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Chameleonist
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[2012-10-28 05:05:48 +0000 UTC]
"is a Wallflower"
(United States)
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Favourites: 2629; Deviations: 537; Watchers: 176
Watching: 47; Pageviews: 45118; Comments Made: 42814; Friends: 47
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: DamaiMikaz, sakimichanFavorite movies: Captain Marvel, Spiderman: Into the Spider-verse, Ready Player One, Maleficent (1&2), Black Panther, Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle, Mune: Guardian of the Moon
Favorite TV shows: Umbrella Academy, Supernatural, Doctor Who BBC, Sherlock BBC, Criminal Minds, NCIS, Hawaii Five-O
Favorite bands / musical artists: Nerdout, FabvL, Zack Hemsey, Two Steps From Hell
Favorite books: Ready Player One, 13 Reasons Why, Simon versus the Homosapien Agenda, Children of Blood and Bone (Adeyemi), Styxx / Acheron (Kenyon), Goose Girl (Hale)
Favorite writers: Sherrilyn Kenyon, Piers Anthony, Rick Riordan, Terri Fivash
Favorite games: Overwatch, Minecraft, OneShot, Portal, Portal 2, Borderlands 2
Favorite gaming platform: PC
Tools of the Trade: Paper, pencil/pen, Krita
Other Interests: Reading, Sleeping, the Arts (drama, singing, dancing, etc.)
# Comments
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Heyo I'm sure your summer is just crazy like everyone's but we haven't seen you around and just wanted to drop a note to say hi, hope everything's good 
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Thank you so much for the Watch! We appreciate it a lot, hope you enjoy reading our comic
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I'm looking forward to it!
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Thank you! I've added the icon feature, and also added one of your artworks to the front page of Enjoy-Arts
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Sunset had just passed an half hour ago. The stars were starting to show themselves fully, twinkling brightly against the darkened sky that now covered this part of the world like a blanket. This was what Arawn loved about the night, watching those stars start to speckle the sky as if they were little lights to show the way to lost souls who still wandered the world. Or to guide those lost to their worlds. A thought that he couldn’t help smiling at as he looked to the smaller woman next to him, sitting crouched at the edge of the roof building they were currently standing on. Her blonde hair shined with silver and gold highlights from the combined lights of the moon high above them and the streetlights that lined the road below.
Even dressed in a suit, she was still simply stunning and he wondered how his soul got lucky to be paired with hers by fate for all eternity.
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You act like you don't see this everyday, Seraf noted in amusement, gaze skimming over the street below before flicking up to meet his. Aloud, she added, "And if you keep looking at me like that, I might beat you to the jump and pin you to the roof right now."
Standing, she stretched her arms over her head, easing the tension building at the base of her neck and in her lower back. A low whine rolled off her tongue as she continued mentally: I love that you actually allow me to come out here and patrol, but I swear you lead me to the most boring parts of the city. If Sergey is going to do something, wouldn't it be closer to home? I mean, we did just get word from Tariq and his people that Sergey is pressing hard on them to get that woman Elisabeta back. Whatever he's planning for us is bound to be just as straight to the heart.
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A chuckle bubbled up his throat as the smile on his lips grew. “I’m sure you would enjoy that, o jelä sielamak.”
Though the mention of the currently most powerful master vampire terrorizing the world, the Dragonseeker ancient sighed through his nose. He is not my only concern. And right now he doesn’t know I am here, so not much on this side of the country to really interest him. No… the Morrison Group are who I worry about now. They almost found Armando when he was returning from helping guard the Dark Troubadours when they came to the states. They nearly found him so easily, I don’t think any of us want to ever see just how panicked Trigger can get about his lifemate ever again.
The thought of the former human in that state of panic when he had felt Armando experienced a rather large shot of pain when the human fanatics dumped toxins in the general area of resting grounds Armando was sleeping. Trigger had almost gone running off into daylight until Seraf tackled him and Arawn put him under heavy hypnotic influence to cease his efforts of getting himself killed trying to get to Armando. That had been something that terrified them all.
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Seraf's mood took a dive at the memory of her friend's desperate agony. She was still haunted by the sound of Trigger's wailing pleas, both mental and aloud, to let him go, to let him find his lifemate and protect him. When Armando had dragged himself back and immediately gone to ground, Trigger had gone to ground with him, settling in the soil above his lifemate to protect him from anything like that again.
