Mal had been back for a few months and he had yet to see his favorite sibling. He knew she had gone to Russia for an indeterminate amount of time, but he hadn’t expected her to still be gone when he got back. Numerous texts and voicemails had been sent and left for her, telling her he planned to come back. Hell, he’d taken to calling her cell phone every few nights since he’d gotten back, spending a few minutes on the phone with her, hating that sometimes the connection would be so crackly and static filled that they could barely hear each other.
Zanny, Aleczandra to most, was Mal’s favorite sibling. She reminded him of himself, she didn’t sugar coat things and voiced her opinions whether they were wanted or not. Zanny was also one of the few people who brought out the kinder side of Mal, aside from his wife and a couple of select others. He adored the tiny necromancer and her occasional craziness. They’d had great fun together in the past and it was high time for them to have an adventure or disaster, again.
So it was, that he found himself asking her to come back and visit for a while, hoping he could get her to stick around for more than a week or two. Mal had stopped by her dwelling and cleaned it until every surface in there gleamed like new. No dust bunny went free, all were found and summarily annihilated either by vacuum or dust rag. He kept her fridge stocked with bags of blood, switching them out for fresher stock every couple of weeks. Okay, so maybe he was being a bit obsessive, but he wanted everything to be welcoming for her when she came back. “If she comes back….” his mind had taunted.
Mal had shoved the negative thought away, locking it from his mind with sheer willpower. He’d called Zanny again and again, first asking, then demanding she return. Asking had appeared to be the option that had the best results. Demanding had gotten him cursed out in Russian, at least that’s what he suspected, and hung up on. Finally, they set up a tentative date for her to return. That was how Mal had damn near paced a hole in the floor at the local airport’s baggage claim while he waited for her flight to arrive. Every few minutes he’d pull out his phone, check the time, then glance up at the monitor to see if her flight had miraculously landed early, then go back to pacing while he talked to himself. People from arriving flights gave the muttering man wide berth and more than some odd looks as he paced, but none approached him. Just another crazy person in a world that seemed to have a bountiful amount of those.
At long last came the announcement of the much awaited flight, which stopped his pacing and had him craning his neck to catch a glimpse of her. Where was she?! Darn her for being so short he probably wouldn’t be able to see her among the other passengers!
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Aleczandra had left for Russia without a word to anyone but her beloved. Was it something someone did? No, of course not. She wasn't the type to up and vanish without a trace when something like that happened, she was more of a "stand your ground" person. She left for her, for some peace of mind. She had warned her lover that she probably wouldn't be back for a while, and then she'd completely vanished. Malachai, her favorite brother, had taken to calling her, texting her, leaving voice-mails. "When are you coming home?" He'd asked. "I don't know." She'd replied.
He'd begun demanding that she come home, even gone so far as to threaten to hunt her down and bring her back. Had she listened? No. It had turned into an almost shouting match, and had ended with her shouting out words that would make her late mother's hair curl. She had hung up on him but nothing really beat the slam of a phone into its cradle. He'd learned quickly that asking her to return had come through with better results, with her promising to come home, but not giving him a definite time or place she would be.
She wondered if her fiance would be waiting for her, or if he'd moved on.. she hadn't felt him in so long and she ached for his warm embrace. She missed her father, her Micah, and she definitely missed Malachai and a few others that she hoped had stuck around. And so it was that after nearly a year of him begging, asking, demanding... Zandra finally agreed to come home. The two of them set up a date for her return, something that, as it drew closer and closer, seemed to weigh heavily on her. But return she did, and as she stepped off the plate it was strange to hear English rather than Russian. She reminded herself that no longer was she on Russian soil. She was home.
Aleczandra headed straight for the baggage claim, which was where she had agreed to meet the man. She stopped near a post and glanced around, he didn't seem to... AHA! "MARSHMALLOW!!" She cried, waving furiously and earning several strange looks from passersby. She had changed just slightly, looking a bit underfed and her long waist length hair had been chopped so that it fell just past her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple black sweater dress with red tights beneath it and a simple deep red scarf wrapped around her throat. It was all in all a well put together outfit, were it not for the ratty old Converse shoes that adorned her feet. But hell, they were comfortable!
She was small, barely standing a whopping five feet one inch, but she could pack one hell of a punch and she was, to quote some, "completely off her rocker". But did that stop her from barreling through a crowd to get to her brother? Hell no.
