Luna

The Places We Will Go [Cyndyr && Luna]

Guess so is back again. Me! Yeah finally got my muse back

Black Butler: Curse of the Zodiac

Ciel nodded a Kalona smirked. "Who said I would let any of you escape" there was darkness surrounding the entrance sealing them inside the room they stood in

Black Butler: Curse of the Zodiac

Ugh I wish life would stop kicking me in the ass, I keep having one thing after another slap me in the face

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Location-Nox

Colette gasped when the beast completely plowed past her. When she learned, a horrified look appeared on her face as she saw the walls collapsing and being sucked into a hole. Staggering to her feet, she took off running keeping the the wall same as the beast did to avoid the path. The hole seem to grow stronger, making it much harder to move, but she managed to escape and collapse to her knees. She watched as the exit sealed itself, the rumbling lowering in noise letting her ringing ears to calm down.

Looking in front of her, all she could see was a pale shade blue color ahead of them, which was a deep contrast to the darkness that surrounded them. She could easily see through the darkness with her enhanced sense of sight. Standing back up, she followed the rest towards it, getting a feeling in her stomach that something bad was about to happen.

If only she knew how right she was about to be

As she walked towards the blue glow, she could hear Helena muttering under her breath and side glanced her. She could see the female looking behind them to make sure nothing else was following. Copying her movements,she also looked but saw nothing standing out in the darkness that seem to follow them,

Colette had to admit, this type of darkness was leaving her terrified and she had to place this at number two of the top ten worst experiences she could ever go through, for a reason. She absentmindedly touched her right shoulder, reason unknown to a lot except to a select few. On her right shoulder, though hidden well, was the one that would always stay number one.

~In the circular room~

As they entered the doorway of a large circular room, Colette jumped when she heard something slam behind them. Looking, she paled even further as she saw the entrance was completely shrouded in darkness until nothing of an entrance was left, just a wall of solid stone.

“Who is that?” she turned to Helena who asked and jumped when she followed Helena’s eyes to see they were not alone in this large room. Her instincts screamed danger as she looked to the figure and she discreetly made her way over to Helena as the figure spoke.

“I see you’ve arrived at the heart of the Nox.” Heart of the Nox? Colette thought to herself. Hearing that explained the danger feeling in her gut. The heart was the living part of any place or thing. Her eyes went back to the figure as he moved slightly to his left and spoke once more.

“Congratulations would be in order but sadly, it’s short lived. I can’t tolerate insects.” Out of nowhere, all Colette could hear was a loud, ear piercing sound to erupt as the figure poke and prodded the Nox’s core. Colette hunched over, her stomach heaving at this point.

She began to question herself if she was going to make it out of here alive as she heard Darrell curse under his breath, “Shit, not a Uth.” As a beast appear, its appearance ugly as tentacle like things moved when it moved. Collett swallowed the heaving and stood straight again preparing her weapon to fight. If she was going to die here, she was going to go down fighting.

’I hope I make it out of here. Keri would not be happy if I died now, but Hyllos and Atticus are nowhere strong enough to last this battle.” casting her beloved demons a worried look.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Facts of Grief

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Time

Day 3 ~ 2:30 pm

Location

Charles’ home

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Azulia hummed as she entered the house. Scratching at her skin, she looked at her arms and blinked at the sight of hives forming along her skin. She scratched at them confused of what could have caused them. The only thing that could cause such a reaction was animal fur. Frowning, she retraced her memory to earlier that day and frowned deeply when it hit her.

“!” Making a shocked noise, her mind went back to a lady she met today and she just so happen to have a dog with her. She groaned and scratched in frustration. How, in all her careful movements around animals, could dog fur got on her.

“Oh, there better be something for these damn things” she rushed to the bathroom after dropping her bag near the front door. After minutes upon minutes of rummaging through everything, she found an anti-itch cream in some of the drawers. Sighing with relief, she began to rub it into her irritated skin.

A loud creak was heard in the foyer. It was followed by a loud thump when Charles shut the door on his way inside, his feet dragged across the wooden floor and stepped heavily into the living room. He casually removed his coat then hung it up the rack nearby. Every movement seemed to be weighed down by a sense of depression after his visit with Lilith, his mind conflicted and confused as usual by her condition. Each visit the symptoms seemed to wane and wax much like the phases of the moon, resulting in more conflict within himself.

He rubbed the back of his neck to sooth the risen hairs lingering there. Upon briefly hearing the thunk of the cabinet, he paused in the middle of his walk and pulled back to glimpse down the hallway toward both the bedrooms and bathroom. His eyes narrowed a moment before he began to shift his direction to there.

“Azulia, is that you? Everything alright?” He asked in a calm, but cautious tone. It seemed he was prepared for it to be someone else.

Azulia, not noticing the footsteps coming towards her position, continued to rub the salve into her skin, which had turned a bright red from her constant scratching. She jumped when she suddenly heard Charles’ voice come from outside the bathroom door.

