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Main: Benerib, Daughter of Sobek Secondary: Sonny, Mermaid; Desdemona, Harpy Tertiary: Bessie, Harpy Queen

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(( so my health flair up turned into a bad depression episode. I hope to be back soon-ish, but I can’t say when. Sorry for everyone I left hanging. I unfortunately get caught up in self isolating when my health is bad. ))

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Seeing him too late, Dee only managed to slow enough that she just gently bounced off Seth’s hand, wobbling in place before peering out from around the bag, eyes large and curious.

The bag sliding down her chest, she gripped in all the harder, her mouth turned down in a small frown of confusion and mild frustration at herself since she seemed to have misunderstood the instructions.

Relieved Dee hadn’t hurt herself, Seth’s immediate reaction is to apologize for both getting in her way and for not making himself clear. ‘Thank you. I think we have enough dirt for now.’

With that frown and frustration, he tries to redirect it. 'When you get that set down we can use it on your plant. Do you want to cover the roots or have help?’

He would be sure to keep an eye on her, let Dee know when there was enough to try and get it healthy again. Outside of that, Seth is already planning ahead on how to replace it with another of the same just in case; if the one Dee planted pulled through (and he was confident he could get it back to blooming) the second would still be useful in giving her a second one to practice with if she wanted that.

Brows furrowed, Dee thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. Getting the the bag she was holding set down, she rubbed the dirt between her fingers, eyes unfocused before finally pointing to herself and nodding and pointing at Seth and shaking her head.

Believing her intentions to be clear enough, she settled down by the poor plant and finished ripping the bag open (rather messily) and began scooping dirt around her poor dying plant with great care and meticulous slowness. As she worked, Dee kept Papa in the corner of her eye, watching for further instructions, dreading screwing up and dooming her poor plant, yet desperately needing to prove herself concomitant.

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Seth had been moping. Like bad moping. Something had happened between him and their resident andalite, clearly, but neither were talking about it. Fight happened, they’d all had their share of them, especially during the new life as resistance fighters but this was something else… and what’s worse, they were living together out of necessity. So it just couldn’t be left to fester or work itself out. And if the two boys couldn’t be bothered to seek help themselves, then she was going to have to intervene. 

Also she dragged Benny in for backup because she could. After all, Benny knew the two better anyway, being part of the displacement trio forced to live in the woods, though Benny still claimed it was a choice, silly girl.

Ther, set her face and rolled up her sleeves, ready to wrangle some idiots into talking about their issues, or so help her!

The meeting had wrapped up, all the others starting to disperse in their various directions. Ther gave Benny a tap with her foot where the other girl was nearly napping, a huge crocodile lounging in the corner of the barn. Benny rolled a lazy eye at Ther and pushed her the mental equivalent of an eye-roll before stretching.

Hoping that meant that Benny remembered the plan, Ther slid up next to Seth before he could escape and shot him a soft smile, her voice soft, “Hey, how you been holding up out in the woods? Has to be pretty rough, just you and Alix out there. Worlds longest camping trip.”

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Another meeting had been called. Seth was used to those, used to the way they all convened at the old barn. It was out of the way, he wasn’t surprised that the old habit was maintained even after they had a backup.

Maybe he had overdone it trying to give Alix space, the spot he’d picked to sit far enough away for that and off to the side. After that disaster of a conversation, Seth owed his friend that much if they were still that.

Each look from Ther over the course of said group meeting set him more on edge and when it was over and she (and Benny) came to talk to him Seth nearly flinched.

‘Doing just fine. Everything is normal,’ he lies, aware he wasn’t the best at doing so but trying regardless. Anything less felt like it would make things rockier.

Glancing in Alix’s direction where he was talking to Marenbuer, Seth can only hope that his anxiety over the subject wasn’t noticeable.

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“That’s good,” Ther agreed, settling down on a hay bale and brushing off the knees of her overalls, “It’s so important for us all to support each other after all, to communicate and share what’s going on, even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard,” she glanced at Benny for back up, while she had no reason to suspect anything more than more than normal teen moping, considering the dangers they all faced, they had to treat sudden changes in mood seriously.