"We're lucky I have such strong mental ties to him, or we'd have lost them both," she said gravely. A need to do something to ease the violence in her blood rose up in spite of her efforts to keep it down; nobody messed with her family and got away with it. I just wish there was someone to blame, so I could rip their mind to shreds for hurting Mando.
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There was a sigh over their shared connection. I know Seraf. I know. Looking over the edge of the building to the street, the white haired ancient pointed out. “That is why I offered our assistance when Adrian passed along that members of the Morrison Group were seen bouncing around to, as you say, ‘garage bands’ as of late. Especially closer to us. We might be able to find out who targeted Armando.”
It was odd to him still to see humans up and about this late at night. The others were helping him adjust as much as they could, but he was still getting a grasp on somethings. Human intake of coffee and caffeine still confused him.
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"Mm. I can't wait to get my hands on them," she growled, dissolving into mist and floating down to the street. She really loved the powers she'd gotten from bonding with her lifemate; it made life so much more interesting. I think the band performing tonight is the one I was interested in hearing; one of my Mongers said they were really good, and would make it big if they could just get someone to scout them. Rum of the Hunters, I think it was called? I found the name ironically amusing since we hunt vampires. Were you a fan of liquor way back when? She never missed an opportunity to tease him for his age.
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Arawn dissolved into mist, following her down. In their link, she could tell he rolled his eyes at her. Must you always poke at my age, cristi? But yes, I did try it when I was young. It was decent, although was never a large fan of it. Of course now, the smell of it straight up is a little much for me.
Once the pair came to the building where the preparations for this band’s performance was taking place, Arawn checked it for barriers as he didn’t want to trip any alarms. Sensing none, he lead Seraf in. Arawn preferably got up into a bit expose ceiling that looked down onto the floor of the club, where he condensed down into the form of a white mouse. Small and discreet, but would allow him to see all of what went on below.
I do have to agree with you Seraf, I am rather curious of this group myself and look forward to tonight.
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I guess they couldn't get a band to open for them, Seraf noted, choosing to stay mist so she could hover around the stage, where a steady, simple beat that anyone could whip up with a computer and a music program pumped through the sound system. Must not be very big yet, even locally. I wonder how Loki heard about them in the first place.
People were already crowding into the open, warehouse-style room, laughing and chattering and bobbing to the beat while they waited. A couple of security guards hung around the exits, watching the crowd for troublemakers and problems. Because a tiny local band was bound to attract a mass shooter, obviously.
Mm, I don't like those guards, Seraf noted, annoyed. They'll interfere with us if we do have trouble tonight. Can you draw them outside? I'll put them to sleep so we'll be in the clear. Loki and a couple more of my Mongers are going to be here anyway; they'll take care of any normal human problems that come up.
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Internet. Was her lifemate’s immediate response. Plus it may be a case their opening band had to cancel and they couldn’t get anyone last minute. Which could of been a possibility. Course he glanced around to the guards when Seraf brought them up, staying silent a moment before voicing his opinion. Let them stay for now. At least until we know they are here. We still have a while and we could always use the extra eyes. A fact that Arawn well put into use by mentally pushing into the minds of at least one guard at every entrance, and kind of hitchhiking off of them to see what they saw at the same time he was. His experience made this much easier than it would for most.
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Backstage, the members of Rum of the Hunters, were busy double checking the tune ups of their instruments. Well those who needed it did. The ones who weren’t were checking makeup and hair. Such was a norm is a band containing one male and three women.
Said single male, Jason, just set his guitar down when he pulled out his phone to click on the screen and check the time. Looking up, his baby blue eyes looked over his band mates before asking a certain question that had been brew up for the last hour or so. “Okay, who wants to get Andrei this time?”
While Andrei wasn’t a member of the band, they were a close personal friend to all of them that they tried to get to come to their shows as often as they could.
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"Dibs!" piped up the most punk of the group, a tall, slender young woman with a love for black leather and rich colours. Dulceta, otherwise known as Cetty, had her dark hair in a pixie cut that went well with the dark red streaks she'd added to match the rest of her band; Anna's idea. The smaller, gentler young woman, who basically took care of band promotion and design singlehandedly, frowned, but said nothing. On the other hand, the last woman in the group, whose long hair and subtle makeup well hid the fact that she was trans, chuckled.
"You practically always get Andrei," she teased, checking her hair in the mirror.
"Tell you what, Emmy," Cetty grinned. "When you become her best friend, then you can go get her."