He'd begun demanding that she come home, even gone so far as to threaten to hunt her down and bring her back. Had she listened? No. It had turned into an almost shouting match, and had ended with her shouting out words that would make her late mother's hair curl. She had hung up on him but nothing really beat the slam of a phone into its cradle. He'd learned quickly that asking her to return had come through with better results, with her promising to come home, but not giving him a definite time or place she would be.
She wondered if her fiance would be waiting for her, or if he'd moved on.. she hadn't felt him in so long and she ached for his warm embrace. She missed her father, her Micah, and she definitely missed Malachai and a few others that she hoped had stuck around. And so it was that after nearly a year of him begging, asking, demanding... Zandra finally agreed to come home. The two of them set up a date for her return, something that, as it drew closer and closer, seemed to weigh heavily on her. But return she did, and as she stepped off the plate it was strange to hear English rather than Russian. She reminded herself that no longer was she on Russian soil. She was home.
Aleczandra headed straight for the baggage claim, which was where she had agreed to meet the man. She stopped near a post and glanced around, he didn't seem to... AHA! "MARSHMALLOW!!" She cried, waving furiously and earning several strange looks from passersby. She had changed just slightly, looking a bit underfed and her long waist length hair had been chopped so that it fell just past her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple black sweater dress with red tights beneath it and a simple deep red scarf wrapped around her throat. It was all in all a well put together outfit, were it not for the ratty old Converse shoes that adorned her feet. But hell, they were comfortable!
She was small, barely standing a whopping five feet one inch, but she could pack one hell of a punch and she was, to quote some, "completely off her rocker". But did that stop her from barreling through a crowd to get to her brother? Hell no.
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Malachai: He couldn’t help but hear her bellow that nickname, in fact he was pretty sure everyone in baggage claim had heard her, they’d have to be deaf not to. Still, it was better than her yelling out the dreaded “Doodles” name she also used for him, wasn’t it? A grin split his face, eyes growing bright and warm as they caught sight of the black and red missile that was his sibling streaking toward him as he yelled, “ZANNY!!!!!!!!!!”
Arms opened wide to catch her in a hug, or at the very least slow her down, but he had a feeling it was going to be much like getting hit by a car if she catapulted herself into his waiting arms. Mal braced for impact, one foot planted slightly further back than the other, knees bent. He resembled a football player with the stance, but he didn’t care, his sibling was home at last!
Zandra: Maybe it had come out louder than she’d intended, but she couldn’t give two shits. She was home, someone was here to greet her, and it was her favorite brother, no less! How lucky was that? She didn’t see her fiance anywhere, but, she could only assume he was waiting at home for her. She could deal with that later. For now….
For now, she launched herself an almost inhuman distance to slam into his waiting arms, though it was much like slamming into a brick wall with as unyielding as he was. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she clung to her favorite sibling with as much force as a magnet to a fridge. “Carry me!” She said excitedly as her face buried itself into his shoulder.
Malachai: She felt surprisingly fragile, yet as he’d thought, her flight into his waiting arms was a lot like how he imagined being hit by a car would feel. Strong arms wrapped around her in a bear hug that would have squeezed the life out of a regular human, and if the bear hug wasn’t enough he spun around in a circle with her for added measure. Nevermind that the spin knocked a couple of people down, airport greeting casualties were to be expected for such a happy event.
“Carry you? How am I to manage that, and your luggage, short stuff? I’m guessing you, like most women probably have an insane amount of bags that need to be claimed, yeah?” Still, he would at least carry her to the luggage carousel and they could figure out the rest of the logistics there. “I’ve missed you so much! Don’t ever run away like that again, and if you ever do, then leave me an address so I can come hara- erm….visit you.”
Zandra: “You’re lucky I don’t need air or I’d have died just now..” She said in his ear, giggling madly and apologizing to the people they’d managed to knock off their feet. Oh well. They’d live. She smiled brightly and shook her head a little. “Oh yeah, you know me, makeup is just in one bag!” She rolled her eyes. “Please, I just have one. I didn’t leave with much and as such didn’t return with much, duh. What do you take me for, a girl?” She told him playfully, and then her face fell a little. “Yeah.. about that. I’m sorry. I just.. needed some time, you know? Ezra understood, it wasn’t his fault but I just.. yeah. Speaking of, where is he? I was kinda hoping he’d be here too, but maybe…”
She eyed him a little. “Now see, if I did that you wouldn’t have missed me as much! You ever get those urges to just.. up and vanish? That’s what I had. I assure you, that I won’t be doing it again, I missed you guys like crazy but you know I missed my Doodles the most.” Zandra grinned at him. “No more bathtub escapades, though, you totally traumatized me. Maybe that’s why I left… not enough bleach in the word to get rid of the vision of you shedding feathers and shifting all kinds of naked Mal in my bathtub. You were so damned cute as a penguin.”
