#Evan Bennu

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

Evan isn’t sure he heard the last part very well, only the rush of his thundering heartbeat and the weight of Odette being held behind him protectively, a snarl biting at his throat

He finds it thwarted by Lucas stepping in front of them all, holding his cane coolly under his hands

“May we ascertain the identity of your ringleader?” He says, utterly careful of each syllable and letter of his every word, the words said deliberate and true

“Our ringleader assures their identity is well known to Mr and Miss Bennu”

“May we refuse the invite and gifts?” Another pipes in, Neora standing next to Lucas, equally sharp gaze fixed on the messenger before them

“You would refuse a Gift?”

“May we?” She repeats, a hint of cheek in her slightest smile, one barely hidden on Lucas’s own

The messenger clears it’s throat, tapping it’s sash as one in the crowd gives a bare twitch of their head

“You may. The gifts shall remain here untouched till First Light. However the invite pertains only to Miss and Mr Bennu. Do you, Bennu and Bennu, accept our ringleader’s invite?”

There’s silence

And when the fam turn to look at them it was to the sight of them both clutching their throat as if something was stuck in it

As if the very word No was choking them from the effort

A voice drifts by Evan’s thoughts

‘I’m cashing in my IOU’

‘I’ll be waiting’

Evan was turning blue

“Fu-hk” he chokes out

The entire fam bristles, snarls and growls beginning to spread, even Doc looking ready to punch someone.

[obsidiancreates]

If I'd Grown Up At Home (Sia RP AU)

"Don't wander off too far, my little shadow." May-Anne puts another iron whistle into Edward's backpack. "Okay? And come right home if anyone you don't know is out there."

"Okay, Mama." Edward tightens his backpack straps. "I'm gonna bring back so many salve herbs."

"I know you are." She smiles and gives him a kiss on the head. "Remember that your father will be back an hour before sunrise, so I want you home by then at minimum. We want him to come home to both of us, alright?"

"Alright, Mama."

And so he sets out into the dead of night, his little eight-year-old legs carrying him deep into the forest surrounding their nocturnal town. He gathers strange plants as he goes. A blooming flower with deep red petals that drip dark nectar and have a metallic smell, a small leaf with razor-like ridges all of the stem they grow from, a large bush with berries the shape of teardrops that have skin too tough to break with your teeth...

Well, normal teeth. Doc bites into one with a bit of effort, his sharper-than-average-but-not-quite-suspiciously-sharp canines slicing through the skin. The berry is bitter but rich, like the chocolate his dad brings home from the city sometimes.

He keeps walking, searching for more, when he hears it.

Snoring.

Not loud snoring like Mr. Newal nextdoor, which sometimes keeps Doc up until nearly noon. Soft, small snoring, like when little Maddie from a few houses over falls asleep at midnight picnics and Doc ignores it so she can get some extra sleep (he knows her dad snores even worse than Mr. Newal some nights, she said so).

But when he follows it, he's pretty sure the Snorer is older than Maddie.

In fact, he thinks the boy is older than him, but it's hard to tell because the boy is dirty and he's wrapped up in a girl's arms, who's also dirty. And skinny. Both very dirty, and very skinny, sleeping in the hollow of a large, very old tree.

Edward sees some scrapes, too. And bruises. Which is no good, because those will get infected for sure. The scrapes, of course. He doesn't know if bruises can get infected. He'll have to ask his dad to get another medical book on the next trip into the city (likely a month or two from now depending on if the wheat keeps doing badly).

He looks in his bag. He's got a lot of snacks... but they're all his snacks. Very high in Iron and Darkness-grown. And they help him be healthy, even if he'll never really be strong or be able to walk for very long or any of that. Even just coming this far, he had to use the shadows a lot. Half-walking, half shadow-moving (he still needs to figure out a good name for it).

But, he knows it can give people who aren't Of Darkness a tummy ache. And he knows they aren't Of Darkness. They have a bit of magic about them, but not very much as far as he can sense. Or maybe they have a lot and don't know about it, Mama told him not everyone outside of town knows about Darkness and Light. Which he can't imagine because it's so obvious, but maybe in the daytime it's less so. Like his Dad says, "There's a reason Light's called Blinding."

He moves through the shadows to get back home. He gestures to one of the many blobs of shadows with eyes that live in the house, and the blob slinks away. It comes back and nuzzle's his leg, and he knows thanks to it that his Mama went out for a minute.

