Fabio the Guide

ghost tour guide / 27 years old / non-binary all pronouns / witch

[fabiocisneras]

FABIO BASTIAN CISNERAS GUACAMAYA

BIRTH NAME: Fabio Bastian Cisneras Guacamaya NICKNAME: Fabi AGE: 27 years old DATE OF BIRTH: 27th of June SPECIES: Witch FROM: Guatemala city, Guatemala IN FENRIR SINCE: 5 years ago NEIGHBOURHOOD: Fork’s Road OCCUPATION: Ghost Tour Guide

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STATS -

SEXUALITY: pansexual RELIGION: raised Christian GENDER/PRONOUNS: non-binary, all pronouns LANGUAGES: Spanish, English, Portuguese FC: Tony Revolori

BIOGRAPHY -

( adoption mention, death mention )

Fabio was five when their parents finally gave in to the truth: they could not take care of them anymore. It was in mutual agreement that they put Fabio up for adoption, managing an agreement with local organisations that they would get to visit them from time to time. But the older Fabio got, the less they saw of their parents, until even when they called, there was no answer.

They were officially adopted at eleven, by a family in Guatemala City who lived in a big house, and decided to put their money where their mouth is: supporting a bunch of kids with no better prospects. Fabio, just coming out of several temporary houses, attached themself to the other six kids in the house, being not the youngest, but certainly the most naive.

The following years were the best they ever experienced. However, all good things had to come to an end, but in Fabio's case, this end was only the beginning. On a small camping vacation, three of the seven children and their mother got bitten by a pack of Werewolves. Out of the four, only one, Fabio's older sibling, survived. It was an adjustment, one where Fabio too found out he wasn't just a human. They started using their new knowledge of being a Witch to find ways to protect their older sibling, especially since they were having far too much on their plate with the guilt and the changing every month.

Five years ago, their sibling suggested moving. They'd found a city called Fenrir's Wood in the UK, where people like them were welcome. Fabio didn't question it, and like before, soon as they landed, they made sure to put their time into whatever might help them and their sibling the most: understanding their magic and the history of the town. During the murders over the last two years, Fabio was doing a podcast to report on the mystery, and became an 'expert' in Norse Mythology and local Druid history / Myth.

Now they lead historical and ghost tours around the city, which is more lucrative than they could've expected what with the growing legend around the city.

HEADCANONS - 

Fabio is very energetic, when it's a subject they're passionate about, they can talk for hours.

They have a hard time connecting to people, they tend to ask all the questions and share very little, making them very hard to get to know.

They do love ghost stories, they've been to a lot of Ghost tours in the UK with their sibling.

Lives together with their sibling.

Total nerd.

WANTED CONNECTIONS -

their sibling who dragged them to Fenrir's Wood (WC)

their other siblings

people who have gone on a tour with them

fellow Spanish speakers

book club

MtG (Magic the Gathering) crew

DnD crew

friends

[purepinotnoir]

Where: picnic tables at the duck fair Who: Idris & [Open]

Idris wandered through the lively Duck Fair, the cheerful sounds of the crowd mixing with the smell of fried food. The Ferris wheel lights blinged against the sky, and children’s laughter filled the air. It was nights like this that reminded him about why he loved Fenrir wood – community, tradition, and a touch of magic in the air. Though he usually attended the fair, it was the first time Moonshine had been able to have their own booth. However, he had left the booth in the hands of his trusty employees for the evening and had taken the opportunity to explore what the fair had to offer this year.

After ordering a cold locally brewed beer from one of the stalls, Idris scanned the area for a place to sit, but the fair was packed, and every picnic table filled with groups of people enjoying the evening and atmosphere. Noticing a spot at a table with someone sitting alone, Idris approached with a friendly smile.

“Mind if I join you?” He asked, holding up his drink as a casual gesture. “It’s pretty packed here tonight.”  

@fenrirswoodstarters

[fabiocisneras]

Fabio, known podcast host (or at least in their own thoughts) and huge fan of the Supernatural community in Fenrir's Wood, could not help but gush when out of nowhere the person approaching their table was none other than the famed leader of the Glover Pack. Their eyes widened slightly and they nodded expressively. "Of course, of course! Take a seat, I know right, way more packed than last year, which is good to see."

