Coven: Rising from the Ashes discussion

After back breaking ours at the shop, Myles was tuckered out and was in need to a relax. It was a stifling summer and no amount of fans could dispel the heat. Taking a quick shower round the back of the shop he had dressed in something a little more casual and breathable. He promised he would go see his sister but he just needed a moment to himself as he was sure his sister was sick of seeing his face every day or other day so being an hour late wasn't going to hurt. He turned his face up to the delicate breeze that brushed over his face, book in hand after having made a detour on the way to his sister. The boardwalk was the only place that offered a fresh river breeze and had a calming effect in his opinion. Taking a seat on his favourite bench, with a descent view, he laid across it and opened up his book from where he left off, already feeling his mind simmering down from its frenzy.

Damian walked across the park lawn to the baordwalk as he had jsut left hsi house making sure the Julian went to school and the othertwo made it out safely as well. He ahd to start hsi own job now, not the one he uses as a cover story. It was witch hunting season and he new that it would be a while befor ehe coudl ever get inside the school that teaches witches. It is blocked and secured from any threats, but he had to have some way to get close to at least one of them. He was dressed in casual blue jeans and a black V-neck. Wearing his sunglasses to block out the burnign rays form hsi eyes he wanted to be on top fo thngs today. Witch Hunters ould sense magic when it wa sbeign sued and sometimes if pwoerful enoguh it coudl be tasted int eh air or sene in the aura of a witch or warlock. His goal was to find a witch ro warlock and get clsoe to them. Keeping hsi background a secret and eventually getting clsoe enough to them so they start reveallign all their secrets. Making his wya to a half occupied bench he sits down unable to detect any magic int hsi person givne the breeze was carrying it off so he felt safe enoguh here as he observed passersby. He unfolds a newspaper and appears to be reading it, btu no one coudl tell ebhidn those glasses.

Myles felt the bench vibrate and then heard the scrape of paper being opened, a newspaper. Not even having to take his eyes off his book he knew someone was reading on the other side of the bench. His peace slightly disturbed he decided to sit up and lean against the arm of the bench, not wanting to having his feet facing a stranger, thinking it rude. He only barely glanced at the guy that had taken a seat beside him, noticing he was deeply involved with his paper. Thinking nothing more of it he went back to reading, yawning slightly. He was definitely going to be having a good nights sleep tonight. Glancing at his watch he noticed he had forty minutes before he was meant to see his sister. He took a deep breath when a sweet gust of wind hit him, nearly turning his pages as a result, relaxing even more. Maybe he should take his sister out to a nearby restaurant on the boardwalk, she'd have enjoyed the sights. He knew she had important finals coming up and needed a little distraction. After all even a witch couldn't study for days straight without a break. Taking a second glance at the stranger he shifted in his seat to get more comfortable before returning to his book. Odd there was no sense of pressure coming off the guy next to him.

Damian smeleld the sweet breeze that hit him, but he still couldn't catch the guys scent, not yet but eventualyl the col river reezes would cease. As a stronger breeze hit the bench hsi paper was jerked from his hands and he downs his head in frustration as he stands t g play fetch as it seemed to simply swirl for a bit att eh guy befor ehim. "Sorry." He says leaning over to grba it before it swirls out fo hsi reach by a few inches and Damian trips falling face first into the guys lap. He stands up straightening himself, thankful for a dark complexion so no one coudl see him blushing. "Sorry. Relaly..." Was all he coudl manage as he stands avoiding eye contact as hsi sunglasses fell off onto the the ground at the guys feet.

Myles wasn't interested in the curfuffle that was happening next to him and was quite happily concentrated on his book, that was until the guy started making a fuss around him. What took him by surprise was the face in the lap, snapping his book shut to inspect the stranger before him. What was the idiot playing at? Even he had to admit the guy was a little cute with his fumbling but it wasn't like he was pleased about having his peace interrupted. He beckoned the paper back and the sun glasses up with a flick of his wrist so the guy could take them back. "It's fine just be careful next time." He muttered, opening his book again, going back to his relaxing. It didn't look like he was going to have much luck at relaxing now that it had been rudely shattered.

