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Post by Blake O'Sullivan on Jan 9, 2016 4:03:29 GMT -5
He wanted her to meet him at his place when he got home. That was not hard, as they lived in the same complex. She blinked a little bit and watched him trot inside. She got her answer. And she realized she outed herself in front of a stranger. The guy was too drunk to function, so if he saw her again on the street (if he remembered her), she could play it off as if he was nuts. Which made things more simple for her, rather than the fact that she used her magic in front of a total stranger who gave off comfortable, yet weird vibes. Maybe he was something different. Like she was. He was certainly not human. His vibe matched the vibe of some people she met. Like Raffe. Only Raffe was more aggressive and less likely to just stand there, speechless. He would have made his thoughts vocal and would have wanted to talk about it right then and there. Which was fine. If anything, she was willing to admit that Noah’s vibe gave her some comfort in knowing there was some familiarity in it. She closed her eyes, where she stood and allowed a wave of sobriety and calm wash over her. She still could feel the effects of the alcohol and was not willing to drive. Finally her eyes opened; she pulled out her keys and got into the vehicle, now headed home.
Once home, she called out for Stevie, who was usually one to yell back if he was home. He must have been out hunting. He grew more comfortable to hunt without help. Which was great, because he had come too close to killing her a couple times, counting the night she brought him back to life. Since then, she had grown a good friendship with the zombie she created. Stevie was good company and was also Irish, so if she had questions, what little he remembered of the country, he would gladly talk to her about it and would remember the memories he had. But aside of having that in common, he was good for a laugh and was always willing to just stick around when she felt she just needed someone. Since she had been gone, Stevie missed her and expressed it the night she came home. He was not angry, if anything he was more excited to see her. But he had learned to function on his own which made her very happy. When he first started out his new life, she always had to be there to help him. Not that, that was much of a burden, but he required her help a lot or Vincent’s. Blake made her way to her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head and found her gaze to a familiar warm rub against her leg. She looked down to spot her little black cat looking happily up at her, purring as she did so. As time passed, Blake fed Shadows and watched TV, slipping into her PJs, which consisted of a black spaghetti strap top, black sweats and a graphic hoodie. Once it was around 2:30, she made her way to her door, only to be leg bumped.
”I take it you are gonna come with me…” She chuckled as her cat trotted out, and stopped to wait for her master. Blake merely shook her head and sighed a bit before closing the door behind her and stuffing her hands into her pocket as they headed up to the second floor. Blake lived at the bottom floor and was the apartment kids tended to avoid as they said someone creepy lives in there. They didn’t get that part wrong, but it also wasn’t right either. There had been complaints a time or two about her and her company. The only thing was, Blake, Vincent, and Stevie were all quiet. They never made noise, really. Unless there was more super natural crap going on, that was when they could lie and play it off as something that would be considered normal. Nobody would be any the wiser and they would apologize for the noise they made. Now, it was just her and Stevie and they had no complaints after that. It was not a bad thing. If anything, she missed Vince. She missed his presence. Her eyes narrowed for a moment before she summed up the courage to knock on Noah’s door. Her mind was wandering onto other things. She missed her zombie companion so much. If she could only see him one more time. She bit her lip and looked back to the door, shaking those thoughts away before gently wrapping her fist to the door. Telling Noah that she was there, as planned.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2016 23:25:15 GMT -5
In CharacterAs Noah made his way back to the pub, he gave a small apology to his coworker, saying he'd thought he'd heard something going on out there. When questioned what it was, he dismissed it as just some drunk making a racket about nonsense. He took one last look back towards the girl before he made his way back into the pub, the door slowly sliding shut behind him. After apologizing once again, he made his way back behind the bar, quickly filling out the backup of orders his absence had caused.
The rest of his night at the pub went by much quieter than the first part of it had. He talked to his patrons, making them laugh where he could, telling fun stories, or listening to their sob stories. While he didn't work at the most expensive bar, he did rake in a decent amount of money from tips. People tended to like him and his listening ear, and like the drinks he made for them.
