IC: Baby Nazario

She supposed that she shouldn't exactly be surprised by Apophis being as odd as he was--Sangue, for as much as Amy was attached to her, wasn't exactly an ordinary girl. Still, exactly how strange Apophis looked was something of a shock. The stitched mouth, the missing eye, his posture, almost like a puppet with loose strings, they all added up to one odd individual. There was something to be said for heightened senses: he wasn't undead since he smelled perfectly normal, though his handshake evidently left a lot to be desired from the limp way he extended his arm. 

He didn't want it, or he sucked at it. Either way, Amy wasn't going to try for one herself. She smiled, ruffling the back of her hair with her left hand before waving with it and putting her right arm around Sangue's shoulders. [color=E52B50]"I'm Amaranth Desire, but most people call me Amy. And I guarantee you that any joke you want to make with that name has already been made 50 times over."[/color]

...Amy had to admit she was somewhat comforted by his strangeness. That wasn't to say she wasn't unnerved by him--no, far from it. But at least if the others had odd families too, she could be a little more relaxed in not knowing her own.

IC: The Odd Family, Arin Glint

"We do have an Amaranth Desire, miss."

Wisteria blinked, a nervous smile spreading on her face for a moment before being swiftly canned and contained. [color=C9A0DC]"H-how do you know Amy? And what's with the... the... the..."[/color] The blonde woman giggled nervously as she looked behind Arin, to the couple that had just entered.

[color=E5E4E2]"Our relationship is purely a professional one, I assure you,"[/color] Arin responded, the slightest hint of a smirk playing at his lips. If he noticed her distress, his face didn't show it. Just that maddening smirk that implied some internal joke she didn't or couldn't get. It was infuriating. Wisteria could feel her anger fighting with her nervousness, just wanting to scream at him to answer what it was he found so damn funny about her. But for the moment--like so many other times--her fury was losing. She just wanted to not be there, not have to deal with--

Andrew. Why? Why was he here, today? Surely he didn't... And who was that with him? Why couldn't she be somewhere else, Amy obviously already had-- UGH!

***

The other half of the conversation, on the other hand, was far more collected. But that was the norm, was it not?

At the rapidly expanding expression of panic and confusion on Wisteria's face, Arin finally looked over his shoulder to see what had alarmed her so, before turning slightly and stepping backward--both so he could see everyone in the room, and so Wisteria would no longer be shielded by his form from the other two--now three--in the room. His silver eyes absorbed the appearance of the male Hawk Faunus in the couple impassively, his attention turning to the newcomer and the Cat Faunus in turn, before time slowed.

Well, to be more accurate, his thoughts sped up. He knew Amaranth could do something similar, but her ability was more sensory. His was entirely in the brain.

Wisteria was easy to analyze, as it were. The almost flower like appearance, the lower lip trying to come out but barely being reeled in. She was a little girl in the body of an aging woman, obsessed with playing dress up and sticking with what she once was, with none of the patience, or integrity that came with age. She would not age gracefully, either, if she kept worrying about it as much as she did. Of course, he was somewhat cheating with her. He had always insisted that he did his research on... professional contacts, and he had found PLENTY of information in tabloids on Wisteria Desree while following Amaranth's trail. None recently, but it did not appear much had changed.

He frowned slightly as a flurry of thought regarding the couple raced through his head. The significance of the hawk Faunus was obvious, given Wisteria's reaction to him. If he was not Amaranth's father--someone Arin had not been able to find, regardless of the intensity of his information gathering--he was a close enough facsimile to evoke a response from the woman standing beside him. For the moment, Arin would move forward with that hypothesis. He did recognize the man--even if Hunters did not have the level of fame requisite, notable Hawk Fauni caught his eye, mostly because he was unable to solve the father problem.

The resemblance was truly remarkable.

Ticking over to the woman, Arin's mind had remarkably little to say. The hawk's wife, maybe? He did not seem to recognize Wisteria, at least not immediately, so he likely had not come here with her. The conversation they were having processed quickly. The two of them were here to see another student--an injured one--not Amy, adding another wrinkle to the puzzle. 

The newcomer seemed to be inconsequential in regard to the scheme for the moment. He had his own business to take care of, after all, and he could not spend all of his brain energy on everyone he saw.

His thoughts slowed again as he noticed someone begin to cross his field of vision to leave.

[color=E5E4E2]"Leaving so soon, Ms. Desree? You have not even seen your daughter yet..."[/color]

Wisteria faltered, but continued.

He twisted the knife.

[color=E5E4E2]"They will surely tell her you were here. Odd behavior, to be sure. What would people think?"[/color]

[color=C9A0DC]She was pinned.[/color]