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[/center][right][b][code]Vanburen Estate[/code][/b][/right][hr]

Blu's empathy was an absolute burden to possess. Even without supernatural enhancements, it plagued his own psyche like a suffocating smog that filled his being. The tension and the back and forth—when would it end, he thought. He was feeling smothered by the negative emotions in a way he had never felt before. It constricted his chest and prodded at his gossamer heart. Hands trembling in the cold, he consumed the remainder of his tea and then placed the mug on the rail—pulling down the sleeves of his oversized sweater until they covered most of his hands. 

He had hoped his idea would prove useful—worthy even. But alas, when Justin denied its viability, Blu nodded acquiescently and shrunk inward. It reminded him of the times back home when his grandmother would scold him for not taking his training to become a Funérailles serious enough. Blu would always meander off on some curiosity-induced escapade—exploring a hidden seaside grotto or befriending the nicer variety of wild animals that roamed their encampment. Blu had other ideas and things he'd wanted to express, but his grandmother was keen on shutting them down each and every time. 

Those memories flooded his mind in that moment and Justin's rejection reminding him of those times. There was no hiding his disappointment of course—his cute round face had fallen into dismay and drew him out of his wistful reverie. At least there was Oscar around, whose warm reassuring smile and kind words filled him with a sense of stillness, and for a moment, helped to drive away all the negative energy that billowed from everyone. But it didn't last—not entirely. When he looked back to the group, his eyes met with Shane's and he felt his body tense again. That look. Was it animosity? Perhaps a glare of repulsion at Blu's impromptu arrival. 

Blu could only exchange looks with Shane for so long before he looked away—visibly intimidated by the much bigger fellow. These were his "siblings", not by blood of course, but that matter? Perhaps it was too soon to consider them siblings yet. Maybe not even family. Blu wasn't unsure, but he found himself feeling more nad more afraid of them each waking moment. Maybe the idea of interloping even deeper with James' children brought a fear of the unknown. Blu had no fear of death. His profession made it so that death was an intricate aspect of reality, his reality—one that he had seen over and over and over again. But he'd always been on the outskirts of death—burying its aftermath out to sea. Being here, tonight, meant the possibility of seeing someone die before him was real and that was a different story he didn't want to explore.

Free from his inner thoughts for the time being, Blu remained quiet as he listened keenly to what everyone was saying. They were still using words that were unfamiliar to his ears, but he was starting to better understand the situation now. He wasn't naturally smart, but he was a quick learner once he truly focused. He was at least glad, that finally, they had come to some agreed upon solution. Whether it would work, however, was left to seen. But what he had seen, just before everyone started separating, was remarkable. The girl, Georgiana, had created a portal and then tossed the artifact into it, snapping it shut—a smell of flowers escaping the pocket realm and Blu was sure it reminded him of a pie he'd eaten before. 

So they did possess magic, like him. He'd never met anyone else who could use magic, not the real kind anyways. But hers was so different from his own and it fascinated him. When Ezra asked if anyone had magic that made them stealthy, Blu was sure that more in the group had magical powers too. Maybe this was the connection Blu was hoping to find. At least it was something that bound him to them, no matter how fickle the connection actually was.

As Georgie stormed into the damaged mansion, Blu thought maybe he could help soothe her aching heart, even if just for a moment—it might be enough to get her to cooperate for the time being. Blu tugged at Oscar's sleeve and looked up at him with a gentle smile, [color=#4CCEB1][b]"I'll be back."[/b][/color]

Having heard Ezra's request to Sabrina, Blu thought it right to seize the opportunity. Maybe it wasn't his business—maybe none of this was his business—but he couldn't just sit idly by and do nothing. He slowly made his way to where Ezra stood and then tapped his back softly to get his attention. 

[color=#4CCEB1][b]"Ugh..hi Ezra. Ummm...I can go fetch Georgiana for you, if you'd like. Right...soooo, stealth is not a talent I possess, but I too have magic—like you guys. I can sort of, make people feel better, or something like that. Anyways, it's no trouble. I swear it."[/b][/color]