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Current Next time you find things going extremely well for yourself. Remember to brace for impact.
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2 yrs ago
This will never end because I want more / More give me more, give me more / If I had a heart I could love you / If I had a voice I would sing
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2 yrs ago
"I feel like I could eat the whole world raw."
2 yrs ago
When one of us goes to war. We all go to war.
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2 yrs ago
-Compares the murder of 50 innocent men and women to the murdering of a murderer- Hooookay. I'm not even American, but jesus those are literally non-comparable.

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“Huh? No that’s Jack.” I remarked taking the cap off of the wonton soup and pouring myself a small bowl. The warm broth released a gentle fog that rose to my senses, I repositioned myself to give Jer and Luke more room to get around the already fairly crowded room. I had seen that on an animal planet once before - it helps caged animals relaxed... or something.

I took a big happy mouthful of soup and immediately regretted it as the overly hot broth cooked my tastebuds, I felt my entire face turn red as I resisted he urge to spit the soup up.

Be a lady damn it you are practically a duchess.

I swallowed hard and forced a half smile.

”Yum!”

It’d probably taste better with non-scorched tastebuds.

I put the soup down carefully, examining both of the TVs in question in the debate. ”although now that Jack’s stuff is all gone I guess you’re taking the captain’s quarters!”

The remark was innocent enough but I realized that once again for what was probably the third time this week, Luke’s team shifted. I hope he likes being my teammate now.

Yeah...

Teammates.

It’s so cool!! I tried to keep my jubilation at bay so no one could tell just how excited I was, but...

Ahh!!

”You guys shouldn’t fight though, I had a projector installed while classes were on today - and it can serve as a disco ball for dance parties!” I tried and failed to not stare at the dance pad that had been moved with some of Jer’s other things.

”Anywaaaaaaay - why don’t you guys at least dig in! Once everyone’s done I’m probably gonna have to run all this food out anyway!”


Hi my names Nice, it's really Bianca to meet you!

@Plank Sinatra@FlitterFaux@HereComesTheSnow


I waited, and waited, I had already been behind given the fact that I had driven for dinner but even then it took a few minutes before anyone had come into the room. I wanted to just relax, to hangout like I usually did, but then…

I just kept staring at his stuff. I… Get to just-

The door handle moved and by second nature Bianca grinned, it was as if she was being prepped for another gala by her father.

“Hey Lu-“

Chalk it up to muscle memory, hoping that I wouldn’t have to improvise conversation with Jer alone until the rest of her team showed up, or just nerves.

“Oh hey!” But before I even managed to stand, Jericho turned around calmly and walked back out of the room.

Shit.

Shit.
Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.
Shit.

“H-hey?” I called out twirling a loose strand of ivory near my chin. “I have swordfish.”

You have swordfish.

You dense bitch.

That’ll get him.

Hey I know you think I stalked you on that cruise but there’s slightly less common than salmon seafood in here, come on in.

I wish you weren’t so fucking awkward, girl.

God why is this so weird???? You literally just-

“Sorry, I have more than swordfish - obviously…”

A moment of silence. “Like there’s lamb and twelve vegetarian options.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

“And eight vegan options.” My voice was quieter by the millisecond. “Okay, well I’m just gonna keep sitting now.”

I waited for an answer, but I saw another student walk by the door, they were clearly headed somewhere else but they couldn’t help but stare in confused at me.

Shut up you NPC.

I took a second to look around the room at the Atlesian culture that was just tossed in, along with the trunk of weaponry Jer had just thrown in the room. There was more than just some hunky knight in Atlesian gold-plated armor standing out there.

There was a guy I really just… Wanted to get to know. He seems so fun! Look at that smile and he's just genuinely hugging people!

He plays instruments and dances! I sing, maybe we could talk about our favourite artists

Who knew he ran marathons? I’ve run a few maybe we could talk about that, compare times!

Maybe we could just talk for a minute and hangout and enjoy each other’s company like teammates.

Maybe.

“Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.” I called out in that way that I knew he had developed an entirely physical reaction to.

“Are you… Moving in?”



“So yeah, basically I fought this gigantic plant Grimm with someone who could pretty much be in Vale’s version of the bachelor, if you guys have that here. After that, I kind of messed up my opportunity to shine on the water for my sister, but honestly – Lauren did such a great job and I’m just really proud of her. And then me and, well he’s technically not my boo, but my boo and I we practiced to cap off the day and I was wearing this outfit actually. So I looked cute, right? But capable.”

“So, sorry is that debit or credit ma’am?”

“Oh that’ll be cash, sorry!” I said, quickly thumbing through about ten or so bills from my perfectly theft-proof purse.

