#aevus answers

[timebranded]

AU: The Court Mage’s Apprentice

His life changed dramatically when he was fourteen. There’s really no other way to describe it; how does one go from being a commoner to suddenly having an unexplained near-death experience to being the apprentice of the court mage?! Lucas went through the experience and not even he knew the answer to that.

Lucas had a perfectly ordinary childhood growing up. Yes, it was just him and his father for the most part, but his father did his best to make sure Lucas’ life was a happy one.

When he was fourteen, Lucas was hit and nearly killed by a wave of temporal magic. While he survived the shockwave, the experience caused him to develop some magical ability of his own that he had a pretty hard time controlling.

 A month after the experience, Aevus ( @timeblooded​ ) - the court mage - arrived at his family’s doorstep and offered to take Lucas in as his apprentice. That way, Lucas would have a better grasp on his ability and Aevus would have someone to pass the position to when his time came to leave.

The court mage might or might not actually be Dialga, but we don’t talk about that.

Lucas knew that his life would be turned upside-down if he accepted, but he also knew that he needed to get a grip on what was happening to him. So he accepted.

As he got used to his new life and his position, he made friends a fair number of people, including the crown princess ( @unovasrose​ ) and Valerie ( @mirroredranger​ ). He doesn’t really get along with most of the nobles within the court, but there are notable exceptions. Blue ( @evoblue​ ) is definitely an example of that.

Between the fact that his patron is Dialga and his familiar is a Lucario, Lucas is very skilled at steel-aligned magic. He has some grip on draconic magic as well (through Aevus/Dialga), but steel is where he truly shines.

Due to his near-death experience with Roar of Time the temporal shockwave, Lucas has a very keen awareness of people and his surroundings. Some could call this heightened awareness ‘Aura,’ but not enough is known about Aura to really confirm that.

[aevus-blogging]

Just out of curiosity, where would you put each of the AH Crew on this? Feel free to edit this if it makes it easier

Edit I did. Again, i apologize for not posting this way way way earlier, but the JRH situation hit and I sorta blocked out ah for a solid chunk. Knowing me I forgot someone, and if I did yell at me and I’ll add them in. But for Ease of eye straining.

Geof: Tired Dad, Dumbass, Sweetheart

Jack: Tired Dad, Sweetheart

Jeremy: Dumbass, Feral

Michael: Tired Dad, Dumbass, Feral

Gavin: Dumbass, Feral

Trevor: Dumbass (if just sweetheart connect i’d have put him there too)

Alfredo: Dumbass, Feral

Fiona: Feral, Sweetheart

Matt: Sweetheart

Lindsay: Dumbass, Feral, Sweetheart

[white-forest-cleanup-crew]

paging doctor freeman! i think. maybe? are y'all alright?

“We’re mostly fine I think? We’re just in a forest. Don’t know fucking where.” It was jarring to go from Pizza Party at a totally legitimate restaurant to an evergreen forest with only the words of a familiar yet not voice explaining what had happened. Add to the fact his HEV suit just started going off at him after not making a sound the entire incident. It was just too much all at once.

“Getting all these are you okay messages loud and clear as well.” He added. Maybe that would get the suit to stop repeating itself in various ways.

[transvavsquad]

Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task.

We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. {This part always hits hard

one of my favorites is:

and the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. and the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. and the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.

you are the player. the story. the program. the human. made from nothing but milk and love.

let's go further back.

the seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. so the player, too, is information from a star.

[xraynarvaez]

I see a pony xnv au and I have some thoughts I would love to share. Okay so what if Vav’s cutiemark deals with his ability to slomo, like that’s the type of magic he excels at? And he doesn’t even think to try that sort of magic until they become proper heroes with Hilda’s help? Like Hilda gives Xray the lazer glasses still, but Vav gets a magic enhancer because she assumes he has pisspoor magic skills, and he never fully catches exactly what it is and thinks it’s a way to stun villains to 1/?

capture them better. So his brain makes the leap to slo mo some how. Which is not at all what it’s supposed to do but Hilda isn’t going to argue with results, especially after it helped a late bloomer get his cutie mark. (Which also explains why the teacup is so dang strong when Vav uses it since it’s taking in amplified magic). As for XRay, I’d imagine that he maybe gets his cutie mark when he and Vav first try and stop a villain or mugging or something and gets glasses with swirly lenses. 2/? 

