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I added a relationship chart for all of my characters, please tell me if you want to do any relations between my characters.

@Surtr

Ew that means cooties

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So I've been informed that this thread wasn't gay enough.
Don't worry.
I'm on it.

@Ogobrogo

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"Miss Williams left a little hint that she may know a little more about this little 'new development' than she let on."

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Cafe la Sucre. │ A collab with @Surtr

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The Sucre was in sight, and Samson smiled upon smelling the sweet scent of coffee!

Okay, that was incorrect. He hated the smell of coffee.

He was never a coffee drinker... he drunk it in small amounts so he could wake up sometimes, and that was it. He walked up to the building, and noticed Claire talking with Brit... the town's queen bitch. He kept his distance for good reason. Though, there was something strange that made the teen halt to a stop... he could see through the building. This was something he noticed over time, but people were illuminated to him. Though walls... long as they were within a certain distance, Samson could see them. He could see something inside them, too. A fire. Like Hagan, he thought that it was an anger of sort, as it flared during their confrontation. It felt like Hagan had anger hidden deep down, at himself. Samson briefly glanced at Claire, and the flame inside of her was a bit more intense, not that she was actively angry, but she had a simmering flame that was ready to burn all over.

Samson sighed as he pushed inside. He'd figure out his superpower another time, he walked up to the front counter, and ordered two of the strongest coffees they had. He had them on one of those weird paper tray things (hell if he knew what these were called), and quickly turned around to walk back out. He had to get back to Hagan before that knucklehead wandered off, and continue testing... As he stepped outside, he caught sight of an insanely bright fire. Not matching Claire's, but still angry. Hmm... He wondered if he should investigate. Just out of curiosity, and to figure out how this damn power works. He turned, and sauntered towards the fire, the person who it belonged to was probably not someone he wanted to cross.

They're probably that type who'd explode at him at the slightest provocation, and would tear Samson a new one. That kind of anger boiling inside told Samson nothing...

... It was Dexter.

Samson stopped as he caught sight of the kid. The dude was pretty nice... they talked a few times, but Samson, otherwise, didn't go out of his way to befriend him. He had other things to worry about, and he now realized why. Maybe he could always sense anger in a way, and knew Dexter wasn't what he seemed. Either way, Samson was going to be cordial. Only so he can learn something new. He walked over to Dex, and smiled.

As Samson approached, Dexter looked up from his phone. He had been browsing instagram when something grabbed his attention. It was almost instinctual, but when Dexter caught sight of the one and only Samson Jeross approaching him with a smile, he understood why. Much like Claire, and Ryu, and Madeline, Samson had a thin red hue surrounding his figure. Another person to add to the list. Dexter stuffed his phone into his pocket and extended his hand for Samson to shake.

"Samson! It's been a while! How've you been?" he said, legitimately cheerful. Dexter and Samson hadn't had a whole lot of interaction, but several times in eighth grade Samson had gotten Hagan to leave him be. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of defending himself, rather that he just was more of a pacifist when it came to standing up to physical bullies like Hagan. In the school yard, he always had the soft power over most would be bullies and was left alone as a result, but Samson had the hard power necessary to really chase off people like the infamous Farmer Hill thug. So as one could assume, while Dexter was certainly no suck up, he did what he could stay on Samson's good side when given the opportunity.

"It's been..." Samso. wanted to bring out the bloodbath at the mill, and this new awakening of his, but he kept his mouth shut. "... Great man!" He widely smiled as he grabbed onto Dexter's hand firmly, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"You been stayin' safe out here?" He asked, "Lots of crazy shit going on..."

Dexter shook his hand firmly. He leaned against his car and rubbed his forehead.

"Yeah it's been... well, to see last time something like this happened, I'd probably have to go into the town history books." he commented. He looked Samson up and down and figured that now was as good a time as any to bite the bullet. "How about that dream, huh?"

"... What dream?" Samson leaned back, and gave Dexter an incredulous look. Not like he had no idea what he was talking about, more about being suspicious....

Dexter winced a little. Okay, maybe not everyone had the same dream, but thusfar everyone who had this glow to them had abilities. Was worth a shot. "I know this may sound really weird to you but..." Dexter started off, trying to find the words to continue his sentence. "Ever since the mill, a few people have been experiencing things. I can just... tell who has and who hasn't."

He understood it was a pretty weak explanation, but it was all he had for the time being. At least, not without blowing his cover. He looked to his left and right, as if to check if someone was watching, and very quickly demonstrated the dull glow from within his palm that he was capable of creating. Without another thought, Samson put the coffee tray down, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers. His thumb was alit with a small white flame, casting a white glow on his face. "... Could you, by chance see this...?" Samson asked.

Dexter watched the the fire for a moment and grinned. He had found another one of... whatever they were. "I cant tell what ability you have, I can just... see that you have one. One of my friends creates a black hole. A girl we helped healed her leg really fast. It was..." he trailed off, making a connection between Samson's fire based ability and how the lumber mill caught fire. "You weren't at the lumber mill when.. it happened, were you?"

Samson looked down for a moment, before flatly saying, "... Yeah."