They beamed. Then checked the other's beer. "Is that a local?" they asked. It made sense, of course a pack leader who had his own local business would support other local businesses. They hoped he didn't have opinions about Ghost Tours.

[fabiocisneras]

OPEN STARTER @fenrirswoodstarters location ; the duck fair

It wasn't pride month, but it was close enough to Fabio's heart that they could let their creativity loose on the event and still make some money for their guided tours. They were just done leading a group of tourists through the area, having started at the Duck Pond and ended at Sans Park. This was their fourth tour, and their feet were killing them. They picked the first bench that was free, and placed their backpack down, opening it up to grab their water bottle and the bread they'd packed before hand. Then looked back at the fair.

"Am I being crazy for bringing a packed lunch to a place like this? Because I definitely feel out of place."

[estfenrirswood]

Catalina gave a small, appreciative smile in return. She appreciated Fabio’s effort to make her feel more at ease, even though the festivities weren’t exactly her thing. She had come to this party mostly out of a sense of obligation and a faint hope that she might find some solace or distraction from her ever-present worries.“Thank you, Fabio. I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her voice soft yet sincere. “I’m Catalina, by the way.”

She glanced back at the party, the vibrant energy and laughter a stark contrast to her usual quiet evenings. “I’m… still getting used to all of this,” she admitted, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and caution. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe diving in and finding a few kindred spirits is exactly what I need. ”Catalina chuckled lightly at Fabio’s mention of being an introvert. “I understand that completely. Sometimes it’s easier to observe from the sidelines, but there’s a certain magic in these gatherings, isn’t there? Even if it’s just for a night.”

She took a deep breath, feeling a bit of her tension ease. “Alright, let’s give it a try. If you’re up for it, I’d appreciate having someone to navigate this with. It’s always nice to know there’s at least one friendly face in the crowd.” Catalina nodded toward the party. “Shall we?”

[fabiocisneras]

They grinned. “Nice to meet you, Catalina,” they said, with a bit of an accent, rolling the name off their tongue. “Do you speak Spanish?” they asked in Spanish. “Catalina is a name that really brings me back, I had a neighbour called Catalina back in Guatemala,” they explained. They figured that if she did speak Spanish, this was their best way to form a connection, make her feel like there were people around who she could bond with. Hopefully, because they understood landing in the UK and feeling a little left out. 

“We shall!” They decided, gesturing for Catalina to follow them. And then they were off, an introvert at heart, there were times when they wanted to let go and dance, when they wanted to sail on the music, to let their heart be contented as they moved. Having another person to dance with was far more fun, however. And especially if this was a new friend. “Do you like dancing?” they asked, as they sought out a good place, though the crowd was happy and filled with like-minded people. 

[estfenrirswood]

Catalina stood under the neon lights of Into the Woods, feeling slightly out of place amidst the vibrant glow-in-the-dark themed party. Her usually reserved nature clashed with the lively atmosphere, but she couldn't deny the gentle nudge from Aiysha, who insisted she take a night off to enjoy herself while she watched over Leonardo and Marisol. Paint in fluorescent hues adorned her arms and face, a playful nod to the theme of the party. But she stands at the front of the building, blending in with the shadows as people passed by her without a thought, moving onto their next planned party. Her mind briefly wandering to thoughts of her twins safe at home with Aiysha. Tonight, she reminded herself, was a chance to embrace the unexpected and savor the moments of joy that life occasionally offered, even amidst the chaos of glowing paint and neon lights.

A passerby, their face similarly adorned with glowing paint, approached them with a friendly smile. Catalina hesitated for a moment, unsure how to engage in the lively chatter that seemed so effortless for others at the party. "Y-Yeah! It was...fun" Catalina replied with a small, genuine smile, her voice carrying a hint of surprise at her own presence there.

"I'm just getting into the spirit of things," she added, gesturing to her painted faces and glowing attire. Lies. She didn't know where she was going next. "Have you been enjoying the festivities?"

[fabiocisneras]

Fabio noticed, but did not comment, on the fact that the other seemed less than happy about all of this. Perhaps new to the thing, or maybe it hadn’t lived up to expectations. They smiled, then pointed back to the party. “Best way to get into the spirits of things,” they said. “Just throw yourself in and see if you can make some friends along the way.” They smiled kindly. “Hey, if you need a buddy, I’m here by myself as well. I usually meet up with some people randomly, but it’s nice to have a person there who also wants to get in the thick of things,” they said. 

