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  2. The Quidditch pitch for the Australian was out in the middle of goddamn no where, hidden deep in the Australian outback. There wasn't a single hint at modern civilization for miles, just a whole lot of nothing as far as the eye could see. The only sounds that could be heard were the call of wild animals in the dark. And it was hot. Really, really hot. But there was one advantage: the stars. One thing the city just didn't have was the sheer amount of stars that were visible out here, and man, were they really out tonight. And for a bunch of witches and wizards who could Apparate back to the city, the rest was barely an inconvenience. Leanna Evans hung back a bit after practice was over, as she usually did. It was one of the few times in her life where everything was still and quiet, and she savored these moments almost as much as she savored the time with her family. Plus, she hated showering with the rest of the team. She just laid there in the soft grass, the only green thing around for miles thanks to magic, and stared up at the stars. Until her cell phone rang. With a groan, Leanna sat up and looked at the caller ID. It was her assistant and PR lady, Joan. With a heavy sigh, Leanna stood up and answered it as she started toward the locker rooms. "Hey Joan. What's up?" She entered through the door and listened carefully. Hearing no one still around, she grabbed her duffel bag out of her locker. Joan continued chatting away, about the signing she was doing next weekend with the rest of the team and about the plans for the one year anniversary fundraising event they were doing for the charity in a couple weeks, but Leanna was only half listening. After a few seconds, Joan said something that made her do a double take. "Wait, who is coming to the event? Did we invite her? Oh yeah of course she invited herself, that figures... I know she has a lot of money, Joan. But I guess if she wants to throw it at Muggleborn kids in need, I'm not going to complain." Leanna dug her clothes and soap out of her bag and turned the showers on. "Okay Joan I gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow." The hot shower helped to soothe Leanna's aching muscles and still her thoughts, at least for a few minutes. Then she got dressed and sat down on the bench, getting out her phone again. She looked around for a second, then opened up the stupid dating app she'd signed up for. It was a Muggle one, so no body would recognize her at least. Leanna wasn't necessarily looking for love. In fact she had clarified in her bio that she was specifically looking for friends and maybe more. But she'd be lying to herself if she didn't kind of hope it would happen... "No matches... of course..." she grumbled under her voice, and was so engrossed with her swiping that she didn't hear anybody else come in.
  3. She gave a visible grimace at the sound of "big family". Families were complicated. Messy. Nothing she'd had a good experience with, and the prospect of being surrounded by children sounded awful to her. He seemed to accept her second name, and that was okay by her. It was just a name. Tonight she would be Liana. Tomorrow she would go back to being Mercedes and back to dealing with all of Mercedes's problems. Like Tyler. And Lillian's inconvenient visits to remind her of unwanted duties elsewhere. She wished she had stayed gone. Lived wholly in this world forever. Not a great life, but one she at least understood. One she could at least do. And she didn't need him to buy the drink, no---that was the single advantage to the other life. For once she had access to money. It was a sport. Seeing if she could get him to supply the drink. Measuring herself by the responses she got. Worthy, unworthy? The more effort it took to convince them, the less of an ego boost it was. He was interesting, though. She felt that she might actually enjoy trying to persuade this one. A mental gymnastics skipping through the boundaries between pleasant conversation and flirtatious advances, he could probably play the game well. He had a sense of charm about him. He had a way of refusing that didn't feel like a rejection. Interesting. "Stuart." She let the name roll off her tongue, her accent foreign where she forgot to pull it in line. Vaguely French. She turned her head when she blew smoke, at least a little considerate. "I would have to say you're a strong chance, Stuart. Right look. Right attitude. You have a way with words. A little too much soul left in you yet," she took her drink, downing in smoothly. Mercedes made chugging a drink look like an elegant move worthy of the Queen of England. The glass back down, she batted her eyelashes coyly at Stuart. "And what in exchange for the next one, Mr Minister?"