Good, because he's going to take a lot more snacks than he's supposed to.

He gets into the bread his Dad bought from the city last time, some neutral sigils around the paper it's wrapped in keeping it from getting stale (Darkness Magic works better, but it also makes the bread begin to change properties, and sometimes it's just too unpredictable to use with things like Whole Wheat). He finds some turkey in the fridge that's also from the city. His parents used it to show him the difference between those meats and Darkness-Raised meats, and they didn't want to waste the leftovers (but hadn't wrked up the will to actually eat it yet).

He does his best to avoid anything too Darkness-infused, because he has no idea what kids outside of town eat. But he thinks this'll work. Turkey and Bread and some strange juice pouches that his Mama had confiscated from one of the older kids a few weeks ago after they'd snuck out into the city on their own. He's not sure why this "orange juice" is so bright orange instead of the usual deep, almost rust-like color, but maybe Light Oranges are just Like That.

He grabs some bandages too, and water, and a little bit of antiseptic. It's not magic in any way, nor is it from the city. Sometimes non-magic herbs work just fine as backup salve ingredients.

He uses the shadows to get back, and he takes a long stick and pokes the girl. "Hey," he whispers. It echoes. It does that soemtimes.

The girl jolts awake, and the boy wakes up just as suddenly! The girl keeps her arms around the boy and presses further into the tree, scowling at Edward. It softens, and he thinks it's because she realizes he's a kid like her. He'd even brought a little lantern, just for them and their Light-poisoned eyesight.

"Who're you?" the girl whispers harshly.

"It's not safe to give names to strangers, they're really powerful." Doc holds out the plate with the food and juices. "But I brought you this."

"Why?"

"You look hungry."

The two eye him warily. The girl looks at the food, and then at the boy. "... Did you do something to it?"

Doc wonders if maybe he should blink. The other kids say he doesn't blink enough. He tries it. "No."

Either she believes him, or the blink helped, because she reaches out and takes it. She tries it first, and then gives it to the boy.

"I didn't have a lot of city food in my house. I hope it's good."

"Better than we've had in a while," the boy says around a mouthful. "... People live nearby?"

Edward nods. "We have a town."

"Why're you out here at night?"

"Mama let me come looking for herbs for our salves. We sleep in the day instead of at night."

The boy's eyes almost cross in confusion. "Why?"

"Because Darkness."

"... Huh?"

"It's a religion." That's what they say to city people and outsider visitors, anyway.

"Oh."

"I brought medicine too. And bandages, and water. Can I clean your cuts?"

"I can do it."

"It'll hurt your bruises."

"What are you, a doctor?"

"No, but I wanna be. Darkness values Doctors as much as Artists. I'll be really careful, and you guys can keep eating that way."

There's a sheen to the girl's eyes. Yeah, he knew he sensed magic. Whatever instinct or spell she has seems to almost relax her. "... Fine."

He gets to work, using a little cloth and carefully cleaning their cuts. His pale, boney hands work delicately, if a little shaky. He takes great care with what he considers to be His First Real Patients.

"... I'm Sia," she says softly.

"Names have power," he reminds her.

"Okay. But I think... I trust you with it. Sort of."

"People don't usually trust me except Mama and Dad. Everyone else says they do, but I know they don't."

"Why?"

"I freak them out a little. They all admire me, but they're scared too."

"Scared?" the boy shakes his head. "You're so small though. You must be like, six."

"Eight!"

"Eight! You're so small!"

"Evan, stop it!"

"I am, it's okay." Edward shrugs. "I'm sick a lot. It's c... chron... is."

"Chronic?" Sia supplies.

"Yeah, that one."

"... I'm sorry."

"I'm okay." He pats her newly-bandaged cut. "There, now I can do- Evan?"

Evan nods, and Edward gets to work. Evan watches. "... Can we call you Doc?"

Edward doesn't pause, but he thinks it over. "Okay, I like that."

He finishes, and they sit in silence for a bit as he waits to get to have the plate back.

"Are you going to live in this tree now?" he asks as they hand it back to him.

"No." Sia shakes her head. "We need to keep moving. We're... being followed."

"You can come stay at my house. You might be allergic to some of our food, Darkness can hurt people's tummy's if they aren't used to it. But you could stay with us."