The rest of his night at the pub went by gruelingly slow. What felt like an hour to him was only a handful of minutes. Nothing bad really happened after Blake had left, but the anticipation of being able to talk to someone who was different made him more excited than he'd been since he found himself here. In all his seven years in Louisiana, he'd never actually interacted with other people who were different. He'd occasionally heard a story or two about someone 'different,' but whenever he found the person, they were just a fraud or a legend grown out of proportion. With someone so real being so close, he was excited just to not be as alone as he'd been.
After what felt like a lifetime to Noah, the pub finally closed down. He'd gotten a rather large amount of tips, about one and a half what he'd make on an average night. The only benefit to a coworker not showing up, you made a lot more tips than usual. After closing up and saying by to his coworker, he made his way out into the night. It was only about 1:30, but he didn't have a car, so he had to walk back to his apartment. Plus he wanted to have extra time just in case he had to stay late at the pub, and a little extra time would help him prepare his apartment. It wasn't exactly dirty, but it could definitely use some touch-ups here and there.
He got to River Wood at 1:55, taking his time going up the stairs. He slipped into his apartment quickly, taking a good look around the apartment. Turning to the side, he pushed the bar of a metronome sitting on a small table by the door. It was set to about a beat per second, and it held it's beat well. After a small huff, he set to cleaning up what he felt needed to, taking some dishes into the kitchen and generally straightening the area. It didn't take very long, and left him plenty of time to change out of his work clothes and into a pair of jeans and a dark blue tee shirt.
Once he'd changed, he sat down on his couch, pulling his phone out almost immediately to check the time. 2:26. He prepared himself to face the fact that she might not show up, instead electing to hide from him. He didn't have the time or a good way to show her he was different too, but he hoped that his not-mind-blown reaction helped her understand that he was something different. The last few minutes went by slower than the whole rest of the night, as he sat there, waiting for a knock on the door.
While he waited for her in those minutes, he tuned into his hearing again, concentrating on the metronome and following the sound out. His senses weren't working to their fullest, with him being past 24 hours of not changing at all, but he could still use the metronome to hear the whole room. Usually, it'd work for the whole apartment, but he couldn't follow the sound out far enough. He'd kept his eyes close, working on pushing his hearing as far as it could go, pushing into the other room as well as he could, or concentrating on the details he could hear from the things around him. Practicing like this was starting to not work as well, since he was starting to memorize most of the things in the apartment, and how the metronome affected them. He made a mental note to at least move some things around and switch some things out when he had the time to.
He heard someone approach his door, and he opened his eyes, looking towards it. He took a whiff of the air, quickly recognizing Blake's scent. He gave a small sigh of relief and stood up, moving towards the door. With attention now entirely on the other side of the door, he actually realized that there was also something else with Blake. After taking a second to focus on it's heartbeat and scent, he decided it was probably a cat. Noah had to resist the temptation to open the door before the girl knocked. As much as he wanted to meet her, talk to her, if she didn't then he would respect that.
He was very happy to hear the knock on his door, and as soon as she knocked, he pulled the door open, offering a smile towards the girl. "Hey, I'm glad you showed up." Opening the door wide, he stepped to the side with it and held his other hand up, inviting Blake into his apartment. Without looking down, he added "You're cat is cute." , offering slightly wider smile as he said it. Closing the door behind Blake and the cat, he moved toward the couch, patting one side to invite the girl to sit. "I feel like there's a lot we should talk about."