  4. Any internal nerves or anxiety that haunted Nox that day began to fall away with a roll of their shoulders since Adam seemed perfectly content to either just get soaked in the rain or to herd the Longhursts onto the boat—which eliminated any awkwardness around Nox swimming off to finish their last day on the reef. At least until the family splashed their way under the boat's puddle-littered awning and Aiden asked about the 'gilly dive'. Nox opened their mouth to answer only to close it into a thoughtful pout as the boat rocked and their arm got caught in a vice-like grip. They raised a brow and looked down at Aiden. Was this a sign of things to come or was Aiden just not good with boats? The ranger manager's chipper voice broke the silence, "You just eat some fresh, local gillyweed and go for a dive. Just need to get you some togs, suppress your gag reflex, and you're good to go." After Cass spoke up, a confident grin crawled across Nox's lips as they looked over at her and added, "Sure! I can just transfigure all a' yuh clothes into wetsuits for a while, if you want." Then they tapped Aiden on the shoulder with a free hand and gestured to the padded benches the other workshop attendees sat on. "Sittin' might be easier 'dan standing?"
  5. The kiss was an impulse, one that she would likely look back on and cringe at. That was until he responded. Memories of their time together in school flooded back at that, reminders of why they got far enough to actually conceive a child together. A child she never told him about and most likely would not have if this situation hadn’t arose. A situation Holly would have much preferred she and her child not get into. “Maybe, but a thank you is always polite.” she said softly, heeding the words he said next about taking Saffron too the hospital. “Okay.” she turned too walk towards where their daughter was, stopping only too listen to what Jon had to say next. A small sad smile crossed her lips at his words before she responded with “I’m not sure if that will actually help.” Then she crossed the distance between herself and her child, picking up the small child and turning back towards Jon for a moment “Bye.” then with a simple turn on the spot, she separated away from Jon and too the hospital. -exit Holly/fini-
  6. "You want something?" Millea's voice rang out through the sparsely-decorated house. It wasn't much to look at, really, Millea never did have a taste for fine living. She had always leaned toward what was practical. Near everything was in dark greys or black, the few decorations she did own hadn't seen any dusting in decades. Lillian sighed, trailing a finger along a dark counter-top as she moved deeper into the home, a glossy black line in a sea of dust. "Polite company would offer a greeting before questioning the nature of a visit," Lillian said, pausing at the entry to what she assumed must be a living area. It appeared to be more a collection of junk spread across the floor, books and bits of metal. A small space in the corner where Millea possibly sat from time to time. Millea herself was crouched among the junk, assembling pieces of---goodness knew what. Evidently it wasn't working for her, and the parts tossed to the ground in frustration before she lifted her vibrant gold eyes to Lillian and stood up. "Polite company wouldn't barge in uninvited," Millea countered, crossing her arms. "Besides. I don't much care to know how you are. I certainly don't intend to welcome you into my home. So why are you here, what do you want, and how can I get you to leave?" Lillian closed her eyes a moment, taking a breath to steady herself against her sister's abrasive retorts. "I had a message for you," she said. "I tried sending you a letter." "I got it," Millea shrugged. "I got all of them." "And?" Lillian leaned forward. "And what?" "You never replied," Lillian's frown deepened. "Not to a single one." "I didn't want to," Millea picked her way back through the clutter of junk on the floor, lifting up a pile of dusty envelopes and extending it toward Lillian. "Did you come to fetch them back?" "No, I came for your answer," crossing her own arms, Lillian simply stared at the bundle of letters. None of them were opened. When it was clear that Lillian would not take them, Millea let them drop onto the floor. "Not interested. Are you satisfied yet?" Millea raised an eyebrow. "How can you know you're not interested when you've not even bothered to read them!" Lillian snapped. Millea had a gift for irritating her. It had always been so, though more recently it had become more troublesome as the rift between the sisters widened and grew more bitter. "I have a son, Lea. He means to take his acceptance. I hoped you would help." "You hoped wrong, Lian." Millea watched as Lillian's expression shifted from irritation to despair. "You didn't go and promise them that I