Posts by Lingering Darkness

Kaji frowned. "I wasn't sent to follow you by the boogeyman. Why would you want to make a deal with him, anyway?" Kaji wrote, letting the paper drop to the ground. He wasn't really supposed to be talking with Era, but he wasn't breaking any laws. It just wasn't considered proper etiquette. Kaji thought a moment about this. It was weird, talking to someone who wasn't at least a few decades older than he was. Most of the beings he talked to were much older than he. But Kaji shrugged that thought off.

Kiyre nodded as she jot down the order. "The pancakes might take a short bit, but I'll be right back with your drinks," she said with a smile.

"Thanks, Kiyre," Alekto said.

"It's no problem-- but I am expecting a tip, you hear?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay, Kiyre," Alekto grinned.

"Good," Kiyre said, turning to Purple. "I'm counting on you to keep him from doing anything that'll get him into too much trouble," she said with a grin. "So, I'll be back with your drinks." And, with that, Kiyre went to give Ma the order and to get the drinks.

"Hmm? Well, her mom and my mom were friends so we kind of grew up a lot like siblings, I suppose you could say," Alekto replied. It was the truth-- just not the whole truth. His mom and Kiyre's mom had actually been in the same coven, so Alekto had grown up practically right along side Kiyre. "She's pretty much my sister, but without the blood relation." Really, the coven was Alekto's extended family; they were his aunts and uncles, sisters and brothers, cousins-- family. "Why do you ask?" he inquired with a light smile on his face.

Kaji blinked. Hmm. That's an interesting thought. So he started writing again. "Have you made a deal with the Devil, Era?" he scribbled before letting the paper drop. Kaji, though he was something other than human, didn't believe in things like angels and demons, gods and devils. Sure, there were other beings that had certain powers that humans didn't posses, but Kaji was one of those beings. He found most of the religion stuff to be foreign and strange.

((Could I join? I've never read the books, but this does sound quite interesting.))

"Well, I can promise I'm not here on his behalf; I don't take orders from red gremlins with horns and a tail." KAji wrote, dropping the paper on the ground. Then he had something else to add. "Why'd you do it? Make the deal, I mean. Was it to save someone? Someone you love?" And then he dropped that piece of paper onto the ground.

Alekto nodded. "Ah."

"Here you are," Kiyre said, putting down a glass of water in front of Purple and a mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon in front of Alekto.

"Thanks, Kiyre," Alekto grinned.

"No problem, Lek. The pancakes will be out soon." The bell on the door chimed and Kiyre looked over her shoulder before smiling at Alekto and Purple. "Duty calls; I'll be back with your pancakes when they're done." Kiyre nodded and then walked across the restaurant to take the other person's order.

Alekto sipped at his hot chocolate-- or, tried to. "Ouch!" he bit under his breath after burning his tongue a little. "It's hot," he said with a sheepish smile.

"I'm definitely not here on the behalf of the devil; I don't even know what he looks like, then. And okay, I can wait," he scrawled and dropped the paper. I practically do have forever, Kaji thought. "So . . . bake any yummy treats lately, Era?" he wrote and let that paper fall to the ground as well.

"I suppose you're right," he admitted, before picking up a spoon and starting to eat the whipped cream that was slowly dissolving into his hot chocolate. "But couldn't it be hot chocolate and still be hot but just not burn? Why does it have to burn?"

Alekto must have decided that the hot chocolate was worth burning his tongue for, because he was trying to drink it again. "Hmm," was the reply he gave to Purple, nodding, while taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

"Homemade chocolate chip pancakes made while I was completely out of the kitchen," Kiyre said, placing two plates of pancakes on the table. "And here's syrup and powdered sugar, if you want it," she said, placing a maple syrup bottle on the table, along with a powdered sugar shaker. "Need anything else?"

"I don't think so . . . But I could be forgetting something," Alekto replied, after licking up a little bit of hot chocolate that had started to run down his lip. "Purple? You need anything else?"

"Of course I can talk aloud," he said, his voice sounding strange and echo-y in his incorporeal form. "I just thought there was more mystery in the writing. And, yeah. The ones I did eat were delicious, by the way. I liked the cake." Kaji grinned, even though he couldn't be seen except as shadows.

"Me," he answered. "I might only be shadows, but I do have morals. Couldn't just leave you there, could I?" He paused. "Why did you faint, anyway?"

((Accepted. Thank you for joining. Go ahead and post.))

((I'd post if I could, as well, but now it is time for school.))

"Okay. Thank, then, Kiyre, I think we're goo--" Alekto was cut off when Kiyre was knocked into. Kiyre caught herself, and caught the tray. She may have cheated a little by using a bit of magic to stall the tray, but she covered it up. Alekto barely noticed. He watched the girl who had tripped, staring right back at her, and then at her back as she ran out.

Wonderful, Kiyre thought, looking around at her scared customers. "Mitte unguibus," she muttered, letting the spell fall onto the customers. Unless they were somehow magic themselves, her customers would forget about the girl's talons; Kiyre couldn't have anyone blabbing about someone with talons in Ma's restaurant. It could be bad publicity. Of course, removing whole memories was dangerous, so Kiyre only removed the detail about the talons. Everything else about the scenario remained.

"Hey, Purple, I'll be right back," Alekto said, already starting to stand up. Of course, Kiyre's spell didn't affect him; he was a warlock, too, so Kiyre's magic couldn't touch him unless she really tried. Alekto gave Purple a small smile. "Watch my pancakes for me?" he asked, but it was obviously rhetorical. He was out the door in a moment, looking for the girl with the talons. He was curious, and he wanted to comfort her. "Hey, you still out here?" he called. "It's okay, Kiyre's handling the customers, so no one's going to think anything of it." Alekto was careful with his words; if he said anything that was out of the ordinary for humans, people could notice, but he had to convey the message.

"I swear, he's the embodiment of empathy sometimes," Kiyre muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly. "He's going to have to stop trying to help everybody eventually."

"Hey," he said, walking towards her. "I'm Alekto-- but, call me Lek. I saw what happened in there; you okay?"

"Looked like a bit more than just clumsiness to me," he said with a small grin. "Glad to hear you're okay. And, just to throw this out there, you aren't a freak. I promise. And I should know, too." He chuckled slightly under his breath. "By human standards, I'd be a freak, too." He left his statement open for interpretation.

Fael was wiping off a few glasses and putting them away when a girl with white hair sat down at the bar. "You look a bit young; if you want a drink I'll need some identification, please," he said absently, like he did with every person that looked questionably young. He wasn't really paying her too much attention; lots of people came through his bar so faces didn't always seem to stick out to him or anything.

"Any of this BS caused by me?" Kaji asked, not sure whether to feel bad for proud if it was him.