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Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

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MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Topic Started: Tuesday, 6. May 2014, 20:53 (1,164 Views)
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Was she reading her phone right? This was her nephews shop? She looked at it critically from the outside, the large building was covered in graffiti, and the pink kraken painted up over the door only confused her further... But, it did have the plaque that said she was the right electronics shop. Why... did it look like she was about to walk into an art studio? Toran didn't have much artistic talent, well, no more than tracing.

She knocked, and rung, and then knocked again as she stood bouncing from foot to foot on her forest green Docs. Her mountain of red dreads were pulled up in two thick, high situated pony tails that create bursting fountains atop her head, inspired by sailor moon she had also taken and knotted up several dreads into balls in front of them like little dumplings.

She was dressed very much like the hippie flower child she'd been raised to be, dark green bamboo pants skirted down her short, thin legs and disappeared into her Docs below. A thigh length green bamboo shirt matched the pants, with a burst of white designs down the left side, hand painted whimsically to create flowing whisps of birds and feathers amidst tribal designs. Her legend of zelda waist belt came across her thin, pixie hips, a small fairy like creature in her slight frame she had played this up to the max by just emphasizing her strangeness. Especially here in London, where hippies tended to be few and far between... Back home, she would blend into the East Vancouver streets like a grain of basmatic in a bowl of sticky rice. Good luck picking it out.
Edited by Jams, Tuesday, 6. May 2014, 20:53.
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The massive figure that opened the door was wearing a heavy black sweater and a black and purple tartan kilt. His muscular legs were covered in curling black hairs down to his socks and combat boots. His black hair was trimmed to jaw length and his frost-blue eyes regarded her in surprise. His lips twitched behind his black beard. At 6'4 and 260 lbs Toran was a huge figure that seemed to fill the doorway.

Until he stepped back and let her into the waiting room of the tattoo parlor Lucy had been working the downstairs into. He grinned and his voice was like a black smoke that seemed to fill the room.

"Why Aunty Jams... what an odd surprise. I thought you had gone back to Scotland to Nanny."

He waved for her to come in and made sure he was out of the way. There was amusement in his voice, as well as surprise. He had been stumped when she just sort of vanished but he figured she'd been called away to work and frankly, he was just as happy at the thought of her being somewhere the shit going down in London couldn't touch her.

"My wife Lucy should be down in a moment, she's in the back organizing her tattooing supplies I think."

Okay, there are those who might argue it's not a legitimate wedding. But he considered siring and blood binding a clear enough ceremony for him and he'd gotten a forced wedding license signed and filed, so it was also technically valid according to the government.
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She didn't really wait for him to get out of the way to get out of the cold London air, green scarf over her shoulders not providing enough warmth for this weather just yet. However, her hoodie had some problems with dumpster sludge smunched into it and she didn't have a washer and dryer. She'd have to go to the laundary mat eventually, but she hadn't wanted to spend a day sitting on a vibrating machine .... Yeah, that would happen tomorrow. She just squeezed past him, noting the kilt and wondering if he was one of the crazy Scots they'd been raised as that actually wore that shit around. No one did that anymore, not even in Scotland. It was jeans, jeans, and sometimes trousers and slacks. Crazy, cold as fuck breezey kilts were usually special occasion wear. Was... was it a special occasion?!

"I did, after christmas. Was just here for a quick visit for the holiday... but my jobs done now. Semesters over, and the professor I worked for is now in Tahiti on permenant contract..."
The idea that she'd lost her children didn't sit well with her, and despite trying to be blase about the fact she was jobless and making ends meet with an -art- degree didn't sit well with her. The real world? It sort of sucked... She had loved those children, for the last two years they had become her own. She got up to them, ran around with them, put them to bed. Their laughs made her insides swell with gratitude, and their mischief made her grin.

Still, she wasn't their mother even if she wanted to be. A change in her life to get things going in a better direction might not be unwarranted. Certainly, his life had changed. She did that thing she did so well, the sudden swelling of the small pixie into a ferocious, red faced, red headed fiend as she turned and stuck her arms straight out as she yelled.

"YOU GOT MARRIED ALREADY!? SHE WAS YOUR GIRLFRIEND AT CHRISTMAS!"
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"You could say we have a bond that is not easily broken... and don't yell at your elders Aunty dearest."

