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It was just one of those days.

You stopped where you were, breathing in the smell of wet mud and rotting trees. The forest looked so peaceful during the day, like nothing bad could happen.

Except bad things could happen anywhere. Who knew when some crazed idiot with a death wish was going to summon a demon or create a portal- you shook your head. Get it together, Grubbs! You wish you could motivate yourself but every time you did, there was a little voice in the back of your head laughing at you. You didn't control this voice and you had no idea where it came from-

You were happier not knowing.

Either way, here you were, in the middle of a forest. You'd told Bill-E that you were tired and couldn't hang out, you really just needed time to think. There was a large gash in a nearby tree, an animal? The optimistic part of your brain (a very small part at that) agreed with you, the rest did not.

You'd had a nightmare again last night and woken up in a cold sweat, you'd been in the forest and so had Lord Loss. You don't remember much else except the claws. You'd looked down and they'd been there and you'd had no idea what to do next.

You had hoped coming t the forest in the day time would dispel any horrid thoughts but the trip had done nothing but make you feel worse, but just as you were about to head back to the house you heard a twig snap and movement-

An animal! The reason for all the gash marks! The actual source of the howling-

You dashed through the undergrowth like a bull in a china shop, ready to laugh at your stupidity and found-

"AH HA-

Some random girl walking through the wood.

"Oh-"

Well, it was time for Grubbs Grady to make some sort of smooth cover up.

"Sorry about that, I guess. I was yelling because I thought you were a wild beast...Um, what are you doing here?"

Grubbs Grady- smooth talker extraordinaire!

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Grubbs was certainly not very happy right now, only moments ago he had been shoved out of a portal by a sour faced Beranabus and a smug faced Kernel. So Grubbs wasn't keen on portals, so he didn't think that fighting demons was the highlight of the week, so Grubbs didn't want to be a Disciple- no matter all of these things, Grubbs was still in the middle of bloody nowhere dealing with matters that were for the Disciples.

Beranabus called it 'training', Kernel knew it wasn't but was perfectly happy at this point to no longer be burdened with Grubbs Grady, the magician who doesn't want to be a magician and doesn't want anything to do with demons.

Whatever the case, Grubbs couldn't make portals out of magical, floating lights so he was stuck in this little village surrounded by forests and mountains and utterly along. He did not even know if the people here could speak the same language as him which was just going to make things even more fun. Grubbs kicked the ground angrily and cursed, hellfire!

So what was he here for in the first place? Grubbs liked to call it a disturbance in the force but his Star Wars reference had been lost on Beranabus and Kernel and no one else had been there to get it. There was something going on in this area of the world. People were disappearing, their bodies were then showing up a few weeks later completely drained of blood. Of course, the Disciples were sure that this was the sign of a mage trying to open a demon crossing hence Grubb's presence in this blood god forsaken part of the world.

He wasn't even part of the Disciples and yet he was under orders from Beranabus and Grubbs hated it. At least here he did not have to be stuck with the old magician and his stressed assistant.

The Grady was not sure what to do at this point, he scouted out the small town that he had ended up in and did not think that anyone exactly looked like an evil mage trying to open a demon crossing but what did he know? Grubbs paused for a moment, the town was thinning out and the forest was starting. Grubbs was not a fan of forests, the one behind where he lived with Dervish was bloody bad enough.

"Hellfire! What am I doing here anyway?"

Grubbs was just being pissed and fr good reason too. He sighed and looked at the forest again, knowing his luck there was going to be another cave involved in this horrid set of circumstances and it was going to end horribly.

Grubbs Grady- the human being with the worst bloody luck on the face of the planet.

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Darren sat in the great hall, chatting with Mr. Crepsley and Mika about current affairs with the Vampaneze and movements. After a second mug of ale and sipping his bowl of broth, his gut was feeling uneasy, not in the sense that he was about to vomit, but that ominous pit that something big and life changing was about to happen. He got up from the table, giving an apology as he left to get some fresh air, the feeling getting a little worse. He wondered down into the forest, letting the snow crunch under his feet as he heard familiar howls and howled back, soon greeted with the sight of his “pet” wolves.  The feeling still never left him, making him worried.

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Well Grubbs was alright with not being under attack anymore but he was still not sure if he should let his guard down or not. Already he had let his guard down with his magic had already gotten the better of him and Grubbs was not about to let his guard down again either to this stranger or to the magic. The problem was that Grubbs did not think this person a thread -he was not sure how good his compass was when it came to guessing other people's morals but he did not think this person was trying to kill anyone...or summon demons to kill everyone...but as mentioned before, like Grubbs was the best guess of people.

He listened to what this other person was saying or well, he thought he listened. He wasn't sure how this magic worked, did he hear the words and they got translated in his brain as the right language or was the other person actually speaking another language? This was COMPLICATED. Either way, Grubbs didn't know what a spell weaver was but he figured it was an equivalent to a mage, Grubbs did not want to actually be associated with those guys but for the sake of ease he just nodded. He was not going to go into details. Didn't spell weaver sound like something out of a videogame? Grubbs figured that Bill-E would appreciate a name like that, definitely video game worthy.

"As far as I know, no one from um Abu...Aynay? Sorry I'm going to butcher that word so I'll just not say it, alright?"

Grubbs Grady -worst linguist in the entire world.

"No one from where you are from has come here that I know of. How did you get here actually?"