((wait did he just use magic doing that? Sorry just curious...))

(( Yup telekinesis ))

((okay))

damian looked wide eyed at the guy reaching to take the paper form hsm and the sunglasses, "So what was shown on the news was correct? I mean you area witch...warlcok...I mena it's true?" He tried sounding even more shocked than what he was. He had to find one and this whole time by fate he was drawn to this one particular. "So is it true? I mean abotu the school for girls?"

(( wait I thought people knew about witches? ))

((They do but few actually beleive in it...lol it is like revealing gay marriage people know it exist but there is a larger number who fail to acknowledge it ebcuase it goes agaisnt their beliefs.))

(( OH right gotcha! ))

((YUP))

Myles sighed and looked up from his book at the guy, wondering if he truly was as stupidly cute as he thought. "No I'm actually a magician that happened to have strings and a pully system attached to your things." He muttered distastefully, looking down at his book, when the guy asked another question that he wasn't in the mood to answer. "I'll let you figure that out for yourself." He told him, going back to his book. His peace was truthfully gone, now he had a fumbling muppet asking him questions. Like his questions hadn't already obviously been answered.

Damian half glares a tthe stupid warlcok. Then restraightens himself. He could see that a straight guy would be here with his girlfriend...only a gay guy would come out on a beautiful day to the boardwalk to read a book. this could work to hsi advantage in a number of ways, given he was a cute guy it coudl work. "I'm damian by the way. "He syas not dairng to hodl his hand out as he palces hsi glasses back on his face. "Me and my family jsut moved her, by family I mean my three younger brothers and myself. Sorry to continue beign a bother, but would you like to go out sometime?" He asks kindly.

Myles spotted the glare without hesitation and could see the guy was frustrated and restraining himself from something. What had he said that had gotten him so riled? Nope that was it, he wasn't going to get any form of peace. Snapping his book closed, he tucked it under his arm. "Well Damian welcome to New Orleans." He murmured, standing up, glancing at his watch. He had thirty minutes until he was supposed to see his sister. But what had him raising a brow was the next question the guy asked. "Not to be a painfully obvious, but as you can see we've only just met." He pointed out, running a hand through his hair to straighten it out. "And as I'm sure you tell your little brothers, you shouldn't really go out with strangers." He was debating whether he should try another spot to relax in or if he should just grab a coffee before going to see his sister.

Damian smirks, "My brothers are very capable of handling themselves and so am I. I figured the only way to get know new people is by putting yourself out there for new peopleto meet. Without that how else would we know anybody outside of out families. "He offers chamringly. "All I'jm askignfor a is a coffee, as friends...acquaintances...I suppose I shoudl just go since oyu would rather blow people off all of the time. Sorry for bothering you agian. "He apologizes before downing hsi head lgihtly and turnigna dn straightening hsi figure as if hding emotions of half hearted pain. He didn't really walks away so much as jsut turn to the railing of the boardwalk and look over the waters rtkaing int he breeze.

Myles was wondering if there was something loose in that brain of his but had to admit he was right. No one would get anywhere without trying, not that he didn't try, it was just that most of the time he was preoccupied with other things. His hard gaze took in the guy in front of him, wondering what it was that was bugging him so much, there was something off, something odd that he couldn't pin point just yet. Somehow he wasn't buy his pack of stories, but he was a light distraction and that was about as good as relaxing as he was going to get. Sighing Myles shook his head. "Well come on then, I'm sure there is some fresh coffee brewing in the cafe just down the road by now. Might as well show you seeing as your new...." He murmured, walking away, expecting the guy to follow.

Damian smirks dangerously almsot happy with hismelf. this guy was hot and he hoped he was at least bi. He followed cassually behind until he met up at hsi side, "So how long have you lived here? "He asks trying to keep the conversation interesting. He felt like gettign clsoe to this guy in a differnt way than jsut using him were eh human, but he was a follower of the man in black and that was not going to do.