“Right… So that’s $422.95,” the teller said, reasonably surprised. It wasn’t like he was in Mistral, people from Vale didn’t generally walk around with this much money.

“O-kay!” I said, gripping all of them tightly and handing them over, they were pristine and unbent. He took them and neatly deposited them into the till. He handed me my change, and at once I began stuffing the bags of food under my arms. I had gone a little out of town to get the best food, as according to some twenty or so reviews the store had been left. They were an all you can eat buffet of various cuisines, but I had something for everyone.

Some wonton soup, pepperoni pizza, pad Thai, smoked salmon, veal marsala, kielbasa and sauerkraut, grilled swordfish.

There was more, but I had lost track through the order. I basically just ordered three of everything just to be sure everyone could get whatever they wanted. With that done, assisted by my semblance I managed to cart all of the bags of food back to the town car, garnering many looks on the way there. The backseat nearly full to the brim with food, so much so that it was all the driver could do to see out of the rear-view mirror. I guess not many people nearly bought out buffets here.

Ah well.

My phone chirped to life under my thigh as I gazed out the window. I snagged it and saw Luke’s text and immediately cringed.

Riiiiiiiiiiight.

>My bad Luke! As long as you only eat what you can this should be good!!

A few minutes passed and, finally, I arrived back at Beacon. Once again with some added effort and a few notable whistles from some passerbys who admired good workout attire, I managed to finally cart all the food back into our dorm. It seemed as though I had just barely beaten Luke back as he wasn’t quite in the room yet.

"Time to get to work!" Okay Bianca, get your head in the game you've got to show these people that you're worth having around!

I placed everything out on a rather large table that spanned almost all the way from each of the beds with just enough room to walk around it. Considering the room size it was a wonder I'd been able to fit it at all. I laid out each food by region of origin, making sure to keep the covers on until people could dig in so it wouldn’t be cold.

Finally I threw myself abck onto the bed, sweat beading at my forehead but the wind in my hair and through my feathers. I think they're really going to like this, but all the same I had to catch myself, either I was way more tired than I had thought or maybe a bit dehydrated. I had been running ever since class to make sure I made it in time for dinner, and I did do a lot today but my recovery had been going well so far!

“Finall-“

Huh?

There were a couple guitars, several in fact that I hadn’t seen before.

Was Luke taking up music?

No. Wait, there was also a Dance Til Sunrise dance pad, along with a new tv leaned up against the wall. I was rushing around, I must not have-

Am I in the wrong room?

My hand flew to hit the button by my bed stand, which immediately confirmed I was not. A small projector lowered itself out of the ceiling, as I turned to see where the screen would also lower from I noticed the empty bed... Wasn't empty at all?

Immediately, I jumped off the bed, quickly hit the switch once more so the projector and screen retreated.

Running over to the bed there was a great big poster with a few figures on it. With big bright blue words. ATLAS WILL INDOCTRINATE YOUR YOUTH!

But that was from Noel’s year in the Vytal Festival? I wouldn’t think Luke would…

That was when I was sure, this was from Noel’s year. Another picture of the Vytal Festival – the scoreboard proudly declared in the background. And a young boy who garnered my attention, his hair a bright bubblegum pink.

That was Noel du Acier’s look – no doubt about it.

This last one, it has Jericho smiling…

I picked it up, gingerly as if an artifact from an ancient civilization.

He was smiling… So deeply.

“You look so...”

I immediately put it back down looking around the room more.

“I don’t” but before I said another word I flew over to my bed, rustling a few papers, knocking them on the ground, and I sat on the bed, hugging my legs and resting my chin on my knees. My wings neatly tucking behind me, I scanned the room for any mess I made or left, but I had been pretty clean save for the massive amount of food prepared.

I felt a warmth spread from my neck to my cheeks, into the tips of my ears. I felt the sunlight catching my shoulder and warming it just to the point of being noticeable. The mixed smells of food filled the air but I couldn’t notice it. I didn’t really.

Why was Jericho’s stuff here?

Would he come over?

Would he like any of the food?

There was only twelve vegetarian and eight vegan options. Was he either of those??? With that body it was more than likely.

He looked so wonderful when he was happy - I hope he still gets that happy, I don't think I've seen him like that.

𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗜𝗡 & 𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗢



Opening up her fridge with a groan she scanned the half-empty shelves for some eggs. Luckily she still had a few, along with some English muffins. She quickly snatched up a half-drank jug of OJ and two glasses, carrying all of her supplies in a delicate act of true dexterity. The apartment hall was quiet, but Stein’s room had some level of noise. He was talking to someone on the phone. Aila considered leaving him to his devices and skipping breakfast, but god only knew that if she didn’t get him going no one could.

