seeing is believing

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Naomi heard the rush of footsteps before she could even fully usher the words out of her mouth. Clearly he wasn’t expecting them, his own confusion evident in his tone. “Because you touching me, means bad things for you.” She said quickly, pushing herself off the pavement. “That’s literal, by the way. I’m not trying to be some badass bitchy girl who doesn’t ever need anyone’s help.” She had no idea why she was spewing all this information at this man, but she was. Hissing slightly after looking at her scuffed pants that hid road rash under them, she turned her attention back to the stranger and took her keys back. “I’m fine. Apparently just blind and stupid.” She finished with a tight-lipped smile. “Thanks for grabbing my keys.” 

The comment took him aback, he couldn’t hide the frown that overtook his face either. Is she threatening you? Lucas surely didn’t think that the women was out to spout venom when he was trying to help. Though, he’d sure as hell make sure she watched herself if she was out to get him. Hauling herself off the pavement, Greenman realised she clarified her statement and that eased off the jarring sentence beforehand. 

“For a moment there, I thought that might have been a threat,” he admitted, slowly creeping his kilowatt smile back on his features. “I’m only trying to help - so why can am I literally not allowed to help?” he continued, choosing to shamelessly pry on the women’s remarks. 

“No problem,” he automatically answered as Lucas watched her recompose and take her keys back from him. Something about the encounter bothered him and naturally, his eyes narrowed to try and suss her out. It has to be some kind of power. That was the only thing he placed it down to if she wasn’t choosing to resist help. “Definitely not blind or stupid, however,” try not to make the flirtatious comment. Greenman managed to be sensible: “We’ll blame the sidewalk.” 

There was only one good thing about this festival and that was that for the duration of it people could come and go between the towns and Jackson like that. What he didn’t like was how many people were out and about, he preferred being alone and almost everyone knew that. But he had promised a couple of people that he would make an appearance and so he was standing there in the middle of it all. “So, what do people usually do first?” He asked the person next to him. He honestly had no idea where to even start, if it was up to him he would just dip into a bar and stay there until it was all over. 

The festival was an excuse that gave Lucas the opportunity to travel without restrictions, he could see his friends; a lot of his best ones were in the adjacent town, believe it or not, and there was an all too exciting idea that he could have a little break from routine. It wasn’t to say he disliked having some kind of order to his day; a work regime; training his students; causing a little too much mayhem with childish pranks on more than a few. But the festivities definitely allowed some leeway for all residents of the towns to be a little more free-for-all. 

An abundance of colour greeted him when he shuffled his way through the crowds, a beverage caught between his fingers, eyes scouting out the first thing he wanted. If anything, he was actually looking for a bar; maybe a pop-up, temporary one that was a little different to the standard, Park had some fantastic bars, clubs even. Greenman admittedly, favoured many of them to the ones he was close to in Point, but any kind of drink - he wasn’t going to say no to anywhere. He paused in his tracks to allow some bystanders to pass, the man caught at his side stole his attention. 

“I guess that all depends on the person,” Lucas murmured, turning with a smile at the man, he didn’t recognise him; a stranger. “Myself - quite honestly, a bar,” he glimpsed past the guy to see if he could catch wind of a stall serving nearby. He’d settle for somewhere he could test his powers though, made some stupid grand display to knock a few people off their balance when he crafts something extreme. “But I suppose amongst this extravagance,” that’s what he’d decided to call it. “finding somewhere that’s got some sub-par entertainment?” he offered with a shrug, seeing the amusement-like stalls boasting dumb games - he’d probably enjoy them a little too much if he were honest; getting competitive with people in most cases.

It wasn’t often that Cass would actively work out on her own, but there was something in the air that woke her up early and gave her an urge to run. It was some bullshit. About half way through her run, she realized how stupid it was, but she pushed through anyway. 

Winding down, she was coming down the hill of the mountain trails, her face glistening with sweat. Finding someone else doing what she assumed was the same thing, she called out, “Hey, you up for post-workout coffee?” Call it a new year’s resolution or some other bullshit, but Cass had made it a point to at least try and make new friends in addition to growing the friendships she had. We’ll see how long it lasts. 