That was the better question actually. Grubbs wondered if he should explain where this guy was first. He had never heard of that country before, so what was going on? It had to exsist, unless soemthing crazy was going on. He wasn't a demon...probably, so this was not code for some demon world...so what was going on? Grubbs didn't know but he felt bad for this guy, he was from some made up land in god knows where and had no idea where he was. Grubbs hoped that he coudl help him, he wasn't the most useful person ever but he could at least help the guy work out where he was and why he was there.

"Oh, I'm Grubbs."

Grubbs added giving a thumbs up.

Coolio!: thinexecutioner: Coolio!: thinexecutioner: Jebel was making mistakes...

Jebel could not help but tilt his head to the side, inspecting the others confused face. So, he had just as much clue as to what was going on as Jebel did? This was obviously the others work, so why didn't he understand it? It must have something to do with the other at least, or perhaps this area. Jebel was fairly certain his new power did not extend into understanding other languages. Or maybe it did, he didn't know. Sabbah Eid had barely any time to fully explain it to him; all he really knew was that he could throw stuff farther and take hits harder then he ever could, then any human could.

However, going up against magic, if that was really what was at work here, was another thing. Magic was an unknown element back in Makhras. It lived through witches and gods, and a normal human could never wield it. Yet, if there were other gods who gave humans magical abilities, or maybe this new world was a place of magic, it could be possible? The thin executioner wasn't sure if this bode well or not for him, but he knew it wouldn't for his people if they decided to invade. He was best to find out as much as he could of this world while also fulfilling his own personal quest before returning to his homeland.

The young Wadi eyed the other for a moment. He was much tempted to speak as casually as the other was, but right now he was the representative of his country. A quester on a mission of discovery. Plus he liked to feel like he had some control over the situation even though he had no idea what to do.

"So, you are a spell-weaver of this town called Carcery Vale." He paused, considering what to ask next, then "Has there been others like me before now, who spoke my language and claimed to be from a place called Abu Aineh." He carefully set the last two words out, seeing as the other couldn't say it right. Might as well teach him how to say it right.

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If this other person thought that Grubbs had ANY idea as to how they could now understand each other, one look at Grubb's face would change that. Okay, so he knew what had happened, but he he was in a state of shock that the magic had actually decided to LISTEN to him, had he controlled that or had the voice inside just decided that this was productive to it's own goals. either way, Grubbs was shocked and his face most certainly showed it.

Either way, this was a cause for celebration. Grubbs had managed to get the HELL out of a fight before it turned bloody AND he had managed to get this person to understand him and understand this person in the process- this was going WELL.

Except when the other person asked about magic. How was Grubbs going to put this? Alright so there's this thing called MAGIC and there's these people called mages that can use it but I'm actually REALLY special, I'm kind of a magician- the only one alive right now- actually that's debatable. How did I get into this mess? Well HELL I'm also a WEREWOLF -well that's not REALLY true either but it's close enough-

Nope, we aren't going there.

"Okay so I have no idea where Abu Ay- whatever is but this is Carcery Vale. Cool thing is, I'm actually NOT speaking your language. Um, it's kind of complicated. If I just said it was a spell or soemthing would you believe me?"

Is that coolio? Because Grubbs had no idea how else to phrase this. He was waiting for this person to either relax because he was actually a mage or freak out and either attack Grubbs or run away because Grubbs had just mentioned something about magic. He'd actually said a spell, for some reason - some bloody stupid reason- it sounded more believable...which was ridiculous but whatever.

Coolio!: thinexecutioner: Jebel was making mistakes left and right. First he...

This was not going to go anywhere. At least the fighting had stopped. It looked like that other wasn't interested in fighting like Jebel was. Now, how were they going to get anything else understandable? It was frustrating to think that Jebel had gone this far only to be stopped short by a simple thing as language. Well, maybe he could at least make a point to Wadi Alg on how useless it would be enslaving people who couldn't even understand their orders... The other boy made a noise and a kicking gesture would made the Um Wadi raise an eyebrow. Different language or not, he could see that the action of frustration was the same here too. The dark skinned male actually rolled his eyes as the other seemed to explain it was a harmless action. He may not understand the other, but he wasn't stupid. The thin executioner crossed his arms in thought. It seemed they at least shared the same understanding of gestures, but how far could that get them? Maybe this boy's language wasn't the only language of this world. If Jebel's hunch was correct, and souls from other worlds had passed onto this one, then maybe... The young man sighed, "Well, I guess-" Tensing,  he looked up at the other, eyes wide, before taking a step back. Not in a movement to retreat, but to get in a defensive stance. "Now you're suddenly able to talk like a Abu Aineh native? Answer me, can you understand me? Who are you?" Now he was suspicious. He wasn't interested in games or tricks at the moment. Of course, now it seemed like his quest wasn't a total lost, but he wasn't going to take this luck for granted. Something strange was going on.

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Grubbs was still yelling about not being this other person's enemy -though he actually had no idea right- he was just trying to avoid a fight. Anyway, he was holding his hands up defensively. Partially because he was trying to show the other person that he was not trying to fight and partially because if this guy did attack him again, Grubbs wanted to be able to protect himself.

Anyway, Grubbs' attack had worked and the other guy propped himself up on one knee and looked at Grubbs. It was at this point that Grubbs finally realized that he was able to see VERY well even though it was pitch black, Grubbs silently cursed himself -it was the magic. And though Grubbs had not deliberately used it's help -it was STILL helping. Grubbs imagined that he could hear some sort of laughter echoing inside his mind and he wanted to swear at it but swearing out loud was pointless. Especially since he was trying to stop someone attacking him -he might take swearing the wrong way.