He sighed as he probably attributed to the death count... or the amount of people that had to be hospitalized due to smoke inhalation. "... When that bastard came at me... it just happened..." He put his hands in his pockets, banishing the flames. "... I just see fire coming out of my hands, and burning him to a crisp... I didn't know what happened."

Dexter sighed, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I dont know about any of that, but you helped saved all three of our lives. Ryu and I and the girl we helped. I don't want to think about what would've happened if my mom had lost me too. So... thanks, I guess. It made a difference. At least to me."

Samson didn't know what to say. He wasn't even trying, but he somehow saved these people? People he barely knew as is. Yet, he felt inspired that he saved people... even accidentally. "You're welcome." Samson said, but a question crossed his mind. He quickly crossed his arms as he asked, "But, wait," He started off, "You're saying that there's more people out there with these weird...?" He trailed off. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, and materialized the white flames in both of his palms, "... Hell, I don't even want to call them superpowers." He said. "And... not just that..." He turned around, looking back at Claire through the wall. "I can see a fire in people... I thought it was passion, but after running into that roid munchin' asshole... it's anger."

Dexter shifted uncomfortably, but decided that at this point, he was in deep enough that he might as well try making a friend out of it. "I'm not one for god and heaven, but if we hadn't gotten my ability when we did, or Ryu's or Madeline's, we'd probably all be dead. I like to think of them as gifts." Dex crossed his arms and looked at the ground. "Am trying my best to find some silver lining in all of this."

Dexter was quiet for a moment, trying to understand Samson's sensory ability. It was different than his own, but it was still there. He followed Samson's gaze into the cafe and saw that he was looking at Claire, a person who had no glow associated with her. What Samson said made sense, Dexter wasn't stupid, knew that Claire was... upset. He didn't know any details, but people didn't rebel like she did without reason.

"So you can see people who are angry, and you have fire abilities..." Dexter trailed off. "...And I have light based abilities and I can sense others like you and I."

There was a pause between the two of them.

"I know this may sound weird but, do you maybe want to practice sometime? I can bring Ryu and have him show you his... power-thing."

Dexter internally cringed. It felt like he was asking someone on a date.

"... Sounds like you're asking me on a date!" Samson playfully teased.

Dexter visually cringed. God damnit. "Are you able to read minds too because I just thought that same thing."

Samson will remember this.

"Maybe." He said.

"But, that ain't important," Samson was open to training, but he felt that there was something wrong here. People just don't get superpowers when some kid snaps and goes on a axe rampage. "We still have to keep our eyes open... Scott's still out there."

Dexter shifted uneasily at the prospect. "I hit him with a shovel..." he said, giving Samson a shy grin. "At this point I want to be able to hit him with something more effective if he does."

"A bigger shovel?" Samson snarked.

Dexter laughed. Samson was beginning to question why Dexter ran so hot.

"At this point, I think if we're going to find out anymore about this, it'll be by figuring out what we can do. Who knows, maybe we could end up being some small town heros."

"Agreed," Samson said. "Guess you got ol' me on board with your little Avengers Initiative." Samson laughed again.

"But, speaking of figuring out more about powers..." Samson trailed off, as he set his hand on fire again. "I hit Hagan with some of this, and he, for once in his life, stopped acting like such a dick... but it didn't burn him. I'm trying to see what else it does... like, y'know, long term shit?" Dexter was... interested in the prospect of Samson's discovery. His fire didn't burn Hagan? That's new. Dexter looked down to his hand and licked his lips. Now or never. He stuck his hand directly above the fire Samson had created. It was definitely hot, it almost felt like he was sticking a his hand in boiling water like he did when he was seven. But just like Samson said, it didn't burn him. Dexter pulled his hand back. It had only been a few seconds but his hand was red and inflamed, as if someone had stepped on it. While the fire was not like normal fire, it was still not to be messed with. He shook it a few times, swearing under his breath and stuffed his slightly injured hand in his pocket.

"I can..." Dexter began, finding himself at a sudden loss for words. He shook himself, and continued. "I can... can basically flash-bang people, and create light. I, uh, I found out this morning that I can turn off my bathroom light without touching the switch. Dont know how to do that on purpose yet. Ended up flash-banging myself. It was, ah, it was great." Dexter explained. He was stuttering some. "I visit the mountain every evening. These abilities seem to act a little different there." He pulled his hand out of his pocket and shook it again. "That fire of yours is... weird. It felt like sticking my hand in boiling water. I did that when I was younger but I don't remember how long ago."

"The mountain?" Samson asked Dexter. "Like how different?" He was genuinely curious about that. "I'm just trying to figure out why it doesn't burn people anymore? Was it like a one time thing?" Dexter rubbed his head, fighting the sudden onset of a headache. "Uh, yeah. I just... I felt different. It's where I learned how to do this glow thingy." he said, raising his now glowing hands as if to attest to it. He threw his hand in the direction of the mountain, as if to point towards it, and from the tip of his index finger a thin, soundless beam of light fired out. The air around it waved with the heat, and it dissipated after only a few feet. Dexter brought his hand back in front of him. It was daytime, so the flash wouldn't have been very noticeable, but that had still just happened. "Well, that's new." Dex stated, dumbly. "I hope no one saw that."