Myles shoved his hands into his pockets, his fingers itching to get back to his book and turn those familiar pages. Looking up at the sky painted in a kaleidoscope of colours, the best being the underlining of gold as the sun went down, he took a deep breath. "As long as I can remember..." His features flashing in a rather pained look before smoothing out into a look of calm tiredness. Looking forwards once more he pressed his thumb and forefinger against his eyes, trying to keep himself awake and alert. He really shouldn't have taken on so much on his own. "You said you and your little brothers, no parents?" He asked as they neared the cafe, getting a hint of coffee and pastries floating on the air.

Damian loved the smell of the cafe and then he relaized what the guy jsut asked, "Well, I raised my brothers most of their lvies,...we each have differnt fathers and our mother died of cancer without telling us she had it. When I became of age I wanted ot move far as possible form California and thsi palce seemed adequate enough." he explains without shairngtoo many details as to who his mother was and hsi personal father.

Myles nodded, wondering how the boy had gotten here along with his three brothers with no parents to speak of, not that he wanted parents. After all he had killed his own foster father without hesitation. "Good luck with the heat waves." He told him as they got to the cafe, noticing that the boy wasn't being entirely truthful, but wasn't going to dig any deeper. After all once you did there was no turning back. The waitress they were introduced to showed them to a window seat, giving them menus. He took a seat, placing his book on the table, taking up the menu. "The names Myles by the way." He might as well introduce himself it wasn't like they were going to be hanging out regularly, plus he doubted the guy would remember him anyway. "So when did you arrive?" He asked.

((gtg be on tomorrow for a bit))

Damian smiles, "well, We arrived about two weeks ago and haven't been here long. i made two of my brothers get jobs while my youngest is being pushed throguh school.
Damian smirks charmingly, "You seem like a nice guy. Tell you what the cafe is my treat...i mena i did distrub your peace anyway by accident of the wind...So do you ahve any sisters or brothers?" He asks lightly. "Sorry to sound like I'm prying..after this small evening date I'm sure you won't contact em again." He says palinly as he nods for the waitress to come back.."I'l have a decafe mocha." He says kindly. He raises hsi sunglases to his head. "So, um before oyu do run off and forget about me, jsut in case...your own choice...my number." He says pulling out a card with hsi number printed across it and hsi full name. He sildes it into the cover of his book.

(( Aww ok ))

Myles nodded in understanding, having had to push his own sister to continue with school even though she didn't exactly enjoy it sometimes, due to some unsavoury people lurking around. He wondered what part this guy found nice. In fact he wasn't in the best of moods, so it made him question this guys judgement. "Much appreciated. I have a sister." He told him, not that telling him would be a problem, he'd crush anyone who got close to his sister, thank god she wasn't involved with someone. Who said this was a date? He wondered as watched him slipping him a card. Mind reading much. Looking to the waitress he ordered a black coffee with loads of sugar. The card floated up and out of the cover and into his hand, reading it casually. "Interesting. You sure are persistent for a stranger." Showing the barest hint of a smirk, slipping the card back into the cover he leaned back in his chair. "So what do you do for a living or have you not found a job yet?"

Damian smirks rather palyfully leanign back as well. "I work as the local highschool swim coach and the local pool lifeguard. I keep our boat near by at the docks. My and my brothers have always lvoed beingout on thewater and each of us in school were champion swimmers. I am jsut pushing my little brother to do the same to keep himoff the streets. As I hear this palce isn't much differen't form San Diego and has pleanty of drug traffic as well." He adds palnly. He was actualy happy Myles kept his card. He woudl reallly enjoy a more formal date with him, but judging by his persona he didn't fully seem interested and spoke as if this were soemthing to pass time. Which was completely fine by Damian, but were Myles not a warlcok he would be even more interested int his date.