"Get out of here," Emmy laughed. "You're going to be late if her old man catches you again."
"God, tell me about it... Bitch needs to croak already," Cetty muttered, rolling her eyes. "Jase, be a good girl, okay?" She winked and ducked out, laughing, before he could say anything; they always gave him shit for being the only guy in the band, despite the fact that half their fanbase existed because he was the eye candy that everyone wanted to fuck.
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Jason just rolled his eyes at her as she left. Well used to taking shit from all of them, especially considering they had all really gotten to known each other in high school.
Andrei Torres just stared at her ceiling blankly. Like most days, she was emotionally drained and honestly just wanted to sleep. Probably could just sleep for a few days if she could get away with it.
Why did she have to be so hyper aware of the feelings of everyone around her? And try as she might, she couldn’t block all of them out at any given time. She could still feel the slight boredom of the security guards down the hall from her room, not to mention the raging anger that was like a jackhammer in her brain that came from the warden, aka her father.
As the only child of two big movie stars, Andrei was occasionally sought out by paparazzi. Some would say someone in her position would seek out the attention. On the contrary, she tried to hide from the attention as much as possible. She hated it. Especially considering there was always this pushiness about whether she was going to be a star as well. Which that was a big fat no. Plus being crowded like that overwhelmed her and made her own emotions rage out of control, something she discovered had interesting consequences that she never wanted to repeat. A heavy sigh left her as she lazily flung her dark brown hair out of her face.
Hearing a buzz next to her alerted her that someone had just texted her. With a sigh, she rolled over on her bed to be able to reach for it. She barely skimmed the name when she perked immediately, sitting up quickly. Opening her phone to read the message completely, a small smile graced her lips. Cetty was like a sugar rush personified when it came to brightening up her mood. She wasn’t ever sure as to why, but she could guess it was her constant ‘can do’ attitude where she let nothing anyone said get her down.
Seeing that she was coming to get her for tonight’s show, and leaving to choice to say no, Andrei got up and quickly changed out of her stupid business suit like uniform that she had been forced to wear to go with her mother to a few meetings today. Andrei gladly threw her stupid pumps into the back of the closet before going for her good old Ray-Bans. The rest of her outfit followed a similar style of comfort over looks, which was how she preferred to be.
Course she could only get away with it so much, as her mom was insistent that she at least looked her age and not like some slop off the streets. So it was the green leggings, a short solid black dress that she had to wear a belt over her waist for, and the one hoodie she convinced her mother to let her keep. Just a simply blue color that only had ‘I’d rather be Reading’ written in white across the front.
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Despite wanting to avoid trouble with the Great Angelo Torres, Cetty had no problem roaring up to one of the side entrances to the Torres property in her beloved '67 Impala. She almost honked the horn, but decided better of it and simply texted Andrei that she'd arrived instead. Man, she could not wait until she could say the 'LATE and Great' Angelo Torres. Bonus points if she was the reason his heart finally gave out.
When Andrei scampered quickly down to the gate and slipped out, Cetty turned down her music and rolled down the window, whistling a cat call.
"Dayum, girl! You been working out or something? You look sexy!" she teased playfully. "Mm! Wait till the girls get a load of you tonight; we might just cancel the show to take you out for dinner and dress-up!"
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Andrei naturally flushed a little in embarrassment, but rolled her eyes as she got in the passenger side. “Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up and get us out of here before they get suspicious of why this old boy is parked here.”
While she was used to the fact of people throwing pretty words at her, she didn’t so much as really accept compliments, but more let them go in one ear and out the other. Most she heard were empty words anyway, trying to gain her favor for one reason or another. While she knew Cetty never would, it just never really sunk in for her.
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"Oof, someone's edgy tonight," Cetty laughed as she pulled away from the curb. "Have another argument with Daddy dearest? Never mind; I know you don't like talking about it, so let's focus on tonight's show. After, we'll go out for ice cream and a movie or something, okay?"
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Letting out a sigh as she relaxed back into the old leather seat, Andrei just silently let Cetty’s excitedness wash over her before she could manage a small smile. “Sounds like a plan, Cetty.” A moment later she gave her friend a side look from where she originally was looking out the windshield to the world passing them by before asking, “Is Jason still set on trying to let him dye streaks in my hair?”
