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Oh, you're just the same as I used to know

Who; Arkady + OTA
What; Open intro log fun times!
Where; Residence area and into building Blue, harbor, and market!
When; Starting on the 3rd through the 5th
Warnings; Mentions of blood and nothing else I can think of at the moment.

A. What Can You See-Harbor

There was someone Arkady needed to find. Someone important to her that she hoped beyond anything would be here too. She'd wasted absolutely no time exploring this new place. Teleportation made it easy to get around swiftly but there was an easier way to look and see things. The harbor seemed like a good choice for her experiment. The dock with the dilapidated ships seemed especially promising as a location that she might not be disturbed. Who else would choose to come out to a place that only held broken pieces? They were things she had always been drawn to though. Maybe broken things spoke to broken people in ways that only they understood. Or maybe she just liked the promise of not being noticed.

There was a large bottle of vodka next to her as she dangled her feet off the dock and looked down at the water. A part of her had grown truly sick of water. Back home it felt like there was a never ending supply of water that just kept closing in on them as the days went by. It was their fault of course, so could she really complain? No. The only thing she ever complained about was the fact that she couldn't fix it all by herself.

"I have a world of my own to fix," she said to nobody in particular with a slight edge of anger to her voice. "And other people you took me from that need me." There was frustration in her voice that she didn't usually let on, but she thought it was safe here to speak freely to the open waters. She heaved a sigh, took a drink from the bottle, and then her eyes began to glow a bright white and her body went as still as a statue. She stayed that way for longer than she should have looking for people she needed to find and also for a layout of this place. The more she knew, the easier could get around.

Eventually she hit something wrong though, something that caused her to jerk back to herself and nearly fall off the dock.

"Fuck," she shouted as she gasped for air and her eyes returned to purple. "Oh no. No, no, no. Not here too." She was going to need more vodka for this.

B. Find Your Color

After her exploration she'd returned to the residence building that she'd initially been taken to and shifted through the satchel to find the key. There was still a part of her bothered by what she'd seen, but now there were other people around and that meant an act had to be put on. Nobody else needed to be bothered by what was going on. Especially not if they had just arrived like her. Everyone was going to be confused enough without adding more to it.

"A-09, blue building! I like blue!" If it occurred to her that it was odd to be speaking aloud to herself she didn't let it show in the slightest. Instead the bald young woman just pulled her jacket up over her shoulders, making the word FreakAngels on the back much more visible. Unfortunately her readjustment of her jacket also made the blood stains on it much more prominent. In fact, if one were to get close enough they might notice that she's got what looks like dried blood stains on her neck. The way she tugged the jacket around her made it fairly obvious she was aware of the fact that the stains could be seen and really didn't want anyone else to be.

Dangling from the jacket there were a variety of doll parts that jingled as she walked up to the blue building and just looked it over for a few seconds. She swayed back and forth with her hands clasped behind her back as she looked at the building as if she were studying it for reasons only known to her. After a few solid minutes of just staring with bright white eyes at the building she disappeared for just a second. When she reappeared it was directly in front of the blue building. Where precisely she went during her brief disappearance was anyone's guess (the roof of the building) but she acted like it never happened as she opened the door and stepped inside.

"Hello! Is anyone else here?" she said loudly in a bight and cheerful voice as she walked into the common room. She was definitely curious about who her building-mates would be in this place. Though, there was one person in particular she was very focused on finding.

C. Lets Go Shopping

After another day of exploration Arkady made her way to the open-air market with a considerable amount of enthusiasm. Her jacket rested on her elbows revealing her pale and frail looking shoulder. She had on a see-through skirt made of a patchwork of different colors and she walked barefoot without any sort of care. There was a small smile on her face as she moved around the stalls excitedly looking at just how much there was.

"There's so much! This is wonderful!" Much better than the place she'd been before. It had plenty of things to buy but it hadn't been like this. This was like home except so much better. There was the same familiar feel as the market back home but there was so much to be found. For years there had been a shortage of everything. Fresh food was difficult to find and relied greatly on what the FreakAngels could actually grow themselves. Spices were no longer a luxury. In fact, luxuries in general were a thing of the past.

This however, it was something magical and exciting. Not only that but there people here. Real people. Not fake people like there had been in the other city. Every now and then her eyes would glow bright white and then she'd smile brightly as she touched the minds of actual people. Real people with real thoughts that didn't give her a headache.

