Her lips parted in a smal ‘o’ as a parade of emotions passed through her face, finally settling in confusion. “Wha-What happened there? What’d he do?”

Her bottom lip sticks out in a little pout. “He tried to pretend to me that he was still good. But he was really bad and he didn’t want to be bad, but his mentor person made him bad. But he still didn’t change, even when he saw it hurt me. He just made it worse.” She curled up on the fountain’s ledge and stared into the sky. “He thinks his betrayal will make it better if I think he was purely bad… But he’s wrong. It’s worse. Because he knows it’s not true and he’s a liar. Such a liar…”



"I know!” She grabs another wing,  starts nibbling on it. “But at least they still have their, uh, vanilla sprinkle. Doughnuts. KFC’s a lost cause without their wings.”

"Donuts definitely can make up for it. But only by a little bit." She muses, bringing her knees to her chest as she watches Julie. "KFC’s chicken makes me happy. And their mac n’ cheese. After that, forget it."



              you’re mistaken.

                        there’s no such place
                        as special projects. it
                        sounds     like   you’ve 
                        been    prank     called.  

      “Well that’s why I came to you.
      It was 2 in the morning when I
      got the ridiculous call, trying to
      contact someone by your name
      about such a silly incident.

                  I just figured I’d let you know, joke or not.
                  Better safe than sorry.”



          “I think you’ll find I almost always
           do. Sunny Milton, pleasure to 
           meet you, miss Grayson.”

      “Miss Milton. You have a wonderful
      name, if I do say so myself. The
      pleasure is mine. I insist!”



     ”Sheri, nice name.
     Is that meant to be
     short for something or…?”
Honestly Tony was attempting to make
what seemed like common, natural
small-talk between two semi-strangers.
Hoping to keep her talking while he tried
to think of a believable story for
where he was from.
     ”Where am I from?
     A small Alaskan town in
     the absolute middle of no-where.”


      “No. Sheri’s my full first
      name. Nothing else to it.
      Different, but plain. That’s
      how my family did it.”
She doesn’t elaborate further than that,
because she’s not required to. Instead,
she intently listens to the boy’s explanation.
Her empath senses pick up his suave conf-
idence and dishonesty right away, but
she doesn’t say anything about it.
      “Must have been cold. Ever
      see anything weird out there?
      I hear that sometimes blizzards
      and cabin fever do things to
      people. Make ‘em a little crazy.”




     “Of course you did,” she sighed, rolling her eyes halfheartedly. “Um, scenic route I guess? I dunno.” Letting out a small chuckle, she shrugged. “You’re the local, you tell me which is less…crowded.” Steph was people person, but with the pity party they just had, she didn’t want much contact with other humans besides her friend.

      “The scenic Central Park route then. I know a quieter path we can take. Enjoy the shade and the greenery.” She stood and brushed her hands of invisible dirt. With a flourish, she bowed before her friend and held out a hand. “Shall we, my lady bat?”




"Please, do not surprise me like that again."

"… Okay pal. Take a breather. I apologize for that. But I did bring coffee.”


"I’m kinda regretting not getting the mac’n’cheese, dude."



>”I can order it for you if you want. My treat.


At least she knew they had that in common. Natasha couldn’t stay still for too long without wanting to pull her hair and feeling she was about to go crazy.


     “Nice to hear that. And if you ace this, I’ll foresee you don’t stay in the sidelines for much long.” That was code for ‘I am considering an apprentice and you seem pretty fitting’. Of course, if they survived the adventure.

Idle hands do the Devil’s work, as they say. Although, in their case, they’ve been doing some fairly dirty work since Day One on the job. And now Sheri was doing such work with the best in the business.

      “Aha— Thank you for such optimism.” The code goes over her head, but it’s probably for the better. If she’d interpreted it right, she would’ve ended up in a tizzy for hours. She loaded her things into the car and slid into the passenger seat with ease, looking to Natasha as she got in. “Next stop, Korea, right?”



Evelyn had seen many a strange feat in her days, both sorcery and alien life among them. Still, the concept of magic never ceased to amaze her. In utter awe, her gaze fell from Sheri to closely observe what played out in the water below.

        ❝Holy crap. How did you—?❞

{ As if I’d even understand how}

Sheri feels like giving a little puff of the chest in pride, but she decides that’s a little overkill. Instead, she grins at the redhead over her work with a glint in her eye that all magic users seem to have mastered. 

      “Magic, of course. But it’s different than how I’ve been using it.”

A finger traces along the rim of the round glass table as the scene continues, the image blurring in and out like a television with bad reception. Naturally, her casting is not perfect, but that’s only because she’s only just begun taking her lessons. Everything would be slow and steady from here, until events went into overdrive.

      “I’ve learned that using magic is something of… A symbiotic relationship. Everything in this world has energy. Magic is simply a higher form of using that energy in a compatible way, like a two way street. I was taught the wrong way when I was younger—

 { Because you learned from a demon, obviously. }

      “I kept trying to simply control the energy. Now I know I have to kind of communicate with the energy I need and work with it. It’s been a long time coming to figure that out.”