Viktor raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Da. I am a human," he responded, then crossed his arms and tilted his head up so as to examine the patron from a different angle, an angle that made it easier to pass judgement. Oh man, his wrist was on fire now. He had better just get it over with. As much as he hated it, having his wrist burn was getting unbearable.

"I would suppose your name... is this strange mark on my wrist that I couldn't read if I tried." he sighed, letting his chin drop to his chest in defeat. It upset him that the burning was now less than before. It was very telling, if nothing else. It sent a grinding into his gut that echoed in his teeth. He could almost akin this feeling to fear, if he didn't know he was just rejecting.

"And if I had to guess again, I would say the name on your arm is something that is hard for you to read as well... Unless you speak Russian," he chuckled, now chewing on the inside of his cheek on the right side.

Brandon gave a smile, knowing that this was to be his soulmate. It was funny that neither of them knew the other's name, due to the fact that he was from Hell and his Soulmate was from Russia.
"I know it to be Russian, but I cannot read it," he now himself gave a laugh. He extended his right hand. "Brandon Stout. Your Soulmate from Hell. Literally." He couldn't help but give a giggle at his own pun, probably a little intoxicated from having downed a whole drink in less than half a minute. "And I suppose you don't 'believe' in the whole 'Soulmate thing', being human? Sorry, is that racist or speciesist?"

Viktor couldn't help but look at Brandon with disbelief. "You are telling me these marks that google would not help me with..." he stopped and looked at the wrist itself to double check he wasn't crazy. "It only said Brandon Stout?" he started, chuckling with his last syllable.

"Honestly, I was expecting something dark that would strike fear into the hearts of mortal men or be something incredibly sexy, but I would have never imagined 'Brandon'," Viktor grinned haughtily. "I am Viktor Polzinov, and apparently I am your soulmate," he sighed placing his hands on his hips. He then mulled over the question in his mouth. Was it racist to assume?

"I do not know if your assumption was offensive. I do not believe in it because I believe that fate is not real, but I have met a few humans who live their whole lives around the thought of meeting their soulmate. I suppose it would depend highly on the individual," he explained, not really caring if someone were to scream obscenities at him for being so laisse fare about the whole thing.

Ciennas’ grin got wider and decidedly more wicked as it did, “Oh, you’re going to regret that.” She said with a dark layer of humour to it as she spoke a subtle movement of her hand started the wind spiralling faster around her and as if by her will alone the air from within the lungs of Erin rushed out leaving her with no air at all, and she prevented air from re-entering her lungs. “You like this game, do you? Think it’s fun do you” she would ramble turning while raising up into the air towards the centre of the room when she reached the centre point she would close her eyes immersing herself into the darkest of magics that flows through all living things and began to chant in ancient fae.
The air around her would begin to crackle with lightning and power surging in towards her, the wind would become hyper charged making it begin to crackle constantly. Were anyone to look outside at this moment they would see clouds beginning to form over the city, the wind picking up around the whole building, the warning signs of a dangerous storm. She would continue chanting her voice seeming to become one with the wind and seeming to come from everywhere at once. Her wings would begin to shimmer as dark light glitters fall from them the storm outside would get far worse with wind gusts picking up to near dangerous levels and the clouds would darken as they began to drop heavy fast droplets of rain.
This entire time she would be keeping Erin from being able to breathe unless the demoness had another way to get the much-needed air that nearly all living creatures require. The air in the room would begin spiralling faster and within the room to the point where it would start throwing things around tearing things apart, but it would not let Erin move. She would be still buffeted by the wind as everything near her was it would inflict minor wounds on her at this stage.
As she continues chanting the same dark light glitters would begin falling from the rest of her body and the clouds outside would erupt with loud thunder and large chunks of hail began falling. Over the next five to ten minutes she would continue chanting while the wind in the apartment would get worse and worse, the true danger was from outside as the clouds began to spiral descending to the top of the building they were in, thickening and speeding up. Finally, her chanting would be complete the process now had started and nature would carry the newly forming f5 tornado to its completion now, only an incredibly powerful spell caster would be able to reverse it now.
“So is this enough for you” she would laugh hysterically as debris flew around the room following her wind paths, she would lower herself to the ground and walk towards where Erin was being restrained if she were not able to break the restraints and escape the apartment she would now be covered in abrasions from the wind but also other wounds from the debris that was once the furniture and plants from the room.
“Do I look like FUCKING TINKERBELL TO YOU!!” she would scream this in her face the anger and hatred of those that would call her that showing clearly now. She was continuing to sparkle however while moving around she would finally release the spell preventing Erin from gaining breath the normal way, “No, no, I want you to feel all of this, I want you to know” she would pause turning to face her “This is all your doing” her tone was malicious though carried a conviction of truth that she honestly believed that Erin was at fault here not herself.