With a soft mental grumble, Benny finally chimed in, staring at Seth with unblinking crocodile eyes, her jaw hanging open in a reptilian ‘laugh’, <If I have to hear Alixeth wax poetically with his rituals another night I’m going to snap and you’re more sane than he is, so stop bringing the mood of the whole forest down. Other people have to live there too.>

“Benny!!” Ther jumped up, glaring at the large crocodile lounging on the floor of her moms’ barn. Said crocodile teen just sent her the impression of rolling her eyes.

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Squirming and kicking, Desdemona began crying again, struggling in Bessie’s lap. Cursing under her breath, Bessie tried to calm her daughter, “Shhh shhh, please precious child, please, be still, be still.”

Tears slipping down her cheeks, she rocked in place, the squirming Des clutched close. She could no longer keep herself under control. If mother saw them like this… Her face twisted, fear and shame welling up in equal measure.

Finally answering her guest’s question, Bessie said softly, “She’ll uh… she’ll be two in June…”

Two years old… Thinking back, something shifts in Seth’s expression when he realizes the immediate preceding meeting he and Aliel had had, but he fights to keep a more obvious reaction from being seen. With Desdemona once again crying, that shift moves toward sympathy.

'Would this be easier somewhere you could sit?’ he asks carefully, concerned with how it seemed both were dissatisfied with how Bessie had to hold onto her daughter. The social implications of the question don’t entirely escape him, but there were more important things to focus on in Seth’s opinion.

Regardless of said opinion, he knows to explain. 'She seems to want free.’ More than, judging by the little girl’s crying; the fear he could feel and see from Bessie too was a concern. 'Do you have a space outside for visitors?’ He for one would be more comfortable not having to explain his necessary odd posture if there wasn’t backed seating involved.

Frowning, Bessie half-heatedly glared at Seth as if he were threatening to steal Desdemona away from her. But swallowing she shook her head an aswered tentitively, “The sitting room... or the garden...”

The sitting room had a piano in it and would be perfectly acceptable for meeting a strange man if her mother was home, but she wasn’t. The garden posed a similar issue though it would be a bit less intimate (or more intimate) considering the circumstances and were they spoke.

Regardless however, she insisted, “She’s just sleepy, I should put her down for a nap,” struggling with the crying child, Bessie started for the stairs, her thoughts clear on her face for if she should trust this stranger alone in her house while she was away, “I’ll just be a moment... don’t... I’ll be back momentarily.”

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Thrilled that this seemed to be working, Sonny clapped and enthusiastically signed ‘follow me!’ since that was how he’d responded. Grabbing up her coffee cup, Sonny began pushing things out of the wheelchair’s path with an, “excuse me! Scooch in a bit? Thank you so much!”

Once the path was clear, Sonny waved the upset merman through and led the way into the back kitchen area. Dee looked up from the register as Sonny approached, glancing over at the merman, a worried crinkle forming on her brow,

Sticking with signing, her hand and facial motions dramatic as they were energetic, Sonny signed, ‘Don’t worry! I got this. Take good care. Be close if you need.’

With that she pecked Dee on the cheek and turned back to gesture wildly at her new guest to come into the open break room just off from the kitchen.

Appreciating the gesture Sonny is making of ensuring there was a clear path, Issith is distracted, looking around without fully seeing his surroundings in his continued wonder over how even her continued enthusiastic behavior wasn’t getting under his skin the way it normally would. He shakes the train of thought in time to catch the tail end of that affection, though not the words leading up to it.

It’s familiar, at least, despite the lack of overall similarity. As soon as he realizes he’s being called over, Issith turns his wheels to where Sonny had moved off to, wasting little time in joining her. The promise of quiet was far too tempting to hesitate.

Even just the remove of moving to the kitchens was helping, though very little of the tension in his posture had left yet. Too soon, more time would be needed for that. Allen’s return as well but he needed to finish the shopping first, Issith understood that even now.

Like the rest of the cafe, the break room was filled with a mix of soft pastels and moody antique metallics, though unlike the antique shop and sun&moon themes of the seating area out front, this room themed heavily towards seaside vintage with seashells and starfish and a painting of the moon hanging low over a storm tossed ocean.

‘Be comfortable,’ Sonny signed simply with one hand, fussing around their simple break room and moving things around to provide him a table to park up near or to move to a padded chair if he preferred.

Picking out a seating for herself, Sonny set her coffee back down and continued with a big smile, ‘stay as long as you need,’ waiting to make sure he understood, she continued, ‘company or no?’