The big man crossed his arms over his thick torso and raised a black eyebrow at her, regarding her fairly impressive "yelling crow stance" that she assumed. It was an impressing yelling stance, as angry bird poses went.

"So what are you going to do in London now that you're here and not working? Got a job lined up?"

Because Toran was a practical man who tended to think in terms of practical arenas, at least where Lucy wasn't concerned. With Lucy he just thought with his heart. Not that there weren't people who wished to degrade what they had claiming it wasn't real just because it was reinforced with magic.

He knew how some people felt about their bond. But he knew how he felt about Lucy before there was blood involved. Sure, it had come on fast, but he'd never fallen for ANYONE the way he'd fallen for Lucy. His little devil.
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" I will yell at my elders when they has a shotgun wedding without their favorite Aunt!" Unassuming wasn't she? "WHO WAS THE FLOWR GIRL eh?!" While she had picked up a light scots finish to her voice after her years in Glasgow, her Canadian accent and mannerisms were slipping back to their true roots as her arms dramatically flailed about. She finished the flailing and chopped them in the air before her, before bringing her hands to rest on her hips as she glared with red brows all scrunched. She was, partially, playing at humor in her tantrum now... But really, that had been fast hadn't it?! And the family thought it would be -her- that fell in love and ran off.

"THATS MY JOB! I'll wipe the floor with whatever little five year old took my gig!"
There was no containing her blooming grin as she said it, although her icey blue eyes had a look of some hurt in them. Even in their disjointed family, usually they all managed to pass the important bits between them. Did Conner know? Had he forgotten to tell her? Or purposefully not told her in fear she would run off and do the same? Well, he could trip on a hockey stick she didn't have anyone to elope with!

"No work... I don't think I can fall in love with wee little devils and have them move to TAHITI again. I'm going to try and just... Be ... A... "
she trailed off, as starving artist had an entirely true but pessimistic rig to it. "professional free lancer." That sounded much better, and made her grin smugly before her hands left her hips to start pacing around looking at the works on the walls.

Married, to a tattoo artist? Well, that was entirely cooler than She'd expect from Toran. Where was the nurse? Or receptionist? That's what she'd always figured.
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"There wasn't really a ceremony Jams. Remember, most of the family thinks I'm gone. I was put in Witness Protection after a stint in a Max Security Penitentiary. We just filed the forms to register as married and called it good. I can't exactly publicize my whereabouts."

He tapped his hand on the counter and shook his head. Sometimes he forgot how... sheltered, Jams was. He didn't think she really wrapped her mind around the fact that her "nephew" was a wanted fugitive who had been put away for life for multiple counts of accessory to murder. Not that he'd DONE anything. The bastards who had bought his tech for an art museum heist had murdered their bookies and the bookies families instead. It hadn't been his fault but the bastards had left the tech behind and they'd gotten luck on tracking a finger print.

Toran didn't really blame the cops for busting him. He had a bit of a grudge on the district attorney who decided HE was a good sacrificial lamb to make up for not being able to snag the real killers. And Jams, well, Jams is a kitten.

"Lucy is her own Office Manager. Since she is the only artist and only works when she wants it's easy for her to keep track of the appointments and do the inking. We don't get a lot of walk ins. Well, not for tattoos. Lucy and I have done some good in the community. We chased out most of the gang bangers, cleaned up the drug users. I let the kids paint the outside the building as long as they leave Lucy's Kracken alone. We ah, like our privacy."
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"Oh.. So... It's ... Not legal?" Her burnt lashes closed on chilled eyes, opening again a moment later as she tried to sort through the thought processes that came with his words. Then, he wasn't really married was he? And she'd still have a chance to run around in a little fairy dress throwing flowers at everyone? Well... If she approved of his 'wife' and this union at all.

What if "Lucy" was a monsterous wench? With a stormy gaze and a hard meaty, prison look to her? He had spent years in prison, and escaped witness protection... What sort of tramp was he into now? She used to always imagine him with a sweet, quiet kind of girl with long brown hair and soft hazel eyes. Tall, thick in the shoulders and hips and curving like a goddess. (No small thing could really... Keep up with Torans size now could she?!)