"Nope," Samson said. "Didn't see a thing, Dex." At this point, Claire came walking up to them with her hands in her pockets, and a incredulous look on her face as she looked at theirs... they looked like a pair of morons. But, right now, she had bigger things to worry about. Like convincing Dex to help Britney... though, she didn't want Samson involved in this. There was a matter she had to discuss between Dexter and herself, but yet she couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, I got a question for you two," Claire said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the photo of the missing girl. "Have either of you seen this girl?"

Samson looked at the photo for a minute before replying, "Never seen her before in my life," He flatly said, before playfully adding on, "I'd like to, though. She's kind of cute."

Dexter took his phone out, and shot Claire a text.

To: Confused Penis
Samson is like me.

Claire read the text, and looked up at Samson, then nodded at Dexter as she got the point. Dexter looked up from his phone and took a moment to examine the photograph. "That's..." Dexter trailed off, as if his brain was still somewhat slowed for some reason. "That's, uh, that's Britney's cousin, right?"

"Yeah." Claire answered, and Samson crossed his arms. He didn't mess with Britney only because of a few nasty incidents with her, but he listened.

Britney and Dexter had been friends for a little while now. When his dad had gotten into the accident, Britney's family had helped shoulder the financial burden of hospital bills before he passed away. While their family had never requested any form of repayment, Dexter and his mother often had the the William's family over and vise-versa for Thanksgiving. The two had often spent holidays together, and Dexter had become fairly familiar with most of her family. Cindy was missing? Dexter thought back to the lumber mill and winced at the thought. He doubted Cindy would've been there. With all the strange events happening in this town, he couldn't let himself think the worst. "That's Cindy, right? How- how long has she been missing?"

Claire raised an eyebrow as Dexter demonstrated how much he knew. Good. This will go a lot easier than she thought. "According to Brit she went missing a few days ago - which is a bit vague, but I assume like... within the week?" She shrugged as she realized she should had grilled more out of the Williams girl

"But, I think we should look into this," Claire said, "Miss Williams left a little hint that she may know a little more about this little 'new development' than she let on."

"She's in the cafe isn't she?"

"Yeah."

"Should I go in and talk to her?"

"Well..." Claire shrugged. "You'll probably get more answers out of her than I would."

"Wait," Samson halted them before they could go any further. He crossed his arms as he sternly asked, "What are you two talking about?"

"I'm just gonna cut the crap, Sammie," Claire looked at him, before she just bluntly said, "You have a gift like Dexter, and don't worry, hun. Your secret is safe with me."

Samson was taken aback for a moment, but he... trusted Claire. He looked at Dexter, who was doing some stupid gun fingers thing at them both, and decided that he also trusted Dexter. It was good to know he had another ally in all of this. He uncrossed his arms, and asked, "Well," Samson asked. "I trust you... but, next time Dex, please tell me before you tell other people."

Dexter shook his head. "Didn't want to freak you out. Wont happen again."

"But, don't worry about it," Samson replied with a smile. "But, yeah... I think if you can, go talk to her. I need to go back and check on Hagan... who's probably pissed right now." He grabbed his tray of coffee. "I'll keep in touch with both of you... and you two do the same."

Claire nodded her head. Dexter gave him the thumbs up. Though, as Samson walked off, Claire wondered what exactly she should do... there was still a bit about Samson's ability she wanted to know, and on the same note, she wanted to get more information about Britney.

"I'm going with Samson," Claire said to Dexter, "No offense, but I want to get more ground about this power thing, and I think stickin' around the cafe will tip Brit off to something...."

She trailed off as she took a few steps, before she stopped and looked over her shoulder, "Just be careful, Dex."

Dexter nodded, and locked his car and heading towards the cafe. He heard Claire's comment and turned around to walk backwards. He waved. "Always, see you soon, guys."

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Alright bitches, it's time we get the Vivid Recollections train moving. I timeskipped a week or later, and now everyone should be getting their Abstractions. Most people have Awakened, but I'm going to give situations where everyone else can Awaken.

First, the dream that occurred in the dream was something that everyone had, and for the next stage of the RP, everyone needs to put their characters in Cafe Sucre.

@Surtr

U gay

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"It was kinda metal. I hit the sheriff's son with a shovel. Almost died."

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The O'Sullivan Household. │ A collab with @Surtr

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Claire suddenly rose awake, thrusted awake by that weird ass dream of hers.

For the last few days, she was having dreams related to that bloodbath that took place at the lumber mill, but now... that was a whole different experience. Almost like it was something that happened. Claire was probably reading a bit too much into a dream, but it felt like a recollection of some sort. Ugh, it was probably just something that Claire should just forget about. Rubbing her eyes, the girl looked around her messy room with clothes draped around because Claire couldn't bother to put them where they belong - not now, of all times. Her room had white wallpaper, which was hard to notice given all the various posters Claire had draped around. She shook her head as she climbed out of bed...

