together. This suspicion confirmed itself when they heard the sounds of what seemed to be a wrapper. Secondly, there was the matter of those next words. For this one. These two- or a group they worked for- were speaking to multiple people, which they themself were just one of. What shared feature would they be chosen for? Some physical disability? Perhaps a lack of legal papers? Were- were they just one of many... runaways... being caught by these folks?

"Calm down Zen." Right. Calm. They could- they could do calm.

At the verge of hyperventilating, Azen took a moment to go back over those words. They just wanted to talk. It wouldn't be that bad either- they promised it'd be short. That- that should be fine. Yeah. Just... don't bring up the other thing and it would, it would be fine.

Azen let out a short breath and paused, putting their words together. Err, word. "...Sure." They didn't have any reason to refuse. And besides, if it were something shady, they were in a public place. Hopefully, though, it wouldn't come to a cry for help. Hopefully.

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[Nano]

Yuliy Mikhailov.

With the concentration of a cat stalking a mouse, Yuliy meticulously tapped away at the brightly lit screen of his phone. As he slipped a pair of black and white sneakers on his feet, he read over the colorful masterpiece he had just finished composing.

heading over now (´ ε ` )♡
my mom bought snacks yesterday so I’ll be bringing some over
you unlocked the door this time right? (｡•́︿•̀｡)
don’t lock me out it’s cold outside (╥_╥)

Well, it wasn’t a flawless piece of fine art, but it was still fun to try something new. Admittedly, littering his texts with cutemojis wasn’t quite his ideal way of wasting time, so he doubted he would ever do it again. After pressing send, Yuliy slung the backpack with his study materials over his shoulder and opened the door to greet the sweet freedom of the outdoors.

What greeted his eyes was not his familiar, old porch but two short and gaunt teens. Having experienced his fair share of jumpscares, courtesy of the horror flicks that he and Elias liked to watch together, Yuliy’s eyes contained barely a hint of surprise. In no time, that surprise deflated into a complete deadpan.

“Jehovah’s Witnesses is sending children now?” he said, an exasperated sigh escaping under his breath, “Look, I respect your religious beliefs and all, but I already said I’m not interested in your preaching.”

As someone whose middle name was “amicable,” Yuliy didn’t particularly enjoy being so curt with people. However, it was true that he had no interest in listening to zealots ranting about modern medical practices and some far off Armageddon. When it comes to door-to-door preachers and salesmen, they don’t get the hint if you aren’t firm and to the point.

It can’t be helped were his final thoughts as the ashen-haired teen closed the door behind him and deftly skirted around the five foot duo. Glancing over them once more in passing, however, he took note of their figures which could only be described as “thin as a rake.” The small girl also had faint scars lining the wrists peeking out from under her sleeves. Without a doubt there were probably many more hidden under her clothes.

Yuliy paused and his expression turned awkward. “Umm hey, are your folks treating you properly?”

Quite frankly, the siblings—at least he assumed they were—and their circumstances were none of his business. However, Yuliy Mikhailov was a person whose nose found its way into even the most reticent child’s concerns at least once or twice before smartly taking his leave upon rejection. In short, he was one of those so-called half-baked busybodies.

As for what he planned to do with the answer they gave...well, he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

seasonedcat Juju​

 

[You Know Rebel]

Bold of them to assume Syoma was at the library to study, that he studied period, that he were those procrastinators who would study so last minute - how undermining. Syoma brushed a glance at the backs of students departing, languidly resting his eyes after upon the splayed textbook before him. Okay he was studying but not due to a test. This new habit can be thanked to Yuliy, where Syoma found himself reading ahead to prepare answers he supposed Yuliy would be asking. Then again, he technically didn't have to. It made those tricky concepts easier to explain, sure as hell.

