Shady

Pratik was pleasantly surprised that Ash both heard and agreed. He half expected them to toss him in a cell and give him a stale roll if he whined long ...

“We should start a club,” Jayk laughed. Jerica rubbed her face. She hadn’t *meant* to punch any of them... well, she’d intentionally punched Aerik. But that was in the middle ...

“No harm done,” Aerik said. “Speak for yourself.” Jayk rubbed his jaw and Jerica saw there was a small bruise forming. “Eh, she's punched me too,” Aerik said dismissively.

“Fuck there was,” Jayk cut in. “He let go of her and she decked me.” “Hah!” Aerik smirked, handing the tea down to Jerica. “We all want to.” Jerica cringed ...

“What what happened?” Aerik asked, walking back into the room stirring honey into a mug of tea.

“That’s why you were supposed to hold her,” Jayk muttered, sending him an annoyed glance.

“Yeah,” she answered, voice a bit weak too. She slid her sleeve up and pushed it up so he could see that her arm was now perfectly mended, not so ...

“Kill,” Jerica repeated, striding towards them. But where her steps were usually decisive and powerful, she now shuffled along weakly, more exhausted than she’d been in a long time. But ...

Jayk blinked at him. Aerik did too. And then they exchanged a glance. “Well, hell,” Aerik answered thoughtfully. “That’s fair I guess. I can’t really give you details, or I ...

Jayk perked up when Aerik mentioned powers, and was even more intrigued by Elias’s discomfort at its mention. He cut in before Aerik could answer, “what powers?”

“Yep,” Aerik answered. “That’s why I gave you the option to go back, if you wanted. You still can. But your powers...”

“Think about what would happen, Elias,” Aerik answered patiently. “Would you like Femola or Scelinons wandering into Earth freely?”

“I mean... you’re walking testament,” Aerik answered, scratching his chin before gesturing vaguely. “Most people don’t know alternate universes exist. I guard the portal to Earth. No one can

Yet another hand on her thigh. She trotted along next to Rendal until he sat in a large white over-stuffed chair and patted the arm to invite her to sit. ...

(night!) Pratik dropped his shirt and waited for Ash to take his leave, well aware that he wasn't going to be allowed anywhere near the hallway until Ash was clear ...