... and into some comfortable bunny slippers.

That she would be embarrassed to be seen in, but at her grandparents house, she couldn't care less. She'd also be embarassed to be seen in her underwear, but it wasn't like anyone can see through walls and stuff. She shook her head as she grabbed her phone and went straight out the bedroom door. She stepped into the kitchen, where her grandmother - a kind old lady in her sixties, with greying hair, was preparing food. Which Claire could tell was bacon, pancakes, and etc.

Which told Claire that she was awake too damn early.

"Hello, Clairey," Riley said in an accented voice.

"Grandma, I'm not ten anymore..." Claire said as she slumped down on the dining room table. She sighed, as she looked to her left, and saw the television. The headline being TOWN REELING AFTER MASSACRE. A reporter chick from the city prattled on about how the massacre was a tragedy, how people across the states are praying for the lost, and how the police are on the hunt for the killer. Bah! It was just a reporter chick hamming it up for the ratings, and to Claire, she was background noise.

And when one press of this shitty TV that was bought in the nineties, she wasn't even noise. Claire rolled her eyes... many of her friends were killed in that incident, and yet they haven't even found the bastard yet. Probably papa sheriff helping his boy escape punishment again. Claire found it real hard to care at this point. Though, the only thing she could care about was the fact that he was still out there, and there have been a few more deaths in town...

Now, Claire wasn't no vigilante, but if the authority won't bring Scott down, then it lies on people like her. Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone buzzed, and she was curious as to who in the hell was texting her at nine in the morning? Someone's gonna get a boot up their ass... Claire thought to herself as she flipped her phone open, and unlocked it.

From: Brit
Hey Claire, are you busy this morning?

Oh, what a pleasant surprise... she was messaged by Britney Williams, the big bad bitch of Farmer Hill. A rich girl that... was very close to Claire back in the day. They drifted apart, and for good damn reason. Claire didn't want much to do with the Williams girl. Claire kept her number only out of some vague sense of nostalgia (and if she needed to bum money off her).

Claire typed out an exasperated reply.

To: Brit
wat do u want

From: Brit
I just want to have a talk with you about something at the Sucre Cafe. I'll forget about the money you owe me if you do.

"Oh... now you're playing hard ball," Claire immediately knew that something was up. Part of Claire wanted to (politely) tell Britney to fuck off, but if she's willing to drop her debt, then it must be serious. While Claire didn't want to, she didn't want to owe a debt to the Britney gal. Especially since she never liked being in debt to someone (especially when she blew the money on weed). She nodded as she replied.

To: Brit
u betta keep ur end of the bargain, brit

From: Brit
Oh, I will. Just keep YOUR end of the bargain, and get here.

Claire didn't respond, and figured that she should finish eating, and get dressed. Before, Claire wondered something...

"Grandma, where did Grandpa go?" She asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll stop calling you Clairey if you stop calling me Grandma, Clairey... it makes me feel old," Her grandmother said as she sauntered over, and put a plate of food directly at Claire's place on the table. It included pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs. Claire prepared to dig in, but her grandmother answered, "If you must know, Connor went to the store to pick up some groceries...."

She trailed off, and Claire mentally swore. That meant that her method of transportation was gone. She shook her head, and realized how horrible the prospect of walking from one end of Farmer Hill to the other, in order to get to Market Square. She thought about it, before a lightbulb turned on in her head. She flipped her phone over, and went to Dex in her contacts (Or as she had nicknamed him "The Virgin Dex").

Dex was a swell dude, was of her few friends in this madness, but she couldn't get the feeling that he was just nice to get in her pants. At least he's not so damn direct. Claire thought to herself, as she went to send him a text message.

To: The Virgin Dex
yo dexter, i need a favor

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Meanwhile...

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Dexter's life was a little less complicated at this very moment. He was going through the motions of his daily morning routine, which begun and ended with him practicing his little flashing ability. It had become somewhat of a daily ritual, and he had really thought he was starting to get a handle on his new party trick. Today was different though. He had been training himself to trigger his flash by snapping his fingers, but he just couldn't do it this morning. After that incredibly... gruesom dream. Every time he snapped, it would fizzle, almost like he was striking a flint, and eventually it stopped doing anything at all. Once his fingers started to hurt, he decided to give it a rest and just go about his daily routine. He had flipped the light switch in his bathroom on, and had gotten through brushing his teeth when he decided to snap again.

The lightbulbs went out.

Dexter furrowed his brow and fiddled with the light switch, which would turn on for a split second and then turn off again. He thought again for a moment and realized, it must be the fuse box in the basement. He snapped his fingers in realization, and his little party trick decided it wanted to work again.

So now, Dexter was currently in the bathroom, on the ground, in the dark. His hands were holding his eyes and generally, he was not having a good time. He spent a few minutes groaning on the floor, attempting to bring his vision back at least somewhat. He phone, which was on his bed, buzzed. and stumbled to his feet and out of the dark bathroom. He blinked rapidly in an attempt to bring his now fuzzy vision back into focus, and stumbled over to his phone.