“U um y yeah, it's me,” she said, her arms twitching. She let out an impressive growl of annoyance as she lightly scratched the hives once again. “Say Charles, how long does this anti itch stuff take to kick in?”

Charles overlooked the growl, assuming it was directed at the hives, and entered the restroom. He shook his head then reached for the anti-itch cream as he read the instructions. The professor frowned then answered, “According to the instructions, in about five minutes for twenty-four hours relief. I suggest some witch hazel or an oatmeal soak, the later likely best.”

He gently took the young girl’s arm and examined the botches before confirming his suspicions, “Yes, an oatmeal soak is more likely. I’ll go get the oats, while you try to avoid itching it.”

“Thanks, ugh can't believe that dog got fur on my skin, I was so careful” she muttered as she gripped the toilet trying not to itch the annoying bumps on her arms.

“From my understanding of physics and animal fur, it's not hard. They shed everywhere so avoiding it is like trying to avoid air: impossible. In fact, trying harder has likely made it worse,” Charles commented as he returned, overhearing the tail end of Azulia’s frustrated words, and then placed the oatmeal container on the sink’s counter.

He gestured for her attention as he pulled down the salve and unscrewed the lid to show her the contents. The slightly off white wax was soft and room temperature, ideal for spreading it across skin. He thought for a moment and decided to check his assumption, “Do you have any experience in how to prepare an oatmeal bath or do you need me to demonstrate for you?”

Tightening her lips, she looked at the oatmeal. She never had to do it since she was never exposed to animals back when her mom was alive, her mom was extremely cautious about it, so she never had to take an oatmeal bath.

“Well, mom was a cautious person, so she made sure I was never exposed after we found out about the allergy when I was a small child, so you would need to demonstrate it for me” she said with a sheepish shrug of her shoulders before scratching the hives again, muttering something that sounded like a cuss word.

Charles looked harder at Azulia, either appearing to try to understand something or determining if she was bending the truth. After a moment, he let his facial features relax as he stated what was on his mind, “I’m sorry to say, as parent myself, trying to shield your child from exposure to an allergy is easier said than done. Especially with something commonly found in everyday life. It might also explain your reaction being so terrible as well.”

The professor moved toward the bath, his hand gestured for Azulia to move before he sat down upon the toilet lid and started the warm water. He popped opened the plastic lid then showed her how finely it was chopped by shifting it through his fingers. Finally he waited until about an inch or so of water had filled up the bottom when he began to measure out and dump about four hand scoops into the water. As the last one fell in, he then stirred the oatmeal until the water was a pale and watered down milky color. His hand withdrew from the water, shaking the excess water off a bit, to turn off the faucet.

“I’ll leave you to soak in there for about twenty to thirty minutes. That should stop the inflammatory and itching. After patting, not rubbing, yourself dry put this on,” he passed her the salve as he made his way out, adding to his earlier words.

“It should prevent the itch from emerging again,” his hand closed the door behind him.

Azulia nodded and undressed. She got into the bath and laid there, lost in thought. She remember the day like it was yesterday. Her mom finally got a day off work to finally take her to the zoo like she always begged her for and the zoo happened to have a petting area. Azulia could remember petting one of the goats there and then a bunch of red bumps appearing on her skin. She could never forget the look of fear and panic on her mother’s face, not even a million years.

She was in the hospital for a day and a half getting treated for the allergic reaction. She sunk more into the water and oats, her mother’s panic face clear in her mind as she drove her to the emergency room.

“So much for getting a puppy that Christmas” she chuckled softly to herself. Thirty minutes went by quickly and soon she got out of the bath tub, wrapping herself with a towel nearby and patted herself dry. She looked at the slave Charles had gotten out and began to rub it into her skin.

When she finished, she got redressed and exited the bathroom. Looking around for Charles, she found him shortly.

“So am I still going with you to explore the college?” She asked.

“Yes, you are. Through I wasn’t expecting you to have a breakout when we did. Are you sure you feel up to it?” Charles asked as he lowered the newspaper he read during her soak, his attention pulled from it. Part of him had been rereading the article over the jail break in hopes a second review might reveal additional clues, but as expected there wasn’t any. That fact worried him on the inside.

It was pointless to worry about it now, his exterior revealed little about his tension or stress over the matter to Azulia. Currently he appeared to be a calm individual waiting for her reply.

Her eyebrow twitched as he said that. As if she was expecting it either and she gave him a look. She sat down and sighed, opening her mouth.

“Yeah I am up to it. This will be the very first time I actually get to spend time with my adopted father. It's still strange to be here. I always wake up thinking my mom would come through that bedroom door any second now with a smile on her lips” She said tracing the table with her finger.

“Did you ever think like that when someone you loved died?” She asked looking at him.

“All the time.”

Charles leaned forward and placed the paper upon the coffee table at his side, folding it neatly on instinct. His eyes took a moment to casually study his adoptive daughter, taking the time to consider his next words carefully and finally broke the silence building between them, “I have lived a very long life and experienced almost every emotion a man should and can. You would assume eventually someone like me would grow numb.”

