Mike: cocks head at tall guy, Somthin' up?
Mike: Almost takes hand. Draws back black-furred hand, seething. Mutters: Mike Malone, smiles sadly at her, What's left of the guy.
Tyler: Well, if you don't mind me saying, do you believe in the supernatural?
Ciara: cocks head slightly"I apologize if I have offended you in some way... it is a.. pleasure to meet you..."
Mike: scuffs the toe of his sneaker. Don't know. Don't care to know... yet. shoves hands in pockets, Alex believes it from soup to nuts.
Really. raises an eyebrow with a small frown. Neva got that either, 'sept from a girl, just one.
Tyler: Well, you should. -mutters something- If you were here seconds before, you'd know that I, at least for now, am... Not human.
Ciara: "sighs""Well... neither am I l, for that matter.... but it is not a thing that should be... looked down upon. We are who we are, and that is all."
Tyler: -rests a hand on her shoulder- Are you dangerous? -smirks- Do you suck the blood from people until they become lifeless husks?
Mike: scowls. Join the club. spreads his arms dramatically, sending his jacket flying off to reveal furry grey arms. Lookame. Imma fr-
Gold eyes widen. Slips jacket back on. Whispers to Ciara: He ain't loaded, is 'e?
Tyler: -frowns- The worst part is, I can't control it. It just... Happens.
Mike: cringes, Try layin' off smokin' grass. You need help, man.
Tyler: -scowls- Do you think I want to stay like this? That I haven't looked for a cure? I did, and guess what? The only cure to being what I am is death. I can't get. Help.
Ciara: winces"Actually, I have the power to do worse than that. But this is no... competition. We can only do our best."
Mike: decides Tyler isn't on drugs. Uh huh... ya tried talkin' it out? That does somethin' at least.
(I have to go now. Let's keep this up though, bye!)
Tyler: Talking about it? TALKING ABOUT IT!? Do you think that will take away THESE!? -points to teeth, as eyes go to slits and he hisses-
Ciara: eyes grow wide, but not with fear or surprise"You must not strive for those things to be forgotten. You must... learn to use it for good."sighs
Tyler: The beginning of my race started when God cursed the earth. I was made for killing and destruction. How do I rewrite that? -sits down with his face in his hands, all anger gone-
Ciara: rests a hand on his shoulder, golden energy pulsing through it"I.... I don't know. But is the only hope for you... and me."
Tyler: I... Suppose...
Ciara: "...it is the only hope I know of..."eyes glow gold