"We can't. We're on the run."

"Oh. ... Well, have this." Doc (yes, he likes thta very much) digs into his pocket and pulls out a little stone. "If you rub it I'll know you wanna see me, and I can come visit you or help you. I can move through shadows, don't tell anyone though. Outsiders aren't supposed to know."

"... Um... thank you." Sia accepts it. "... For the food, too."

Doc nods. "Thank you for the nickname."

And just like that, they part.

He gets home an hour before his dad and a few minutes before his mom, and gets the plate washed and dried and the shadow blobs help put it away just before she comes back in.

"How was herb hunting?" she asks with a smile as she cleans some berry juice off his chin.

"Really good. And I have a new nickname now."

"Oh?"

"Doc!"

"I love it, little shadow. And what made you think of it?"

"I'm a good doctor."

"Yes, of course you are. Only the best doctor could collect this many herbs in one night. Now, go change into your pajamas, and I'll make some dinner for us."

"Okay, Mama!"

@jzwicia @sororia04s

[tzawa-1y]

For the ship thing, I feel like you'd get the blue/red ships, because if there's a character features blue, one of their biggest ships is gonna be with a character featuring red

tsumi

no god please no this would not happen in canon and i fear how the fandom would handle this one..... he's afraid of tsumi because she reminds them of their parents/authority and seems really strict (in his mind, not like they interact much) noT because they have a secret crush

evan

I actually kindof like evan & hoshiz and with a height difference like that and several sorta opposite attract pieces the fandom would adore this ship. I do think they would be very cute u.u they make little dragons sculptures and they really do vibe <3 but he is taken (in about 17.62 years)

ikuto

p please yeah i???

hikari

I've mentioned this a bit in the first sunday i believe, I think they'd be kinda cute but fandom interpretation would do them Both So Dirty. But given their fairly similar lives before UA and excitable/open versus anxious/reclusive vibes, I think it'd be a pretty wholesome ship executed right :> he is Still Taken already tho.

[the-wail-is-in]

“Get off-“

“What is going on back there?” Mr Razmer’s voice rings out sharply through the class, demanding attention with just the simple words, even though he hadn’t raised his voice at all.

His sharp sea-green eyes pierce through to the back, raising a brow as Evan tugs Doc’s hoodie over his head

His glasses are hanging from his neck, and he raises a bony hand to pick them up, putting them on and brushing a stray lock of light blond hair out of his face as he waits for a reply

Shit think fast think fast-

“Ughhhh fine Doc! You win! I’ll go to the nurses office jeez. You fall one time from parkouring and it’s like you’re dying” he groans out loud, visibly whining as the little kid he is

He’s sweating bullets as Mr Razmer keeps staring, staring in his eyes which seemed to read his very soul, praying for him to take the bait, please take the bait-

,,,

was he smiling?-

“Very well. Mr Fibula, you may take Mr Bennu to the nurses office. I know you’re knowledgeable enough about injuries, but id prefer an experts opinion. Bennu, I expect a note later” he says, turning back to the board

Evan sighs, glancing at Doc and tugging him up before he could protest, dragging him out the class while holding his hoodie over his head the whole way

“Dude what the frick was that!?” He hisses once they round a corner, letting go of Doc, whose head was almost inside the sweater with how hard Evan had tugged the hood over

"You needed help." Doc sounds distressed, strained even. "I had to help, I have to help."

There's something desperate about his tone, his bright eyes staring into Evan's and pleading.

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

Slightly surprised, he nods behind Yancy’s hand, swallowing hard as Yancy let go and he returned to observing the Fae

It was so, so, so familiar

Why was it So familiar?

“Finally, our ringleader wishes to convey their desire to see Mr Evan Bennu and Miss Sia Bennu, currently under the name Odette, at their tent before the last curtain fall. They iterate this is merely a wish of their own, and will hold no consequences to your family or your chosen guests ticket usage. Those remain gifts from the carnival”

"How do we respond?" Dark whispers to Lucas and Bruno.

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

Evan sighs heavily as he hears the message in his own head

Host, why?

