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[A; Bookstore]

It is an enjoyable morning where you're trying to enjoy your silence with books and maybe a sub-par latte. Instead, you have to deal with some jerk two tables away blasting some techno neo-classical dubstep monstrosity, made worse by that tinny static that overtakes anything heard second-hand through cheap headphones.

After the token glare at the jerk's direction, there is a hand dismissively waved at you. They don't even bother looking up from their book. "I know I know, final warning afore you throw me out, I'm almost done. Shoo now."

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[B; Redbright]

Books are useless. Next idea on the list, go try the stupid famous school to help weirdos get a better handle of their powers. Fast forward an hour and an obscenely short interview, only to walk out with a rejection slip because humans are unwelcome here, chains forged of paranoia by entwin it's a normal school and he's normal. Well.

Ain't that hilarious.

Legal ways are out then. Time for being sketchy. Enjoy having your space invaded in any fashion of your choice at any time you let your guard down: sliding up against your shoulder, leaning over the back of your park bench, suddenly sitting next to you in the lunch room and eating your fries. Usual totally normal college exchange student stuff, not suspicious at all, obvs.

"Heeeeeey, so what are you? And how much do you pay a year, that's more important."

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[C; Hobos kind of smell like shame - Closed to Kate]

The message is left at just before six, rambling and tripping over itself like what usually happens in those subtle fits of panic. Most of it is just obtuse nonsense - again, not new - but parts stand out. Left the wallet somewhere. Or it got stolen? Shrugs??? Also he's detained, no big. The spare house key is under the left bleeding heart this weekend. There's also a cat stuck on the fridge.

Maybe somewhere in there is a 'please don't leave me here' but really. Totally obtuse nonsense. She's just hearing things from the stupidity overdose.

When she actually turns up, the idiot in question is still in a holding cell, sitting cross-legged on a bench and staring vacantly into space. There is also a drunken scruffy dude sleeping on his shoulder. These two things are obviously not related. "Your sunglasses look stupid."

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She got up far too early to deal with this bullshit today.

It took a while for her to actually reach the police station, given six pm still felt far too early and she wanted to be completely sure that the sun was set before she set out - Kate might be appreciative that the little shit exists, but he still doesn't warrant an accidental sun-dusting, thank you - but regardless it's quick work to pay bail and re-obtain various personal belongings.

And she didn't even need to burn more of her remaining funds. Mortals and their various needs, sheesh. Such a hassle.

"Honestly, kitten, you seem quite fond of getting into trouble." One hand on her hip, the other tapping out her reply on her phone. Everything looks perfectly normal. Please ignore the dumbfounded expression on the nearest guard's face. Nothing to see here, move along. "Especially with that attitude. One might start to wonder who you upset this time."

Edited 2015-08-31 10:18 (UTC)

"Kitten? Why the hell-" and then he looks over.

The expression is entirely of disgust.

"I knew they were stupid but not that stupid." Though the instant the gate is opened, sass be damned, he's already dislodged from the creepy homeless dude babbling about some italian girlfriend of his. And, not too much unlike a kitten, is already right up against Kate's arm like the most innocent personal invasion master.

The flask is immediately taken from her pile of spoils. "Besides, we allll know you're just mad you didn't get to upset the locals with me. Thanks for paying! Want dinner as payback?"

She's tempted to snap back about her shades, but it's not worth the effort. He's a douche, her fashion sense isn't that bad, rude, go sit in the time out corner- oh, wait.

"Cheating is rude," says the vampire who decidedly scammed her way out of paying for bail. She's spent ages cultivating this level of casual hypocrisy, okay.

Aleks claiming a portion of her personal space is immediately taken into stride and used to deflect stares from the cops she didn't lure into a bite, treated as commonplace even if she really wants to snarl about it. He just wants his stuff back like a selfish brat, and it's easier to roll with it right now. But he better get off her arm when they get outside or so help her--

"I might need to take you up on that." Pride be damned. She can already feel the blood she snatched turning sour, eugh, what do they feed people around here. "These upstanding gentlemen aren't exactly my cup of tea, unfortunately."

Been there, done that, got bored. Besides she's being a jerk and says the vampire who decidedly scammed her way out of paying false claims and that one kind of came at a relevant time how magnanimous and oh he is totally picking on that one.