Whomever they’re against is laughing and saying he’s a fucking nerd and to go home and read a book. Of Course XRay refuses and well things go how you expect. XRay is saying that he’s going to fight destiny when they go home to lick their wounds. Little does he know that his cutie mark was meant to guide him, guide him to Hilda to get his glasses and become the hero he was meant to be. You bet as soon as Vav sees the Glasses XRay gets from Hilda he puts two and two together and tells XRay. 3/3

Thanks!! I love this!!

(and if you want to share more thoughts on this au please do)

[eunoiagora-blog]

Welp, here's Aevus. Dialga. Aria's brother. Whatever you want to call him, he's just squinting at Kyurem, as if trying to read his mind. After a few moments he gives a small smile. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, but Aevus figured it was best to be polite. For now, at least. "Hey, I don't know if Aria told you about me, but I'm her brother Aevus. Nice to meet you."

     Kervin decided, in this moment, that Lady Luck had left him to his own devices. First, a horrifying experience with the Almighty. Now, it was Father Time, here to glare daggers at him because of his choice to be in a relationship with the Steel Dragon’s sister. He cleared his throat, mentally taking clear note of how the smile didn’t feel like a smile. It felt like a formality.

     He knew, then, that the dad wasn’t the one to worry about. At least their father seemed genuine in his smile.

     “Aevus, yes. She has, many times. You and Garrett are talked about a lot,” he nodded and offered a hand out. Hopefully he didn’t regret this decision... Aevus could very easily hurt him. “Kervin, I’m Kervin.”

[timeblooded-archived]

There's a Satanpede. They gave their temporal brother the same look they gave him at their reunion, before... Hugging him. Awh. "... Dun' get lost again, aight? If ya do, I'ma go lookin' fer ya, an' then I'ma drag ya ass back home. Aight?"

At first Dialga didn’t know what to expect from his sibling when he noticed them coming over. The last time they spoke, Giratina had really torn him a new one (that was the expression, wasn’t it?) about his disappearance. 

Not that he didn’t deserve it, but he was tense all the same.

Needless to say, the last thing he expected was a hug. There was a short moment of hesitation before he gave a hug back. He did miss his family while he was away, so who could blame him? For him, the hug was a silent promise that he wouldn’t get lost again. 

“Alright. I’ll hold you to that.”

[zoruui]

Ah hello! I just stumbled across your blog and I'm absolutely in love with you Jasper and Jason AU. I was wondering if I could perhaps make an ask blog based off of you Jasper. If not I'm completely fine with that!

Thanks, really appreciate it! So long as credit is given, I am A-OK! Good luck with the blog!

[timebranded]

“Hmm...now that I think about it, it’s kind of weird that I haven’t heard from Aevus in a while. I hope he got the message that I’m not in Sinnoh.”

“Who’s Aevus?”

Oh, did he say that out loud? “Aevus is...”

 He took a moment before giving his answer. Hilbert’s a Hero too, so Lucas supposed that he could be open about this. Right? “I guess you could say that Aevus is to me, what Reshi is to Hilbert.”

GASP! “You’re a Hero too?! Why didn’t you say anything?! Why didn’t Reshi say anything?!”

“Lucas asked them not to. He’s always been somewhat tight-lipped about that fact. Understandably so, but that doesn’t make it any less frustrating.” 

Both Carmen and Lucas screamed when the newcomer suddenly made himself known. Lucas was the first to say something, though: “Aevus?! How the hell did you get here?! And how do you know I asked them?!” 

“They told me when they let me into the apartment.”