From: Confused Penis
yo dexter, i need a favor

He had received a text from Claire O'Sullivan? He hadn't heard from her for a hot minute.

Dexter and Claire became friends long before Claire earned the reputation she had today, and maintained a friendship because, well, Dexter just wasn't a dick like Hagan or others who wouldn't be named. They didn't have many classes together, but they had shared electives, and their adult friendship began because when he offered her pencils, he didn't complain when they were returned a little chewed up. Things just kinda cruised from there. They didn't talk often, but she kept Hagan off his ass at parties and he helped her out with classes when she needed it. He hadn't heard much from her since school ended. He blinked another few times and rubbed the palm, of his hand, creating a dull glow in the palm of his hand. This was a new trick he had begun to practice. He messaged her back.

To: Confused Penis
How can I help?

It wasn't much longer before he received his reply.

From: Confused Penis
can u drive me to the sucre?

To: Confused Penis
Yeah sure, what time?[

From: Confused Penis
how soon can you, dex?

Dexter looked away from his phone and to his watch, because he was trying to train himself out of relying on his phone for literally everything. He squinted his eyes in an attempt to discern the small lines with his still somewhat blurry vision. It was, what 8:35ish? Most people their age wouldn't be awake yet. He had an excuse with his flight training to be an early bird, so she was the oddball.

To: Confused Penis
8:45? Why are you up so early lol

It was a minute before Claire replied.

From: Confused Penis
having problems goin to sleep

Dexter knew Claire well enough to not question any further. If she wanted to tell him, she would.

From: Confused Penis
Okay, see you soon!

Dexter continued his daily routine, spare of any flashes, and left his house at 8:40. It didn’t take long for Dexter to drive across town. While he didn’t frequent these older and slghtly more sketchy areas, he was familiar enough with it’s layout to navigate to Claire’s house without the use of google maps.

When he pulled up in front of Claire’s residence he shot her a text to let her know he was there, and then snapchatted a picture of his steering wheel with the caption of “Eat my entire ass”. While waiting, he decided to practice his snapping ability some more. With sunglasses on, of course.

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When Dex had said yes, Claire immediately took one last bite of her pancakes, before she got up. If she's fast enough, she'll get done getting ready. She wondered if she should ask Dexter about that dream she had... but, he'd probably think she's crazy. Or maybe she was crazy. She read somewhere that dreams reflect the subconscious - and an adventure where kids get attacked by monsters in the woods doesn't reflect that well on it, now does it? The girl made it back to her room, and decided to omit a shower... because she intended on going the hell home after hearing what nonsense that Britney had to say. She smelled her armpit for a moment, before just spraying herself with some perfume to drown out the smell. She quickly threw on some old torn up jeans, a tank top, a brown jacket she had, and heavy combat boots. She quickly returned to the table...

... only for her phone to buzz.

She sighed to herself for a moment as she just knew that Dex was here. Just to make sure, she turned on the phone and the notification appeared right on her screen. In a fit of desperation, Claire shoved as much food as she could into her mouth, before she quickly got up and said, "Alright, Grandma, I need to be somewhere... can you wrap that up for me?" She asked.

Her grandmother shot her a worried look, before she said, "... Be careful, Claire."

"Yeah... I will..." Claire said as she walked out the door and saw his gay little Masda Miata...well, it was better than her grandfather's pickup truck from the goddamn nineties, but Dex drove a car that stuck out in the rugged Farmer Hill. Not that she was complaining - he was her only option (other than walking for an hour). She walked over to the car, leaned over, waving to Dex as she opened the door. "Dexter! Thank you so much for this," Claire said as she climbed in.

Dexter raised his eyebrows. Normally people, and by people he ment Ryu, just vaulted into the car since he drove with the top down most of the time. Opening the door like a normal human being was a nice change of pace.

“Oh, yeah. No problem dude. Good morning, by the way. Sleep okay?” He said, forgetting her text from earlier. He shifted gears and began pulling away from her house.

Claire sighed for a moment, not realizing that he forgot. She interpreted it as he wasn't going to drop it until he got a straight answer. Though, he felt a bit more comfortable around him because at least he didn't treat her as one big piece of fuckmeat. "I'll be straight with ya' here, Dex," Claire said, "It's been going badly."

She rolled her eyes, "Been havin' some weird ass dreams lately, but they felt a little different from dreams... dunno."

Dexter rubbed the side of his head with his free hands and shifted gears again. "I know how you feel. I dreamt about some people fighting a monster last night. Was like something out of an RPG. Some chick had a sword and everything." He sounded much less concerned than she felt about it, but then again there had been some weird shit happening in this town as of late.

Claire's eyes went wide for a moment... as she stopped in her tracks. "I..." Claire trailed off. "No... I..." She was at a complete loss for words, before she just stopped dicking around the question, and just came out with it. "... I had a dream just like that. It started with the two kids, right?"

"Yeah! Looking for their dog that..." Dexter trailed off, motioning with his hand as if he really didn't want to talk about the animal's fate. "Got taken by a guy who..." He trailed off again, realizing by Claire's face that she knew exactly what he was talking about. He waited for her to fill in the blank, just in case he was insane or if she was just playing him for a fool.