Speaking of the other guy, he stood up and asked a question. Grubbs could tell that it was a question but he could not tell anything else? Why? Because this guy wasn't speaking BLOODY ENGLISH. Grubbs was not one for language -not that they did much of that in school aside from French and Grubbs REALLY didn't like French. But this did not sound like any language Grubbs had ever heard spoken -EVER.

SO WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?

Grubbs still had his hands up in the air, showing that he was not going to attack him. Either way, it seemed that the other person also had no idea how this situation was going to progress because they made some sort of sound -probably a word- then stopped talking. Grubbs could not understand what the other person was saying but it certainly sounded apprehensive. So for the time being, Grubbs was going to give this guy the benefit of the doubt -he was a good mage looking for other Disciples and he was from a non English speaking country.

WHY DIDN'T HE USE BLOODY MAGIC TO FIX THAT?

Wait.

WAIT.

"Hellfire!" Grubbs mumbled to himself, kicking the ground. Then he realized that maybe the other person might take that as offensive or god knows what. Grubbs raised his hands again and shook his head.

"Sorry, I'm not going to fight you. Um..."

Yeah...this was ridiculous.

Grubbs looked around, trying to work out what on earth he was going to do. For once in his life -HAH not for once- Grubbs figured magic would be great in this situation but no, Grubbs could NOT use magic. He did NOT want to give that part of him the satisfaction. He did not want to appear like he NEEDED the magic.

But the truth was he did and Grubbs was NOT okay with this. What was he meant to do anyway? The ginger sighed and looked up at the sky, helloooooo? Anybody home? How was he meant to talk to this magic? This was RIDICULOUS? I really hate to admit this but I kind of need some help right now- this is moronic. I'm having an inner conversation with myself really...

Grubbs sighed.

"I'm sorry, this is ridiculous. And you can't even understand this apology anyway..."

Grubbs spoke to the other guy, apologizing for not being able to understand him. But little did Grubbs know that if the other guy spoke right now, Grubbs would be able to understand him PERFECTLY and the sentence that Grubbs had just said would be completely understandable to this other person. 95% of the time, magic did not respond to Grubbs and Grubbs did not try to make it respond to him. But there was the 5% where things worked out and this was one of those times.

Jebel was making mistakes left and right. First he thought he could try walking near a town without any idea of what kind it was, at night. Double that idea to do it out in the open instead of hiding nearby in the forest. Second, he winds up being chased by what he presumed to be a native of this land, and last but not least, he was not doing a very good job at hiding his gifted ability. What was wrong with him? If it hadn't been for Tel Hesani, his first quest would have... Now he felt even worse. Added to that, he knew the flip was probably a mistake on his part, especially as he got a better look of the other following him. He was much bigger, and Jebel knew for a fact that the OLD Jebel Rum would not stand a chance with wrestling this guy. Maybe he could pass it off as the momentum of their running giving him an advantage. Looking down at the other, brown eyes widened as he finally realized what kind of person he was dealing with. He was a young man, like Jebel, barely a year younger perhaps. He was far bigger built then Jebel, but putting the face and the tone of the voice (now that he had a moment to concentrate on it) he was as young as that. What was HE doing chasing after Jebel with no back up? Sure Jebel was the executioner of his homeland, but there was a reason for it. The Um Wadi grabbed at the others shoulders, pride blocking out common sense at the moment. Were these people cocky enough to think their huge hunks of rolling metal was enough to keep intruders at bay that all they needed were young, well built, boys to mop up stragglers? The Um Wadi people alone could teach them a thing or two without the help from the rest of Abu Aineh. Wait, what was he thinking? He wasn't here to start a war. He was here to find out information, and hopefully prevent one. The slightest jerk in his abdomen was felt as the young executioner finally realized that he had had the other pinned, and was welcomed with a knee to the stomach. It didn't hurt at all really, but, maybe this would give him the chance to cover up for his previous mistake. Jebel made what he hoped sounded like a hurt grunt and lamely rolled off the other. He had a little experience in conning people, so maybe it would work this time too? Propping up onto one knee, keeping two hands over his unbruised stomach, the dark skinned boy looked to the other with scrutiny. Once again the other barked something that Jebel couldn't understand, but the lack of an attack seemed to suggest he may not be an enemy. "Who are you? Why did you chase me?" He cautiously stood up to his feet, letting one hand fall to his side. Of course the only thing really recognizable in his words for Grubbs would be his questioning tone; other then that, indistinguishable. The language Jebel spoke wasn't French, German, English, etc. It was foreign beyond compare. No ancient Rosetta Stone could possibly breach the gap....but a metaphorical (magical) Rosetta Stone...maybe. Even Jebel could clue in on the problem immediately. He didn't even consider this problem until faced with it now. There was always a centralized language to work off before back in Makhras, with few words and accents to get in the way. Here, it was an entirely different language at the sound of it. He'd have to work out some other way to communicate. "Uuh...." Great, first a random noise that just shows how confused he was. Straightening himself to show he had some control over the situation, Jebel pointed at the red head boy. Then he pointed at his face, making an exaggerated smile  followed with an equally exaggerated frown. Friend or foe? Might as well start with the basics. Even if he did feel really stupid doing it.

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Grubbs was NOT expecting the guy to grab his arm, but what he was NOT expecting more than that was being FLIPPED over the other guy's back. Alright, it was dark -not that it mattered too much for Grubbs right now- but this guy did not look like he was very strong -in fact the guy was pretty skinny and Grubbs, well, Grubbs was built like the bloody Incredible Hulk.