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"Obviously," the punk grinned, pulling her gaze from the road for a moment to wink at her friend. "Red, to go with the colours we're putting in our hair for the photoshoot tomorrow. Don't worry; we won't let him do it. Yet." She breathed a contented sigh. "Can you believe we're less than a month away from releasing our first real album? RotH is finally getting its due, and it's about goddamn time! But seriously, we couldn't have done this without you." Taking one hand from the wheel, she reached over and took Andrei's hand. "I know you hate being an actor's kid, times two, but the perks you get are the only reason we got signed for even one album. With luck, that's all we need. We told you they put it in the contract, right? That if we get at least one song to the top three two weeks in a row, they'll sign us for another album? If we can use this as a springboard, we're really going places. And it's all thanks to you; RotH owes you, baby girl." She smiled warmly at Andrei, squeezing her hand.
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Squeezing her hand back, Andrei sighed but smiled. “Trust me, the headaches are worth getting the band mentioned out there. I swear I’ve already had two other celebs’ kids call me to ask how good you all are.” Her smiled grew a little, throwing a little teasing back. “All good things, along with maybe some vague mention of the kind of playful mischief you all always got into.”
Course there were some that she even got involved in, not that Angelo ever found out she was in it. Though sometimes she really considered throwing it in his face just to piss him off, but she always chickened out at the idea. Shaking the thought, she leaned her head back against the head rest, fingering her long hair a bit as she wondered. “Red wouldn’t look so bad. Course if I gave him that much, him and Anna would team up to do a complete makeover.”
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"You have no idea, darling," Cetty laughed. "If we ever get famous enough to tour, we're taking you with and it is totally happening."
A few minutes later, she'd parked and the two of them were going into the back room, oblivious to the two pairs of immortal eyes watching from above. Seraf gave Arawn a subtle mental nudge shortly after when she noticed her Blood Mongers join the crowd, just in time for the music to fade out and a petite blonde to hop onstage and grab the mic, to the loud applause of the audience.
"Hey, everybody!" she greeted cheerfully, waiting for a response before continuing. "How are y'all doing tonight?" She laughed when someone in the front managed to shout "Awesome!" above the enthusiastic general murmurs of "Good." The lights all dimmed, save for a spotlight on her, and the hum of excitement from the crowd grew. "Awesome; glad you guys could join us! If you don't know me, my name is Anna Weber and I promote and run social media for Rum of the Hunters. I'm also the violist and the bassist, depending on what song we're playing." Without looking, she gestured over her shoulder, and another spotlight came on, illuminating Cetty, who waved with a huge grin. Anna had to wait a moment for the roar of the crowd to die down a bit. "That's Cetty Deluca, the band's unofficial leader, on the keyboard. And behind me..." Another spotlight, on Emmy, who greeted the audience with a riff on her drums, stirring them into a near frenzy as she settled into a quick beat on the bass drum. "Is our drummer, Emmy de la Rosa. Last but not least..." The crowd exploded as the last spotlight came up, tracking Jason across the stage as he plucked a couple chords while Anna switched places with him, disappearing for half a second to get her electric viola from a stage hand. "Jason Richards on guitar!"
Without hesitation, the band jumped into a song that had the entire place bouncing, hands up, singing every word.
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Andrei smiled from where she stood just off stage, VIP badge hanging on a lanyard around her neck that allowed her there. It was always great to watch them play. Course there was a small bonus to this, while crowds normally bothered her, she felt the excitement and happiness of the crowd towards her friends wash over her. These small moments were nice, just being surrounded by positive emotions, no negatives in her field of feeling at all. Course unknowingly, her own happiness was giving a small boost to everyone else’s emotions.
Sensing the other blood mongers had shown up just before the band came on, Arawn slowly moved the guards outside where his lifemate knocked them unconscious for a while. He gently connected to each of the members of the gang here and did a headcount to make sure they had everyone. Loki and Coleta were among them, Loki having brought up the band while Coleta happened to mention this was where they were playing tonight.
Once the band came on stage and started to play, the white haired ancient had to admit that they were actually quite good. Their instruments and voices weren’t anywhere near to cause him to cringe with his sensitive hearing. He was about to mentally pass on to Seraf that Loki had good taste in garage bands when he felt it. A small influx of emotions that weren’t originally his. Looking around the floor as the band continued to play, he scanned over the humans, trying to feel just who this was coming from.
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Arawn was a bit puzzled. It had been a long time since anyone knew an empath, at least from what he had heard. He’d have to ask Armando once he’s up and about again. Which he should be in another night. But to see someone with that kind of gift he could see being quite sought after, even after other Carpathians, as a way to give hope to the Hunters still out there who were struggling to hold on to their honor and duty.
