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  1. Jason He'd found a spot in the garden, a bench under an arbor facing the large patio and the French windows, where he could sit in the weak September sunlight and watch the gathering and, more importantly, be alone. The others were all with family, or circulating with acquaintances, processing and expressing their grief, their connection to one another through their shared humanity. He... he had no humanity to share. Not that he had no feeling about what had happened to Charlie. As at the graveside, there was a sense he could have done better, that he had been lax in not checking up on the absentees. Sean had also not turned up to the group training session that weekend - what if Cody had gone after him while he was alone and vulnerable? At least Jason had checked in on Sean that evening, after dropping Autumn off at home. He'd not done that for Charlie. Not that it would have mattered to Charlie - he had died a day before. But still, perhaps the discovery would have spared Hannah Fuhrman the horror that had awaited her. Perhaps a rescue mounted sooner would have spared Sophia more torment. Perhaps Jacob would not have been attacked or Tawny taken, if he or someone else had checked on Charlie after the shapeshifter had failed to answer his phone. Perhaps, perhaps... perhaps. There was no real guilt, merely a sense of a lesson learned. As with the attempt on his own life, the experiences he survived were enhancing the likelihood that he would survive future such encounters. Next time someone did not answer texts, he would track them down. Next time he was stopped on the side of the road, even if it was by someone appearing legitimate, he would be on his guard, a forcefield a mere whisper of a thought away. Never again would he take his surroundings for granted, or assume a friendly face meant friendly intent. He felt Courtney before he saw her, his awareness of people's Shine picking her out as she emerged from the dining room onto the patio. Most of those present glimmered to his awareness, pinpricks of silver against the velvet of night, but amongst them were brighter lights, and amongst them were the stars that denoted those with true Radiance. Her tinted hair, colour-enhanced to appear deeper red rather than the strawberry blonde that was her natural shade, was drawn back in a simple-looking twist on the back of her head that, from what Jason understood, was neither simple nor easy to do. She appeared, at first glance, to be immaculate - crimson lipstick unsmeared, eyeshadow blended just so. But as her honey-brown eyes rested on him and she hesitated a moment, then made her way across the lawn towards where he sat, Jase picked out minor details that betrayed the cracks in the facade. Her eyes were reddened, her nose a little red under the makeup, her manicured fingernails pressed into her palms. "Not hanging out with Autumn?" she said by way of greeting as she sat next to him. "Not hanging out with Chet?" he riposted. The glamorous redhead made a face. "I'm not hanging out with Chet, period." she admitted. "Been avoiding his ass all week. And as for hanging out with others... well, it's a little noisy." She tapped the side of her head, then indicated the gathering. "Grief like this feels like..." She took a deep breath. "Like sharp knives." He nodded slightly, studying her profile for a moment, then relented a little. "Autumn is with her family. They are still adjusting to me somewhat." he told her. "I see no reason to accentuate my... strangeness in this sort of setting." "Well, yeah. You're pretty strange at the best of times." Courtney smiled wryly, her eyes turning to him. "I guess you don't feel grief. I'm feeling nothing from you right now - just like a still pool." "I register the lack of Charlie in my life." Jason explained, gazing at the house again. "I wasn't as close to him as Cade, or Sean. We only really associated at the weekly gaming table before all of this started. But he did try to reach out to me. He tried to communicate, to understand. That made an impression. There was more to him than I got a chance to discover, and I... resent that being the case." She studied him, noting how the scar loaned an additional hardness to the angles of his features and the cold jade of his eyes. "I just knew him as the theater nerd kid." she admitted. "There wasn't much going on in his surface thoughts most of the time that I cared about - but he didn't usually think bad shit about anyone either. He was one of those nauseating people who try to see the best in people." Her wry smile took the criticism out of her words. "Nauseating?" Jase raised an eyebrow. "Naive, then." Courtney allowed, shrugging. "They think people are like them - decent underneath it all if given a chance to change." Jason made a noncommittal grunt. "I guess you don't share that - of course, I have to guess." She reached out as if to tap his head, then lowered her hand as his eyes fixed on her hand, then locked onto her gaze, his attitude one of sudden stillness. "No getting inside there, is there." "I don't think people change." Jase said softly, his eyes on her face. "They become more what they are. They might show you more of one side of themselves or less of another, but that is a change of behaviour, not a change of nature." "Wow." Courtney blinked, glancing away. "That's pretty harsh, when you think about it. I mean, I'm trying to stop being an unholy bitch to Sean and the rest of you. We're on the same side now, mostly. How do you account for that?" "That you've learned facts, absorbed data which necessitates a change in behaviour." Jase replied, his gaze still on her. "You've learned that your previous path was an unwise one, that we have more in common with you than you first thought. That you are less alone than you first thought." He shrugged. "There's likely also an element of practical self-interest. It would be foolish for you to perpetuate dumb rivalries over high school matters in light of the very real, deadly enemies that we have in common." "Doesn't stop some people, though. Sean is avoiding me still." Courtney's lips twisted ruefully. "You, more than anyone else, made his life hell." Jason shrugged. "It is hard to blame him for carrying a certain level of rancor. For all his intelligence, he's an emotional creature. I think he will come around, though. My hypothesis about nature versus behaviour stands: You remain the same at your core - just with different behaviours expressing that. Arawn didn't make Cody a monster. He already was a would-be rapist and a torturer. I am as I have always been, but now people see it more clearly." "Hmmph." Courtney frowned, scrutinising him. "I think your hypothesis is overly simplistic." "It might be." Jason nodded slowly in agreement. "Behaviourism is a new field of study for me." "It doesn't allow for change - for hope that people can fundamentally change." She argued, pursing her lips slightly. "I don't deal in hope, Courtney." His answer was flat and to the point. "A change in behaviour is not a change in nature. A lion is no less a lion simply because it doesn't eat a goat. It's just a lion that chooses not to eat the goat." "Which are you in this analogy?" "Which do you think I am?" He answered levelly, his gaze on hers. She repressed a shiver, remembering when he'd first met her eyes, a couple weeks ago, and reminded herself that he was someone else's boyfriend right now. What made it harder was she wasn't sure if he was flirting or not, because she couldn't read him. All there was to go on was the unflinching, expressionless gaze. "Not very comforting for the goat, knowing that the lion might choose differently someday." she managed a smile. "Depends whether the goat believes the lion is a creature of whimsy or not. The lion might have good, solid reasons not to eat it." His lips twitched very slightly. "At least three, in fact." Courtney looked away, taking a deep breath. There was something about meeting Jase's gaze that sucked the air out of one's lungs, or so it felt. Especially when the topic was being devoured, an analogy that her mind naturally devolved into something completely sexual. "I haven't forgotten that you promised to help me with my problem, you know." she reminded him. "Nor have I." he replied. "Perhaps this Saturday afternoon, if you're free?" "Can I bring Kat?" she asked immediately. "I... think someone else should be there." That was good for a raised eyebrow. "I'm not going to hurt you, Courtney." She laughed, a soft throaty chuckle. "Oh, it's not because of anything you might do. I'm not sure I trust myself - nothing unique to you: you're yummy and all, but I'd be inclined to jump on any of you Fellowship guys. And I don't want to give Autumn any reason to hate me. If Kat's there, I'll be able to behave where you're concerned." "That's acceptable, yes." He nodded agreement. "And if she can't make it, then rest assured I won't let you jump on me." "Pff. I've heard that before." she teased, then glanced up as Cade came into view, a distracted frown on his features as he approached. "Hey, guys." he greeted them with a preoccupied air. "Was wondering if you'd seen Haruka? My mom's looking for her and she's snuck off with Jolene." "Ah..." Courtney's eyes went unfocused for a brief moment as though she were staring a long way off. "I can feel her down toward the koi pond. Thataway." she pointed down the path away from the arbor. "Thanks, Court." Cade gave her a grateful smile, though the cloud remained over his expression as he headed down the path in the direction she'd pointed. The redhead stared after him, her expression distracted. "What?" Jase asked. "He's in a bad mood." she said, raising her hands in a 'peace' gesture. "I'm not reading his thoughts, just receiving emotions. He's pissed, and confused, and hurt. I wonder why. He's usually almost as calm as you." "Curious." Jason frowned at the tall athlete's retreating back. "A fight with Marissa?" "No idea. And I'm not prying. As far as I'm concerned, getting mixed up in other people's relationships is bad news." Courtney shook her head. "Instead, I'm going to go and wheedle some champagne from a waiter and see what Kat's up to on Saturday." Jason nodded, watching her as she stood, smoothing down her skirt, and walked off, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more.
  2. He didn't feel nothing. When compared to the emotional, mercurial Jauntsens, to his warmly passionate girlfriend, even to the very humanly logical Sean and Cassandra, it was easy to glance at the unperturbed, grave features of Jason Bannon as he studied all the graveside mourners and assume him to be untouched by this moment. It was not the case, but only those that knew him would understand that he did register the loss of Charlie, that his perfect recall was replaying every moment spent in the other teen's company. Every word, every inflection, every smile and laugh from every gaming session or movie hangout at Sean's house flickered before his mind's eye like a movie reel. He'd never been close to Charlie - never really had the chance to be. Most of their association had been with the mask that Jase had worn for the last eight years between him and the world. He'd spent the most time with Sean, and the other young genius might have perceived more to Bannon just from proximity, whereas Charlie had spent at most a few hours a week in his company. Only after the summer break, when everything had gotten weird, had Charlie ever really interacted with Jase, and despite the chilling, off-putting manner of the lanky teen, Charlie had tried several times to understand. Perhaps he, like Autumn, could have been a bridge to Jase understanding the strangely erratic behaviour of those around him. And now he was gone, murdered, his spirit devoured by a for-real monster. Jason didn't grieve, but he did register the loss, did regret the waste and the weakening of his circle. As when he'd heard the news of Charlie's murder, he acknowledged that he should have checked on his friend when he'd not answered his calls, should have driven over there and knocked on the door the way he'd done when Sean hadn't turned up. Perhaps if he had, Charlie would be alive. Or perhaps not. There was no logical way to know the truth of that; the only truth Jason knew was that he'd left his friend alone with their girlfriend for a weekend, and now they were dead. That was another thing, too. Charlie, next to him, had possessed perhaps the most combat-capable power set, and yet was dead. He must have been taken completely unawares, perhaps frozen for a moment from fear or indecision. The parallel was not lost on the young Teulu. He, too, had almost been killed without even understanding what was happening. And yet he had survived, and Charlie was dead. Luck, perhaps - his assailants had been mortal human beings, Charlie's an undying elder wraith. How would he, Jason, have fared if Cody/Arawn had come to the farmhouse that night, or even upon him and Autumn the prior night in the woods? Pride told him that he would not have died easily... but perhaps that was merely pride, or his instinct to fight speaking, and not logic. He listened as Devin said a few words, head cocked. The male Jauntsen seemed utterly sincere, entirely at odds with his usual flippancy. Why should he not be, though? Devin likely felt as responsible as Jase did for not checking on Charlie, or not doing something sooner - he just lacked Bannon's detachment from the immediacy of grief. A wry internal observer wondered if such words would have been said if the rogue marshal's bullets had placed him in the ground next to Charlie. It was hard to know with the Jauntsens, though he was reasonably certain Devin at least would not have wanted him murdered. Green eyes sought the pale, freckled face of his girlfriend next, standing nearby his father and himself with her own family, the Keanes and the Crockers both having turned up together, the adults likely feeling a mixture of relief that it was not their child in the ground, and - very humanly - guilt for even thinking such a thing. The idea prompted Jason to look at his own father, sober and grave in his dark suit, his eyes fixed on the coffin. Was his dad also experiencing that sensation? Probably. Likely most of the parents were, just like most of the other children would be glad it wasn't them. As the service ended, and the knots of people broke up, Jase gave his father a brief one-armed hug, prompting the burlier older man to respond with a rough bear hug of his own. "You okay?" Gar looked into his son's face, noting again the pale scar of the assassin's bullet. He didn't know why he asked - of course Jason was likely okay. Gar, on the other hand, really wanted a drink. "I'm fine." the lanky youth reassured his dad calmly, frozen jade eyes intent on the older man's face. "Are you?" "Need a drink. Will settle for a coffee though." Gar replied, quirking a smile. Father and son turned, heading away from the grave in step, taking their time and each deep in thought.