This guy HAD to be a magician, there was no other reason for why he had been able to flip Grubbs over. But is this magician thought that Grubbs was just going to give up after being flipped over then he was sorely mistaken. So Grubbs was not one for fighting very much but after all the times he and Loch had wrestled, Grubbs knew a thing or two about what he was doing -he hoped.

Grubb's back met the ground and he let out a loud 'oof', this guy really did know how to throw someone -which was worrying. Maybe a fight was not going to end up well. Either way, there was a little voice in the back of Grubb's head telling him that there was a way he could win -it was called magic. Well hellfire to that! Grubbs was going to fight on his own as much as he could. After all, this guy might be a friendly, he might just be after a good fight -they could sort this out.

"Wait!"

Grubbs tried to get the other guy to listen -not that he was really expecting him to. So when the other guy tried to pin Grubb's upper arms, Grubba tried to push the guy off of him. This guy was strong and if he was using magic then Grubbs was not going to have any luck with that. So instead he relaxed his upper arms to give the other person a false sense of security then brought his knee up underneath him and tried to knee the guy in the stomach.

Grubbs hoped that worked, if it did, he would then roll out of the way and put some distance between him and this other guy.

"I'm not your bloody enemy!"

All was right. It was going to be. Sure he had bumped into….whatever in Sabbah Eid’s name that was, but it was much to large to follow him into the forest. And there was no one around to actually see him be attacked by it. Maybe it was some big protector, made to hit anyone trying to sneak into their town at night. Maybe he SHOULD have waited until the next day. That should probably be what he should try for; he could find somewhere to rest up for the night and then head into town the following morning. Perhaps that was the best plan to go with. “HEY! STOP RUNNING!” OR he should just keep running WHERE DID HE COME FROM!? Jebel quickened his pace as he heard the indistinguishable yell behind him. It was a loud yell, and whoever was coming after him was making no attempt to hide the fact that he was. So, it was possible that whoever was pursuing him was from the town and had no reason to hiding the fact he was chasing after Jebel. The Um Wadi was absolutely confused though. He hadn’t seen anyone else around when he was struck by that thing. Was it possible that the other had…come out of it? If he had, why did he make it strike out at him? Hearing a yell behind him nearly tripped the dark haired male over his own feet. The other was close. Too close! Jebel was sure he was running at a speed that regular humans would find difficult to match. And yet that voice was close, affirming that the other was almost right on him. And then he felt the other reach out and grab his shoulder. Well, Jebel Rum was not going to be known as the first Um Wadi to go down without a fight. The thin young man reached up to take a hold of the others arm, coming to a sliding halt. With only the exerted effort to keep himself NOT driving the other into the Earth, he flipped the other over his back. However, Jebel took both their running speed for granted, and ended up going into a head over heels tumbled, struggling to keep in control. He tried to pin his pursuer under him, grabbing at the others upper arms and shoulders. So much for a good first impression, but if Jebel was going to be hunted down, he at least wanted answers first.

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It was night time and Grubbs was really sure that he was going to get in a CRAP ton of trouble when he got back home. The story began earlier this week, one of Grubb's friends had an uncle who was in town -it was a big deal, the guy was American and he promised to teach his nephew to drive (which technically wasn't allowed here but that was not the point). Either way, tihngs had gotten crazy later in the week and the whole incident had ended in a bunch of really excited teenagers driving around Carcery Vale, making mischief and generally upsetting the older residents -like Ma and Pa Spleen for instance- but it was BLOODY GOOD FUN. At first, Grubbs had been the voice of reason, after all driving was not safe and he did not want anything to happen that might -you know- make something magic happen for instance. But there was no full moon and for once, Grubbs just wanted to be another normal teenager.

It turns out that normal teenagers don't actually drive around in cars they don't really know how to drive at night and cause mischief. Films just make you THINK that's what they do. But right now, it was hilarious. The group had managed to get onto one of the bigger roads outside of the vale, there was no traffic, not around there at that time of night, but it was fun anyway.

Or it had been fun until they had hit something -or rather- someone. The car had skidded to a halt when one of the girls had screamed, one of the guys yelled a large 'OH SH-' and someone else clapped, but all of the sounds were followed by a large thunk. The car stopped and everyone looked around, chatting excitedly. No one else saw anything -well- no one other than Grubbs. He wished he could not see so well but a movement caught his attention -someone running into the undergrowth and into the forested area and towards Carcery Vale.

Grubbs probably should not have cared but someone just got HIT BY A CAR and had just run off. He should have ignored it, he really should have but he didn't and Grubbs jumped out of the car and ran off. There were calls behind him and Grubbs realized that he had to explain himself.

"Don't worry guys! Grubbs Grady -master detective- to the rescue!"

Who could it be? Another mage looking for Dervish? Someone helping demons? If it was the latter then Grubbs needed to track them down or find Dervish, if it was the first one then Grubbs needed to do the same thing anyway -but for a different reason.

 "HEY! STOP RUNNING!"

Grubbs was not one for stealth and especially in this environment, he was running into branches the entire time, Grubbs Grady -built like a hulk. Made for stealth? Not so much. Grubbs started running faster -normally he would try to stop right now- no human could run as fast as he was running, but he did not notice. He was concentrating on not losing sight of the person in front of him.

"WAIT!"

What, did this person not speak English or something? This was ridiculous. Grubbs was gaining on the person fast and he started noticing the mag- NO THERE WAS NO MAGIC.

"BLOODY HELL!"

Grubbs yelled at the person running away and stretched out his hand, grabbing the other person's shoulder to stop him running.

And THEN noticing that the other person was carrying-

An axe.