Noah Stark
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Post by Blake O'Sullivan on Jan 10, 2016 20:22:24 GMT -5
She smiled at the male when he answered the door and allowed her and her feline friends to enter his home. His complimenting her cat, forced Shadows to look up at him and gently mew to him, as if she was saying her thanks in his kind words. The small cat followed after Blake quickly and hopped into her lap when the blonde managed to sit herself down on the sofa beside Noah. Politely facing him and could see the wonder in his eyes. It caused the witch to smile as she absently began to stroke her cat’s neck with her fingers. The content feline closed her eyes in a relaxed state, purring to the affection that her owner brought. She adored it when Shadows gave in and allowed Blake to give her physical affection. Shadows was one to do things by her terms, but it never stopped her to be at the girl’s side when she could quickly follow outside of the apartment. It was her way of keeping an eye on her owner to ensure that she would be safe. Course, there was a chance that Shadows did not anticipate her size and there was not much she could really do, should something happen to her owner if they were out and about.
Noah’s voice tore Blake from her trance that she was in with her cat. Her eyes now focused on him. He was so curious. He must have been alone and unsure of those like him or even other supernaturals. Her head tipped to the side as she began to search her mind for the right words to say. She did not want to unintentionally come off as rude or cruel, as he seemed to be super happy to know a little of her secret, ”There certainly is… I do not know where to begin, really other than the obvious. I am a witch…” It was in that instant when Blake spilled what she was that her cat’s yellow eyes opened and followed up to Blake, curiously. Blake looked down at her cat and smiled at her; eyes now back to Noah. Her head tipped up, as she began to think about what she could possibly tell him about all this. There was so much that she could tell him. She could, again tell him her whole life story and he could understand that she was not an entirely typical witch. And she was not. She was a young one and one that had an entire lifespan ahead of her. Her eyes them focused back on him as her lips parted one more time.
”I was born into a family of witches. On my mother’s side..” She said softly and gently removed her hands from her cat, who jumped off her owner’s lap and began to sniff around Noah’s apartment. Blake watched her animal companion for a moment and then looked back at Noah, ”What else would you like to know, Noah? I have all night and I am willing to help.. My question…” the woman then trailed off and then breathed in deeply before slowly exhaling the breathe. So gently, it was almost as though she was not even exhaling any air. It was so silent, ”What are you…?” she asked in a curious voice that showed no signs of fear or even defensiveness. She genuinely wanted to know him a little more and was curious about him, probably as much as he was with her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2016 1:04:45 GMT -5
Out of CharacterI imagine that the last part would hurt quite a bit.
In CharacterNoah watched the girl carefully as she entered his apartment. While he was beyond excited at the idea of having someone else who was different to talk to, he didn't want to risk the chance that her first impression came off wrong. With the metronome going, he could hear most of the things she had on her, and nothing seemed to seem dangerous. But that wouldn't stop her from doing whatever that light thing was, or throwing an invisible wall at him. Still, he had a large grin on his face. Even if she did attack him, he'd probably be able to at least get away. And it'd still be more information than he'd had before. If there was one other supernatural, that meant there were probably more out there.
He just kinda watched as Blake made her way to the couch, sitting down, her feline friend close behind her. He noticed Blake taking some comfort in having her cat near, especially when the cat stayed in her lap and started purring. When he finally spoke up, breaking the silence from his observations, he seemed to also break the calm that the girl had found petting her cat. He didn't really feel bad about it, though. No matter how the next few minutes went down, he figured, the girl would be uncomfortable. He understood why she would be, revealing one of her deepest secrets to someone she barely knew, but he needed to know more about her. Knowing more about her, he could find more supernaturals, probably, and the more supernaturals he found, the more likely he was to remember exactly where it was he came from.
The girl finally talked, revealing what she actually was. Noah actually had a hard time hiding his giant boost in excitement as she revealed she was a witch. It was one thing to make things appear, it could just be a sleight-of-hand trick, but it was hard to lie, at least to Noah. He'd been listening closely to her heart, and paying close attention to her smell. No extra hormones, no raise in her heartbeat. If she was lying, she was damn good at it, showing no external or internal signs of anxiety. He had to fight back a laugh, not at her comment of being a witch, but that after all these years he'd finally met someone different.