  3. "Oh hey!" Beth said equally brightly, the conversational equivalent of 'Oh good, something else to talk about'. "We were just talking about Homecoming dates. Y'know, boring stuff." She moved on quickly with a speed that made Cassie wonder how she avoided whiplash. "Sooooo..." her friend went on, circling her finger in the air between the slightly disheveled pair. "This is a thing. You guys run afoul of Ms Forster?" She leaned close. "She's scary, isn't she?" Likewise grateful for a distraction from thinking about the crazy intensity and... fwooshiness that being alone with Jase seemed to spark, Autumn mulled over the question. "She's definitely something," the redhead finally sighed, opening her textbook to the chapter they'd been meant to review the night before. Okay, sure, the gorgeous blonde was a teacher, and also her boyfriend's mom, and a part of the teenaged Shelby native felt a little bit guilty for disliking Ms. Forster when she hadn't really even done anything to her to dislike... But it was hard to shake that first impression from the week before, when she'd barely given her own son a second glance as he sat there bloody in the hallway. "Kind of intimidating," she allowed after a moment, smiling a little up at Bethany. "She'd probably make a killing playing poker somewhere. What's she doing in our study hall, anyway?" "Mr Jelbert had some kind of family thing to get to, I think." Bethany murmured back. "So I guess the new teacher got stuck with the duty." Perennially curious, she glanced at what Autumn was studying, then over at Jase... who didn't have a textbook open and instead seemed to be writing some mixture of text and equations in a fresh notebook. Beth blinked. She could read upside down writing, and even read Cassie's note-taking - which was itself a feat of legend - but this didn't appear to be English that Bannon was scribbling in. Beth turned her head sideways, trying to comprehend what she was looking at. Was that the Russian lettering? What did they call it... Cyrillic! That was it- Then she realised that she'd attracted the attention of a pair of frozen jade eyes, which were regarding her calmly from under the tousled hair. "Uh." she straightened her tilted head and settled back a little in her chair, totally busted in her snooping. There were two options here - pretend awkwardly that she hadn't been being nosy or forge on ahead in the face of that stare. Screw it, she told herself, plucking up her courage. "So... Whatcha working on?" she asked. Jase stared at her for a moment or two more before answering. "A personal project." he replied, turning his attention back to the page and continuing working, his lips twitching in a faint smile. "Mad science."
  4. He was aware of them before they started up the bleachers toward him, though to be fair they were hardly being subtle. Kieran and Todd - though without Chet or any others of the 'coup circle', as Jase wryly labelled them in the halls of his mind. They'd stood down on the field for a few minutes, talking between themselves and eyeballing him - and also looking around with the air of those who were scoping out potential witnesses. Finally, they appeared to make up their minds as to a course of action, and came clomping up the bleachers. For his part, Jason internally sighed, then removed his earbuds and closed his laptop, setting it to one side and looking straight at the pair of seniors as they approached. "We were looking for you in the lunch room." Kieran said as he and Todd came to a stop, one level down. "Chet wants an answer." This again. Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Jase kept them on Kieran. "An answer to what?" "His terms." Todd replied, fighting back the faint chill he felt as those cold eyes locked onto his. "He wants to know if you've reconsidered." "What are you two doing?" Jase asked them, his tone somewhere between rhetorical and disdainfully curious. The two seniors colored, Kieran's fists clenching slightly. "No, seriously." The lean genius held up a hand in a peaceable gesture. "What do you hope to gain from this? Chet's an idiot who will peak in college football, assuming this stupid high school capo shit he's play-acting at doesn't get him expelled. If he's lucky, he'll scrape a degree in Business Studies and come back to run daddy's dealership. And you two? You've got a year of high school left - do you really want to spend it pissing into the wind over some dumb game about 'who runs the school'? Because that's all it ever was: a game - children playing in a doll house." He shook his head slowly, his glacial jade eyes never leaving the pair of them. "You could be more than Chet's stooges, if you wanted to be." His eyes locked on Kieran. "And I know you feel there's some beef between you and me, over what happened on game night." He shook his head slowly once more. "There is nothing between you and me. There is nothing between Stacy and me. 'We' - you, me, her -" he gestured indicating the points of a triangle "- do not exist as a concept. Take her out somewhere nice on Friday, or dump her, I don't care. I've got bigger and better things to do, and I'm not interested in playing out some feud over nothing. So, and I'm asking nicely, drop it. Drop this. Tell Chet he's on his own with his dumbass games, before he takes you down with him." Silence met the tirade - the two seniors looking at each other at possibly the most words either had heard Bannon speak. Finally, Kieran, some of the anger gone from his features to be replaced with sober contemplation, spoke up. "So that's a 'no', then?" he asked with a faint smile. Jase's head tilted slightly, assessing the other boy's expression for a moment. "It's a no." he confirmed with a nod, watching as Todd elbowed Kieran and jerked his head to indicate that it was time to go. "See ya round." Kieran said by way of parting as the two of them walked away. Jason watched them go, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he analysed the exchange. His first impulse, to simply refuse to comply, reiterate a threat to leave him and his alone, and then to respond with violence if violence was attempted, had come easily to him. But it appeared that attempting reason, appealing to self interest, might have been the wiser course. That is, if the rational behaviour lasted. Maybe it wouldn't - perhaps they'd get back to Chet, then be browbeaten or shamed into falling in line once more. He considered for a few moments longer, then shrugged and retrieved his laptop, putting his earbuds in once more. He would prefer not to have to defend himself from reckless children if he could avoid it - but neither was he going to run away or kowtow to those who were, frankly, his inferiors. If they wouldn't listen to reason, then they'd learn in pain. He'd rather the former, for all manner of reasons.
  5. "I will keep it in mind." he replied, with a nod of his head to further accentuate his acceptance of her words, though his eyes never left her face. "Though I can't make any promises about going too far when making amends." he added, a gleam of humor flashing a fin in the calm pools of his gaze. The smile spread from his eyes then, to a slight curve of his lips once more as he studied the vibrant copper-tressed girl on the branch, taking in how the golden sparks of light shone on the freckled ivory of her skin, highlighting the deeper rose of her lips and the darkness of her eyes in the half-light. "So..." he began, the word a slow, low murmur. "I was wondering if you'd like to come down here and make out under the fireflies for awhile." And there it was again, that completely unfiltered, unashamed interest that'd make somebody a fortune if they could ever figure out how to bottle and sell it to lonely people. Pheromones, she remembered distantly, dizzily, as she gazed down into the depthless, ageless green-gold eyes glittering up at her, except that this time there was no crackling campfire to blame for the rush of heat blooming bright beneath her skin. She'd never really thought of herself as fickle, before, but what other excuse was there for going from spitting mad to being ready to literally fall into his arms in a few minutes' time? Well, other-Autumn reminded her with scrupulous, nigh-unassailable logic. He did apologize. Mhmm. Aaand, he meant it, or he wouldn't have- -wouldn't have said it, right. Thanks. "Think you can concentrate enough to keep from burning the whole tree down?" she heard herself say, feeling her own lips curve in a mischievous, answering grin as her attention shifted from the brilliant gold-flecked lambency of her boyfriend's gaze to the shape of his mouth. The smile on that mouth was barely a hint at the edges, but the gleam of mirth in the Effing BF's eyes deepened as he paused for a moment, as if in consideration. Of course, he knew that the firefly effect was contained - none of the sparks could transfer heat: even if he lost concentration or passed out, they would simply fade away after a time. But he understood the mischief, the playfulness in Autumn's question, and so responded in kind. "Only one way for you to find out for sure." he answered, lips twitching in his own version of an answering grin, his tone teasing. "You're so right," she replied, a sudden impish gleam brightening the twilight seas of her eyes in the dim light; she might've forgiven him, but there was something to be said for occasionally, metaphorically, playing with fire. "So, let's see..." Autumn murmured, the slow to-and-fro swing of her feet more deliberate as she swayed a little from side to side, hmming to herself. "We... ask the question first, which we've done. We can't really do much background research to see what kind of results other people have gotten, since there's no real precedent, but we need to come up with a hypothesis. We could just establish what stimuli are likely to make you lose concentration, though, along with the temperature of these lights, and compare that to the amount of heat needed to burn green wood..." Tilting her head in a passable Bannon imitation, she regarded the lean young man whose kisses alone, in her mind, could spark a wildfire. "Or, if science isn't really your thing, we could go hiking instead?" "I was thinking of a more practical experiment. A field trial, if you will." Jase riposted, and then Autumn could feel herself being lifted carefully, but firmly off the branch and down into his arms with such smoothness she barely had time to laugh before she became aware of his arms around her, and his lean body against hers, and his lips right there coming down to meet hers in a firm, possessive kiss. For a few moments longer, the giggles continued as their lips met, and then her own arms came up and around his neck as the giggles became sighs. He was kissing her with barely restrained and poorly concealed passion, his mouth moving slowly against hers as his hands slid down her back to her hips. His teeth grazed her lower lip, drawing a small gasp from her before he broke the kiss, his eyes meeting hers from a mere few inches away. "Still want to go hiking?" he asked, his voice hoarse with the edge of desire as they stood in the waist-high grass under the spreading branches of the apple tree, the golden fireflies winking and flickering overhead. "Mhmm," came the almost immediate response, a drowsy, languid hum as Autumn rocked forward onto her toes, the fingers of one hand toying idly with a lock of dark hair at the nape of Jason's neck. "I even wore the t-shirt." The clean, quintessentially Jase scent she'd come to associate with him surrounded her, and, breathing it in, she leaned closer, unable to resist the temptation it posed. Definitely need to find a way to market this, she mused, if only to make a detergent she could wash her sheets in. And that thought led to another- that there might be more effective ways to make her bedsheets smell like this- and the liquid warmth rushing through her veins glowed with renewed heat. The tip of her nose brushed his; from this close, amid the shifting embers of the miniature galaxies spinning slowly above them in the darkness, his eyes were primeval forests rather than crystalline pools, their depths unexplored and only hinted at in stray firefly-flashes of sunlit gold. It would be easy to get lost there, she knew, just as surely as it would be possible to drown in the remote, icy waters within which that unknowable, ancient awareness swam. Whether warm and lush or glacial and unforgiving, there were no illusions in Jason Bannon's eyes, even considering all the enchantment and wonder he could summon up, and that he had done so for her. That meant something, didn't it? Maybe, yeah. It even alleviated that sense of unfairness a little because even though his thoughts were completely beyond her, his feelings, at least, were easier to understand. "Later, though," she murmured after a moment, her breath a tremulous whisper against his lips. Her palms slid down over his shoulders, his forearms, to clasp his hands in her own and, taking a step back she gently pulled him down with her into the tall, fragrant grass. Citrus and juniper mingled with the warm underlying scent of her skin and hair and the grass and earth beneath them as Jason willingly accepted Autumn's unspoken, yet insistent plea to join her in her makeshift bower. Their hands parted, his sliding up to her shoulder, trailing the backs of his curled fingers up the sides of her neck to gently bury themselves in her Titian mane of hair as they kissed again, and then again, each kiss a fresh spark that blazed as brightly in their young bodies as the faux-fireflies did overhead, and with far more incendiary a result. Autumn’s hands slid under his arms and around him, pulling him close, pressing her body to his and his to hers as though trying to eliminate all wasted space between them, even hooking one leg over his as she gave out a soft whimper at the intensity of liquid desire his kisses evoked. There was a sense of comfortable rightness, however urgent the floods of hormones were that cascaded through the two of them. This love-play was a curious mixture of languor and passion, as though they each, after the trials of the day, craved the close delights of intimacy more than the raw pleasure of carnality. That said, Autumn did not protest at the feel of Jason's hand slipping under her shirt and his fingers gently caressing her flesh, nor did he balk at the way her hips moved with slow deliberateness against the rigidity in the front of his jeans. But there was an unhurried, exploratory joy in these caresses and touches, for all the flashes of lightning they caused to tingle up and down the spines of the entangled teenagers. It was a voice calling their names that brought them, slowly, back to the realm of earthly, mundane things from their rapture in each other. Autumn uttered a soft groan as she recognised her mom's voice, coming closer as it called out again "Autumn? Jase?" "To be continued?" Jase murmured huskily, studying her kiss-reddened lips and desire-drowsy eyes. "Definitely," she breathed, gazing up into the shadows of his features, illuminated now and then by the dim, dreamlike glow of the winking fireflies. It was almost too perfect to be real, with the warmth of their entwined limbs chasing away the