Malachai: “I’m still cute, damnit! As for Ezra, I don’t have the foggiest idea where he is. Did you tell him you were coming home? Or were you just planning to surprise him?” He put on his most hurt pout, which was a poor attempt at best and only made him look grouchy, not beseeching or pathetic like he hoped, “I see how it is! I’m not good enough to come get you at the airport. You just want me for your packmule and a ride home. Poor little Doodles.” He dropped his head, then peeked at her through his lashes to see if she was buying his act.
Zandra: “Oh damn, and here I’d thought I was playing the part so well, damn it…” She shook her head and sighed, glancing at him with a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “And.. I would have.. if I could feel him still but.. I can’t and he hasn’t answered his phone…” She frowned, she was worried. But, she figured it was because he might have dropped his phone in the water again or something. Who knew. “I GUESS you’re KIND of cute…” She mused, her head dipping slightly* At least… you have gorgeous eyes.” She said with a grin; she still had it tied to the hilt of her sword.
Malachai: He laughed, knowing she referring to the eye he’d given her, “Well, one gorgeous eye anyway.” When he heard about the lack of all things Ezra, he scowled, dark brows drawing together. “I hope he hasn’t pulled an -X- on you and gone missing. I’m glad you got rid of that asshole, Zanny. He was never good enough for you, and he was a total prick too. -X- I mean, not Ezra.” Now he began the process of trying to pry his sibling loose so that she could grab her bag when it came around on the belt. “You have to get down at least long enough to get your bag, we’ll negotiate the carrying part once you have your stuff, okay? Besides, I’m old and you’re killing my poor back.”
Good god she was like one of those little monkey’s! The way she hung onto him with an iron grip...he was starting to wonder if she was going to start picking through his hair for fleas or other bugs, not that he had any of those things of course. He’d showered before coming to get her, even going so far as to put on cologne for pete’s sake! Okay, maybe he could have dressed a bit nicer, but at least this t-shirt didn’t have scorch marks or holes, and it was clean. His jeans, those were a different story. The knees had long since shredded away, leaving his tanned kneecaps poking out for all the world to ogle. Okay, maybe not all the world but he was certain that some people had a fetish for kneecaps and could be, at this very moment, drooling over the knobby ones he sported.
Zandra: “Um… I don’t think he did… I dunno. i think he’d have definitely notified me if it wasn’t working out, Mal.. he proposed before he left, you know? At least… I really hope he didn’t. But he wouldn’t do that.” She said, and she didn’t sound unsure, so it was effectively, the end of that conversation. She shifted a little in her grip on him and scrunched her nose a little bit. “But Maaaaaally I don’t WANT to get down…” She whined, giving him the eyes. But, she did eventually drop down and head for the little baggage claim belt, where she kept watch for… THERE.
She reached for her little black duffel bag that wasn’t even packed full, and glanced at his jeans for a moment. “So..about those.. why don’t we go shopping later. I’m sure Echo is.. um… less than pleased with your.. choice of pants.” She said, eyeing them up distastefully. “And you’re not old, don’t gimme that ****, you don’t age…. please carry me?” She asked, the small voice she used just for him coming into play. “I’m twenty now… that’s old for a Russian, we usually drink ourselves to death.” She winked.
Malachai: Just as he thought he might have to get a crowbar to pry her off of him, she dropped to the floor. He’d been going to trail after her to grab her bag, but his jeans slid down slightly and he made the snap decision to pull them back up before something worse than his knees wound up exposed. Once he was sure his jeans weren’t going to slide down to his ankles, he caught up with her.
“I don’t LIKE to shop. Echo doesn’t know about these jeans because if she did, she’d probably throw them out, or rip them off of me and ravish me.” Dark eyes crinkled with laughter at the edges as he sought to horrify his sibling, “Maybe I should keep them and see what happens when I get home. Hell, maybe you should take a picture of me with my phone so I can send it to her, you know, foreplay and all that jazz.” Thinking she was now completely grossed out and probably wouldn’t want him to carry her, he held out a hand for the bag, giving her an innocent smile. “Wanna get the **** outta here and see Micah and Ezra? I’m gonna suggest seeing Micah first, you know, cuz he’s your sire and all.”