“And yes, most definitely. When I was young my parents,” - because Fabio would never call them foster parents - “always said I was too much an introvert for these things, but honestly, nothing like being surrounded by like minded people and being hyped about glow in the dark together.”

[benji-parker]

he grins as he turns to the other happy to hear another person agreeing with him. they're aware that there's a large lgbtq+ community in fenrir, but it still fills their heart with joy when they can share in it with someone. if benji has learned something about himself it's that he takes happiness from the happiness of others and pride proves this to him every year.

"i love you outfit!" they exclaim, perhaps a bit too enthusiastic for their own good. but he does, he loves all the flags on display and the choice in apparel. personally they're choosing to wear a button down with the classic rainbow flag on it and the mlm flag on one cheek, with the demiboy flag on another. "are you going to a pride event or just dressed for the month? i support it either way!"

[fabiocisneras]

Fabio beamed. “Well thank you,” they said, grinning. “Picked it out myself, I tried to go as flamboyant as possible.” They touched their sunglasses with some flare. “Love yours too, very classic, and nothing beats the classics.” It was always much easier to spot like-minded people during Pride, and Fabio made sure to catch as many of them as possible to keep for the year to come, when walking around like this wasn’t the regular. “At this moment, dressed for the month, I do tours around the city, and during Pride people tend not to want the Ghost ones, but more often want the romantic ones. This way I’m properly visible for anyone who bought a ticket.” Though there were plenty others dressed as happily as they were. 

“And you? Event or regular outfit to make it through pride?” They grinned. “Honestly, I have a second reason why I do this: it always helps in making some new friends. Best way to find others from the LGBTQ+ community. At least with the flags, I know enough straights who wear rainbow outfits, but they wouldn’t as proudly wear a flag they don’t identify with, you know.”

[evanoraray]

Avoiding the groups of people at this time of day, had become her speciality. She had a certain way of being completely unapproachable, yet Fabio couldn't seem to stay away. It was rediculous to even cross his mind — that she was some kind of a local celebrity in need of praise. When all Evanora ever wanted to be was left alone. The only exception being Bodhi — who the witch had her own doubts about still. The other was walking on very thin ice.

"What do you want?" her eyes met his own, and a slight resemblance to Zhyan struck her. A young, inexperienced witch , constantly in her way —

They lingered — brown on brown. Unintentionally at first.

"Make it something good. Better be a fucking witch question, otherwise don't bother talking to me." and that was her being nice — willing to help him if he was struggling with magic, just like she was ready to help her former friend.

[fabiocisneras]

They tensed slightly, but not enough to give it away. Fabio had grown up being teased a lot, especially before they’d found a good home to stay in, and a family to protect them. Before then there was plenty of kids who saw Fabio’s big brown eyes and figured scaring them would be easy. They’d always been right, sadly. 

The only thing that never scared them was the unknown: witches, werewolves, ghosts, all that. Though from what they knew, ghosts didn’t really exist. 

They bit the inside of their mouth. “I wasn’t… uhm… looking for you or anything, we just happened to be at the same place at the same time,” they said, offering a smile. “Do you like answering Witch questions? I never really learned much, I grew up not knowing I was a witch until my sibling was bitten by a Werewolf,” they explained. 

[thesofiavaldez]

"Oh yeah, such as?" she asked, yet to have heard anything that felt overly wild or confusing. The more difficult things seemed to be people actively calling objects by entirely different names and so having an inability to find them in stores. Or in the cases of some things they just were not even sold.

"I think it would be overly optimistic to imagine the failings of governments are the fault of aliens," she mused on that with a slow exhale. Oh for a world where aliens were the issue.

Sofia listened but did feel, as he went on, perhaps a little poorly for him. Mostly because with his stature she assumed he did not have any of said Viking DNA or he'd have probably been a foot taller. "Sort of feels like how everyone is related to Genghis Khan, you know? Like of course half of the population has that, half of them were probably born here and their parents and their parent's parents." To Sofia it just seemed a bit of a given, grateful perhaps that she was not part of that 50% that was viking. None of it explained why her.