faint chill on the evening breeze, and the soft choruses of birds and insects in the distance, and the red-haired girl squirmed slightly in her boyfriend's embrace as she reached toward him, adding one more layer of sensation to the memory she was working to build. The dark, tousled strands of his hair slid through her fingers as Autumn pulled him close one last time, hurriedly pressing her lips to his in a brief, fierce kiss before scrambling up to her feet, brushing bits of broken vegetation from her jeans. "Over here, Mom!" Holding one arm aloft as she called out, Autumn reached down with the other, offering Jason a hand up as much to touch him again- to feel the texture of his skin and the strong, certain hum of his life beneath- as to help him stand. "So I can see." Dana's expression, clearly visible to her daughter as she approached within the illumination of the spread-out cloud of glowing motes, showed more clearly than her tone that she knew exactly what they had been up to. Amusement, exasperation and concern warred on the pretty veterinarian's features as she studied the pair of them, particularly their flushed faces and the strands of grass in their hair. "It's getting close to leaving time, especially as you have school tomorrow, so I left your dad and Gar chatting on the front porch while I came looking for you." she added with a wry quirk of her lips. "I think he's seen enough of you two canoodling for one week - possibly for the year." As she spoke, she glanced at the slowly swirling field of golden stars overhead, just within arm's reach, and despite the maternal pseudo-disapproval in her voice couldn't quite keep the wonder out of her gaze. Shaking her head slowly, she looked back at the two teens, noting that they were still holding hands. Huffing quietly, she shook her head again, plainly incapable of even-ing right now. "Let's get going, Autumn Rae. You'll see Jason again tomorrow." she not-quite commanded, gesturing for the two of them to follow her. Getting caught making out by her mom seemed a little less mortifying this time, thankfully, than when she'd found them on the porch. Or the living room. Or at the Labor Day picnic. A little. And though she could still feel the hot prickle of embarrassment creeping up the sides of her throat and over her cheeks, at least Dana hadn't actually seen anything- especially not where the young Teulu genius's hands had been. Or hers, for that matter, she realized, trying with some success not to grin in the midst of maternal scrutiny. Giving Jason's hand a quick squeeze before reluctantly letting her fingers slip free, Autumn sighed, a full-body exhalation that was as much movement as sound. "I know, I know," she grumbled in answer, falling in a few steps behind Dana and rolling the elastic band off her wrist, looping her unruly mane into a loose half-ponytail as they left the fairy-tale scene behind. And then, overcome by a sudden sense of deja-vu, she stopped, reached back, and grabbed his hand again. We thought the same thing last night, was the unspoken worry that wove her pale, freckled fingers once more through his longer, still faintly tanned ones. "Think you can bring coffee? To share, I mean. At breakfast. Since this morning got..." She swallowed uncertainly, then glanced up at Jase, her eyes tracing the faint line etched into his skin- near-invisible in the pale moonlight, but graven indelibly in her awareness of him. "Y'know," she finished lamely, grimacing a little. "Busy?" Jase asked rhetorically, quietly, his own expression sober as he nodded, his fingers gently tightening around Autumn's. He'd never really considered his mortality before - in that, it could be said, he was similar to most human teenage males. And though the remembrance of that experience of nearly dying did not fill him with fear, he keenly recalled the blackness he'd fallen into, the cusp of oblivion that would have ended all further experience, all existence of 'Jason Bannon'. And, too, would have precluded kissing his girlfriend under a field of fireflies, or sharing coffee with her in the morning. "I'll bring coffee for us both." he assured her as they made their way across the field with Dana, the older redhead pretending she wasn't listening in. Behind them, the fireflies winked out, slowly, returning their surroundings to their normal moonlit mystery. "And I'll see you at breakfast after my run." Autumn smiled at him as they ambled, still hand in hand, around the side of the farmhouse in Dana's wake to where Ian and Gar were waiting. Both older men's eyes immediately picked up on the held hands, but neither teen appeared to care as they stepped up onto the porch. "Thanks for having us over, Gar." Ian turned to the stockier form of Jase's dad, offering a hand, his tone warmer than it had been earlier that night. "No problem." The elder Bannon smiled back as he took the proffered hand, then gently shook Dana's in turn. "We'll have to do it again - only perhaps with more barbecuing and less earth-shattering revelation." "Oooh, barbecue would be awesome," Autumn enthused, releasing Jase's hand as, without preamble, she stepped forward and hugged his father, choosing artless action over just standing there uncomfortably while everyone sort of looked at each other. "This weekend, maybe? And thanks for the coffee," she murmured gratefully, smiling as the momentarily baffled man quickly recovered and looped an arm around his son's earnest young girlfriend in response. "Was nice to see you again, even if the meeting sucked. Have a good night, Mr Ba- Gar," the younger redhead amended, grinning somewhat abashedly as she withdrew. "And," she added, thrusting her hands into the pockets of her jeans to stop herself from reaching out again and slipping her arms around the tall, spare form of the young man who stood by, quietly watching the farewells. "'Night, Jase. See you in the morning." "Come on, you," Ian sighed, draping an arm affectionately around his daughter's shoulders and tugging her firmly away. "We still have plenty left to talk about and I'm sure the Bannons might want to get to bed sometime soon. Goodnight, Gar, Jason, and thanks again." "Goodnight," Dana echoed, smiling faintly as she drew Jase into another of her quick, nigh-unavoidable hugs as the young Teulu went still for a brief moment, blinking in- Autumn’s Bannonology study suggested- what passed for surprise. "And I haven't forgotten what you said when I asked about hurting Autumn," she assured him quietly, regarding the strange, inhuman young man with a sober, searching gaze before offering both men a brief wave and following after her family. "Bye!" Autumn's voice rang out one last time in the night, a pale arm flashing up as she turned back, briefly, before clambering up into the Jeep and vanishing from sight. "Nice people." Gar commented to his son as the two of them stood on the porch, watching as the Jeep reversed, turned, and headed off slowly down the track towards the road. Jase, characteristically silent, offered no disagreement as he gazed after the vehicle's tail lights, storing in his mind the face that had smiled out of the rear window at him before the Jeep had disappeared into the night. The Keanes were nice people, that was undeniable. As with the Cassidys, he found himself liking them, even in the face of Ian's suspicion, concern and paternal protectiveness which, he noted, didn't stop the man from being civil, even friendly at times. Gar gently clapped his son on the shoulder and turned to go indoors, leaving the lean young psychokinetic out on the porch, listening to the distant sounds of the Jeep and the occasional night bird call. He stayed there for some minutes more, alone with his thoughts, before turning and heading inside.
  6. "Designed by who?" Dana asked. "The Ancients, or Precursors if we use Devin's term. Two of them, Coyote and Arawn, wanted weapons against the Darkness, a long time ago. Before Arawn got corrupted or their vessel got stuck here, if I'm any judge. So they used humans as the base, and then used their technology, or perhaps their powers - who knows - to genetically engineer a warrior race. The other Precursors found out and didn't approve, from what I gather, and sealed the new race away in another dimension." Jason took a sip of his coffee. "Glossing over the unimportant details, my mother escaped that place and came here, met my father, and the usual thing happened. So no, I'm not an alien." "Fearlessness, aggression and pragmatism..." Dana mused, feeling those prickles down her spine again. "Traits of a psychopath." "I thought I was, for a long time." Jason nodded. "There are differences, though. I'm capable of in-group loyalty: like a wolf to his pack, or a lion to his pride. The good of those I care about is important to me. More to the point, I am capable of caring about others, fiercely so." He sighed softly. "But I am incapable of intuitive empathy, of remorse, of fear or pity." He looked at Autumn's parents. "I always wondered how I would broach the subject with the two of you, whether it would become necessary, how you would react. In case you were wondering, none of you have anything to fear from me. I... care about Autumn. A great deal. She is more special to me than perhaps even she realises - because she has always sought to understand me, always helped me to understand her. And you have been nothing but kind to me." For a moment, he looked as though he would say more, but he fell silent instead, taking a drink from the mug in his hand, the pale cold pools of his eyes glimmering with some undefined feeling. "Jesus Christ," Ian muttered, shaking his head as he leaned on the table, chin in hand. He sat like that for a moment, scrutinizing the faces of the others assembled and studying, in particular, the aloof countenance of the young man opposite him. Maybe, he allowed, what Jason had said was the real, honest-to-god truth. It wouldn't necessarily be the strangest thing he'd heard so far that day, what with talk of spaceships and ancient gods and dark spirits, and Autumn certainly seemed convinced; she, at least, was easy enough for the canny broker to read. Even if it were true, though, where did that leave them: at the mercy of a young man who was, by his own admission, a minor variation on the theme of psychopathy? “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that,” he admitted, nudging the handle of his mug where it sat on the table, turning the near-empty cup in a slow, irregular circle. “I really don’t. You’re telling me you’re part of some near-human warrior race that can’t feel fear or regret, that can't empathize with other people, that’s designed on a genetic level to be more aggressive… But we don’t have any reason to be afraid of you? I’m not trying to be the asshole, here, but where’s the boundary between this in-group loyalty, and Liam Day? You’re dating my daughter, for crying out loud, and sure, you care about her, but... What happens when you two-?“ “Dad.” Autumn cut in, frowning worriedly, “Just… Just listen for a sec, okay? Anybody, anybody can do terrible things, really awful stuff. And…” she hesitated for a moment, remembering Cassie’s face as the seer had described the fate of the young boy in the basement of the Old Town Hall. Her stomach twisted and she swallowed hard before adding, a little more quietly, “And they do. Just regular people. All the time, even here in Shelly. Maybe they’re sick, or had too much to drink, or had a bad day at work, or.. or they’re just broken inside, somehow. Being human- or not- doesn’t make them any better or worse, any more or less dangerous. The marshals who shot Jase were regular people,” she continued, the openly expressive teen’s eyes bright and liquid with emotion. “Not psychopaths, not Teulu, not special. And they shot him in the head, tried to kill him, just because somebody else told them to and they were scared.” “Sweetheart,” Ian began, but Autumn shook her head, her loose ponytail swaying exuberantly as the elastic band that constrained it struggled to remain in place. “Jase is always going to be Jase,” she insisted, her gaze fixed on her father’s. “Not panicky, not defensive, not violent for no reason. As far as I know, he's never hurt anybody who didn't earn it. He may be more like a wolf, or a lion, than a dog or a housecat, but he’s not some crazy rabid animal just waiting for a chance to bite somebody. Trust me,” the redhead added soberly, only a faint tremor of emotion underscoring her words. “I may not ever know everything there is to know about him, or even close to it, but I'm sure about the last part. Because not only would I not be dating him otherwise, but I’m pretty sure the meeting earlier would’ve been smaller than it was." As she took a long, deliberate sip of coffee, Dana held up a slender hand in wordless interruption. “Before we go any further down this road, there are other things I want to talk about. We can discuss dating and morality once I’m satisfied we’ve dealt with more immediate concerns. All right?” she asked, eyebrows raised in maternal challenge as she gazed intently at both her husband and daughter. “Fine,” Ian sighed in frustration, leaning back in his chair as a chastened and somewhat abashed Autumn nodded, cupping the still-warm mug in both hands to steady them. “Good,” she replied briskly, the emphasis on that single syllable a stone lid closing with sepulchral finality. “Then, now that we’ve finished with the Inquisition for a little while, Gar, what would you like to know about us?” "Oh... uh..." Gar fumbled for a moment, torn between gratitude towards the slim vet for the change of topic and being out of practice with making normal polite conversation. Jason didn't really do small talk and Hank's was a mixture of laconic hmm's and grunts along with the occasional expletive-laden wry observation. Jason's dad took a breath. "Uh, okay. First up, anyone want a top-up on their coffee?" he hazarded, getting to his feet and heading over to the pot. Dana smiled at him, holding out her mug as he came back. "Please, and thank you. It's wonderful." "Specialty place in Great Falls. I've got their business card around here someplace if you want to check it out." Gar said as he poured for Dana, then Autumn. Ian hesitated for a moment, obviously uncomfortable sitting across from the laser-green stare of his daughter's boyfriend, but good coffee was good coffee, and he could foresee the evening being troublesome enough without his being pointlessly rude. Autumn was definitely digging her heels in over her pet alien, and he was experienced enough with Dana's moods to know that, whilst she was concerned, she was not guaranteed to be on his side if there was a parent/daughter set-to. He nodded to Gar, pushing his mug forwards and mouthing his thanks. It was good coffee, after all. "So..." Gar said as he settled down into his chair once more. "I guess the big question comes from the obvious: how'd you two meet?" He smiled faintly. "I know the Kavanaghs go back generations here, and Ian sounds like an East-coast man." He tilted his head curiously. "College sweethearts?" he ventured, sipping from his mug. "Yeah, actually," Ian nodded, visibly relaxing as the subject shifted from supernatural, existential, and potentially ecclesiastical worries