“Wait Neo, Host is saying to stay” he mutters, sighing as Neora looks at him in surprise “He needs to speak with her”

“Euh, sure. I’ll tell him where we are” Neora says, unnerved confusion evident in her voice but not pushing it, taking a step back to try and call Host

Evan crosses his arms, staring at this figure he still didn’t know the name of

“okay, it’s getting pretty obvious you know us, or of us anyway, but I still don’t know your name. Start with that, I’m not listening to anything else” he says clearly, staring her down, his sparking phone still in hand

She springs to her feet and bows! "Ferox!" She slings an arm around Evan, and he realizes she has two bullet wounds- one is in her hip, and definitely shattered it, and she shouldn't be capable of standing. "And youuuuuu are Even Bennu! You're safe from us like few others!"

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

Evan winces at the last few flashes, waving off some rainbow sparkles as the bag collapses back on the ground while looking up at his treehut

“Neora! Neora you can’t be serious about this-“

“Evan Mairae Bennu you will not tell me what to do!”

“But I have to listen to what you say right now?!” He shouts back, giving an aggravated shout as she just shuts the window

“Unbelievable! Unbelievable! And she says I’m the unreasonable one” he rambles to no one, grabbing back the bag and stomping right back inside

He goes, to the laundry room

Five minutes later, and he’s stewing in front of the washing machine watching it get cleaned

The sports bag remains on the couch, with no one still the wiser on what was going on

Doc peeks into the room, sweating and nervous. "Hey, Evs. ... Um... I'm sorry."

[obsidiancreates]

What’s This? An AU, of An AU, of An AU? Hell Yeah Baby AU Turducken.

(An AU of the Sia RP Roleplay, which is an AU of my Vampire Markiplier Egos AU. AU cubed.)

(Sia and Evan are @sororia04s’s OCs!)

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Doc stumbles through the forest, panting. Stupid speed, work, work.

“Come back! The ritual is incomplete!”

Doc keeps quiet, but in his head he’s screaming, 'Why would I want to change that?!’

He shouts as he slams into another person. He scrambles to his feet, expecting another- another wizard or whatever they were-

Instead he’s face-to-face with another terrified person, looking at him with wide eyes. “Who-who are you?”

“Who are you?”

“I-I’m no-one.”

“Me either-”

Doc and his roadblock both shout as two more people slam into them, knocking them both down. They all four get up, ready to fight.

The other two look haggard. Doc looks bad, yes, with blood on his neck and dripping down his chin and his scrubs torn and dirty, but these men look like they’ve been on the run for decades.

The one in the ruined winter coat steps in front of his friend with the pink mustache. “Are you two Hunters?”

Doc and the first roadblock share a confused look. 

“What?” they both say at once.

The man in the coat sighs. “Too convincing for Hunter acting, thank god. My name is Dam- er, Dark. This is Willia- Wilford, I mean.”

The man with the pink mustache smiles and waves.

“I-I’m Eric,” the roadblock says, twisting a yellow cloth in his hands.

“Doc.”

They just watch each other warily for a bit.

“... Just been turned?” Dark ventures, looking at Doc’s neck.

Doc puts his hand over it. “Long story,” he says weakly.

“I see him!”

Dark pulls out a knife. “What’s that?”

“The story,” Doc says, “Shit, shit-”

“Climb the trees!”

Dark has scaled the tree before Doc even fully registers the words. He scrambles his way up, and presses against the trunk. Don’t see him, don’t see him, don’t see him-

He hears footsteps, and sickeningly, heartbeats. They’re right below, and oh, gross, his mouth is watering, he’s about to vomit-

“Frick off!”

The shout comes from the ground.

Doc peeks, and sees five guys facing against the, the necromancers, maybe.

“We’re searching for someone,” the head magic guy says.

“Don’t care! Frick off!”

The mage laughs. “Frick? Really?”

The guy, a young man in a dirty tank top, scowls. “Yeah, really! Googles! Go to town!”

The four other men move forward in unison, and Doc closes his eyes as screams ring through the trees. He hears most of the mages escape, but he can smell enough blood to know it wasn’t without losses.

Things are silent for a moment.

“You dudes can come down!”

Doc peeks out again.

“You have a murder squad!” he hears Dark shout back.

“Yeah, but you dudes are vamps! I am too! Kinda! So like, we’re all being hunted by dudes, yeah?”

There’s a pause, and then Dark and Wilford appear back on the ground. Eric follows. Doc sighs, steps down... and unceremoniously tumbles out of the tree.

“Ow,” he wheezes.

