B.F.F.s (Open to Trinity, Set, and Angel)

Hannibals Thirst · Trinitys Curse

B.F.F.s (Open to Trinity, Set, and Angel)

Set Laughs · Ready, Set, Go!

Things had been a little weird for Set recently. Ariadne's admission had hit him in a hugely unexpected way (not that there was ever really any way to predict or expect something like what had been discovered), and it had taken him a few days to recover from it. Not that it was gone from his mind -- far from it, although he wished that there was a way to make it float off with other various unimportant information. There wasn't though, and so Set had dealt with it the way he did other strongly disturbing things. He made himself scarce while he tried to get the emotional part of it out of him (in this case by spending much of his awake-time running around Rome, looking for things to kill), and then he came back with the appearance that it wasn't on his mind at all. Just because he was thinking about it didn't mean that others needed to be aware of that fact, after all.

For example, now. Considering Hannibal, Trinity, and Set had been the three persons involved when Ariadne made her confession, one would think that there would be a very obvious topic for them to discuss. False. While Set was getting around to the stage where he likely would want to talk with one of them (read: ask one of them what the hell was going to happen), this was not that time. And he couldn't be more happy that they didn't seem to want to debate it either. Maybe they weren't even worried. Maybe they knew of a way to fix this and get things back to normal. Hope ran eternal in Set Adair.

At any rate, there was no indication that he had anything remotely heavy on his mind as he went with the two to the occult store, lacking anything better to do with his day. As though he might say no if there was something better to do? Please. Hannibal's joke was bad enough that Set wasn't sure even he could provide a laugh track for it, but that was fine as he was distracted almost immediately once they'd walked inside the store. Shiny things. He went over to a random shelf to check out what was there instead of continuing up to the front as well.

Which possibly wasn't for the best, as less than a minute later there was a crashing sound, and Set left standing there with something formerly made of glass (or was it crystal? Quartz? Cubic zirconia? He had no idea) in pieces at his booted feet. He looked down at it for a few moments before looking back up. "Uhh.. That wasn't me. ..It was a ghost."

-- Edited by Set Laughs on Wednesday 12th of August 2009 12:20:46 PM

The Magdalena · Angel Food Cake

She could feel Han and trinity before she saw them, and some unfamiliar presence that was with them, a nervous chill racing down her spine as she glnced up when Han's bum found itself in its usual spot, the counter top. There wasn't any usual quip towards her, nor was there the usual kiss to her cheek, just a wink, then immediate to bring up the very sore subject she wished he hadn't. Features of unique beauty grimaced at what he said, a glance up at him with the dark browns. His words confused her, about to ask questions, but the crashing sound of crystal captured her attention.

Blinking, she glanced to Trinity, then to Han, moving from around the counter and towards the male that had come in with the two. "Ghost's aren't allowed in here, but nice try." She shoo'd him away from the broken glass, not wearing her bracers at the moment, revealing the scars on her wrists from the stigmatic exepriences she had suffered through. A green tank top was worn, the whip scars ever so loud on her back, along with her wings she had ink'd proudly, tucked neatly into a pair of Rocky jeans, complete with her boots. She grabbed a broom and began to sweep up the broken shards, the scent of vanilla and spices of old, bringing comfort to those that were around her.

Once she was done, she finally looked to the male who was clumsy, raking eyes over him then glanced to her two best friends. She wanted to know who he was and what he was to them, plus she was curious as to what Han had meant. Looking back to the male, she was tempted to read his soul, but if he was with the two, he couldn't be bad. Hand stuck out with a cherubic grin. "I'm Angel, welcome to my abode."

northernLIGHT · Hannibal's Hope

Ever since she had found out about Ariadne and their newest problem, Trinity had been quieter than usual. That was saying a lot, but then, being sworn to keep a secret that could put the entire caravan at greater risk was a lot to take in. She almost regretted swearing that oath to Ariadne. Almost. But the woman was like her sister, and more than that, she was the Crone. Trinity was pissed, yes, but. Not pissed enough to become a willing traitor.

As she walked alongside the other two Tarakians, her steps were in perfect sync with them, but especially Hannibal's. It was just something they had learned over time. Some reflex they had come to pick up on. It was natural. Even more important than just the fact that her movements were synced up with them was the fact that as they walked, they really did look like a well oiled machine. Even Set, who was younger and more .. cheerful .. had that same Tarakian way of moving. For Trinity, it was a lethal grace.

As they reached the door of Brother's Oddity, Trin pulled her sunglasses down a little, one brow arching at Hannibal's obvious joke. She didn't take the bait, but she did, instead, reach for the door and pulled it open, letting Set and Hannibal enter first, before she walked in herself. Normally, it was Hannibal in the back, but she'd felt chivalrous enough to hold the door open for the two boys today. White opals, normally hidden behind her sunglasses, were revealed as she peeled the sunglasses off. She gave a nod over to Angel, her eyes quickly moving to where Set had gone off to.

And, no sooner than she'd sat down next to Hannibal, Set had dropped something. She heard the crash turning towards the sound. One brow arched upward as Set said something about a ghost, the barest hint of a smile flickering across her lips. It was almost impossible to be cross with Set. She caught Angel eying Set curiously, her eyes rolling slightly. "Set, meet Angel. Angel, Set." Trinity called out to the two of them as she leaned back on her stool, watching the events around her. Hannibal's comment had been heard, knowing he was referring to the Ariadne mess.