He let the words sink in a moment before he continued before he could be interrupted, “I still feel it as if it was the first time. Even now, time to time I expect to walk up and hear a loved one’s voice calling to me to wake up. Some days, I find myself not wanting to even stir and rise from my bed. So I know very well about what you talk about.”

Azulia was silent after he finished speaking, her mind wrapping around his words intently. They made sense to her now, but if she had heard the words months before, she wouldn't have been able to. She looked at him.

“What were your thoughts and emotions when you found out I was coming and when you read the letter my mother wrote to you?” She said as she struggled to find words.

“I only saw a few emotions when you read it, but I couldn't decipher them.” She said, her finger stopping its movements completely, pointed at an angle towards Charles.

“Honestly? I was shocked and a bunch of other emotions all mixed up. See, I had an unsavory encounter with a Prae arriving at my home and questioning me before your arrival. An incident I prefer to avoid getting into,” Charles stated, his figure rose and gestured for Azulia to follow him toward the coat rack.

“With my lifespan being rather lengthy, my memories aren’t the same as everyone. I have compartmentalize them or the past and present become hard to tell apart. Your mother was a wonderful, but sadly timid individual. Something you both have in common,” Charles began to place on his coat, his arm passed a umbrella toward her which indicated he wanted to be prepared incase it rained.

He turned to size up Azulia, noting her facial features reflected her mother so well and brought the familiarity of depression to rise to the surface at knowing she would near again grace his or her daughter’s life ever again. At least she was in a better place, he thought bitterly.

“I’m sad you’ll never get to see her pride at the woman you will become, but current I see your presence as a gift. An unexpected and precious one. It’s the biggest reason I want you to enjoy being a child for however long you can because it’s an experience you’ll never get back and everyone should have once in their lifetimes.”

Azulia stood and followed Charles to the door. She listened to his words carefully. She could tell he cared a lot for her mom and it made her feel happy. She somewhat knew that her life here wasn't good, but never knew why. She grabbed her purse.

“I may not know what happened to mom here, but I'm glad she had someone here who cared for her like you did. She always used to say ‘My professor could have easily ignored it like everyone else, but he chose not to.’ She never truly gave your name for some reason, saying that when the time came, I would know.” Her eyes down casted a bit.

“Being a nurse, she knew how short lives could be and how unexpected it could be taken away. She always told me stories of how she held some people’s hands in comfort as they slowly passed away, even if they did make her cry.” She looked at him.

“I thank you for being a part of my mom’s life and even my own, Charles, or dad. Still don't know what to call you through,” she said blushing a little bit.

“Whatever makes you comfortable,” Charles said as he opened the door and guided her out with a hand upon her shoulder.

“If it helps I haven't been a father in a long time so I'm going to be bloody rusty at this, but keep in mind I have your best interests at heart. I intent to not fail your mom’s memory if I can help it.”

Azulia smiled brightly and wrapped her danity arms around his midsection in a somewhat tight hug, her eyes closed as she felt a surge of emotion rise in her throat. The emotion was strong, but not strong enough to allow tears to fall.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Time-1-2 A.M.
Location-Gas Station

Yeong’s fingers tapped against the desk board due to the silence between the siblings. Her mouth opened, as if to speak, only to close again. This wasn’t an easy subject to talk about but in a way they both needed some sort of conversation. Maybe now was the best time for this. ” We need to talk about what we’re doing Ji. Considering that we now have a puppy to deal with and we’re trusting a god damn stranger.” she remarked with an unintentionally attitude filled tone.

Ji side glanced her as she drove. Her eyes turned back to the road with a sigh escaping. ”Because she can help us find Ben. You should know how dangerous it is for a newborn to be out and about without someone to help him. Imagine if that was us when we first transformed with no help or guidance. He needs us and the only way we can find him is trusting this stranger.” She said.

It was silent for quite some time before Ji said something again. ”Yeong, this is why I discipline you as much as I do. You are reckless enough as it is and if I'm not around you seem to get worse. I'm not trying to be a bad guy in this, I just want to make sure you would be safe if it came too it that we would need to separate. What if that Fae comes back and finds out we escaped. We could or one of us could be killed Yeong” Her voice was so soft and low, but Yeong could hear it just fine.

“I know I’m just tired of it all. The memories, the nightmares, and at times even life itself. I’m afraid we’re going to lose this one Ji. Like the other puppies we were supposed to protect that day. I want her dead but I can also kinda understand why they were killed.” The werewolf said while holding back a sour taste in her mouth.

“We should have never went camping alone. Yes, we knew that area well but in the end we still lost another family.”

Ji nodded, her eyes showing her grief over their clan’s death, proving that she never truly got over their death. Even now she could still remember the howls the newborns made as they passed away. Ji gripped the steering wheel as the car began to sway towards the white line.