He pulled his phone out in no rush and browsed down old to recent messages, smiling when he reached his bro's name, a small smile at the cutemojis, but moreover a self-gratifying smile at his encouragements for Yuliy to continue the gapmoe, seeming to think 'how magnanimous and open-minded am I?' They saw each other during lunch, but Syoma was the kind of person who liked to linger on conversations, humoring some passing escalator wit. Deciding himself another grace of 20 minutes, maybe 30, until he would try to focus, this slacker leaned back comfily in his chair, which, in truth, was because lurching over a book made him all kinds of exhausted. His limit stopped at a measly few minutes of actual perusing.

Prompted by the abrupt voice, Syoma looked up and answered reflexively, "Sure. What's up?" with a pitchier tone than usual. Coughing once, he didn't think twice about who the stranger was - people recognizing him was nothing strange nor him not knowing those faceless classmates. Regardless, the boy's, and suddenly the girl's (whom he appeared momentarily surprised at), pallid features and manners imprinted themselves, and a light went off in his mind. He couldn't deny this odd pair had a je nais se quoi that was familiar to him, like being cut from similar cloth, though nothing comparable to Yuliy. While listening, Syoma began to take out his laptop from his bag, lifted the screen with his finger, and swept the keyboard clean with his sleeve. Fishing earbuds out his pocket, he plugged the jack and left it.

Maybe he knew of them: he had suspicions. Before they had spoken anything - well, he wasn't going to speak first. As if all worries were under his control, Syoma's expression was cool and casual, absent of a flicker of emotion. At least, he thought it was.

seasonedcat Juju​

 

[Missy]

Spoiler: Theme song

Soft droplets of water gently melted off the tip of Celia's saturated hood. It had been days since she departed from yet another city. Like a rogue paper, drifting as the breeze dictated, only to escape its previous location effortlessly without a sound. After what seemed to be years of running, the growing colder days nipped at her once again, taunting. She hated this time of year, she was forced to find warmth in the shelters. All the prying eyes and enclosed spaces. All the people. This time she was determined to hold off longer. She shifted slightly as she sat on partly dried pavement, shivering as her black jacket offered the only protection she trusted.

In the dim light, she heard sounds of footsteps, belonging to two child-like figures walking towards her. Her eyes remained fixed on the ground, dulled to the curiosities as she returned from her thoughts. She moved no muscle as they approached, her drawn dagger already rested beneath her crossed arms, perhaps from habit. While few ever dared to walk within such darkened corners of a city, the ones that did usually were either the greatest scum of the earth... or the most dangerous.

Celia's dark eyes widened slightly as her name was pronounced from the male child's lips, accompanied by the reluctant girl's. Only few knew of her name... and all were not friends of hers. She remained silent for moments longer, leaving silence to be succumbed to the continuous pattering of the rain. She did not recognize their voices... but something told her these children were not one of the church... "How is it you know my name?" She hoarsely remarked, answering their question with one of her own. She finally looked up following her final word, confusion only teasing to surface through the slight tilt of her head. "And who are you?" She added, having not encountered a situation like this before. Two children, not much different in age than her, simply walking up to her, as if the night itself was their home, like day. Moving like one, one a puppet and the other a master, moving in one chaotic, yet fluid motion... perhaps interchangeably. There was a purpose to them, one unknown to her, even if she left logic behind months ago.

Juju seasonedcat

 

[seasonedcat]

Siren (Caduto)
Luci almost choked on her hotdog when Caduto called Titus ‘small’. A short “Pffft!” was all she could manage before doubling over from laughter. A clump of relish slid off her hotdog and onto the concrete, earning a disdainful glare from the Hotdog Wizard.

Titus' face went red at the comment of his height, his ears turning red as he stuttered from embarrassment. When he heard Luci's snort behind him he flinched, his blush darkening. He quickly turned to her, his face still red but contorted in anger. "Shut up Luci, we're the same height!" he seethed before turning back to Caduto.

