"See no evil. Speak no evil. Listen carefully."
A family akin to a modern Adams' Family moves into the derelict house across the street from Kota. Intrigued by the beautiful doll-like daughter, he and Nathan attempt to befriend her while trying to u...
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•Gabriel•
It's fittingly gloomy as we wait for them to arrive in Mr. B's and Sean's parlor. It's storming so heavily outside that it looks like dusk instead of midday. The wind howls, rattling the windows where the grey silk curtains are pulled back so we can see when they pull up. Unbeknownst to Rue and Phil, we all agreed to meet a bit earlier to discuss what the actual fuck our lives have become.
The parlor in this house is fittingly drab even if it's elegant. Sean lost the battle on how to decorate the room they meet visitors in. He gets free reign on the second floor though so he's not too salty about the whole thing. The wallpaper is a dull grey damask print that is trimmed by stark white wood in elaborately carved designs. The fireplace is white and colonial fashioned with the bare expected embellishments of decor. There's the same dark wood floors that travel throughout the rest of the house and modernized Victorian sofas and seating in white tweed. It's exactly the sort of room you'd expect to chat with your accountant in.
Nathan is by the fireplace getting the kindling in order to light. He's been quieter than usual, contemplating everything that's happened the last week in the privacy of his thoughts instead of making inappropriate jokes like he usually does.
North sits on the edge of a loveseat lost in thought. He has an arm hanging loosely off one knee, the other reaching behind his ear to scratch near obsessively. He's been jumping the gun on how we should handle Rue. He's not exactly happy to not have one of us with her right now. Kota sits beside North leaning on the arm. His elbow resting on the chair arm and his fist under his chin as he stares off at Nathan thoughtlessly. Kota's stance on Rue hasn't changed in the slightest since he first laid eyes on her. If anything, his adamance has gone next level and is just plain fucking annoying. The whole supernatural thing did throw him off for a minute, but he surprisingly took everything in stride.
If I have to hear one more Middle Earth or Lovecraftian comparison, I'm feeding him to Draven.
Which is more than I can say for Mr. B. Poor Owen feels sideswiped. I'm fairly certain he's an atheist though he hasn't ever opened up a theological debate with me before. While plenty of people can believe in the supernatural and still not believe in a god, I have the feeling those were synonymous for him. Aside from his existential crisis, he also kind of made an ass of himself last night with Rue. Rue doesn't know that. Most of his assery stayed between him, Sean, and North. He still feels really bad about it though. He told them to tase her and pretty much treat her like an escaped asylum patient.
If they'd listened to him, she could've been seriously hurt according to Dr. Roberts. Their immortality doesn't make them incapable of feeling pain or dying. In fact, from my understanding, they're actually pretty fragile despite certain enhancements. The sun makes them weak which means at certain times of the year, there's over half of a day where they're at risk of getting ill or weakened. They have to eat or they'll feel the effects pretty quickly, unlike humans who may feel uncomfortable about missing a meal but will be okay. Their bodies are constantly fighting off death. Every time they don't feed, their blood becomes thicker and thicker until it sticks to their veins. It actually seems like more trouble than it's worth.