Myles wondered what the guy was so chipper about, he seemed to be rather happy about something and he knew it was more than him keeping the card he had snuck into his cover. He was surprised to learn how eager this guy was to share and sourly wondered what being in a normal school was like. "Sounds like your one of the grinders of the house, always the boss of the house. But I'm sure the drug trafficking is a slight exaggeration." He told him, not that he cared if the story was embellished. If it kept people on their toes then so be it. Digging around in his back pocket he pulled out a card of his own. "Here. I work as a mechanic around here, so if you ever need something fixing come to this place. It's open from 9 - 5, sometimes later depending." He told him, slipping the card across the table. "That's two places you know of now." He thanked the waitress when she came back and handed them their coffee, taking a sip with a sigh. "So I'm guessing you have very little unpacking to do then?"

Damian smirks lightly, "Well, we didn't exactly come her with anything but the clothes on our backs. WE have enough money to take care of things, but we are starting from scratch." He explains kindly as he takes the card. "Do you own the place?" He asked seeing his name on the card but the place was called Doug's it made little to no sense to him unless a previous owner gave it over or sold it to him and he liked the name. He looks into Myles eyes for a moment as if studying his words. He really liked the guy and hated that one day he would probably have to die, but in the mean time it would seem nice to get t know somebody.

Myles wondered why he sounded so accusatory when he'd said such a thing, but he let it slide for now. "Well it sounds quite the task you have there, starting from scratch. Hope you can find some descent things to put in the boat house." Sipping his coffee, he added. "Yes I do, Doug was the previous owner, he handed it over to me after he taught me most everything I needed to know. It's hard work, but it pays the bills. Can't seem to change the name though. Finally got someone to help, not that I wanted an apprentice but he'll have to do. Not got many CV's to choose from." Something in Damian's eyes cast a murderous intent in the room, but it was gone in moments. He glanced at his watch and knew he had enough time. "So I'm going to go out on a limb here and say no one in your family is or has been a warlock considering your reaction today. Have you truly not seen the use of magic until now? Surely in San Diego they have witches who use their magic freely?"

((sorry it's taking so long I'm cooking))

damian frowns, "What boat house? I don't live in a boat I own one...he laughs lightly." He smirks kindly, "Well, in San Diego we also have one of the last and alrgest Hutner societies apparently, big thing ont he news about it." He says palinly. "I haven't seen any until now, but aroudn ehre i can't tell who is a street performer and who is the real deal. With all these Marie Laveau's no one knows who the real deal is." He had no clue as to the difference between Witchcraft and Voodoo given it is only big around here Voodoo is the only real current competition to witchcraft. Damian simply figured it was jsut witches saying voodoo to keep a cover up.

(( that's fine I'm eating too ))

Myles nods in a cleaner understanding of the situation, but he thought the guy had implied he'd lived in a boat. Oh well. "I see, well I'm sure Marie Laveau is someone using that to hr advantage when it comes to fans of hers." He murmured, frowning at the idea of hunters. He might not like witches himself but he didn't understand the whole killing any and every witch and warlock that turned up. His sister was a witch but she is perfectly harmless, not that he didn't feel bad about it. "Thankfully there aren't many hunters around here to be stupid enough to stand up to a witch or warlock, but when a fight does break out you don't want to be collateral damage." He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't understand hunters." He muttered.

((lol I'm making sure my kid, Jayden has all his meals by six.))

Damian smirks, "Yeah, I do suppose hunters are complex in how they work with only one gola in mind. I expect it is like a religious practice for them." He says innocently. The waitress brigns the tab and Damian pulls out his wallet. He sets the money on it, plus a twenty dollar tip. "Well this was fun...I'm sure you have better things to get to." He says not wanting to cut the get to gether short, but he figured the conversation was growing sour for Myles.

