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|| { Refracted: DH } ||

Sebastian bit the corner of his mouth. He didn't want to seem eager to talk about himself, but he thought he might as well. Both Daya and Ethan seemed reluctant, so if Sebastian went first, perhaps that would encourage them to open up as well.

"Well, my name is Sebastian. I don't have a middle or last name, since I'm an orphan, 'n I was never adopted. I lived in Sector 12, like most other hybrids, until I made enough money to move into Sector 3. I used't' want to be a doctor, but now that I'm here, I'm glad that I chose to be a Demon Hunter."

He thought that was sufficient enough, and looked to the other two to see whether they were willing to share.

|| { Refracted: DH } ||

Tail swishing, Sebastian deftly picked up Ethan and put him in a chair, much to Ethan's surprise and discomfort. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, sitting down himself. "How should we start?"

|| { Refracted: DH } ||

Ethan got up and grabbed a cup, but didn't know what to do with it afterwards. "The basin isn't for drinking," he realized, and just stood there, holding his cup.

"We should rest," Sebastian said. "We have enough money for a few weeks, so we don't need to do anything for a while. I'd still like to, though."

|| { Refracted: DH } ||

He set a hand shakily on the table. "Yeah, I- I'm just- had a nightmare," he replied, hoping she would believe him.

|| { Refracted: DH } ||

"Oh. Um. Okay. W- What are we... doing right now?"

Sebastian flicked his tail. He glanced at Daya, as if unsure whether to be concerned.

|| { Refracted: DH } ||

Ethan forced himself to let go of the table. He felt weightless without it, floating in an endless void. He swallowed and tried to breathe. He. Was. Fine.

"Th- thank you." He needed to say it twice; his voice wouldn't come out at first. Ethan didn't look at the plate of food or at either of his teammates. "Did- um, what happened? Did we com- complete the mission?"

Through the Portal

I'm feeling a little bad for Esailia. She's made herself rather popular, hasn't she?...

|| { Refracted: DH } ||

Ethan coughed and cleared his throat, still clutching the table tightly. "What?" What was she talking about? The last time he was awake felt years ago. He couldn't have slept that long, could he? Sweat formed on his forehead. She said he was out a long time. How long?

|| { Refracted: DH } ||

*AWKWARD TRANSITION*

Ethan opened his eyes and immediately reached out for something solid. He flailed for a moment, only feeling the air. Then he heard a sound, pain, the table - his arm had hit the table. He violently grabbed hold of it as his chair rocked under his erratic movements. Deep breath. He was alive. At least, for the moment.

Ethan cursed himself. He hated sleeping. It was always a terrifying ordeal. But it had been an accident this time. An accident. He needed to gain better control of himself, because accidents have the same consequences as not. Deep breath again. He was still alive.

|| { Refracted: DH } ||

Sebastian snorted. "If that works for you. Just try t' keep the place clean, then." He groomed his ears, making sure they were sleek and spotless. "Man, I like going out into the wilds, but whenever I come back I feel so dirty. That ever happen to you?" When he was outdoors, though, he could be caked in mud and not notice. Why was that?