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Aelia Stark

The three of them had made it to the location of the meeting in just a few minutes. Aelia remained fairly quiet, twiddling her thumbs as she rode in the car with Erick and his friend. Luckily, she didn't get carsick from all the feelings that were beginning to well up in her, yet she did become rather uncomfortable when white fur was getting everywhere in the back seat. When they parked, she darted out of the vehicle and glanced at the building warily. 

Two voices sounded nearby, and she looked up to see two other women standing in front of the building. Did those two have powers, as well? "Maybe we should hurry up," Aelia advised, giving them a glance as they approached the building. "I'm pretty sure that we're late."

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Garrett Fisher

Honestly, Garrett didn't care about what the woman said. But when she started to cry... it was almost as if someone had punched him in the gut. Nerves wracked his body as he watched tears begin to well up in her eyes as she mourned about not being able to participate in boxing anymore. Damn, he hated when girls did that. What was he supposed to do? He wasn't that cold as to shrug off her sadness and insult her, like he usually did, but what else was there to do?

"E-eh," a sound of distress left him as he quickly glanced away, frowning even further. "Don't worry about paying for the drink."

Garrett got up from his seat, taking his empty mug and retreating back into the currently empty kitchen. His cheeks had begun to grow rosy out of embarrassment, and he glared angrily at the floor. I'm such an idiot.

Sighing, he raised his hand as he gestured, focusing on communicating with his shadow. The dark figure manifested in front of him, its blank expression waiting for a command. It still creeped the living shit out of him. "I've reason to believe that there are others like us," Garrett explained curtly. "Scout. Find out any information. And don't get caught."

The shade nodded its head, melting into the floor and slithering away much like it did when he first saw it. He hoped that nothing bad would come of his order; if someone saw that thing, he was screwed. It did look almost exactly like him, after all.

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Soren Crawford

A loud yawn left Soren as he lazily swaggered down the street, staying to the shade to avoid the hot sun. It was almost too hot for him, even though it wasn't even the hottest day that he had experienced in Darkwell. His pale eyes sharply glanced at the sky, noticing that, even though the sun was shining brightly, clouds were beginning to gather. Perhaps it would rain soon. If he was lucky, Corine would keep him entertained as he watched television, instead of going out and doing girl stuff like she always did.

Just as he turned the corner, he noticed that there was a gathering of people in front of a building. Strange. He never saw that many people in front of the building before now. Soren paused, watching as the strangers got out of their vehicles and looked at the address with intent. Was it the mafia, or something? It couldn't be-- women weren't part of the mafia, in the first place. Or were they? Maybe he should stick around and see what was going on... perhaps it should be reported to the police.

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