The guy in the tank top helps him up. “Don’t worry bruh, that leg’ll heal right up. I’m Bing, these are the Google bros. They’re named after their colors.”

The four other men make no introductions.

“They’re androids,” Bing says. “Still working on getting them to not hate people.”

“And-androids?” Eric steps away from them. “Like-like robots?”

Bing nods. “That’s who I’m being hunted down by. I’m the world’s first ever working cyborg, and like, a whole buncha androids and robots want me to lead an uprising thing.”

“Oh,” Doc says weakly. “That’s what those guys want me for, but um, not robots.”

“Oh, sweet! Er, I mean, that sucks. Uh-”

“Wait!” Dark is looking into the woods. “Hang on, I know that feeling-”

Two more people tumble out of the woods yet again. Dark catches on, and his eyes widen in disbelief. “The DA?”

The person moves out of his arms, an equally disbelieving look on their face. They bring their hands up and sign, “Damien?”

The other man gets up, groaning. “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” he grumbles.

“Mark,” The DA signs, “Mark, it’s Damien!”

“Holy- you’re alive? Your file said you were probably dead.”

“Really? ... Then why the fuck are you Hunters always after me?”

Mark shrugs. “They kept a lot of secrets. Former Hunters, by the way.”

“Dude, we’ve got a whole troop going!” Bing looks excited by this. 

“Hey Bing?”

“Yeah, Doc Dude?”

“You can let go now. My leg did heal up, I think.”

“Oh, yeah, for suh dude! Sorry.”

Doc stands up, and tests his leg. “Oh, that’s freaky.”

“You-you get used to-to it,” Eric says tiredly.

“If there’s anyone else in the woods, please come out now!” Wilford shouts.

“There can’t possibly be-”

Three more people step out.

Dark throws up his hands. “What do I know? A hundred and thirty years old and I’m still oblivious.”

The guy in the middle, a man with a once-white shirt and striped pants, waves a little. “We’s was hoping youse would move on, to be fairs. We’s bein’ hunted too.”

“By Hunters?”

“Uh, I’m bein’ hunted by my olds dance troop.”

“Oh. That’s... new.”

“The Host is being hunted by a group of Artistic Sadists whom he used to be friends with.”

Everyone startles, getting a proper look at that guy for the first time. Bing slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle a scream, and Eric starts to hyperventilate.

“The Host is aware he has no eyes. He will not be offended by freak outs.”

“No, no, I’m over it,” Bing says, voice a little strained. “It’s bad-butt. ... I have a swearing filter in my programming, please don’t look at me like that. I literally can’t control it.”

The last man raises his hand. “Hi, Bim Trimmer. Have you heard of my family before? Old money, stuck up, evil assholes who want to sacrifice me to gain immortality and power.”

Doc and Eric speak at the same moment.

“I think that’s what the mage guys wanted to do to me.” “I-I’m on the-the run from my-my dad too.”

“Oh, we already have something in common. How nice.”

They all stand around looking at each other for a while.

“... You guys wanna team up?” Bing suggests.

Bim gives him a look, raising his eyebrow. “We just met. And it seem like most of us already have teams.”

“Look, we’re all being hunted, yeah? By a buncha different groups. But like, we’re a small army, right? There’s like, fourteen of us. We might as well stick together.”

“We don’t even know each other,” Dark argues.

“We know none of us are trying to kill each other! That’s already way better than most of our interactions with strangers, yeah?”

There’s murmurings of agreement.

“Alright, so, let’s just like, try to trust each other, and see if we can, I dunno, manage to make a home base. Pretty obvious we’ve all been running for our lives for like, years on end, so-”

Doc and Eric shout, jumping to the side, as two more people roll out of the woods. This time, people with heartbeats.

They both get to their feet as quick as they can. The woman holds a pocket knife in her hands, and the young man holds a heavy book. Siblings, clearly. They press against each other, eyes wild and with a readiness to fight.

There’s a tense silence, a breeze the only disturbance in the area.

And then Bim speaks up.

“So, who’s chasing you two?”

The two siblings look confused for a moment. 

“We’re all being hunted,” Dark says in the voice of someone who’s rehashing something he’s tired of rehashing.

“... It’s personal,” the woman says.

“Is it your family? That’s what I first said, and the answer if my family,” Bim replies.

“... Maybe.”

