Gidyan Nyström

                “Oh —— oh that’s flippin’ cute, but no, no you’re wrong,” the hunter stated with a smile forming on her lips, head shaking from side to side. “Kelly’s got nothing on Eminem, anyone that has a logical understanding knows that Eminem literally ripped MGK a new one and you can not argue with that. Eminem won, end of discussion.”

Brielle knew she had her work cut out for her when she was cornered in an alleyway with Cyrus against mere humans a week ago. She panicked and that would not do well for her considering how unstable things were in the city. Her magic could only get her so far, thus, she enrolled herself in some combat and defense privates and was currently wrapping up her session with her instructor. “By the time we’re done, I’ll be able to slay a dragon, right?” 

Marie did something that she normally would not have allowed herself to do. The human fell on her back in the middle of central park and stared up at the sky. A sigh escaped from her lips. It was all too confusing. It was all too real. Now the introduction of werewolves to the list of things kept from her, her entire life. She felt someone approaching. “You ever find out something and you wonder what else people have kept from you?” The brunette asked.

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Adrenaline was a hell of a thing. An interesting choice of drug that Gianna Ivanov hadn’t realized she’d missed. Her sense were on overload. The sound of her heart pounding in her ears was thunderous. The sharp tang but faint smell of gunpowder with an overlaying smell of rain. Lucy, pressing against the small of her back still warm from putting a bullet in her would be mugger’s head. The bastard was lighter than she expected as she dragged in him into the alley. The blonde couldn’t remember the last she dealt with a body. The Family had cleaners for that. @yael-jacobs, @gidxnystrom​

“Fuck.” Fuck. Had she just said that aloud? Yael couldn’t help but stare wide eyed at the blonde woman dragged the man into the alley across the street from where Yael had just been walking. She shouldn’t be seeing this. She didn’t know what to do but felt that familiar paralyzed feeling she’d grown accustomed to of late. The woman looked familiar but she couldn’t tell–– she didn’t know for sure and she’d just caught a glimpse before everything unfolded before her and “fuck.” Shit. Hand flew to her mouth as the word left her lips and she gave away her presence almost certainly, if she hadn’t already the first time she spoke involuntarily. 

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Natalya doubled her scarf around her neck to chase away the bite of the New York air. She while didn’t necessarily consider them friends, the woman liked Gideon. She respected him as a doctor and felt as though he was a genuinely good person. “Yeah, of course,” the shapeshifter nodded, digging her keys out of her coat pocket. It clearly had to be something important if he’d waited until after their shifts to approach her. “My place isn’t that far from here if you don’t mind,” the surgeon offered.

Imperial Spain — 1522

The Spanish Empire was flourishing as conquests had been made in the New World, taking down the Aztec, Maya and Inca civilizations that caused the an extreme economic boom. While something dark felt as though it was brewing within the lands of Europe, Casper was doing his best to find his niche within each town or city visited. The Empire was being established, previously the Kingdom of Castle, and held the most amount of interest to the original. He met with lavish individuals, made new friends in theater, and never turned down an invitation to a party. He hardly told a sole about his true origins and the topic of being natively from France was only occasionally a sore subject, although that was hard to hide from. Not all cared about the Franco-Spain wars until the Bordeaux would starting winning in his gambling bets and slurs would ooze from their lips. Sly smiles were all that they would be met with and maybe a couple sarcastic comments, but Casper always knew he was his own arsenal. More often than not, they would take their losses and move on. Casper sometimes tossing them a few as ‘thanks for the good game’, hoping the other wouldn’t find it as an insult.

Low and behold, the original found himself amongst party-goers who believed that God made wine for consumption in moderation. It seemed to be fairly traditional for Spaniards and Casper easily accepted it. “Another round*,” the original waved his hand into air in a circle before his emerald eyes looked back down at his cards. His face held an almost worried expression, jostling the small stack of coins in front of him before finally making a decision. He tossed one and took another, knocking lightly on the table to inform his opponent he had reached gin. “Looks as though my luck is changing*,” his words were almost too knowing and the stack of bet coins was at its largest, clearly having played a perfect hand. The man’s face suddenly became flushed, eyebrows turning inward with a scowl before the shouts began, “Tramposo!**”

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So far, all Gideon had seen was where Casper brought him. He learned customs, languages and cultures from every country and especially learned more about his species, about how the world was actually put together. The Spanish Empire brought him back home, having victories and conquering countries like his people once did. He didn’t really have the time to get to know the community and everything around him, as he mostly accompanied Casper during his card games. He never really saw the appeal to them, or to gambling money, and so he only accompanied him to make sure he didn’t get himself into trouble. 

She sat alone at the bar, torso pitched forwards and her elbow atop the smooth surface with the edge of her palm on her browbone, eyes unfocused and mind wandering. On her other hand, she idly turned the newly returned daylight ring on her finger with her thumb. Mallory left it on her desk while she was out without so much as a note, but that much was to be expected–Josefine was surprised she relented and returned it in the first place, anything more would have probably been out of character. Either way, nagging thoughts of the entire situation kept her mind occupied and glass of red wine untouched, her eyes glassy and expression blank and distant until a noise at her side caught her attention.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” she said thickly, sitting up as she spoke. The vampire managed a half-hearted, brief smile, sure she recognized them from somewhere.

“Of course, we will. We made the Dark Ages fun,” she chuckled, brushing the hair from her face as she looked up at him. Words had never been truer. Regardless, of the circumstances—whether it be time or environment—she and Gideon could always find a way to enjoy one another’s company. It was one of the many things that made their friendship timeless.“You’d absolutely be a big sap. But then again, it’d hardly be anything new. You can have your popcorn as long my flickering toy also makes obnoxious noises.”