Her eyes followed along the art as she helped herself inside, the tattoo parlor just building up a monsterous image of a biker chick in her imagination. Would she be dressed in all Leather and wear a badass jacket, be covered in skulls and naked chicks? Her face was peeling back into a look of worry, although she tried to rationalize that none of the art really pointed in that direction. Infact, a lot of it was beautiful... Feminine, more modern styles of realism than old fashioned and fearsome traditional tattoos the scary woman in her head was sporting.

"Is she as scary as most people find you?"

Most people wanted to walk a large circle around Toran, mostly due to his immense height and girth. She didn't even come in at half his weight, and had a great view of his nipples... Which, if wasn't her nephew wouldn't be such a bad view. As it was, she perferred to look at him while he was sitting and she was standing.

"Got anything to eat? I'm starving... I just found my flat and it's silly how much everything in this city costs."

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"She's not scary at all. She's a delight. A slender, beautiful punk rocker delight actually."

He blinked his frost-blue eyes at her in surprised. He supposed, technically, his marriage wasn't legal. On the other hand he was also sure that the bonds that existed between himself and Lucy were stronger than any normal married couple could ever boast. Well, he supposed people who considered vampires scary might be a bit afraid of Lucy. But that was just because they didn't realize how wonderfully humane she was.

"Ah, not at the moment, no. Our icebox is mostly empty. I think we have some bacon and tortillas but that's about it. Oh, and pepsi max. We tend to stock up on those since they're Lucy's favorites."

Of course, he couldn't really point that the only reason they had THAT much was because Lucy was able to eat food. She couldn't digest it, couldn't keep it down and she'd end up vomiting it back up later in the evening, but she could hold it down as part of her disguise. Which was something he couldn't do. He just vomited immediately. It was a bit disappointing, but he survived.

"We have a guest room. You could have told me you needed a place to stay while you shopped around. We'd have put you up for a while. That's what family is for after all."
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"Yeah, but it's totally weird to bunk at your -nephews- place while his bummy Aunt tries to get set up. I'm to independent for that." She always had been, always would be. She knew when to ask for help, but she also knew that staying with family would be like being a child herself. She was a care -giver-, she didn't like being on the receiving end of her rather doting family. She was young, so young her brothers tended to treat her -fatherly- instead of brotherly... She had to maintain her own identity, her own sacred space of adulthood. She was a Craig, and they were stubborn fucks when it came to being capable and willful.

"Anyways, I got a nice place in Barking. Studio flat, fire escape right outside the window so I can grow a garden on it. It's lovely... A Bacon Tortilla sounds great! Where's the kitchen? And where's this punk rock delight? Oh my... that sounds like icecream. Man, I could use an icecream...." Well, at least she could say she had more food in her flat than her uncle. Did they eat out all the time? She loved eating out, but the penny pinching princess mode had been engaged and frivollous behaviors had been suspended for the time being.

She was welcoming herself passed the Tattoo Parlor, trying to figure out which door led where, perfectly at home already and absolutely not minding finding closets instead of rooms.
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Since the back was a huge wide open space with a couple tattooing chairs set up and several brightly painted counters with equipment, inks, paintings, there weren't a lot of doors to open up. The back half of the room had been converted into a modified dojo. Gym mats covering the floor, mirrored wall. A Salmon Ladder push-up bar and a couple of weight benches. One wall had a vault like door with a hand scanner on it and there was an iron spiral staircase leading to the upstairs with what looked like a submarine hatch.

"It's upstairs. I'm not sure where Lucy is at the moment. She might have stepped up to get some new inks or she could be dealing with the finalization of selling her old tattoo parlor after deciding to move here in with me. I try not to obsess about knowing where she is at all times."

Which, on occasion was a challenge. Toran was a naturally paranoid person and wanting to know where he could reach Lucy at all times was a natural state of mind for himself. So he did his best to remind himself that she was much tougher than a normal person and could easily take care of herself.

Toran led the way upstairs through the open hatch and into the hallway. The kitchen was the first door on the right, next to it was the bathroom. To the left was a closed door, which was the master bedroom. A few more doors down the hall indicated the guest room and well... their play room. Toran waved for her to go on into the kitchen as he walked down the hall to close the door to their private dungeon and toy room. He rather doubted Jams wanted to see the proof of the kind of BDSM stuff he and Lucy got up to when left to their own devices.