Clearing his throat, his face still dusted with a light shade of red but was fading, "No it's nothing like that, and we haven't met yet." Titus glances around the street, no one was really looking, and the buzz of the street should cover up their little conversation pretty easily. This still didn't stop him from looking a little worried around the street once more, earning an eye roll from Luci at his antics. He stuck his tongue at her before once again back to Caduto.

"We are here to talk about your father," he finally slipped out, "by father we mean the real one. The demon one." Titus made eye contact with him when he said this. He felt a pebble hit the back of his head causing him to see Luci making weird gestures. Trying to tell him to not leave it there because we sound like we are going to cause him to attack us or some shit. Titus took a little but he actually managed to understand the girl.

"Oh we aren't here to hurt you or anything, actually the opposite." He paused, swallowing his spit as he did so, "we're here to help. We are like you." He breathed out, practically feeling the thumbs up from Luci behind him.
Siren77
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Hubbub (Adrian)
“Hehe! This one’s so clever!” purred Luci, clapping her hands together. “I knew he’d confess! Now we can bring him to church!”

Titus tended at her words, quickly bringing his hand up and hitting the back of her head. It wasn't anything that would really hurt, but it could still be felt by her. He quickly turned to Adrian, quickly trying to patch this up, "No, No we are absolutely not here to do anything of that sort. I am so sorry for my friend, she is a little strange in the head. Forgive her, don't take anything she says to heart." he quickly spewed out, his heart hammering in his head as he did so.

If Luci wasn't careful they were going to lose him and not be able to convince him they are on his side. Not to mention it ran the risks of him attacking them or running away. Titus began to tap his fingers anxiously against the table they sat at, "to answer your question it was through the power of Luci here." He didn't give him more information than that. They still couldn't trust him unless he did join them. He still posed a risk of leaking information to the church. They couldn't let something stupid like that get him killed.

"We are here to talk about your father. I mean the one whose blood runs through you. The demon one." He glanced down at his fingers as he stopped to take in a breath. His fingers still tapped against the table making a small tapping sound from the impact. "We are here to help you."
Hubub101
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Spellsword (Quilo)

Titus took notice at the surprise clearly shown in his face. He quickly removed his hand from the sleeve as he now held the attention of the boy. He blushed lightly at this, before quickly correcting himself. As much as he hated to admit it, his nerves were a lot worse now that he wasn't with Luci. He had spent most of his life babied by his parents, they were always there. Then when he went to that "hospital" he was separated from them. But when he was there were Luci and her ghosts. When his parents revealed their true nature Luci was there to catch him when he fell. Since then they had been together. Sure he had been alone before but that still didn't stop his nerves from naturally increasing knowing that Luci was somewhere.

He began tapping his hand on his thigh as he glances around, thankfully there was no one in the bread department, the nearest person was down the meat department, far out of earshot of the two of them. At the comment of not working there, Titus let out a little laugh before quickly correcting himself. The boy may look like he would be found working at some superstore, but why would a random customer run-up to a worker say they had something important to discuss? Actually never mind, you never know anymore.

He glanced at the bread the boy was reaching for, sourdough, he subconsciously read before turning back to the boy. Swallowing the spit that had collected due to his nerves he spoke, "No I- we- I am not here to shop." wait that sounded weird, Titus cursed himself in his brain before speaking again, "Wait I mean- what I'm trying to say is I'm not looking for a worker. I'm looking for you Quilo. It's about your father." he managed to explain himself through his stutters.

"And before you get the wrong idea, I am not here to harm you. I'm not from the church or anything like that. We're here to help you." He offered the boy a small smile at this before letting it drop. He breathed in the smell of the bread, trying to relax his nerves with the smell of fresh bread. This one would definitely be harder, he still lived with his family. He had a reason to not want to go with them. And with a loving family, Titus really couldn't blame him for staying or wanting to stay.
Goonfire
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Asterrose (Rennie)
At the absent-minded comment of if they were fresh meat, Luci nodded her head in conferment. Titus rolled his eyes at the ground at seeing this out of the corner of his eye. The moment that comment came Titus knew that Luci would go along with it. Titus himself couldn't lie that that lie was convenient enough so that they can at least get her to talk to them.