Though he could also see Seraf’s point. Whoever was going between these garage bands could be trying to target a psychic, and so put a target on that young woman as well. Touching Seraf’s mind, he let her know that all their blood mongers were present and accounted for before settling in to listen to this band while keeping an eye out for trouble.
Andrei unknowingly hummed along to the song as her friends played, even rocking her weight a little back and forth between one foot and the other. She couldn’t keep the smile off even if she wanted to.
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The sudden breeze coming through the place played with her dark hair with a small smile on her lips.
“Harry, Sirius, I’ll be fine. It’s just a new city and I’m really not that far away.”
Her younger brother and godfather respectively were naturally worried about her leaving London, England. Especially as she was moving all the way to New Orleans, a city that had an oddly high amount of magical power that couldn’t be really pinpointed by their brand of magic. Not to mention it was on a different continent!
Harry gave her a deadpan look. “You and I have really different definitions of ‘not that far away.’”
“Not all of us just want to sleep, play quidditch, and relax.” She teased, meeting his emerald eyes with her athymest. It was the one main feature that sent the two of them apart as Harry had well caught up to her in height by now. Though it was doubtful he’d get too much taller.
Sirius Black shook his head at the two. “Emily, we’re going to worry about you anyway.”
Emily, as she was now identified as, gave a sigh to that. “I know. I get it, even if I was the one looking after you all most of the time all these years.” There was a small bark of a laugh made by the Grim animagus at that, which made both of the young adults give a small smile. Sirius wasn’t one to deny that his goddaughter was sometimes more of an adult than he was.
Course, he was doing significantly better than he had been when he first broke out of Azkaban. Twelve years of suffering that insanity was hard on anybody. Thankfully it didn’t seem to keep the Head of the Black family down, constant interaction with his goddaughter Emily along with other supportive family once he was deemed innocent of the crimes and getting to see his godson on holidays during his last four years of school. Now Harry was seventeen, legally of age as an adult wizard, along with having graduated Hogwarts this year along with becoming the official Head of the Potter family name. Course this made his older sister Emily twenty-two, five years graduated from Hogwarts and Head of the Evans family name. All in all making it a total of five years since Sirius Black was found innocent and made a free man.
Casting a tempus charm to show the time, Emily’s shoulders dropped sigh another sigh before she got up from the table of a little muggle cafe they had visited as a last family meal before she left. Her appointment to receive a international portkey to the US was in twenty minutes. All her things were either sent ahead to a home she purchased, or inside her shrunken trunk in her pocket.
“Gotta get going?” Sirius asked, even though he knew the answer.
Nodding, she looked at both the men who were what remained of her blood family. “Yeah, guess I should.”
After hugging them both and telling them she’d definitely be back in Britain for Harry’s birthday if not visiting sooner, she headed down the street towards the Ministry of Magic. Taking the phone booth entrance in, Emily couldn’t glancing around at the place as she walked towards the international travel department. Hard to believe that three years ago she had followed Harry and his friends here in a race to a prophecy about her little brother and Lord Voldemort. Course the prophecy had been hogwash. Her best friend, Luna Lovegood, she knew as a true seer and even she had made a bit of a face when hearing the contents of it. And it hadn’t been a face of confusion or thoughtfulness, it had been one that asked what the damn woman had been smoking when she spat that one out. Then they found out it was their divination teacher who gave it, both women young women had rolled their eyes. Most of the school knew she was a fraud, predicting random students’ deaths all the time and such.
Finding the office, Emily entered, as she had done about two weeks ago to do all the paperwork to request an international portkey. Thankfully it seemed to be just a verifying it was her then picking up the portkey before going out to the platform set aside for international travel. She arrived there about a minute before the portkey activated.
From there is was a reverse process of what she did at the British Ministry of Magic now at MUSCA. The Magical United States Congress of America was much bigger, though explainable as the United States was a particularly large country. If she remembered correctly, there was a similar headquarters a little smaller than the New York City one on the West Coast and one even smaller in Alaska.
After the American officials were satisfied that she was the same person who filed paperwork to come here, they directed her to a smaller travel platform where she was given a second portkey to go from New York City, New York to New Orleans, Louisiana. About five minutes later she was looking up to a slightly darker sky than the one she left. It had been just before noon when she left Britain, here it was probably just a little after eight in the morning.
