"Of all of the airports I've ever been to, the Portland one has got to be my favorite," Janus sighed, spinning around. "Not too extravagant, lots of good restaurants, comfortable---and, of course, the iconic carpet pattern."
"I thought your favorite airport was that one in Iceland," Remus said.
"It changes a lot."
Virgil chewed his fingernail nervously as the four of them made their way to the check-in. He'd never actually been on an airplane before, and his first time probably shouldn't have been with two superpowered guys his age and a superpowered teacher who swore constantly, lived off of Starbucks, and named his car after a pop singer. So needless to say, he wasn't feeling too optimistic.
"Y'all got your passports?" Remy asked, scratching the back of his neck.
Janus and Remus held theirs up in response. Virgil checked his bag, then nodded.
"Great. Okay, Kapoor and Sanchez, don't do anything dumb or destructive, and Hayashi... don't use them as role models. Grab your bags and let's go."
After checking in, grabbing a bite to eat, and going through security (during which Remy had to get patted down and Remus almost got detained), Remy managed to find where to wait. Virgil and Remus groaned when they found out that they had to wait for forty-five minutes.
"Luckily for you two inexperienced fools, I have come prepared." Janus held up an iPad, an adult coloring book, and his copy of Neverwhere. "Pick what you want. I also brought colored pens."
Virgil shrugged. "The book any good?"
"Oh, it's very good. I've found a role model in the Marquis."
"Gotcha." He took it.
"Does the iPad have horror video games?" Remus asked.
"No, but I pulled up Gravity Falls for your conven---"
Remus snatched it out of his hands and pulled out his earbuds.
Virgil nudged Remy. "You good?"
"I'm going to use this time to give Dice a lecture before seeing him in person," Remy answered, dialing a number on his phone.
"How come?"
"So I don't feel the need to strangle the bitch when I see him." He held it up to his ear. "Ringing... ringing... he had better pick up..."
"Heeeeeeey, big bro---"
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!" Remy shrieked, springing up from his seat. Virgil gave him a scared look, while Janus and Remus didn't even look bothered.
"No, you don't get to make excuses," he continued, starting to pace. "Yeah, I know that I'm not the most responsible person in the world, but tossing a Molotov cocktail into your boss's apartment just because he fired you?! Maman didn't raise you like this, you little---" He paused. "Wait, he fired you because you're gay? Never mind, then. Next time, stab the bitch." He hung up. "Sorry 'bout that."
"Oooooh, sounds like someone had an unlucky dice roll," Remus sang, shimming a little in his seat.
"What was your brother's job, exactly?" Virgil asked.
"He's a movie critic. He's got the same powers as me, so he can stay up all night watching without a problem." Remy sat back down. "Janus, I give you full permission to do the handshake when we pick him up."
"Excellent," Janus purred, rubbing his hands together.
"Oh, no, guys, watch it," Virgil muttered. "Lie Lie Birdie here just got possessed by Stewie Griffin."
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The Academy of S.I.D.E.
FanficVirgil's always stayed in the shadows... literally. He was born with the ability to control them. He's mostly used it to make shadow creations when he's bored, or talk with his own shadow---who's pretty much his only friend. He doesn't know where th...