"Anyone interesting attacking one another?" she asked, perhaps that might lead her to some of the faces she had seen.

[fabiocisneras]

"Such as," Fabio bit the inside of their mouth and thought for a moment. "So there is Bonkers," they started. "And Cuppa, though when they say it I never know if they mean cup of tea or police officer. I wish I said Bloody and Mate more often, those always sound cool. Instead I use all the annoying words like chin wag, loo, peng, posh, uhm... skive, tosh." They stopped, having run out of words. At least for the moment. "It's mostly the common words, like... foods and such. The taste is weird, the names are different. Sometimes you think what you got is what you were looking for but you get home and it turns out to be bloody disgusting." They grinned, as they used the word 'bloody'. Which would last all of two minutes.

"It would be, but it's better than immigrants, so personally I'd like to go for the aliens."

The guide chuckled. "Ah yes, there is that too, I'd rather be related to Khan than to the Vikings."

They frowned for a moment as they considered the question. "So the best myth that I've heard is the one about the Gods, because those always have some hand in myths like these. The Norse ones, that is. That they decided that this little community was against the rules of the Vikings, that they should not lay down claim on land that wasn't there just to become farmers. There are like... two families in Asgard, the home of the Gods, you have the Æsir and the Vanir, and before they joined families they'd always be waging war. And Loki, the God of Mischief, would always be trying to get them to fight each other again."

Fabio let out a sigh. "Wow, sorry too much back story. But it comes down to this chief, don't know his name anymore, but he suspected someone in the town was trying to kill most of the descendants of the Æsir, and he got his wife and his best friend's help in hunting this figure down. A warrior who they said was a shapeshifter, he could turn into a Wolf at the full moon. It's said that he was tall, with black hair and black clothing, and black eyes. And he killed whomever the town send, returning every full moon as a wolf to kill."

[benji-parker]

status: open

where: coffekanteen

pride month is by far one of benji's favorite months of the year, followed closely by october. being a part of the lgbtq+ community himself, he finds a lot of happiness in being able to celebrate this part of his identity. it hasn't always been the case that people who were lgbt were able to exist out in the open, so they've always felt grateful that they were born in this time period. he's even more delighted that a good amount of establishments in fenrir's wood have events going on for the month, one of which being his favorite coffee shop. the 0.15 cents extra seems like a small price to pay for a pride cup.

"it's such a cute idea, don't you think?" they ask another person in line, gesturing to the cups in a variety of pride flag designs. "and for only a couple extra cents too, what a steal! if the cups weren't made of paper i'd probably save them, i wish i'd thought of it. but you didn't bargain for a spiel about their pride promotion while waiting in line for coffee, did you? sorry, i'll shut up." there's a slight flush on his face as he realizes that he'd gone on a bit of tangent in his excitement.

[fabiocisneras]

Fabio nodded, they were dressed to the best of their ability: sporting all the prideful colours, non-binary flag on one cheek, pansexual flag on the other, heart-shaped rose-tinted sunglasses, a rainbow Hawaiian shirt, and the tightest pants they could find. They were trying to stand out mostly for the tours they were doing, but also because it felt right.

"Oh no, please continue talking, I love these limited edition things, I'm a sucker for them," they said, grinning. "If they weren't paper, I'd probably buy a few, and a few more for friends. Maybe if you say it louder when at the cashier, they might take it as a hint and do it for next year!" Fabio suggested, smiling brightly.

[pclymcrphcus]

"Seems rather limiting, doesn't it?" He takes a sip of the cola in his to-go cup, the dark liquid quenching his thirst and sliding back down the straw, reminiscent of the Dr. Pepper he'd often order from burger joints in the US. His gaze fixates on the heart-shaped glasses, observing the subtle furrow of his eyebrows in the rose-tinted reflection—thankfully removed from their person. Colson didn't need to confront a distorted, pink-hued version of himself as he pondered matters of the heart. Yet, amid such musings, he finds a newfound appreciation for the person he's become, nestled within the embrace of a long-term commitment with his own version of a Husband Pete, or perhaps what he would consider as a lasting partner with whom to endure the rest of his life. "Being resorted to that type of title—relating oneself only as a partner of others."