to something normal, something familiar. Eyeing his wife’s profile for a moment, the thought surfaced, between ruminative sips of coffee, that perhaps he was wrong about the familiarity. There were subtle differences in her features, in her bearing, suggestions of time’s relentless march and the shifting tides of emotion that he hadn’t noticed before. She looked more like Caroline, he realized, even as Autumn- watching Jason with the avid intensity of a child trying to suss out a stage magician’s secrets- looked more like her than he remembered from his last visit. Everything seemed to be changing around him, on macroscopic and microscopic levels. Was he also changing? he wondered. What would his college-aged self think of the man he’d become? It was an uncomfortable thought; even so, there was a hint of expectation in Dana’s eyes as she turned and looked at him, resting her chin on her hand in a way that remained etched in his memory, somehow unchanged and unchanging, even as the memory of the habitual gesture unraveled the patient weaving of the years. "At least, she was in college at the time,” he added quietly, the pale slate-blue of his eyes warming slightly at the thought. “It’s a boring story,” Dana remarked, although the subtle quirk at the corner of her mouth and the soft wash of pale rose beneath her skin belied her feeling on the matter. “It’s a gross story,” their daughter muttered emphatically into her mug as she braced her elbow on the table, cheek firmly ensconced in palm. Ignoring the pointed criticism from his female audience, Ian tilted his cup toward their host, wordlessly refocusing on the question Gar had asked. “I was 22, I’d finished my brokerage licensing six months prior, and I didn’t have a job yet. I was running out of money, and it was cold.” “It was February,” Dana reminded him teasingly, watching him as she lifted her mug to her lips. “February is cold in New York,” he replied, somewhat defensively. Laughing, his wife seized on the opening he’d provided, shaking her head in robust denial as she wagged a finger in his direction. “Oh, no. I distinctly remember you telling Mom you didn’t know what cold was until you moved here.” “That was just-” he began, visibly affronted, then checked himself. “I was just trying to make conversation, and I was nervous and didn't know what to talk about besides the weather. Your mother could be terrifying.” This last admission was uttered softly, soberly, as if the canny entrepreneur were imparting some secret in great confidence. “Must be hereditary.” Autumn’s eyes were wide and guileless over the rim of her mug as she tipped it up to her lips, attentively studying the titles of the cookbooks on the shelves. Ian choked back a startled laugh as the Keane matriarch levelled sharp, unamused glares at both of her charges. “Anyway,” her father continued with a grin, helpfully warding off any immediate maternal retaliation even as his wife's scowl confirmed his point. “It is cold in New York. It’s just a different kind of cold here. Sort of a-“ “Ian Michael Keane, so help me, if you say it’s a dry cold you are walking home, mister.” The threat was undermined somewhat by a tremor of laughter in Dana’s voice as she mock-glowered at him, then sighed and shook her head again, eyes sparkling as she turned back to Gar. “I’m so sorry. I can’t take him anywhere.” The older Bannon smiled at Dana, his usual air of sad-eyed stoicism lifting for a moment as he threw a wryly sympathetic glance at Ian. "We moved here from the Northwest - I know what you mean about the winters here. But on the upside, at least there's a spring, and the summers aren't all clouds, rain and mosquitoes and last more than one week a year." He glanced at his son, who was silent, watching and listening as he always did when people he was interested in were... being people, his eyes shifting from face to face as he studied their reactions, analysed their words and tone. Those eyes drifted over to meet Autumn's gaze, catching the guileless redhead staring at him avidly, and a faint arch of one eyebrow and twitch of his lips betrayed Jason's smile as Autumn's cheeks turned pink, though neither teen dropped or shifted their gaze for the longest moment. She only looked away, finally, with bronze-flecked cheeks glowing to match her hair, when Ian cleared his throat in that vaguely disapproving paternal way- the auditory equivalent of The Look his wife had perfected. Swiping away the wildflower-strewn lock screen on her phone, Autumn distracted herself from those observant green eyes by tapping out a pair of messages while her father continued. To Cass: [Hey! Totally short notice, I know, but are you still down for the skateboarding thing this week?] To Lilly Pryor: [Hi. I don't know if you have my number already, but this is Autumn Keane. Anyway, if you're gonna be around, next time we're all at the Bannons' or whatever I have something for you.] "...finally got an interview. They weren't a big firm, but the way I saw it, it was at least a foot in the door, right? So there I am, on a Tuesday morning at the beginning of February, standing on the sidewalk outside this little coffee shop. And I'm just- you know, you stop for a second, you don't have a mirror, so you just use a window to make sure you look half-decent. I'd just gotten a haircut the day before, so it still felt weird, and I was just checking, you know? Was my hair sticking up? Was my tie straight? That kind of thing." Almost before she could set the phone back on the table, it vibrated in her hand. That was fast, she mused, wondering which of the girls had been so quick on the draw. From Cade Allister: //Hey autumn, I spoke with Ms. Giles, and got the same deal you were told, I can go help with the cats as long as I get my parents' permission. I don't know when you're planning to go, or ask your own folks, but as I'd said, I'd like to be there to help, even if all I can do is provide moral support, and keep him calm. Maybe we can coordinate this for later in the week?// Chapters, my guy, the redhead sighed to herself, pursing her lips as she turned over possible responses in her head. It sort of made sense for Cade to tag along, at least insofar as he seemed to be good with animals in a weird Dr. Dolittle kind of way, although it was hard to know what he could do while the smilodon was unconscious and- hopefully- getting its natural hardware untangled from whatever Klein's scientists had added artificially. Also, the idea of hanging out with Marissa's fake boyfriend was kind of- Bzzzt Another notification. Glancing somewhat guiltily up at the adults, Autumn slid her chair back from the table, scooping up her coffee as she murmured a quick, "Sorry," at the interruption and retreated to the periphery of the room. From Cass: //Yeah! Thats just the distraction i need right now! What day is good 4 u?// Hmm. That was a good question. In theory, tomorrow afternoon was supposed to be spent going over her family journals with Jase, but now that her family knew about the whole Teulu thing, about the fact that he wasn't human... A knot of anxiety twisted uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach, warring with the near-ambrosial warmth of the Bannons' coffee. "...So anyway," Ian continued, nodding at his daughter in acknowledgement, "it gets cloudy for a second and I can see through the glass, and there's this girl on the other side." Dana shook her head, smiling at the memory as she took another sip from her mug. "And she's just..." The cool, distant blue of the businessman's eyes warmed, his expression softening. "Just wow. Really, really just... Freckles, gorgeous eyes, and the cutest nose-" "Ian," his wife admonished him firmly, but without rancor, as the older redhead's rosy cheeks demonstrated beyond a shadow of a doubt that Autumn came by her blushes honestly. The girl herself, pacing idly around the edge of the kitchen as she remained glued to her phone, gave a soft ugh of protest and glanced briefly heavenward. Gross. "All right, all right. So there's this totally adorable girl, and the worst part- the absolute worst," Ian grimaced, "is that she's making faces back at me. I was so embarrassed I could've walked into traffic." Bzzzt The sound of Dana's laughter filled the kitchen, then, interrupted only by her vehement protests. "Ian Keane, you know good and well I wasn't-" "Let me finish," he interjected, grinning as he held up a hand to forestall further comments from his furiously blushing bride. "So as I was saying, I was horrified. How long had she been sitting there making fun of me, knowing I couldn't see her? I'd been nervous before, about the interview, but after that..." From Lilly Pryor: //Do you think we could meet up some time before? I think I need your help.// Autumn's brows knit together in a frown as she paused mid-step, head tilted slightly. What in the world would Lilly Pryor need her help for? It wasn't like they'd ever been more than tenuous acquaintances, at best, and after the way she'd acted on Sunday... With another soft, almost inaudible ugh, the outdoorsy teen tried to imagine happier, more pleasant things, like the smell of wood smoke, sunlight filtering down through the canopy of leaves overhead, the sound of the creek running over the rocks along the bank, and slow-burning kisses from a boyfriend with smoldering jade eyes... Okay, maybe not that much happier, she reflected wryly, turning away from the table as the tell-tale sensation of warmth crept inexorably up the sides of her face. But at least the thought itself was distraction enough. Taking a long sip from the swirling mixture of tan and ivory in her mug, Autumn peered at her screen and began thumbing through responses to the texts she'd gotten, proceeding in the order in which they'd been received. To Cade Allister: [Um, sure? It'll probably be this weekend, I can text you when I have more info. I'm aiming for Saturday, but it depends on when my dad can be here.] Her parents, despite the revelations of the last couple of days, were being very- almost conspicuously- chill. She wondered if seeing what their daughter was capable of- beyond tinkering with a patch of grass- would change that. Using her powers on a living thing... Only one way to find out, I guess. In spite of herself, the young redhead grinned as she tabbed over to the conversation with the plucky blonde journalist. The idea of learning how to skateboard from Cassie had been kind of a spur-of-the-moment thought, just something new to try, but being able to just hang out with somebody and 'do activities' without any expectation seemed more and more appealing by the day. To Cass: [Yes! Okay. Um, Thursday, maybe? I know there's other stuff going on, but would be nice to just not think about it.] And then, since the Amazonian athlete hadn't given her anything else to go on yet... What kind of help? With what? Jesus, Jase was more forthcoming than this. At least he would- Grimacing, Autumn mentally applied the brakes to that train of thought. It wasn't constructive or kind, and if Enterich really had screwed with her, maybe Lilly wasn't feeling like herself. It's not like the Girl Scout had any historical evidence to compare it to, after all. To Lilly Pryor: [Um, maybe? Like, at school, or...?] "...that she wasn't actually teasing me. I guess I had some-" "Spinach," Dana clarified, still grinning as she cast a surreptitious glance over at her daughter, pacing the kitchen with her face buried in her phone. Idly, she wondered what had the girl so fascinated, when any other time she'd be fixated on the laconic young man across the table. Did it have something to do with the discussion about his mother, or the argument...? Hm. "Some spinach in my teeth, yeah," Ian conceded sheepishly. "Probably from the omelette, earlier. I finally got it, and I guess she could tell from the look on my face, because she just started laughing, and scribbled something on a napkin. And when she held it up to the glass, it just said, 'Good luck!' with this little smiley face. And then I had to actually, genuinely run, because I was about to be late for the interview," he concluded with a shrug. Gar chuckled, glancing at the grinning Dana. "Hey, at least you told him, right?" he quipped, causing Dana to snort from restrained laughter as she leaned fondly against her husband. "He was totally cute checking himself out in the glass, though." Dana confirmed, taking a drink from her mug. "Spinach and all. My friends all thought so too." "Yeah, yeah." Ian mock grumbled, smiling a little. "Laugh it up. So anyway, later on..." Unobtrusively, Jason slid out of his chair as the adults talked and moved over to the fridge, ostensibly to get a cold bottle of water to drink, but it was largely a convenient pretext for him to lean against the kitchen counter and watch Autumn as she paced, chewing adorably on her lower lip as she considered the screen of her phone. He wondered, idly, who she was texting, what was being said - but that was largely just so he had a context for the flickers of expression in her wide blue eyes and eminently watchable features rather than from any real interest in what others were saying. Now and then he glanced towards the kitchen table, regarding his father sitting with the Keanes, listening to them talking about how they met. He found the story interesting, for more than one reason. It was an insight into the younger people Autumn's parents had once been. It was a story about meeting and bonding with another person. It was... normal, and wholesome in some way that he felt was positive, but was still working on defining why, exactly. It was curious - he assumed that most couples had a 'first meeting' story, but it had never mattered to him before. Jack and Carolyn Cassidy, for instance. A working, stable marriage with three kids, he'd often considered the Cassidys as a good example of how to 'family'. How had they met? Would he, in years to come, sit around a table and share the story of how he'd met Autumn - by walking into the girl's bathroom and scaring her silly? It occurred to him that he already had shared that tale, with Dana, who'd found the anecdote wryly amusing. So, was his and Autumn's random encounter a 'meet cute'? He'd have to ask... From: Lilly Pryor: / Jase said I should talk to you about getting help with the... nightmares... I've had the last couple of days..// ... From: Lilly Pryor: // I dunno. Ask him. He just said you could help.// The screen, with the messages still on it, was held up in front of his face as he lowered the bottle of water from his lips. Jason gazed at the exchange between Lilly and Autumn, then at Autumn's face, then back at the messages again, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to work out what was amiss. Because something was amiss. Autumn wasn't flushed or angry-looking, but she seemed to be expecting something from him as she stared hard at his face. Jason's nascent relationship radar detected the blip, but couldn't for the life of him work out what it was. "That seems correct..." he said softly, shifting his brilliant emerald stare from the phone's screen to Autumn's gaze. "She complained of having night terrors, and I suggested you might be able to help, due to your gift." He tilted his head to one side. "Was I wrong?"
