|Hey guys! Sorry for the wait. 6 months! Life's been a bitch. With an emotional breakdown and so many exams to study for, I'm even surprised I got this up. Bad news though, I'm off to boarding school today! I slaved over this all day yesterday and early today so I could get this up for you guys! I'll be back for midterm exeat (break) in a month and a half so I'll work on the next chapter and upload it then. Sorry if it seems rushed, I'm functioning on, like zero sleep and my fingers are cramping. In the meantime, enjoy! By the way, all the words between these || are in bold and in these / are in italics. I just gave up on editing when I kept getting sent back.|
Chapter 3: House of Unusual Behaviours and Newer Newbies
"Host?" Patricia asked as she stared at the paper. "What in the holy hell is a host?"
"I have no idea." Fabian muttered, distracted. What did a host have to do with this mystery?!
"Guys!" Mara yelled suddenly from behind the door. "Victor's yelling at us to leave. If you want to grab something to eat, I suggest you come out /now/!"
"Okay!" Fabian yelled back. "We're coming!"
He stood up from his spot on Sammy's bed and said, "We'll figure this out later, right now, nutrition."
The rest of Sibuna chuckled as they followed Fabian out of the room. Fabian pocketed the note and quickly made his way down the stairs, bumping into Sammy, who had just gotten back, at the bottom.
"Sorry." he muttered unintelligibly.
"It's okay." she amended. "Hey, were you guys in my room?"
"Yeah, why?" Eddie asked.
"Oh, nothing, just curious." she answered, not looking at Eddie, but rather, at the door leading to the girls' rooms. "I'll be right back."
She raced up the stairs, her satchel flying behind her. She got to the top and threw the door open, dashing in and slamming the door behind her.
"No slamming doors!" Victor yelled from in his office.
"Sorry!" Sammy yelled back.
"Well that was strange." Alfie said after a few seconds of silence. "And that's coming from me."
"Well, strange as that was, I'm hungry." Nina said, walking past Patricia and towards the dining area. The rest followed, caught up in conversation. Walking into the dining area, they arrived in time to see Jerome and Joy arguing.
"Oh Lordy, here we go again." Patricia.
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Sammy walked into her shared room and sniffed frantically. Finding the scent she was looking for, she muttered, "/Shit/."
She raced towards the backpack she kept beside her bed and dug through it quickly, pulling out a black watch, a thin, gold band and couple of piercings. She stuck two of the piercings on the top of her right ear, one in her left eyebrow and put the ring on her right index finger. Sticking the watch in her pocket, she threw herself onto her bed and took in a couple of deep breaths. She shut her eyes tight and reached into her back pocket, to pull out an inhaler.
She depressed the container and breathed in the relief-giving gas, practically shaking. "He wants to kill me, I just know it."
She sat up and got up off her bed, shoving the inhaler into her back pocket once again. "He knows we can't handle it in a major's presence and he goes and practically farts in my room!"
She zipped up the backpack and leant it against her beside drawer. Straightening up her jacket, she walked towards the door and opened it when a postcard fell at her feet.
"The hell?"she asked nobody in particular as she bent over to pick up the card. On one side, it had a picture of two falcons in a nest and on the other, it read;
/Good luck/
- -Lord-H- Dad
She didn't know whether to smile or toss the card, so she put it in her jacket pocket and strolled slowly out of the room.
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Downstairs, Byron sat eating his Cheerios while watching Jerome and Joy argue, amused.
Sammy walked in right then and took a seat next to him. "What are they fighting about?"
"I don't know, right now it's just white noise." he answered. "All I know is Jerome's in the doghouse."
"Ooh." Sammy replied. "She looks pissed."
"Extremely!" Joy yelled.
Sammy leaned in to whisper in Byron's ear, "I think she heard me."
"No duh."
"Well," Sammy started, talking more to herself than to anyone else. "What do I have first?"
She pulled her timetable out of her front pocket and examined it. "Drama. Shit. Why did I pick that as a subject again? It's not like it's going to be helpful in archaeology."
"Wait," Nina said, stopping suddenly behind Sammy. "You want to be an archaeologist?"
"Um, it's only my lifelong dream! You?" Sammy replied, jamming up her toast.
Nina took her seat next to Sammy. "Same!"
"I think we just found something in common. Favourite band?" Nina grinned. She'd just found a way to make rooming with Sammy more bearable.