HELLFIRE! Grubbs didn't want to start a fight. Maybe it was decoration? Maybe this person cut down trees...with ridiculous looking axes for fun...? Grubbs sighed, he should have stayed in the car really.

Jebel has arrived

Traveling still held many wonders for Jebel. Not that the landscape or anything on it had been interesting. Trekking across mountains was almost old news for him. And the only thing he had managed to come across was trees, trees, and-you guessed it- more trees. No, what really held Jebel in wonder was the ability of which he could travel. He had never left his home of Wadi since competing in the mukhayret, so the only real indication of how much he could push himself while traveling was the return home from Tubaygat. He had needed little rest, and little food or water. He tried to pace himself well though, not wishing to discover his limits out in this strange new place. He also took his time and made sure to leave some kind of trail, in case he ever had to turn back and risked getting lost. The only way Jebel could see to leave a trail was leave some indents in the many trees with his executioner’s axe. That was part of the deal he had made with Wadi Alg. He would only be gone for a year, to discover what laid behind the mountains, and with that no actual executioner work would be held out. They would just have to detain their criminals until later. To make sure the deal stayed true, Jebel brought the seldom now used axe with him. The first time he tried to leave a mark in one of the odd, spiny, trees on the mountain range,however, left him with a stump and a severed log; a clean cut all the way through. He also needed to learn how to control his acquired strength. It had been awhile since he used it. After what Jebel guessed to be a week of traveling, he finally came into sight of some kind of civilization. He had long left the mountains but had been stuck in a forest for awhile. At first, he felt relief at the idea of actually coming across actual people, but the first good look at the place made him a little more anxious. It was…weird. Jebel had no idea what to expect, but it wasn’t….this. He had been to many a city on his first quest, but this place was…strange. There were objects he couldn’t guess as to what purpose they served. Lines of thin rope on tall poles…they reminded him slightly of those that women used to hang washed clothes, but, these were much to high. Maybe they WEREN’T to high though, maybe that was the height of these people!? No, observing what he guessed to be a house and its doors, he could see that, if there were people, they would be the same size as any. Not to mention night had fallen a few hours back. Jebel had a relatively easy time navigating through the dark with his newly heightened senses, having eyes like a nocturnal creature. So traveling at night was easy for him. Here, in this place, it seemed that darkness held no bonds to these people. Lights as bright as a ray of sunshine descended from high poles, from a source he could not even comprehend. They were like torches, but their lights shone bright then any flame of such size, and they didn’t flicker either. It was at this point where he started to doubt if this quest was a good idea or not. He had come this far, though, and the idea of what he may discover here kept his courage intact. Adjusting the axe between his back and traveling bag, not wishing to reveal it to soon and stir any hostility, Jebel stepped out onto a rather dark and smooth path he had noticed jutting out of the town a few miles back. He had long traded the custom tunic for trousers, and his slightly worn shoes could just feel the odd texture of the…road? It’s not that he wanted to seem too suspicious or dangerous, but giving this place a look over before trying to get in contact with anyone may work in his favor. Hopefully. A blaring sound came from behind the young man, and he turned, only to be stunned by a pair of bright lights heading towards him. The dark skinned male took a step back, hand going up to the handle of his axe at a rapid pace that could be unmatched by any regular human. However, a second of hesitation proved to be his undoing, as the lights were upon him. BAM! What should have been a bone shattering hit to the pelvis bounced the Um Wadi off of his feet and rolled his body over what he could only describe as a big, cold piece of metal. Whatever it was, it slowed to a halt after leaving him lying on the ground a good 10 feet away. Dazed, but relatively unharmed, Jebel sat up, eyes wide in trying to figure out what just happened. The noisy, and large, piece of metal didn’t halt for long, speeding away on black wheels, causing a screechy noise like a large cat as it turned the corner and disappeared from sight. Jebel Rum didn’t know it, but, he was just a part of a hit-and-run case caused by a couple of a crazy teenagers. Getting up, the Um Wadi turned to make a break for it back into the woods, then paused. Whatever that was, it wasn’t coming after him. Besides, he deserved to at least find out what IT was, or at least find out a little more about this place before he called it a day. Keeping to the shadows now instead of the fake sunshine, Jebel made his way around the perimeter of the town; keeping the forest, his only means of escape, in sight.

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Grubbs was still looking around the mansion, he was half expecting a demon -or Lord Loss- to just round the corner....red strips of flesh trailing on the ground, hissing snakes, crackling skin oozing with blood-

"Sorry, what? Oh right, no I don't think so. Dervish isn't THAT good of a mage."

Grubbs said jokingly, though he was still distracted, what he really meant was that Dervish was not that much of an idiot even asleep but the Gradys had never been a family for sentimentality...joking around? Yes. Being serious? Not the Grady style. In fact, Grubbs was looking around not just for demons but for a practical joke concocted by his uncle to terrify the two teenagers.

Grubbs had to laugh at Una's comment though, for two reasons. The first reason being that Una had taken on the Gradys sense of humour which was to make fun of each other. He also had to laugh because Una was Russian but she had been living with the Gradys for so long that she had picked up their way of speaking.

So Grubbs was about to storm up the stairs, yelling about Dervish getting off of his lazy arse and helping them fight some demons (though Grubbs wanted to do nothing more than run and hide at this point) when Una stopped him. For some reason, the flyer proclaiming a freak show coming to the town was the funniest thing ever and Grubbs could not help but laugh.

It was one of those 'I'm laughing at normal things while the world is in danger because why the hell not' laughs. Grubbs took the flyer from Una and looked at it. She was right, Bill-E would probably get a kick out of this and before...well, everything, Grubbs might have gotten a kick out of it too. Now he was not so sure, there were so many weird things happening Grubbs felt like he probably belonged on the freak show too.