Malachai: He couldn’t help but hear her bellow that nickname, in fact he was pretty sure everyone in baggage claim had heard her, they’d have to be deaf not to. Still, it was better than her yelling out the dreaded “Doodles” name she also used for him, wasn’t it? A grin split his face, eyes growing bright and warm as they caught sight of the black and red missile that was his sibling streaking toward him as he yelled, “ZANNY!!!!!!!!!!”
Arms opened wide to catch her in a hug, or at the very least slow her down, but he had a feeling it was going to be much like getting hit by a car if she catapulted herself into his waiting arms. Mal braced for impact, one foot planted slightly further back than the other, knees bent. He resembled a football player with the stance, but he didn’t care, his sibling was home at last!
Zandra: Maybe it had come out louder than she’d intended, but she couldn’t give two shits. She was home, someone was here to greet her, and it was her favorite brother, no less! How lucky was that? She didn’t see her fiance anywhere, but, she could only assume he was waiting at home for her. She could deal with that later. For now….
For now, she launched herself an almost inhuman distance to slam into his waiting arms, though it was much like slamming into a brick wall with as unyielding as he was. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she clung to her favorite sibling with as much force as a magnet to a fridge. “Carry me!” She said excitedly as her face buried itself into his shoulder.
Malachai: She felt surprisingly fragile, yet as he’d thought, her flight into his waiting arms was a lot like how he imagined being hit by a car would feel. Strong arms wrapped around her in a bear hug that would have squeezed the life out of a regular human, and if the bear hug wasn’t enough he spun around in a circle with her for added measure. Nevermind that the spin knocked a couple of people down, airport greeting casualties were to be expected for such a happy event.
“Carry you? How am I to manage that, and your luggage, short stuff? I’m guessing you, like most women probably have an insane amount of bags that need to be claimed, yeah?” Still, he would at least carry her to the luggage carousel and they could figure out the rest of the logistics there. “I’ve missed you so much! Don’t ever run away like that again, and if you ever do, then leave me an address so I can come hara- erm….visit you.”
Zandra: “You’re lucky I don’t need air or I’d have died just now..” She said in his ear, giggling madly and apologizing to the people they’d managed to knock off their feet. Oh well. They’d live. She smiled brightly and shook her head a little. “Oh yeah, you know me, makeup is just in one bag!” She rolled her eyes. “Please, I just have one. I didn’t leave with much and as such didn’t return with much, duh. What do you take me for, a girl?” She told him playfully, and then her face fell a little. “Yeah.. about that. I’m sorry. I just.. needed some time, you know? Ezra understood, it wasn’t his fault but I just.. yeah. Speaking of, where is he? I was kinda hoping he’d be here too, but maybe…”
She eyed him a little. “Now see, if I did that you wouldn’t have missed me as much! You ever get those urges to just.. up and vanish? That’s what I had. I assure you, that I won’t be doing it again, I missed you guys like crazy but you know I missed my Doodles the most.” Zandra grinned at him. “No more bathtub escapades, though, you totally traumatized me. Maybe that’s why I left… not enough bleach in the word to get rid of the vision of you shedding feathers and shifting all kinds of naked Mal in my bathtub. You were so damned cute as a penguin.”
Malachai: “I’m still cute, damnit! As for Ezra, I don’t have the foggiest idea where he is. Did you tell him you were coming home? Or were you just planning to surprise him?” He put on his most hurt pout, which was a poor attempt at best and only made him look grouchy, not beseeching or pathetic like he hoped, “I see how it is! I’m not good enough to come get you at the airport. You just want me for your packmule and a ride home. Poor little Doodles.” He dropped his head, then peeked at her through his lashes to see if she was buying his act.
Zandra: “Oh damn, and here I’d thought I was playing the part so well, damn it…” She shook her head and sighed, glancing at him with a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “And.. I would have.. if I could feel him still but.. I can’t and he hasn’t answered his phone…” She frowned, she was worried. But, she figured it was because he might have dropped his phone in the water again or something. Who knew. “I GUESS you’re KIND of cute…” She mused, her head dipping slightly* At least… you have gorgeous eyes.” She said with a grin; she still had it tied to the hilt of her sword.