Hannibals Thirst · Trinitys Curse

"Sorry about him Angel. We don't let him out much."

As Set passed close Hannibal reached a lanky arm to grab the boy and pull him in delivering a mother of all noogies to his close cut hair. Just like the big brother you never wanted. After a moment he let Set go so he and the Nephilim could properly sniff butts or whatever they might do in greeting. Easily bored Hannibal looked the shop over from end to end and began toying with something on the counter near him. Oh wait, that was Trinitys bum. He'd given her a pinch and then tried to look innocent.

"So? Any word from the streets on anything big and bad in need of a light lunch and some coffee?"

Or a staking. Yeah, staking was better. Angel was a good source for what was going around the city. She got feelings that often helped lead the Tarakians to a kill. Right now Hannibal was chomping at the bit to blow a hole in something. If Angel could help so much the better.

-- Edited by Hannibals Thirst on Wednesday 19th of August 2009 03:50:24 PM

Set Laughs · Ready, Set, Go!

A clumsy Tarakian -- now there was probably a first. True enough, though. While he could be as graceful as he next born-hunter in a fight, and worlds beyond any human on an average day, if he wasn't paying attention? Something was bound to be knocked over. People just had to hope that it wasn't something expensive, since...he really had no money to his name. Sadly, killing evil things did not really pay the bills. Luckily though, he also had no bills to pay.

He'd eyed Angel with a vaguely wary playfulness (just in case she was, you know, coming over to try and smack him upside his head), but when she seemed interested in doing nothing of the sort, that expression melted into his trademark grin. He stepped back nimbly from where her hands were shooing, eyes staying on her as she swept up the broken pieces. He liked how she smelled, and while he noticed her scars his eyes didn't linger on them. They were a part of life, right? And while he didn't want to be head-to-toe covered in them, he did like them in general. Scars were a sign of pushing through something and winning, after all.

He was about to take her hand and give a cheerful hi back, but then Hannibal had grabbed him and he was being noogied (horror! injustice! abuse!). Which he of course responded to with laughter and squirming to try and get away, along with punching at whatever part of Hannibal his flailing arms could access. Once released, he straightened up and rubbed a hand over his short hair a few times, like that would really fix all the damage. Then it was back to giving Angel a cheeky grin, taking her hand and shaking it once thoroughly. "Nice to meet you." See? He could behave.

The Magdalena · Angel Food Cake

Ahe watched the interaction between them all, a brow arched gracefully as she glanced to Trinity in question. Especially when she saw the sly hand pinch her rear end. Wasn't Han in such a playful mood! When she heard that graveled rasp that was Set's voice, she peeled her eyes off of her best friends, a vibration singing down her back. Head canted slightly to the side as she gave his hand a squeeze, a golden glow starting to illuminate around her. She was in her shoppe after all, Trinity and Han knew what she was, so she was not going to hide it here and now. Happiness was singing through her veins, and she was going to show it. That yummy smell started to permiate the room as she took her time with Set. "Nice to meet you too."

Leaning in, warm lips caressed his cheek, much like a flutter of Angel's wings, welcoming him into the Scooby gang. Pushing back, she dimmed that beacon of light and hopped up onto the counter top to take a seat, knowing if the others wanted to sit, there were plenty of comfy chairs within reach.

"There's a disturbance in your family. I've known it for a while, want to fill me in?"

northernLIGHT · Hannibal's Hope

For the moment, things lightened up a bit as Hannibal gave Set the noogie to end all noogies. Trinity's mouth quirked up at the corners, shaking her head as she watched the two men. She was still amused, luckily enough for Han, when he pinched her. She wasn't buying the innocent act, though. So she reached up and smacked him upside the back of the head before turning her own head away, whistling. Her own feigning of innocence was clearly just for show, but it was amusing even still. She glanced over at Set, smirking at his nice to meet you to Angel. She wondered how he would react to that illuminating glow of Angel's. She and Han had seen the show plenty of times, but it occurred to her that Set hadn't. That ought to be interesting.

She was going to second Hannibal's question as the nephilim settled down, that glow dimming a bit, but Angel beat her to the question punch. Angel's question, however, had Trin's expression darkening. That Angel could sense certain things, that she could know certain things never ceased to amaze her. But at Angel's question, she threw both Hannibal and Set a look. One that said no, you don't care to share. It was rare for her to pull any kind of rank or authority over any of them, especially Hannibal, but as much as Trinity loved Angel, as much as she trusted her, any details were to be kept strictly between the four people who knew them. It wasn't a matter of not wanting Angel to know the secret. It was a matter of principle. They'd sworn to keep the knowledge that they had learned between themselves. It wasn't up to them to fill Angel in, sadly enough. When she glanced back to their angelic friend, she shook her head slightly. Trinity was Ariadne's second. If nothing else, if no other loyalty had bound her to that secret and oath, that certainly did. "Sorry, Ang." She meant that, too. Whether Hannibal or Set felt the need to break their word was up to them. Chances were, she would put Set back in his place if he tried, but Hannibal? Han was the one person (besides the Kris or Rad) she could never overrule. Another apologetic look was flashed to the half-angel, but Trinity tried to steer the conversation away from the topic of sacred and profane secrets. "But if you've got the 411 on anything lean, mean, and dumb enough to get in our way, that would be helpful info. And fun."