@BlackPanther
Owen was thinking about how odd this all was. He had run into his soulmate who he was destined to be with for all of eternity. He was different in a good way. Owen didn't know what to expect with his lover but it was clear that this was going to be interesting. His eyes were the best part. Not the killer body or the accent but his eyes. There was something enchanting about how he looked.

"That would be great. Mr Caw has been with me since I was eight. Sure his feathers keep falling out from rot but that's not important. "Owen said as if owning an undead raven was a normal thing in his world.

"In my mind you've been everything. Sometimes you're regular human. Sometime you were a different kind of guy but I like the real you. In all of my pictures you always had blue eyes. Not as deep as yours really are since I like your real eyes more " Owen said watching him for a second. "So how long have you lived in the city?" Owen asked trying to gauge the other man.

@Daemanis
Erin watched her, that same stupid smirk on her face. And then, she couldn't breathe. It was like there was no air for her to breathe, and she imagined that this was what it was like in space.
“You like this game, do you? Think it’s fun do you”? Cienna began to speak, ranting on. Erin would've replied to say that yes this was fun to her, if she could only get the words out. But without a breath, it wasn't possible. She could feel the beating of her heart because she couldn't breathe. It was a weird sensation to her, a new type of pain that she liked.
As the Dark fairy began to chant, Erin tried to laugh. But she couldn't, so she only smiled. The pain of not breathing was getting worse now. Everything was swirling around the room, except for her. Teapots and plates smashed against her face.
“So is this enough for you?" she heard Cienna snap at her. She couldn't respond - verbally or physically.
“Do I look like FUCKING TINKERBELL TO YOU!!” Honestly, Erin wanted to nod. She loved to provoke others.
“No, no, I want you to feel all of this, I want you to know. This is all your doing” She gained her breath back, and instinctively drew in a breath. Now, she could finally laugh. And she did, maniacally. This was exactly what she had wanted.
"See, Jules?!" she screamed above the wind. "This is truly your Soulmate. This is exactly what I've been trying to protect you from all these years!" She gave another laugh, her eyes twinkling before they landed on Cienna. "I'll enjoy the pain you've set to give me, thanks," she said, not even trying to break her restraints. She wanted Julie to learn the lesson she'd been trying to teach her.

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@PrincePierce
"Honestly, I was expecting something dark that would strike fear into the hearts of mortal men or be something incredibly sexy, but I would have never imagined 'Brandon'."
"Heeeey!" Brandon complained. "That is dark and sexy enough, thank you. Did you know that it actually means 'killer of dogs'? Nah, nah, I'm just foolin' ya." The demon gave a hearty laugh. "Hmm, well, Viktor. I hope I'll be able to change your mind about the whole 'Soulmate thing'," he said with a wink. "And now, another drink! Please, my Viktor."
There was a gleam in the demon's eyes as he delve further into his drunkenness.

Cienna watched as Erin laughed enjoying everything she was throwing at her, it occurred even through her darkness filled with rage that this is exactly what she wanted, and her rage immediately changed to apathy, burning it out and activating the time lock spell. The blackness from her body would vanish returning to the soft gentle glow while her wings and eyes returned to blue. A magic circle would appear binding her again and her eyes would go wide feeling the turbulence all around and realizing exactly what happened.
She would float over to Erin her eyes looking at her sadly and she would wrap her arms around her tightly as she did all the wind inside and out would still immediately, using every ounce of her strength she stalled the wind long enough to break the cycle that took ten minutes to start. The damage that had already been done she could not stop and for that tears began streaming down her face, the outside of the building would be battered with only a few windows left un shattered and probably causing some minor damage all through out, but the tornado itself now dissipated into nothingness once more.
“s…sorry…” she would whisper before letting go and hovering towards where she now felt an open window “i..i’m… sorry…” she would turn to look back “I’m sorry Jullie…” she would move to leave through the gaping more of a window, the wind inside the room, infact around the entire building would be standing still with slight flecks of light glittering around flickering between a soft gentle white light and a black light as they fizzle out.