"Says the vampire who decidedly scammed her way out of paying for it." The few stares not deflected roll their eyes at that and go back to work. Siblings, or dysfunctional hatemance. Whatever, it's boring. Nothing to see here.

The admittance of weakness earns blessed silence in his head, and an extremely mocking noise of 'yes dear okay dear shut up dear' that every person in the world has heard at least thrice. "Keep it under nine percent, love, and I'll keep all the poor people away." And she's shooed out the front doors. The instant they're out of eyeshot is when the personal space is immediately upped from Absolute Zero to A Conspicuous Meter.

"Don't kill me."

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Aleks made a slight miscalculation when he decided to act on his oh-so-helpful foresight. Namely that for a fraction of a second, Kate hesitates; her eyes narrow, she misses a step, there's a distinct tinge of malice in the air that quickly gets reigned back in. Whoops.

It only gets worse when they get outside. The pleasant facade drops in favour of snapping around to stare at him, expressionless and cold and- "What did you do."

She'd fret about being too harsh, but... well. Kate's not exactly friendly on the best of days. All the same, she sighs and continues stamping down on the reflex impulse to lash out, it'd be a waste of resources if she lost her temper. For one, Liam wouldn't exactly be fun to deal with afterwards.

"I wouldn't kill you, kitten, honestly. You know that." That's. Slightly better? "But perhaps you'd be better served not immediately seizing my arm next time. For your own safety."

The boy whose french fries were stolen from didn't give an answer at all. He's content in giving a response in the way he thinned his lips in irritation as he moves his fries away from reach. His answer is very clear: No.

"It depends what you mean by that since that has a lot of meanings in this school!" At least the girl sitting next to him seems much more willing to talk, a pleasant expression on her face and having an overall wholesome demeanour thanks to her bright blue eyes, friendly smile, and the sheer pep in her voice. Maybe the latter is actually volume if the way the boy is pressing his ear is any indication.

"We should start off with Occam's Answer I suppose-- I'm Bianca. This is my friend, Nikolai," she points to Nikolai to emphasis her point. "Admission and the rates vary depending what you want to do here exactly. Take night courses? Take a full education here? I'm the latter but I am taking some special courses for when I join officially-officially Daybreak."

"She's just 'officially' part of it thanks to the fact she's seems to be almost involved in everything," Clara observes as she floats over to where the three of them were sitting, smiling at them in greeting. Whether or not Clara is being serious is hard to tell. Her voice mostly holds a tone of amusement due to noticing the way Nikolai is now keeping both his fries and his violin case out of reach. "One should also consider the additional costs of staying in the student quarters if they want to stay here. I like to think the added charges are reasonable but maybe it's just me."

It's a robotic voice, the emphasis added by hand, it holds no ground, but it was typed with her hand and with that expression and Kate can watch the exact moment he freezes like a spooked cat. Unable to do anything but stare at her blankly, completely mute until she reorients into the next demand.

There's an attempt there to be merciful. More of a kindness than you usually get, don't piss it away, answer her-

"I know," a bit shellshocked and entirely honest. Of course she wouldn't kill him, why get rid of something you still have a use for? Especially when the human mind has long since been a professional at coming up with inflictions worse than sleep. "I'm sorry, that's- I didn't mean anything by it I-"

This is stupid he's stupid he's been so much better about fronting control and his brain's just stuck on please don't be angry an

A mannequin puts a plaster mask on, slammed back on with invisible hands, and not a cell is out of place.

"It won't happen again."

Nikolai gets looked dead in the eyes with the universal grin of Challenge Accepted. This grin is toned back to just bright smiles and sparkles as he leans around The Grump to talk to Biance. Poor boy is now stuck between two balls of sunshine. Rest in pieces.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm rather bad with English manners. I'm Aleks, nice to meet you two!" An extra bright grin is fired with letal intent at Nikolai. "I meant what year, though. New student and the like. I'm just worried for the bill they give. I already have a secondary diploma, but my school lacked the 'special courses'. Keep it in the family and all that. They lacked help for my control issues, though."

The entire time there's been the sly cat stretch, completely unashamed at the continued attempt to steal the poor trapped sparrow's fries, then there's a snarky comment about the 'official' status. Except neither of them spoke. The freeze is supernaturally still.