((gtg sorry, mate))

Myles was unsure why but the way he said that made him think that he knew more about hunters than he was letting on, even the look in his eyes suggested a lie. "Well I find it to be tiresome. I'd understand if they had a grudge against one in particular but any witch or warlock is inviting the idea of jealousy and fear." Sipping the rest of his coffee he watched as Damian paid the tab, taking note that he may have over tipped. "Well I did promise to see my sister. So you're not wrong there." He got up from his seat and straightened himself out, grabbing his book. "Um nice meeting you." He told him. "See you around." Giving a little wave he turned and left without another word.

(( Aww ok ))

Damian half hoped he wouldn't call or message him, but deep he really did want him to call. It wasn't the fact he was a warlock, but somehow whether or not chemistry existed he was really wanting to get to know this guy. him being a warlock was what made him not want him to call. He figured the uy was feeling annoyed by him enough, but he really liked him and him leaving his card with Damian could have meant two different thins. One, he was wanting to get to know him better and possibly met up again. Two, he was just looking to get the word out about his business.

Damian stands from his seat and moves out of he café looking in either direction to see where he went, but had lost sightof him wth no chance of catching up. He turned deciding he should best go home.

Julian figured his brother was off today so he would be shopping or at home in his study where he spends most of his off time. He had been dropped off at school only having started a few days ago because he was busy helping his brothers pick things out for the new house. Now being settled in he had to start school again and he didn't feel like it given he was being picked on already. Coming to the boardwalk was his safest bet. No one was around with so many working al of the time he had a bit of alone time and with hi hand over the rails he tried forming a small ball of wind in his hand playing catch from one hand to the other with it.

Orlaith had snuck out of school again to escape the madness. She had a free period of free study for about an hour and she didn't think she could stand having another round of stares and whispers. Already today she had been subjected to a back handing by one of the group of girls that seemed to look down on anyone weaker than them, namely being weakling witches or humans and she wasn't either. She was a freak on show. So she came here to escape, not that her brother would be pleased if he found out but she needed it desperately. Sketch pad in one hand and a hot chocolate to go in another she walked down the board walk admiring the view and taking in the breeze until she spotted an interesting sight. It was simple and innocent and was something to admire. Stopping a few feet away from Julian she placed her hot chocolate by her feet and flipped open her pad, wanting to capture him in just the right light and the way he looked in that precious moment. Leaning against the rail, back to the water she started sketching Julian.

Julian felt like eyes were on him and he knew no one could see him tossing the ball of air. He turns looking over seeing a girl glance up and down between him and a sketch pad. He opens his hands to stop the wind but as he does the small ball twist and turn into a larger one blowing toward the girl that was looking at him. It was like a miniature storm meant for her and he didn't even mean for it to be after her. He quickly runs at her as the swirling ball hits the ground and grows. He leaps past it as it rips away at the ground like a bulldozer. Knocking her out of it's path as it disintegrates where she was standing. He found himself on her and his shirt was torn from catching a gaze from he wind. His bare abs reveale through the alrge cut. "Shit! Sorry...it was coming at you." He was hoping he could paly it off as some freak weather. Have y ever seen anything like that before?" He asks casually trying t make it sound convincing enough. He moves off of top of her and picks up her pencila nd not pad handing it back to her. "I'm sorry but it was coming at you."

Orlaith couldn't believe she'd found the perfect live specimen to draw, it wasn't often she got to draw people other than her brother and even then he kept moving. And considering the boy was perfectly still except for his hands he was just right to try her life drawing out. She felt a sizzle of power ripple across her skin making the hairs on the back of egret neck rise, but she noticed all too late as she looked up only to be tackled to the ground by the boy she was trying so hard to sketch. Her pad and pencil went skidding, the wind getting knocked out of her. It took her a moment to realize the situation, blushing sweetly as she looked away whilst he hopped off of her. "It's ok, it isn't the first time that's happened." She mumbled, getting up and brushing herself off, straightening herself out. She smiled softly as she took back her pad and pencil. "Thanks..." Looking longingly at where her pick me up hot chocolate used to be, now in shreds from the little whirl wind. "I probably shouldn't have started drawing you without your permission, especially whilst you were practicing. I apologies... It's just you were in just the right spot. It's hard to find people in a natural state like that." She told him, seeing that her drawing wasn't in the best of shape. "But thanks for saving me. I thought you did really well despite the laps in control. A little more practice and you won't have to leap at unsuspecting girls." She attempted a lame joke. "Are you ok though? You seemed a little ripped up. I have first aid in my bag if you need it. I'm a bit clumsy myself." That was a lie, most of the time it was others doing the harm.

