Cyrus nodded in understanding. “I have no idea what either of those colors look like. I can really only see shades of red or straight white and black,” He said rolling back his sore feeling shoulder. “But hey, that’s really cool. I think mine are red, and maybe some other color..” he continued, motioning to his face. His eyes were red, but there were flecks of gold near his pupils.
Kaz stared at his eyes a moment. "Yup, they're red and they've got a little bit of gold in them. They look super cool," he said, smiling to himself a little. "Mine just look weird most of the time. Or scary."
“Yeah? I think yours look nice. They look like various lighter shades of red. I’m sure the purple color looks good too,” Cyrus said, picking at one of his nails.
Kaz couldn't help but smile dorkily. "Aw, thanks," he laughed. You won't think they look nice when they're the last thing you see before you die came the intrusive thought barging into his head. His smile faltered for a fraction of a second before he stamped the thought out of his mind. No, no, that wasn't him. The storm was just aggrivating that part of him, that was all
Chandra sucked in a breath and reminded herself, My mind remains intact. I do not become a full demon. No matter what, the worst thing I can do is scare the diddlysquat out of all of these people and be branded as a criminal. No biggie. “Hey, guys?” She called, her flashlight still on. “My phone is dying, and I realize that I don’t know you, but, um… in the… in the dark, I become a demon,” she rushed. “I won’t hurt you. But, uh… just a… a warning.”
“Anytime, man,” Cyrus responded with a brief grin. He glanced up at the sky, then back at Kaz. “How about we go sit back down, yeah? You can tell me about those rumored abilities of yours.”
The demon lifted its hands and the roof of the cafe was lifted off, hurlingnaway into the storm. “Chandra,” he cooed. “I know you’re in here, my sweet.”
Reign screamed and her fire reacted, lashing out at the demon. He seemed annoyed, maybe a little pain.
“Shut the f-ck up, you idiot,” Chandra muttered. “Okay, I’m going to turn the light off, now!” She said louder.
He strode past all the onlookers, barely even flinching from any attacks. “Yes, do that,” he said proudly. “Then you can come with me.”
//I’m gonna pause this here and wait for everyone else
Cyrus had jerked his attention towards the demon once the roof was gone. Rain seemed to quickly soak his clothes, strands of his hair sticking to his pale face. On instinct, a scratchy hiss escaped his throat, but he quickly smacked his hand over his mouth, really hoping no one had noticed how inhuman it sounded. He chose to watch, and if things got too physical, then he would do something. He would only shift or use his inhuman like speed if he had to.
(hi sorry I was taking a test) Kaz flinched as the rain hit his skin. He started to hyperventilate a little. You're okay, you're ok, just a little rain, your dad's dead, he can't hurt you, he muttered. Unfortunately, in his panic vague black lines began to trace the veins of his neck and arms, and his eyes were turning a violent faded purple. He looked down at his hands, now staining themselves in splotches of black. "Oh. Oh no."
Isaac observes, noticing that the figure is talking to someone inside the cafe. He walks back in, had the roof been there he would of waited on the mat but since the cafe was alread soaked he walked in freely. Watching, waiting for something to happen.
Cyrus threw a quick glance over at Kaz, hearing his heart rate increase. Wendigo’s had heightened senses, allowing him to hear sounds such as that. He watched as Kaz’s eyes shifted to a darker shade of red, and black marks appeared on this skin. “What the hell?” He muttered to himself, his own eyes widening slightly.
(whoops had another test) Kaz looked over at Cyrus, realizing he was probably freaking him out. He put his hands up, eyes wide. "Don't worry, it's ok! I'm ok! I'm not dangerous I promise!" he tried to insist. "J-Just gimme a minute to get this to stop!" He started to try to calm himself down, his breathing slowly going back to normal. The blackness in his veins began to retreat, but his eyes stayed a dull purple with hints of electric silver. "I…I'm sorry. I told you I was scary," he muttered
Isaac watched as someone changed appearance, he sensed something bad was going to happen. Vines began to wrap themselves around his arms and legs, him barely noticing. He felt fear twist in his stomach but pushed it down. His first priority should be to protect civilians, who he had noticed had pretty much all left.
Deley had to get used to her new form. She hated shifting, especially her newer shifts. She blames the demons.
Kaz swallowed around a lump in his throat. A dull, throbbing headache had begun as he tried his best to ignore his more violent intrusive thoughts. "I'm not violent, I swear. I'm a nice person. I don't wanna hurt anybody," he said more to himself than anyone
Cyrus’s jaw clenched slightly as he watched the black markings fade away. “Don’t worry,” he said quickly, trying to be reassuring, “I’ve seen a lot of scary things, I’m used to it.”
"I don't think so. Y-You don't know what I look like when I'm…" He struggled for words, trying to decide whether he should shut his mouth so Cyrus would only think a little badly of him or keep talking. He hated having no one to talk to, but he guessed it was his fault for scaring everyone he met off
Cyrus frowned softly and exhaled, squinting slightly when Kaz’s form flickered. “I’m not normal either, I can get pretty scary, I think,” he responded. Kaz seemed upset by his abilities, and Cyrus gave in, mentioning his own so that maybe he wouldn’t feel as bad.
//hey
I’m waiting for turtleoffreedom now. xD
(yup lol) Kaz chuckled a little. "It looks like no one in this cafe is normal."
(Yep)
Cyrus gave a slight smile. He wasn’t used to someone laughing when he told people what he was. It was more of questioning or disbelief. Others had asked to see his form, then run off afterwards. “You’re right about that one.”
"If…If it's not a sensitive subject, um. What's your power?" Kaz asked, leaning back a little against the back of a chair
“Hard to tell, but I’m a Wendigo. Very uncommon, most were killed off a few hundred years ago by Native Americans,” Cyrus explained. The hunger popped back up when he spoke about the topic.