"... turned into some deer thing?"

"That's certainly the lightest way to put it."

"Okay, okay, okay," Claire said putting her hands up, "Before we jump the gun here, let's remember that people don't have the same dreams..." She tried to deny it. "It's... just a coincidence, something, I don't know. There's gotta be a reasonable explanation for this."

Dexter stopped the car and handed her his sunglasses. "Put these on. When I snap my fingers, whatever you do, don't look directly at my hand."

"Ummmm...." Claire raised an eyebrow as she stared at him, then the sunglasses.

"Just do it."

She shrugged. "Okay." She put on the sunglasses, and then (sarcastically) said, "These are cool shades, if I might say-"

"I actually really appreciate that." Dexter said, being genuine. He turned his head and snapped his fingers, and on command his hand created a flash of impossibly bright light. He did it a few times, and then spoke again, "I don't think this is coincidence. This started at the party a few days ago. Ryu and I and the girl we helped had something... happen to us."

Claire's jaw dropped as she was amazed... but, then she shook her head and said, "No, no... don't give me that shit. This X-Men shit ain't real, how in the world did you do that?"

Dexter shoved his hand in her face, this time emitting a dull glow that illuminated from within his hand. The bones in his hand were the only parts not producing light, contrasting against the light. "I don't know! It just started! I've turned into a fucking lightbulb!" He yelled. He stopped and held the glow for a moment, then stopped and pulled his hand away. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."

"It's... alright," Claire said. "I'm just trying to figure out what the fuck is going on in this town." She answered.

"First someone grabs an axe and goes on a rampage, and now you're fuckin'..." Claire trailed off as she stared at Dexter's hand. "... Superdex."

God, I'm corny as fuck.

"I personally would've gone with DEXterous but if we're talking superhero names I'm all for suggestions. As long as I dont have to wear spanDEX" he said, giving her a smile. He put the car in gear again and pulled off. They were almost at the cafe at this point.

"Please Dex..." Claire trailed off... suddenly, that surprise and disbelief was replaced with intrigue. She didn't know what she was going to do for the rest of the day, but now she's found something. "Okay, I think we need to figure this out. You may be the only one capab..." She trailed off as she remembered something that Dexter said.

"... you said two other people have powers like this?" Claire asked.

"Yeah uh..." Dexter trailed off. "Ryu and I went back into the lumber mill to try and help others out. I can create light. Ryu was able to create a... black hole or something. The girl we helped out healed her broken leg in minutes." He said. He was focusing on the road, because he didn't want to see Claire's face. She probably thought he hung out with a bunch of freaks at this point.

"It was kinda metal. I hit the sheriff's son with a shovel. Almost died."

So, there's more... Claire thought to herself, as she looked at Dexter. She didn't know if this was truth or not. Still... Dexter had no reason to lie, and he just turned into a fuckin' lightbulb. She knew of Ryu, but she definitely didn't want to interact with him at the moment. At least, not after what happened. They were on good terms, but she avoided him.

"So you're light, and he's darkness?" Claire playfully said.

"I mean, I'm comfortable enough to say that we're the straightest gay couple in existence." Dexter said, shrugging. "He's my best friend, it's almost fitting."

"But," Claire said, "I'll have to talk to you about this a bit more after I'm done at the Sucre... but, not one word. To anyone." She said. "Next thing we know, you'll be wearing a hospital gown with scientists putting tubes into you."

Dexter smiled, and elbowed her lightly. "You're the first person I've told who isn't... y'know, themselves." he explained. "Mom always said I have good intuition on who to trust, so I'm trusting you."

"I... I'm touched you'd tell me that," Claire said... it was a good thing that she told him about the dream. Because in this town, everyone thought that she was a slut, or something else nasty... but, Dex? He thought of her as a person.

At this point, Dexter pulled into a parking spot just in front of the Sucre. He said something under his breath about 'rockstar parking' and touched the outline of a thin silver chain necklace under his shirt, which was his dad's at one point. He stepped out of the car and walked around, opening the car door for Claire in an over-the-top manner. "Your coffee and breakfast pastries await, madame." he said, bowing with the arm that wasnt holding the door extended in the direction of the cafe.

Claire smiled, "Why thank you kind gentleman." She said. "Do you want something while we're here? I got a few bucks, and you did just drive me halfway across town."

Dexter waived it off. "Thank you, but it's all good. It's what friends are for."

Claire shrugged as she walked on to the cafe, "Yeah, Dex," Claire said as she looked back with her hands in her pockets, "See you 'round."

Dexter enjoyed the view as she left but didn't make a scene about it, he simply leaned up against his car to do his daily snap-streaks. It was a nice day, might as well enjoy the weather out here in the parking lot. Plus, he knew Claire was probably going to need a ride elsewhere. He wasn't much of a coffee person anyway. He swiped to his messages app and shot a text to Ryu.

To: Lord Thunder Cunt
Skidaddle skidoodle your dick is now a noodle

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@Grim

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"I've seen enough funerals."