Julian was taken back as she spoke as if she saw what e had been doing with the winds..."Wait, what? I don't know what you're talking about. I mean it was just the wind and it was some freak weather. All I did was try to save you from what looked like something dangerous." He had no idea what else to say but to stick to his story. He liked how the girl spoke casually of it but it made him uncomfortable like she knew what he was. He didn't even know what he was and he wasn't about to tell any strangers much less his brothers. "The only bit of control I needed was my landing when trying to save you from the whirlwind." He explains trying to convince himself more so than her.

Orlaith cocked her head to the side with a look that said she was curious about his story but that she wasn't buying the one he was feeding her. Hugging her sketch pad to her chest she gave a friendly smile. "Well that was a very rare weather occurrence. I didn't hear on the news that there was a sudden influx of mini whirl winds around. I'll have to be more careful next time." She murmured, beckoning him to follow she went over to a bench. "Come here, I'll patch you up." She told him, digging around in her bag. "You know you don't have to be embarrassed, not everyone is brilliant right from the start. I'm guessing your new. I haven't seen you around school before. What classes are you taking at Miss Robichaux's Academy?"

Julian looks at her oddly as he moves to sit down. He didn't really know why but he felt compelled to obey her as she spoke. Then there was a name of a place that sounded so familiar to him. "Miss who's Academy?" He had heard the name before but never directly, perhaps in a dream. How something forma dream truly existed was beyond him.
He sits beside her his chest looking pretty bad off. "I jsut go to the local high school....not some academy owned by a French lady." He explains. "I'm taking french thouhg, but my teacher is more American than either of us." he tries joking and at hsi lgiht laugh the pain finally hit hima s his adrenaline came to a halt. He moves to grip his chest as he winced but the touch hurt even more as he hisses a bit. Looking down he saw the large cut in hsi shirt and his chest looked like a blunt knife scraped across him five thousand times back and forth. It was like a rug burn mixed with a pavement burn. He was bleeding a little bit, but the thought didn't help.

Orlaith was starting to think the boy didn't know much about anything when it came to magic, even though he was doing pretty well at conjuring it. She finally found what she was looking for and pulled out her travel first aid kit. She smiled and motioned for him to turn around and lie with his head in her lap so she could clean him up, offering him a pleasant smile. "It is Robichaux's Academy and it is a witches school, although I'm getting the feeling you didn't know you are a warlock and a good one so far at that." She gestured for him to lie down again so he didn't further injure himself. "I'm also guessing that is why you tried to cover it up as a weather accident." She murmured, waiting for him to do as he was told, cotton bud and disinfectant poised at the ready.

Julian nods slightly and lays his head down in her lap. He felt like he had known her for ages as if he had dreamed about her. "Yeah, well..I don't beleive in the whole witchcraft thing. I mean I can't do things like that no one can. It sounds like som school for wiccans who call themselves witches and warlocks. I didn't do anytihng like that. "He says again. He was frightened of hsi own power,but she seemed ot come up with an explanation rather quickly for a fake story. He had never heard of witches actually existing and would people not be aware of school who teaches it?

