Kayla beamed up at Feyre. "That's a pretty name!" She giggled. "My name is Kayla!" Creed laughed, and glanced around. No one seemed to be in the vincinity, but she could smell something else. She closed the door to the apartment, and pulled a small pink bike with training wheels from the bike rack. "Are we ready?" She asked.
Nyx stepped out and said "pardon me do you guys happen to be a magic users?" he asked politley
Creed looked taken aback for a second. This dude smells strange.. She composed herself then gaped at him. "What the hell do you mean? Magic?" She snorted. "I ain't got any cards up my sleeve, mister."
Feyre's snakes mentally hissed and she slowly stepped in front of Kayla, subtly taking a defensive stance.
"im not going to hurt you. i can sense your magic anyhow." he said
"Why should we trust you?" Feyre asked suspiciously, putting her hands behind her back and extending her nails.
"Magic?" Creed was getting uneasy now, and her eyes were turning a bubble-gum pink. "I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about." she huffed.
"hun, your eyes are litterly turrning pink"
hee calls everyone hun//
Creed flushed and her eyes quickly turned back to a dark blue. "Were not," she mumbled defiantly.
"yeah you are and from that display id imagine you are a lysborn. correct?" the warlock asked
”Mark” was walking along the street, headed for the forest. He noticed a few others bickering, they didn’t smell like normal humans, but they might’ve just needed a bath. He sighed and continued walking, no traffic or other pedestrians in sight.
(lol that was a typo sorry. she's a lyatborn lol)
Creed scowled. "What are.. What are you? You smell bad." she paused and then grimaced. "I'm sorry, that sounds weir-d-d- That sounds bad.. I meant, you smell suspicious?" she corrected.
"im a demon warlock." he stated
Creed raised an eyebrow. "Okay, cool. Now. What do you want?" She asked stubbornly.
i would like to know if either of you sensed ither maguic pressenses"
”Mark”’s attention was caught by their conversation. So, they weren’t humans who needed a bath, but supernatural beings. The conversation might go somewhere, so “Mark” sat quite a ways away, although he could still hear them thanks to his impeccable hearing.
"i need to know" he said his voice going desprete "its for science!"
"No." Creed said. "We have not. So, if you'll excuse, we have places to be." Creed's hair went back to the bright green it was earlier, and she took off her glasses and shoved them in her backpack.
"gosh darn it" nyx drooped defated
Feyre retracted her nails and took Kayla's hand. "Come on, don't we have somewhere to be?" she asked, still regarding the man suspiciously. "We should get going."
my weird mad scientist//
Creed wrinkled her nose and sniffed. She nudged Feyre, and lead her and Kayla towards the stink of something abnormal.
”Mark” sighed and continued on his way, hands in his pockets. He glanced back at the house.
Jace walked down the street more.
He ran into someone on the street, “Ah, sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologized and started to continue in his way.