He had just opened his mouth to speak before Blake started talking again, explaining more of her background. He was perfectly content to just listen to her story, if she had no problems telling it. He hung onto every word she'd said, trying to make connections as he did. If witches passed witch genes, did that mean shapeshifters passed shifter genes? As the cat jumped from Blake's lap, Noah became temporarily distracted, watching the cat wander his apartment. After a few moments, though, he dismissed it, looking back at the girl. She offered to answer any questions he had. He wasn't so sure she had enough time to do that, but it was a start. But it came with a small condition, one he was entirely okay with doing for the sake of information.
Noah stood from his spot on the couch, pulling his shirt up over his head. "You might want to avert your eyes for a moment." was all he said as he continued pulling his clothes off. While he could just go into the other room to do it, he imagined she would trust him more if he were to just do it here. Once he'd stripped of his clothes, his body started contorting. He bit back a sound of pain, as his body changed, growing rather large rather quickly. Not more than five seconds later, he'd gone from being a human to being a grizzly bear. He gave a small snort to the girl, trying to tell her it was okay to look now.
Noah Stark
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Post by Blake O'Sullivan on Jan 11, 2016 3:51:33 GMT -5
The woman looked at the male as he spoke, asking her to look away. She did and even closed her eyes to keep away her curiosity of wanting to even take a secret look. She could hear clothing being removed and even hitting the floor for certain things. Her cheeks began to grow warm as she was wondering what he might be doing. What could he be that could possibly ask for clothing removal. Then she could hear something. Like parts contorting and twisting to make shape. Popping and fitting into their proper place. She flinched with the sounds that filled her ears and caused her to almost feel the pain for him. Even though he was already feeling something akin to what she believed he felt but made no knowledge of it to her, such as yelling or sounds of anguish. She remained silent and listened. As his breathing grew more harsh and heavy. Could this new stranger be more of a danger than she anticipated? He could be, but it was too late for her. She was already in a room with him, alone. Her only defense was a small animal that couldn’t possibly defend her against a large being. And her magic that could make her act so irrationally at times that sometimes certain things peaked when they wanted to, like when she burnt that man’s face. She once sucked the life from a hellhound by touching his face, due to fear. Then he grunted. But it was not Noah. It was something else.
She slowly turned her head to look and found that in the man’s place was a large bear looking back at her. Her eyes widened, but she did not act out of fear. She looked into the eyes of the beast and found Noah’s eyes staring back at her. She smiled softly and found herself softly reaching out to touch the snout of the animal. The moment she saw the bear form that Noah had taken, it occurred to Blake that Noah was a shifter. This was not unfamiliar territory to her. Loki was a shifter, her first love Raffe was a shifter and Guillotine’s mate, Akee was a shifter. She had several other friends who were also shifters who she does not see anymore. A smile continued to rest across her fair features as she continued to pet the male in front of her, ”You’re a shifter… I should have known…” she said with a slight chuckle and gently retracted her hand.
Shadows reentered the room and stopped in her tracks to the sight of the large bear. Her back bowed and her fur began to rise. The small cat hissed and began to quickly back away and growl. Hissing as she did this before bolting down the hall into another room to hide. Blake stared after her cat and shook her head, chuckling as she continued to pet the large male, ”That is too funny.” She chuckled and shook her head for a moment. She almost felt as though she was looking at Raffe the day she found out he was a shifter. Ironically, that was the day he found out she was a witch. They went on loads of adventures together. They also made a great fighting team. Then she remembered the day at the bayou. A creature picked her up and dropped her into the bayou from the air. She was seventeen at the time and she found herself remembering the warmth of his body that night. Making sure she didn’t get sick. She almost forgot how warm shifters could be and she missed it. It sure would be a change from the temperature of her absent zombie partner. Wait! Vincent… Why was she thinking more about this man she didn’t even know? This was similar to when she first met Loki… She immediately retracted her hand from Noah and gently rubbed her palm. She shook her head and turned immediately.
