Everyone seemed to be a bit confused, so just to clarify, the mermaid is Seychelles. The human name I use for her is Michelle. Hope that helps! Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
With Toris and Feliks.
"So do you even, like, know what we're looking for?" Feliks asked as they walked through the throngs of people in the city streets.
"Not really...but surely we'll be able to tell." Toris replied in a whisper.
As they walked, they passed by a street performer playing mournful music on a violin and Feliks froze in his tracks to watch while Toris kept moving.
After a few moments the latter werewolf realized his friend was captivated by whatever show was going on and went back over to the blonde.
"Feliks now isn't the time."
"Tory just look at him."
Toris dutifully turned his head to look at the performer in question.
He would admit, the man, more like boy, seeing as Toris judged him to be younger then himself, played beautifully. Toris sighed as he looked the purple garbed boy up and down, he had an odd cowlick, circular glasses, and was wearing a heavy purple overcoat that reached down nearly to his ankles. He had a small beauty mark on his cheek and had begun humming softly to his music.
The moment he finished, he lowered his violin and gave a bow before lifted his open violin case and offered it forward for tips.
Every single human in the rather large crowd he had gathered basically fell into a frenzy to place money in the case.
After all of them had left, Toris and Feliks were left to stare in astonishment at what was possibly three hundred dollars stacked, crumpled, thrown or otherwise deposited into the case. Most of the tender was in dollar bills and coins, but it was money either way.
The boy raised an eyebrow to them expectantly, as if they should have done the same as many others.
Toris recalled a creature from the tome that could do just this with their music.
After a moment of waiting, the boy shrugged off their lack of donations and emptied all of the money from the violin case into a backpack that had been on the ground next to him. He zipped it shut and tucked his violin into the case.
Feliks seemed convinced.
"Hey!" He darted forward.
The boy looked surprised by the sudden approach and took a step back suspiciously.
"Ja?"
Feliks just stared at him with wide eyes, grinning like a lunatic.
"...a donation?" The bespectacled boy asked, it was a logical thing to assume.
"I would, I totally would, but I've got, like, zilch cash on me. Sorry!" Feliks said with a smile, bright green eyes glittering.
"So, like, have you ever, y'know, heard of the children of myth?"
Toris froze up, mouth agape at his best friend being so direct, and the purple garbed violinist instantly looked appalled.
"What? Is that some silly orchestra? I've been approached before, and I've always said no! Good day!" He said curtly before turning to stride away.
"Wait wait wait! It's not an orchestra! Hey! We're talking about guys who are a little less then normal!" Feliks cried out.
The boy froze and his grip on his violin tightened.
He turned slowly.
"I want no part in your labs or experiments." He said in a slow, deliberately controlled voice.
Toris blinked, looking at Feliks in surprise, he'd just gotten the mysterious musician to reveal that he was, indeed, one of them.
After recovering from said surprise, Toris took this moment to pipe up.
"Thats just it, though. We aren't hunters...we're others like...like you. The hunted." He said in a hushed voice.
Abnormal violet eyes glinted with curiosity from behind circular frames.
Just as fast as he'd strode away, he walked back, now looking slightly tuckered out from the exercise.
"Are you...different?" He asked, daring to appear hopeful.
Feliks grinned and flashed a double peace sign.
"Takes one to find one!" He exclaimed.
Toris was close to slapping a hand over Feliks's mouth, though it wasn't as crowded, the streets were far from deserted, and they were already getting several strange looks.
The brunette with the crazed cowlick extended the hand that wasn't clutching his violin case.
"My name is Roderich." He said.
Toris shook his hand, and instantly relented when Roderich winced at the unexpected strength of his grip.
"Sorry." He apologized quickly.
"I'm Toris, this is my best friend, Feliks." He said, gesturing to Feliks, who pounced for a handshake and shook Roderich's hand with both hands, up and down so hard Roderich was lifted off of his feet several times.
"Feliks, mind your strength." Toris hissed, as a fellow werewolf, Feliks also had an immense strength advantage over any normal human. He was a little less adept to controlling it though.
Roderich was still clenching at his violin case nervously.
"Where are you from?" Toris could tell Roderich was foreign, but couldn't guess the accent.
"Austria." Roderich responded.
"Really? I'm Lithuanian. Feliks is Polish."
"You know it! Warsaw is the best capital ever! I'll make everyones capital Warsaw!" Feliks cheered.
Toris sighed at his antics.
"Anyway, we wanted to extend an invitation to you." Toris pressed onward.
Still, the streets were filled with enough people to put the myth creatures hidden in plain sight on edge.
Roderich leaned forward slightly in order to pick up a whisper.
"We're bringing together all the myth creatures we can find. Forming a community of them in a cavern underground. We want you to join us."
Roderich leaned back, looking slightly startled by the news.
"Thats...it's incredible...I never would have dreamt it to be possible."
He murmured.
Toris smiled softly.
"Yeah, not many of the people we've brought in so far have. Everyone thinks they are alone in this world...the only ones who are so different. But there are a lot more of us then anyone could have ever imagined." He said.
Roderich nodded hurriedly several times.
"Of course I want to see it. But I need prof you're actually different."
Feliks grabbed Roderich by the wrist and took off.
"Feliks!" Toris yelped before running after them.
The runaway werewolf dragged the musician a ways down the street and into the first alley he could find.
"Ok!" Feliks screeched to a halt at the back of the alley and spun around to face the panting Austrian.
"Ta-da!" He removed his bright green military cap with a flourish and bowed dramatically as he unfurled his tail from beneath his jacket.
Roderich stared for a moment before walked up, pinching one Feliks's ears, and pulling.
"EEEEEK!" Feliks shrieked in a high pitched tone as he hand flew up to his ear and he whimpered.
"What was that for!?" He demanded.
Roderich swallowed hard.
"T-They're real."
"OF COURSE THEY ARE!" Feliks shouted indignantly, waving his arms around furiously.
Toris sighed heavily before stepping up.
"Will you come?" He asked.
Roderich looked from Feliks to Toris several times, then closed his eyes for a moment and made up his mind.
"Yes. I gladly will."
Amethyst: SO BORING
Alfred: You hate writing about happy recruiting processes that much?
Amethyst: YES.
Emil: ...ok then...where did me and Li Xiang go?
Amethyst: Back to the Sanctuary to nurse an unconscious mermaid. Duh.
Emil: Ah. Of course.
Amethyst: I AM enjoying what I am currently working on in pre writing right now!
Li Xiang: Oh. What, like, is it?
Amethyst: Well Lukas returns too...
Emil: NOOOOOO! *Covers his ears* No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no!
Li Xiang: *Runs over to Emil* It's ok! It's ok! I'll set them on fire if they hurt you! Don't worry!
Amethyst: *Squeals* THE HONGICE IS REAL!
Li Xiang and Emil: ...WHAT!?
Amethyst: NOTHING! FANGIRLING! NOTHING!
Kiku: So...that happened. Favorite follow and review. Arigato! *Bows*