Shoelace untied, Lucas was bent down on one knee, fingers travelling over the synthetic fibres to counter the trip hazard that had formed a few moments before. He’d only paused momentarily to remedy it and intermittently, Luc stole gazes ahead as if to work out the rest of his workout route. It was something a little different to being at the dojo; teaching his students martial arts and he loved doing it, but he enjoyed having his own routine too. Greenman’s breaths were a little heavy, chest heaving with the exertion as he yanked his laces tight before he tucked them into the crevasse between the trainer and his ankle to prevent them slipping again. 

Lucas stood, shoulders rolling back as he bounced somewhat eagerly on his feet, a voice catching his from behind before he even managed to break off into a jog again. An all too familiar voice. “Am I likely to say no, Cass? But I mean, I guess it is, you,” he replied, twisting around to address her completely with a smirk, back of his hand running along his forehead to catch the trickles of sweat beading its way down towards his eyes. “I enjoy many a post-workout activities - coffee dates, sure,” he added with a playfulshrug, grin springing onto his lips as he backed up a little, teasing the idea of a race run to the coffee shop. “Loser, buys?” 

Yes. 

I can only assume you’re referring to the incident at the theatre. That was an accident, it was supposed to be a joke. Hurting her was never my intention - or, causing her to hurt herself even. I didn’t think I could do that kind of damage with the visual illusions. None of that was supposed to happen. I know that I’m good at controlling my power, but for it to go down like it did... I have no doubt that she’s out to get payback for it too.

I consider regret something I’d never want to do repeat; I wouldn’t want to inflict that kind of trauma on her again, not like that - not without reason, a least. I know now that she’s one of Cassie’s closest friends too and I don’t doubt I’m going to get an earful from that end also. 

Kristen is now off the prank list, for a long while. 

Eh, my roomies are chill. Sharing with girls though, that isn’t exactly as fun as it sounds. Do you know how much girls malt? Hair gets everywhere, man. However, they’re definitely not the worst roommates to have. I think we make quite the apartment team.  Summer is a great cook, I know that much - she always seems to kind of check everything’s in order and is like this mix of a catechising mom and a chirpy enthusiast for all things neat and orderly. Certainly can appreciate someone like that, I get along great with her - she’d probably say different, and that I’m messy and can be a jackass for playing one to many pranks on her, but we don’t argue. As for Aubrey, she’s cool, she’s not so much one of my favourite people when she wakes me up for anything less than a fire in the building. I get we can’t win them all, and I’ve learned that if I play pranks on her, she’s jacking up my phone for the day - it’s irritating having someone play you at your own game, but I’ve always enjoyed a challenge I guess. I don’t get to see much of either of them all the time, we’re all doing our own things; different circles and all that. They tolerate my martial arts training in the living room when I’m not at the facility, can’t fault them for that. Summer did not like when I practiced roundhouses on her bedroom door and it caved that one time. I had to hold an illusion for hours until I had to figure a way to fix it or tell her.  I did eventually tell her. It’s a lot different to the dorms at University. Whole different ball game, for one, I haven’t slept with either of them. Which, considering how college was and how messy people in such close proximity could get, I think Sum and Aub are genuinely alright and I wouldn’t have anything against doing more with them - activities wise I mean, not screwing them. I just don’t think we’d be into the same things, I’d definitely train with them if they wanted to and I care about them and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to Summer or Aubrey at all.

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Wren mummed, a sloppy smile on his lips as he glossily looked at the stars above him. “There was a song about that,” he recalled. “Soomewhere ouuut there beneath the biiig moonliiiight,” he sang, then stopped correcting himself. “Wait, no, not that part, hm..” he tried to recall the part in the song where it talked about even though two people are far away they’re still underneath the same big sky, but he couldnt remember it, so he just let out a “hmph” giving-up song, and replied in explanation, “Its some Disney song, I think. I dunno. I remember a mouse so I guess it /has/ to be Disney,” he shrugged.