But then again, were he to be referred to as Husband Colson... - the idea alone makes his cheeks flush a shade rosier than those of the sunglasses of the stranger before him. "I mean, it's cute, don't get me wrong. But I wonder what Pete's like other than his role as a husband. What kind of movies does he like? Does he listen to Taylor Swift like everyone else? Does he like to snowboard or is he more of a surfer - that kind of thing."

These are mere ponderings, he tells himself, before finally relaying the compliment. "Where'd you get your glasses, by the way? I like them." Colson, however, harbors doubts about his own ability to pull them off.

[fabiocisneras]

Fabio considered that. "I mean... that kind of depends, maybe he doesn't want to be known by his name and that, he would rather be Husband of Pete than be known by his full name," they suggested. They offered a thoughtful face as they plopped some fries into their mouth. "Or, maybe they knew it would market better, because if they called it like... let's say his name is Frank. And they call it the Husband Frank, people maybe won't make the association. Definitely cute," they decided.

The tour guide chuckled. "You can probably ask Pete, though. Looks like the type of man who would love to talk about his husband." Fabio could not imagine that, having someone whose name and likes they would feel to bring up in any conversation. But they figured it would be nice, the idea that someone might talk about them whenever they weren't there, because they valued him so much. Pete Corbyn and his husband must be amazing for sure.

"Does everyone listen to Taylor Swift?" they asked with a grin.

The change of subject took them by surprise, but they took another bite from their burger and as they chewed took the glasses from their nose. "I don't remember exactly, I think from one of those jewellery stores for kids."

[pclymcrphcus]

・ ✦ ・ 𝐩𝐜𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐜𝐮𝐬 / * ( open starter @fenrirswoodstarters)

( 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄, 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 ) He had promised Bijan he would be on his best behavior this full moon, particularly after recent events that had landed him in the hospital during the flower moon. Colson was nothing if not persistent, yet there was one opinion he valued above all others—one perspective that trumped everything else, and that was his beloved partner's. A few raw stitches just above his clavicle bone still served as a stark reminder of his reckless engagement with a transformed wolf's fury under the full moon. Had he not provoked the beast, none of this would have transpired—the shard of glass puncturing his skin and creating a backdrop of chaos in that drunken alley a couple of weeks ago.

Though he still harbored a desire to lose himself in the soapy pits of a foam machine, tonight he remained more subdued, seated with his bi-flag decked out coffee cup from the COFFEEKANTEEN. As he awaited his order from DIRTY PETE. Colson's thoughts were interrupted as he noticed a nearby patron. With a playful grin, he uttered the question, "If you were to assign a dish after your lover, what would it be?" His fingers traced the lines of his cardboard coffee cup, and he chuckled to himself. "Sentimental, isn't it? Or do you hate these declarations of devotion?" Despite his rough exterior, Colson was a sucker for romance—something he'd never fully admit.

[fabiocisneras]

Fabio felt very subdued about their identity any other month of the year, but the month of June simply was the time that they felt like going all out. They knew they could just buy one of the cups at CoffeeKanteen and sport that around during the weekend, but instead they'd painted the non-binary and the pan-sexual flags on their cheeks, were wearing heart-shaped rose-tinted sunglasses, a rainbow Hawaiian shirt, and the tightest pants they could find. Not because they were necessarily looking for attention, but because it felt right to go all out.

Also the look made it easy for his next tour group to spot him.

He was taking a break at Dirty Pete to wolf down a burger and some fries before heading back out for another guided tour from hot spot to hot spot. They slid their glasses slightly off their nose as they looked at the stranger. "Would I have a lover? Most certainly! What better way to pronounce it than to making it everyone's celebration. And also keeping his privacy? That's just a smart move. Though perhaps 'Husband Pete' is his full name."

[fabiocisneras]

OPEN STARTER @fenrirswoodstarters location ; outside of INTO THE WOODS

Fabio had started a guided tour for Pride just in time, with businesses opening up to have special events, they walked around during the day to give out tips and advice on where best to go. People were coming in from nearby towns to visit Fenrir's Wood as if it was truly the amazing city it pretended to be. But it was nice regardless, despite the fact that they'd rather talk about ghosts.

And they also had no idea what they wanted to go see, eventually they'd decided to go for the glow-in-the-dark themed party at Into the Woods rather than the foam machine at Velvet.

Though standing outside now in their most glow-in-the-dark clothing with paint all over their face and arms, they felt like they should go out another night.