”This isn’t right. I gotta go!” Now, headed to the door.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 23:51:03 GMT -5
In CharacterNoah stared gently at the girl, or at least as gently as a bear could really stare. He almost gave a sigh of relief when she didn't scream, or try to attack. He'd probably have been able to stop her, but he'd rather not hurt her. Plus, he wouldn't be able to stop her without getting a few scrapes and burns from her, he imagined. There was a lot he didn't know about her power, the light could have been one of the simplest and least destructive moves she had.
He let himself slump to the ground, sticking his hind legs out in front of him. As he moved, the floorboards creaked lightly, not taking the extra weight kindly. Even after sitting, he was still about as tall as he'd been before the shift, at about five feet ten inches. He made sure to be careful as he placed his paws down, taking care that he didn't scratch the floorboards or his couch. Even as a grizzly bear, you could see excitement on Noah's face. This was the first time he'd shown someone what he can do when it wasn't a life-or-death situation. While she wasn't the first one that would walk away from knowing alive, she was the first one he trusted. As he noticed Blake reaching out to put a hand on his snout, he pushed his head forward, meeting her hand part way.
He wasn't used to getting touched in any of his non-human forms. It'd been years since anyone had even seen him change, and he only really did it in his apartment now. The touch was surprisingly soft, he could barely even feel it. He didn't expect to feel much, he rarely did as an animal. Noah never questioned it too much, assuming that it was probably part of the body. Human bodies probably evolved a lot more nerve endings over time, because they'd needed it to survive better. Bears got in fights a lot more, and pain would be more of a distraction than anything else. Still, the touch comforted him a great deal. He wasn't used to friendly touch when he wasn't in his human form, he was much more used to fighting. Pushing away the thoughts welling up, he concentrated on reading the girl's expression. While it wasn't exactly hard to read humans expression, when he was in a non-human form, it was always a little harder.
When the girl spoke up, his expression lightened slightly, and a glimmer of a smile could be seen on his features. His teeth didn't really show, but it was obvious that the bear was just slightly happier. Offering a slight nod, he pulled his head back up, just in time to see the black cat reemerge from his hallway. He watched it intently as it caught sight of him, hissing and growling and backing away. The bear gave a small laugh, though it sounded more like a series of small grunts. After the cat fled, Noah once again focused on Blake, his features still soft and happy.
Just as he was getting ready to turn back, the witch turned away and moved for the door. His features hardened rather quickly, and he pushed forward, landing on all fours and followed just a step behind the girl. He was too big as a bear to push in front of her without risking knocking things over, so he just waited until they approached the door. When he was close enough, he pulled himself up and propped himself against the door. With that done, he took the time to carefully put himself between the girl and the door.
With a small grunt, he lifted a paw up, twirling it in the air, trying to tell Blake to turn around again. He wasted no time, though, as he started the change back to a human form. He wasn't exactly shy, so he didn't care if she looked away or not, and he needed to be able to communicate well. The sounds of contortion returned, this time louder, more bones sounded like they were snapping apart and his body twisted and shrunk in difficult ways. This time, as he was changing, Noah made a small noise of pain, screwing his eyes shut tight. Changing from something big to something small always hurt more. As soon as he was able, though, he spoke up. "You promised you'd answer my questions." His voice was hard, a mix between the pain he was repressing and the frustration of the girl trying to leave. He was so close to answers, there was no way he'd let them slip by now. Not long after, though, he seemed to realize the words sounded harsh, and he added a much softer "Please."
After standing for a couple of moments, stretching for a couple more, he moved towards where he'd abandoned his clothes. He slipped them on quickly, monitoring Blake with sound when he couldn't with his eyes. Even if she did take it as a chance to escape, he'd need his clothes if he was gonna follow her. After getting his clothes on, he took a few more seconds to stretch, most of his body giving light cracks as he did.
Noah Stark
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