"Between Twenty One Pilots and Thirty Seconds To Mars." Sammy answered.
"Oh my lord! I swear we could be like long lost siblings or something! " Nina smiled.
"Oh no, not more!" Sammy joked, grinning.
"Wait, how many siblings do you have?!" Nina asked. Time to get info on this new girl...
"Oh, don't even get me started! First off,-"
"Ms. Hudson, you have a phone call!" Victor boomed behind Nina, who jumped two feet off her seat when she heard his voice.
"Um, okay?" she replied uneasily. To Nina, she said, "I'll be back. " And to Byron, "I'll meet you at the main office, you can show me around from there."
"Kay." Byron replied.
She walked past Victor and made her way to his office. All the while, Victor yelled (no surprise), "Mr. Clarke, Ms. Mercer, please shut up and the rest of you, school. Now." before following Sammy up thenstairs to his office.
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/|BRRRIIINNG/|!
"And another school year begins!" Jerome smiled as he and Jerome strolled down the hallway.
"Yep." Alfie agreed, "Time to turn over a new leaf."
"Wait, what do you mean?" Jerome asked, the smile on his face disappearing. "I hope you mean the leaves outside and not our pranking, because then, who are you and what have you done with Alfie!"
"I'm serious, Jerome." Alfie said, "This is our last, and I mean /last/ year here and /we/ seriously need those credits or we don't go to college. And I kind of want to go to college."
Jerome sighed. "I guess you're right." he said. "This is going to be a prank and mischief free term for Jerome Clarke and Alfie Lewis. May they rest in peace."
"We're not dying, God!" Alfie said, shoving the taller boy.
"We might as well be. I mean, we've been pranking together the whole while we've been at this school. It's what we do. Imagine how everyone's going to react when they notice we haven't pulled a prank."
A girl next to them gasped. "See?!" Jerome said, pointing to her.
"I know what you mean, but that's their business, not ours." Alfie grinned. "So deal?" He held out his hand.
Jerome looked at it. "You're my best friend. I'm behind you one hundred percent." He knocked his hand aside. "Now to class."
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Sammy and Byron walked down the halls, trying to find Sammy's locker.
"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight,... ah hah! Ninety-nine! Here we are!" Sammy said. "Can I have the paper with my combination on it, please?"
"Here you go." Byron said, handing a slip to Sammy. She memorized the code and set to opening her locker. Byron watched, not noticing the tall, dark-skinned boy walking towards them. Leaning against the neighbouring locker, he grinned, "Hey Sammy."
"Hey Mar." Sammy replied, distracted. Seeing her struggle with her locker, Tall-dark-and-handsome, or Mar, quickly punched it, causing it to fly open.
"Thank you." Sammy muttered begrudgingly. Mar grinned. "You can smack your warlord father around, but open a flimsy locker and-"
"Mar, mort!" Sammy warned, smacking him as she placed her books in her locker. Byron watched the two quietly. Something about this 'Mar'guy unsettled him.
"Sorry." Mar said, though he didn't sound sorry at all. He turned to Byron, holding his hand out for him to shake. "Marcus Oliver, a friend of Sammy's. "
Immediately, all negative thoughts against Marcus grew. "Byron Calvin, Sammy's housemate." He shook Marcus' hand tensely.
Looking up close at Marcus now, he noticed a few things. First off, Marcus and Sammy were the exact same height (which was taller than him), and Marcus had a large, unsettling lock of grey in his curly black hair. He asked about it.
"Oh, it's nothing, just hair dye." he answered, but even to Byron, his smile looked forced. He let it go and suggested they get to class. Coincidentally, having Drama with them, Marcus followed.
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In the student lounge, the students were bustling about, catching up rather noisily while Ms. Valentine stood on stage trying to get their attention and failing. As they walked in, Marcus and Sammy noticed the teacher trying in vain to get the students' attention and decided to help out. Sticking their pinkies in their mouths, they let out a sharp whistle and the room immediately quieted down. Feeling the stares of everyone present, they shrugged.
"Thanksgivings are messy." they said in unison.
"Well," Ms. Valentine said before the noise could continue, "Thank you..."
"Sammy." "Marcus."
"Anyway," Ms. Valentine said uncomfortable. "I was /trying/ to welcome you guys back and tell you guys some big news but-"
"NO!" "Tell us!" the class yelled out frantically.