"Wow, what a party! Did you also go or just passing by?" they asked a passerby.

[fabiocisneras]

CLOSED STARTER for @evanoraray location ; Opposite the Beach Front

After their last conversation at the bar, Fabio didn’t think they had a good shot of explaining to Evanora how much of a hero she was to the people - meaning their 200 followers on Twitch and the 150 that had listened to their podcast. Meaning that running into her now was not something Fabio thought they were capable of doing, clearly they’d hit a sore note, and they didn’t know how exactly they could make sure that a second conversation between the two of them would go any better. 

But of course, the situation that would lead to said second conversation wasn’t in Fabio’s advantage. 

They reached the end of their nightly Ghost Tour, since the waterfront ( or lake side or beach front or whatever the locals wanted to call it ) had been reopened they’d made sure to end it right at the entrance, that way everyone on the tour could go out and have fun at the place. 

They finished their story on the great fire that happened centuries ago and the possible ghosts roaming the spot, and perfectly dodged the question about the murders last year. Then they dipped, walking away from the entrance back to town, almost colliding with a familiar figure. 

“Oh hey, Evanora Ray… fancy seeing you here,” they said, slightly awkwardly.

[evanoraray]

He was right — everyone on the council knew about her, fuck even the ones not on the damn council knew what she had done and their hatred seemed to turn into anger; for some, of course. For others, it was now sympathy that took root in it's place.

Dark eyes traced every inch of his face; studying the other intently — what the fuck was that one's deal?

"I don't fucking care about the council. Fuckers can do whatever they want." she reminded them. "It doesn't matter what I do— they'd always think I'm the worst person they met, and I'd like for it to stay that way." a tiny heroic slip up wasn't going to change that.

She took a small step back, as if to allow them to breathe a little easier. "Don't believe everything you hear around here." bullshit on top of more bullshit. "And don't join a fucking coven."

[fabiocisneras]

Fabio nodded slowly. The council was known to do what they wanted, they were in charge after all, and to be considered to join them… the Witch had no idea how. Not that they were interested in a spot there, they were too busy with all their projects. “Oh?” They were glad for the breathing room, but confused that Evanora would want the hatred for the town. They were too afraid to tell her that rumours had spread and that Evanora had amassed a great following online already, with people who hated the Council’s decision and knew she had been the hero to defeat the Children of Loki. 

They frowned. “So you didn’t defeat Hel?” they asked, and then regretted asking. Especially when Evanora said they shouldn’t join a coven. Fabio already had, long ago, right away when they came to Fenrir’s Wood. They made a face. “Nevermind that, I’ll see you around, yes, good, nice to formally meet you,” they rambled as they carefully backed away. 

end.

[thesofiavaldez]

It actually fucking stung to hear he still had a hard time connecting with people after years. Sofia wasn't sure if she could mentally handle that. Years with feeling like an outcast. It was an effort not to show the worry that filled her in her face. "Yeah, I've met a few people who are not originally from here, but even some of them are kind of pricks, part of me thinks it's in the water. Maybe I'll start to become even more of a bitch as time goes on." The opposite of what she wanted really.

Given. Bullied. Either way it didn't really explain what she'd seen. "Do you believe it?" she asked him, trying to see if there was some cue that everyone else was able to pick up on when they were talking to a witch or a werewolf when they were in the presence of one. Currently it felt like everyone could tell she was a witch but she had no fucking idea what they were.

"But they weren't attacked, right?" At least in the progression of her visions it had never got that bad, she'd seen homes erected, people ageing, but nothing like that. Granted...she'd stopped going outside after a while.

[fabiocisneras]

Fabio chuckled. “Could be, could be.” They shrugged. They had met very few people they didn’t like yet, but they had also had one thing that Sofia didn’t: a coven that gave them a good number of friends right away, and most of those not locals either. At least not locals from Fenrir’s Wood. But they couldn’t mention that, they felt some spirits around the both of them, but they weren’t that great a Witch yet that they could recognise another as a fellow Witch - one reason why their stay home had been so difficult. “Nah, really? I think like me you might start becoming more and more British. The slang I’ve picked up, terrible.” Though they hardly used it, only when they saw some British friends. 