Letting out a relaxed sigh into the early morning air, Emily shrugged her dark green jacket over her purple shirt along with dusting off the black jeans before heading towards what she hoped was downtown. She’d probably have to wait a bit till a more reasonable hour to ask a local where she could find her street. Or find a map. Though she was thankful to have remembered to dress in muggle clothes today. Black, purple and green was an ironic mix of colors considering who she just left. Shaking her head at the thought, she found a small place called Cafe Du Monde that had a particularly sweet smell coming from it and decided to head inside for a seat. Restaurants she’d found to be an interesting place to meet new people.
((Btw the thing with the “Evans family name,” Emily’s going to be making an argument that most muggleborns are really just redeemed magical bloodlines, using Lily’s bloodline as an example. The Evans are a magical bloodline that at one point had squibs and so “died out.” The original name is going to be a little different, but still determining what. Kind of like an excuse of the name was changed to Evans somewhere down the line.))
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He stared contemplatively at his reflection in the swirl of flattened water that hovered at eye level in front of him. Tapping a gentle finger on the mirrored surface, he swiped it to the side, doubling the mirror and moving one almost behind him, so he could see the back of his head. Then he stared for a moment longer.
Long strands of vibrant green silk fell in a glossy veil to his waist, sliding in front of his face at every motion. With his lengthy green robes, it was hard to tell when he stood still where his hair ended exactly.
'Geez, what a creep; who wears clothes like that anymore?' the young woman had sneered, eying him up and down in disgust.
'And look at that hair,' her friend had cackled. 'Like, try-hard much?'
The men they'd met up with had been just as... trendy. That was the word, right? He'd seen lots of young humans in similar looks, and while he was aware that his appearance was hundreds of years out of date, he'd never felt so... out of place when someone commented on it.
Reaching up, he pulled his hair back from his face, gathering it all in one hand and pulling it over his shoulder. Then he hesitated; he'd spent nearly a century growing it out so long, and he'd never cut it shorter than his shoulders before. Closing his eyes, he manifested a sharpened blade in his hand and sliced off most of his hair before he could think twice.
A cool breeze brushed over his neck, making his skin prickle with sensitivity. Looking down at the fist-full of hair he held, he marveled for a moment at how light he felt. With a gentle smile, he kissed the severed locks in blessing and raised his hand to release the strands into the wind.
Everywhere the strands landed, new growth sprang up and bloomed, saplings becoming young trees, scrubby bushes becoming fat and thick, grass gaining another foot in places.
Satisfied, he looked into the mirrors and decided he rather liked the lopsided look he'd given himself without meaning to. A few flicks of the blade along one side and a touch up to the other, and a broad smile spread across his face.
His face. He could see himself so clearly. It was so unusual that he couldn't help but take it all in. Huge, stunning emerald eyes shone in a gentle face, framed neatly now to one side with flicks of vibrant green.
Now for the outfit. Piercings were popular, weren't they? He manifested two small silver rings and pierced them simultaneously through one ear, one in the lobe and the other high up in cartilage. The sharp pain that shot through his head drew a short cry of surprise from his lips.
No more of that!
Pushing the pain out firmly, he focused on his clothes, considering. Pants, certainly; jeans were best. And boots; leather was always a favourite. A t-shirt; black with bright white designs. A watch? He didn't need it, but it added to the look. And fortunately, his pale blue pendant didn't look out of place.
He waved a hand through the mirror behind him, evaporating it, and tapped on the other, dragging his hand down and lengthening it to see his whole appearance.
Yes. This would do.
How amusing... An ageless spirit of the forest blending so seamlessly with humans. He looked forward to it.
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Turns out the sweet smell was something called beignets. Something she ordered out of curiosity and so she wasn’t someone just taking up a seat at one of their outside tables. They actually were quite delicious, maybe she’ll take a few back to Britain later. Course she had gotten a cup of coffee as well, which she had sipped from and refilled twice over the last hour and a half.
This seemed to be enough time for the Jackson Square just outside the Cafe Du Mont to start to be filled with people. Seems even in the off seasons of the year quite a crowd came to New Orleans. Might contribute to the reason why there’s such power spikes here, she thought as she took another drink of her coffee as she brushed a lock of her dark wavy hair behind her ear.
Seems there were plenty of tourists. Not many natives that weren’t busy taking care of tourists seemed to be out. Well, this was kind of sucked. Letting out a sigh of light annoyance, Emily finished off her current cup of coffee before looking up to the growing crowds once again.
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