Wren smiled at the other, “Hi, Lucas, nice to meet ya,” he said as he took the bottle back from him. He tilted his head back and tilted back the bottle finishing it off. He pouted and poured the bottle over, emptying out the droplets of what was left onto his pants. “Oh..” he said sadly. “Yeah. More. More. Thatd be good. More.” He agreed with his new friend and patted his knee. “Lezz go!” He said. He staggered to a standing position but then plopped back down on the bench.

“Was there?” Lucas inquired, not at all following along with the song that Wren was referring to - not that the somewhat inaccurate recounting of the melody was easy to distinguish from the drunk guy’s impression of it. Greenman could only chuckle at the disorientation, he would make sure the drunkard was alright - Luc could do a few more before he would feel its effects. 

The other guy though, he looked a little past gone. Lucas was considering getting him some water whilst he topped up on the alcohol front. Shaking his head, Luc tittered his tongue on his teeth. “Sorry dude, no idea.” he admitted, shrugging off the fact he had absolutely no clue what the man was on about. A sure sign that if Wren wasn’t going to stop, he would at least have to slow down. 

Before the illusionist could even protest to the poor choice of an action, Wren had tipped the remaining contents onto his own pants. There was some kind of instantaneous regret to coming up with the idea of finding more. The guy was on another level of drunk. “Alright, we’ll see what’s open,” he muttered, forwning when he could even see the poor guy was struggling to stand. “Perhaps we should take you home, man.” he added with some caution, stepping a little closer to ease the guy up with his elbow. “Think you’ve hit a limit.” 

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She made her way further into the place that used to be their living room, but now looked more like a frat house, each step she took laced with sheer drowsiness; eyes taking in her surroundings. “My head is killing me..” She mumbled, as she awaited for Lucas to show up. How did they even let this happen? It was supposed to be a quiet get together. Once the male showed up, her tired gaze instantly shot up to him, “You look horrible.” She couldn’t even laugh, she feared it was going to cause an explosion in her head, so she only let out a mocking, huff of air. “I don’t know…Around 2pm maybe?” She could only guess, no clocks were visible where they were, and she didn’t even know where her phone went. That was the least bit of her problems, she could trace it after they dealt with the mess. 

Throwing the broken pole in his direction, she lifted her shoulders, “This one. Did someone bring it over?” She asked, unable to recall certain bits and pieces from last night. “Can’t you use your mojo? Just make an illusion of a clean living room, so we can live in it, and never clean that mess.” She suggested, as she dragged her palms over her tired features.

The longer Luc looked at their bombsite of a flat, the worse it looked; another crack in the countertop appeared, another stain on the carpet that would take more than a little elbow grease to get out. Greenman was not in the slightest bit interested in doing anything but taking his water and passing back out in his bed. “That’d be the drink, Aubs.” Luc murmured,glancing back her way from the kitchen as he lazily slumped up against it. He was refilling his water every few moments and his body was protesting every time he moved. 

He wasn’t all that surprised to hear how horrendous he likely looked, his hair was askew at all angles and he had only just thrown on some clothes from the floor. Luc wouldn’t have been surprised if his eyes were bloodshot and reflecting how awful he felt. Two o’clock was not late enough in the day to even consider cleaning the chaos up; he was noting the discarded cans and bottles on every available side counter. He shook his head, rubbing his temples to ease the headache that was taking him. 

The clattering earned his ire, his eyes darting to the pole she’d thrown his way with disinterest. “I presume so, not unless you’ve had it stored in your room,” he muttered, well aware she was the only potential candidate, Summer was the least likely to have anything; in fact, he was probably going to get a grilling from her, Aubrey too about the extent of last night. 

Another thing he was not all that thrilled about. Scoffing, he called back over to her at the idea. “It’d still be there, you’d trip over all the shit you couldn’t see if I hid it.” he replied, rolling his eyes and considering asking Summer to rewind some things... just for the sake of the clean-up. “I’m going back to bed,” he grumbled afterwards, trailing across the room, sidestepping over a broken chair and heading towards his room. 