would come to help, did you?" "No," Lillian murmured back. "Only that I was still trying to find you." "Ah, truthful as always," Millea barked a sour laugh. "And not one of them thought it odd that you, my twin, had misplaced me? In all these centuries have you ever not known precisely where to find me? Would that you could not know. You only make use of the information when you want something," "And you make use of it not at all," Lillian's retort came with some hurt. Millea only laughed. "Knowing where you are is not the same as wishing to be around you," she said smoothly. "Congratulations on the family you wanted so terribly. You can leave now." "Lea, he means to make use of Xavi!" the name was enough to get Millea's attention. Lillian knew it would be. She'd hoped not to have to use it. Though briefly off-balance, Millea caught herself well, and tried to shrug off the information. "Not while Thia breathes, I imagine." "From what I understand, it's Thia's idea," Lillian swallowed. Millea's expression only darkened further. "Is it? Or is it some design of your making, so complex your players believe they have the ideas of their own volition?" the words hissed out of her mouth. "First Neurie then Nharae, now Xavi too? And you would have this done, what----with Thia and myself also in attendance? I am not the fool you think, Lian. Your workings have the stench of a family reunion. I'll have none of it." "So you would have my son die, then?" "That is the natural way of it, yes," "And what of the barrier, Lea? You will ignore and let that perish too?" "Yes, Lian," Millea threw up her hands in frustration. "It is beyond time that happened." "Without that barrier, it will be only days before it is found," Lillian wanted to shake her sister. She had a feeling Millea felt much the same. "We gave them protection that they might survive, now you mean to take that from them?" "They did not need our protection. We intervened, we should not have," Millea tried to keep her tone calm. "Enough survived without us. Thrived without us. All we did is section them off from the world, and disallowed them the chance to progress with it. For what, Lian? So you could feel in your rightful place in guiding them? Even that did not satisfy you. You had to be among them. One of them." "Why is that so terrible?" "Because it is not our place, Lian," Millea sighed. "Even now you talk about your son, your legacies, as if they have some right to your power. What is it you aim for here, Lian? To build us a thousand-strong? We do not belong here. You mixed your blood with theirs and doomed them to a life unknown. You seek to reunite the six bloods, you cling desperately to a piece of land where your name and purpose is known and I ask you sister, what for? Surely you knew that there was never a place for us here? Our existence is against the natural law. Yet everything you do, you move to create what was left behind." "And wasting a life to find the way back is less foolish?" Lillian gestured to the junk and books across the floor. "This is our home now. It has been for centuries, it must continue to be. We left with reason, Lea, there is nothing to go back to." "Then you are determined, Lian? You will not cease your reckless assault on the balance of this world?" "I will do what must be done to find our place here, Lea," Lillian murmured. "You are similarly determined to return to what was lost long ago?" "I am," Millea replied firmly. "And we remain at an impasse." "I had hoped some years would put sense into you," Lillian frowned. "I had hoped the same of you," Millea shrugged. The fight was gone from both of them. Lillian looked away, though her expression would only betray what her mind already had. What she knew of Millea's mind also. Their goals had driven them apart, but their souls longed for the days where they had worked as one. She missed Millea, and knew Millea missed her as much. But neither would be commanded by that feeling, and held steadfast to their paths. Lillian turned, and began the quiet walk back to the door. "I hope your son survives," Millea called after her. Lillian paused, and looked back. "Me too," she said while fading out. "Me too."
  7. ”It is settled then. We must act soon. He’s far too capable of finding information that he wants. I am almost positive that he has people watching your family.” Zane furrowed his brow, frustrated at himself for allowing any of this to happen. ”You talk to Lillian, and I will do what I can on my end. Honestly, finding out about my daughter might be the thing that does it.” Zane said, and then he went pale. The dream state began to fade. ”He’s here. I must go.” Zane said, looking away a moment before returning his gaze to Lorelei. ”If it is any consolation to you, I am sorry. For everything that has happened. And also, thank you.” And with that statement, Zane woke up.