"No, no, this is a great idea. We could invite some of the demons along too and settle our differences over a friendly night out. I like this plan."

Grubbs responded with a grin. If this demon thing ended up not being a big deal or the world was still around when the freak show showed up then Grubbs thought it was a great idea to go. Maybe the actors could help them fight demons if the threat wasn't over already (or if the demons hadn't won already).

"Alright, let's go get the lazy git u-"

Grubbs paused mid sentence.

"Did you hear that?"

Grubbs hoped to high hell that he was not making this up, that was the last thing he needed. Grubbs Grady- werewolf, potential magician and loon who hears things! What more could you ask for in one person?

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“You don’t think he was sleepwalking again and summoned something, do you?” The brunette asked fearfully, unzipping her hoodie and pulling the sleeves up over her elbows. If ever the mansion felt hot, it was because whoever felt it had been exercising; or in their case, running. Otherwise, the stony walls and floors of the mansion were, well, stone-cold at all times. 

“If he’s sleeping, it’s a sure sign the git’s getting old!” She groaned, rolling her eyes; only to focus them back on the tall boy at his question.

“Oh!” She blinked, digging through her pocket for the folded paper and opening it before handing it to him. “I stepped on that on my way back here. It’s a flyer for a freak show,” she shrugged. “I thought you and Bill-E would get a kick out of it so I brought it with me.”

If it weren’t for the demons spawning out of nowhere, she would’ve suggested that the three of them go see the show. The date on the sheet was coming up, anyway.

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@Jebel

OOC -I'd send this in an ask but you don't have asks allowed so that's kind of impossible ah hah hah, anyway, if you want you can jump in on our thread, would that work?

Also, getting to replies later today!

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Sometimes Grubbs forgot that in comparison to a lot of other people his age, he was -in fact- built like the bloody incredible hulk and he had a lot of body mass. So while running into someone for Grubbs made him lose balance slightly and sometimes fall over (this time being one of those times because he had been running...A LOT), for other people it meant getting decked and hitting the floor.

Which is basically what happened to Una and as sorry as Grubbs was for accidentally decking her, there were more important issues to deal with.

"Un-"

Grubbs began but was interrupted by a quick hello from Una before saying that she had seem something weird. Well then this probably was bigger than Grubbs thought.

"Wel-"

Grubbs began a second time but Una was not finished talking. So instead of trying to interrupt Una again, Grubbs just let himself be pulled up by the other girl and dragged into the house while she explained that she too had had an encounter with a demon. Interruptions aside, this was actually pretty important and Grubbs was paying attention even though he was not looking at Una. Oh no, he most certainly was not looking at her, he was looking around everywhere making sure there were no demons coming out of nowhere and trying to kill them,

Yes, Grubbs had seen a demon that just died and so had Una -obviously those weren't strong enough. But that did not mean others would just die, especially since the sun was setting and -and...Lord Loss. That was Grubb's biggest concern right now because if he got to the human world, the first place he would come would be Carcery Vale, specifically to get rid of the Gradys once and for all.

"I don't know where Dervish is, I was going to look for him too."

Grubbs looked around the house, it was very big and very dark and very NOT SHOWING ANY SIGN OF DERVISH.

"OI, DERVISH!?"

Grubbs yelled loudly, the only response being the echo of his voice.

"The bloody idiot, he better not be sleeping through this."

Grubbs muttered mostly to himself in annoyance at Dervish's lack of presence, he better not be with Juni either. They needed him right now.

"Wait, what flyer?"

In moments of extreme panic, even the smallest things seemed important...

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The larger body won the unintentional clash and sent Una falling on her rear.

“ой,” she hissed, looking up to her friend. “Oh, hi. Did you just get scared half to death too?” She asked, quickly getting back up and pulling the tall boy with her by his sleeve. “You’re not gonna believe what I just saw!” She said, finding the front door and pulling the ginger inside before closing and locking the door. “So I was walking home, and I found this flyer on the ground and then this demon wanders out from the woods and dies right in front of me! Where’s Dervish? He probably knows what’s going on!”

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Freaking out was not the choice phrase that Grubbs would use right now.

It really wasn't.

Freaking out did not even come close to the emotional tornado that Grubbs was right now. Part of him was freaking out because he was almost night time and though the full moon was still a few nights away, the pull of the moon was still there and it was scary. On top of that there was magic in the air and Grubbs was pretending to ignore the small voice in him that was telling him to use it, no no no no no, that was not going to happen!

And then on top of all of this rubbish, there were demons in his back garden!

Grubbs got the most amusing mental image of some old geezer sitting in a rocking chair, pointing at his lawn and yelling "get off my lawn" in one of those really thick American accents to a bunch of demons.

It was a hilarious mental image but Grubbs was not in the mood for laughing. Not that he couldn't, Grubbs was running past, but he wasn't out of breath, ma- ignore it, ignore it, ignore it, ignore it.

While Grubbs was chanting this mantra to himself, he rounded the corner to get into the house and collided with someone else who also happened to be doing the exact same thing.

"Una!"

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Una had always been fascinated by freak shows.

She knew well that modern shows had typical freaks such as The Bearded Lady, The Strong Man, The Eleplant Man, someone with a multitude of tattoos or piercings, snake charmers, etc. But she enjoyed reading and learning about the so called “circus freaks” over the internet. She’d seen a few horror films dedicated to freak shows as well, all of which about some weird genetic experiments or crazed doctors sewing animals and humans together. But a couple of works of fiction and theories captured her attention most: genetic mutations after a nuclear fallout. Surely the nukes in Japan during World War Two and the Chernobyl meltdown had some side effects on the population!