When she agreed to go with them Titus felt a small feeling of relief, to be frank, she looked like the kind of girl who would have denied them instantly. Thinking she was too cool for this sort of thing, or Luci and Titus were too uncool to speak with her. Titus smiled in relief before the three of them walked to a more secluded place. Both Luci and Titus knew for a fact that if they talked anywhere near those girls they would eavesdrop in on their conversation without a second thought.

Luci rolled her eyes at the comment about favours from the girl, the word 'edge' running through her head as she did so. When they got to a more secluded part of the lunchroom where no one would be able to hear them the two stopped. Titus turned to her now that they were done walking and looked up at her, this time looking behind her instead of at her eyes. This made it look a lot less like they were not looking at her out of nervousness and more of knowing something…

Letting out a breath Titus spoke, "We aren't here really to ask a favour. We are here to talk to you about something else. Your powers in particular, and what is giving you these powers." he smiled a little at this, they knew about her powers which was most likely something she was new to. "We aren't here from the church so don't worry, we are here to help," he added. This girl had it all at her school. He knew she would not leave it behind so easily, but she really didn't have a choice, the church wasn't going to give them one.
AsterRose
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Honey lemon (Azen)

On closer expectation Titus realized that they were blind, or well by the looks of it. Titus looked up out of habit at Luci as if trying to communicate what he realized. All he received was a thumbs up and another bubble popped of her gum. What did he expect? Letting out a sigh he began tapping his hand absentmindedly on his thigh. He didn't do it out of nervousness this time, more at his perplexment and slight frustration. They were visually impaired, this would definitely cause problems in the future. Wait how did Luci not know about this?

On second thought she most likely did but didn't tell Titus about it. Yah that sounds like Luci. He cleared his throat, fixing his stance awkwardly as he did so. "How long have you been blind…?" He finds himself unconsciously asking before quickly turning red as he realized it slipped out, "My bad sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud…" he trailed off, sending a glare towards the snicker from Luci. Tapping his thigh more furiously now trying to ease his embarrassment he tried speaking again.

"What I'm here to talk about is your father. Your true father who gave you your powers," he spoke properly this time, actually saying what he meant to say. "We aren't with the church or anything like that, we are here because we want to help you," he added once again. It was really getting repetitive to add that at the end of this sentence every time. He had to say it so the person he was speaking to didn't think they were hostile but it still did not make it any less repetitive. Like tomatoes on pizza.
honeylemon
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Nano (Yuliy)
Noticing Yuliy’s wandering eyes, Luci quickly pulled her sleeve over the scars. Her eyes went wide, like a rabbit amid incoming traffic, and quickly averted her gaze from the boy. She flinched when he asked about their ‘folks’ taking care of them, bowing her head slightly so her red hair fell across her face.

“T-that’s irrelevant...” She said sheepishly, taping her index fingers together, “and we’re not here from the church. It’s about Syoma… we really need to talk!”

When his comment of if their folks were treating them well Titus flinched. Images flashed through his mind, his father holding a knife above his head, his mother holding him down, the smell of burnt flesh. He couldn't speak frozen in place. Luci's voice knocked him out of his frozen state but the memories still had him shaken. His face, unknown to him, had turned a sickly pale colour and his hands had started shaking lightly. Clearing his throat he nodded along with Luci. For once in the last while he couldn't bring himself to think on the fact he was lying or regret that fact.

To be honest both of them had naturally skinny bodies to begin with. But during the treatments, he had lost most of his body fat and has yet to recover from it. Not to mention the two of them didn't have the luxury to overeat. But the scars they both had. Those were from completely different things. Things that the two of them didn't want any of the others to ever go through. It was the reason the two of them wanted to gather them all like this. It was the reason this conversation was happening in the first place.