Ms. Valentine smirked. "Quiet down and I will." The students immediately shut up and took their seats. Sammy, Marcus and Byron took seats next to Nina, Eddie, Fabian and Alfie as Ms. Valentine pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. Reading out loud, she said, "This year, to honor the current graduatees, the school, is letting them come up with ideas for a play, I know, it's been done before, but this time you have help of the graduates who are staying back this term."
"Each one of you must have a role to play in the production of the play, be it cast or crew. The good news is you have free reign over what the play is about. Expenses must be listed and reviewed by the headmaster as we, the school, are paying for the props and such. Auditions are to be held this week, no later. Um, what else... Oh yeah, the show is the day before you graduate."
The class buzzed lightly as the information sunk in. It wasn't that good a news, but it was better than nothing. And freedom of production! No one telling them what to put in the play! This was going to be good.
"Hey." Marcus nudged Sammy. "You should write for it."
"I dunno if I should." she muttered quietly. "We came here f-"
"But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves along the way." Marcus pointed out. "And you love writing."
"I'll think about it." Sammy answered.
"No, you're doing it. Whether I have to send in one of your stories or no." Sammy didn't answer. Byron noticed her being quiet and nudged her.
/Here we go./ she thought. "Yes, Byron." she said sweetly.
"What's got you so quiet?" he asked. She shook her head. "Nothing really. Just thinking."
"About?" Byron asked, locking his gaze on Sammy's eyes. They were brown, but they had a strange hue about them, like there were other colors, different colors, behind both of them.
"Priorities." she responded shortly.
"What priorities?" Byron replied. She looked away. "My dad or myself. Let's just leave it at that."
Byron got the hidden message. /Don't ask if you aren't cruising for a bruising, buddy boy./
"Okay, Miss /Priorities/." Byron grinned. "What do you do for fun?",
"Oh, not much." Sammy replied.
"You're kidding me, right?" Byron gaped. "You like the type to blowtorch the heads off dolls for fun."
"... You know what?" Sammy grinned, glancing to the side. "I'll think up something for us to do together later this week when Ms. Valentine isn't giving us the evil eye. Sound good?"
Byron looked to the older woman and sure enough, she was glaring at them while the rest of the class was preoccupied with planning the show.
He looked away, completely not noticing Sammy
Meanwhile, the others -Eddie, Fabian, Nina and Alfie- sat discussing the host situation.
"What do you think it is?" Eddie asked Fabian. Fabian sat staring at the leaf.
"I don't know what to think." he answered. "At least we know it says host for sure."
"How?" Alfie asked. Fabian shifted uncomfortably as he gestured for Nina to answer.
"It's the only coherent combination." she said. "All other combinations of hieroglyph translations just don't make as much sense, not that this one does either."
"What I don't get is, why is there a-"
"A vowel, I know." Nina said, cutting Fabian off. "The guy in the smoke said something about special circumstances, though I feel there is more to it than that."
"Huh." Fabian replied. "The only problem is I've never heard of hosts in relation to Egyptian mythology. This is fairly news to me."
"It's news to me too." Nina added. "It doesn't help that this clue came from some creepy guy from out of nowhere. Even if we do get info on this host and twisted flax, it does nothing."
"Exactly." Fabian agreed. "Either way, solved or no, we're stuck. "
"Well, we can at least try." Alfie cut in. "Fabian, you said you hadn't heard of it, that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. We just have to dig deeper, is all."
"Alfie's right. Surprisingly." Eddie said. "How 'bout you two research in library and Alfie and I will research on the Internet. We'll cover twice as much ground that way."
Fabian nodded, seeing through Eddie's suggestion. He knew was giving he and Nina some time alone to talk. Fabian appreciated that, he just hoped things wouldn't end the way they did when they 'talked' two terms before.
"That's a great idea." Nina answered. "We have a free period in an hour. We can go then."
"Great." he smiled. Nina got up to sit next to Sammy and talk, leaving the boys alone. Once she was out of earshot, Fabian turned to Eddie. "Thank you so much Eddie." he whispered hurriedly.
Eddie grinned. "No problem, Fabian." he replied. "Just doing my job."
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After Drama, the housemates gathered around Fabian's locker, which happened to be the closest and chatted (read: Interrogated Sammy).
"So," Nina started, smiling slyly. "What's going on with you and Marcus?"