Alas, the freak show business was long gone due to time, laws, and human reproduction- or not reproducing in the freaks’ cases. But still, Una wished she could see a real freak show. It’d be the experience of a lifetime!

“If only,” she sighed, heading home from her afternoon stroll. Her thoughts and fondness of deformed performers was spurred earlier that day in her science class; where they were on the subject of the structure of DNA. just one little mistake- just one!- and the whole human form could be compromised and changed drastically. As she walked down the road, she heard a sheet of paper crumple under her shoe. Stopping in her tracks, she picked up the colorful sheet of paper and the font of the title caught her attention. 

  “~CIRQUE DU FREAK~”

“No flipping way,” she grinned, looking the red and violet paper up and down. The spider web borders on the edges added a very nice appeal to the flyer. After folding the paper and slipping it in the pocket of her hoodie, she continued her walk home; intent on showing Grubbs and Bill-E her discovery.They were gonna love th-

An inhuman gurgling stopped the girl again. She looked over in the direction where the noise came from. A strange, dog-shaped creature stumbled out from the forest before collapsing before her on the road. A dying demon… Taking a cautionary few steps away, Una stared with unease at the demon as it began to disintegrate from where it lay on the ground.

“What in the hell was that about?” She thought aloud; realizing that there might be more. She needed to get home- right now! Moving around the spot where the dead demon lied, she ran at top speed back to Dervish’s mansion. She needed answers.

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Grubbs was really not overly fond of the forest near where he lived.

It wasn't because he didn't like forests. Forests were pretty coolio, especially this one -buried treasure, nasty secrets, getting lost for hours on end- the normal stuff. Grubbs was just not fond of the bloody forest because of everything that happened there.

Like, I don't know, waking up in the middle of the forest, tasting blood with no idea why? That really gave you a different perspective on things.

This time Grubbs was there to let off steam, it was not that there were big problems, but for once Grubbs was just trying to let out some steam about normal every day teenage guy problems.

It wasn't his fault if Bill-E couldn't make friends properly and Juni was basically paying 100 percent attention to everyone else except for Grubbs and -oh right- there was the whole werewolf thing andthenthere was the ma-

We went out of the realm of normal teenage things rather quickly, didn't we?

Point being, problems Grubbs did not feel like sharing with Dervish right now, or anyone else for that matter.

The sun was starting to go down, so Grubbs figured he had better turn around and go home (the forest at night was somewhere he really didn't want to be right now -it wasn't that he was scared of the dark, but he had all of the reasons in the world to be scared of what was in the dark.

At this point, Grubbs should have just turned around, but a noise caught his attention. Probably just a squirrel or something -but it caused him to stop-

And that was when a demon burst out of nowhere -and proceeded to disintegrate on the spot.

Grubbs stood there, completely and utterly shocked, the demon had been there one minute and the next minute there was just a small puddle of goo, sitting there...where the demon was...

"HELLFIRE!"

This was NOT good. Grubbs turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could back to the house. He had to find someone -Dervish, Una, Juni...ANY ONE.

But this was NOT good.

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Of course Grubbs did not sound certain, his reply was a complete and utter lie. Thingss were not good, he wished they were. Grubbs really wished that things were good and on the outside maybe things did seem good. Maybe things seemed completely normal and everything was fine, Dervish seemed to think so and Bill-E seemed to think so and for them, everything was fine. For Grubbs- not so much. Things were alright at school, things were fine at home it was just- everything else. The magic, the full moon, the curse.

Why couldn't Grubbs have normal teenage problems? You know- acne, trying to get a girlfriend not battling with demons and dealing with lycanthropy.

But whatever, Grubbs was going to do the bad thing and ignore the problem.

"Considering?"

Grubbs asked without really thinking, he heard the word and it just sounded off. Last time Juni had shown up she and Dervish had spent god knows how long working on magic and Juni was good at it, so considering what? Her job? Was being a school counselor really that time consuming? Well that was not really a fair question, Grubbs actually had no idea what it was like being on the other side of a counseling session.

Since Grubbs had finished his counseling a few weeks ago and she hadn’t had much time to go over to the Grady resident, Juni didn’t see him as much as she used to. Her loyalties aside, Grubbs and Bill-E were pretty sweet kids. They somewhat reminded her of Kernal…

“We’re outside of school, so who cares about being professional?” she said with a laugh. “How have you and your uncle been doing?” she asked with a smile.

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Grubbs did not like the silence, the silence made Grubbs have to think because he had nothing else to do. He tried to look around instead, admire the trees, wonder what animals lived in the forest but no. Every time a twig snapped, Grubbs had to stop himself freaking out because obviously there was a demon right there. And of course as soon as the topic of demons came up then Grubbs really did not want to think because demons led to thinking about the past which in turn led to thinking about more demons which in turn led to thinking about magic which...it was a bloody vicious circle and Grubbs did not like it.

The conversation had started to die down, to stop the silence Grubbs had been talking to Darren but after the first few stops he was beginning to get tired. What was more annoying was the small voice in Grubb's mind that kept telling him that he could keep up, all he needed to do was use magic. This voice was getting irritating, Grubbs was NOT going to use magic, no no no. Then Grubbs had fallen completely silent after one of their stops he had accidentally frightened a harmless, small animal by invading their territory. Of course Grubb's initial response had been something along the lines of OH MY GOD A DEMON and not OH MY GOD A CUTE, FURRY ANIMAL. You got the idea.