"Sorry, I don't think we have any ice cream at the moment."

The man murmured as he walked back down the hall and into the kitchen, a grin behind his black beard. He was fortunate to have inherited Lucy's warm skin tone and near normal skin temperature, and he made it a point of maintaining a steady breathing habit to remind himself of when he had been alive. As long as Jams didn't reach out and TOUCH him and notice he was chilled, he shouldn't have any real issues. If she did she'd probably try to pull a Mom routine on him and try to check him for illness. Which would be awkward.
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"Yes we do" not that Lucy was aware that he was talking to anyone else but himself when she answered, coming walking out of the living room with a couple of sketch books tucked under one arm, a cellphone in her other hand and a pencil carefully clasped between her teeth seeing as she lacked a third hand to hold it. Would've been creepy anyway. Three arms? Yuck.

As per usual her choice of clothing was on the casual side: Baggy blue jeans that barely clung to her hips thanks to a broad leather belt with Hello Kitty skulls on it, a white long sleeved shirt over which a yellow top with a huge smiley face on it was worn. Topped off by mismatching pink bangs to her blonde hair which appeared to have been styled in the random ruffle of fingers way she was so good at.

She stopped as she turned the corner to look into the kitchen, finally realizing they weren't alone.

"Oh!" an apologetic smile crossed her pink lips as she tucked the cellphone away hurriedly. "Sorry, I didn't know there was company I uhm.." picked the pencil from her mouth so she wouldn't have to talk around it. "Sorry for interrupting, I'll be down in the parlor" the Swede said, feet wearing mismatched socks, left one black and white striped, the right one pink with a little bow on it, shuffling to move.
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Eyes that matched Torans in every detail but the color of the lashes fell on Lucy as she came into view, a muffled little announcement that there was indeed icecream being met with raised brows as her gaze slid sideways to give Toran a look to say 'You're holding out on me'. Then, she was back to looking at the blonde and pink haired woman that was talking through her pencil, and where others might not understand this language of muffled vowels Jams was expert in it.

Lucy was far from the devastatingly frightening biker girl that Jams had been predicting as a worse case scenario, infact... Lucy looked an aweful lot like the kind of art students she was used to interacting with. The punky hair, unusual little toys and trinkets attached at the appropriate places, much like her own legend of zelda pocket belt that ran across her hips. It made her grin with a look of impish pleasure, like she was plotting high jinx as she held her arms open and then gestured in the direction Toran was leading her.


"I'm sorry! I'm in your house! You don't have to leave! I'm your Aunty Jams! We're going to make Bacon Torilla's... want one? Toran can carry your stuff!" A momentary pause as a stroke of genius sprung on her, making her face light up further in a grin. "Oh... Or, we can just make the bacon and chop it up and put it on the icecream! Long as its not mint... Mint sounds like it doesnt work with Bacon..."
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"Stay, please. Or Aunt Jams here might explode in a cloud of glitter. And believe it or not, she IS my Aunt. Grandpa... got around."

He grinned through his beard and slipped an arm around Lucy's waist to give her a kiss, lifting her up walking sideways and plopping her down onto the kitchen table as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Because they last thing he needed was to listen to Jamia Craig go on about how he had been cheating her by letting his fiancee run away. Wife damnit.

The thickly built man reached under a cupboard and pulled out a frying pan, setting it on the electric range and starting it heating. Then he went into the fridge and pulled out the bacon. He'd wait on the ice cream. No reason to let it get all sort. Of course, he'd have to find some suitable reason to explain why HE wasn't eating anything. Because he had no real intention of vomiting blood all over his aunt.

His frost-blue eyes gave Lucy a beseeching glance which stated quite clearly. "Don't leave me alone with my own family, they're CRAZY" It was a look perfected by most married people. That look that showed the clear and honest truth of the in-laws and the marriage responsibilities to take care of their own. In other words, the cowards look.
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Ice cream and bacon, that sounded absolutely horrid! But hey, who was she to judge, if the woman wanted ice cream and bacon then by all means, though that was one monstrosity of a dish the Swede could do without.
Then, then Toran picked her up and walked her into the kitchen to plop her down on the table. Guess that meant she was staying. Not that she minded she just hadn't been aware that Jamie was family of his. An now that she knew she was a little bit worried about scaring the woman off. Mostly so because well, Toran didn't have a lot of family he had any contact with, she knew this. And yet between the two of them, he was the one with more family contact than she had. And she really didn't want to fuck that up somehow.