As Cienna's light changed from black to white, Erin was confused. "No...," she whispered to herself. Something switched in the fairy and as she hugged Erin with tears, Erin was disgusted. She didn't want anything to do with Cienna anymore at the moment. She reverted back to Julie, who was frozen with fear.

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Julie was stuck staring over Cienna's shoulder as the fairy hugged her and sobbed. When she apologized and left through the window, Julie did nothing to stop her. She slowly looked over to Cienna she left, tears silently streaming down her own face.
After the fairy left, and the wind fizzled away, Julie stood up and looked around. Her apartment was trashed. Her face had a few cuts on it that had just recently stopped bleeding. The tears still silently streamed down her face.
"I don't want this anymore, Erin," she spoke softly. The demon didn't respond to her. "I don't want to live with you. I don't know what I did all those years ago, but I'm sorry." The tears came down faster now. She stepped through the broken furniture, and out her door. She slowly made her way to the stairs, stepping up them to the roof access of the building.
"C'mon, Jules. What're you doing? You know nothing will help," Erin's voice was now soft too. The wind from the height of the building whipped Julie's hair around. She could see the other buildings of the city as she walked to the edge of the roof. She stepped up, looking around.
"I. Don't. Want. You," she spoke, venom on her tongue. She let out a sob, letting her body fall through the air.
Erin sighed inside her mind as Julie fell through the air. "I'll see you in the hospital. Again."
Julie watched the ground coming closer, closer, closer. And then everything went black.

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Fritz laughed slightly at Stride's request to be just friends. "Mein Gott, classy? I don't know, just brought well. I lived in bohemian France for like 80-90 years. Wouldn't call that classy. The classiest thing I did there was sleep with Simone de Beauvoir. Or was it Sartre?" He twisted his glass of bourbon on the bar in front of him, staring off into space for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. "Yeah, it was de Beauvoir for sure. After she published All Men Are Mortal, I believe."

He look slightly less intense for a moment, a smile flickering on his face. It dropped back into its usual firm frown, and he continued. "But I'm going to be perfectly honest with you. Love at first sight is a thing, but only in some circumstances. So yeah, maybe it's weird for us to act like a couple now, maybe it isn't. I don't know. But, I'm pretty sure if the wrist says we're meant to be, we are. It never said immediately, though So let's be friends for now. See if it's right or wrong."

He knocked back the rest of his drink, before looking up at the TV on the wall. Reports of an F5 hurricane hitting his apartment block and his block alone flashed on the screen. "Heiliger Strohsack!" He exclaimed, trying to mask his profanity. He turned to Stride, looking deeply disturbed. "On the TV! That's my apartmet block! All my stuff, my laptop, my books, my notes! All of it's probably trashed. Hell, I need to go and check out the scene one the crime."

He picked up his briefcase, spiking up his jackets collar again, passing some money to the bartender. "If it's meant to be, I'll see you later, right? Of course. So, I'll see you halber Mann." He walked away muttering "That's what I'll call you now, Fraülein Stride. Halber Mann."

He ran through the rain, to his apartment, slipping over on the pavement, bruising his knee. As he reached the block, the sight he saw that shocked him was not the state of the building, but that of his good friend Julie lying almost lifeless, certainly unconscious, on the pavement. He stood speechless for a moment, before spring into action and kneeling down beside her. She was immortal, he didn't need to check her pulse, she wouldn't die. He was still concerned. He remembered his phone had died on him earlier, no chance of him calling an ambulance.

"Hey, Julie, can you hear me? If you can, this is Fritz Vogel speaking. Listen, I'm going to find someone who can call an ambulance and you're going to be fine. Just fine. I promise." He raised his head slightly, calling out for help from anyone nearby. He lifted Julie's head slightly, placing it on his lap, so she didn't choke. She was going to be fine, right?

@GoodLuckTuck @EchoicChamber

“Oh, thank fuck.” Stride’s head lolled back, and she let out a large breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. “Thanks for not bein’ an asshole ‘bout this, Fried. Some people out there get all hung up over their bond n’ fallin’ in love n’ all that shit, then get all pissy when it all ain’t like some cheesy romance flick. It’s fucked up.” She took a shot.