"Aside from the fact that he's my b-"
"Hey there," Marcus said, walking up to the group, "Could I borrow Sam for a sec? Really important stuff! Okay, THANKS!" He pulled Sammy away roughly and dragged her out of earshot.
"Sam, huh?" Nina grinned as they watched Sammy and Marcus talking some ways away. Sammy stood, her arms crossed over her chest defiantly as Marcus hurriedly explained something to her. She smirked and mouthed "/Is that all?/"
Marcus defeatedly said something else and Sammy paused, a playfully thoughtful expression on her face. Marcus visibly whined and Sammy nodded, laughing. At this, Marcus threw his arms around her and lifted her up, swinging her from side to side.
Sammy laughed. "Let me go, you lovesick oaf! I don't care if I've known you since birth! Personal space rules still apply to you!"
He put her down, apologizing and they laughed at something he said. Sammy looked over just in time to see Byron storm off angrily. She looked confused, as did the housemates present, and said something quickly to Marcus before following after Byron.
"Well, that was slightly dramatic." Fabian commented as Marcus walked up to them, his gaze focused on where the two had run off.
"Yeah." Marcus answered breathily.
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"Byron, I swear to God, if you don't slow down, I will /neuter/ you!" Sammy yelled as she ran after the boy, but Byron kept going, ignoring her.
"Byron!" Sammy yelled again. Byron kept going. Finally, with a slightly inhuman burst of energy, Sammy sprinted forward and tackled him down. "/Timber!/"
Taken by surprise, Byron fell (obviously) and landed on his chest. Still in daze, he felt himself being flipped over and looked up to see Sammy straddling him.
"What," she started, "Is your problem?"
"I have a class to get to." Byron answered uneasily.
"We all have a class to get to, but you and I both know that is not why you ran off." Sammy answered, panting slightly. She shifted slightly and gripped Byron's arms tightly, leaning down to whisper in Byron's ear. "I'm getting off you, not because I want to, but because I think I hear footsteps and I really don't want detention today."
Byron shivered. He'd been too focused on her to notice the footsteps, but now that she mentioned it, he did hear the heavy footfalls of someone approaching. Sammy got off him and helped him up just as a teacher walked up to the two of them.
"What are the two of you doing out of class? Go on, get to class!" she said, shooing them off.
Byron and Sammy laughed and walked off, shoving each other jokingly.
"So, what's your next class?" Byron asked, sobering up. Sammy pulled out the crumpled timetable and read out. "Biology."
"This way then." he said, grabbing her arm and leading her down the hallway to their right. They walked for a while before stopping in front of an open door.
Byron rubbed his hands together. "Sammy, about earlier-"
"Forgotten." she answered, grinning. "Just... lead the way."
"We're here." he said. She perked up instantly.
"I /just/ remembered." she said through her teeth. "I left my Bio textbook in my locker. I'll just go get it real quick." She started walking away.
"I'll go with you-"
"No!" she yelled. "I need to learn my way around anyways. If I get lost, I'll call you. Save me a seat, yeah?"
"Yeah." Byron smiled. "I'll save you a seat. See you!" He walked in, leaving Sammy in the hallway.
Once the coast was clear, Sammy rushed towards a boy hurriedly shuffling through his locker. She plucked the baseball cap off his head and swiped at the rim.
"Mind explaining this?" she said, shoving the cap back to the boy and holding up a goopy finger. "And don't tell me it's itch cream, because I know itch cream and this, wazzbag, is /not/ itch cream."
The boy sighed, shoving the cap into his back pocket. "So, you're the one he told me to look out for."
"One of them. Now start explaining how my uncle roped you in." she said, flicking the goop off her finger and crossing her arms.
"I don't need to explain anything to you." the boy said.
"So you're a newbie then." she pointed out.
"How on Earth did you come up with that?" he said, offended.
"I just thought if you'd been working for him a long time, you'd know bad things happen to those who say no." she shrugged. "When you're ready to talk, ask my uncle how to contact me."
She turned to walk away. "I'm sure you'll be waiting by the phone, then." She turned back around.
"It seems I need to issue you a warning. Mess with anything you shouldn't and I will pound you into paper, got it?" she seethed.
The boy laughed. It looked funny to him as Sammy was shorter than he was and she had to look up to him to threaten him. "Ooh, I'm so scared." he said, sarcastic.