  7. Lunch The bell rang to herald the end of third period, Mr McRiley's voice rising above the sudden relaxed clamor of the dozen or so students in his AP Calculus class, reminding them all of the end of week test on Friday as Jase swung the strap of his satchel onto one shoulder and made his way out into the suddenly bustling halls, sidestepping the boisterous cluster of football players in their team jackets as they all-but charged past in the direction of the cafeteria. One or two of them glanced his way, but nothing more as he headed in the other direction to his locker, his eyes and other senses taking careful note of the motion of the crowd ahead and around him despite the relaxed, straight-backed gait he moved with. He had, after all, cause for caution. Twice in two weeks he had been attacked, once here in school, and Chet had made clear that he and his clique had hostile intentions. For all that it was unlikely Chet and Co would risk suspension or expulsion by attacking him openly on school grounds, Jase wasn't going to underestimate their capacity for stupidity. He also wasn't going to passively take it next time some moron laid a hand on him. But that was still a hypothetical issue - it could be that Chet was all hot air and no action. At any rate, he was going to keep an eye out. He spun the dial on his lock with practiced ease, swinging open the locker and switching out his morning's books with the ones he would need this afternoon before grabbing the plastic container with his lunch in from the top shelf where it sat, condensation forming on the sides. He noted with satisfaction that it was still cold, the small amount of Shine he'd pushed into keeping it refrigerated dissipating as he released it from his power. As impressive as flying or firenados were, being able to keep things warm or cool was definitely a more practically useful application of his gifts, and though it would take a small investment of his reserves to maintain for any longer than a few hours, that was enough to, say, keep his lunch chilled until he was ready to eat it. A few minutes later, he was moving up the bleachers to the top row at the far end, his habitual perch when he wasn't lunching in the cafeteria. Settling down, he extracted his laptop from his satchel, plugged in his earphones, and started up Rosetta Stone's German language course. As the lesson introduction played, he messaged a PlopBox link to Cassie with all the data he'd collected about Shelly, then opened the Tupperware container and picked up a fork. A brush of his power had the contents steaming and he set to, now and then pausing his chewing to mouth a phrase the recorded instructor was accentuating. Even so absorbed, however, he frequently would glance up, taking in his surroundings and those in them with a calm, narrowed gaze, before again turning his attention to German grammar.
  8. First Period: Chem Class (Cassie, Autumn & Jase) "Okay, settle down." Ms Lafferty's voice rose over the hubbub as the bell rang signalling the start of the class. There was a buzz in the air this morning, she noted, likely due to the drama of the last few days. She herself had been shocked at hearing of the murder of Charlie Cole, and the kidnapping of two young women - all of whom were students of hers. It just wasn't the sort of thing one expected in Shelly - at least in her limited experience of the last four years. Her gaze was drawn to the trio currently settling into their seats at one of the front lab benches, two of whom hadn't been present at yesterday's class. Nor had Marissa Jauntsen, for that matter. An attack, break-room rumor had it. Or rather, she corrected, staring at the pale new scar on Jason Bannon's right cheek, another attack. Twice in two weeks the young man had been sent to the hospital, and when that was stacked next to the murder/kidnapping of Labor Day and other rumors she wondered what sort of place Shelly really was, under the idyllic surface. "I'm reasonably sure most of you did the required reading last night regarding acids and bases." she went on, her gaze moving away from Jason and sweeping over the rest of the class. "So today we're going to do some practical experimentation, so you can see the principles in action." She pointed to one of the lab-partner pairs. "Will and Terry? Could you come and help me with the equipment trolleys, please? Each bench gets one tray - everyone gets a pair of gloves and goggles." As her conscripted help doled out the equipment for the day's practical, she paused at the trio's table. "Cassandra, you were here yesterday's lesson. Help Autumn and Jase out - I'll give your bench a little more time to get things done." Then again..., she mused as she met the impassive glittering stare of the tall lean youth say between the two girls, recalling that test in the first week, with it's too-advanced questions. The one young Mister Bannon had aced. "That is, if you need it." she added, almost as an afterthought. Or was it a challenge - she wasn't too sure herself. She restrained herself from asking if he was okay - obviously he was, or he wouldn't be in school, right? And anyway, what she really wanted to know was 'what happened?' And that was crossing a line, wasn't it? Saying nothing more, she moved away and headed over to Marissa and Cade Alister's bench, to give them the same extension. "I... did not do the required reading last night," Autumn muttered, a guilty flush stealing into her cheeks as she glanced at Cass, gingerly accepting the offered PPE as the designated equipment carts made their rounds. " I didn't know there was any. Do you have any idea what we're supposed to be doing?" she whispered, blue eyes flicking briefly up to Jase's features, and then at the pretty blonde's. "Okay," said Cassandra, putting her book on the desk. "So last time we talked about the pH scale, and how it's kind of backwards. More acid means it goes down. And it starts at seven instead of zero because scientists are kind of lame. And we talked about concentration and how to measure it, which I think is what we're supposed to be doing here. We should have some of that special paper...somewhere..." She rummaged around on the desk until she spots a beaker with strips of litmus paper. "Here we go." Then, "Yeah, it's going to be a boring one I think this time. Sorry. I was hoping for 'melting stuff in vats of acid,' but looks like that's not on the next test." "It'll be fine." Jase's murmured reassurance to Autumn was matter of fact as he pulled on his goggles, and positioned the beaker of litmus strips where they could all reach it, amusement glinting in his green eyes as he glanced at Cassie. "Do you really want to melt stuff in acid? Because if you do..." "I mean, if it's a choice between that or watching paper turn colors..." Cassie paused, as if recalling who she was talking to. "But otherwise, not really?" Then she looked at the beakers. "Maybe a little." "Honestly," Autumn admitted, her nose crinkling slightly as she peered at the quirky young journalist through the lenses of her protective eyewear and tugged on her gloves, "I'll take boring all day long today. Bring on the colored paper." Cassandra obligingly started setting up the beakers, carefully pouring fluids from labeled flasks into each one, then mixing water into each one in proportions specified on the handout they got. She chuckled on stirring them with the glass stick. "I like the little noise these make. It'd be kinda cool if you could make glass tougher so it didn't break, then use it for drumsticks." tink tink tink "It's weird that our stomachs are full of this stuff." "One pH hydrochloric acid, to be precise." Jase opened his notebook, idly flipping a pencil around in his hand as he watched Cassie mix the solutions. "This stuff's closer to lemon juice in strength." "Well, it doesn't smell nearly as good," Cassie comments, wrinkling her nose. "What's in your stomach is diluted, anyway," Autumn countered thoughtfully as she watched the eraser of Jase's pencil twitching back and forth, her toes skimming over the tile floor with every restless swing of her feet. "It's not concentrated enough to be dangerous. It is kind of weird, though, to have it just sloshing and churning around inside us. Speaking of, did you get to eat breakfast this morning, Cass?" The redhead grinned a little, reaching over to grab some of the test strips if only to be doing something while the other half of Team Pluck set up the day's experiment. "Technically yes," Cassandra replied evasively. "I did eat a thing. I was in kind of a rush though. Do you think hash browns go bad? I wonder if I could make a whole bunch of hash browns and just store them by the door so I can grab one as I go out." Then she frowned. "Bacon'd get them though. He'd find a way. Hm." Frowning as she regarded her friend more seriously, Autumn shifted a little in her seat. "They one-hundred percent would go bad, yeah. Maybe a box of Pop-Tarts or something? Packs of trail mix?" Cass shrugged. "You gotta toast pop-tarts. Trail mix could work maybe." She stared at the beakers for a moment, then shook her head. "I'm going to have trouble focusing on this. Someone elbow me if I zone out." Smoothly, Jason reached over and moved the flasks to in front of him. "I've got it." he told her in a quiet tone. "You just make the notes. Did you have trouble sleeping? Is that why you were in a rush?" "And since when do you have to toast Pop-Tarts?" the redhead asked skeptically, peering sidelong at Cassie as Jase rearranged the table. "You just rip open the package and eat them. I mean, sure, you can toast them, but you don't have to." The face Cassandra makes at Autumn's suggestion is a mask of horror. "You do that? Really?" Jase also paused, staring at Autumn for a moment's pause as he blinked, slowly. "Anyway...uh...I slept mostly ok, I guess, but I just wanted to get to school early. I've only got another day before I have to have an article ready for the paper and I figured I could get some work done before Leila got in." Cassie rolled her eyes. "But she apparently has an apartment in the room somewhere." Giving her boyfriend a quick, one-shouldered shrug accompanied by the arch of a copper brow, the red-haired savage gave him a defiant little smirk. And? her expression seemed to say. "Oh, gross. And we've been so busy with the... uh... Extra-curricular stuff, you haven't had time to work on it." Nudging the pretty blonde a little with her shoulder, Autumn offered her a faint smile of encouragement. "Still, you've got 'til tomorrow. It's just the beginning of the year, no big deal. As long as it's not some crazy expose about Shelly's history, aliens, and human experimentation, I think you're good. Just, like, do a fluff piece about the oceans being on fire and someone with cancer crowdfunding their chemotherapy. It'll be fine." Cass winced at that. "So...what if it was?" she asked. "Not saying it is. Just...what if it was?" Jason turned his gaze on Cassandra this time, the corners of his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined her expression as though peering at her through a microscope. "Um. What?" It was Autumn's turn to look at her friend, all levity draining from her voice. "Even hypothetically, that's... Wow." "I just...I know. Okay?" Cassandra said. "I know. It's dumb. I should just do what you're saying, write a stupid story about something dumb, because it's just a school paper and who gives a shit? That's exactly what Leila was saying." She pauses. "...I