“What’re your names?” Dark asks. 

“... Sia.”

The young man looks at her like she’s crazy, and she shrugs. He looks up. “... Evan.”

“Nice too meet you.” “Hi.” “It-it’s a pleasure.” There’s a whole speech’s worth of different greetings.

Bing beams at them. “Want to join our club?”

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

He’d covered his eyes at Actor’s explanation, standing quietly for a moment, before taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly

“I-no, no it’s- long story” he huffs, snorting with a wave of his hand, shaking his head at the canopy of leaves above him

“It’s-its a nickname. Rho cant say everyone’s names properly, so it decided on Eviebean for me” he snorts

The irony of his childhood nickname, he’d almost had a heart attack

He holds out his hand, fingers partway through the border “Name’s Evan. Evan Bennu” he smiles sincerely, the chuckle still in his expression from the moment

Actor smiles back, shaking his hand. Then he frowns. "Oh." He pulls his hand away quickly. "Sorry, um, I-I didn't realize my skin was so cold. That must have been unpleasant."

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

“Hey” Sia tuts, placing her hands on her hips “I’ll have you know our fam are still people. Yeah we get hangry sometimes, but it’s been atleast a year since any of us got feral. We don’t randomly attack anyone in the city either ya know” she lightly huffs, not really angry as she chuckles

“No one is gonna hurt ya Jamar, that’s a Bennu promise. And if you’d rather not enter alone, Doc and Evan are both- well I was gonna say human but let’s settle on not vampire” she snorts, coughing lightly again

Rho yawns wide on Jamar’s head, cooing sweetly “JamJar? JamJar play ome?” They chatter sleepily, snoozing on his head

"Oh, wh- no fucking fair, I can't say no to that." Jamar grabs his coat. "And I didn't think- I mean, it's not unreasonable to ask, right?"

"Not at all," Eric says. "Vapires and-and vampire witches and stuff..."

"Witches? ... Is it Bim?"

"Yeah."

"I knew it. Is Powell his apprentice?" Jamar locks up behind them as they start walking.

"No, but-but Powell is magic. But-but they don't know they- that they are."

"Huh. Oh hey, let me actually- yeah, looks like no deliveries or catering today, we're not doing any last-minute things this week... I can drive us in the van, if Sia needs some extra rest. Just need you to tell me where to go."

"Um, well it-it's in the middle of the-the woods."

"We've got good tires."

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

She laughs, her smile bright enough to light the room, her energy far better after several potions

It, really had been a lot of potions

Evan eyes the IV warily, mental calculations painting a sobering picture in his mind-

“Ouch!” He yelps in surprise, having been lightly pinched in his arm

“Don’t start, stressing is my job-“

“And I’m stealing it” Sia snorts at his immediate reply, rubbing the spot in retaliation “I’m taking a page out of your book now sis, and before you argue, you raised me so nah” he sticks his tongue out at Sia’s shocked face

“Evan Bennu, did you really just use the big sis card on me? How dare you” she says, snorting as he just chuckles, messing around “At least let me see Rho you punk!”

He snickers again, moving to go get the bean, turning back to give a quick peck on her head “Seriously sis, stay put. If I did it for months, so can you”

“Yeah, yeah” she says, yet it’s in a fonder tone, taking a deep breath with a smile as Evan walks off, glancing back at Dark

She reaches out, holding his hand with a small squeeze of fondness, saying what words could not

Dark squeezes back. "I know you don't love it. But taking some time, resting, being stationary... sometimes it helps."

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

“Tom Ford’s?!” Evan wheezes into Dark’s shoulder, curling up in the hug as his stomach hurt and hurt, tears rolling as he silent laughs

He hadn’t laughed so hard in forever!

He pulls back a bit to smile cheekily, his eyes squinted and cheeks in so much pain, a toothy grin greeting the crowd “Yes! His grandpa! Bennu the First! Well no, my sister was the first, literally!” He cackles and wheezes in laughter at the inside joke

"Eh, this doesn't make sense... you're not the same ra-"

"Ever hear of adoption?" Dark cuts off the employee, raising an eyebrow. "Every single member of my family is adopted."

"So you're just a gaggle of unrelated dudes?"

"... You're on thin ice, Margret."

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

“Evan Mairae Bennu, how freaking dare you!”