[aevus-blogging]

Hi, I'm not sure if you're going to still do my fic request (the karaoke one) after what happened with RH (and I don't blame you, what he did was disgusting)

Unless you're going to do the "Seperate the character from the person" thing @how-do-u-art suggested, I'm fine with the fic never existing (I don't even know if you're still in the RT/AH fandom tbh)

😼

Hey there. This, oof, this took me a while to answer, one part not checking my inbox, and one part me debating on what I was even gonna do with all my ah writings. And well, I ended up deciding to drop all my wips that had JRH in it and just take a bit of time. I’m still going to write for ah, mostly fahc and aus, in fact I’m revamping my Fahc animorphs au and once i have the first fic in that series mostly plotted I’ll begin writing and posting that. The only other Fic of mine I’ll be revamping is Fallen Androids, as that au initially started out with ocs with a friend that fell through and I decided to flesh it out with ah. But that one is taking a back seat till I can restructure the plot to still have the basics of what I wanted and make it not feel like I’m just slipping someone into JRH’s role.

As for your requests, and any others in my inbox about JRH, Some, like the penthouse fuckery I’ll keep, and use them to help me ease back into writing fahc, while the karaoke one I might not do. I’m dropping JRH forever. I simply can not separate that vile beast of a man from his creations. I will never use another iteration of that man in my fics unless it is for him to be the villain who gets violently killed for catharsis, and even then it’s not likely.

And as a final note, thank you. Thank you for all the prompts you’ve sent me and the support 😺.

💜

[transvavsquad]

*Looks at my own myatt rp blog i’ve long abandoned* Don’t do it hoe

solidarity, honestly

but maybe if it’s matt i’ll actually do something with him

[xraynarvaez]

*Sees Lazer Team* *Punches that Reblog* HELL YEAH (I fucking love Lazer Team so much you don’t understand I have like five aus and I need to stop)

HELL YEAH

I absolutely love Lazer Team with all my heart!! It’s one of my favorite movies! (though the 2nd one is not great in my opinion)  

I would love to hear about your aus

[aevus-blogging]

You do know every dream critical stuff I've seen you reblog is lies, right? I'm not a stan or anything, I just like to be informed.

Look, I do not like the man. I gave him the benefit of the doubt before, but he has time and time again shown that he is a scummy person. You are obviously not informed as you claim to be if you say everything I reblog is lies. This will be the only ask I answer pertaining to dream. If you do not like my views on dream, unfollow me. It’s that simple.

[aevus-blogging]

The LS Police Commissioner walks into the interrogation room and drops a Manila folder on the table, inside the folder is a myriad of photos of the Fakes all dead in various ways; Trevor on a beach, a large shark bite taken out of his side, crimson blood staining the white sand; Jeremy with at least a dozen bullet holes in his chest; Gavin with his throat slit from a joke mugging gone horribly wrong; (1/?)

(Sorry the second part of this took a bit, my train of thought derailed on me) ...Michael surrounded by a pool of blood, a crashed Oppressor nearby in flames; and many, many more. "You and your crew have been shot, stabbed, poisoned, run over, fallen from planes and just in general *died* more times than anyone in this city can count, yet somehow you *Cockroaches won't. stay. down.*" The commissioner seethed (2/?) (Stuff between ** are emphasized since I can't really do that in an ask)

"But now, there's nowhere for you to run," he continued "and no way the rest of the Fakes can bust you out of here, so, Kingpin, *Geoff* you and I are going to sit down and have a nice long chat about *how* exactly you bastards have cheated death itself." (The fic can start before this prompt and explain how Geoff ended up in such a mess, and use the prompt in the story itself or after and Geoff tries to explain why/how the FAHCs are immortal) -😼

Quick Warning that the second paragraph has descriptions of death/dead bodies

The commissioner, a highly praised and decorated police officer, walked into the small interrogation room. He kept his head held high as he looked at the man before him. This was one of the most dangerous men in the city, one of the most elusive as well. Of course it had only been a matter of time before he was caught, people like him always got caught in the end. The man before him was shackled to the table, unable to leave. The Commissioner couldn’t help the smug grin that danced on his lips for the briefest of seconds as he looked at the criminal before him before returning to a sneer. He still had things to