think. Anyway. I know. It's just...ugh, you know? Like...uuuuuuugh." "Does Leila know anything?" Jason asked. And there was this to be said about his manner: it was very still, very calm. A pool with no surface ripples. "I mean..." Autumn began- and then paused, exhaling as Jase interjected. Cassie shook her head. "I haven't told anyone anything. But don't you think... I mean people have died over this. People will go to funerals, and never know why. The whole town has been at the center of this and no one's ever known, and that just feels wrong." "That's not specifically what he asked, though," the redhead commented quietly, surreptitiously glancing over at their teacher and back again. "Whether you told her or not, do you think she knows anything?" "You guys, she thought this whole thing was a sex cult," Cassandra sighed. "She's totally clueless. That, or a pretty good actress." "Mmm," Autumn nodded, a tiny furrow appearing between her brows as she frowned, teeth catching at her lower lip. Cassandra seemed to finally catch the mood and frowns. "Why? What makes you think she'd know something?" Jason relaxed, though the only clue to this was a faint sense of animation returning to his expression. "Or suspect. There are rumors flying around - and a lot of us have been skipping classes. How plugged in is Leila to the rumor network?" "That's why she thought we were in a sex cult," agrees Cass. "She's plugged in enough to know we're in on something. But she doesn't really...care?" Cassandra wrinkles her nose again. "She actually wanted in, so...there's something we can throw into the acid right now." "I mean," Autumn suggested with another shrug, resolutely not looking at her boyfriend as a faint pink flush crept up the sides of her face. "You could just write about a sex cult. I'm sure there's plenty of room for one." Cassandra waggled a little glass stick. "Thought about it, but it turns out that is actually against the bylaws for the newspaper here. Buncha prudes." "So, back to your other question..." Jason started laying out strips of litmus paper in accordance with the worksheet's instructions. "About it feeling wrong. Do you mean you want to tell the story?" "Hell yes," is her immediate reply. "After all the bullshit we've seen and gone through, and what this means for the world...of course I do. And, obviously I know no one will believe it except crazy people, and that'll make me seem crazy too. Like I said. I know. I've been thinking about this a lot. But like, even more than I want to tell people, I don't want to lie about it. I don't want to cover it up. Just pretend it didn't happen. Gaslight the planet into thinking nothing happened." Peering over at the paper Jase was working from, Autumn squinted at the upside-down print and laid out her test strips in a mirror of what she could see from her side of the table, glancing at Cassie as she explained her feelings on the matter. "So is the issue how to do kind of both things, or...?" Noting Autumn trying to decipher the worksheet, Jase gave her a small smile and turned it 180 degrees towards her. "I think, sooner or later, the story will break itself." he said quietly. "I can't imagine all of this, statistically speaking, staying quiet forever." "Not if Aeon has anything to say about it. Or Branch 9. They'll just...sit on it. Like they always have. I don't think any of this is really a big change from the way they see things. Just another development." Cassandra shakes her head. "It's just that I've been on the other end of this. I spent almost a year researching Crossroads and trying to get a straight story, and getting nothing but runarounds and lies and fake leads and... Now I feel like I'm being asked to participate in that." "Well, yeah, because the people running Crossroads are working with Enterich. Or he's working with them. They can't get away with anything if people know about what they're up to." Tilting her head thoughtfully, Autumn mulled over that idea. "So, this article. Is it going to be just, like, tinfoil hat stuff, or are you giving them receipts? Because I mostly agree with you on the whole ethical issue, but is telling the whole truth going to help, or hurt?" "Every answer you give will lead to more questions. There won't be such a thing as only giving the high points of the story." Jase added, his eyes flicking up to study Cassie. "That will lead the world to our doors, for good or ill." "Yeah," Cassie sighs, deflating. "And it'll read like science fiction anyway. Like I said. It's a dumb idea. I know." She picked up a litmus strip and dabbed it into a beaker. "It's just been bothering me, and...it's making writing this article really hard." "Nnn-hnn," Autumn shook her head. "Not a dumb idea. Just not something I think you should have to decide on your own, and in only a couple of days. Like you said, it's a huge deal, and the worst-case scenarios for both arguments are fucking awful. Is there any way to write a lead-in, or..." Gesturing vaguely with a gloved hand, she made a face. "Like a filler article, or something? I mean, yeah, it probably will get out at some point, I just don't know if now's a good time. Or," she amended, "what a good time would look like for something like this." "That's just it. When's a good time? The arguments aren't going to change." Cass shakes her head. "I don't know. I only ever started doing any of this because I wanted to find out the truth about how dad died. Now I know the truth. I don't know why any of this still matters to me. I should be done with it now. I don't owe anyone anything. Shit." She pulls the overexposed litmus strip back out and drops it in to the little sink at the edge of the desk. "Your tone implies that it does still matter to you, even though you cannot find a logical reason why." Jason made a couple of notes as he examined a strip of litmus paper, set it aside, and reached for another one to dip into a second flask, carrying the testing out with casual precision. "Perhaps the only person you owe it to, then, is yourself?" "Or... How about this?" Fiddling with her pencil as she squinted at the colored strips and the corresponding chart on the desk, Autumn pursed her lips. "Could this article tell the truth in a way that gets people to ask their own questions? Like, not naming names or pointing fingers, but looking at historical patterns and rumors, and letting people believe or not until you decide how to handle it?" "Because people in Shelly... kind of know something's up. At least, some of the families do," she added quietly, considering what she knew of the Kavanagh history and wondering how these public revelations might change things. "Have for generations." Cassandra opened her mouth to point out the problems with that, then closed it again. She looked off to one side, almost visibly thinking. "You know, at first I was going to say that would still attract attention," Cass says finally, "But...it's different. They wouldn't be asking how I knew, they'd be wanting to tell me things." Abruptly she reaches over to Jase's notebook and tears off one of the pages underneath the one he's working on now. Then says, "Jase, I need to borrow this for a second," as she took a pen out of her backpack and started scribbling on the note paper. "Would you like all the compiled research I did into Shelly's history?" Jason asked, unperturbed by the casual vandalism of his notebook. "It's the stuff I presented - in condensed form - at that meeting in Bunnee's. My notes have various statistical signifiers - pointing out that Shelly is unusual for many reasons, not least of which because it's so small despite being a natural crossroads in the roads and railways." "That would save me a ton of time," Cassandra agreed. She sits up higher and looks at the notepaper, then nods and folds it up. "Okay, it passes the test. I think you saved my butt, Autumn. I owe you a...I don't know, a cheeseburger? What's the going rate for a butt these days?" "And there's the interview with Laughing Joe, too, if you want to talk about the kind of mythical, cultural side of stuff, as well." Smiling sideways at the inquisitive blonde, she pretended to consider the question, tilting her head to and fro with a mock-sober expression before declaring, "Cheeseburger sounds good. After boarding school tomorrow?" "Yeah, that's good. Also, are we still on for the skateboarding thing?" "That's what I meant," Autumn laughed, discarding one of the blue litmus strips and grinning as she wrote down the result. "Yeah." "Oh shit, boarding school," Cass laughs. "God, I get so tunnel visioned." "I'll Google Drive the files over to you at lunch." Jase told Cassie. "Along with my summary." "Mmm...maybe no summary. Just the raw research. I might get tempted to crib. Bad form." Cassie flashes Jase a smile. "Can't do ALL my work for me, ya know?" He nodded, approval flashing a fin in his depthless jade eyes. "Alright, then." he replied with the faintest twitch of a smile as he glanced back down at his worksheet. "And," Autumn added, "if it helps, we're gonna look into some old journals I got from my grandparents' house tonight, family stuff that goes back before Shelly was Shelly. It won't be useful for an article tomorrow, but maybe for this ongoing investigation you're doing? Y'know." Casting another sidelong glance at Cass, she nudged her friend again. "The lead-in for your Pulitzer." The smile Cassandra turned on Autumn is quite the reversal from her earlier cloudy mood; a crepuscular ray shining through. "That would be both badass and awesome, much like yourself. I feel like...tying it to a family will make the whole thing kind of...resonate? Feel real? Not just some kind of 'I'm just asking questions' internet conspiracy bullshit kinda thing. That's definitely going to be something I have to watch out for. Will you guys mind reading it over too? I feel like you'd be ok telling me where I fuck it up." "Wait, seriously?" the expressive redhead squeaked softly, eyes widening at the suggestion. "You'd let me read it first? Holy shit, Cass, that's... Um, yes, definitely! Thank you!" Jase's head tilted slightly as he studied Autumn's reaction, then glanced at Cassie. "Of course. I'd be happy to go over it." "Hell yeah!" Cassandra held up a hand for Autumn and Jase to high five. "You guys are the best. Lets melt some shit for science." "Ahem." Ms Lafferty's cough brought the celebration to a standstill, as the teens looked around to see her standing at the end of their bench with a faintly disapproving expression. "Melting... 'stuff' is not the objective here, Ms Allen." she admonished with a raised brow. "Can I assume from the high-fiving that you've finished the experiment already, then?" "We definitely made a breakthrough," Cass reported with a grin. Conspicuously studying the paper in front of her, tapping the eraser end of her pencil on the tabletop, Autumn choked back a laugh. "It's, uh. Still a work in progress, ma'am," she managed awkwardly.(edited) "Cassandra apparently really likes science." Jason said, as deadpan as only he could manage, only his friends spotting the sly glint of ancient humor in his eyes. "We should be done soon, Ms Lafferty." "Good." The Chemistry teacher paused a moment longer, eyeing the suppressed smile on Autumn's face and the grin on Cassie's. They were more informative than the blank poker face of the young man sitting across from them, but she decided to let it go this time. "Carry on, then." she added, turning and moving off along the rows of benches.