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Sonny stuck out her tongue as Seth pulled out the frozen waffles, “Ew, gross!” Putting on an extremely determined face she made a chop-chop motion, “I need milk, flour, eggs, butter, lavender, and sugar.”

Taking off her hoodie, Sonny rolled up her sleeves and pulled a cast iron waffle maker out of a cupboard, setting it on the stove-top. Among the things she began pulling out of seemingly random places also appeared a bowl of fresh fruit and a small basket of edible flowers alongside a family size box of fruity peddles which she immediately stuck her hand into and pulled out a huge handful to stuff into her mouth.

As soon as Sonny makes that face and Seth catches sight of it around the freezer door, the frozen waffles are quickly replaced. That was a no go it looked like but her rattling off that list made the alternative route obvious.

At least with the cooking he usually did weekly all of those things were on hand and Seth sets to fetching each. One by one they’re set out on the counter in a huddle, along with a mixing bowl and wooden spoon he had grabbed automatically.

Where she had gotten the fruit and cereal (had Robin bought that?) Seth wasn’t sure. But it was one of the things he assumed was part of Robin’s warning when ey had come back, so shrugging it off until he can ask em later is safer.

‘Anything else?’ Not the chance to spend time with eir daughter he had really expected, but he’d take it.

Sonny paused, thinking hard before tapping her chin, “Nah.”

She made quick work of mixing together a basic batter, a look of supreme concentration on her face as she heated and buttered the pan, pouring batter in and then topping it with the fruit and flowers before closing it all up.

“Oh!!” she jumped, turning to Seth as the pan sizzled away, “Whip! We can’t have waffles without whip topping!”

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Dropping the bag to the floor with a thump rough enough to break the seem a bit on one end and leak dirt onto the floor, Dee turned to go back for another bag. Seth’s attempt to gently demonstrate go completely ignored in her straight forward focus, moving to grab another bag. Thin long fingers dug to the side as the bag slipped and smushed her glasses into her face. Yet doggedly she carried that one to as well, seemingly planning to move all the bags if not stopped.

When he sees that, Seth makes sure to intervene. His own bag set down, he has one hand held out in Dee’s path now, waiting for her to notice.

There was a good chance she might not, he knew that, hoping to avoid accidentally hurting her. That it was still a possibility bothered him, but she didn’t need to keep bringing over the extra dirt after the first two bags.

Not letting her know that limit in the first place was his oversight.

Seeing him too late, Dee only managed to slow enough that she just gently bounced off Seth’s hand, wobbling in place before peering out from around the bag, eyes large and curious.

The bag sliding down her chest, she gripped in all the harder, her mouth turned down in a small frown of confusion and mild frustration at herself since she seemed to have misunderstood the instructions.

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   “Only because you started first” 

❝Don’t see why that matters. I look at many things. You’re not special.❞

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Seth had been moping. Like bad moping. Something had happened between him and their resident andalite, clearly, but neither were talking about it. Fight happened, they’d all had their share of them, especially during the new life as resistance fighters but this was something else... and what’s worse, they were living together out of necessity. So it just couldn’t be left to fester or work itself out. And if the two boys couldn’t be bothered to seek help themselves, then she was going to have to intervene. 

Also she dragged Benny in for backup because she could. After all, Benny knew the two better anyway, being part of the displacement trio forced to live in the woods, though Benny still claimed it was a choice, silly girl.

Ther, set her face and rolled up her sleeves, ready to wrangle some idiots into talking about their issues, or so help her!

The meeting had wrapped up, all the others starting to disperse in their various directions. Ther gave Benny a tap with her foot where the other girl was nearly napping, a huge crocodile lounging in the corner of the barn. Benny rolled a lazy eye at Ther and pushed her the mental equivalent of an eye-roll before stretching.

Hoping that meant that Benny remembered the plan, Ther slid up next to Seth before he could escape and shot him a soft smile, her voice soft, “Hey, how you been holding up out in the woods? Has to be pretty rough, just you and Alix out there. Worlds longest camping trip.”

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Dee blinked owlishly at the man beside her, sticking her finger between the pages of her book to keep her spot. Tipping her head, she took a long moment to contemplate her answer before nodding decisively.

Her contemplation had not been on the existence of them, but on what the concept of ‘ghost’ entailed. Ghost as was defined in more media was usually a human spirit with some connection to the physical world. That was something that could or could not be believed in. This was in contrast to the absolute fact that ethereal creatures (some possessing human like forms) existed in the world. Dee had encountered these ethereal being before, some harmless and some quite threatening so she couldn’t be said to believe in them, they just were. A truth about the world beyond debate.