Malachai: He laughed, knowing she referring to the eye he’d given her, “Well, one gorgeous eye anyway.” When he heard about the lack of all things Ezra, he scowled, dark brows drawing together. “I hope he hasn’t pulled an -X- on you and gone missing. I’m glad you got rid of that asshole, Zanny. He was never good enough for you, and he was a total prick too. -X- I mean, not Ezra.” Now he began the process of trying to pry his sibling loose so that she could grab her bag when it came around on the belt. “You have to get down at least long enough to get your bag, we’ll negotiate the carrying part once you have your stuff, okay? Besides, I’m old and you’re killing my poor back.”
Good god she was like one of those little monkey’s! The way she hung onto him with an iron grip...he was starting to wonder if she was going to start picking through his hair for fleas or other bugs, not that he had any of those things of course. He’d showered before coming to get her, even going so far as to put on cologne for pete’s sake! Okay, maybe he could have dressed a bit nicer, but at least this t-shirt didn’t have scorch marks or holes, and it was clean. His jeans, those were a different story. The knees had long since shredded away, leaving his tanned kneecaps poking out for all the world to ogle. Okay, maybe not all the world but he was certain that some people had a fetish for kneecaps and could be, at this very moment, drooling over the knobby ones he sported.
Zandra: “Um… I don’t think he did… I dunno. i think he’d have definitely notified me if it wasn’t working out, Mal.. he proposed before he left, you know? At least… I really hope he didn’t. But he wouldn’t do that.” She said, and she didn’t sound unsure, so it was effectively, the end of that conversation. She shifted a little in her grip on him and scrunched her nose a little bit. “But Maaaaaally I don’t WANT to get down…” She whined, giving him the eyes. But, she did eventually drop down and head for the little baggage claim belt, where she kept watch for… THERE.
She reached for her little black duffel bag that wasn’t even packed full, and glanced at his jeans for a moment. “So..about those.. why don’t we go shopping later. I’m sure Echo is.. um… less than pleased with your.. choice of pants.” She said, eyeing them up distastefully. “And you’re not old, don’t gimme that ****, you don’t age…. please carry me?” She asked, the small voice she used just for him coming into play. “I’m twenty now… that’s old for a Russian, we usually drink ourselves to death.” She winked.
Malachai: Just as he thought he might have to get a crowbar to pry her off of him, she dropped to the floor. He’d been going to trail after her to grab her bag, but his jeans slid down slightly and he made the snap decision to pull them back up before something worse than his knees wound up exposed. Once he was sure his jeans weren’t going to slide down to his ankles, he caught up with her.
“I don’t LIKE to shop. Echo doesn’t know about these jeans because if she did, she’d probably throw them out, or rip them off of me and ravish me.” Dark eyes crinkled with laughter at the edges as he sought to horrify his sibling, “Maybe I should keep them and see what happens when I get home. Hell, maybe you should take a picture of me with my phone so I can send it to her, you know, foreplay and all that jazz.” Thinking she was now completely grossed out and probably wouldn’t want him to carry her, he held out a hand for the bag, giving her an innocent smile. “Wanna get the **** outta here and see Micah and Ezra? I’m gonna suggest seeing Micah first, you know, cuz he’s your sire and all.”
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Zandra: She stared at him for a moment, her face going through several different expressions before the cool mask took over once more. “Sure, maybe! You could also invite strippers… male and female… see, that would give me something to do with my time.” She grinned at him, referring of course, to the time before her turning when her brother had gone to a.. gentleman’s club and seen her… perform.
“I’ll take a picture of you, sure, will you even show up on film?” She teased, of course she knew the answer. Zandra shifted where she stood and then she tilted her head at him, shouldered her bag, and sighed, walking around him for a moment and then she jumped on his back. “Carry me?” She said with a grin, locking her arms around him and her legs around his waist. “This should throw your back, back into place… and you know I would LOVE to see my sire and Ezra, let’s go! Onward, noble steed!”
Malachai: Well ****, the ploy had backfired and now he was the one who seriously icked out! “Zandra! Why would you remind me of that time?? I said I was sorry and you know what? I’ve never been back to a strip club since that night because...well, EW! No one wants to revisit the scene of a trauma, even if the trauma happened AFTER the fact.” He shuddered and resigned himself to carrying her. Not that he would have denied her because he’d always carried her when she asked, which was nearly every time they went somewhere together. Sure, it drew the odd look from people, but he didn’t give two flying fucks what anyone else thought.