So she balanced her variety of groceries on one arm, pinning them with her head while she snatched the spare key she kept in her inner jacket pocket. She deftly unlocked the door, but Stein didn’t seem to notice her entry. He continued on with his conversation, which at this point could’ve been clearer had Aila decided to focus – but she wasn’t one to pry. Besides Stein wasn’t the most fascinating, he was more… Comfy. Kind of like a nice old sofa you’ve had at your house for a few decades. He wasn’t going to blow anyone’s mind or anything – but he was dependable in a kind of way.

She snatched a recently cleaned frying pan from the drying rack and started the stove up, waiting for it to heat up. She scanned the apartment for any signs of… Well signs he needed more than she could offer. But he was generally pretty clean for a male cop who lived alone. But that was most likely habit at this point – for someone like him with habits like his. She was worried about the effect of the past little while. It was at that point she heard his voice raise and she perked up, out of habit. But at that point the stove had heated up enough, and they were had to get going to be on time.

Aila took an egg in each hand, expertly cracking two eggs at a time until four eggs sat in each corner of the frying pan, simmering and singing the bottom of the yolk. She could hear his footsteps at this point.

“Morning.” She called out to him, lifting a hand but not turning to meet his gaze. Her other hand was focused on making sure the eggs didn’t stick to the pan with a small spatula. “Help yourself to some OJ, breakfast will be ready soon.” She called out, rubbing her nose with her hand before turning back to glance at her… Friend?

Their relationship confused most, including Aila at times. He was something of a surrogate brother or father, but she wasn’t ready to face what that meant yet. So for now, friend is fine.

“It is morning, isn’t it?” Stein smiled at Aila, strolling into the kitchen with his tie noticeably crooked. His voice had a husky drawl to it, showing that he was indeed calm, regardless of his discussion with his deceased partner moments ago. The calm simply hid the fact that his mind continuously harbored on Coli’s words. Her words from today. Her words from yesterday. Her words from two weeks ago... Her words before she died. Even when she wasn’t around, she haunted him, for better or for worse. A curse and a blessing.

First, he couldn’t accept the fact that she died, right under his nose. Second, he couldn’t believe that someone would want to kill her. People may say she wasn’t murdered, but Stein was fully convinced someone did end her life and not the other way around. Colette was not that type of woman to run off and disappear without notice, or for that matter, to commit suicide. They might have little evidence, but with how bold and meddlesome she was when she could breathe, he had no doubt she was involved in something beyond her. Truthfully, he believed it was something related to ‘the Other’.

As of now though, it was a theory, he had no idea what happened to her and that feeling — the feeling of not knowing — infuriated him. Lastly, she came back out of the blue and he couldn’t comprehend the fact that she was once again back in his life. Daily, like the past, yet nothing like the past at all. She was dead and had limitations. All he could do was try his best to seek the answers she needed before she was gone, for good.

The thing is, did he want her gone for good?

Heading to his fridge, he opened it, but rather than get the orange juice out, he chose milk. Before he closed the fridge, he stared into it, at everything that was wrong with his life. Since he more often than not spent ungodly hours working, he had no need to stock up on food. Even if he did, the fridge itself was too small. Sure, he could afford a house at Avalon Point, but there was no need when his fridge embodied his current life. Empty. Not many mouths to feed, besides him and Aila.

If there was a fridge that had more food in it, it would be hers not his. He simply had nice kitchenware that she liked to use. Oh, and usually he left her money for groceries in the cookie jar that never had cookies in it. It was a fair bargain. As odd as it seemed, the way they did things worked for them. Rarely did he have visitors. The only person who outwardly visit(ed) him was Coli. Most people sought him out while he was on the job because rarely was he guaranteed to be home.

Unless, someone knew about his traditional shared breakfast with Aila, which was only known by a couple of coworkers since Stein took her to work. The question did come up. Either way, there have been times he headed to work early, before her, breaking the streak of together-breakfast. He would make amends by placing a pastry on her desk and providing lunch in the breakroom fridge ‘For Aila’.

Walking to the cabinet beside her, he grabbed a glass mug and poured the white liquid in it. This was their routine. He had forgotten when they hadn’t eaten breakfast together. Weird, how time flies. “Did you listen in to On The Edge? We’re going to have a phenomanal day today." He paused and scoffed to himself, "Good. I work better under stress.” Waiting for her response, he chugged the milk in a matter of seconds and then poured himself another glass. What? He liked milk.