Right, this conversation. Titus needed to speak up. He tried to swallow, ignoring the painful feeling of trying to swallow with a dry throat. He opened his mouth, freezing it before closing it again. He began to tap his fingers on his thigh, quick and desperate as he let out a breath as he tried to calm himself. He opened his mouth this time being able to speak up, "I know you are clearly in a rush b-but this conversation won't take long. Please just give us the time." He found himself breathing out. The church was going to make a move soon, they couldn't leave this boy to face this all alone. Like they did.
Nano
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You Know Rebel (Syoma)
Titus gulped as the boy agreed to let them talk to him. It was a relief that he said yes but him agreeing still made him nervous. This guy was the only one who had no idea he was a demon's child. Not to mention they were going to sound like complete psychos when they started talking to him about it. This was going to be so hard to convince him this was the truth. It was hard for Titus to believe it at first even after seeing all those ghosts.

Not to mention his past. It is possible that this could scar him. Titus licked his lips, wetting the dry skin. He would have to move past this if he wanted to live. Not to mention there is the chance he won't put two and two together and realize what he did. That would be the best scenario, but that one would mean that he has either forgotten about it or doesn't realize the danger his power held.

Tapping his fingers against the table he spoke up, "we are here to talk about something to you. Something that you have been oblivious to your whole life. It is about your father." He spoke, knowing how weird this situation was. Not to mention that there is a high chance he isn't going to listen to two kids, "This isn't a joke please just hear us out. It is important." They had to get him on their side. He doesn't know about his lineage, he doesn't know anything. The church could get him so easily. He was one of the most important to get on his side. Because he was the one in the most danger. He needed to learn or he would be dead.
You Know Rebel
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Missy (Celia)
Luci opened her mouth to reply with something but before she could say anything Titus covered her mouth with his hand. This wasn't one of the ones she could just joke around with, this girl would take them down if she sensed something in them. And to be honest, neither of them wanted to get stabbed or punched right now. Luci rolled her eyes at Titus, understanding what he meant when he did this. She crossed her arms and turned away from him, muttering some curses under her breath as she waited for him to finish.

Letting out a sigh of relief Titus turned back to the girl below them. Her voice was hoarse. Could it be from the lack of talking, screaming or crying, or maybe just from thirst? Or maybe that was just her voice. Who knew? Swallowing his spit, now painfully aware of this throat after thinking of the others, he began talking, "Uh well I am Titus, this here is the number one chatterbox Luci," Luci offered Titus a stuck-out tongue and a salute to Celia, "We found out your name using some of Luci's powers." he trailed off, not really wanting to say any more on that subject.

"We are here to talk to you about something. Your powers and your father to be precise. But don't worry we aren't here with the church or anything like that, we are here to help you." he smiled at her, rubbing the back of his neck as he did so. Luci took this chance to pipe in, "We know you are busy and all with your whole brooding the rain, but if you have a second to stop being edgy we can strike up a conversation." Titus let out an annoyed sigh at her antics. Why couldn't she just stay quiet for five damn minutes?
Missy
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Juju

 

[AsterRose]

Rennie grew concerned as the two of them lead her away from her circle. Why was it something the others couldn’t hear? She went with it, but it wasn’t worrying to her at all. She knew what she had to do if things went haywire. When the boy said they weren’t here to ask a favour, her powers started to get channeled. Of course they’d bait her in like that. She couldn’t hide the growl in the back of her throat.

But at the mention of her powers they dropped. Did they really know?

Folding her arms, she blinked and shook it off. That wasn’t realistic. If the DNA test and other searchings she took couldn’t determine what her other half was, why would two puny kids have the answers? That was too lucky after all that searching she had invested in to be fruitless.

But it wasn’t impossible.