“Definitely,” Fabio said. “I do a ghost tour,” they added with a wink. “I believe all of that, no question. If not for Startalks, I would probably believe in Aliens taking over the government as well!” They shook their head at the question. “Not that I’ve read anywhere, if they were attacked, it was small skirmishes that didn’t touch the town, they had more inner turmoil than outer. There are plenty of myths and stories about members of the growing population attacking each other. It didn’t grow to these numbers until after the Industrial Revolution. With the most notable growth around the Second World War. A little like Oxford, in that sense. Someone did DNA research and their conclusion was that probably fifty to fifty-five percent of the population of Fenrir’s Wood has Viking DNA. How cool is that?”

[thesofiavaldez]

"You like to think you bring the 'everyone should hook up on this tour' vibe?" she teased, but the lightness to her expression hopefully conveyed she wasn't intending to be cruel with her words. "Is that an invitation or do I have to work a little harder for that?" Sofia asked regarding the beer. She preferred spirits but didn't turn down much, besides, beyond coming on the tour to understand a bit more about what was going on with herself...she did want friends. "You will certainly see my boyfriend and I come Halloween, he loves horror movies and ghost stories so I'm sure he'll want to do whatever the town offers."

"LA to Boulder to here," she adjusted his line of events, she'd lived in Colorado for a few years before coming here, fortunately it at least made some of the weather adjustment a bit easier. Not by much though. "It's a big change, people are different here," Sofia didn't elaborate on how exactly though. "People do enjoy the morbib," she agreed, swallowing a little. "Do you know much about when the town was like...built?" she asked them, trying not to seem to eager, partially because she hoped no lingering entities of whatever had influenced her thoughts would get joy from knowing it was still somewhat on her mind.

[fabiocisneras]

The Guide nodded, having no idea where Boulder was, but deciding not to ask. Instead they grinned at the mention. “Oh yeah, Guatemala to the UK for me, the culture shock was immense,” they said, talking with their hands. “And even after several years here, I still feel like it’s hard to really connect with the locals, most of my friends are not originally from the UK, or they’re second and third generation immigrants.” Fabio shrugged. “That’s the way it is in most places though, in Europe at least, from what I’ve heard." 

Their face lit up at the question. “Oh yes! Of course, I do the historic tour as well during the day. I spent way too much time in the library when I got here. Basically this land was given to the Vikings by Æthelred I of Wessex, or well, not really given, technically the Vikings bullied the English to give them the land,” they said with a wink. “It’s said that the Vikings who came here were Wolf Shapeshifters and Witches, followers of the Fenris Wolf who had been chased from their own lands. Though nobody agrees on how true that is. More likely they were a specific tribe or misfits from Norway who had been warriors for such a long time that they wished to settle down somewhere, and they chose the spot near the Fenway Pool so they could retreat to the water if they were ever attacked.”

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Chung-Hee shrugged. He wasn’t well versed in art himself, so he couldn’t say he understood the reason behind having an unconventional band played at such a grand setting. “Maybe they’re trying to challenge the norm. Let people question what is weird and what is not.” He then leaned into the younger man. “Maybe they just like the band.” He chuckled as he pulled away, deep creases etched at the corner of his eyes as he smiled.

He arched his brows, surprised at the description of the art director. “Huh.” Chung-Hee furrowed his brows. “Maybe so. Maybe he has quite the eclectic taste and simply wants to combine everything that he loves into one.” He shrugged. Maybe the director was aiming for a theme, though it was certainly lost to him. “Do you know the director personally?”

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Fabio grinned. “Isn’t that what people always do? When it comes to the weird. They wonder if it’s actually weird, if it fits their world view, or if it’s against it. It took me a few steps inside to decide that I think it’s weird,” they decided. “Probably they just like the bad,” they agreed, looking around once again, some people were dressed fancy, others were dressed casual. They kind of liked it, though they weren’t sure if that didn’t make it weird. 

The guide shook their head. “Nope, I only heard the little speech they were holding in front of one of the paintings, they were very eager to show that they were responsible for the whole event,” Fabio said with an appreciative nod. “They do have blue hair, so yeah, probably is a bit eclectic,” they agreed. There remained a smile on their face as they watched the band setting up further. They were excited to see if the audience would change when the band would start playing. They touched their own hair. "Maybe I should paint mine blue too. Or green."