layers and layers of secrets [open]

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

Markus Pearson kept meticulous notes about the applications of magic in some fruitless attempt at drawing a connection between this old forgotten science and bloodlines and race. His scrawl took up several thick college-bound notebooks, alternating black and blue covers. The faces of the notebooks were blank and his handwriting barely legible, so his current reader, Ilvyn Daleroth, was not particularly concerned about anyone seeing what he was reading. Ilvyn's ruddy fingers paged through the notebook of the dead man with care and his eyes travelled the words. The notebooks of Mr. Pearson had become a personal reading project of the boy, gifted to him from a client, several of the things were stored in a plastic container at the studio apartment he slept at, and initially he took them only out of need for something to read. He read them too, with keen interest for he always liked a work of non-fiction about obscure subjects that were myth to the common man.

Vyn sat in a bench near a small coffee shop, not open yet, for it was early morning. Early morning, the sky was still dark, the air biting cold, and he had been sitting here for a few hours. Ilvyn had always been a nocturnal creature and he wasn't afraid of using those slender dark hours to enjoy his solitude. He loved people, but damn, most of them were annoying and rude and smelly. He could have easily holed up in the shoebox he slept in, but what was the fun in that? He liked to enjoy the outdoors just as much as the next person even if it was not a normal time of day or warm enough season to be indulging in a good read on a rickety old bench.

It would not be long until the usual humans stirred, began to head for work, and this place would become busy. Soon the sun would rise and Vyn would read for maybe a few more hours before meandering home and crashing for the day. His eyes were growing heavy with sleep, but he couldn't stop reading. Not yet. Just one more page.

Just one more.

[Myk]

The world seemed to have stopped, utterly and completely. As if it had been jarred and sealed, perfectly preserved in formaldehyde, floating sightlessly, soundlessly.

A stray light in a house or business here or there proved, however, that the outlying city had not perished. An occasional car eased down the lane and invariably another being strolled down the sidewalk. With every movement he made, every vaporous exhalation, his presence seemed to disturb the viscous night air around him. The doctor proceeded down the block carefully, as if trying to avoid disrupting the night anymore than necessary.

Another tiresome night of work had proceeded sleep, and sleep had fled before it. As dawn neared, he had donned on a jacket and a scarf and retreated his apartment and work. The frigid air was barely tolerable, but it was greeted as a welcome change. His efforts had been fruitless as of late, even more than usual. Irritable and frustrated, he avoid sleep. Recently he'd been finding himself lashing out, even at patients on occasion. It was quite childish he knew, but damn if having to listen to the petty whining of others hadn't become a dreary and soul-sucking profession. At some point after the fifth or sixth block (he'd begun losing count), something of more interest that his research surface. Nearly a week of grasping for a few hours sleep off and on, he couldn't be one hundred percent sure that it was not conjured up by a sleep-deprived mind.

If it was a hallucination, Myk sure as hell had no idea what its significance was. If real, well that was even stranger.

It sat on a bench, calm as you like, strangely human and animal all at once. Horned, and apparently even had a tail. And it was reading, to boot. Aversion mingled with unsatiated curiosity and he stared onwards, trying to catalog the oddity as anything that he had every seen or even read about. It appeared vaguely to be some sort of chimera or hybrization. Of course, after his introduction to the so-called "supernatural", Myk was not so arrogant as to presume that he knew each and every creature upon the face of the earth. If the thing was real at all of course. He still wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not.

He treaded warily, not knowing how is approach would be regarded. The closer he got, the less he seemed to understand about whatever it was that sat at the bench. (Hoofs? It had hoofs?) Harsh light illuminated the pages of the book, but it was illegible to the doctor. Even closer he got, until he stood directly behind the bench, fingers pressed into the back of the bench as he peered over the stranger at the book's contents.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

Electrical tendrils crawled across his skin, raising the fine hairs on his forearms, and the sensation grew impossible to ignore. He placed a palm on his forearm and rubbed it back and forth to lay down the hairs prickling under his sleeves. Realization was muted by read words tumbling about in his head but after a long moment of staring blankly at the page and trying to will goose bumps away he recognized that crawling feeling over his skin. Someone was watching him, their eyes eating up his presence in a hungry, greedy, and creepy way. Vyn looked up at the air in front of him, put his hands against the corners of the notebook, and snapped it shut in his lap. He leaned back in his seat and turned his head to look cockeyed at Myk, eyes unfriendly, brows drawn in a scowl.

"It's rude to read over another person's shoulder," Vyn snapped. "Especially a person you don't even know…oh! But I know why you're here."

Ilvyn swiveled in his seat so he could look the man straight in the eye. Those were tired eyes, curious eyes, and completely unforgiving. This stranger had no idea he had overstepped his bounds and Ilvyn would have been angrier if he didn't lack in that department of social skills as well. Mostly the boy was frazzled that a stranger had come so close to him without his knowledge and had gone completely unnoticed for several seconds. The boy didn't trust people. He didn't trust those eyes.

"You can see through my glamour," Vyn told the man. The words were tired on his breath as he had clearly said them a thousand times before. "Are you going to ask me what I am as well? Well, what are you? You were clearly standing behind me because you, ah, want to talk to me or at least if you didn't want to talk to me you haven't made it very apparent."

Ilvyn scoffed, swept the man over with his hawkish eyes. "It's really too bad you're such an old, skinny bastard. I'm not much into creepy men with physical resemblance to trees." Trees were considered unattractive. Ilvyn was more into lumberjacks. "Creepy, but not threatening, and I bet you'd be easy to take down."

The boy was up to that challenge too, especially if the man kept staring at him like that. What a weirdo. How was this one ever allowed to exist in civilized society?

[Zirra (Raptor)]

{Note to self Rping a Blind person is hard 8( }

Oh yay...Rush hour.

It was something that every person (If not most) was familiar with. The sound of people walking along the sidewalk and mumbling their heads off was about the only thing that could be heard.

It was a constant buzz in the ears of the youth, and it was slowly proving to be annoying, it was messing around with the way she got around the place. The constant whacking of her walking stick clicking on the ground was a sign of her annoyance. She was used to being blind but sometimes things just didn't work out for her.

It was still rather early and she didn't have to show up at the shop for quite a while, but she always did tend to get there early due to the fact that she usually had nothing better to do. But for the time being she decided to walk through another part of Boston, fiddling with some fossil dinosaur claw in her free hand.

It was something she had been caring for as long as she remembered...and it was also the reason of her current predicament.

For the most part this would have been like every single day, but then it hit her nose.

A scent...

It smelled...Canine?

Oh was this gonna be interesting, she had never seen a wolf before (Well she couldn’t anyways) but she was curious enough to approach what she guessed was the main source of the smell.

Shame her brother wasn't here he'd love to meet a wolf too...shame.

Once she got close enough to the burr she kept a reasonable distance before responding.

“ Hey...you smell funny “

Naturally most supernaturals would freak once their cover was blown, however if he was a wolf then he would be able to tell she wasn't nothing 'normal' as well. Besides Boston was crawling with the strangest of creatures anyways.

If anything the slight scent of reptile lingered around the youth, but at the moment she was too exited to even pay attention to the fact that there was someone else here.

Pale amber eyes blinked curiously from behind her dark shades at what she guessed was a wolf. Oh goody if only her brother was here to see this.