It wasn’t uncommon for cases like that to roll into the station. Men and women alike, appalled that their “soulmate” didn’t have stars in their eyes as soon as they laid eyes upon their partner, or wanted to take things at a different pace, or had different opinions on children and marriage and lifestyles. Occasionally, this shock would turn to frustration, then anger, then violence.

It was never an easy situation to deal with.

Stride washed down the last of her chips with her drink, and was about to ask about the whole France deal Fritz mentioned when she stilled. Her eyes had glued to the screen in the same way Fritz’s had, her hair puffed up around her face like a frightened cat.

“Shit.” Stride said. “Shit.”

She wasn’t alone in her distress- apparently, it seemed as if both she and Fritz lived in the exact same apartment building. How they had never met before, Stride wasn’t sure, and she honestly found that particular coincidence to be somewhat unnerving, but that didn’t matter now. "Looks like we got one thing in common,” she said. With hasty movements, she reached into her pockets, smacked a handful of crumpled bills onto the counter, then practically flew out of the bar and into the night.

The rain was still falling in icy sheets, and Stride could quickly feel her temperature falling just a few minutes into the trek, but she pushed on- sprinting like death itself was at her heels. By the time that she reached the complex, Stride almost fell flat on her face in an attempt to slow down.

Of course, upon seeing the state the apartment was in- and of the figures scattered around the base- she could hardly regret being a speed freak. She glanced at the building for a moment, let out a hiss under her breath, then rushed over to Fritz and Julie.

To be entirely honest, Stride wasn’t too familiar with the woman. She knew that loud, 80s music often blasted from her apartment, and passed by her in the hall from time to time, but that was all. Regardless of that, Stride didn’t think before kneeling down beside her, pushing her phone at Fritz, and rolling down her sleeves.

“Call the hospital.” She paused, then, as an afterthought, added, “Look, I’m gonna do somethin’ kinda fuckin’ weird right now, so if you’re the squeamish type, just...look away, I guess.”

It was the right side. Stride doubted that Callias would be winning any awards for “best dad” anytime soon, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was teaching. Years after she had left his care, she found herself swiftly drawing a butterfly knife from her pocket, holding bared wrist above Julie’s mouth, and, teeth gritted, slitting open the vein. Some of the blood splattered onto the woman's lips, but, for the most part, the flow hit its target. Stride held her arm in place until the skin had knit itself back together, then tilted Julie’s head up just a bit more, trying to prompt her into swallowing.

Gorgon blood was capable of giving life, and taking it away just as easily. While Stride’s could never be as capable as a full-blooded’s, it still held a sort of watered down power in its own right. It could heal the wounded, and that was enough.

@Erklings25@GoodLuckTuck

@Avanhelsing
Abel raised a brow at the bird loosening feathers. It was probably dead. This was definitly different. A necromancer was his soulmate. Then again he was basically a cat in a human body so he couldn't exactly say much on oddities. It would take a bit for him to get used to though.

As Owen spoke he felt a smile return. This was the most he's smiled in quite some time. "Thank you" He could never really picture his soulmate. Instead he just was filled with concern as to if Owen would be able to accept him. To know neither of them were regular humans was incredibly comforting. The dead thing was still a rather different concept...but he would get over that.

"I've been here for a bit over two months. It's different that's for sure.....and hard to handle sometimes" after all, Abel had to live as close to Central Park as possible just to satisfy the needs of his other side. "What's your place like?" curiosity stayed in his features...he was definitly curious as to how a necromancer lived in New York.

Owen did not seem to think what he was saying was anything that strange. He had not even started to discuss his views on zombies and how to raise them. He did not see any of this as anything but normal. Sure his best friend was a ghost and hid dates usually ended with someone getting covered in goo. This was going better than most times. All he had to do was keep the dead away and he might convince Abel that he was a normal guy. That did not seem likely looking at his track record.

"Oh my place... Well uhh... It's just a normal apartment. You know... A room and some clothes. I usually am not in my place all that often. My family made a... laboratory under Central Park. That is where I usually spend all my time working on my projects.
I don't think I have been to my apartment in a few days. I keep clothes and stuff in my lab. So what's your favorite food? So I can make it for you some time?" Owen asked hoping that he would not ask about the lab. It was a bit of a mood killer when Owen started talking about the rows of technically stolen body parts sewn together he had there. He couldn't bring himself to lie. Not to Abel and he didn't really know why he felt like that.