It’s not a shout, but the voice carries over through the mansion, a prank enhancement of a voice so all could hear, its accent lingering around it by a user unused to speaking the language

“So many packages!! During practice! How dare you!!”

“You made me drop my sweet roll”

Evan is staring open mouthed at the letter, pure shock and surprise, before “Heh” a small chuckle, a bright grin, and laughter for the ages as he cackles at the letter, unable to hug his stomach as tears bud at the corners of his eyes, absolutely loosing it

“I love you Neora” he wheezes between his laughter, cackling up a raspy storm

Blue smiles a little. He would tease, but this is adorable.

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

“,,,Come back to camp sis. You gotta watch your health too” He says soft

“,,,Isn’t that my line right now?” she says quietly back, glancing pointedly at his much greyer hair, making him sigh

“I,,, am going to get the assholes back out first. If-“ he says before Sia can say anything “If, I can’t stay longer, I will take the first teleport out of here. Bennu honour” he promises, chuckling as she snorts

“,,,Im kinda mad now they adopted our name. Feels spoiled” she only partially jokes, a slight bitterness to her voice

“Well that can be one of the things we demand back. Amongst other things. Bing still has my hoodie” he mock huffs, doing everything to keep making Sia snort and laugh “Then again, it’s Ben that stole it cause it made a comfy blanket, so maybe he can keep it” he grins as Sia smiles with rolled eyes

The drip of the water continues in the quiet of the void

“What did you even say when I ran off?” Evan asks after a bit, raising a brow as she blows a breath

“Every mean thing I could think off, and then only to Dam- Dark” she says bitterly “Nobody else bothered to give a reason. Or excuse” she mutters

He raises a brow as Sia hesitates, before starting to talk

He just listens, letting her rant and vent, letting the quiet return as she wipes her eyes and he himself processes

“,,,Oof Sis” is all he can say as soon as she is done “His sister?”

“I was angry okay”

“You don’t have to explain, I- waw” he snorts, sympathy chuckling. Yeah, he would cower with his tail tucked in too after that “No wonder he’s sulking” he mutters to himself

Another wail. God, all the spirits sound so pained.

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

You seek to Cure Her

They can feel a shift in magic ahead, a decrease in the chill in the air

Yet you’ve already Forsaken them all

“Close the door!”

Your minds will no longer be your own

“Where’s the bar-“ “Here!”

Your precious Pharoah will betray you

“The runes! Come on align-“

Mark my words, Evan Bennu

The whisper chills his spine

Before the centuries end-

A last laugh before the sigils light up

Your Own Family Will Hand You To Me On A Silver Platter

Dark whips around, and snarls at The Drow just before the sigils fully activate. "NO-ONE IS HANDING ANYONE OVER!"

The sigils fully activate, and a wall slams down. It shimmers with sigil markings, a domino effect activating protection after protection.

[the-wail-is-in]

SNAP

It’s a beautiful picture, a trio of friends smiling brighter than the Ops tower outside, each with cheeky, yet utterly excited grins, flanked by two utterly proud parents, half hugging on the sides of the Bennu siblings, and behind Doc’s back, who stood in the middle

An adorably happy picture Sia gleefully saves and sends to all “This one needs framing” she half jokes, a little shy at suggesting it with her and Evan being on it too

Was that too weird?

"Absolutely. I'll build the frame myself!" Raymond declares, gesturing at some scrap metal in the corner. "Fibula Photo Frames. Ah, if only Photo started with an F too."

Doc snorts. He loves his dad's bad jokes.

Once Sia and Evan put their borrowed (and indeed too-large suits) on, everyone stands before the portal.

"Alright. Here we go. Kids, prepare to witness the very first successful opening of a portal to the Ghost Zone!"

Raymond flips the switch, everyone cheers!

...

The portal sparks a bit with an oddly-colored electricity. And then... nothing.

Doc's smile falls a little.

"What happened?" Alice looks over the screens. "The program activated, the power source is still stable... I don't understand."

Raymond checks for frayed or fried wires, hardware issues. None.

"Maybe it's not enough Iron?" Alice mutters. "Or we need a stabilizing agent for it?"

Raymond sighs, pulling Doc into a hug. "We're sorry, Eddy-bear."

Doc hugs his dad back. "It's okay. At least I get the scrubs," he points out, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. "And this means we get to eat the cake early."