But eventually they got to civilization, Grubbs almost freaked out. There was NO ONE on the streets and his immediate reaction was DEMONS. But no, it was just that it was an ungodly hour to be roaming around. This fear was finally settled when the motel they went to ended up being completely normal with normal people working there and nothing out of the ordinary happening. Grubbs looked around, what he really needed to do was find a phone (before demons attacked and everything went to hell- Grubbs was still sure it was going to happen) and get into contact with Dervish (who was probably freaking out by now).

Grubbs could not help but point out the obvious.

"So what now?"

He was going to go find/probably more likely avoid demons which would probably lead to sitting around and moping and getting in trouble but in case there were demons, would the vampires (Grubbs was still not over that) help?

Darren shrugged his shoulders in Grubbs direction at his question. He supposed there was a possibility if things were getting too boring for the weird little man he would probably look anywhere for some mroe entertainment… even if that entertainment broke all of his toys.

Darren mulled over it for a moment longer. Mr Crepsley was probably right. Mr Tiny wanted the human race alive - mentally and physically scarred maybe - but alive nonetheless.

He fell into silence again, keeping step with the other boy without thinking about it much. The entire situation was far from ideal and the added thought of throwing Mr Tiny into the mix had unsettled him greatly. Up until now all he had to worry about was blood thirsty vampaneze trying to kill his entire clan but now…

Now he just wanted a soft bed and a warm meal and a few moments to discuss how things had been at the Mountain since Mr Crepsley had left a while back. He wanted a few hours of normalcy with his mentor and no demons or vampaneze or anything else getting in the way!

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Grubbs smiled again, alright so Juni did not only cheer up Dervish and help Bill-E, Grubbs was glad she was around too. If she was helping the people around him then it meant Grubbs had less issues to deal with. Well...less issues with other people. He still had issues- the full moon, being able to turn lights on and off without touching them, changing the flow of water...Grubbs shook his head. He was not going to think about those things. He could deal with them when they happened (and completely ignore the magic mind you).

"Good."

Grubbs responded with a complete and flat out lie. Well it was not a complete lie, Dervish was doing really well. He did not know about the werewolf thing, or the magic thing and he had Juni. Dervish was doing excellent considering everything that had happened. And Grubbs was pretending that he was doing fine too. He paused, maybe Juni could help. She was a pretty good counselor...no, no need to bring that up.

"Though I'm sure you know the answer as to how my uncle is doing better than me. How is the magic thing going?"

Grubbs did not want to ask, but since Dervish and Juni thought Grubbs had no magic they were not pestering him about it.

Since Grubbs had finished his counseling a few weeks ago and she hadn’t had much time to go over to the Grady resident, Juni didn’t see him as much as she used to. Her loyalties aside, Grubbs and Bill-E were pretty sweet kids. They somewhat reminded her of Kernal…

“We’re outside of school, so who cares about being professional?” she said with a laugh. “How have you and your uncle been doing?” she asked with a smile.

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Grubbs had to stop himself laughing at Darren's explanation of this person...wellies? Really?

"Sorry, sorry."

Grubbs responded dismissively, trying not to laugh at this apparently evil welly wearing person. And truth be told, Grubbs thought he was doing a really good job at not laughing at the mental image of some terrifying individual who thought wellies were a good fashion statement until Darren added the creepy part and Grubbs just snickered.

"No really, I'm sorry. I'm sure this person is really scary just...wellies..."

Grubbs was not going to get over that for a while.

Mr. Crepsley also added to the description of this person, a god? Grubbs was not sure he believed in such things. Demons, sure, vampires, apparently, gods...that was a little pushing it. Grubbs zoned out for a little while thinking about that then realized that Dervish would probably have cracked a joke by now at such a notion. Grubbs was disappointed by the lack of a joke actually which only made him remember why he was in the middle of a forest in the first place and that there might be demons around and that Dervish probably needed his help and-

Okay, chill.

And once again, Grubbs zoned back into the conversation, and at the mention of a chess game- Lord Loss what? No, this was not Lord Loss, just another chess obsessed scary...lunatic? Who enjoyed messing with humans? Well.

"So, do you think this guy would help demons?"

I mean, he'd be an idiot to do so. Demons never let anyone live even those who were on their side. Grubbs went back to thinking about demons and began to freak out just a little. What if everyone was dead already? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no-

Darren kept his eyes trained to the ground while first Mr Crepsley spoke, then Grubbs. The former was probably right about Mr Tiny, and Darren’s experiences with the little man had been minimal at best (and he really wanted to keep it that way). The latter was confused again. Darren didn’t blame him if he was honest, if he hadn’t met Mr Tiny for himself he wouldn’t have believed any of the stories he had heard.

“Mr Tiny is… Well he’s…” Darren paused, finally looking away from the ground to glance up at his mentor’s face for  second, hoping to glean to correct words. “He’s a little man in wellies with a heart shaped watch,” he finished lamely. The young Prince sent a foot flying at an unfortunate nearby tree root. “He’s hard to describe, but if you put his name together ‘Mr Desmond Tiny’ and shorten his first name, you get ‘Mr Des Tiny’ or ‘Mr Destiny’.“ 

Darren took a moment to glance at Grubbs, waiting for the look of utter shock and disbelief that would probably never come. In Darren’s defence he had been very young when that fact had been pointed out to him and it had seemed so much cooler back then than it did now. In fact right now he was feeling a little silly for bringing it up.

“Anyway he’s really creepy.”

Smooth.