The Commissioner tossed a manilla envelope onto the table as he sat down across from the fake, a few of the pictures inside spilling out. All were gruesome deaths of the other’s crewmates. Collins sprawled on a pristine beach, minus the red dyed sand surrounding him from the torn off leg. Rimmy Tim riddled with bullets lying on the cold hard concrete after a heist gone wrong. The Golden Boy slumped against a wall, throat torn out from a mugging gone wrong, blood coating his much too expensive clothes. Mogar surrounded by the twisted wreckage of an oppressor. Patillo shot clean through the head at the controls of a falling helicopter. The Sauce with a jagged piece of metal going straight through his chest, surrounded by the red that once was his blood. The Phoenix, a charred mess after getting too close to one of Mogar’s explosions. The Vagabond a crumpled mess on the roof of a car, parachute failed to deploy after jumping from some sort of air vehicle. And finally the Kingpin himself, slumped at a card table, mouth frothing after drinking some sort of poisonous liquid.

“These are only a sliver of the recorded deaths of your crew. Yet somehow each and every time one of you die you don’t. The next day you pop back up with some new brand of mischief. Time and time again this city has watched you all die, yet like the cockroaches you are you just don’t say down.” The man sneered angrily at the Fake in front of him who seemed no more interested in any of this then if he were reading the dictionary.

“But right now we have you locked up here, no chance for the rest of these cockroaches to get you out. So you’re going to tell me Ramsey how exactly you’ve cheated death so many times.” He growled out.

Geoff looked up from his finger nails to stare impassively at the man before him. Commissioner Hyerty, a man who had been obsessed with capturing the fakes at all costs. He was a father of two with an estranged marriage, his wife cheating on him with a member of the Vegas, the man possibly being the true father of the Commissioner’s youngest. Geoff was no more afraid of him than one was afraid of a moth. If Geoff was honest the Commissioner was more of an annoyance than anything else.

“Hm. Would you believe me if I said I sucked off Thanatos?” Geoff asked, tone casual as he watched the man’s face turn into a brilliant red shade.

“This isn’t a fucking game Ramsey! You will be going to prison! Your crew will fall and one way or another your death defying secret will be revealed.” He said, Geoff just outright laughed at that. His family wouldn’t fall apart as easily as this man thought.

“This is no laughing matter!”

“Oh but it really is. You think you’re the one with the power here, I’m only still here because I haven’t actually cared to try and escape.” Geoff said, tone cocky as he smirked at the Commissioner. This just infuriated the man even more.

“I’ve been alive longer than your family has been in America. You don’t scare me more than a kitten scares me. I’ll be here long after you die. You are nothing to me.” The Immortal said, leaning back in his seat. If this pitiful man thought Geoff would spill his secrets then he was dead wrong. Not that Geoff himself even knew how immortality works. The just died and then woke up back in a relatively safe spot in a brand new body.

“Listen here you piece of shit. Right now I’m-“ Hyerty’s speech was cut off by a knock at the door. He let out a string of curses as he turned to the door.

“Who the fuck is it.” He shouted, the door opening up to reveal a demure light skinned african american. She was staring at the floor, her short hair hanging to the side of her head.

“Commissioner Hyerty, you’re needed at the front desk.” The woman said, keeping her voice low.

“Tell them I’m busy.” The commissioner huffed out.

“They said to tell you it had to deal with the Vagabond’s whereabouts.” The woman said. The man lit up at that, immediately standing up, chair abruptly falling behind him

“You should have led off with that!” He snarled at her, turning back to Ramsey

“We aren’t done here. Though if we have your lapdog you might be more willing to speak.” The man said, hurriedly leaving, not paying attention as he left, practically running over the woman. Or that she stayed behind with Ramsey, arms now crossed.

“You owe me a fucking suped up Deluxo Ramsey.” The woman huffed, the meek demeanor gone.