“I should warn you, that there are a lot more people in Andras now than there were when you turned into a magician and vanished. Most of them seem decent enough.” He didn’t mention that there were one or two he wouldn’t have spit on if they caught fire, because that was his issue, not hers and he didn’t want to taint her first impressions with his opinion. Mal hitched her up a bit on his back and took off at a brisk walk, then decided he was going to gallop and neigh as he got into a less crowded spot. Nevermind that he was making an *** of himself, and by proxy the woman on his back, he was having fun!
Zandra: She just grinned at him. She’d won! “Oh please, it was BEFORE the fact, you didn’t even know me then! I don’t know WHY it bothers you now, you seemed to like it well enough.” She pointed out, much to his distaste she was sure, but she didn’t care. “I think I still have that outfit somewhere in my closet…” She mused aloud, with a slight quirk of her head. Granted, she hadn’t worn them for anyone but Ezra in a long time but well. Mal didn’t know that.
“Yeah. I know. I figured that fangs would be flying. That makes me one of the oldest people in Andras now right? I think so, like oldest of the childre I mean. One of the oldest. Jesus. I’m old.” She dropped her head. “Look at me.. I’m OLD. I’m like the crypt keeper!” She said dramatically, releasing him with one arm only to throw it across her eyes with a toss of her head. “And I’m still hot, hell yeah.” She laughed and several people stared at her strangely. She didn’t give two shits, she was having fun!
Malachai: “I LOVE that movie! Makes me laugh everytime I see it. Wanna come over one of these nights after you get settled in and watch it with me?” By this time, he’d made it to the entrance and was headed into the parking garage, looking for a spot where he could teleport the both of them without getting caught by cameras and such. Finally, he found a spot next to a cement pillar, sheltered from the view of security cameras.
“Okay, ride’s over. Now you get to enjoy a quick teleport to nearest entrance to your home, and don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you. I can only teleport one of us at a time and I didn’t think to drive here. I was too excited to mess with traffic and parking and stuff.”
Zandra: “Malachai….” She shook her head; of COURSE he’d been too excited and risked exposure with one careless move. “I swear.. sometimes you’re more careless than me. And that’s really saying something. And yes, yes I do, because I LOVE that movie… and yeah, well.. teleporting is… ew… but I guess I can deal with it for now.” She slid off and adjusted her bag and then glanced at him. “Are you sure nobody’s gonna see us? I don’t know if I can do it.. you’re not gonna teleport me to the woods, right? By like.. some freak accident.”
She was nervous, truth be told, because she preferred her feet on solid ground rather than blinking and being somewhere else. She recalled the time she’d pissed someone off and they’d teleported her to the middle of the wilderness, forcing her to WALK back because she, unfortunately, hadn’t had her celerity. Now that she did, she LOVED running but.. well.. Mal wanted to teleport… spare her a walk in the sewers. “Okay…” She replied after a moment. “Ready when you are.”
Malachai: He noticed her hesitation, or maybe reluctance and smiled down at her, “We can call a cab instead, or I could text Echo and see if she would send a car for us. That way neither of us have to worry about breaking the masquerade and the wrath of Micah that will come from us doing that. And I’m not the type to teleport someone into the wilderness. I have only ever harmed one person via teleportation, and that was because he was a complete prick and had it coming. That sunburn he got served him right, the ******!”
Mal plucked his phone from his back pocket and began to text rapidly to his wife, inquiring if she could send a car to pick them up because he’d not planned ahead properly and waited for a reply. The reply didn’t come and he remembered Echo mentioning that she would be in meetings most of the night and instructing him that if he needed anything to call Helga. “**** that, I’m not calling Helga if I can avoid it. I’ll call Anna, she’ll come get us...or send a driver for us….if she’s not still mad at me from that last incident.” A quick phone call and some rapidly spoken Spanish, that took on a pleading tone was made and a minute later, a much chastised looking Mal smiled brightly at Zandra, “Okay, so we’ll head back to the pick-up area and our ride will be here in a few minutes. In the meantime, why don’t you tell me all about your adventures in Russia.”
Zandra: Zandra simply stared at him and something like relief crossed her face. “Oh thank god. I thought you were going to zap me.” She said. She nodded, a car sounded GREAT. “You? Harm anybody? Please. I really don’t see that happening.” She replied with a snort as she adjusted her bag again. “Yeah, I’d hate to have a welcome back ruined by a lecture or a shot to the face.” She grabbed his hand. “Let’s go there then instead!”