Grandpa got around indeed... Jamie couldn't possibly be much older than Lucy had been at the time of her embrace.

"No mint, don't like mint ice cream. But I got chocolate and vanilla and Irish cream ice cream" she gestured towards the fridge. The fact that she kept ice cream around was habit, and while she couldn't truly enjoy it the same way as before given how it couldn't stay down forever, it was still something she would on occasion feel compelled to snack on. Generally in combination with a good movie. Although, she didn't often watch whole movies with Roan around. They got... easily distracted.

"I'm gonna have to pass on food though. We had take out earlier and I'm stuffed. And I only had half of what Toran ate" the blonde chuckled, hoping that would be an excuse good enough for him to avoid the whole food question seeing as she knew he could no longer eat.
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She looked at Toran as he picked up Lucy like a little lady bug, careless about the woman's weight as he stomped over to deposit her in a position of no escape.

"You're a freak. I can barley carry a sack of potatoes for a block... You couldn't donate like, a tenth of that muscle to me could you?! Like, why did I get all the wimpy genes?"

Her face strained in a dramatic expression as she mimed dragging a sack of potatoes for a few steps, eyes bulging and neck muscles tensing with bared teeth and wrinkled nose. She then dropped the mimed sack, kicked it with a foot as if it was being rude despite it's imaginary contents, and turned her back on it to sprint towards the freezer.

"Irish cream? Is it boozey?" She did like her boozey ... Anything. Anything boozey was on the top of her list of favorites. Chocolates, icecream, boozey booze? "Back home in Vancouver, we have this big nude beach called Wreck Beach on the west strip. There's this lady that does boozey freezies! It's genius. They're five bucks a pop, but when it's like thirty degrees out and you're butt naked sweating like mad boozey boozey freezies are like ... Freezies from heaven. Angels must prepare them and bring them down to her, their emissary on terra firma... Oh chocolate will do nicely with bacon."

It was a shame she had missed the take out, but getting around in London was a bit harder on public transit than she had thought. Mostly because anything shiny or glittery caused her immediate distractions and she tended to meet people spontaneously. She looked at the pack of bacon, eyeing it with a sort of inquiry like she was trying to get to know it on a personal level.. Really, she was wondering if it was worth the effort to find a pan and a wait to cook it. She could just, eat icecream.

"Icecream isn't food, doesn't count!" She said, turning around to grin at Lucy and Toran. "You sure you don't want any? We could go all high school on this and eat it with spoons from the tub...."
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"Ah, no, I couldn't possibly, even for bacon. I had a 36 oz steak, two baked potatoes and a side salad for dinner. I'll be digesting for a while."

He looked... awkward. Which could be because he just confessed to eating a meal bit enough for three. Of course, it could also be because he was lying his ass off and frankly, he wasn't very good at it. The huge man reached up and rubbed some of his hair, mussing the black strands. Then his frost-blue eyes gleamed with mischief and he grinned.

"if you're so worried about your athleticism though, I could start coaching you. Once we get you up to the salmon ladder you'll be able to lift your own weight and then some. Takes some practice to time your pull-up so that you flip the bar into the next highest rung, but once you're used to it it's a pretty full body workout."

Chocolate and bacon sounded pretty good. But frozen booze? How did that work. Alcohol didn't freeze. Was there some kind of mad science behind this or was it just another sign of the Canadian's mastery of all things frozen and icy.

Still he was grateful for Lucy taking the lead on explaining why he couldn't eat. He wasn't sure he'd have been able to think up a reason that fast. Coming up with off the cuff deception wasn't something he was particularly good at. Then again, he might need to change that if he was going to move among the living. If he couldn't keep himself concealed he'd have to become more of a recluse, and it'd be a shame to undo all that hard work in teaching him to socialize. Wouldn't it?
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"I doubt there's any actual booze left in the ice cream though I do approve of boozy freezies, sounds delicious" the blonde chuckled, still sitting right where Toran had put her down, her feet dangling well above the floor and her hands resting on the table.
Chocolate and bacon though? Man, the girl's taste buds were out of sync. But hey, whatever floated her boat. If she wanted bacon and chocolate, she'd get it. Not as if Lucy was in an kind of position to be preaching to someone about their diet.