  8. "Having a family did it? I was almost positive that I've always been this way." Jason said with a slight laugh. In truth, Eudoxia brought the corny behavior out of him. It was part of the whole being in love thing. When she mentioned how they had created a monster, and what he had said, Jason chuckled. "He certainly gets a sense of fashion from you. Definitely not me. I didn't have a fashion sense before you." Which was true. She actually got him really nice clothing to wear. Before her, he would have worn t shirts and jeans to just about anything. "We really haven't been in a while, have we?" Jason looked around at every thing. "Let's dance right here. RIght now." He said, extending his hand to her.
  9. To all of this, Meri withdrew, clearly not pleased by the situation---but knowing that any further remarks would land her in more trouble than she already was. She had always been overprotective of Audrey, she truly didn't believe that this was going to end well, and really did want to spare her sister a lot of pain. Now the children were looking at her warily, her displeasure at the news enough to make them wonder if Meri was going to refuse to be their family. "I am starving!" Cameron broke the tension. He was always starving. Unless there were vegetables on his plate, in which case he was adamantly only starving for cake. Ammeleine and Edmund had become the distant grandparents that his mother's parents weren't, so he figured it wouldn't be too far off the mark to assume there would be cake back at the house. Nan Marie always had cake ready and waiting for them. "Sounds good," Alan nodded, willing his stomach to settle just long enough to get back to the house. At least the kids had handled the long distance journey well, he was proud of them for that. Himself, not so much. The colour was still draining from his cheeks, and despite the chill in the air, a thin sweat shone on his forehead. "Are we going across roads, Dad?" Tavi asked, twirling her prized suitcase. "I imagine so, sweetheart," he nodded, looking around the busy lobby. There were people everywhere. Alongside the floo sickness, he felt the claustrophobic creep of the city prickle up his spine. "Okay," Tavi said brightly, before dragging her suitcase forward a few steps. "Then I want Aunty Meri to hold my hand." "And I want Pop Eddie!" said Sarah, dashing toward him. Cam stood back. The eldest of the three, he was above needing someone to help him cross the street. All the same, he moved closer to Ammeleine. "You can hold my hand if you like, Nanna Amy," he offered. Alan managed a queasy smile. "Wonderful," said Edmund, with his broad smile. "Let's be off, then."
  10. "I believe I am also the poster boy for caution." A charming smile stretched across his lips, it was one of those kind of smiles that just seemed to come with the suave and finesse of a man who had an aged kind of a taste in life and style. He walked towards the window with the tips of his fingers lightly pressed at the sill of it, eyes peered through the clear and pristine glass at the various people that had walked amongst the street. There were those one could tell had made their home in the town for many ages, others, were more obvious tourists by the way they held up their cameras and seemed overly 'excited'. It was always intriguing to see how head over heels people became for locations with history. "Perhaps, in towns like these people are up earlier due to the lifestyle and the needs of people needing to be met and catered towards. To think, people willingly sit their head up before seven hits." An amused hum rumbled within as it turned into a small laugh. "Trails are often good - and bad for many other reasons. But I don't expect the bad to really come in as a factor. At the very least, exposing myself to nature might be a good way to enjoy what little freedom will be given." Chances were that the moment their bodies recovered just enough that they would begin the process of digging up the necessary information. "Perhaps 'threat' needs to be ascertained by their own view of what that means. Hehe, my version of a threat is most likely not the same as theirs." He perceived a threat as legitimate bodily harm, but those here, would they find the threat more in change than actual harm? "Ah, Caitlin, if only my life had been so lucky for such a luxury. Alas, I am too much of a skeptic to leave it to chance. At least let me keep some of my old crotchety ways." A gentle yet small smile had been offered towards the brimmingly red-headed woman. "What is most interesting about these kinds of towns, isn't so much the perceived ignorance - but the true mysteries and knowledges kept tight lipped by the community. I will be honest, I would not be surprised if they actually did know something and chose to turn their gaze." It was a scenario that mostly happened in books, stories and the like, but much like most stories. . . There was often a reason for such a thoughtful basis besides the intrigue. "Then sit down and take a rest. I shall draw you a proper steamed bath, it should work at the soreness without having your feet swell up." A smirk then followed afterwards. "Of course, if we're going to get anywhere you may want to rethink the idea of heels out in the fields."
