"On the other hand this one—" Ash huffed leaning down to pick Zen off of the floor, "—talks too much without really ever saying anything about himself. Misdirection thy name is, Zen Ryder", he huffed struggling and relaxing as Ray helped carry the older teen back to the armchair.
Ray nodded wordlessly letting Ash handle Zen and turned to face Fiona head-on, "You're annoying and aggravating and passionate and my God do you have a temper that kind of turns you into a screeching twelve years old", he said ignoring her features darkening with a ruddy blush, "But those signals in the brain that fire emotion, they're messed up here", he pointed at his forehead and poked himself three times, "Please", he requested voice twisting features pinched, "Please", he repeated almost begging, "Teach me how to be human", he begged voice shaking, "Please", he requested almost desperate.
Fiona sighed heavily and then nodded, "Okay", she agreed for a lack of anyt
"I don't suppose we can transfer him to a bed or something?" Zee asked quietly.Marcia stepped forward, "I could just go meet his folks, get his stuff and—"James shook his head, "I'm afraid that would earn you nothing but his resentment", he warned, "Also his room is warded and you will need him to enter the room regardless of the risk", he informed her simply."Zee Hunter you're up and after that Ash and Bell Ookami", he ordered and waited as Zee stepped up, "Place your hand over the tray and let's see which talisman chooses you", he informed Zee.Zee nodded and placed their hand over the talismans, that barely took a second as a keychain with an inverted hand as thing flew into their hand, turning it over thy blinked at it confused, "What is it?" Zee asked James.James hummed, and "It's a Hamsa Amulet on a key chain", he answered."Hamsa?" Zee asked
Key for this chapter:_________________________*Rinzen's Thoughts*\\ Anyone Else's Thoughts \\'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general..., and telephonic conversations'///Memories///POVs""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""*************************************************Warning: Alternative POVs*************************************************1-04-2113(3 pm Manchester, England)*************************************************Raven Säde winced as they landed in green grass, "Ow", he said, "One day I am going to learn to teleport without breaking my kneecaps in the process", he promised half vindictively otherwise resigned.Marcia hummed landing perfectly at ease, "And maybe you can assist him from not throwing up all over the place?" she added eyeing Zen who had stumbled away from them and was
Rinzen rolled his eyes and waited close to the tree he'd lost his breakfast at (after midnight snack? Early morning snack?), a good distance away, he then placed the glass of lemonade on his left side, and waited for his blonde idiot to come back.*After he collects the apple he'd gone to retrieve!*In the meantime, he'd meditate a bit to get over the abrupt sudden rearrangement of his schedule.Closing his eyes he began the breathing techniques to ease into since he hadn't slept or gone jogging or anything within the parameters of his ordinary schedule, he felt decidedly off-balance. Inhaling once, exhaling and inhaling again, he let his mind drift.*Raven Säde, seventeen years old, and dreading to enter his boss's backyard, it was a momentous occasion—it would go down in history.The teen who was too afraid to step into his own garden of meeting
Rinzen walked into the treehouse, not so much as treehouse but a house in a tree. A small cottage in a tree, the tiny house, because it essentially was a tiny house, blended the classic notions of a simple wood structure in a tree with modernist angles, clean lines, and other design elements that he couldn't name unless he studied it. The fact that the tiny house opened up from the base of the trunk, suggested that the tree had to be really, really, really old, and had grown spectacularly.The fact that it existed on elven land also explained how it survived and still was thriving, well enough to support a house on its stead.The fact that the house had a minor expansion charm also explained the comfortable set to the house's structure. Not to mention the charms related to the plumbing and electricity in place;"Well you weren't lying it's a small cottage", he agreed, "In a tree", he added, "I think you should have menti
Key for this chapter: * Rinzen's Thoughts * \\ Anyone Else's Thoughts \\ 'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...' ///Memories/// POVs ""Not an Actual Speech or Thought"" ************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (4 pm Nice, France) ************************************************* "I would rather be anywhere else in the world!" Bartimaeus smirked, "Better now than never", he hummed. Sasha Roiz-Ruelle, seventeen and trembling outside his Grandmother's cottage, "If this were a Grimm fairytale, it would be reversed, I'm the wolf
The room had descended into silence for a barely a few seconds, before a raucous yet oddly chilling laugh reverberated around them."You're right", she answered, and "You're not anything like your father", she laughed a manic sound echoing. "You're exactly like that stupid girl my daughter was. Headstrong and stubborn", she huffed pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed again. "Knocked up by that asshole", she muttered recalling a past he had no way of knowing. "Ah… how hard I tried to school you against him, killing all those people", she sighed disappointedly. "What a waste of time, and when I finally thought I'd bought that wenches trust to raise you, she went and told him where and how to find you", she sighed looking to where Bartimaeus pulled the dagger out of his body and set it on fire, "And now this man is your guardian, ugh… don't make me laugh", she huffed, "How much money will it take to get rid of you?" she demanded.
Key for this chapter:*Rinzen's Thoughts*//Anyone Else's Thoughts //'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'///Memories///POVs""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""*************************************************Warning: Alternative POVs*************************************************1-04-2113(7:30 pm AMRITSAREHLI, India)*************************************************'Ek Onkar, satnam'"Shit!"Yasmeen Singh grabbed James and pushed him behind a door, "Shit!" she repeated.
Peter James Haynes had barely stepped into the house when a shrill woman with a voice that bats would envy shrieked in a language he guessed was Hindi, the spell had been fluctuating ever since the moment their feet touched the ground, a clear indication illustrating that the translation spell was being jammed. He should have guessed when he couldn't understand her conversation with the FC rider."Aa gayi Kanjari! Kaha gayi thi tu, aur yeh kaun hai? Ek Firang, vah bai tu to kuch zyada—""Oh shut up!" Jasmine started, "First of all Manisha I don't answer to you, so quit your shrieking!" she said starting in English and then continuing in her own language flawlessly. "Ek toh vaise I've had one hell of a day, uppar se tu shuru ho jati ho! Papa", she addressed someone, "Main Hale Academy vich select go gayi. Kaafi had tak privileged institute hai, aur tuhanu dasan aayi haan", she yelled equally loud.Peter eyed her sta