Orlaith waited until he was relaxed and lying down to start her patch work. She was as gentle as could be and warned him when she knew it would hurt, wondering how strong he could become with some guidance and practice. She paused in her work and looked down at him, almost concerned for his welfare. She knew how scary powers could be, but in time she saw as a new type of science that no one had an explanation for. She let her free hand slip through his hair for comfort, unconscious of the fact she was doing so. "You can do it. I know how you feel, even my brother was scared when he started and now practically nothing scares him." She chuckled at the thought. "Magic when used inappropriately can be frightening, but only a hand full of people are like that. That is why we have the academy. To help and guide." She held her palm face up with the cotton ball on it before concentrating and watching it rise. It was light so it wasn't difficult to move. She smiled. "See. Nothing scary about a cotton ball." She bopped him on the nose with the cotton bud, giggling softly as she guided it back into her hand to finish cleaning him up.

Julian laughs lightly. "Wow, so you are a telekinetic?" He asked in amusement. Watching ehr fix him up kind of soothed him. Deep down he didn't feel sexual attraction to women, but he would never tell. He was allured by her. He lvoed the feeling of being cared for by a gentle womans touch. She was very attractive and she relaxed himso easily. he really liked this feeling and seemed to almsot feel as if he shoudln't be afraid anymore. "So how does one get into this academy?" He asked kindly.

Orlaith smiled sweetly but her eyes held a hint of longing and sadness as she cleaned him up. Once she was done she started to put a little bit of soothing cream on his chest before wrapping gauze around him. "Yes..." She told him, although that was a small lie, she could only do so much before getting dizzy or getting headaches. She started putting away the first aid equipment and stuck it back into her bag, leaning back against the bench. "All done." She smiled. "Good question, normally parents or someone connected to the academy signs you onto the academy. If you want you can come with me and we can get you registered. I have to go back soon anyway." She offered with a smile.

Julian smiles charmingly leaning up with a nod, "that sound sgreat, but what do i say to my brothers...I'm a warlock? I mena I live with them and I doubt any of them have special gifts like that." He syas still trying to keep an open mind about it all. He was half frightful what would be thought of him. Then he realized it was gettign extremely dark he had only arrived him moments ago, but he left shcool hours ago. His brothers would kick his ass if they knew he had skipped all day and stayed out all day as well. He stands for a moment and takes off hsi jacket and then his shirt. He then tosses his shirt in a trash bin and then pulsl his jacket back on, "thanks by the way." He says smiling.

((When is myles coming in? Oh and some real heated drama will be stirring soon, Mathew Goode is out to stop Julian form finding out abotu the shcool becuase hsi older brother is a hunter. This shoudl eb interesting.))

(( Oh I was going to have him come in about now ))

Orlaith pondered his question for a moment not sure what the correct answer would be. "Well I'm not sure. It's up to you really. I mean if you don't feel comfortable telling them until you have more control then that is fine. Or if you'd feel better telling them now that is also fine. I'm not the best at giving advise." She grinned sheepishly as she checked her watch. "I know we've only just met but I can come with you if you want some support." She offered. "The only place you are going is back to school." Myles interrupted, arms crossed as he glanced at the boy who appeared half naked. Orlaith nearly winced as she stood up. "Myles ... I didn't know you were here." She said innocently, knowing she'd been busted. "I'm hoping this boy doesn't have a death wish." He muttered. Putting up her hands in a gesture of peace she took her position in front of her brother. "Don't be like that. He's innocent so stop glaring, it's unbecoming of you." She told him with a sigh. "Apologies this is my brother, he has a knight complex." She smiled at Julian. Myles kept glaring but only slightly relaxed. "And yes of course I'm going back to school, but ... as I was saying to ... Um I'm sorry what is your name?" She asked Julian.

"Julian" He says quickly looking over the guy ebfore him and he felt even more drawn to this guy. He was very attractive, but as always he would never admit it. As far as anyone hwo knows him thinks he is a complete heterosexual. He has had sex with girls beofre, but he is ot attracted to them the wya he is guys and he jsut finds girls to be a substitute for the better thing. He had to keep the show going after all. "Hell, so...I'm Julian...I mena...your sister here helped me after a small fatality. She informed me a bit more about myself...things I never knew." He tries for small tlak.