Yeong whimpered as she grabbed onto the wheel. [color=mincream]“Hey now! Focus driver!’[/color]

Ji snapped her attention to the road and she moved the car back center. ”Sorry Yeong” she said, truly sorry. She was tired, it was easy to tell since she just got off a plane not even a couple hours earlier and now she was driving.

“So much for Ji being the cool headed one. Now you understand why I don't want another pack. Despite the pull to it.” The woman remarked while not removing her own hand. “Look I want to get the bitch too. I do but…”

Ji nodded. ”Got in these moments I wish we had our parents,but we know better than to show our faces, they would have a heart attack to see their twin daughters who were supposedly dead but grown up as well”

The youngest frowned. “We can’t go back. We can't ever see them again Ji. So start getting that thought out of your head. And even if we could there’s nothing to say.” She coldly remarked while finally releasing the wheel. “To be frank I really don't consider them them family anymore. I don’t consider myself human most days either.”

Ji nodded as she drove. It was silent for a few hours before Ji spoke again. ”We need to get gas, can you pump while I pay?

“Mhmm.” She commented in a half there and half not tone. “Eric said we should call them.”

Hearing her mention Eric made her glower. ”Speaking of him...I feel like him and Stacy are up to something. I get that they're dating and are basically work out buddies, but every time I see her, i can see it in her eyes, she is hiding something from me’

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

Ji looked at her sister. ”I swear if he is up to something involving our past, I am going up into that gym and shove my foot so far up as his ass, his ancestors are going to feel it.” Yeong had a feeling that was a promise.

“Then you should start kicking because he’s dead set on calling them.” The woman stated calmly.

Ji growled. ”I'm breaking his fucking phone and take the shattered remains and bury it so damn deep in the earth, he won't be able to get it back to replace it”

“Your ex lover is too stubborn. He would just get his girlfriend to call them. Besides I find the relationship between you two rather awkward. Way too awkward.”

”Really, i didn't notice” came Ji’s very sarcastic reply

“...I fucking work with the asshole. All I heard after the break up was crying. With Why did she leave me? Was I not good enough? Bakka.” The girl commented showing off her anime skills.

”Tā hěn bèn.” (google translate-He is stupid) she said in chinese which she hadn’t done in a long time. The last time she did was when she was teaching some of the newborn pups who were interested in learning another language.

“Yep but so is your best friend for becoming his significant...oops. I mean… H how are y you?”

She rolled her eyes and went towards the gas station pondering how much she hates her sister sometimes.

Yeong gladly worked out of the car, slightly kicking the bottom, before acting innocent once again. IN a way she was feeling trapped but in another way she understood the reason. “Why couldn’t I bring the bike again?” She asked while removing the gas cap and filled it up.

Ji waited for the the pump to be done before she pad. She even fund their favorite drinks and bought knowing that it was cheer her sister up sometime. She walked over and tossed it at her. [color=lavender]”Think fast”

The woman quickly grabbed the bottle before it could really go anywhere. “You know I’m faster than that right?”

She shrugged with a smirk as she got back into the driver’s seat prepared to drive, despite her tiredness

Yeong shook her head and walked over to the driver side. “Out now and into the back. Or I can carry you on my back and we can travel my favorite way.”

Ji gave her a look before shrugging. She got out of the car and into the back seat, making the best of it to get some rest before whatever happened with Ben happened. She had a feeling she needed it.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

The Morning After

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☀Azulia Ellison☀
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Time

Day 3 ~ Morning (3-6 am) Evening

Location

Charles House

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Bacon sizzled on the skillet as she flipped them. Azulia, so used to getting up so early for school, was not affected when she woke up this morning around 5:45, according to what her alarm clock said. Back when her mother was still alive, she was always up early to make sure her mother ate properly after every late shift or before her morning shifts.

Azulia frowned and watched the bacon. It was slowly coming to her that she was no longer do that for her mom, that she didn't have to continue to do it, but this was her new home and she had to make sure the two men she lived with age their fill for breakfast before doing anything else.

The splash of bacon grease got onto her bare flesh making her hiss a little, and she began to remove the bacon, spreading it to two different plates neatly, one for Killian and one for Charles.

Killian strolled inside the room, an eyebrow raised high, before sitting down with the newspaper. He slowly flipped through the pages and then suddenly slammed down his hand down on the table loudly. The guy walked towards the front room and returned with a phone. He dialed some number rather quickly while walking up to the young woman.

“What did I just read in the paper Zoey?” the young man asked taking a look at the burn then mouthed for her to put her arm under cold water.

She looked at him with a raised brow before shrugging her shoulder. She continued to cook breakfast, silently as usual in the morning whenever she cooked. The bacon popped and sizzled and the aroma was filling the room quickly.

The man listened to the other woman on the line, rolling his eyes at the young teenager, and want to the sink. He grabbed a few paper towels during which he gave a scoff before clearing his voice. “Zoey let me hang up for now alright. We can make plans to meet somewhere together and go from there. Yeah I’m multitasking...hmm.” The man remarked while nodding.