It was a voice and there's nothing there, but there's a depression in the world. Too much mass in too small a space and his eyes are locked dead with Clara's as the empty space moves by. "...Yeah, definitely control." Pop quiz, control practice. The mask keeps chatting casually while the rest is focused on trying to See the fourth member. Kind of burns.

But all that matters is Nikolai's fries remain unharmed. This is the important part.

"Special courses are always more expensive. But Daybreak sounds interesting! Are you also sorted by your talents? Healers, research, all that?"

Another sigh, softer this time. Kate's far too perceptive to miss the moment his heart freezes, and good grief did he ever take that the wrong way. One supposes that it's hard to get tone from the toneless, but she really had been trying to be nice that time.

Maybe that's why she stopped bothering altogether. It's easy to forget sometimes.

"Well, it's rather irrelevant now." The moment's over, boundaries are long since re-established, there's no need to rip into him further. Even if there's still something burning a hole in her chest over the whole thing. Eugh. "The past is the past, I suppose. Though I'm still curious what you did to earn such a charming seat in the drunk tank for the night. Especially with such a delightful roommate."

She means the old dude. The very loud old dude.

It's the particular stiffness that sticks to someone going out of their way to be proper and contained. A marble statue in the shape of a person. At least the stuttering heartbeat starts to ease back down, even if a step or two out of sync.

"Don't hold it against him. He thought I was a woman." That adds about ten scales more disturbing to the delightful roommate situation in question. The woman is oblivious, "And I believe the attempted charges were disturbing the peace and trespassing on private property, but as there were no witnesses willing to speak against me, it was a detainment and not a misdemean-"

It's cut off by a noise eerily similar to the one Kate just made mentally. Gold flickers behind closed eyelids and through too thin veins, immediately burned away by hydrochloric acid and why is gravity so harsh a permanent and unforgiving fixture as concrete coffins rise to claim thee- no stop that one's definitely not his he doesn't want it-

It's shaken off by the sheer reaction of no he is not sharing a soulmate vomiting experience with a Sloshed Suitor, "Ugh, sorry. What an asshole. Next time I torment college kids, I'll invite you."

His statuesque stance is noted, filed away for further reference. If she's going to suffer through his skittish mood for the rest of the evening, she's at least determined to learn from the experience - even though her observations probably border on the predatory, from an outside glance. Whatever. If he chooses to read into it, that's his problem.

She turns to move on, not really caring whether Aleks follows in her wake or not and halfway through typing 'charming, such a delightfu' when there's an all-too-familiar twist in her abdomen. A heartbeat later her vision starts to blur, there's a burning in her throat and

Ah. So that wasn't misplaced feelings, then. All her hopes and dreams, and so on.

"-one moment."

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With all the painful precision of someone who's done this dance far too many fucking times, Kate promptly spins on her heels and ducks into the alley next to the police station, to allow herself some semblance of privacy in which to choke on the wrongfoulabnormalunwanted cop's blood.

So much for keeping up appearances. If this gets on her new shoes there'll be hell to pay.

Nikolai looks like he wants out of this wild ride as he continues to lean against Bianca, not giving a damn that it looks like he's resting his head on her shoulder despite the almost comical height difference between them. The girl seems to pay no heed to Nikolai's aggravation, quite intent on being the best answerer for Aleks.

"Oh! I'm sorry-- That makes a lot more sense. We're definitely not new students. I'm going to be graduating next year along with Nikolai." The aforementioned witch nods in agreement as he looks back at forth Aleks and Bianca, almost loudly wondering if he could find a way over the girl so there's more distance. "It's good to hear you're interested in getting more practice with your powers! It's always important to be a master of them.

"In terms of how we're grouped, the school here and the Circle thinks it's for the better that we all have different people in a group and you learn all together at the same time from my experience. That way you're get used to working with different powers, different people. Does that make sense? I think it does."

Nikolai is in agreement of the sentiment since while Bianca is dealing with the answers, he's dealing with observations here. He keeps his eyes on Aleks to protect his only meal of the day and he noticed the way his eyes followed the spot of where Clara is.

