She scoots to the edge of her chair, holding her hands together.
"Well, first of all, this should be one of the places they won't look for a while. We may be able to law low and formulate a plan for at least a few days. Because we're elementals, we're assumed to be outcast and most are, so they won't suspect the richer neighborhoods, especially not small ones like this." she sighs. "Our next move… Isn't clear. I think we're planning on an ambush?"
Silver flew back up to the second story. "We were thinking of using me as bait and trying to catch some of their agents so we can figure out how they're tracking us so easily."
After finishing his food Leo walked up to the sitting area and said “I do know some people that could help with ambushing”
Violet nods to both answers, "I think that with an ambush it might be best to keep our numbers low so we might go unnoticed for the most part. But one or two more friends may be of help. Are they Elemental's, Leo?"
Violet smiles, standing and dusting herself off then heading downstairs to grab a cup of hot tea.
"Alright. I was just asking because I feel Ben would be very skeptical of any none-elemental's."
Ben breathes heavily, his helmet on over his head and a few of his curls in his face. He slows upon entering his neighborhood and is given a few waves from fellow neighbors. He spots his large house, mirror windows and white paneling. Home sweet home.
He pulls up and sighs, removing his helmet and letting the wind torment his hair. He unzips his leather motorcycle jacket, welcoming the cold for once, no matter how uncomfortable it was.
Silver felt the vibrations of the motorcycle long before anyone could hear it. She leapt over the railing and sailed down to the front window again, watching for Ben as he pulled up to the house. She watched him park and get off the bike, then ambled into the kitchen with Violet.
"He is yours, right? Cuz if you don't claim him, I might. We can't let that amount of attraction walk around in public without precautions."
Leo walked down to the kitchen and asked “should I contact him now?”
Violet gives her a small side glare before taking a sip of her tea from her porcelain cup. "Oh, he's mine. Anyways, dear, he's way too much for you."
(XD Read that in a brit accent because she's totally from london)
Ben squats by the bike to turn it's tracking monitor on before standing again, pulling his hair into a ponytail, then walking up the stone path to his front door. He unlocks it and quietly enters, hanging his helmet on the coat rack.
Silver grinned and helped herself to a cup of tea. "Just making sure you're not blind."
Ben looks up to the girls, strolling into the kitchen and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Violet huffs, rolling her eyes and picking up a newspaper.
"I'd have to be more than blind. I'd have to be deaf, too." She's perfectly serious and doesn't look to Sil to speak.
Ben creases his eyebrows, stirring creamers into his coffee.
Silver grinned harder, taking a sip to cover her face. Once she'd recovered, she set her cup down and turned to Ben. "How did it go? Did anyone show up after we left?"
Ben glares her down, walking past and ignoring her. He takes his jacket off and cranks the heater to 80.
"Did you guys just eat my food, or did you actually work out a plan?" He says, motioning to the sink full of dishes.
Silver eyed the thermostat. We're gonna roast. "Yeah we tossed around a few ideas. Stay here as long as possible and then maybe try to bait idea."
He rolls his eyes, hanging up his jacket and getting to work on rinsing the dishes and lining them up neatly and organized into the dishwasher.
"Amazing, what a plan indeed." he sarcastically grumbles, adding a few mumbled Russian words.
Cage looks down over the balcony to Ben, smiling and waving. "I'm glad you like ittt!!!!"
Violet purses her lips, setting down her newspaper and wiping down a counter.
"Benjamin, we didn't want to plan everything without you. You're probably best at plans of action anyways. Leave her be."
“By the way Ben I have a friend to that could help with our plan”
Ben turns, giving the boy (Leo) a glare.
"A friend? Who?"
“An elemental. his name is shadow.”
Silver helped Ben put away the extra food and finish the dishes. "What's his element?"
Ben creases his eyebrows yet again and asks in a low voice, "he doesn't have wings, does he?"
Silver stifled a snort. "You don't want more of me?" She asked sweetly.