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The party from Hell │ A collab with @Grim@Majoras End

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Dexter had seen some shit in his life, and death was not a stranger to him, but there was nothing that quite prepared a person for what was in the lumber mill. Maybe it was the sense of urgency that seemed to grim him when he heard the music suddenly stop. Mybe it was the growning realization that with every step he took he was marching closer to potential death. Maybe, just maybe, it was the blood and bodies that were on the floor that shifted his frame of thought from brave heroism to 'Im so fucking stupid', but he was already on death's doorstep, and he could hear screaming in other rooms. The demoralization was also affecting Ryu, who was trailing a few feet behind him.

"I swear to god, Dex. If we die, I'm going to drag us out of hell just so I can kill you again," the boy in mention called out, his words echoing throughout the night air. Things were mostly silent aside from the screaming, and he thanked god that the music had been cut off. Dying to a Katy Perry song would probably be worse than death itself. Dexter opened his mouth to retort, but the roar of fire filled the building and abruptly cut him off. Accompanying the sound of flame was yelling, angry and guttaral and of various sources. Dexter followed the sound, rounding a corner only to see more death, and a young woman with her trapped under fallen roof wood. Fire was crawling up the walls, and at the center of the room, with his back turned to Dexter, a huge, bloody, and burnt man with an equally bloody axe. Ryu stumbled in close behind, heart racing as his mind tried to formulate some kind of plan - one that didn't involve everyone dying in a fiery inferno, or at the hands of Mad Axe in the center.

"Aaaargh! Come on!" The woman in question was struggling to free herself from the burning rubble.

Originally, Madeline came to the party to have a few drinks and explore the mountain, but the sheriff's son turning into The Hash-Slinging Slasher had said otherwise. After a few minutes of trying to find a weapon to fend the guy off, the building had started to catch fire. So, common sense and her fear of fire dictated that she ditch that idea and run for the door. Lumber Mill burnt far too easily, and a falling piece of roof pinned her down by her back and leg. As the Sheriff's Son approached, she stopped struggling against the wood, involuntarily looking over to the axe muderer, bloody and burnt. "Oh god, no!" Paranoia had her continue to try and free herself, picking up a faster pace than before. Dexter didn't think about his following decision, immediately deciding that this woman's life was more valuable than his own. He lunged forward with a battle cry and his shovel held high above his head, and with all the force he could, he swung the shovel into the sheriff's son's flank, with the flat end of the shovel making a satisfying whump noise as it connected with what was likely the sheriff's son's ribs. The feeling of victory quickly faded as the reality of what he had just done set in. It had hit the brute hard... but all it did was end up somewhat bent, and it simply just shifted priorities from the girl, to Dexter. The brute whipped around fast, with the axe in an overhead swing - targetting no area in particular. Just wanted to bifurcate the annoyance and move on. Dexter out of instinct stepped backwards, tripping himself and falling at Ryu's feet, and the axe split the floorboards right between his legs. As the axe man moved for a second swing, Dexter threw his arms above his face, closed his eyes, and tried to make himself a small of a target as he could in a last ditch effort to protect himself. Out of his hands came an impossibly bright flash, which filled orange firelit room with a much brighter and purer light. The corrupted brute loudly yelled as he covered his eyes, stumbling backwards as he tried to recover from the horrendus assault on his optic nerves. He flailed a bit, knocking over a support beam, but still yelled.

"Ah, fuck!" Ryu cried, almost in unison with the brute, his eyes snapping shut as he tried to recover from the sudden flash. Even in the face of danger, he still had time to get seriously pissed off at some sudden light, the sudden lack of one of his senses making it easier to feel the warmth of the flames around them. Somehow, there was a slight breeze on his neck, like a cold chill swimming over his skin and making itself at home... if he'd opened his eyes he might not have believed them. Dexter kicked himself backwards and away from the axe man's range as the brute stumbled away. He looked to his hands, and then back to the girl who was still stuck and crawled forwards, and attempted to help her free herself. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, we gotta go!" he said in desperation, jamming the now damaged shovel under the wood and attempting to pry it upwards as the brute lumbered around behind them. Madeline held her leg and hissed in pain as she was assisted out of the rubble. She pulled her legs out and was all too quickly pulled up to standing by the unfamiliar and altogether too stupid male. "What the hell dude?!" she protested. "Can't you see I got a broken leg?!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Dexter just about shouted back, ditching the shovel so he could adujsting the woman's stance and putting her arm around his shoulders an an attempt to take the weight off of her leg. In their confusion, Dexter had used up the time he had bought himself, and the sheriff's son was almost upon them once again. Angrier than before, if that was even possible. With no knowlege of how to do his little magic trick again and nowhere to run, Dexter was very quickly realizing that they were fucked. The Sheriff's son loomed over them, holding an axe overhead and ready to bring it down on them both once more. However, much to the surprise of the group, the terrified Korean teen would be the one to save the day. Amidst the chaos and confusion, unbeknownst to himself, a vortex of frustration and anger had been forming within his mind; one that had now manifested in reality. When his eyes snapped open, Ryu was almost terrified by this black swirling sphere that was floating behind the sheriff's son. And, as if by magic, the swirling darkness was almost drawing the looming tower of death towards it.