“My adventures in Russia… let’s see. There was.. a bear. Many a wish that I could drink without throwing up. Hmmm what else… Oh yes, much running. LOTS of running.. did you know hunters are still in Siberia? LIttle fuckers. Stubborn bastards.. that place gets COLD and they keep on your trail let me tell you. Ummm.. not many humans around… so… food was.. scarce.” She said, but she didn’t elaborate for the sake of the other humans around. He would know. “So… I’m a little hungry, if you can imagine. What about YOUR adventures in… wherever you went?”
Malachai: “Then you’ll be happy to hear that I’ve been keeping your fridge stocked with fresh juice. The kind people like us can have. Low in sugar, high in protein. And stays down when you drink it. Always a plus in my expert opinion.” He picked a spot in front of the arrivals terminal and pulled out his smokes, then put them back after giving her a sheepish grin.
“Echo and I traveled the world, spent time in Greece, Fiji, went to Disney World and just generally enjoyed the company of one another. Went all over Europe, and would have tried to find you in Russia but you pulled such a good disappearing act that it was like you ceased to exist. That’s about the gist of it. I did pick you up a pair of Mickey Mouse Ears if you want them.” A car pulled up and a driver got out holding a sign with the name “Chavez” on it. Mal gave her a nudge and headed toward the driver, “That’s me. I’m Senor Chavez and Anna sent you for me and my sister.” Mal grabbed the handle of the door and opened it, gesturing at Zandra to get in, “Let’s blow this popsicle stand, Zanny. Time to get you home.”
Zandra: She stared at him for a moment, her face going through several different expressions before the cool mask took over once more. “Sure, maybe! You could also invite strippers… male and female… see, that would give me something to do with my time.” She grinned at him, referring of course, to the time before her turning when her brother had gone to a.. gentleman’s club and seen her… perform.
“I’ll take a picture of you, sure, will you even show up on film?” She teased, of course she knew the answer. Zandra shifted where she stood and then she tilted her head at him, shouldered her bag, and sighed, walking around him for a moment and then she jumped on his back. “Carry me?” She said with a grin, locking her arms around him and her legs around his waist. “This should throw your back, back into place… and you know I would LOVE to see my sire and Ezra, let’s go! Onward, noble steed!”
Malachai: Well ****, the ploy had backfired and now he was the one who seriously icked out! “Zandra! Why would you remind me of that time?? I said I was sorry and you know what? I’ve never been back to a strip club since that night because...well, EW! No one wants to revisit the scene of a trauma, even if the trauma happened AFTER the fact.” He shuddered and resigned himself to carrying her. Not that he would have denied her because he’d always carried her when she asked, which was nearly every time they went somewhere together. Sure, it drew the odd look from people, but he didn’t give two flying fucks what anyone else thought.
“I should warn you, that there are a lot more people in Andras now than there were when you turned into a magician and vanished. Most of them seem decent enough.” He didn’t mention that there were one or two he wouldn’t have spit on if they caught fire, because that was his issue, not hers and he didn’t want to taint her first impressions with his opinion. Mal hitched her up a bit on his back and took off at a brisk walk, then decided he was going to gallop and neigh as he got into a less crowded spot. Nevermind that he was making an *** of himself, and by proxy the woman on his back, he was having fun!
Zandra: She just grinned at him. She’d won! “Oh please, it was BEFORE the fact, you didn’t even know me then! I don’t know WHY it bothers you now, you seemed to like it well enough.” She pointed out, much to his distaste she was sure, but she didn’t care. “I think I still have that outfit somewhere in my closet…” She mused aloud, with a slight quirk of her head. Granted, she hadn’t worn them for anyone but Ezra in a long time but well. Mal didn’t know that.
“Yeah. I know. I figured that fangs would be flying. That makes me one of the oldest people in Andras now right? I think so, like oldest of the childre I mean. One of the oldest. Jesus. I’m old.” She dropped her head. “Look at me.. I’m OLD. I’m like the crypt keeper!” She said dramatically, releasing him with one arm only to throw it across her eyes with a toss of her head. “And I’m still hot, hell yeah.” She laughed and several people stared at her strangely. She didn’t give two shits, she was having fun!
Malachai: “I LOVE that movie! Makes me laugh everytime I see it. Wanna come over one of these nights after you get settled in and watch it with me?” By this time, he’d made it to the entrance and was headed into the parking garage, looking for a spot where he could teleport the both of them without getting caught by cameras and such. Finally, he found a spot next to a cement pillar, sheltered from the view of security cameras.