“If you can manage to get me out of here Nova it’s all yours.” Geoff agreed, a wide grin stretched across his face as Novaheld up a key ring, pucked off the commissioner as he oh so rudely bumped into her.

“You dare doubt me Geoff? Maybe I should just leave you here.” She said, going to leave.

“Fionaaaaaa. You can’t leave your boss in here to rot.” Geoff whined out causing Fiona to huff.

“I mean you could spend a day or two in here.” She ribbed as she turned around, walking over to Geoff to free him.

“But then I’d be out of a Deluxo.” She said as she freed his wrists. Geoff rubbed his wrists as Fiona undid his leg shackles.

“What you said about Ry?” He asked.

“Well, the boys are getting ready to give the station a gift or two.” She drawled out with a smirk on her face. Geoff laughed at that as he stood up. Leave it to his family to bring the fight to the station.

“We’ll be going out the back. Should be less guarded as most focus will be on the front.” She said, giving him an ear piece. Immediately he slipped it on. He saw Fiona pull out two semi auto pistols from god knows where exactly, one finding its way to Geoff’s hand.

“Geoffrey! You’re alive!” Came the voice of one Gavin Free.

“Of course he’s alive idiot. We’re immortal.” Michael bit out and Geoff could just imagine Gavin’s pouting face.

“You know what I meant boi.” Gavin whined.

“Of course Gavin,” Geoff said with a huff of amusement, “status of that Gift Fiona mentioned?”

“Arrived and waiting for the signal.” Michael answered.

“Well then, why don’t we get this show on the road?” The moment the word’s left Geoff’s lips an explosion rocked the building. The chaos was instant, the people in the building flooding to either leave the building or rush to the sound of the explosion. The duo slipped out of the interrogation room to make their grand escape. With the room already being towards the back, they managed to get to the back door without much fuss. Of course there were men guarding the back exit, but they never stood a chance between the two fakes. From their it was a quick jaunt to where Jack was waiting in the getaway car.

“So about that Deluxo.” Fiona said as soon as they were speeding off to safety, causing Geoff to laugh.

“What color?” He asked her.

[aevus-blogging]

The "I'm at soup/WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!?!" Thing with FAHC Michael and Gavin :))

Yes yes my dear anon. Sorry it took so long to write this shitty oneshot but IRL stuff and procratination you know? It’s 559 words of absolute crack and I have no rgrets in writing this.

And to the other anon who gave me the Gav and Lil J prompt, I have a whole ass au that I’m making cause of the crimmies and honestly that prompt fits in really well for the au, so I’m gonna flesh that au out a bit more before writing that oneshot, but it will be done! I promise!

Gavin let out a short huff as he entered yet another endless aisle of soup. This was getting ridiculous. Surely there had to be something other than just soup! Gavin heard the tell talle sound of Michael’s ringtone and picked it up, shoving his phone to his ear as he continued down the aisle

“I need your help! Can you come here?” The explosions expert said. Michael was excited about something judging by his tone of voice

“Well, I can't. I'm buying clothes.” Gavin huffed out, perhaps slightly miffed he was going to miss out on whatever stunt his fellow lad was about to pull.

“Alright, hurry up then come over here.” Gavin could hear the eyeroll in Michael’s words

“I can't find them.” The grifter said flatly, staring at the monumentous shelf of soup in front if him, taunting him.

“What do you mean you can't find them?” Michael was beginning to sound a bit miffed now

“I can't find them. There's only soup.” Gavin replied, face morphing into a deep frown. For a few seconds Michael was quiet, processing Gavin’s words.

“Whaddya mean "there's only soup"?” Michael sounded exasperated as all hell as he spoke.

“It means there's only soup!” Gavin was quite clear in his words. He could only see god damned soup

“Well get out of the soup aisle!” Michael shouted at him, causing Gavin to wince slightly at the loud voice right next to his ear

“Alright, you don't have to shout at me,” Gavin grumbled as he trudged to the next aisle, rubbing his ear with his free hand. Surprise surprise all he could see were these god forsaken cans, “There's more soup!”