Sammy took in a deep breath and reached out, cobra quick, and clutched the boy's collar. "Try me." she said, forcing him to look in her eyes. Whatever he saw must've scared him silly, because he started shaking. "I dare you."
She shoved him away and walked back to the Biology room.
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In the house, more specifically in Nina's and Sammy's room, a black falcon flew in through the window Sammy had opened the previous night and landed on Nina's bed. It carefully slipped off a note attached to its leg and laid it on the pillow. Done with its job, it flew out of the the window, squawking loudly.
Moments later, the door flew open and Victor stumbled wildly in. He looked around and looked satisfied that everything was in place. The note remained invisible to him and he walked out, closing the door behind him.
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"So, that actually happened?!" Byron asked as he and Sammy exited the Biology room.
"Yeah, last week." Sammy affirmed. Byron burst laughing. "Somehow, that makes me feel better about Marcus."
"How so?" Sammy smirked.
"I don't know why, but he gives me a bad feeling." he answered honestly.
"Marcus. Gives you a bad feeling?" Sammy asked incredulously. This was new to her. Usually, people thought Marcus was a life-sized teddy bear or something of the sort, never that he gave them a bad feeling. She was (naturally) intrigued.
"Yeah." Byron answered. "It's just-"
"Boo!" A shrill, squeaky rang in Sammy's ears.
"-My word, what in the hell is that?!" Sammy said, sticking her fingers in her ears. She looked to her side to see a blonde Barbie with a shorter-than-normal uniform smiling (too) sweetly at Byron. "Boo?!" she asked Byron, her brows cocked.
"No!" Byron yelled a little too quickly. "Stacy stop calling me that!"
"But boo!" she whined. "We- Ugh, who is this?!" It seemed she had finally noticed Sammy.
Sammy turned to Barbie's evil twin, as she had taken to calling her in her head and glared. "And here I thought Brits were polite."
"I am!" Stacy yelled indignantly, stamping her right foot. She calmed down, glaring. "Typical American."
"I'm not even American!" Sammy yelled. "Just because someone has the accent, doesn't mean they are from that country, goddammit! I'm actually Italian. And Egyptian."
"No need to be so passionate about the lie, sweetie." Stacy gave her a once-over. "I just don't see it."
"Well of course you wouldn't. It's not like it's tattooed on my forehead or anything."
"Now that we've established /nothing/," Stacy dismissed, turning to Byron. "Why don't we ditch the pond scum, boo?"
"For the love of God, the guy doesn't wanna fucking talk to you, that much is obvious to even me!" Sammy yelled, exasperated.
"Language." Byron scolded, smacking on the shoulder.
"How can you walk around with such filth beside you, boo?" Stacy pleaded. Turning to Sammy, "How can you talk to me like that?!"
/Bipolar much?/, Sammy thought. Out loud, she said, "I can talk to you however I damn well please." she glared at the shorter girl.
"Just who do you think are?" Stacy went on without giving Sammy a chance to answer. "Do you know who I am?!"
"I don't know and I don't fucking care." Sammy growled.
Stacy scoffed. "Look here, mutt." she said, referring to Sammy's mixed nationality. "Just back off before I damage your already nonexistent rep or I swear-"
"Contrary to popular belief," Sammy interrupted coolly. "I came here to learn, not to be someone's puppet, got it?"
Stacy responded by shoving Sammy as hard as she could into the nearest locker. Showing no signs of feeling pain, Sammy laughed. "I have a four year old brother who shoves harder than that." she taunted darkly.
At that, Stacy fisted Sammy's jacket and pinned her against the locker. "Wow, I didn't know Barbie would willingly get physical." she laughed, making no effort to fight the girl off.
"Listen here, wretch!" Stacy fumed. "Hell on Earth is coming your way, courtesy-"
"Ooh, courtesy, big words." Sammy taunted, doing jazz hands. "Listen here, Sassy. I want nothing to do with you but it's your call. Just know that I won't go easy on you. Now I'm politely asking you to get off me before I try and injure you." Stacy made no move to let go of Sammy. "Fine, then."
She grabbed Stacy's wrists and yanked them off her jacket. "Thank you." she said sarcastically. She walked away from the blonde, but not before smacking her hands away as she tried to slap her. "Have a nice day."
"You know she wasn't kidding, right?" Byron said as they walked away from Stacy. Sammy chuckled. "I wasn't either."