  9. Jason, 0720 He ran laps of the football field, pushing himself as he always did to move that little bit faster, to do that extra lap within the time he allotted for his run. He wasn't the only runner who made a habit of getting in his daily laps at the school before breakfast - but he was the only one not a member of one of Shelly High's various athletics teams. At his ground-eating lope he passed some girls hoping to make first line for the soccer team, encouraging each other, faces red and sweating as they jogged steadily around the field. Then he smoothly overtook two of the football squad, his lean form cutting past them like a whippet past a couple of labradors. He wasn't the fastest or most tireless athlete at Shelly High - before all the weirdness, that honour would likely have gone to a coin toss between Cade or Lilly. Now it was likely Lilly, given the superhuman boost she had acquired to her physique. But even with those titans of athleticism set aside, Autumn had more boundless energy, Devin, with his acrobats training, had more grace in motion. If there was a word to describe Jason Bannon's athleticism, it would be tenacious. There was a determined implacability in how he ran: sure-footed, fleet, focused on what he was doing as though running down quarry, a participant in a chase in which the outcome would be inevitable. Other teenagers trained their bodies for all manner of reasons. As a hobby - something they'd gotten into and enjoyed doing and so kept up. Some trained to take part in prestigious competitions or win places on school teams. Some were just active and energetic, always running, never seeing a river they didn't want to swim or a cliff they didn't want to climb to the top of. Some were tired of being out of condition, weak or fat, picked on by others or wanting more self-respect. And for some, it was their solace against the world, the place where they set the pace and the standards, and didn't have to worry about anyone else. Jason, from early adolescence, had deliberately taken to training his body for the same reason he trained his mind - to sharpen it, to hone it so it would do the bidding of his Will when he desired it to. To be slow, to be stupid, or to be oblivious was to be prey, some deep instinct had informed him early in his life - and having observed the piranha tank of school life, such an instinct was certainly accurate, even if the dangers were not necessarily mortal. Now, though, his innate philosophy had been proven even more correct. If he had been just a little less observant, a little slower in putting the clues together, he would be dead from yesterday's attempt on his life. The only thing that had saved him was the suspicion roused by the marshal wearing gloves in summer. And even then, he'd have died if not for others. And today... Today he'd been very alert on the drive to school. Was very alert now, in fact. Not jumpy, or paranoid, no. Aware would be the best term to use. He could almost feel people's eyes on him, almost hear the buzz of their whispers as he loped around the track. More, he was very aware of... Well, everything. He felt more in tune with things, generally. As he finished his run and stepped off the track, hands on his hips and breathing deeply, out of habit he let his third eye focus on the world around him. As he'd thought, something had changed. Before, he just had a vague sense of Radiance - emanating from every living thing, a warm golden light. Now, he found he could look at a person and see their personal Radiance, that spark of life, soul, whatever one could call it. Anima, perhaps. Interesting. Taking a moment as he put himself through slow stretches, he fell deeper into the semi-trance, extending this sixth sense out. Before, that vague sense of Radiance had only extended outwards so far - perhaps a thousand meters. Now... he blinked, falling out of the trance and stumbling a step mid-stretch. Looking around, he sat down on the grass and closed his eyes once more, focusing more intently. A sea of candle flames spread out for kilometers around him. Each one, he instinctively knew, was a person, each with that life spark. Here and there brighter ones, their steady glow more intense, stood out from the flickering flames around them. The Fellowship, it had to be. Each of them was a small star, almost occluding the flames near them. He narrowed his focus down, recalling when Cassie had shown him how she perceived the world. Yes. Insects, plants - motes of glowing plankton-sized lights in and around the brighter flames and the even more brilliant stars. And there, in the center of Shelly... no flames, scant plankton. The shadow left around the Old Town Hall. Not as broodingly malevolent as once it had been, it was still an unsightly blotch to his new way of seeing. This intrigued him. Some of the others had manifested multiple categories of 'gift' - Cassie and Kat both having telepathy in addition to their main schticks. for example, and Autumn sharing Charlie's ability to sense living things at a distance - so it wasn't strange that he, too, was suddenly experiencing a new development. It was very similar to Cassandra's initial manifestation of power - some manner of clairvoyance or ESP. Something else to evaluate and explore, definitely. For now, though, he stood up, finished his stretches as swiftly as was practical and, turning, headed for the showers. Autumn had texted him saying she'd see him at breakfast, and teasingly poked him to bring coffee. Mysteries of new abilities were all very well, but they could wait in the face of a freckled nose crinkling up in a smile and wide, blue eyes framed by red-gold fire.
  10. Jase nodded to the Keanes as they turned to go and collect their daughter, then exchanged glances with his dad. Gar, having just glanced around himself to take stock of who was left, nodded once in acknowledgement. "Ready to go?" It was as much a statement as a question - Gar was not good at large gatherings at the best of times, and this one had him itching to crawl back into a bottle. "Almost." Jason replied. "Just going to have a word with Lilly, see how she is." "Alright, yeah. Guess she's been through it hard, from the sound of it." Gar nodded thoughtfully. "Want me along to run interference with her folks?" "It's okay, dad." Jase's lips quirked in a faint smile. "I am what I am, I did what I did. It's not your responsibility - whatever the Misti's of the world think. I'll catch up with you in the parking lot." "Alright. I'll get Teresa Allen's number, then I think I've got the whole set and the complementary binders." Gar quipped, patting his son on the back. "See you outside." The Pryors were themselves just done exchanging numbers with those closest when the tall, spare figure of Jase approached them. Both of Lilly's parents were wary, their smiles tighter as they met the unconcerned, cold green ice of the young man's stare, and it didn't escape him that they moved almost unconsciously to form up protectively either side of their daughter. He didn't let it concern him: they didn't know him well and what they'd heard here tonight wasn't salutary - at least by civilised human standards. Their protectiveness was understandable behaviour, that was all. "Lilly." he said in his usual quiet tone as he came to a stop before them. He studied her, eyes calm in a scarred face as he took in her appearance. "I'm glad you're... here." he said, substituting the last word at the last second. His head tilted slightly. "How are you, other than the obvious?" As the teens spoke the elder Pryors listened them, Cassandra trying to not be too terribly overt about it by feigning interest in something or someone across the room, while her father was much more clear in his monitoring of the conversation. "I... I dunno." Lilly sighed as she diverted her gaze to the ground for a moment. "I'm tired, for one. Well, I guess 'worn out' is more accurate." she said, and largely looked the part as well. Her eyes were tired and shouldered were slouched. Her usual smile was replaced with a weak frown and the usual energy and light seemed absent from the athletic teen. "I dunno what he did to me. I mean, I kinda know, but I dunno how to explain it. I mean, I know he was using his darkness or whatever, but he reduced me to..." Lilly shook her head, not wanting to recall or maybe describe the state she was in so she switched thoughts a bit. "Marissa's got nothing on him. Anyways, he took me out of the fight. So I was not there for you guys... again." She raised a hand to stop Jase from responding for the moment, regardless of if he was going to. "I know everybody said to forget about it, not being here when you all were attacked and did the other stuff, but it's not that easy. I..." she said, almost holding her breath for a moment before sighing out, "I'm just glad you all made it back." The young woman lifted her gaze as she spoke and her prow furrowed slightly. "I guess it wasn't 'unscathed' though." she said, lifting a hand toward Jase's new scar, but withdrawing it before she touched him. His lips twitched wryly at that. "We all got a bit banged up. Oddly, this wasn't from the fight against Arawn. It was from Enterich's cronies this morning. After everything we went through, I just wasn't expecting a human being to walk up and pull a gun on me in broad daylight at a traffic stop." He shrugged, his gaze still on her face. "Lesson learned." He paused for a moment, considering. "It's not my place to volunteer others, but you may wish to talk to Autumn about what Enterich inflicted on you. Her ability to heal is not limited to bodies - she can also soothe mental and emotional traumas. It's not that she makes you forget: from what I have observed, she simply helps the mind to deal with things. It might be worth talking to her at school tomorrow." "Yeah. It's one thing to keep an eye for monsters, but now anybody could... joy." she finished sarcastically. "I'm sorry that happened to you, but I am glad you are okay." she said, forcing a weak, though sincere, smile for a moment. "As far as talking Autumn? I dunno. And you know what? I am getting really tired of saying that, but I don't see it stopping anytime soon." she vented "Anyways." Lilly sighed. "I dunno." she said as she began to speak and the closed her eyes for a moment, cursing silently that she had said it again. "Autumn has seemed... distant, I guess, since I got back. Has she said anything to you about me?" she asked and then raised her hand, shaking her head again. "Nevermind. I don't want to get you involved if there's some issue." "I just... I dunno what to do." she said, shutting her eyes tight. "It's like, after hearing about what happened to..." she cut herself off, the name catching in her throat as her face contorted to a pained mask, "it's.. it's like am still in it and this is just part of it, you know?" Lilly shook her head again and lifted her hands, running them through her long, dark hair as she exhaled. "It's been days and I don't wanna be like this anymore." she confessed, blinking back tears. There was no empathy in the cool gaze which rested on hers, no shared experience of fear and grief to create a sense of fellow-feeling. Nor was there discomfort at her expressing of emotions such as some might show, nor was there pity or disdain. But there was a glimmer of comprehension, a sense of him trying to understand, trying to help, in whatever way he could. He reached out with slow deliberateness and placed a hand on Lilly's shoulder. "Autumn has never indicated to me that she has any issue with you." he said with calm authority. "And given that she repaired the hands of the person who shot me, I don't imagine she would refuse to help you if you asked." His lips twitched in a smile. "She has a large heart, whatever distance you might feel there is between you." Lilly closed her eyes and nodded, trying to keep a modicum of composure. Jase's gesture, both verbal and physical, were not lost on her either. To say that their friendship had been strained a polite understatement, but here he was, the seeming cold, unfeeling Jason Bannon, was trying to help or comfort her, even if it was in his own way. It was still more than she had expected. "I'll see if she can help. I hope she can." Lilly opened her eyes to look to her friend once more and forced another weak smile. "And thanks." she said as she stepped closer and hugged him close telling him, "Deal with it." with the faintest hint of amusement to her voice. "It's not totally objectionable." he replied deadpan as, after a split-second's pause, he returned the hug. As she gave a small laugh and drew back, she didn't miss the flicker of wry amusement in the depths of the ageless cool stare which met hers. It wasn't like 'old Jase', the friend she'd thought she knew before: quirky scruffy slouching Bannon with his odd, quick smiles and the way he wouldn't meet your eyes for longer than a split second before looking away and the hints, here and there, of the fierce intelligence that now shone clearly from his gaze. He'd set aside the mask he'd worn - but perhaps what was underneath wasn't that terrible an adjustment. As he stepped back, he nodded to Lilly and her folks, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly in a micro-smile. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, then." "Yeah." Lilly smiled back, watching as he turned away without further ceremony and, falling in step with his father, left the conference room.
  11. "Wait just a minute." Misti glared at Devin. "You two are not going anywhere, least of all to assault yet another terrorist cell in some other place. You are grounded until you're fifty, and as for-" "I agree with Devin." Surprisingly, it was Jason who spoke up, addressing Annette. "Cassandra's father is there. Something Coyote told us is important to this world is there. We will be going to Site B, whether you tell us about it or not. We sort of have to." Misti sputtered something rude under her breath. "I appreciate that." Annette nodded, unsurprised by the defiance. She measured the other faces present, gauging them once more. "I am not saying I don't want to tell you all I can. If it was just you kids, I'd already be ready to spill it all, because I know you need the information and are already in danger. I'm simply saying that this knowledge carries dangers just by virtue of knowing it, and everyone here deserves to choose whether they accept that danger, Devin. Anyone who doesn't can leave the room." Silence followed, various parents exchanging glances. Carl reached over past his kids and placed a hand on Misti's, who fumed but nodded as their eyes met. Ian and Dana Keane likewise exchanged a glance that contained a page's worth of communication before each nodding affirmatively. Gar Bannon simply nodded, as did Josh Williams. Lastly, the Pryors, Cassidys and Alisters signaled their assent. "But not you, young lady." Jack Cassidy said to Laurie. "You're neither going to Site B nor are you Sean's guardian." He withdrew his keys from his pocket and held them out to her as her eyes widened in dawning horror. "Go and wait in the car." "Daaaad!" The eruption of teenage protest was hardly unexpected, Laurie's face flushing as red as Autumn's had moments ago as she held up a hand, warding away the offered keys. "No! Come on! I've sat through all of this so far and now you're kicking me out?!" When he silently re-proffered the keys, she cast an imploring glance at Carolyn and her brother. "Mom?! Sean?!" "Sorry, sis. Dad's call - he's your guardian too." Sean shrugged in the face of her angry glare. "Laurelei Cassidy, you heed your father." was all their mom had to say on the matter. Laurie's defiance turned to disbelief at the lack of brotherly/maternal support, and she turned her blue eyes on Jack once more. "Dad... please? I've kept all of this secret so far. I'm not a blabbermouth!" "Go and wait in the car." Jack repeated, his face stern as a granite carving. "We'll decide later how much we tell you." "Shit!" Laurie said disgustedly, grabbing the keys and standing up, ignoring her mother's glare at the profanity. "I hate you guys so much right now!" She turned and stormed towards the door. "And don't hang around outside!" Jack called after her. "I'll be checking." "Whatever!" Laurie shot back over her shoulder as she flounced out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. There were a few cleared throats and sympathetic glances from the other parents towards the Cassidys. "Believe me, I wish I could go and wait in the car." Teresa Allen quipped, causing a few dry chuckles from the other adults present. People shifted in their seats, sipping water and relaxing - or at least unclenching somewhat. "Laurie is walking towards the front of the hospital." Jason told Jack Cassidy, his eyes distant for a moment. "She hesitated outside the door, but then got moving." "You can tell that?" Lilly's dad asked, curious. Jason merely nodded. "Well, then. Since you are all decided, once Ms Keane returns I shall present what I know about Site B." Annette sat back in her chair, taking a sip of water. If she was at all ruffled by any of the events taking place, she didn't show it.