For a moment, Rennie looked vulnerable. The steel in her eyes beckoned to melt and her mouth hung open, only to clench again. “Do you-“ she cut herself off. “You’re kids. How would you know? Are your parents involved with this, or something?” Her hand flew to her face, scratching at the scales.

She had never seen these guys before, it had to be their first day. And if they came to her supposedly knowing her powers - she spotted Titus not directly making eye contact with her - they knew of her. Somehow. Surely her fame was only limited to the school grounds.

Her eyes narrowed. “Look at me!” She begged, hidden in her commanding tone. “I’ve never seen you, but you know who I am. God knows how, but if you’re lying to me... You know what I’ll do to you. I think…”

She sucked in her lips. It wasn’t the wisest move to trust these two, but she had thirsted for this information for the past three years. Her eyes narrowed at the mention of some church, wondering what the hell they had to do with it all. Still, she turned defensively soft.

“Who are you? What can you two tell me?” Rennie rocked forward and back on the heels of her sneakers. “I won’t use my eyes on you until you’ve crossed me. And you’ll know when you’ve crossed me.” She regretted what she said as she waited for an answer. Did she even want to know?

Juju seasonedcat

 

[Hubub101]

Since she had sat down, the one called Luci had spoken roughly four times. Of the phrases she had spoken, this would mark the third that would effectively freeze Adrian's blood solid. However, this time would last no longer than an instant as his sense of logic was finally able to keep pace with his reactions. They already knew who he was, so they would not need a confession. If they were with the Church, she would not have referred to it as a separate entity unless they were independent hires, which would be unlikely given their ages and lack of professionalism. These conclusions, along with what he had previously deduced as well as the male's second apology all served to sooth his half demon nerves, though that did not stop him from subconsciously charting the fastest route from where he sat to the exit (Which did involve him jumping over a baby).

He was able to keep his mouth shut until the still unnamed male had finished speaking. What he was not able to contain was the look of wonder and excitement at the mention of the Luci's power. No details were given, and Adrian understood why, but he did have enough information to maybe make a guess or two. However, the boy had more to say, so against his instincts Adrian forced his thoughts on the redhead's abilities aside and focused on what was being said. His expression progressed from excited to focused with each passing word. When it was his turn to speak, he did so half as a response, but also half as vocalized thoughts.

"I figured as much, at least about demonic ancestry being the topic of conversation. I can only speculate about who he is as I have not achieved a successful communion myself nor do I have access to infallible sources, but I do have a running theory. However, my father's identity is not what you came here to discuss. No, you said that you are here to help me. That's interesting. You know who and what I am, and thus my goals of survival and the continued evasion of the Church's attention must be both obvious and, if my presumptions are correct, relatable. Reaching out to me like this is a risk in and of itself, and if you mean what you say and you want to help me protect myself against the Church, that risk is multiplied. You must understand this, yet you came to me anyway, which can only mean you have a goal beyond survival that you believe is worth the risk. So..."

It was at this point that Adrian allowed himself to take a breath. He leaned forward in his booth as a physical testament to his commitment to this conversation. The unspoken confirmation that at least one of these strangers was of demonic heritage excited him to no foreseeable end. But, he maintained his focused expression best he could as he asked the pivotal question. "In as many details as you are willing to share, what are you trying to achieve?"

seasonedcat Juju

 

[Goonfire]

Nothing could put Quilo on edge like the mention of his father, spoken by someone who mysteriously knew his name. ”What about my father?” he whispered suspiciously. “Did he send you?” His tone didn’t imply irritation, rather surprise. It was the best he could reason, since his family has done their best to keep this hellish affair a secret. He wasn’t as invested in video games as some of his peers, but he knew of plots bearing some vague resemblance to what was happening at the moment. It sparked a bit of deja vu in the boy. “Are you...” He paused and slyly mouthed without a sound ‘a demon?’

seasonedcat

 

[Nano]

Yuliy Mikhailov.

