Shadow City discussion

Famous park known for its three statues of Andrew Jackson.

Quintus walked along the concrete paths that cut through the perfecting manicured grass. He kept his hands in the blue pressed pants of his uniforms, only taking them out to wave at the occasional ghost and or tourist, scratch his balls, or use them wave a mosquito away. The look of raw boredom was unmistakable. His only purpose in the park was to prevent drunks from peeing in the shrubbery and stop couples from having sex behind the castle. It was a simple job for a simple man.

Helena was walking through the park occasionally snapping a few picture of people on the sidewalk, the people of course cursed at her but they didn't tell her what to not do with them. Helena then took a picture of a man in a uniform, she walked closer to the castle, and took a few pictures.

The young man snapped out of his boredom daze and narrowed his eyes. Some of the technology still escaped him; it took him a minute to find out that the girl had used a different version of a camera. He was fairly certain she couldn't do that. Right? Right.
"Hey. Do not take pictures of people. They don't like it." He barked, pointing a finger at the girl.

Helena looked up and deliberately snapped a picture of him before putting the camera away, " Hey don't worry, I'm not going to use them for the press, on fact I'm making a collage of photos and presenting them at a art show in two weeks," Helena said and she looked around admiring the building.

"Hey, I looked at the American constitution a few weeks ago and that is defiantly illegal." He narrowed his striking blue eyes. "Invasion of privacy. Just make sure you white out the faces. Or something." It was safe to say Quintus wasn't the most assertive security guard out there.

" oh don't worry I don't show the faces because I know that people wouldn't like a stalker at their doors forcing them against the wall, so I always darken the faces out," Helena said before looking around again.

The Spaniard just stared at her. "...Well ok then." He said, slowly nodding and also looking around. The Americans could sure do their architecture right. Nothing like Rome, of course. But still pretty. "Where are you from?" He asked, assuming she wasn't from New Orleans. Nobody was these days.

" I'm from London England," Helena said, she looked at the building, she squatted down took out her camera and snapped a picture of the castle, " For Americans they sure know how to build," Helena said.

"Come here for the ghosts?" He asked. He had been to London before. But that was a ridiculously long time ago. "And haha, they sure-" The smile on his face suddenly faded. "How did you know that's what I was thinking about?"

" I'm a witch," Helena answered, she snapped another picture of the building. Helena eyed the man, wondering what she could make him do for her, since she had the power to control his mind.

Quintus blinked in surprise, normally one kept their witch identity to themselves. But then he remembered that witches were about as common as ghosts nowadays. What a fantastic new world. "Isn't that something." He said, smiling. "Well. I am also a witch."

Helena looked up, " Oh really, what are your powers?" Helena asked.

"I'm eh...a little rusty on them." He admitted. "I can still cast spells. But in the old days I could hold trap a ghost in my body." He nodded, thinking about his past. "And light shit on fire. What are yours?"

" Mind control, telekinesis, and some other one I always forget," Helena answered.

"Ah. So you're like a..." He paused, trying to find a way to make what he was about to say sound sophisticated. "Brain witch." Quintus said, for lack of better words. "Those are very useful." He nodded. "You should go to the apprentice hall. We need all the hunters we can get."

" No thank you," Helen said and took a picture of the building but at a different angle.

Quintus's dark brows furrowed. "Why not?" When he was confronted about becoming a hunter from another witch named Lucy, he jumped at the chance.

" Because I hate being stuck with something I don't like," Helena answered.

"You're not going to be stuck." He blinked in confusion. "You get to hunt bad guys. Like Mighty Mouse. What more could one ask for?"

" Again I hate being stuck with something I don't like, I will not be a hunter if I am a bad guy myself, and the reason I haven't done anything to you is because I don't think your worth my time," Helena said.

"You don't seem like a bad guy." Quintus said, ever the clueless one. This type of thing happened to him often; he would approach anyone, it could be a man covered in prison tattoos at a bar or a female that was shooting meth into her veins. He would stop everything and have a conversation. There were no shits given.

" Well that's because I haven't done anything that you know of, remeber the death of thousands, that was me, all me," Helena said, (( whatever war that Quintus can remeber is the one she caused)).

"There are lots of those, but I can't imagine that you would be the sole cause." He smiled good-heartedly and patted her shoulder. "This is a new world. Wars aren't caused from kidnapping pigs anymore." That was a small village war in Hispainia for that reason. That was a weird war.

Helena narrowed her eyes and brushed off her shoulder where he touched it. " You know sometimes I wonder why I talk to people," Helena said.

"Ha, me too!" Quintus sighed with a shrug.

Helena looked at him, " You know you aren't like any guy I have talked too, some guys would just ignore me and let me babble on but you are different, would it be okay if I called you my friend?" Helen asked.