Aila watched Stein chug his glass of milk, he was a fiend for the stuff, this was clearly evidenced by his pouring of a second glass. She groaned at his mention of On the Edge. “I did have the pleasure to tuning into that particular broadcast,” she snapped her spatula against the countertop in frustration just enough to make a sharp ringing from the metal of the utensil. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear my reaction, honestly.” She noted sliding the spatula underneath two of the eggs and flipping them carefully so the yolk was slightly seared. She glanced over her shoulder, throwing her hair that had been resting in front of her shoulder back to being behind her and sighed.

“I’m not looking forward to today much.” She said in a rather dry tone trying to think of something else. “What’s your weekend looking like?” She asked, interested enough but also knowing Stein it was something along the lines of more work. While Aila would have to be interrogated to spill any beans on her own ideas for what might be fun this weekend, she did have something in mind.

She had a met a girl about her age not too long ago when she was working out, got her number – she figured she might dial it this weekend to see if she was free. Aila wasn’t one for superficiality but, well, Steph was a looker. “I’ve got… I’m probably going out for a meal at some point but that’s about it.” She said skillfully snatching the finished eggs onto two small plates and carrying them out towards the small table they always ate at. She looked at a newspaper with curiosity but given today’s broadcast she figured it would be more of the same.

Five tips to housetrain your werewolf and all that kind of shit. She slid Stein’s plate across to him while snatching up a two forks for the two of them. She grabbed two pieces of bread as well, smushing her eggs between them and taking a huge bite of the drippy mess that was her breakfast. “I mean, why can’t people just mind their own fuckin’ business with this shit anyway?” She forced out of her mouth in the middle of chewing her egg sandwich.

“Y’know?”
As she talked, Stein put away the container of milk. To her response of being surprised he didn't hear her reaction, he simply shrugged. Unbeknownst to the pup, he was distracted with a conversation with the dead. Taking his seat, at the table, he pulled out his phone to check his emails. His eyes naturally drifted to the 'draft' section where there was 1 email in it. Incomplete. For Blake Preston.

"My weekend?" He glanced up from his phone's screen, having read that he, along with his coworkers, were tasked with reopening cold cases. There was one cold case he cared about solving, that consumed his every thought. It wasn't like he had a ghost reminding him every day of it. "I'm going to revisit some old places." That he knew Coli liked. One being the Blue Haze. If there was one suspicious race that could've potentially killed his partner, it was witches. She took a strong liking to magic. Probably because it made her mundane human life less... mundane. He never understood the fascination, but then again, he never understood the fascination Reina had with werewolves.

He was going to explain further, that he had bumped into the Carmichaels, who he refuses to see for mourning counseling, even six months after Coli's disappearance they're still trying, but Aila's mind seemed to be elsewhere. Matilda Carmichael did slip in some food for thought, which inspired him to go down memory lane. She said something ambiguous that made him reflect on himself and consider how to find the answers he was seeking. It was like she knew he had a personal agenda and she wanted to give him some aid.

Not today, though. Tomorrow he would revisit all the places Coli loved. He would never be ready to reopen wounds but the fact of the matter was, the wounds were already open and they wouldn't close until he got to the bottom of this. "A meal?" His steady voice resonated in the kitchen. His eyes displayed intrigue, happy that Aila was taking initiative and enjoying her life. "In other words, Ms. Atleo, you got herself a date." Stein smirked at his beloved neighbor. His plate slid in front of him and like a solder in the army, Stein finished his eggs before Aila even sat down and looked at the newspaper. One day, he would die from eating like this. That day was hopefully not today.

He chuckled at her frustration while he wiped his lips on a napkin. Grabbing an apple from his fruit bowl, he tossed it up in the air, before rubbing it against his shirt, "Because we all have one common trait, Aila. We like to be in the know. It's in my job to know who is up to no good, it's in your job to know what the team is up to and how to address people when it comes to their new found knowledge of 'us'. People are curious. They don't like being in the dark. And for better or for worse, we have to deal with moderating — how they react — when they seek out more knowledge." Chomping into the apple, he took a moment to chew, before continuing, "By the way, Reid wants us to open up cold cases. See if they have anything to do with 'The Other'." Stein's last statement had heavy connotations behind it, because Aila would know of the one cold case they deliberately made sure he could not work on. The one case he cared about. The Cold Case of Colette Bonnet.

Aila yawned after taking one last bite of her sandwich. It was draining living in a world that was spouting off nonsense 24/7 but now all that nonsense was directed at her. It was the talk of the town and it was annoying as all hell.

That being said, she had a few things to be grateful for.

"Stein," Aila said glancing over at the stove's clock. "We have to head out, I don't think you'll be able to take your food with you so hurry up, okay?" She got up and stared rinsing off her plate and dishes. Stein was quick to finish as well, and soon enough the two were on their way to work, ready to confront the day. Or, as ready as they were going to be after a half-assed breakfast.
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