"And hey, what Toran said. If you wanna train just let us know, I'd be happy to lend a hand" the blonde Brujah probably looked a lot less intimidating than Toran did considering she was like half his size and width. Heh, there had been jokes about him having to walk sideways through doors. And she'd giggled like an idiot and squealed when he'd tickled her as "punishment".

She leaned forward a little, pulling a leg up to rest her heel on the table edge while wrapping her arms around her knee.
"I can even show you how to flip over someone Toran's size" she winked.
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"Oh no! I'm a runner not a fighter. In high school in grade 12, I took the Rape Aggression Defense System training? It's like, basic self defense for women... You know what they called me the whole time? 'The Giggler'."

She snickered in memory, moving to help herself to look through kitchen drawers to find a spoon to tackle the icecream with. Maybe a bowl to, if they didn't want to go all high school teenager with her and eat it directly from the carton. She had natural instincts when it came to finding things in peoples kitchens, it came from growing up a hippy and learning to come and go from peoples houses without invitation. Her family was like that, but they were the same way with guests. You let them roam free and wild and forage where ever they could. She found the spoon, and moved to the freezer to invade the stash.

"If I tried to flip someone over Torans size, They'd land on me. We'd both get conscussions. You want a concussion Toran? I'm really physically... disabled? No... Unable. That's it. I have the graceful feet of a walrus on land! However, I can run pretty damn fast! And my ability to render first aid on whomever I have accidentally run into and knocked over is top notch. "

She brandished her spoon dramatically, sticking it in her mouth to hold it so she could reach into the freezer with both hands to retrieve the chocolate decadence.
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"What do you mean it's disgusting? Its a cockroach. It's adorable."
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"Anyone can be taught. But if you don't want to learn to fight, nobody'll make you. Granted, I could put together some wonderful obstacle courses for you to run, if you wanted to make it LESS likely you'd run head first into someone."

His deep voice rolled out soft and soothing. A black cloud in the room and he shook his head ruefully, his frost blue eyes half closed as he regarded Jams with a combination of nervous trepidation and amusement. He wondered how she would react if she were to find out the truth. He didn't have the heart to tell her he'd been struck from the family rolls as far as her brother, his Uncle, and the others were concerned. They'd decided he was "out of bounds" when he'd gone to prison. She probably hadn't heard because she was in Canada... and frankly her Mom was too sweet to cut someone off like that anyway.

The rest of the Craigs didn't have that problem really. His Uncle wasn't the only one who thought he'd failed when he couldn't keep his father from falling apart. But they'd been ready to forgive him. Until the prison sentence had come out. He'd received a politely worded letter asking that he stay away from his cousins and not.. influence.. them. There was a good chance Jams here was the only Craig who would ever come looking for him. Thus the only one to risk stumbling onto a secret they shouldn't know.

He watched her fish through their drawers with amusement, then tackle the ice cream. Considering her body would actually convert it into something resembling nutrition he wouldn't begrudge her her treat. Girl was painfully skinny as it was. Pretty, but skinny.
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"Just follow Rinswind's rule when it comes to running and you'll be fine" Lucy chuckled with a light shrug of her shoulders. "Never look back to see if they're following you, it breaks your line of sight and ruins your aerodynamics" and even though that was the philosophy of a fictional character out of the Discworld universe, it was sound advice. Because looking behind you while running really did mess up your momentum and increased your chances of running into something.

Lucy, still sitting right where Toran had put her down, dangled her legs and chewed on her lip for a moment as she glanced at her husband. It... couldn't be easy to have to lie to his family, especially when he didn't have a whole lot of family that still talked to him at all.
In that aspect Lucy perhaps had it "easier". She had cut off all contact with her relatives, letting them believe she'd died. Now, that wasn't ideal but it was the best she could do, because they hadn't deserved getting mixed up in the world she now belonged to.
But Toran.. in a way she would be the reason he would eventually have to cut off contact with what family he had left. Though she hoped that would be in the future by at least a few good years.

"So Jamie, yeah?" she tilted her head to the side. "You gonna be staying in London for a while?"
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