Eventually, she stopped in front of a fishmonger and just took in the smells. "There's so much here! I don't even know what to get..."

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“Most things don’t like to be eaten, I would say. Though I can understand not eating something out of courtesy to it.” And he honestly could, given the smallest member of his crew was nothing more than a very endearing little hermit crab that he hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat when he happened on it in his childhood. Herman was simply... special. Tiny little thief, liked to take things that weren’t his to hide away in. Did the conversation make him think of his small companion? Yes. Did he feel a little pang of missing him and the others in his group? Also yes.

“I suppose I do,” Out at restaurants, or more often than not outside, he responded with a little shrug. “I’m also lucky enough to be invited to gatherings where food is generally served. Of course, Arkady’s excitement over finding out how to properly cook the fish and the offer to make some for him as well was... very sweet. Caelan was visibly touched by that generosity offered to someone who was a stranger, unable to stop himself from smiling. “That’s very kind of you? I would be quite thankful for the gesture.” He hummed lightly, “Perhaps in return I could provide the fish, I admit I’m quite good at catching them despite not being able to cook them.” A strange thing to admit perhaps, but it was honest.

Because here they were, in a strange world, with limited funds. Caelan wasn’t the sort to take something and offer nothing in return (unless there was thieving involved, that was different), and by the sound of it she could use a few good meals.

"Do you think plants don't like it?" The true question of the century. Her tone was light, clearly it was just meant to be a joke. Though it did make her wonder if plants knew. She could talk to animals now but she hadn't tried a flower. Maybe she should try it the next time she tested things with her powers. What would a flower have to say? Would it say anything at all? Those were the curious things to think about. Clearly the important things to think of when taken to a weird alternate dimension.

"That would be nice of you! I've never been fishing. Is it fun?" She wasn't entirely sure if it was something she'd enjoy doing. But Arkady was a strong believer in trying everything at least once. That included a lot of things that one probably shouldn't necessarily try. But that wasn't here or there and there was no reason for her to actually voice that. "If you're good at catching them, why have you never learned to cook them?" She had to admit she was really curious about that. You'd think if someone had learned to fish and gotten good at it, then they'd have learned how to cook them.

As quickly as she thought of the question to ask him a thought came to her mind. "Oh! Maybe I can just take the information from someone that knows. You said the people selling might know so I could get it from them perfectly!"

“They may not? At least some mightn’t.” Caelan grinned a little at her light tone, though he could think of some fae of the plant variety who definitely wouldn’t appreciate being turned into salads. Still, they would probably get a bit miffed with whomever was trying to make a meal of them before it got to that point.

Ah, fishing was different between humans and selkie-folk. He supposed she might like doing it the people way, though. Many did it for sport or relaxation. Well... The rich folk did, those who were less lucky did it to eat. “You might like it, it’s quite fun sometimes and relaxing others.”

Well now wasn’t that a good question Arkady? He rolls with it smoothly though, “I’ve got friends who are better cooks, and everyone in the group has their talents, so we all do our part to make sure everyone eats.” It’s not even a lie, the others in the crew sometimes cook what he catches if they’re gathering together, so even if it’s not all the time... It’s enough to be a passable answer he thinks.

Oh she moved on quickly, excellent! “You certainly could, if they aren’t too busy they’ll probably be happy to give you some advice. If not, I’m sure there are others in this place that know better than I do about how to cook.” Surely the ‘Aspects’ as they were called had thought to drag a few people who knew their way around the kitchen here. Couldn’t open businesses like a restaurant without them, and they seemed keen to rebuild the city to a more normal state.

"Maybe I'll try to ask them. I bet I could talk to them too," she said with a bright smile. Now she had a number of things to keep her busy. It definitely would be lower on the list of things to do, but that wasn't to say she wasn't at least slightly curious about if she could. And if she could actually could then what would a plant have to say? Would it have anything that it actually want to express?

"I've never really made time for relaxing things," she said with a casual little shrug of her shoulders. Relaxing was always at the very bottom of her list and it had been far before they'd wrecked their own world. Arkady had always been what people might call a wild child. Rather than relaxing or playing video games with some of the other FreakAngels she'd spent her time doing what most might consider less wholesome activities.