He placed the towels underneath cold water. “No way you could have known Zoey. He’s good at making deals right under one’s nose. I’ll call back soon.” With that the african american hung up the phone.

“Such a mess today. Az I told you to put cold water on the burn. Not continue cooking and ignore me.” The guy commented as he placed the towels around it. “How’s ice cream sound today?”

[color=A569BD]“You sound like you are going to be busy,”[/colo] Azulia said. She seemed like she wasn't really paying attention. She looked at him as she finished plating the bacon on Killian and Charles’s plates.

“I was thinking of going to town and check it out, you know since I live here now. I better like get to know my surroundings, especially around the school that I will be going to,” she took a glass and filled it with water.

“A little bit but I also want to spoil my sister. Zoey wants to meet you too.” The young man nicked a piece of bacon off his plate with a mischievous smirk. He popped it into his mouth, nearly burning the top, before swallowing roughly.

“Hot. I think you would like Zoey much better since she’s like an older sibling. Even Charles has heard of her.”

Azulia looked at him. “Give me the time and place and I can meet her,” She said. “What have you said about me, huh, Killian?” she gave a small teasing grin as she nudged him playfully.

“Hmm...That if anything would happen to you I would kill myself. Honestly you said you wanted to know my past Az. This is the best way to.”

Azulia smiled and hugged him. “Thank you so much....for trusting me to know about your past. I never had someone trust me like that before,” She said with a smile on her lips.

“I’ll warn you Az. You won’t like what you find out. I’ve hurt people before I met Charles. Harmed them mentally and physically. In the end you’ll come to hate me for being a monster.” The man commented quietly. “ We should hurry.”

Azulia touched his cheek smiling. “You are willing to change your life around a bit meaning you aren't the monster you say you are. You hurt people yes, but was it because you wanted to or was it because you had to to survive?”

The man gripped her hands by the wrists, as if searching for an answer to some invisible question in her eyes. “Surviving and doing it out of sheer pleasure is different. Yes, in the beginning it was to live but in the end I could have stopped. Ran away from that life a lot sooner. I enjoyed inflicting pain Az. I still do.” The African American remarked tightening his grip on her. If this kept up there would be bruising on the young woman’s wrist.

“I’m good at fooling people. Hiding the real me from others and wearing a mask. One day I will return to them and one day I’ll get you killed. Just like I did with her.”

Azulia didn't wince as he gripped her wrist. She didn't really feel pain as much, it was like she was numb to the core ever since her mom died. “If you were such a monster like you said you are, I wouldn't be awake, talking to you like this, or having my wrist gripped like this,” she said

“Hurry up and eat alright? We’re taking a few of the golems.”

As if on cue, one of the golem hounds lifted his head and stared into Killian’s direction. It seemed Charles had been too exhausted to bother dissipating them since he had came home. They were looking rather light in weight since their Vis reserves were quickly reaching their last hour of ‘life’. Satisfied the targets- orders to protect Azulia and Killian were still active- were within the house, the single golem’s head lowered back down upon its paws.

Azulia gave him a quick hug. “I'm not hungry, you eat ok. I made it just for you” She smiled a little and walked away going back to her room. Sitting down on her bed, she grabbed the picture frame on her nightstand. The picture was of her and her mother on her 15th birthday.

She felt tears coming to her eyes, but made no attempt to wipe them nor did they make attempt to leave her blue eyes. Normal people would be balling their eyes out all day or feeling depressed over a death of a loved one, but she, she just felt numb to the core over it.

“Am I a monster for not grieving yet?” Sighing, she placed the picture back down and went to get changed for the day. Dressed in purple galaxy leggings and a black tank top, she brushed her soft, blonde hair until it was tangle free and the waves naturally fell over her shoulders.

Ignoring the bruising forming on her wrist from the gripping, she grabbed her black purples purse/mini backpack before leaving the room, again.

Charles laid in bed, his right arm slumped over the edge of the mattress and his left leg crossed over the full length to the other side. Right now the full soreness from the strenuous activity last night caught up with him. Upon his arm were four clear, discolored bruises where the guard had gripped him and also the slight swelling on the back of the head where he was hit by the baton. Though the helmet had protected him from the majority of the force, the impact still pushed the construct into his head and left a mark. It was that goose egg on his skull that made him stir earlier than intended.

The ache throbbed and pulsed. Drawing a disgruntled groan over his pain, Charles gingerly raised a hand to touch the tender spot. He withdrew it with a hiss. His eyes fluttered open in a sour mood over his current condition. With a frustrated grumbled, Charles began to push himself to sit upright in bed. His feet hung off the bed and bottoms touched upon the floor as he collected himself.

