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[color=E610B8]Location:[/color] Sorcerer’s Hotel
[color=E610B8]Skills:[/color] Fangirling Hard
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Eva kissed Valerie’s temple. [color=0ea3a5]”It should be fine. Let him have some time.”[/color] Eva then stepped forward, joining Harry, not in the spotlight of course, but between the teens and Val and David. Her body language shifted a little from the relaxed teasing that she had had moments before, into ‘on stage’ mode. This shift was common, something the little group was used to. It wasn’t like David’s shift as this was still Eva, she was just ready for performing. 

As the girl with the massive sword approached her Eva took a half step back. She was used to some crazy obsessed people but [i]giant[/i] sword was a new one. Eva was not a fighter, sure she and Val spared, but that was not the same as someone coming at her with a sword. She had never had to fight for her life. Never had to defend herself against more than a stalker or two. That’s why she had bodyguards, they kept her safe. She was a mutant, but her power was not good for fighting women with swords. However, it quickly became apparent that the girl was not murderous. Eva smiled, recentering. 

[color=0ea3a5]”Certainly, I’ll sign your sword,”[/color] Eva said, she held back a laugh. [color=0ea3a5]”Yes, Billy, you may call me Evanthe. It is a pleasure to meet you too.”[/color] Eva pulled a gold paint marker out of her pocket. She kept a few different pens on hand. This one was her favorite. She wrote her name with her standard flourish on the sword. 

Harry tensed as the stranger began to approach them with a sword drawn. His attention pulled from the young boy and towards their possible assailant. Every step, every breath, a vibration that he focused on in the event he needed to weaponize them against her. But before anything could happen, she…asked for an autograph? Perhaps it was due to one of Eva's performances where she wore a Knightly outfit, but that definitely opened the door for more trouble down the road. 

With tensions eased Harry focused once more on the pair before him. Smiling warmly at the mention of one of his more [I]personal[/i] songs being used for a Prom. He studied the kid before him, the ones he was with and suddenly it all clicked. [Color=E610B8]”One of my favorite songs, shame I couldn't play it for you live. Billy, did you say? You wouldn't happen to be Wanda's son would you? What could I do for you? Signature? Photo?”[/color] He asked as he pulled out a neon pink paint marker.

Val’s eyes widened, as a muscular young girl came forward with a [i]gigantic sword[/i], headed straight for her wife. She was a split second away from pulling up a shield around Eva and Harry, and making them all just disappear - just a split second away from falling back into her old routine, her old habits, just to make sure they all got out of there safe. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her brother and wife to defend themselves - it was more that she never wanted to see them put in a position where they had to do so to begin with. But unlike the others, her anxiety didn’t fade as it was revealed that the kid was just a fan - she couldn’t shake off the adrenaline as easily, couldn’t just dismiss the dangers. She shifted uncomfortably, torn between standing back and letting the pop stars do their thing, or telling them that they needed to get moving, so they could get to their actual hotel and away from a group of unstable children with swords and powers. 

[i]Just a himbo,[/i] Davie’s voice whispered into the minds of the other three. He grinned a bit, hearing that the kid, Billy, had used the song Harry had made for him at prom. That was cute. [i]Some of your best work,[/i] he then added privately to his husband. He didn’t want to take away from the moment of Harry and Eva meeting with their adoring fans. He knew how much joy his husband took from things like these - and while Davie wasn’t as shy as Valerie, the spotlight didn’t suit him the way it did Harry. His husband was absolutely dazzling. 

“Thank you!!” Gideon gushed, staring at Eva’s signature on the sword. She was going to have to find a way to make that permanent. Or maybe just take a selfie with it like that. Or maybe the ghost inside her sword would do her a solid and make sure that it stayed. “This is [i]so[/i] incredibly rad. You’re so incredibly rad. Can I take a picture with you? My ex-girlfriend is going to be so fucking jealous.”

Wiccan, of course, gasped as Harry [i]knew him[/i]. Or, well, knew his mother. Sometimes he forgot that his mother was famous - to him, she was just a mom. “Yes, she’s my - I’m her - yes!” He was completely flustered. “Can I take a picture with you, and then I can conjure up a print of that picture, and you could sign that? Or you could sign my face? Whichever is easier!” he gushed. 

[color=0ea3a5]”Ohh, I love making an ex jealous,”[/color] Eva said, laughing. She even had a song about it, another about watching an ex burn their life around themselves post break up. She had a lot of songs about messy relationships. Considering how long she had been with her wife, that was sort of funny these days. Eva took off her sunglasses so her face was fully visible for the photo. Careful of the sword she leaned in so Gideon could take a photo. 

Harry couldn't help but chuckled at the completely exasperated teen. [Color=E610B8]”Couldn't you conjure a Polaroid then? Might be easier than conjuring a selfie taken with a phone.”[/color] He replied as he uncapped his marker, holding Billy's chin with one hand as he gently tilted it to make it easier to sign his cheek. His marker glided effortlessly across the cheek as he spoke. [Color=E610B8]”This way your selfie can have my signature in it as well, and of course I can sign the photo too.”[/color] 

Gideon did not remove her glasses, as she took out her phone - a little awkwardly, the sword did require two hands - and snapped a selfie with Eva. She had a light sensitivity issue, the actual reason that she wore them indoors - that and she looked cool as hell doing it. Only cool people wore shades inside. Case in point, Eva fucking Moore wore shades indoors. “Sick, thank you!! And yeah, this is gonna make her so mad, she’s going to pop a vein or something,” she cackled. And if a certain brunette happened to see the photo on SuperLink and give it a like… Well, that would be good too. 

“Oh! Yeah! Retro! That’s such a good idea!” Billy almost hyperventilated as Harry touched his chin, tilting his face back a bit to sign. He couldn’t believe this was really happening!! Was he dreaming? Had he manifested this by accident with his powers? “You’re really supposed to be here, right? Like I didn’t make this happen?”