Keeping one hand on his fries still, he fumbles for his phone to text out a message and shows it to him: You heard her, yes? Mrs. Seville?

Oh, so she was the asshole! A mental apology is sent to the Smashed Shithead, your only sin was being creepy as hell. The rest goes on autopilot. A simple mental skip from when he was watching her walk away to suddenly being behind her, holding her hair back and keeping her aimed away from herself. Distantly (and loudly) there is the wave of panic, she doesn't like to be touched, but whatever he's not getting any instinctive warnings about her ripping out his throat.

~~Yet.~~

Nope, not doing this, and Aleks mentally checks out to the Alps until that vaguely disgusting background noise stops. The voice is still kind of distracted, "So you paid the bail, huh."

The small kindness of a hand holding her hair back goes unremarked upon, unfortunately. Her hands shake too badly to hit the right keys, she doesn't know if he reads signs properly and even if he did, again, shaking doesn't lend itself to accurate dictation. But it's appreciated, in it's own small way. Even if it brings to mind other things best left forgotten.

Fortunately for Aleks, no further inclinations of murder rise to the fore. There's more important things to focus on.

When her vision finally starts to clear, the reply is clipped, curt, clean. If he hadn't already guessed before, well, he'd certainly know by now, and shame is something she refuses to feel. Maybe later. "This was faster. And didn't leave an obvious trail."

You know. Just in case he'd done something ridiculous that needed to be handled carefully. Act first, clean up the ensuing mess later, and that way nobody on your side dies. Flawless logic.

Trail?

Something so simple didn't even occur to him. He was called, the situation explained, an understanding reached that they'd keep to a mutual distance for a while, but that was before the backstabbing. His Father would not be so kind this time. And she actually gave a damn to try and prevent that.

It's weird up until it's mentally sorted into the category of The Vampires Just Don't Want To Lose Their Cheatsheet. Everything makes sense now, yes good.

But still.

"Thanks," so simple and apathetic it might even be missed, especially since it gets steamrolled over a second later. "Did you want your dinner now or later?"

Regardless of whatever shape he ends up forcing it into, the fact that he seamlessly accepts her logic is... perhaps appreciated even more then his quiet aid. It helps her punctured pride pull itself back into line, and lets her keep it together while her body claws holes in itself to force the blood out. Metaphorically. Literally would get far too messy, ugh.

"It was no hassle." Lies and blatant slander, but she's too dizzy to care. Fight her, von Brandt. "Perhaps later. It could bite me in the ass but frankly, everything currently tastes like shit."

There's a pause as she forces in another shuddering breath, grits her teeth and pushes back to her feet. Moment over, shoo out the clowns. "Besides. It wouldn't be polite to you either. Alleys aren't exactly the best location for this sort of thing."

While it is tempting to fight her, he does not, in fact, gear up to do so. Kate gets away with an eye-roll that's a bit too choreographed to be anything other than. Well. Choreographed.

"Remember that if you pass out, I can't drag you home." Weak as hell makes not for good escorts. Even considering it kind of hurts. She's mostly bones, augh- oh wait, there's a distraction in there. The smile she gets is radiant. "And don't worry about me! Far worse things have been done to me in alleys."

...

That is not better.

But who cares about that, because an arm is offered to help her up. "At least you didn't break your phone case this time!"

And, after a moment's hesitation, the arm is accepted in dead silence. Not talking about it, nope, and simultaneously ignoring the drag her home comment because it'll make her want to fight him even more otherwise. "That is a notable bonus, true. I'm getting rather sick of replacing the bloody thing."

Except- there's another moment to breathe, allow her head to stop spinning, and then the rest of the sentence clicks into place. Beat. Oh, Aleks.

"... You really do have a nasty track record for trouble, kitten. It's rather worrying."

"I don't have the authority to throw you out, nor the interest in ruining anyone's morning." It's not that she wants anyone to leave, she just wants him to be a little more considerate. "But now that I have your attention, will you please turn that down?"

It's distracting, to say the least. Clearly, he's noticed.