“Okay, ride’s over. Now you get to enjoy a quick teleport to nearest entrance to your home, and don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you. I can only teleport one of us at a time and I didn’t think to drive here. I was too excited to mess with traffic and parking and stuff.”
Zandra: “Malachai….” She shook her head; of COURSE he’d been too excited and risked exposure with one careless move. “I swear.. sometimes you’re more careless than me. And that’s really saying something. And yes, yes I do, because I LOVE that movie… and yeah, well.. teleporting is… ew… but I guess I can deal with it for now.” She slid off and adjusted her bag and then glanced at him. “Are you sure nobody’s gonna see us? I don’t know if I can do it.. you’re not gonna teleport me to the woods, right? By like.. some freak accident.”
She was nervous, truth be told, because she preferred her feet on solid ground rather than blinking and being somewhere else. She recalled the time she’d pissed someone off and they’d teleported her to the middle of the wilderness, forcing her to WALK back because she, unfortunately, hadn’t had her celerity. Now that she did, she LOVED running but.. well.. Mal wanted to teleport… spare her a walk in the sewers. “Okay…” She replied after a moment. “Ready when you are.”
Malachai: He noticed her hesitation, or maybe reluctance and smiled down at her, “We can call a cab instead, or I could text Echo and see if she would send a car for us. That way neither of us have to worry about breaking the masquerade and the wrath of Micah that will come from us doing that. And I’m not the type to teleport someone into the wilderness. I have only ever harmed one person via teleportation, and that was because he was a complete prick and had it coming. That sunburn he got served him right, the ******!”
Mal plucked his phone from his back pocket and began to text rapidly to his wife, inquiring if she could send a car to pick them up because he’d not planned ahead properly and waited for a reply. The reply didn’t come and he remembered Echo mentioning that she would be in meetings most of the night and instructing him that if he needed anything to call Helga. “**** that, I’m not calling Helga if I can avoid it. I’ll call Anna, she’ll come get us...or send a driver for us….if she’s not still mad at me from that last incident.” A quick phone call and some rapidly spoken Spanish, that took on a pleading tone was made and a minute later, a much chastised looking Mal smiled brightly at Zandra, “Okay, so we’ll head back to the pick-up area and our ride will be here in a few minutes. In the meantime, why don’t you tell me all about your adventures in Russia.”
Zandra: Zandra simply stared at him and something like relief crossed her face. “Oh thank god. I thought you were going to zap me.” She said. She nodded, a car sounded GREAT. “You? Harm anybody? Please. I really don’t see that happening.” She replied with a snort as she adjusted her bag again. “Yeah, I’d hate to have a welcome back ruined by a lecture or a shot to the face.” She grabbed his hand. “Let’s go there then instead!”
“My adventures in Russia… let’s see. There was.. a bear. Many a wish that I could drink without throwing up. Hmmm what else… Oh yes, much running. LOTS of running.. did you know hunters are still in Siberia? LIttle fuckers. Stubborn bastards.. that place gets COLD and they keep on your trail let me tell you. Ummm.. not many humans around… so… food was.. scarce.” She said, but she didn’t elaborate for the sake of the other humans around. He would know. “So… I’m a little hungry, if you can imagine. What about YOUR adventures in… wherever you went?”
Malachai: “Then you’ll be happy to hear that I’ve been keeping your fridge stocked with fresh juice. The kind people like us can have. Low in sugar, high in protein. And stays down when you drink it. Always a plus in my expert opinion.” He picked a spot in front of the arrivals terminal and pulled out his smokes, then put them back after giving her a sheepish grin.
“Echo and I traveled the world, spent time in Greece, Fiji, went to Disney World and just generally enjoyed the company of one another. Went all over Europe, and would have tried to find you in Russia but you pulled such a good disappearing act that it was like you ceased to exist. That’s about the gist of it. I did pick you up a pair of Mickey Mouse Ears if you want them.” A car pulled up and a driver got out holding a sign with the name “Chavez” on it. Mal gave her a nudge and headed toward the driver, “That’s me. I’m Senor Chavez and Anna sent you for me and my sister.” Mal grabbed the handle of the door and opened it, gesturing at Zandra to get in, “Let’s blow this popsicle stand, Zanny. Time to get you home.”
.: Dumitrescu :.
| Necromancer | Fadewalker | Shadow | Immortal | Killer | Shifter | Allurist |
| Necromancer | Fadewalker | Shadow | Immortal | Killer | Shifter | Allurist |