After a moment, he began to pull to his feet and wobbled briefly. Dragging his soles, he began to edge toward the kitchen where the scents of eggs, bacon and coffee greeted him. The aromas were drawing him closer while eliminating the hazy of sleep from his attention, waking him up gradually as he plopped down at the nearest table chair. His head leaned backwards for a moment then pulled forward and arm reached for the coffee pitcher and then his mug. He tilted it causing the brown liquid to fill the bottom before it stopped an inch from the top. The heat wafted off for several moments in order to cool as he downed a timid swallow into his mouth.

Appearing back into the room, she looked at Charles with a brief look before sitting down on another chair near by. “I hope you like it. I made it all on my own” She said with a small smile. She saw the coffee and winced a little. Her mother always went after the coffee as soon as she woke up.

“I didn't make the coffee though, I completely forgot about it” she said rubbing the back of her head, a small blush of shame brightening her natural palle cheeks.

“It took me awhile to get the hang of it too Az. One day this house will become to just your’s and Charles’ home. Granted that if more people show he’s going to need a bigger house.” The young man commented as he turned a page.

“Only when you can stand on your own two feet without being shot up,” Charles irritably at Killian’s statement of moving out. While the professor wouldn’t mind having his own home back again, he didn’t like carrying the knowledge that he had sent the man to his death or worse. It was a fact that would bother him despite how people he had lost. Pushing the morbid thoughts aside, he raised a hand then gestured for Killian to pass the paper and his food toward him.

“I’m taking Az out of ice cream today. Maybe have her help us shop or something. Granted I would like to take some of the hounds due to...something coming up. Don’t worry she’ll get to still be a kid. Zoey will be meeting us at an ice cream shop. You have my word.” He stated pushing the paper and plate to him.

Charles took another sip, letting the caffeine wash over his mind as his awareness of Azulia grew, before he addressed her, “It’s alright. Do you want to go with Killian or is there something else you rather be doing today? I’m completely free until four. I’m going to the College to check on your application and see if your records are closer to coming in so if you would like, we can tour the place together?”

He reached for a piece of bacon then bit into it gratefully, chewing it to savor the taste. After finishing the piece, he then commented on it, “First time I’ve actually eaten and liked extra crispy bacon. Very delicious, Azulia.”

“I can’t help it if you can’t cook. Besides that was one time and back then I always ate instant noodles.” The human commented in a teasing manner as he slid the professor's plate to him. “She hasn’t eaten yet though I’ll admit this portion size is a bit large for me.” He remarked before going to the cabinet.

“I can cook edible food and something better than precooked and reheated noodles,” Charles protested.

Attention turned to the paper causing the immortal to frown deeply at the article. He noted that Zeki Glaedwine had been apprehended and held for questioning over a massive jailbreak last night, no further details produced at the time to indicate the Geist’s fate. Charles suspected any future information would never happen since the Prae controlled the city and its news. His eyes tightened upon the numbers of the escaped prisoners then his heart sank.

His breath sharply took a breathe upon scanning the list of named convicts and innocences, noting the information he had studied and obtained from Mr. Glaedwine for the mission. His knuckles whitened upon the mug’s handle until it was on the verge of breaking it. Noticing this, Charles paused and removed his hand before setting it upon the table.

Azulia sat there. She wasn't as social as she usually was, though there was one time where she was extremely quiet and lost in her own mind and that moment was when she finally got to see the letter she had been aching to see since the funeral.

Azulia played on her phone, looking through music that she had, her eyes showing some emotion whenever she looked at a song title that her mother loved.

The young man glanced between the two with a raised eyebrow as he nabbed another plate. Each were doing their own thing granted that Charles didn’t seem happy at all at the fact Zeki had been caught. In a way it was kinda nice having a sense of family around him but this would only last so long. The African American walked towards the table, adding some eggs and bacon on to the plate, and slide it towards the girl.

“You need to eat to or else no going to the movies and such. And I want you to stay away from the other unstable students in your class Az.”

“I agree with Killian,” Charles spoke noting her lack of paying attention to his question. His right eyebrow arched in question for a moment as he digested his own thoughts, coming to terms what was best in this situation and how to handle it. It had been too long since he had raised his own children or even interacted with his grandchildren (even great-grandchildren) causing a spike of longing to surge within him. It faded with the realization of responsibly at having to raise Azulia now.

He set his mug, plate and paper aside before he gently placed his hand upon the phone’s screen within Azulia’s grasp. When she raised her head to ask him about his actions, he interrupted her, “Recall what I said about grief? Just let it go through its own pace. It will come in time and it will come hard. I’m a very old man, far older than I look, and I have been through exactly what you have several times in my life.”

His fingers gripped her phone then guided her hands to place it at the plate’s side while he continued, “It’s painful not feeling how you believe you should feel, but everyone reacts differently. To expect yourself to follow the expected cookie cutter mold that everyone assumes is correct, is an illusion and a harmful one. When you feel it, it will most like hit and very hard. Then all the emotions you felt you should’ve had will likely rush in and consume you, bring you down to your knees and leave you wishing it would just leave you.”