Getting used to it or otherwise, the Eyes have always been mostly useless, giving sympathetic warps of some unknown person's memories or the weather for the Thursday after next in Hawaii. Being the juicebox for a couple of melodramatic morons hasn't changed that. It's only upped the frequency. There's still a vast amount of Useless to deal with, but every so often there's one-

-held in gilded cages forged of power and prestige, kept close on leashes like the starved wolves-

No, even that was kind of useless, but an obvious useless. A useless that nags in your head and stays there for the entire month you sit and listen to the city lights whisper slanders, your roommates sit around like drunk and incompetent idiots, and - like always - there's some egomaniac witch running the show. The whole thing feels like home used to.

Which is exceedingly no bueno. Liam did mention some type of amazing date with a vampire before disappearing into the depths of the booze well, but either way there are obviously more drunk and incompetent idiots floating about. The question is how do you hunt down a hunter.

Easy.

Be the dumbass human who sits on a park bench at midnight, one, two in the morning. No witnesses, no nearby lights, no easy ability to get help, and on top of it is too busy playing phone tetris to pay attention to their surroundings. Literally the perfect prey.

The chance of demise is 83%, slow and painful, Our morals are out of place here.

...This was highly unwise.

Meh. Yolo. Seventeen is still pretty high.

It's a typical night for Cooper. He isn't in the mood to call up Nancy or get one of Islington's little hanger-ons to chew on for the night. No, he needs his prey with a little bit more kick to their systems. The park is always a good place to start. If nothing else, he can find a homeless bum that nobody would ever miss, but those tend to be a bit smelly for his tastes.

When he spots Aleksander sitting there on a park bench, he knows he's found the perfect prey. Alone, young, distracted, and with not a single person in sight. He might as well being wearing a sign that says, 'Eat me.' Cooper creeps up with stealth that under the circumstances is probably more habit than really necessary.

He doesn't bother with any introductions or attempts at seduction. That's for those younger and prettier than he is. Instead, one hand grabs Aleks by the wrist and the other goes around his throat. His fangs are out now and there's an unfathomable expression on his face. He forcibly pulls the oracle up until they're a few inches apart. "Scream an' I'll snap your neck. Stay quiet and you might live through this."

"Why not purchase the military grade ones? You have the fifty pound to spare."

Then she's up and functional and the arm is released. Personal space is regained and the conversation could move on to brighter thinnnngs wait no she's going back on the idle comment. Of all things to focus on.

The previous flinch doesn't come back, which may or may not provide a wonderful clue as to why he freaked in the first place. But who cares about that. All that matters is the bright sunshine smile that Kate gets in response. In the black space of a blink, the Eyes watch her.

"Worrying, but not unsurprising. Humans are far worse monsters than you, dear."

The Smile Is Not Nice.

But who cares!! The moment of being speared through by white fires immediately dies when he turns away and essentially ditches her. "Now if you're done being a baby, we're out."

Eighty one.

There's no reaction to Cooper's advance - not surprising, humans are stupid an oblivious like that. The odd part is there's no reaction after. Just the same detached stare worn by someone who is entirely unsurprised. Because he really isn't.

"Hang on a second," and Cooper is then completely ignored for the time it takes to wrest his cell phone with his free hand and pause the game. Priorities are important! Eighty six okay not that important. The phone is dropped and then the stare is focused entirely on the other again. Any care towards being held hostage or being threatened with fangs is completely nonexistent.

Though the being strangled is annoying. Air is necessary for speaking, ugh, why did he get such a stupid vampire-

"Okay, sorry. Thanks for waiting!" how in the nine rings of hell is a human that calm in the face of supernatural threats what the diddly dang fuck- "But before you possibly kill me however, are you with the Nest?"

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germans are annoying text it

slams my face into C with the force of a thousand angry cats

we get it you're the crazy cat lady

i have a reputation to maintain okay

a reputation of being a scruffy hobo that smells of shame. and cats.

wow rude her cats aren't hobos hdu

hey there i heard someone say they wanted a clara

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cute hobos who rub their butts on his wine bottles

claraaaa picks her up and hugs her

everything the butt touches is their kingdom, it is known.

but the butt does not, in fact, touch stuff

that means it simultaneously touches everything and therefore cats are god

also what what in the butt

i can't wait for aleks and kate to scandalise clara in the future

cats have always been god we know this

it's a truth known throughout the ages

/sagenod

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Moonlight Trysts; Closed to Cooper

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