“Whaddya mean "there's more soup"?!” Michael sounded like he was ready to throttle Gavin, and Gavin knew if they were in the same room Michael would have smacked the back of his head

“There's just more soup!” The Brit told Michael causing the New Jersite to let out a noise of frustration.

“Go into the next aisle!” Gavin huffed at the order, but did as Michael said, moving to the next aisle. In front of him lay shelves of neatly stacked cans, cans taunting him with their ingredients inside

“There's still soup!” Gavin was on the verge of screaming. Why. Why did this place only have cans and cans of soup!

“Where are you right now?!” Michael demanded, barely containing the anger in his voice

“I'm at soup!” Gavin said. Surely Soup had just been a name, not describing the actual contents of the store

“WHADDYA MEAN YOU'RE "AT SOUP"!?” Michael yelled out

“I MEAN I'M AT SOUP!” Gavin yelled back, and down the aisle he could see a lady swiftly turn around and walk the opposite direction, not wanting to deal with whatever problem Gavin was having

“WHAT'S STORE ARE YOU IN?!” Did michael not here him? Gavin quite clearly told him.

“I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!!” Gavin repeated, getting fed up and just wanting to hang up at this point

“WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!” Michael all but roared, causing Gavin’s anger to rise. He was fucking done with this

“FUCK YOU!!” Gavin shouted into his phone, angrily disconnecting the call as his face burned a bright red as he jammed his phone in his pocket and began stalking done the aisle of soup

[aevus-blogging]

The Crew is faced with a dead-end alley between two very tall buildings (think Urban Fantasy AU) Michael *climbs up with his claws* Ryan *Teleports* Gavin *spreads his golden wings and flys* Jeremy *Parkours up* Geoff *Who has no special abilities*: ... I'm just gonna take the stairs. -😺

Dear Sir Cat Anon, I don’t know what exactly you expected upon sending this, but I present you an urban fantasy au oneshot. I went perhaps a bit outside what you gave me, but I got an idea and went with it.

———————

It was supposed to be an easy in and out. The apothecary was a front for a necromancy ring, and gods the balance was too wrong to let it go. All they had to do was get in, destroy the nomicon and get out. It should have been easy. They had forgotten to factor in the modern eras own personal wonder, the automatic alarm system.

Ryan had easily gotten in, the spectre of death simply teleporting in. Unfortunately he hadn’t thought to check the shop for an alarm system when he went to let the other two in. As soon as he had opened the door the alarm went off, causing the Werebear and the Chimera to stiffen.

“Oh great.” Gavin huffed, wings angrily flapping behind him as he fiddled with his golden choker.

“Don’t give me that. Trash the store while I search.” Ryan snapped at the chimera. As a Soul Reaper Ryan had a much stronger connection to death than the others, the nomicon should theoretically sing with Death energy. Gavin rolled his eyes, clicking and hissing in an ancient tongue that even if Ryan heard would have flown over his head.

“Gavvers let the scary death dude do his job. Ours is to make this seem like an act of vandalism.” Michael gruffed out, already tearing down a bookshelf. Gavin winced at the crash and shattering of glass as the shelf of crystal balls met the floor. Gavin honestly didn’t know why he was chosen to trash the store instead of stand look out. He was much better with a scope than Jeremy. But Gavin complied, taking a rock and throwing it at the window from the outside for that extra touch of realism. So far no sirens, then again this was Los Santos, the cops probably had three other robberies to deal with as well right now. Gavin was about to ask what was taking Ryan so long when he heard a scream of pain from the reaper.

“Ryan!” Gavin called out, rushing through the ruined shop to get to his crew mate and friend.

“Stay back!” Ryan growled out, in the back of the shop. Did Gavin or Michael listen? No. The two burst into the back, seeing Ryan trapped in a very ornate sigil. Michael was immediately reeling back, a snarl on his throat. Gavin could feel the energy radiating from the sigil, could feel out sucking at his energy like a black hole.