@BlackPanther

Cienna felt something, a kind of disturbance generating it’s own wind though the calm she had created her mind barely registering as she hovered there trying to figure out what to do next, she heard a splat on the ground, that sickening sound of a body impacting concrete at high velocity without thinking she reached into the bra of her top pulling out her small phone and holding down the home button.
“Voice command activated.” The small device chimed to her in that uniform monotonous tone that most devices used.
“911” she stated simply without thinking feeling empty inside, she simply waited for the other end to pick up.
“911 what’s your emergency” the voice came over, it was at this exact point the Cienna realized she had no idea what the address of this place was so she said the only things she could think of.
“There’s been an accident. Someone has jumped from the top of a building. I don’t know the address or nearby streets thanks to my being blind, please trace my call location” she had to use this feature before but it always felt a bit strange.
"Hey, Julie, can you hear me? If you can, this is Fritz Vogel speaking. Listen, I'm going to find someone who can call an ambulance and you're going to be fine. Just fine. I promise."
The voice would not have carried to someone with lesser hearing, maybe even a normal elf or fairy would not hear it at this range but her hearing was enhanced and she picked it up immediately.
‘Wait… Wait… wait… did he just say…’ she thought to herself her mind racing.
“Call the hospital.”
“Look, I’m gonna do somethin’ kinda fuckin’ weird right now, so if you’re the squeamish type, just...look away, I guess.”
‘shit shit shit’ she thought folding her wings back while still in mid-air and dropping like a stone straight down, she was tracking the sounds of the people and angled herself towards them, being as small as she is it didn’t take her long to reach terminal velocity thus a floor from the ground she spread her wings out again catching herself and slowing herself to a stop right beside where she could hear the voice and the wind off her wings washed over the scene showing her a woman, Julies body type laying on the ground.
“JULIE!!” she would scream in a panic landing and running to her side, her phone still in her hand the operators voice all but tuned out to her now. If the others were listening they would hear the operator trying to get Cienna’s attention, however now she couldn’t care less about what the woman was saying, they would trace her phone and be here soon.
‘shit, shit, shit, shit, this is all my fault…’ she thought kneeling beside her soul mate and gingerly touching her side. ‘what have I done.’ She would all but ignore the others around her focusing on Julie attempting to hear a heart beat a breath anything.

Julie had a dream. She did whenever she did this type of thing; trying to kill herself, but failing due to her immortality and regeneration skills. In the dream, she was back in the 80's, her favourite era. There she saw Erin, sitting by the bar and drinking a drink. The demon turned to her, a grin on her face. But it wasn't like her usual mischevious grin. She actually seemed happy, for once. "Care to dance?" the demon asked her, and Julie looked down nervously at her feet.
"I...I can't dance," Julie confessed, and Erin laughed; a full, head-tilted-back laugh. Julie found herself smiling, and she looked back up at Erin.
"Sure. Whatever. We're dancing," the demon declared, and Julie tried to protest. But Erin dragged her out onto the dance-floor, where I Wanna Dance With Somebody was playing. And for once, Julie smiled and had a good time with Erin.

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With the wounds stitched up by Stride's blood, Julie's body began to heal itself again. Faster than it had started to heal before. She gave out a gasp, sitting up and shooting open her eyes. She gave a few coughs, the tears appearing again. They streamed down her face as she looked around. Stride and Fritz, some of her building-mates were with her. And there was Cienna, screaming out for her. She shook her head, looking around at them before her eyes landed on Stride. She could see her bleeding, and knew that she must've used some powers or something to help revive her.
"Why? Why did you do that?" she asked her. She looked back up at the apartment building, as if thinking about jumping all over again. "I-I don't want to be here..." she trailed off.
"Well you're fucking stuck with me, okay?!" Erin screamed at her.
"Well I don't care, okay?! I don't want you here anymore, Erin! Get out of my mind! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out...." She fell limply into Fritz and began sobbing. Her body was shaking from so much strain in only a couple of hours, let alone one day. She felt nauseous and weak.
@EchoicChamber@Erklings25@Daemanis

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Fritz smiled slightly as Stride swooped in from nowhere. "Halber Mann! I didn't know you lived 'round here too. I should probably fill you in on the situation. I just found her lying here on the ground. I don't know what happened." He stopped rambling as he realised the futility of the situation, when Stride told him to call an ambulance.