Seeing Luci and Titus blanch at his inquiry, Yuliy gave his cheek an awkward scratch. It seemed like he had scored a good 8 out of 10 on the bluntness scale. The girl was quick to work towards composing herself, but her partner appeared to have a far more deeply rooted trauma. If it weren’t for the fear that further agitation might cause the boy to begin shaking like a leaf, Yuliy would have immediately apologized for his thoughtlessness. However, his apology remained stuck in his throat as he indecisively moved his gaze from one pallid face to the other. Thankfully the girl refocused their conversation to dispel the awkward atmosphere—but her next words dropped like a bucket of ice water.

Yuliy's mouth flapped open ungracefully and then drew taut. On the evidently baseless conjecture that the twosome had mentioned his best friend's name as a subtle threat, his gaze grew gelid. For what he lacked in booksmarts, he made up in creativity. As a right brain thinker, he naturally was not lacking in the imagination department. In fact, one could say it was overactive at times. Once he made one leap in logic, there was no doubt a second and third would follow.

Nonono, relax. That only happens in those stupid damsel in distress movies! Turning a bit red from his foolish thoughts, Yuliy coughed twice. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but give his phone a quick check.

Upon seeing Syoma's arrogant endorsement of his cutemojis, Yuliy made a face. His thumbs lingered on asking what "gapmoe" was supposed to mean, but he settled with a quick message stating that he'd run a bit late in consideration of Luci and Titus's presence. He could just ask later anyway.

"Sorry. Just had to send a message that I'd be a little late." Yuliy said apologetically.

The silverette gestured towards the plastic chairs sitting innocently on his porch, both as basic courtesy and a sign of his willingness to listen. He couldn't invite strangers inside (Elias was a cool guy but was as strict as Yuliy and his mother were laid back), but surely this much was ok? It wasn't good to stand around on his home's front stairs. The pair had said they wouldn't take long, but the stare of the guy who had passed by while walking his dog had been a bit painful.

seasonedcat Juju​

 

[Siren77]

Caduto was finishing up the last few scraps of his hotdog when the small boy spoke up once again. At the mention of his “real” father, Cad immediately felt himself tighten up and began coughing on the final bite of his meal after having a brief moment of panic.

Carefully, he analyzed the both of them once more over, this time looking at their necks for any sort of religious symbols or artifacts hanging from their necks. Their skin was observed to have no specific marking related to any church he knew of, and their clothes were another obvious miss. But he went deeper, looking for earrings, piercings, anything that could have some sort of religious affiliation associated with them. Of course, nothing could be found. Yet he still didn’t trust them, even after the boy spoke up once more stating that they had no intention of hurting him.

“Y’know, kid, that’s exactly something someone with an intent to harm would say. BUT, given the fact that I’m certain I could pack you into any one of the local dumpsters in this area I’ll refrain from getting too defensive just yet.” Static subtly crackled just above the webbing between Cad’s fingers. “So I’ll ask again, why have you sought me out? If not to hurt, then what? Aid those punks with the crosses I’ve seen moving around a lot more? Have me thrown in a cage like an animal? See me be tortured because of what I am?”

“Actually the Opposite. We’re here to help. We are like you.”

Cad paused, dumbstruck for a moment.... They were like him?

“I don’t suppose by ‘like me’ you mean Italian huh? And given you know my fathers a demon, I catch your drift now. So tell me then, what is it that you’d like to know about him? Sad to say I don’t have much information to give, as I haven’t even met the man... errrr, I mean person. Most I’ve gotten is some freaky voices in my head and minimal info for you two runts, no more and no less. But if it helps with whatever it is you two are up to them I’ll talk with you more.”
seasonedcat Juju

 

[Missy]