There was a slight hesitation at his response to her question about why he didn't know how to cook and there was a brief moment where she thought about asking more. Like how it was possible that he never even picked up on small tips. But something in the back of her mind told her he might not really want to linger on the subject so she just went with moving on. It seemed easier and if someone wanted to elaborate on things to her, they would.

"I'll ask first! But I'd probably get more from just taking what they knew..." she kind of trailed off for a second and seemed to mostly be speaking to herself. "Especially if they're busy. I don't want to take their time when there are easier options!" This could be a good way for her to actually be able to help people out here from the get go. It was an exciting idea to her.

Caelan noted a few interesting points to her words, the fact that she seemed to intend to talk to things that most humans wouldn’t expect an answer from, and then the way that she had phrased ‘taking what they knew’ rather than asking for advice. The first could be written off as youthful imagination, at least to the human folk. The second was... decidedly odd.

“Pardon, miss, did I hear you correctly?” He asked, head tilting slightly with interest. “Did you say you could ‘take what they knew?’ Rather than ask?

Was that one of the things she wasn't supposed to say? In her mind she could practically hear Kirk chastising her for saying too much. It reminded her of the last time she'd been in a market back home. Evidently she'd told people their future. Or more specifically she'd told them exactly when they'd die in the future. At least that's what Kirk had told her. She didn't quite remember it, but she'd just assumed she'd left her memories of it in the future.

She tilted her head and gave a borderline sheepish smile. "I would ask first, unless they're super busy. I don't want to take too much of someone's time if they're busy. Especially if I could learn on my own!"

Alright, Caelan supposed that he’d heard correctly then. That just left him with a few more questions, it was a rare sounding talent after all...

Her expression and her words do seem rather sincere, and well-meaning though. “That so? Well, I can understand that line of thought. It’s definitely kind of you to not want to bother someone for something you could work out yourself, even if I’m not sure how what you said would work.”

And honestly... That seemed like an ability best left secret, ‘normal people’ tended to panic over the silliest things as it was without worrying about someone dipping into their heads for information. If they weren’t panicking over it? They tended to seek to use such a thing instead. Of course, Caelan is a bit of a stickler for keeping things secret. Especially here and now. “Pardon a stranger for giving more unsolicited advice, but you may not want to talk about such an ability to just anyone. Some things are best kept up here.” He tapped his own head, “For safe keeping.”

"Kirk always said that," she said with a tiny frown. "He told me I couldn't go to the market for a bit because I'd upset everyone." In a way it'd kind of hurt her feelings, but she'd never let that show. Not to Kirk or Connor or anyone at all. There was no reason to let anyone know about that. Her job was to keep spirits up and test their powers. Which meant her own feelings came last to everything else, at least that was the way she saw it.

"Oh! We don't have to be strangers. I'm Arkady," her tone and expression brightened up considerably. She tapped her head and continued to smile. "That's where my abilities are. Up here! I don't mind if people know. I'd know before if they shouldn't know." It occurred to her after she spoke that maybe the statement wouldn't fully make sense. "If they have bad intentions. And even if they did, I wouldn't be in danger." There was a strong bit of confidence in that statement. As if she had complete confidence in the idea that nothing would actually be able to harm her. "So don't you worry about me, sweets. I'm always fine."

There was... a lot in that she said that he didn’t like to hear. Having one's movements restricted, no matter how well-meaning, seemed a poor idea. Then again, he was a being that thrived on having the freedom to roam and be as he was either in the seas or on land. Seemed better to learn, to practice keeping one's abilities and true self under wraps while experiencing the world around you.

Then again, he’d gotten himself into a lot of trouble over the years by living like that. So he supposed that he might not have been the best example...

“So you at least have a sort of protection to prevent the wrong person from finding out?” He hummed a little, the confidence behind her words and the rather earnest way she explained everything before now definitely backed that up... “That’s good, people can unfortunately be quite unpleasant about things like that.”

At least in his experience they tended to be. “It’s nice to meet you though, Arkady. I’m Caelan, by the way.”

"I can see thoughts. Hear thoughts. Both," she said with a casual shrug. "And well, we don't die." We being her and the other twelve that were like her. "Should I not say that? Kirk would probably say I shouldn't say that out loud." She frowned and looked around to see if there was any indication that anyone else might have been listening. It didn't seem like anyone around them cared about their conversation at all, but if Dualis had taught her anything it had been that seeing didn't mean much of anything.