Deciding that this could prove more interesting than her book, she freed a feather from the cloak she was wearing and used it as a bookmark. She then drew out her phone from within the inner pocket of her cloak, revealing her thin mesh top as she did, and without directly looking at the stranger tapped out a response, the phone speaking for her in a melodic though robotic voice, “This is true. A fact. Question. Why.”

Gabriel never did mind the uniqueness that came with interacting with Dee, though he would admit that the voice on the phone was such that made him want to scratch at his ears insistently. There was a certain tone about it, one that made him want to squirm in his seat, though by some miracle he refrained, merely rubbing his hands along his soft jeans a bit more swiftly than he had moments ago. 

“…cuz I’ve got a ghost at home. It doesn’t bother anything as long as we both are home though.” sighing, Gabriel looked down at the phone, as if he were waiting for the response … and in many ways, he was. It was easier to look at the fingers typing and read what was about to be said and prepare for the robotic voice to come. 

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Dee tipped her head thoughtfully, clucking her tongue and picked out words in her phone, the robotic voice stringing a broken sentence together, “Question. And. When. Not. Home.”

Those ethereal entities could get up to all sorts of things. Dee once had to rip into one that had decided to take up home near one of her favorite trees, if her friend was being inconvenienced she was sure she could figure out something to help. She turned her body to face towards Gabriel, her eyes alternating between looking over his right shoulder and down at her phone.

She added, “What kind. Ghost. Appearance.”

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Sonny blinked at him, cocking her head to the side. He was a strange man and clearly something other, but she just shrugged, “Okey-dokey, it’s break time anyway.”

The shop was fairly quiet this early in the day anyway, with only one other guest, a regular, sitting in a window seat eating a cinnamon roll with their coffee. So Sonny took off her adorable frilly apron and hung it behind the counter, shouting behind her “Dee! Imma break!”

The goth looking girl blinked behind her oversized cat-eye glasses and gave a flour covered thumbs up.

Turning back to the man, Sonny said, “Hope ya don’t mind if I have something,” as she popped over to the soda fountain and began constructing a monstrous milkshake with fruity pebbles and cotton candy flavored ice cream topped with a mountain of whip and an oreo. 

Shoving a spoon into the mess she popped up on a stool, leaving an invitation beside her in the form of an empty stool, “So! watcha here for if not for food?”

Not realizing that it wasn’t the woman at the counter that was the fae that he despised so much, Augustin kept up his belligerent act, honey eyes glancing towards the person that he just barely caught a glimpse of. Not that he’d pay much attention to her at this point. Right now, all he wanted was to figure out what information they had for him and hope to god the ‘fae’ didn’t decide that he owed them one. 

“I don’t give a shit what you do…” grumbling, Augustin moved forward, only pausing when the massive monstrosity of whatever she wanted to call it was placed before the stool next to the one he was about to choose … and quickly changed so that when he did sit, an empty stool remained between them. 

“I told ya. Somebody here offered information. I’m here looking over some … peculiar circumstances.” he hated being vague. He really really did. But he couldn’t risk somebody overhearing. Even if the place was as good as empty, he refused to be careless. 

“Was that you? Or do I got the wrong place?” huffing, Augustin leaned forward, looking over to Sonny, though rather than directly meeting her gaze, his eyes looked around her cheekbone area, a habit he had learned in order to keep from triggering fight or flight in another person, and despite his qualms against the ‘fae’, he didn’t want to do that … not yet, anyways.

“Oh, hmm...” Sonny rocked on her stool for a moment, kicking her legs as she licked her spoon clean before scooping up another bite, “Well I suppose that matters on what info you need. I’m pretty good with a lotta stuff but Dee knows more than I do about other things. Especially if its anything witchy, her mom was real into that stuff so she picked up a bunch of that just by, you know, like osmosis and junk. And we collect just about everything,” she laughed brightly, “So I might be able to find something out even if I don’t know right now.”

“But,” she gestured with her spoon, grinning, “I’ll need to know what you need to know to know if I know, ya know?”

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“There’s nothing wrong with her,” Bessie snapped defensively, “She’s a blessing! A gift from God.”