  12. "Correction for those of us not so enamored of spite we would slander the dead to enable it." Jason's tone was glacial as he spoke up, his gaze level as it roamed the faces of those present. "Charlie had only 'sliced up' - indeed only attacked - monsters prior to the prison raid. To the best of my knowledge he'd never even adopted a 'war' shape until we were attacked at the trailer by that thing, then again at the hospital. The 'arguing' consisted of my simply asking Devin if his no-killing rule - which was purely addressed to me - was the condition he required to allow me to come along and help. He said it was. At which point I then gave my word not to kill anyone, and implied it would be a challenge. No-one else said anything about it. I'm not sure if that counts in anyone's book as 'audacity' or even 'a lot of arguing', but those are the facts of that conversation." He shrugged. "The Jauntsen Twins are free, of course, to claim otherwise. And you are all free to believe whom you wish." "And yes. I attacked a human someone with my powers, because they attempted to sexually assault a friend of mine, an action which I found offensive." Jase's lips twitched sardonically. "I also attacked the two individuals who shot me this morning. All three survived the experience. I bring this up simply to get it on the table and let people see the matter clearly. Cassandra was evidently attempting to leave our dirty laundry off the table and stick to the most relevant facts, but based on what we just witnessed, we might as well air everything. My action against the would-be rapist was not approved of by anyone else in the Fellowship - indeed, I believe most were upset by it. But there is no 'body count'." He reached out and took a sip of water from his glass. "That's all I have to say on the matter. Cade was telling the truth - we didn't kill anyone during the prison raid." And he fell silent again, eyes gleaming in his expressionless features.
  13. "So those creatures... they're the 'Dark'? Or from the Dark? Or... what?" Ian Keane peered at the projections, fascination mixed with skepticism in the man's expression. The other parents, too, leaned forward, recognition on the faces of Sheriff Alister, Capt. Williams and Gar Bannon at the giant fish-dinosaur abomination that was trying to eat Devin as Ian went on. "Seriously, it's hard to believe." "That's the thing that attacked us here." Gar said quietly, soberly, gesturing towards the creature's image. "Came crashing through the doors to the lobby last Tuesday. I could smell the damn thing it was that close behind us." He looked across at Ian, shrugging. "It's real, alright." "And those." Captain Williams spoke up from his seat next to Kat. Out of uniform, the soldier gestured to the rubbery, saw-toothed creatures Devin had depicted swarming along the corridor walls and ceilings. "They were all over the place. Your girl warned us about them, or my men - and me - would've walked right into them blind." He gave Autumn a wry smile. "Thanks again for that, by the way." "Sorry, who are you?" Misti eyed him curiously, tapping manicured nails on the polished tabletop as her attention was diverted from Devin's portfolio of horrors. "Captain Josh Williams, ma'am." Kats dad nodded to her politely. "That doesn't explain much..." Carl's tone was dubious. Lilly's father was glancing sideways at his fellow soldier, similarly curious as to what was going on. "Captain Williams is part of our operations detail here." Annette put in quietly. "But tonight, he is here as a parent to a special child, just as you all are." That plainly didn't satisfy all questions, but was sufficient to get the parents back on track. Dana gestured at the projections, looking at Devin, then Cassandra. "So, back to my husband's question..?" "They are corrupted life." Jason didn't stir from his relaxed slouch as he spoke, his voice calm, almost professorial as he spoke up for the first time. "Cassie told you about Shine - at least a little. It's the energy of life, of thought, of... nature, I suppose. We've also heard it called Radiance. It exists, theoretically, below the quantum layer of what we call reality. Everything that lives, from a blade of grass to all of us around this table, draw on it a little, possessing a little spark of it." His lips quirked in a not-quite-smile. "If you want to be profound about it, call it the breath of the Universe." "Or the Force." Devin suggested helpfully, smirking slightly. There was some rolling of eyes and chuckles from the others. "That fits too." Jason shrugged. "Though we should probably avoid that comparison. All the hellish forces of the Dark are as nothing compared to the Disney legal team." As people relaxed a little, chuckling, he went on more seriously. "The Dark is a force which corrupts life, corrupts minds and bodies, blights whatever it touches. Like Radiance, the Dark seems to be a cosmic constant, existing on another level of reality, and seeking to twist and feed on the energies of life. Here in Shelly, there was just one parasitic fragment of the Dark - and it was enough to curse the entire area for who knows how long. Our research showed that every twenty-seven years, as far back as there were records, there would be a surge in violent crime and disappearances. The worst kinds of crime, too - brothers knifing brothers over a card game, murder-suicides, domestic disturbance calls that would end in bloodbaths... The list goes on." "And that was the Dark? Well, the parasite, anyway?" Dana asked quietly, her eyes on the lean, quiet-spoken young man, who nodded. "We think it was. My research initially was into strange sightings, you see. After the party, and after a couple of us started manifesting strange abilities, I was looking for information about local legends, cryptids, monster stories. That led to disappearances, which led to crime spikes. I stumbled over the twenty-seven year cycle when I was sifting through all the data." He gestured towards Cassie. "We all met up, compared notes, and decided to investigate further, including into why we had these gifts in the first place."
  14. Lilly's entrance - and her somewhat drawn appearance - caused a curious raise of an eyebrow and narrow-eyed scrutiny from Jason, but he returned her wave of greeting with a nod and the merest hint of a smile on his scarred face. He'd wondered if perhaps Lilly's disappearance from the Carousel had been related to the Dark, wondered if perhaps her body would be found as Charlie's had been. The musing had not been particularly welcome - even given their estrangement he still didn't wish the girl ill: like Sean, she'd been a decent friend for too long for him to readily dismiss her simply based on recent changes and actions - but with other more pressing matters at hand, he'd been distracted from following up on his concerns. He'd expected to see her at school this morning, and if she hadn't shown then would have followed up. Events, however, had a mind of their own on such things. Evidently, though, Devin had reached out, and now here she was, looking as though she had gone through her own version of hell if he was any judge. He restrained his questions - Lilly would doubtless have a chance to speak just like the rest of them. As the Pryors settled into their seats, the remote genius's gaze roamed the varied expressions on the faces of the fractious Fellowship. From the affected aloof smirks of the Jauntsens, to Cade's stoic mien, to Kat's nervous yet resolute expression. Beside him, Sean looked uncomfortable, but somewhat reassured with his family about him, giving Jase a rueful smile and a half-shrug as he noticed his friend looking his way. Across the table, Autumn's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop as the energetic redhead forced herself to sit relatively still rather than pace nervously, flashing him a faint smile that reached her sea blue eyes. Lilly looked a little pale, weary in ways other than physical, but she was here, at least, and whole. And next to Dana, Cassandra sipped the water she'd gotten herself, her own puffy eyes evidence that events had taken a lasting toll on her. Jase kept his gaze on the blonde girl, and as she noticed it, gave her an encouraging nod. She was the reporter, after all. If there was to be a chronicling of events, or at least a commencement of one, it should come from her.
  15. "No." Jason's tone wasn't petulant. Indeed, he didn't even raise or project his voice. The simple refusal was delivered with a cold, hard edge, like frozen diamond etching indelibly on glass. Gar and Kaitlin looked at each other, Kaitlin giving Jase's father a faint shrug in response to the somewhat helpless frustration on the other's face. "She's not welcome - not to the meeting, not in this house." "Jase, she's-" Gar began. "Not my mother, except in the crudely biological sense of having once been an incubator for me." Jason cut across his father's words with brutal straightforwardness. "She raised you for eight years." Gar scowled at his difficult son. "And then turned her back on me when she couldn't handle the truth of my nature. Which seems to be a common trope of my life." The lanky youth stood in the kitchen doorway where he'd stopped as soon as he'd seen Kaitlin sitting at the table, coffee in hand, talking in low tones with his father. His head tilted slightly as he considered, then added with scrupulous honesty. "With one or two notable exceptions so far." "Oh, come on, Jase-!" Gar started, then paused, scrutinising his son, looking for some signs in the cold exterior. "Meeting didn't go well, then, I take it?" "It went more or less as expected. Some interesting revelations." Jase moved from where he'd been standing and helped himself to a coffee, ignoring Kaitlin. "I'm half expecting tonight's meeting to be just as stimulating and informative. Which is why it is not the time for family therapy." "Alright." Kaitlin nodded slightly. "I can understand that." Gar started to protest, but the pretty blonde laid a hand on his arm. "No, Jase is right. If he expects a troublesome meeting, he can't afford to be distracted." she told her beloved. "However..." She set aside her coffee cup and stood, moving to stand directly in front of her son, looking up into his eyes unflinchingly. Those eyes, so much like her fathers - cold, calculating, giving away nothing except perhaps wolfish readiness as he studied her in turn. The scar on his cheek added to the impression she was gaining: her son was starting to look and act more Teulu every day. Part of that would have been the attack this morning, she was sure. And the combat he had seen the previous night. He had tasted death, both dealing and surviving it. He had gained a sense of his own power, and his own frailty - the latter of which might make a human more humble but would make a Teulu implacable, more viciously determined not to be so vulnerable again. "You disagree. But I am your mother." she began, looking him dead in the eye. "Yes, I abandoned you, but I was wrong to do so. I hate myself for doing so, Jason. I've told your father the truth of me - and of you." she added, steeling herself not to step back as the pale green eyes narrowed on her face. Jase looked over her shoulder at his dad, who just nodded slowly, then back at Kaitlin. "You might never accept me as part of your family. And I'm willing to live with that as consequence for what I've done. But please, allow me to at least fulfill my duty to you. There are things you need to know, about yourself, about your people. I can at least do that for you." For a long moment, he hesitated. He studied her face, then his father, who nodded encouragingly from where he sat. Finally he breathed out, slowly, and leaned back against the counter. "Alright." he said quietly. "Alright." "Thank you." Kaitlin wanted to reach up, to push his unruly hair back from his face, to stroke his scarred cheek. But she refrained, instead stepping back and sitting down again. "So... Gar tells me you have a girlfriend." "Oh, no." Jase stared at Gar, then at her, his eyes narrowing again. "Really? A birds and bees talk? I think I know how the parts fit together, Kaitlin." He gave them a crooked half-smile. "At least, based on experience so far." His parents exchanged a Look. "You mean-" Gar began, but Jason was already moving towards the hall door. "I'm going to grab a shower, meditate some, and get ready for the meeting." he told them, his eyes alight with faintly malicious humor. "I won't need dinner - I had something with Autumn earlier." "Jason, we need to talk about-" Kaitlin tried, but he was already gone. The two parents could hear his booted feet thumping up the stairs as they looked at each other. "He doesn't usually make that much noise walking up the stairs." Gar said after a few moments. "Or at all." "No. He's acting out like a human teen." Kaitlin sighed, picking up her coffee mug again. They exchanged another look. "At least that's normal, right?" "How do young Teulu normally act out?" Gar frowned, worried. Kaitlin smirked over her coffee. "...do you really want me to answer that?" "No." Gar said after a few moments reflection. "Probably not." He sighed. "I'll be sitting in on the culture lessons though. I need to know this stuff too, I guess." Kaitlin smiled, laying her hand over his fondly. "You've done a good job with him, seriously." she told the worried looking man. "He could have turned out much worse. There's a sort of kindness to him... almost. That's your doing." She paused, then "You'll let me know how the meeting goes?" "Sure." Gar smiled back at her, turning his hand over under hers and returning the clasp. "You can come over for dinner tomorrow." "Are you sure?" she asked, her blue eyes studying his face as he nodded. "Very sure." = = = = = = = The Bannons arrived without fanfare or ceremony, father and son taking the first seats they came to and seating themselves as they murmured greetings to the other people present. Gar seemed a little on edge, gazing around suspiciously at the room and plainly uncomfortable with such a formal setting, whereas Jason merely sat back in an almost indolent slouch in his chair, bright piercing gaze scanning the others before settling on Annette. His scarred face expressionless, he studied her for a long moment before shifting his gaze to rest on the wall opposite his seat, to all intents and purposes content to seemingly stare into space as he waited.
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