Scene setting : The Peach Cafe – Blood City.
co-written with Temp and Gene.
Temp: Selina’s true self was quickly rising to the surface due to the thoughts running through her mind. From what her Grimoire had explained, it seemed as though her true self was suppressed during normal times. However, during times of high mental and emotionally stress that suppression faded. This was beginning to prove itself to be fact. Her fingers curled until her hands formed fists, and her teeth ground together in frustration. Her own kind was responsible for all this, right? Normal Witches. Scum. Scoundrels. Weaklings. Peasants. “Nay! I shall not submit to this fury!” The words were shouted seemingly out of nowhere and to nobody in particular. She had already drawn in quite a few looks due to the inquiry of the nearby woman, and now this little outburst would add upon it. Her cheeks ran red as she fully realized what she had shouted. There wasn’t much time for self loathing though, as the man from earlier had suddenly made his way to her side. He was close to her now, and giving her a very kind and helpful look. Her eyes soon locked onto his, and as they did, the bright blue of her eyes flashed a bright red. Whether or not this man realized it, he had managed to calm her down enough to drive her true self back. The eye color change was a signal of this, as her true self had bright red eyes instead of blue. Surely he would notice this change, but how would he react? It wasn’t something that she was concerned with. Instead of any further sadness or embarrassment, she took the mans hand very gently. “I happily accept thy tender. Once again, thou hast mine gramercy.” The man seemed to understand her more than anyone else, so surely he would know she was fine with his offer. If her words didn’t click, then her taking his hand more than likely would.
Despite Joel’s sudden encouragement to ask her to join us, Ava was unable to. Her mind was too busy thinking of reasons why the girl would be upset. And, of course, asking if the girl was okay did not help at all. Ava instantly shied away, regretting what she had done.
“Nay! I shall not submit to this fury!”
The outburst took Ava by surprised, temporarily allowing Ava to stop wallowing in regret. It was evident Selina was angry, but the reason remained unclear. Was it because of the attention? Or was it because of Ava’s question? Ava began to say something, but stopped. An indescribable feeling churned in the depths of her stomach; what was it? It was excitement to discover the unknown. Admittedly, feeling such a thing at such a time wasn’t a good thing. There was some concern for the girl, but Ava primarily wanted to know more about her. Did she even come from Ozyrn? The fashion in a few Cities were very different, however Ava had little knowledge about them to calculate which City she’d come from. Furthermore, there was the dilemma of entering the City – unless you were high ranked in another City and were coming for whatever reason.
The suddenness of Joel’s action caused Ava to slightly jump; she wasn’t expecting Joel to interfere. She overheard him asking her to join. Now, a mixture of relief and embarrassment overcame her. Relief that Joel had jumped in and request that she join them and embarrassment that Ava was unable to do so; arguably, Ava had been distracted by whatever the girl was thinking, but for Ava it was still inexcusable. She managed a slight smile that the girl had calmed down, though one thing was clear: there would be talk in the City. Gossip had a way to spread across the City, like a disease. Ava was glad Selina had accepted Joel’s offer, but now her mind began to tick. She was almost certain the arrival of the ‘strange girl’ would be known; Ava had never seen her before in the City, however she could have been in Kayl or the lower Districts. Originally, Ava assumed the girl was cosplaying – perhaps she still was – but now, Ava wasn’t too sure. Either the girl was very good at it or something was wrong. Maybe it was Ava knowing the existence of magic which was causing her to overthink the situation, or even consider options a normal person may not. Still, Ava had no idea about the existence of the other Supernaturals or that the City was riddled with Witches; any conclusions about Selina would probably be far from true. If the girl was truly like this then… Ava didn’t want to think of it. The Council had a way to be paranoid – especially her father – and would investigate if she was a threat; Joel was right, people feared what they didn’t know. Rumours had it that people, in the past, had gone missing. The reasons why were unclear to Ava, but she could guess it was probably because they were a danger, in one way or another, to the City or challenged the status quo.
The young girl’s sudden outburst tore through the cafe faster than wildfire, alarming many of the patrons at nearby booths and tables. It certainly took Joel by surprise, but he remained calm – not letting Selina see that it unsettled him. A sudden change in the girl’s tone showed she was losing control of herself in the face of the strangers around her. But what truly came off as weird, was how the girl’s eyes changed. From the softest blue to a daring red. Almost like her eyes were on fire. Was there another, more violent side to this girl? Or was she scared? To Joel it appeared to be a bit of both. She truly was alone, lost and confused by everything around her. This cemented what Joel had already begun to suspect. The young teacher didn’t waiver however, he was made of tougher stuff. The pair were almost locked in a staring competition. Joel gently holding the girl’s hand, until the storm passed and her eyes changed back to the pretty blue from before.
“I happily accept thy tender. Once again, thou hast mine gramercy.”
Joel smiled, but it was only a small one. Tender steps and care was needed in order to help this girl. He eased himself up into standing, and assisted the girl to move from the booth she was in, over to the one that Ava was at. Ava looked to be a million miles away. Clearly, she had a lot on her mind, or the girl was making her nervous.
“It would be rude of me not to make introductions, Miss. I am Mister Joel Martin, a teacher at the Acalo school.” Joel placed a gloved hand to his chest, before then turning his wrist and using his fingers to gesture towards Ava.
“And this is Miss Blackbane, a student. If I am not wrong, you both appear to be the same age.” This was Joel’s way of breaking the ice, or perhaps helping the girls find a common ground. The earlier incident would not be brought up again, unless of course Selina happened to mention it. Though with those rosy red cheeks, Selina may have been too shy to speak of it. She barely knew Joel or Ava for that matter. Joel continued to stand, so that Selina might sit. He kept a sharp eye on the rest of the cafe’s patrons. If any dared approach, he would gladly fend them off. The last thing the young girl needed was unwanted attention. Joel felt he needed to keep this under wraps. He wasn’t stupid. Joel knew that there were those in the city hierarchy that investigated those that were deemed to be….different.
“Can I get you another cup of tea? A sandwich perhaps.”
Joel wanted to find out more about this girl. His eyes darting to his weathered book. A book that had lived through the city’s troubled past.