“Trapping Sigil. Designed to kill and leech a magical entity of its energy.” Ryan grit out, cracks showing on his skin. “Fail safe on their nomicon, only activated when i destroyed it.”

“Geoff we-“ Michael shot into the comms before being stopped by Ryan.

“He won’t make it in time. You two go.”

“We can’t. I won’t.” Gavin growled out, wings flaring. The sigil was well made, but Gavin could destroy it.

“You don’t understand, this is arcane magic Gavin!” Ryan shouted, Gavin only looked at Ryan, eye glowing gold, same with the choker he always wore.

“I know Soul Reaper.” Gavin said, voice echoing as if spoken by ten of him at once. For the first time in a millenia Gavin was letting his true power leak through the facade he kept up. The ‘Chimera’ reached out, touching and shattering the sigil containing Ryan. The Reaper fell to his knees as he was freed while Michael could only watch in awe.

“Ryan, can you walk?” Gavin asked, glow subsiding as he returned to ‘normal’.

“Yes I can Seraphim.” Ryan said, causing Gavin to flinch a bit.

“Dickheads, we need to go now!” Geoff yelled into the comms. Ryan gave Gavin a look as he stood up.

“Right, we destroyed the book, we’re heading out.” Ryan said. Gavin knew Ryan had questions for him, that Michael would as well. Once everyone was safe Gavin knew he’d have to spill. But for now, escape. Gavin could hear sirens approaching and followed Ryan out. The trio booked it out of the vandalised apothecary and to the meeting place were Geoff and Jeremy were waiting.

“Jack’s got a car for us near the Theatre and Scalp intersection.” The witch told them, taking in the trio’s appearance and frowning.

“What happened?”

“We’ll explain when we get home Geoff.” Gavin said. Now was not the time to reveal to the world who he was. Gods knew what would happen. Geoff looked like he wanted to argue, but with the sound of sirens drawing closer he knew better than to argue.

“Fine. We only have a few blocks to go.” Geoff said before a cop car pulled out onto their street, headlights illuminating them.

“Run!” Jeremy shouted, turning around and just racing down the street. The others rushed to follow the son of Hermes as the police car revved after them. The quintet was practically herded into an alley by the cop, police car parked so that none of the five could run out without running into the other cop, blocking them in.

“Freeze! Put your hands behind your head and get on your knees!” The coo shouted, aiming his gun at them. The crew exchanged a quick glance before Ryan shrugged and just vanished, teleporting to the roof tops.

“No thanks Mate!” Gavin called out to the man, spreading his wings and launching up. The man looked frantic as he tried aiming at the winged man with shaky hands. Next to go was Michael, partially shifting so that he could use his massive claws to dig into the wall to climb it. Once Michael was about halfway up Jeremy gave the cop a two fingered salute before running at the wall, using his parkour skills and the crevices Michael had made to climb up after the werebear.

“I’m always the one stuck on the ground.” Geoff muttered as the cop trained his gun back on the witch.

“On your knees!” The cop shouted, trembling as he advanced on Geoff. Geoff just glared at the man, muttering a sleeping spell and flicking it at the cop. Down he went, gun clattering to the cold asphalt. Geoff shoved his hands in his pockets as he climbed the fire escape, muttering the whole time.

The group was waiting for him at the top of the building. Geoff gave each of them a glare, slightly bitter none had stayed to help. Ryan huffed and raised his hands and shook his head.

“Don’t give me that look, I’m running on empty.” The Reaper said.

“Yeah yeah. Let’s just get to Jack.” Geoff huffed out. The group followed his lead along the rooftops, ignoring the fading sound of sirens as they reached the meeting place. Just below them a midnight blue suv was waiting for them. One by one they descended, Gavin carrying Geoff this time. In no time the suv was packed full and their Selkie driver was looking over at all of them.

“Fun night boys?” They asked, a small smile on their face.

“The most Jack.” Geoff huffed out. Jack just laughed and started the drive back home.

“You three have some explaining to do.” Geoff said, looking at Gavin, Michael, and Ryan.