When the whole ‘let’s throw a party’ thing had been broached. The main reason Lucas hadn’t shut his roommates idea down about it was that Aubrey seemed utterly clueless in how to organise one - let alone who was appropriate to invite. Luc was not having the entire goddamn town in his place and with the way Aub had been going, it was going to be all the people he’d clash heads with. He knew Summer was unlikely to want to have anything crazy. In fact, Luc wasn’t all that enthused for idea and it’s unexciting basis; it was last minute; he wasn’t all that sure his roommates were the type and the small gathering wasn’t his scene and there wasn’t exactly cupboards full of alcohol.

How it’d turned out though, was a lot more on his level. There was insane lights, whoever had plugged in fluorescent beams had no consideration for epilepsy. There was barrels of booze haphazardly dotted around the apartment and Greenman was a little more than half-cut, in the kitchen mixing some god awful cup of whatever was on the kitchen side. He’d imagined he’d been a good host to his friends - even to some of Summer and Aubrey’s ones that he wasn’t too familiar with. In fact, he’d lost his roomies long ago amongst the bustling of groups in his apartment. But through his slurring, joking and little pranking he’d been doing to the unsuspecting, Lucas had found a packet of multicoloured straws. 

For some reason, this spurred some of the more childish aspects of Greenman’s personality. he unsheathed one of the pink ones from the packet and slotred it into the top of his beer before turning to the partygoers in the kitchen. “We now have straws, strawpedo anyone?” he asked with a grin, bending the plastic straw it over readily. 

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“Calling you an evil genius would be a compliment, Lucas.” Jonathan smirked at the other male, “You can’t have that much fun with an angel, now can you?” He arched his brows playfully. Jonathan liked Lucas’s company, the man was anything but an angel, and if he was anything like Jonathan, which he had proved to be so far, then they would actually get along pretty well. 

Jonathan didn’t feel the need to let the other man know exactly what he could do. Well, if push came to shove, he could easily show him by breaking some of his bones, that would definitely teach Lucas a lesson, but so far, he enjoyed their little banter, and the fact that Lucas kept on showing more bits and pieces of himself, without Jonathan having too push for that. He was ding all on his own, and if Lucas continued to do so, soon enough Jonathan was going to figure out who the other man truly was.

“Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it’s gonna take her a lot more to kill me.” Jonathan made sure to give the other male a hint, not only of his giant confidence, but of who he truly was. It wasn’t a facade, he wasn’t hiding behind his confidence, his words were laced with absolute certainty that only someone who had won more than a couple of fights could muster. Picking up the pace, he lined up with Lucas, as he focused his gaze upon the trees, fully aware that his so called new friend, could cook up a surprise. “And who’s gonna look out for you?”

“I suppose not,” Lucas mused, lifting a brow at how Jonathan had chosen to take the remark. “Or you’re not having the right kind of fun with an angel?” he offered back with a half-arsed shrug. There was something about the banter between the two of them that Lucas was growing to like. He wasn’t sure how to feel about the other man just yet, he’d seen a blind arrogance this whole time. Though, Luc wasn’t all that much different and found that they had an equal ability to bounce off one another. 

Chuckling, Greenman continued to weave through the mass of forestation and he could feel the thin layer of sweat trickle down his back and stick his tee to his skin. The cool air as he moved offered little reprise as his body temperature rose with each burst of exertion. “Don’t say it too loudly, she might here you Giant,” he returned, glimpsing Jonathan’s way. “I don’t think she’s all that appreciative to taunts.” he jibed, seeing that he’d caught up to match pace by now. 

“I don’t need anyone to look out for me I guess,” he remarked with a smirk, hopping over an overgrown tree root in an almost skipping manner. “Just keep your eyes ahead,” he informed, a little bit of a warning intertwined in the words. Luc wasn’t quite sure what his next joke on the man would be yet, but he figured he’d find something to jab him with soon enough.