"Oh, I know how unpleasant people can be. Freakangels. That's what people called us back home. They were very afraid of us," her tone was still oddly upbeat despite the words. Even their own parents had been afraid of them and in the end they'd sold them. That was a topic Arkady didn't want to actually get into though, it'd risk ruining her forced cheerfulness that she so carefully tried to present to the world around her. So, instead, she simply moved on from it quickly without a second of pause.

"It's nice to meet you Caelan! That's a very pretty name! Where are you from?"

“Some people might be a little put off by that knowledge, yeah.” Like him, ever so slightly, he doesn’t show it on his face though. Caelan is good at masking his emotions, so instead of looking worried over the idea that someone here could read his thoughts he smiled instead. “I think you’re safe though, no one seems to be paying much attention to us. Too much going on in their own lives, I’d bet.” He added when he noticed her looking around at the crowd.

Fear and a name like ‘Freakangels?’ How utterly rude. Wherever Arkady was from, the sounded rather terrible. He did wonder if there were any worlds out there that weren’t unpleasant in some way, but he doubted it. Caelan opened his mouth to comment further, but she moved on rather quickly, and he missed his chance. The selkie supposed that cheerful tone aside, it might be a subject she’d rather move on from.

“Thank you, I’m rather fond of it myself.” He responded with a little laugh, humming a little he shrugged slightly. It was hard to say if his answer would be one she would know or not, the world she spoke of sounded different from the one he knew. “Ireland, though I’ve moved around a lot in recent years.” He paused, blinking for a moment. “Though I suppose this might be the most drastic move I’ve made so far.”

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"I know. It always makes people uncomfortable. Sometimes we even block each other from seeing inside," she said "Or too much going on in this world," she replied with the touch of a frown. That brought a question to her mind that she voiced out loud. "I wonder if they're from here." Now that was certainly something she would have to look more into on her own.

"Oh! I never got to go there before the bad things happened, but we weren't too far. We made our home in Whitechapel and tried to fix it as best we could," which really wasn't that great of a job. It was definitely better than it'd been before they'd shown up in Whitechapel, but only so much could be done to an area that'd almost been completely flooded. "We moved around a lot too, but never to far off places," she laughed at the last thing he said. "I bet that's true for most people. I came here from another place I shouldn't have been. This one is better."

Caelan had been wondering himself, how many people in this place were actually from this world? How many were actually like themselves, but had been here longer?

Of course, he’s a little more interested in Arkady and her world for the moment. Similar to his own, and yet so obviously different. “Yeah? I wondered if there were an Ireland in your world, and if your Whitechapel was the one I was thinking of.” He shook his head a little, “Well, it’s still not quite the one I’m thinking of. I suspect your world has gone down a very different path than my own by the sounds of it.” The selkie would love to ask further, to learn of what his folk were like or what they were known for in her world, but there was so much to think over already.

Humming, the sound coming out a bit questioning as she mentioned where she’d been last. “You too? I admit, I’m a little more use to the idea of there being multiple worlds which one can walk isn’t entirely strange... But this is another sense of the idea entirely, you aren’t the first I’ve heard to come from somewhere they shouldn’t be. Makes one wonder over how common a problem it might be, or if we’ll ever get home.”

"Probably very different. Unless you have a version of us there that mucked things up," she said with a slight rueful tone. "The place I was at before had a lot of different people from different versions of the same world. I liked learning about them!" And seeing that in some world's Europe hadn't been completely fucked up by a bunch of kids with too much power and too much anger.

"Some even came from completely different worlds altogether!" Those were the most interesting to her. The ones that weren't even from a version of Earth at all. She tilts her head and then asks: "What was your home like?"

His response to her admission about having come from a different place also managed to peak her curiosity. "There's one other person from the place I came from here. I wonder if you met him?" She frowned slightly and bit down on her lip. "Where I was before, they told us when they would send us home. One year. But it was a lie. What they did instead was much worse. But here they haven't told us anything about sending us home at all." And she really wasn't sure if that was better or worse. At least not yet.

“My world?” He hummed a little, “Very green, full of life and ingenuity at the moment. Things get mucked up to varying degrees on and off though. Plagues, famines, wars... People unfortunately, I find, bring those about very quickly.” Humans and fae alike if he were being honest. “I wouldn’t say any of it was ever caused by someone quite so pleasant to chat with as you.” He added with a kind smile to Arkady. Caelan would be willing to bet there was a reason behind whatever it was she was talking about, but it was her business.