Just as he was about to run for a pay phone, he noticed Stride slit open her own wrist. Oh, yes, gorgons have healing properties in their blood, he read about it once. He didn't think it was true until now. Just as he was about to explain that he had no way of callin an ambulance, a third party rushed - no, flew onto the scene. A fairy presumably. She was screaming, talking about how 'this was all her fault.' He had no clue what was going on, but it annoyed him intensely, all the crying and screaming.

He seized Cienna by the shoulders, shaking her hard. "Woah there. Shut up and listen to me!" He almost screamed the words. When he was sure he had her attention, he continued at a lower pitch. "Now, I have no goddam clue who you are, but you seem to know our Julie. I've known her for about ten years. So believe me when I say that none of the wad your fault. She's done this before. Now, me and my friend were trying to help her out here. So, make yourself useful, and UPDATE THE GODDAM OPERATOR!" He yelled the last part. He didn't want to seem angry, but he was trying to do his best for Julie.

He calmed down when he noticed Julie was concious again. As she fell into his lap sobbing, he almost became a different person, tender and kind. "Shhh. There, there Julie. You're ok. Listen to me. It's me, Fritz. I'm here for you. With me is my buddy, Stride. She healed you. And we've got your fairy friend, who phoned an ambulance. We're all here for you, ok? Atta girl. This wasn't you fault, if anyone's to blame, I'll bet it's Erin." He smiled at her as best he could.

Even if he was a demon, he cared far too much about his friends.

@Daemanis @EchoicChamber @GoodLuckTuck

One of the people who were beside Julie grabbed her,
"Now, I have no goddam clue who you are, but you seem to know our Julie. I've known her for about ten years. So believe me when I say that none of the wad your fault. She's done this before. Now, me and my friend were trying to help her out here. So, make yourself useful, and UPDATE THE GODDAM OPERATOR!"
Hearing this it finally occurred to her that her phone was still in her hand and the operator was desperate for details.
“ma’am if you can calm down and give me more information please” the voice on the phone would say when she finally acknowledged. Her voice was shaking just like the rest of her body.
“I c.. can… can try…” she said between sobs “I’m blind.” She would add after.
“We’ve traced your call and an ambulance is on route.” The operator said, “Is there anyone else around?” she would ask.
Cienna would say that there was before offering her phone to the man who had yelled at her before, he was talking to Julie again.
"Shhh. There, there Julie. You're ok. Listen to me. It's a Fritz. I'm here for you. With me is my buddy, Stride. She healed you. And we've got your fairy friend, who phoned an ambulance. We're all here for you, ok? Atta girl. This wasn't you fault, if anyone's to blame, I'll bet it's Erin."
As she waited for him to take her phone she would show him her other wrist with Julies name emblazoned on it. So that he would understand the distress that she was feeling at this point.

If Stride had any notion that what had happened was an accident, it was quickly snuffed out by the next chain of events. A pale-eyed fairy fluttering to Julie’s side, wailing the woman’s name. Julie waking up, only to immediately start sobbing and shouting at a voice only she could hear. Fritz mentioned that she had “done this before”. Wiping her wrist clean on her shirt, Stride reached forward, clasping her hand on Julie’s shoulder with surprising gentleness.

“Look. Julie. I know we don’t talk much, but ya seem like a decent lady. Whatever happened to make ya...y’know, try that, you sure as hell didn’t deserve it. But here’s the thing.” She pulled back, resting a hand on her bent knee. “You might not wanna be here, but these folk sure as hell want you around. They care about ya, Julie. Fritz, and your soulmate over there, they’d be pretty damn torn up if ya weren’t around. They wanna help ya, too. So whatever it is you’re dealin’ with, you ain’t alone.”

Stride reached out again, giving Julie a pat on the shoulder. She was no therapist- hopefully, the folk at the hospital would be able to point the lady to someone who could actually help her out- but she couldn’t really just sit there, twiddling her thumbs like if everything was a-ok. She had to try something at least.