Azulia’s eyelids lowered and something flashed in her blue eyes as she listened to his words. “My mom was the only person I ever trusted but she was taken away from me. First my father” there was a hint of anger and something borderline of hate as she said the word “father”. It was something that was slowly showing within her each day after the death of her mother.

“Now my mom. My best friend, yet I cannot grief. I feel nothing for it Charles! I feel like a monster just for that! She was there for me, she raised me Regardless how hard it was to be a single mom” she stood and gripped the counter.

“I know what a true monster is, Azulia. You’re far from one as I can assure you, that is something you can trust me on. And I’ve lived long enough to be able to tell what one is,” Charles said as he let his thumb rub her hand, trying to ease her pain.

Azulia gripped his hand as some emotions were starting to hit her hard. It was not the grief she was hoping that would hit. It was mostly the realization that she was not alone. Even with her mom gone, her mother’s letter blessed her with a father figure, something she never had before in her life before. She looked at him, tears in her eyes.

She quickly pushed her chair back hard enough to make it fall back wards onto the floor as she just hugged Charles, her slim shoulders shaking from the intense emotions rushing through her veins.

Charles barely had enough time to quickly shift his posture and prevent Azulia from smacking into the chair when she embraced him. For a moment he hesitated, but not because he wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted to ensure she wouldn’t pull away from him. As she continued to hug him, his arms carefully wrapped about her and held her tightly. It was at this point he could easily see her mother in her causing a swell of pride in his chest over being blessed by Azulia.

“I’ll always be right here when you need me. I will pick you up, carry you and help you to stand on your own once more when you can’t. Remember this. Now, eat and stop worrying about the illusion of what you should feel.”

Azulia looked at him and nodded. She gave him one more tight embrace before pulling away. She finally had a smile on her lips. She sat down and began to eat. That was the first time she ever hugged a guy, but unlike women from movies who felt like they were in love whenever they were embraced, what she was feeling was something similar to when she hugged her mother. To her, Charles was her dad.

“Charles, you make an amazing father, I hope that one day you will be comfortable with me calling you dad and I hope you will be there for when my emotions finally decide to show themselves” Azulia said, just as sincere as her mother was when she thanked him for saving her.

“My own children would disagree with that sentiment,” Charles’ expression was amused for a moment, “So, about my question earlier: do you want to go with Killian and would you like to tour the college with me this afternoon at four?”

“Yes! I re....I mean, I would love too go on a tour with you” She blushed, embarrassed at her obvious excitement to see her new school. She scratched her cheek lightly.

‘And you still want to go with Killian? If not, I could find something to do with you here or we could do something you want,” Charles asked, checking to see if Azulia wasn’t just being polite and going with Killian because of him asking.

Azulia nodded. “Yes. I want to get to know Killian as much as he will allow me. He is trusting me with his past”

“Don’t let him getting away with anything and let me get you my number,” Charles rose from his seat then reached into the cabinets, his mind returned to Killian’s lack of eating, “Also, Killian… I expect those left overs to be gone by the end of the day and not in the trash or other means.”

“Charles not right now please. You know I don’t eat if I’m worried and right now I’m worried.” He said honestly. He used his hand to push the plate away.

“And avoiding eating is going to help how?” The stubborn immortal pointed out, “It doesn’t have to be right now, but at least at the end of the day try to eat please. I know you, you’ll starve yourself when you’re worrying and that helps no one when they need you.”

“Actually my phone doesn't have cell service anymore. It got shut off when my mom died” Azulia muttered. “I mainly use my phone to listen to music.” She said wincing knowing that she hadn't told Charles about that.

“That won’t do,” Charles paused then frowned, his hand held the pad and pen to write his number on. His figure turned then thought a moment before he began to walk back to his bedroom then return shortly with a small roll of a cash, savings from a canister hidden within the house somewhere, then passed it to Killian, “Can you stop by somewhere, after your errand, and get her new phone, with a sim card. I doubt the phone she has can be switched to a new service and just put about thirty pounds on it. It should last her the rest of the month.”

He held the money out for the man to take before he turned his attention to the golems, “I need to create new ones as these are nearly expired and will take a moment.”

The guy sighed as he placed the leftovers in a container. He placed them in the back of the fridge. When the roll of cash was placed inside his hand the guy raised an eyebrow. “Charles please don’t worry about her. I’ll take care of it and if worse comes to worse I’ll have to color in my tatoo later one. For now just let me enjoy spoiling my little sister.” He said giving the cash back.

“Don’t worry, you’re paying for the gas and the ice cream,” Charles pointed out then walked away without even taking it back, “However she’s my daughter now and I will pay for the phone, sim card and minutes.”

“Whatever you say old man. Whatever you say.” He remarked in a frustrated tone before looking towards Azuila with a smile. “Where to first? To Zoey or go to the movies. Oh, and if you see her swing at me don’t panic Az. It’s her way of saying she loves me.” Mainly from the scratched words the had placed on his car time and time again. Once again the professor won so the man took the money back.

Charles snorted in disagreement at Killian’s statement, “Just make sure you get ice on it this time.”