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Fabian sat in the Frobisher library, surrounded by mountains of books. He quickly skimmed through the last page of the book he was holding and tossed it aside when he couldn't find what he wanted. Nina walked in at that moment and smiled softly. "Hey."
Fabian looked up and smiled shyly. "Hey Nina."
"Did you find anything yet?" Nina asked, pulling out a seat opposite the boy and grabbing a book from one of the mountains. Fabian sighed. "Not a thing."
After a few moments of silence, Fabian said, "You know what Eddie's trying to do, right?"
"It's so obvious." Nina answered, not looking away from her book. "I just wish he didn't have to."
"Have to...?" Fabian wondered out loud. Nina sighed.
"Force us to talk about it. That we could just get back together. No drama."
Fabian got up and went to sit next her. "As much as I want to get back together like /that/, and believe me I do, we have to talk. Iron things out."
"I know." she said, placing the book on the table. "I guess I should start-"
"No." Fabian said, cutting her off and leaning in. "No explanations. Just yes or no. You like me, yes or no?"
"Yes."
"You want to get back together, yes or no?"
"Yes." she said, reaching for his hand. He leaned in closer. "There it's as simple as that." he smiled.
"You're feeling nervous, yes or no?" Nina asked. Fabian laughed. "If I don't kiss you right now, I might just barf on you."
"Ew. Major turn-off." Nina said, turning away. Fabian turned away too, chuckling as he reached over to grab the book he'd been reading before. They smiled at each other and resumed reading.
A few minutes of reading later, they were interrupted by Eddie and Alfie running in loudly yelling, "Nina! Fabian!"
"Guys, this is library!" Fabian yelled back. "What do you want?"
"I had a vision!" Eddie yelled, excited. Nina gaped. "Wait, what?"
"You had a vision? How?!" Fabian asked.
"Alfie and I were in Nina's room looking for clues when I found a note on her pillow. I picked it up and voila! Vision!"
"What was in the vision?! Spit it out already!" Nina nagged.
"Well, in the vision..."
/In le vision/...
A tall, dark-skinned girl stood in darkness. She wore a baggy red and black striped sweater with knee-length denim shorts and a gold and silver mask covered her eyes and the top of her head for some strange reason. He stood with her arms crossed and tapping her foot as if waiting for someone.
Her wait was over as three figures approached, two guys and a girl. She threw her arms up in the air. "Finally!" she yelled in an Arabic accent. "Took you all long enough! I thought I would have to do this on my own!"
"Sorry, H. S here wanted to grab something quick before we came." the taller guy said, pointing to the girl in the yellow dress.
She held her hands up. "Don't ask me to explain myself, 'cause I won't. "
"Come on, guys. These kids are starved for information." she said as if she wasn't the same age, if not younger, than the housemates.
"Alright, alright." said the shorter boy, who wore a red and gray t-shirt. "Hi, I'm O-"
"Hey, we start in order. Thankyouverymuch." H scolded. "I'm H, twisted flax or whatever, and I'm the first part of the 'circle'. I'm sure the 'guy in the smoke' told you all about me so..." she gestured to O.
"Hi, I'm O, H's brother, the lasso, son of Osiris, second part of the circle. I remained in this time at the time of our birth so I'm actually only seventeen. No Khonsensual curse."
"I'm S. Daughter of Sekhmet. Folded cloth. Twenty-three. Third part of the circle." She gestured to the taller boy.
"Wow, you're a fun gal. Um, I'm T. Loaf. Boring name, I know. Um, I'm the fourth part of the circle, twenty-four."
"You're probably wondering why we called you here..." H said, smirking foolishly as she imitated a tv salesman. The others glared. "Trying to lighten the mood, /sheesh/."
"/Anyway/," H continued. "We left this note to establish a connection between our minds. We wanted to link with Nina, but judging by how she dealt with Senkhara and the fact that you're much /much/ calmer, we'll take what we can get."
"This link is in case you need help or stuff like that. /I'm/ always linked with you, so please keep it PG-13."
"What?" O laughed. "You're the biggest pervert I know and you're telling /him/ to keep it clean?!"
"They, on the other hand, are only going to be present when you need them most." H said, ignoring O. "So, try not to need them too much." They turned to leave but H stayed behind. "Oh, and Eddie?" Her eyes glowed red. "The crafted eyes hide the sight."
She started to walk away. "Meet me in the part of the woods closest to the house in two hours and I'll explain everything."
Then, the vision dissolved.