He shrugged a little as they moved on, “I might have met him, I’ve met a lot of people since I arrived. Bit of a social butterfly as they say.” He chuckled a little, he did like to be surrounded by interesting people. So striking out and meeting everyone was the best way to combat the unfortunate loss of his companions since arriving.

“The lack of discussion on how or when we get to go home is a bit frustrating, hopefully they don’t have anything worse planned like your last world.” He frowned a little, “Awful rude to lie about something like that, taking people from their homes against their will is terribly rude in the first place.” It was something he admittedly hated, and was prone to correcting when he came across it in his own world. This was a slightly different situation of course, but it still left a bad taste in his mouth.

"People do their best, I think, and sometimes that leads to their worst. Sometimes they think they're doing the right thing and don't realize the bigger picture until it's too late." At least that had been the case in her experiences. She returned his smile with one of her own, though it wasn't quite as bright as it usually might be. "It's nice of you to say you think I'm pleasant." Sometimes people just found her frustrating and she realized that. She tried to keep things together, but she spent a bit too much time off in her own head sometimes.

"I like butterflies," she said with a laugh. "If we're all stuck here together we might as well try to make friends, right?" They might end up needing it if this place turned out to be anything like the other place she was.

"I don't think there's much worse that could happen than what happened to people there." Her expression was very somber with that comment. "You're right though. It is very rude. Some of us have our own problems in our own worlds we need to fix." And it didn't seem quite fair to be recruited to fix a different worlds muck ups.

Caelan wasn’t sure if some of the worst he’d seen was by people doing their ‘best.’ Sometimes people were just terrible and didn’t really think beyond their own selfish desires. That said, he can see how there would definitely be situations like that out there... Arkady seemed to be carrying some sort of weight to suggest it anyway, based on her words.

“You might be right there, it’d be good to have friends in the same situation to watch each other’s backs if this all goes sideways.” Now if only he’d trust the people he met enough to properly call them friends like the rest of his group, rather than social distractions.

The selkie nodded his agreement a moment later, “Things that need fixing, people that need helping. Take away even one person that was trying to do that and it could all fall apart.” Caelan knew his group was good of course, they could function reasonably well without him. It just would throw the balance off, he had certain skill sets the others didn’t, just like they could do things he couldn’t. Everyone was necessary.

"I don't know yet if it will go sideways," she replied with a small frown. It frustrated her to not be able to know. Maybe she just needed to look more and she'd see more. "It's all dark when I look too far." Back home she could look and see every moment that might lead up to someone's death. Here though it was different and it seemed like threads just stopped along the way. "But if we have friends then maybe it won't be so bad. Things are always better with friends, right?" Even if none of them seemed to know each other very well. They could try to learn and try to trust some. At least that's the way Arkady looked at it.

She nodded again at what he said in agreement. "Balance is always important. Back home sometimes we need all of us to do big things." And they had been trying to do something very big before she'd been taken off to another world. "Were you taken away from people that need you too?"

“Yeah? I’m not surprised, kind of wonder if it might be something similar to that mist that’s on the outskirts of everything.” He commented thoughtfully over her inability to see what was going to happen here. “Whatever is going on here, they seem fairly keen on keeping us in the dark about a lot of it, whoever ‘they’ are.” He’d put money on Halcyn and Athony, but for all he knew they could be just as clueless as the rest of them. Someone else might be behind all this, as paranoid as that might be to consider.

The selkie smiled a little a moment later, “I can’t argue with you though, having friends about does make it all a little easier... or at the very least, more fun.” He certainly wished at least a few members of his group were here with him, a few different minds wouldn’t hurt and even someone with a penchant for chaos like Adelaide could have been useful.

He frowned a little, his thoughts lining up a bit with Arkady’s next question. “Well my friends are pretty clever, I know they can probably function reasonable well without me.” He smiled a little, Sara might have joked that things ran smoother without him if she were present. “But we all work better together than apart. There are people who need us to do what we do best to help out, so it’s worrying to be stuck here where I don’t know what my purpose is compared to at home where I know who needs me.”

Caelan does shrug a little, “Though I’m sure that I’m not the only one who was brought here that had things that needed doing, you and probably quite a few others have better things to do than play around here with ‘rebuilding.”