Her breath was coming too fast, she felt dizzy with fear and adrenaline. This was all too much. Even as Bessie was struggling to defend her, Desdemona was reaching towards that man. With a panicked shout Bessie lunged forward and grabbed Des around the waist, hauling the little girl back into her lap.

Trembling with the potent and overwhelming mix of emotions, Bessie hardly noticed that Desdemona’s sleeves had been pushed up, fully exposing her strangely fingered hands and skin-flaps. Reaching out, Des made grabby hands at Seth with her three fingers, whining and looking like she was about to cry again. Bessie had tears in her own eyes that she was ignoring.

“She’s a gift,” she insisted again, with less conviction. Mother always told her to hide Des away. Wrong and sinful. A devil’s child. What would the pastor say? The neighbors? “She’s God’s blessing. Why should she have to fear anyone…”

'No, there isn’t.’ Seth’s agreement comes with little hesitation. She was a child, one who had obvious differences from humans by an accident of birth, but still a child. One that didn’t deserve the circumstances of said birth being used as an excuse to harm her by any being.

Seeing that Desdemona was reaching for him, it’s with Bessie in mind that Seth doesn’t give in to that attempt at getting his attention. Her hands don’t elicit much in the way of a reaction as used to other Fallen being similarly varied. The whining, her face starting to get redder, is enough of a warning to know what was likely about to happen again however.

'She is, yes, but others may not see that.’ Trying to be as gentle with that warning as possible with Bessie’s own fear in mind, Seth is still giving her the room she seemed to want.

Keeping an eye on the pair of them, Desdemona’s continued fussing shifts his expression to something softer. 'How old is she?’ He never was given an answer after asking earlier, a realization that had just caught up to him.

Squirming and kicking, Desdemona began crying again, struggling in Bessie’s lap. Cursing under her breath, Bessie tried to calm her daughter, “Shhh shhh, please precious child, please, be still, be still.”

Tears slipping down her cheeks, she rocked in place, the squirming Des clutched close. She could no longer keep herself under control. If mother saw them like this... Her face twisted, fear and shame welling up in equal measure.

Finally answering her guest’s question, Bessie said softly, “She’ll uh... she’ll be two in June...”

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Dee flinched as she took in his full aura, a headache already forming between her eyes. Pushing up her glasses she rubbed at the bridge of her nose, her wing feathers ruffling out in a more obvious way as the magic that made her seem human shifted in her distress. With a soft groan she wished she could just push the thoughts straight into the boy’s head, talking was so exhausting, but considering what she’d just seen, that turmoil and warring monstrous power… perhaps it was better to have separation.

Gathering herself again, Dee finally said, “Not better, understood. Told foolish things by people who do not understand, I understand. Understand that danger comes in many shapes. Hides in sight.”

Digging her bare toes, toes that looked far more talon-like now, into the dirt further Dee breathed out and forced more words out while she still had the energy for them, “Fear what we can’t control. Helped others, could try?”

Eyes glance defensively to the raised hand and then back to her. When they see her reaction, they seem to finally figure out just what was going on. The red becomes a bit more present in their eyes, taking note of the feathers of her shawl becoming a bit more..lively. Their own fingers twitch slightly, ready to pull any magic to them if need be. Not that they felt threatened by her, but if she could see what was lurking beneath…

   “No. No one understands. Or –can understand.” 

They wouldn’t let them understand. It wasn’t so much a lack of their being a way to communicate it. This whole ‘possession’ ordeal would have probably been dealt with already if Benni didn’t feel a sort of..co-dependence to this other consciousness currently residing in them. It was something they held close to their chest, and that the demon itself of course pulled up defenses around. Though, where those lines delineated was not very clear cut. 

   “I don’t need your help. Or anyone’s” 

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Pulling her feathery shawl around her, Dee frowned at that shift in tone. That was not an unexpected answer, it was one she’d heard often from those hurt and abused. Whatever was happening to the boy was far worse than mundane abuse but the emotional reaction seemed to have similar effects. She sighed, pulling back slightly and regrouping. Help could never be forced and far too often those in the greatest need of it couldn’t allow themselves to receive it.

“No, see that now,” she relented softly, continuing, “then I am just here to listen if it helps. If not...” she shrugged, indicating a willingness to simply let the subject drop entirely. Sometimes to help those in the greatest hurt it was a better tactic to just be known to be available than to offer active help. With luck the boy would recall her help was available when the time was right.