"What... the... fuck," were the only words he could form, watching on in horror and intrigue as the sheriff's son struggled and fell to the floor, pulled back by some cosmic force that the Korean had somehow generated, but quickly realised it was not the brute being sucked into it. Instead, said brute was disarmed by it; his axe sucked into some other universe. Ryu was in no way relieved as the vortex swirled, despite the brute's weapon of choice now being lost to whatever magic that he possessed in his mind. He was, however, still somewhat curious as to what the fuck was happening to him. Dexter however, was far less curious. All the heroism he ever had, had left his body not long after an axe landed between his legs. He walked himself and Madeline over to Ryu without too much difficulty, but with all too much haste for a woman with a broken leg.

"Help me with her!" Dexter said, looking over to Madeline, his whole face contorted with worry. "She's got a broken leg!" The words of his friend snapped Ryu out of his near-trance, his fight or flight instinct kicking in as the other near-death situation became known to him again. They had some time now, and they all intended to take their leave. He nodded wordlessly, too confused and terrified to speak, placing his shoulder under the girl's arm for support so they could get the fuck out.

Needless to say, getting out of the mill was much easier than getting back into it.

As the trio clambered out of the mill and into the woods on the way back to Dexter's car, a mystical blue luminescence enveloped Madeline's leg and other minor injuries she had. "Woah, somehow I'm a firefly now..." She said, eyes widen in suprise. As her leg began to warp back into shape, Dexter and Ryu slackened their holds on her so she could support herself. The trio stumbled into the road, with Dexter tripping and falling on the curb and falling limply onto the street, almost completely spent and most definitely shell shocked.

"What the FUCK?" Dexter shouted, his arms coming up to cover his face. He remained in this position for another few moments, but when he picked himself up, and looked at the two and front of him, he almost looked like he was about to cry. Dexter could see a black band of energy surrounding Ryu, and a blue band of energy around Madeline. It was only a few millimeters or so thick, but to him it stuck out like a sore thumb. As if it was impossible not to notice. "You two are glowing." Dexter stated, completely dumbfounded. He looked down at his hands and saw another thin band of golden energy around himself. "I'm glowing. I'm fucking gl-" Dexter stopped himself, deciding to chalk it up to one more fucked up thing from the night. Ryu tilted his head, looking his friend up and down.

"Of course. Out of all the shit that happened tonight, that's the stuff that ain't real. Glowing. Fucking hell," he said, brow furrowed as he huffed. "Is it just me or is anyone else here fucking pissed?"

"Ryu, you have a symbol on your neck." he choked out. He looked to Madeline and could see another on her wrist. "You both, you both have a thing." he said, standing up and grabbing Madeline's hand in some weird attempt to make her look at it.

"Hey-!! wait." Before Madeline could swipe her hand back, she saw the symbol of a lotus below her hand, like Dexter pointed out. "What the hell.."

Dexter was resigned to whatever the fuck was going on. He was tired, somewhat injured, freaked out, and his mind had stopped attempting to make sense of the situation. Instead, he was far more concerned with just getting the hell out of this area. He turned around stumbled to his car, unlocking it and just about falling into the diver's seat. He wasn't even concerned with the fact that he only had two seats in his car. She could sit on Ryu's lap. The kid was a pervert but was likely still too intoxicated to do anything stupid, at least not in the sexual manner. He was still a dumbass.

"I'm spent for the night. I'm getting the fuck out of here. Coming?" he questioned, lazily reaching for the passenger door and opening it.

"Drive me home before I suck us into the void," was Ryu's eloquent response as he stretched, the haze of negativity wearing off a little. He took one last glance up at the lumber mill, which was now reduced to a burning wreck, the sound of the flames carried across the night air. "Or at least before the rest of the woods go up in flames."

"Yeah, I might just sleep in early when I get home. Kinda think this through..." Madeline answered, a bit less harsh than Ryu.

Dexter didn't need a whole lot of convincing beyond that.

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When Madeline mentioned her address, Dexter immediately knew where he was going. It was a small town and the ghost girl's local was known well enough, even if Dexter wasn't one to buy into rumors. He pulled up into Madeline's driveway, the music and focus that the drive had provided had done it's part in helping them calm down, or at least, Dexter felt more himself. Even if he was still incredibly confused by the night's events.

"Can I walk you up?" Dexter offered to Madeline.

"Appreciate the gesture, and helping me back at the mill even, but I think I'll be fine alone now..." Madeline politely declined. After all, she just wanted to collapse on her couch back home and play some Super Mario of sorts, after the masacre they had witnessed.

Dexter did two lazy finger guns. "Take it easy."

At this point, he wasn't even trying to get laid anymore.

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and you wonder why everyone thinks you're cancer

@Surtr

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@JunkMail some of us have jobs asshole

@Surtr

I manage flight school and being a full time college student it aint my fault you make up half the cast m8

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if anyone wants to bump into ryu while trying to run away from axeman just hmu

@Grimhildr

do you wanna fucking die?