"Kay." He smiled, brushing his black hair out of his baby blue eyes.

" Good," Helena smiled, she took one picture of Quintus, and then one of the entire veiw that she could see.

(( Reminder))

"How long are you staying in New Orleans?" He asked, adjusting his hat.

" Don't know, haven't decided," Helena said as she put her camera away.

"You should stay forever." Quintus nodded to himself. "New Orleans is amazing. They sell Crazy Cheese in Target here." The young man traveled all over Louisiana, and he only found the practically brand of canned cheese in The Big Easy to his immense liking.

" If only I had someone to stay with, yet I have no parents, siblings, relatives, boyfriend, i have no one to stay with," Helena said.

"What happened to them?" He asked, concerned.

" Nothing, my whole family disowned me," Helena said.

The Spaniard blinked multiple times. Instead of shutting up, he asked: "Why?"

" Because I turned evil," Helena said.

"You don't seem evil!" Quintus laughed. "You know, if you don't have a place to stay you could bunk with my roommate and I in our apartment for a few days." Ah Quintus. Forever plagued with terrible street smarts.

Helena looked at him, " no thank you, my mother may have disowned me, but I still know not to bunk with strangers," Helena said.

"Okey doeky. We just needed someone else to chip in on the rent." He shrugged. Speaking of which, Quintus needed to pay the electricity bill too. Shit. Maybe Benji could ask for money from his parents again...

Helen looked at him she dug through her bag and brought out a huge wad of cash, " Here, a friend helping a friend," Helena said and handed him the wad of cash.

It was night time, of course. What other time would the vampires of West Africa be present, roaming the streets of the Big Easy? It was the night after what the witches were calling the Red Masquerade, where adzes were finally alleviated of their starvation. Witches were on high alert, collectively casting a spell that bound the adzes to Earth so they could not flee to the spirit world. Many of their kind would die tonight in the hunt.

But frankly, Ekun gave no fucks.

The ones who were going to die were weak anyways. It would be a cleanse, not a massacre. For that, Ekun was grateful.

She was in firefly form, bobbing up and down through the dimly lit grass in Jackson Park. Her brother Dayo was nearby, but her vision was weak, she could not see him.

((Gtg, going to class.))

Pulling her coat a bit tighter around herself, Sabine giggled as she leaned against her current date. She was cold, but bored. And the guy with her was cute. So now they were taking a shortcut to his place, apparently. Whatever. She just went with it.

“It’s cold.” She pouted playfully, looking up at him with her big blue eyes. She rubbed her arms teasingly to try and create friction to warm herself up.

“Well, maybe wearing a coat is just giving you the illusion of being cold. Why don’t we just… take care of that.” He winked at her, tugging her jacket down her arm. Oh, what the hell? She’d done it in worse places.

As he gave her a light push, she allowed him to place her back against a tree. He leaned down to her level, and she willingly kissed him back, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist to hold herself up. That way it was easier for them to do this. And the tree was helpful, keeping her up.

As the ground shook, Ekun could hear the rumbling voices of humans. The sound of the blood pumping through their beating hearts gave Ekun chills; it took all of her willpower to contain herself in firefly form. To reveal herself would be suicide-

There was another set of footsteps, and another voice, speaking to the couple. "Hehe, mind if I join you two in a ménage à trois?" Damn you, brother. Ekun thought to herself.

Sabine smiled and slithered down the tree to the ground, though her partner did not look pleased at all. She studied the newcomer for a moment, then nodded. "I'd be delighted." She purred, shooting her partner a hard look. He got the message and sighed, then shrugged as the blonde girl stepped over to Dayo, tilting her head back to look up at him.

Her hands ran up his chest, resting on his shoulders. It wasn't that she liked him a lot, it was that she didn't have anything against him. And it was always smarter to go along with it than risk being hurt.

He wasn't bad looking. There was nothing noticeable about his clothing, but his features looked kind. He had dark eyes and light brown skin, with high cheekbones and a round high. The honey colored vampire tilted his head in curiosity as she dragged her hands up his chest. He blinked, then smiled, then threw his head back in laughter. His laughter it was...hollow. And loud. The stuff of mental patients. "I didn't expect you to say yes, mademoiselle." He grabbed her hand that rested on his shoulder.

"There's a lot of things about me that you don't expect." Sabine grinned, flicking her head slightly to brush aside her blonde pigtails. (Everyone had their little... quirks.) Her silvery blue gaze watched and followed him curiously. Her pale skin was in direct contrast to his darker skin, as she noted at his hand moving over hers. That made her a bit more tense, but not noticeably so.

Squeezing her hand harder, he wrenched it off his shoulder and twisted it so that her arm was behind her back. "Move and I will rip your arm out of its socket." He hissed happily in her ear, his sharpened teeth millimeter's from her skin.