  11. "Taking me on boats now? Someone is becoming super kinky by the second with the drink." He teased with his tongue stuck out towards her. The blush that had stuck to the young woman's cheeks were an endearing sight to be sure, a smile naturally curved along his features. "Could have been worse? Could have fell face first, ass up with your dress over your hind quarters. Luckily, only I get to see what's under those garments still~." A cheeky grin formed on his brow as they wriggled for a moment before a hand embraced the edge of her shoulder and rubbed in a slow movement to help ease any further worry of embarrasment. "If it's any constellation at least they now know I'm with the most beautiful gal in the room." With a smooth wink offered. "It's always been just myself and my old man so. . . All of this sudden major family is much more overwhelming." There was no 'Mother' or really any cousins, aunts, or uncles in the picture. Just tales and stories that were left about as mysterious as it could get for a Wizard. "Honestly, I feel as if I'm more of a burden than a proper family member. They didn't really ask for the dying charity case." A light chuckle ensued as he laughed off the thought, almost as if it didn't matter to him or was more of a teritary concern. "Which I don't want it to be taken the wrong way, I adore them more than I thought could happen in a short time. Even if I am, by all intents and purposes, the black sheep of the family." There was just a massive difference between him and them - the way he saw things and thought about them weren't in the same reasoning and connections as other members. A weak laughter bubbled out as well as a bright yet modest smile that shined through. "I think I remember you saying that a few times or another." Eyes closed in a gentle slide, a deep breath then was inhaled and exhausted in a stress relieved sigh. The feeling of their foreheads pressed so closely against one another made him feel as if he could practically feel the pulsing presence of her body and aura. "I know many would probably say it's still so early yet I can't mean this any more earnestly when I say that. . . I love you, you red-headed troublemaker." Alexander's right hand rose up as he pressed the palm of it just at the bottom of Cass's cheek and caressed it in an eased motion. "I'm more surprised you're willing to let the world decide 'how long'. Here I thought you were going to pull off some major revolution!"
  12. Layla had no problems with entertaining Gabby, in fact, it helped her to focus on something other than herself. There had also been something about watching the younger generation and the spark that is held within them. It was just an entirely different pace than what had been the last few years of her life and reminded her fondly of what it was like being a mother to a rambunctious child, not an Adult that already had found their own way of life and walk. At least, it was an experience to be 'grandmother like', not something many get to experience even with all of her pushing and ham-fisted hints. "You do know how ironic it is for you to not be a big fan of flight, right?" A smirk displayed on his face as several thoughts and reasons flooded through his mind, the first being her usually daring nature. That was actually only coupled with the fact that part of her heritage were known to be literal 'Harpies', but that was something only pertained to pureblooded Veela it seemed. "That was a large enough moan to catch a couple of flies, be careful, they're pretty big here too." It always seemed as if harsh environments held monstrous wildlife to boot behind it. At least they were in a relatively nice part of the country that was lush and vibrant with life and society. "You'll be able to get a good nap in after we get to our destination, promise. Can't have you falling asleep at the most exciting parts of the adventure." Excitement was accentuated to sound as lewd as possible. As he chuckled a light nudge was given to Gemini as he stealthily slide his hand to grasp her rear, cheeky in Egypt, it should be a new magazine gimmick. "I guess I'll need to keep that part of you awake then, make sure it doesn't fall asleep anytime soon." Marcus' eyebrow arched upwards as a short shrug followed while the woman leaned against him. "It's an experience you can't get easily, travelling to a place you've never been. Figured it'd be more enjoyable for Gabby that way. I already had plans to make it up to you just in case it wasn't your thing." Layla happily chatted away with Gabby, prodding her with questions of not only how school was going but the ever so noisy nature that was Marcus' mother even probed on about how he and Gemini were doing. It caused a scoff to rumble along with a sigh, did she really have nothing better to do than poke at things? Well, he couldn't say she didn't survive this long to not gain that benefit. "Embarrassing history? What kind of degenerate do you think I was?!" A big one, but he wasn't going to let her know that so easily - at least not vocally or mentally. He still had an image to uphold! Or at least make the woman work just a bit more to learn about all that was in the past. "The question is, what questions are knocking around in your head that you'll end up bombarding her with them." His eyes began to squint at Gemini accusingly.