@Daemanis@Erklings25@GoodLuckTuck

Julie didn't speak. She was too in shock to do so. But she did listen.
"Shhh. There, there Julie. You're ok. Listen to me. It's a Fritz. I'm here for you. With me is my buddy, Stride. She healed you. And we've got your fairy friend, who phoned an ambulance. We're all here for you, ok? Atta girl. This wasn't you fault, if anyone's to blame, I'll bet it's Erin."
“Look. Julie. I know we don’t talk much, but ya seem like a decent lady. Whatever happened to make ya...y’know, try that, you sure as hell didn’t deserve it. But here’s the thing. You might not wanna be here, but these folk sure as hell want you around. They care about ya, Julie. Fritz, and your soulmate over there, they’d be pretty damn torn up if you weren’t around. They wanna help ya, too. So whatever it is you’re dealin’ with, you ain’t alone.”
Julie gave a small laugh, looking over at Stride.
"T-Thanks, but I sh-shouldn't even be a-alive right now. L-Literally. I-I've seen so many e-eras rise and fall. I s-shouldn't be here. I shouldn't k-know you guys. I s-shouldn't be with her..." she looked over at Cienna, but didn't say anything as she fell into Fritz once more. "I...I want to go home," she muttered into his shoulder.

@Avanhelsing
Abel blinked at the information just sent his way. A lab underneath Central Park. He felt it. The questions thatbhe wanted to ask were bubbling up, but he managed to squish them before they reached the surface. By the look he was getting from Owen...it was clear that his soulmate wanted to appear as normal as possible.

Abel decided not to take that want for normalcy away from him. He looked sheepish. "I really like veal." a tender meat....though he usually enjoyed meat raw. He would try anything though. He moved to sit on the edge of the chair. "Id like to see that sometime." He was being honest there. He wanted to see every side of his soulmate. No matter how different it's what made Owen...Owen.

Abel tilted his head. "what's your favorite food? And....is there anywhere you've always wanted to go?" for once money was actually incredibly helpful to him. He had never really lived like a rich person so he had more then plenty to go wherever Owen wanted.

The night time air was cool on Zephyrs’ skin as he walked the streets heading towards central park. His shirt was open as per normal revealing his solidly built body and the cross with wings that he always wore. His eyes looking straight ahead as he walked disregarding the people he passed. He had one mission in mind, and one mission only. He made his way to the park crossing a scene where apparently a woman had tried to kill herself by jumping of a ten-story building. It did little to even raise an inkling of curiosity out of him and he continued walking past them.
‘the lives these short lives lead is beyond mundane’ he thought to himself not even caring to find if anyone had been hurt. This was one of his free moments and he wasn’t going to waste it concerned about someone that would be dead and gone all too soon. Rounding the corner, the events already fading from his mind. Picking up his pace he let the tone of his feet falling on the pavement become a kind of music to tune out everything. The rain was a minor annoyance to him as it caused the scars on his back to ache just a little, enough to make him roll his shoulders to relieve the annoyance.
‘Teach you to stand against God.’ He thought to himself as he finally reached the border of central park, the air thick with damp leaves and other such natural scents. It reminded him of a time back in the first garden this planet had known. Eden, it was nice, and he cared about these short lived back then. He approached his favourite part of the park throwing himself on the ground. The wet grass immediately soaking his shirt and the rain doing a better job at soaking him through than a sprinkler on full. His eyes scanned the cloud cover as he let his mind wander over the past and the thoughts of his future.
‘such is the life of an angel cast to earth’ he thought to himself with a sardonic smile, the rolling lightning spreading through the clouds casting a glow that reminded him of the earliest bioluminescent lights the ocean threw across the early beaches. ‘you still find ways to show me that your world is perfect don’t you’ he thought his hand slowly running up his body towards the cross around his neck.
At his point, the mobile phone in his pocket began to vibrate against his leg. He reached into his pocket pulling it out and sliding the touch screen to answer.
“Speak” he said his tone devoid of emotions and filled with authority.
“The Cross demands you investigate strange happenings in town, An f5 Tornado formed up and then vanished almost immediately causing some damage to an upper class Apartment building, No known casualties, though the incident would have been exactly the same as the one 20 years ago should it not have been stopped mysteriously. Priority Alpha.” A voice responded from the receiver.
“confirmed” Zephyr said standing and accessing a tracking map on his mobile which showed he had passed the location earlier. He rolled his eyes heading back in that direction. It would be another half hour later he would be standing back at the entrance to the apartment looking up at the damage.
‘interesting, looks like it was controlled to this building alone, magic essence is strong in the air, seems to be dark magic.’ He though sniffing the air and allowing his natural senses to determine what the types of magics were involved. He scanned around the area looking for any strong senses of evil that would have the magic levels to do this.