@Fallenreaper @Demonic Angel

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Location-Ji and Yeong’s home, NYC
Time-Night
@fdeviant @Fallenreaper@Demonic Angel

Sighing, she put her earbuds in and played some music, hoping to relax her mind. She couldn't leave for more than a day before her sister does something wrong. This time, she lost a newborn werewolf in a damn city. Give an unnatural growl, her taxi driver looked at her weirdly, which she ignored as she got lost in the flaming, lyricless music, she had on her phone.

She had gone back to her hometown to do a monthly check up on their parents, making sure they were alright and that they had no indication that she and her twin were alive and well. Lately, her favorite customer, Stacey, and her new boyfriend and her sister’s ex, Eric, have been scheming things lately and she couldn't shake the feeling that it involved her and Yeong.

As much as she wanted to be in her father’s arms again and feel her mother’s kisses in her forehead, she knew she couldn't go back to that life that was forced to let go that faithful night at Yellowstone National Park and that meant she had to let her parents and youngest siblings go.

She jolted from her dark thoughts of her parents and the last when the taxi stopped. Thanking the driver and laying the fee and a tip, she got out and got her bags from the trunk and went up into the complex before her.

Seeing the lights turned off completely as she opened the door told her she had beat her sister home, this gave her time to clean up a bit and then prepare to find Ben once again.

”I almost forgot how troublesome newborns could be. It's would be funny, if it wasn't for circumstances like this” mentally chuckling, she took a quick shower and dressed herself in a black and green tie dyed tank top and black shorts that ended just below the thighs.

She just finished butts her hair up when her sister walked in, but she wasn't alone, oh no. Standing with was the blindfolded witch from the Museum.

”Yeong, why did you bring her here. She is a risk to us” she said turning her glare to her sister.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Colette Filiatraut,Nox Mission

Location-Nox

Colette gulped and paled as rumbling surrounded them once again. Looking down the hall, she gasped when she saw the familiar shape of a nitemare heading right towards them. Colette looked as Helena shouted her name. She rushed towards the wall in hopes she was out of its charging path.

”We need to get out of here Annabeth, Helena!” Pulling out her rapier, she jumped up in time to dodge the nitemare and arched her weapon towards the beast’s back before swinging her body back to land on her feet behind the ugly nitemare. Normally black was her favorite color, but in the shape like this, it just made the color very ugly to her.

’At this rate, none of us will survive this nightmare place’ Colette felt the stinging sensation of tears building in her eyes, but instantly blinked them away. Now was not the time for crying, she needed to keep her mind focus on the fight for freedom. She had no intention or desire of dying. Gripping tightly to the handle, she rushed at the beast swinging both her arms sideway, her eyes full of intense frustration that did well to hide the fear gripping her non-beating heart.

Summer Flores, Yarsomere

Location- Unknown, Underground Caves

Summer took the time to sit down and rest up, feeling all the adrenaline from the events finally wearing off, leaving her body sore and tired. She winced as she felt several bones pop and crack. She looked down at her body and saw she had some sand from traveling in the desert littering the inside of her dress.

”I wonder if there is a way to get cleaned up here” She wondered out loud, standing back up despite her body’s protest. She brushed her red hair over her shoulder and began to walk away from the crowd, spring green eyes looking around.

Now that she had a chance to look around, she had to admit, this place was quite a beautiful place. Her hand brushed against the rough texture that she believed to be sandstone, but with almost no knowledge outside the forest and plants. Making a mental note to study more about this stuff, she continued her way, determined to find some place to clean up.

She stopped when she was just out of view of people and sighed. She could easily ask someone, but they all seemed busy and she knew Mar was trying to gain information, so she couldn't go up and bug her about it. She felt lost, out of in a place like this, her element didn't belong in a scolding hot terrain like the desert aside from a few cactuses and yuka plants.

Turning back, she went back towards the people and saw a bathing facility across from her. Wondering how she missed that, she went towards it and hid behind one of the walls, undress until she was just in her undergarments. Not really concerned about getting them wet, she going into the water and sighed. Like a plant, she felt more energetic than before and it was like the soreness vanished.

”Hmm this feels good” eyes closed, she allowed her mind to naturally escape from reality, a habit she learned back when she was trapped for all those years, only to have her eyes snap back open, the haunting image of her parents filling her head. She felt tears build in her eyes. She had no way of knowing if they were alive at all. For the first time, she cursed her powers, if she didn't have to have them sealed, she could have done something to help, but if it wasn't for that...she might not have been found and brought to the college.

In the short time she had been in the college, it had become a home to her. She had people to talk to, fresh, hot meals to eat every day and night and she was learning to control her powers one slow leaf at a time. She wiped her eyes with her dripping wet hand and began to let wash up.

Once she deemed herself cleaned enough, she got out and wrung out her hair and undergarments before getting dressed. She came back into view of people and sat down, choosing to relax before they would leave again.

Lost in Soul and Mind

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