Celia sharply looked at the pair following Luci's final comments as she digested the information. Little emotion was revealed on her cold face as she simply stared for a moment longer than would be comfortable. Finally, as if with a shifting attitude she abruptly stands, waving her hand to the side dismissively, coincidentally, the hand holding the knife, revealing it. She shrugged slightly, as if no tension transpired before this present moment. " You've got yourself a deal. Besides, it sounds interesting... this whole ominous quest for my absent father- or fathers". She added light-heart yet suspiciously, her voice clearing slightly as she walked to stand beside the pair." Lead the way. You can count me in... are there others?" She inquired, only confirming her involvement and interest.

seasonedcat Juju

 

[You Know Rebel]

Syoma

An idiot wouldn't know where this was going. Fortunately, Syoma was only stupid - not an idiot. If he noticed their turmoil, he gave no indication. Just the other day, Yuliy did something like pantomiming what seems like describing these two, exasperation seeping out a struggling calm veneer, and what did Yuliy say again? Memory was sure a fabricated thing, he mused. Expectation reached his eyes upon the tapping, urging them to say their point.

Then the words 'father' fell on his ears, splashed a few times like a stone skipping across water - anticipation becoming amusement. He was processing, eyes bent toward the ceiling as he put on a thoughtful face, the kind people have when they're asked something yet didn't quite catch the question, too embarrassed for their poor hearing. Syoma's gaze returned to them soon after, a chuckle almost rolling off his breath, "My dad? Who are you guys suppose to be?" Flicking his attention to his laptop, he quickly logged into user, glancing once during to show that he was still listening, and found his mood better with the familiar wake of his dear companion.

'Illegitimate children? Not likely. What could my dad even still do to affect me? Sending my inheritance - not these two. Did he give me their guardianship? Who does that guy think he is?' His thoughts groaned, the knot was too gordian for half a second of rumination.

But he regarded the two emaciated kids middlingly nonetheless. In fact, there wasn't much emotional flaring to hear about a man who had never stepped foot in his life. Syoma's interest wasn't one of a son discovering his missing father, but a gamer hearing some peculiar piece of information from a side quest, so bored anything is fascinating.

When these panicky children reassured him, who was not much older, this matter's severity, he simply nodded. Inside, this ice-numbed teen, however, didn't care at all.

'I wonder if Yuliy is doing alright on his test.'

seasonedcat Juju ​

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[honeylemon]

Spoiler: Plain Text

Azen Bisset
Mood: Worried & Curious
Location: Stanley Park, Vancouver, B.C.
Outfit: Fall Casual
Interactions: Titus

Oh. Their- their father. That meant that they knew or... or maybe they only knew something was up? The strangers said they weren't with the church, but everybody said that. At least, nobody obviously from the church had come after Zen as of yet...

It- it wouldn't hurt to trust the strangers, right? At the worst Zen would have to run, but they've been getting better at that; at the best, well, what could be the best? Probably a lot.

What else did they ask about? Their blindness? Oh, and agreeing to go with. Yeah. "I've been, I've been blind from birth, I think. And concerning my... father... do you know his name?" Zen was hesitant to ask, but it wouldn't hurt to know more about what the strangers knew, so might as well.

Wait- Zen didn't even know their names. That would- that's probably important. "Could um, could I get your names?" they asked, their head nodding to the person with a wrapper as well.

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Oh. Their- their father. That meant that they knew or... or maybe they only knew something was up? The strangers said they weren't with the church, but everybody said that. At least, nobody obviously from the church had come after Zen as of yet...

It- it wouldn't hurt to trust the strangers, right? At the worst Zen would have to run, but they've been getting better at that; at the best, well, what could be the best? Probably a lot.

What else did they ask about? Their blindness? Oh, and agreeing to go with. Yeah. "I've been, I've been blind from birth, I think. And concerning my... father... do you know his name?" Zen was hesitant to ask, but it wouldn't hurt to know more about what the strangers knew, so might as well.

Wait- Zen didn't even know their names. That would- that's probably important. "Could um, could I get your names?" they asked, their head nodding to the person with a wrapper as well.

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