"Yes!" She sounded strangely excited and clapped her hands at his suggestion. "The mist does something. When I looked out it was like falling off a waterfall. Either the mist is covering something or it's hiding that there's really nothing there." The tone of her voice was distant with a hint of concern to it. "The place was I at before hid a lot. When we found out answers to our questions..." she shook her head. "It was very bad. They were using us and then they were going to replace us." She frowned. "I don't like that they are keeping us in the dark here. But...I wonder if the Aspects really know more than us?" Or if maybe they had been created and were just following what they were told.

"Usually much more fun!" She agreed with an enthusiastic nod. "Some of my friends are very clever too. Some are...less so. No matter what though we were always together. We've never not been together." Not since birth.It still bothered her to not have some of them around. She also couldn't help but worry about them. They were all so prone to falling into arguing and bad decisions when left alone.

"I don't understand why they need help rebuilding. Shouldn't they have the power themselves?" By them she meant the Aspects.

Well that was terribly ominous when you stopped to think about it. Hiding something or nothing... Caelan wasn’t sure what he preferred, but he certainly would be happier knowing the answers. “That sounds like an awful mess, no one should be used.” He added with a rare grimace, too used to walking into a situation where that was the case. He’d have raised a particular brand of hell if he were from Arkady’s world. To use someone without their knowledge with the intent to throw away and replace was very rude...

“It’s hard to see where the Aspects are concerned. Maybe they know more — I’d be inclined to believe they at least know something more — or maybe they’re being kept in the dark too.” He shrugged lightly, “But I intend to figure it out, poke around enough and eventually you find a crack to use to your advantage.”

There was something to be said for a group made up of all sorts, even those who weren’t clever were integral to keeping the works running. Even if some were just the glue holding everyone together, they were important... at least to Caelan. “I’m sorry you’ve been separated from them then, have you never found yourself in a world where any of them appeared as well?” He asked because there was still a part of him that hoped others from his group might show up, the selkie certainly would have felt better to have a couple of them near.

As for rebuilding, he smiled wryly. “And that is why I have a hard time trusting what they’ve been saying. They clearly have considerable power of some kind.” They’d have to if they could bring so many people here.

"Or maybe they're being rebuilt too," she said with a light shrug. It was a third option she hadn't really considered until now. Maybe the Aspects had been created too and they were being put together. She wasn't sure if that was a good theory though. There were so many unknowns and frustration crossed her face as she thought through them all. How were they supposed to help a place where they were told so very little?

The question he asked her turned her look of frustration to a momentary look of sadness before she shook her head and tried to force some semblance of a smile. "No. But that's for the best, they have important things to do back home. And...I wouldn't have wanted them in the last place I was." Though her voice sounded certain of that statement the truth was the complete opposite. She'd have given anything to have had them there with her. Maybe it wasn't a good thing that they had always been together, but it was how it was.

"Too much power. That much power only causes bad things." She knew from that little fact from pure experience. It seemed like only negative things had come from the power she and her friends held. A lot of fun, but also a lot of extremely bad things. The Aspects though, they held power on a completely difference level, and they'd brought people here from other worlds. Nothing good came from that either.

“Too much power is always a bad thing, despite the fact that so many naturally crave more of it...” He voiced his agreement with a nod. Caelan didn’t crave power so much as purpose and things to keep him busy. He was the sort of fae who was very balanced in their abilities. It was all quite conditional, tied and limited by what he was. A balance between elemental magic and man, “There needs to be a balance in the world. I admit, I do wonder if an unbalance might have something to do with what happened.” So much here was contained, limited or secreted away.

“Guess we’ll just have to keep being nosy till we figure all that out.” He added a moment later, speculating would only get them so far after all. Getting up to mischief would definitely be more productive in his opinion.

"You can always tell a bad person by how they want to use their power and how much more they want." As much as she cared for Mark and Luke there was no denying they were not the greatest people. Especially after their powers had increased. Mark could not be completely blamed, but Luke, well that was a different story.

"I'm good at being nosy! We'll figure everything out. I believe in us."

“That’s the spirit, sometimes a little stubborn belief goes a long way.” He responded with a lighter tone, moving on from the heavier subject a bit. Glancing at the fish stall again, he pulled the conversation back to the original topic a bit. “It also goes a long way for fishing.”

He hummed a little, “If you decide to go the route of catching them yourself, just remember they can be tricky little devils to catch, and it’s one part patience, one part stubborn belief that you’ll get one.”

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