"Mind if I take a rain check, even though it isn't raining?"
I knew Willow would make good on the promise she'd made the night before. She had something to do, something that I'm sure involved that Fred girl we ran into, and I wasn't about to try and stop her. She had her Resolve Face on. Anyone who knew Willow at all knew what that meant. I
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I made my way to class, taking in the students around me as usual, and mulling over the contents of that morning’s campus newspaper. Another student was dead. Blame for the murder and robbery at the Magic Box had been quickly assigned, and by an LA law firm no less, something which was in and of itself an interesting tidbit. Apparently there had been more than a bit of a scene at the bronze. Perhaps I should have headed there after parting with Anya and the others yesterday.
“It’s Sunnydale. These things just happen”, the paper had said. This statement seemed to more glaringly true than I’m sure it was meant to be. Things here came and went so quickly the moment one thing occurred it was wrapped up and swept aside to make room for the inevitable next. And the truly bad thing was that I didn’t seem to be able to get a hold on any of them. I was starting to get a bit discouraged. I knew there were more things going on here than it seemed, more than one could see on the surface, there had to be. But thus far I had yet to ( ... )
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Speak of the devil.
"That's me. Kyla, right?" I asked, slowing down a little. There was no mistaking that scent around her now. She was just like me. Well, maybe not just like, but it seemed like we had a few things in common. In that case, she had probably guessed what I was, too. Considering she was another werewolf, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to put those pieces together ( ... )
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“East of here,” I respond with a slight smile. “Navajo territory in Arizona. Near phoenix, to be specific. My family is quite…traditional, let’s just say. I’m assuming you’re from Sunnydale, then?” If he’s gathering information on me, I might as well do the same. This was ridiculous. Obviously both of us were quite aware of the other’s ‘uniqueness’ but were dancing around the issue.
"What unusual things did you notice in particular?"“Well simply the amount of deaths that have occurred just involving students since I’ve been here. I can only what the town statistics as a whole must look like. And the cemeteries…they’re everywhere here.” I suppressed a shiver, recalling the unusual number I had noticed simply from what little I had seen of Sunnydale so far. Usually burial grounds had feelings of peace, restfulness, some inklings of completion. The ones here- there was something angry and unnatural about them. Almost as if they threatened to rise up and demolish at any given moment. Shaking my head, I ( ... )
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"Born and raised." Nineteen years in Sunnydale had given me plenty of time to get used to all the weird things that happened around here. There wasn't much that surprised me anymore, no matter how out of the ordinary things might seem. I thought it was a little unsettling, how very little a new werewolf in town actually surprised me.
Can we say 'jaded'? I thought so.
"Well simply the amount of deaths that have occurred just involving students since I’ve been here. I can only what the town statistics as a whole must look like. And the cemeteries…they’re everywhere here. I’m sorry if I may seem paranoid but I far from think it’s simply me not having adjusted to a new place yet. And you know that too, don’t you?""A little too well, I think," I admitted to her. I couldn't help wondering how long we were going to go on like this, without saying what we really wanted to. ( ... )
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Finally getting somewhere. Though I was a bit upset with myself for letting him get to the subject before me. There was definitely something to be said for caution, but I suppose after a while, caution simply became lumbering and unnecessary. “No, I’m not,” I said with a firm shake of my head. “Nor are you.” And he mentioned people here looking out for ‘our best interests’. Did that mean there were others like us here as well, or that there were others here who knew about him, as well as the oddities of Sunnydale in general? So many question to ask. I’d get to them all soon enough, I assumed. But as for now, a starting point…
“How long?” I asked, my head tilting slightly in curiosity. The question was simple enough. To any passerby, nothing would seem unusual about it at all. But we both know exactly what I was referring to, and that it was anything but usual.
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I didn't need her to clarify. The simplicity of the question made it so that any passing students that might overhear us wouldn't hear something they shouldn't.
"About two years now. How about you?" It was impossible for me to tell how long she'd been a werewolf without asking. Werewolves can sense a lot of things, but age isn't one of them. I couldn't help being curious. Maybe she'd been this way all her life. That would be interesting... definitely something I'd like to hear about. Coming to grips with the sudden change of lycanthropy was hard enough, but to live with it most of your life? I couldn't help wondering what that would be like. There had to be other wolves like that.
My cousin Jordy being one of them. He was six when he was turned. He's eight now. He's got a long, hard road ahead of him... lycanthropy is bad enough. I'll really feel bad for the kid once he hits puberty.
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“Less than a year. Half, to be precise about it. Are there others here?”
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So this was still somewhat new to her. And here I was, thinking that next to her, I would look inexperienced. Guess not. Maybe it was just that little touch of formality she had that made me think that way.
"Not that I know of... that could change anytime, I guess. All sorts of new people blow into town all the time... but if any others show up, I think we'd know before too long."
I couldn't help glancing at our surroundings. This really wasn't the place to talk about this kind of thing, no matter how inconspicuous we were trying to be. I smiled a little and put my hands in my pockets, wondering if she would agree to ditch class to discuss what I thought was a considerably more important topic than physics or geometry.
"... do you want to go somewhere else? The Grotto, maybe? It's still public, but a little quieter than here. We'd be able to talk a little more freely."
((OOC: Sorry about the extreme lateness, I've been clocking in a ton of overtime lately ( ... )
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