  13. "Heh, Isn't it always, dear?" Had been Jonathan's quick witted retort. Death was never supposed to be simple despite it being a normal course of life it was always the intention of its design to spark the mind and to spark a sense of spiritualism, to question the world around oneself and to question whether or not their life had been going on the path that they deemed it. Those alive had the choice to make in carrying things on, of course, her situation also had been vastly different as she was now dead yet alive. A hum gently resonated within himself though he nodded in resignation towards the conclusion. "This is true, you have quite the advantage regardless. In such an opened scenario such as this I've placed myself at the largest disadvantage I could possibly have, aside from the portion of holding you." It was a gamble but that was what made everything exciting in its own way. Jon's very life had been a literal gamble and it was something he tended to take in his everyday walk to spice things up just a bit further. He had also been very aware that underestimation was a tool easily used in these particular situations. Vampires, they were never killed on the merit that they had been weak but rather outplayed. Their natural understanding of their strengths often played against them as they gave an impression that they were untouchable as the years passed them by through the centuries to the point that their guards were let down out of believing a prey couldn't rise up to the occasion in defense of themselves. He had no reason to expect it of Stella, at least, not yet in her life. An eyebrow raised up at her attempt to soothe him though it did very little as he didn't need such assurance. "The dire situation when it comes to the club scene as they say. Many go there to have fun and at times their fun often means a dance with death by their own hands." Drugs, had been the one thing he refused his father that he'd mess with as part of his choice of 'Business'. If he were going to be in the process of killing people he'd do so by his own hand, after all. "I also more often than not expect many to just let Mishima in." That was typically a presence you couldn't ignore if they were making a scene at the front door. Not that he cared for Mishima sparking up potential Police attention. That would be more situation than he wanted to handle especially if it hadn't been the easily manipulated pigs. "There are many ways a person money can be threatened, often why owners of clubs and other smaller establishments are targets in different ways." It was easier to make a 'Mom and Pop' business curl under ones fingers versus the massive corporate chains even the ones that are largely ignored by their parent owner. "They may like it, but do you? Being someone who is in a position to be a hunter I can only imagine you get a thrill out of manhandling the various creeps, troublemakers, and overall muscle bound lunatics that believe they can contend." It was curiosity that made him probe in this kind of fashion, did she enjoy getting her hands dirty? Did she find it all too risky? "No, It's chosen for you. In terms of how Fae work, they simply are what they are. Epitomes of nature, aspects that live and breath and give it purpose in the order by giving it an active voice of sorts." His arms crossed against his chest in contemplation of the words then shook his head soon after. "I suppose in technicality to the course of Nature I'd be an unattended mutation it never accounted for. I may possess many of the abilities but there are many things to that connection I do not hold." From his knowledge he hadn't even been close to the very idea of longevity of a Fairie's standard. Let alone the fact that he didn't harbor a miniature form, which, he was personally alright with not having. "Yes, losing ones head would be unimaginably awkward. Maybe not painful if someone was skilled and swift, merciful even." He never relished in drawing out pain unless the target needed it. In most cases it was swift, painless, no need to make such a horror persist for people. "Though your head is as lovely as your body. So perhaps such losses should be avoided."
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