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Silas tilted his head, quickly realising the man was paying him no attention. "There are fourteen members of the council?" He questioned again, this time sitting with his notepad. He had been investigating the council for some time and now realised there was only two ways to find out exactly what was discussed in the chambers. By being direct and asking or joining himself. Although he needed to figure out how to go about doing that. "When did you join the council?" He asked again, still taking notes with no regard as to whether the stranger wanted to answer the questions.

Alex watched him a few moments. He was trying to figure out how the other was looking at him. "Yeah, it's quiet," he repeated. So quiet there was no one to hear. "I'm doing okay. I'm getting by. Getting through stuff." He shook his head. "I'm trying to make sense of that conversation, I am not going to go around telling people."

Silas was always calm, but in that moment, he was eerily so. He was worried, so much that had occurred recently concerned him and worried how this would come back on his own kind. "I am glad. I am sorry if this has caused you distress." Although he wondered why they kept it a secret at all, perhaps if the mortals were open about magic this would never have happened. "People like i exist? I assure you... there is not much else to know. Although i admit... i am glad to hear of your silence." He paused. "Things are turbulent right now. You should keep yourself safe."

Aria's heart skipped a beat at Silas whispered his revelation. The words hung in the air, carrying with them a sense of enchantment and mystery.

Silas knew that the girl had every right to be angry at their kind, to be furious and to do something to avenge being left on earth. But instead, she did something that shocked him. She seemed happy to see him to. His smile softened, and he took her hand and shook it with a gentle touch. "It is so nice to meet you too. An honour, actually. I am Silas."

"This? No. I've never done this before."

"Audience?" Silas muttered. He wondered if this happened with age. He only had sixty years himself, Drinn had decades of life on him. Was it simply that a fae became bored when they lived that long alone? He couldn't imagine it. His whole life he had been surrounded by family, then colleagues and now students. He was never truly alone.

Summer wouldn't admit it but she was a bit relieved to have been mostly spared the experiences of ghosts the others were speaking about. She wasn't scared per-say but seeing a ghost wasn't on her to do list either. She smiled as he took the coffee. "Sounds spooky, glad we're safe in here" Summer nodded. "I have to say that is more what I had expected, funny mirrors, and smoke machines." Sighing she raised her eyebrows. "This next level for certain."

He smiled gently. "You won't be treading inside then? Not your thing?" he was amused slightly by the superstition mortals put on these things. Fae had customs and respect for the dead of course. But spirits were not all bad, some were incredibly powerful. "Thank god there are now clowns." He joked. "I hate clowns."

Aria's attention was momentarily diverted, her focus on attending to the needs of the patients in the clinic. The rhythmic hum of the hospital, the hushed conversations, and the occasional beeping of machines formed the backdrop to her daily routine. But then, a shift in the atmosphere caught her attention, a tingling sensation that whispered of otherworldly presence.

Silas was not surprised when he laid eyes on the woman. She seemed gentle, soft spoken, a natural healer. He looked around before following the nurse into the seating area. He took a seat, leaning forward and wondering if she already knew what this was about. He lowered his eyes and the tone of his voice. "I come from the fae court." He whispered, once again looking around. "I had heard.... about you. I just thought we should meet." He held out a nervous hand. He did not know much about the fae that had remained on earth, he was not even born when the veil had been closed. They seemed like something of a myth to him and here he was... sat before one. One that seemed to look so normal. For once, there was a bubbling excitement inside him.

"Think of vampires as individuals" reigning in her emotions as the other didn't want to become the thing that she was about to speak about; "Not every vampire is the same, while I am very much aware of the kind that can be-... a lot, in public, I tend not to be and I have worked on my stamina and resistance for centuries so I pride myself on being able to handle myself accordingly in a public place"

Silas sighed, not really listening to the vampire. He had heard enough in his own world to know what she could do. Her words meant little to him and his eyes glanced towards a few younger fae that he was sworn to protect. "Save your protests ma'am. I cannot say i believe you and you cannot sway me otherwise. Nor can you say that your species have not earnt a reputation for natural distrust." His eyes scanned her. He moved his warm hand, able to feel the freezing temperatures of hers.

The last thing Imogen expected on a Sunday was a knock on the door, her nose was wedged between the spine of a erotic horror novel, when the sudden brash noise echoed through the corridors of her Golden Views apartment; "Hi?" a questioning tone to her voice, not that she wasn't welcoming of course but there was a slight undertone of paranoia to her voice; "Is there something that I can help you with?" wondering why his presence had been brought to her door step.

Silas' eyes scanned the door as it was opening, just trying to find as much as he could out about the organisation. Watching as if the walls were telling him secrets. Silas had come to the offices expecting to find someone different. But he raised an eyebrow, leaning on the doorway. "yes, i was looking for the H.I.P.S team. This is their office isn't it? I enjoyed the event and was looking for more information on the delightful organisers."

Alex still had so many questions in his head but he was trying his best to act normal. He had to. He had a store to run, he had a life. He was doodling in his notebook, the store pretty quiet when he heard the door. He looked up, nodding. "Yeah, I'm over here. Silas." The man had already saved him once, he'd told him things no one else had. "Uh yeah, it's quiet in here."

Silas looked around, still nervous to speak in case anybody came in. He shouldn't have told the human what he did and he was beginning to realise that if his fellow fae found out it was him... the consequences would not be light. And he was beginning to enjoy his home in Holloway. He didn't want to return to the fae court... not yet anyway. "I can see that." He looked around the empty store. "I wanted to check how you were... if you ahd told anybody about our conversation."

"That is true and I rather admire that about you," she replied, glancing back at him. She sat back, letting him take the drink. "I have read up on that kind of magic. As part of my training growing up. It was always intriguing and a little... well, spirits are dead. Is it not invading their after life or something." She pressed her lips together, looking up at him. "So help me, train me, distract me. I just feel like I need to do something."

Silas sighed. He didn't make it a habit to train mortals. Actually, he had never trained anybody that wasn't a fae. But he could see the desperation in the girl. He could feel it too. And he was beginning to get concerned about what could happen if that wasn't harnessed properly. "Who says they don't want to commune with us?" He huffed, folding his arms. "Fine. But i do not take it lightly. You agree to this, you commit. It comes before all else."

"I don't look okay? Thanks, that's honest," she said with a small laugh. Did she really look that bad? "It's just wine," Piper replied, though she handed it to him all the same when she saw the look on his face. "On everything? Like spirits? Time? Travelling between worlds?" she asked him. He looked proud speaking about his people and it was nice to see. "I mean it, I want to learn and understand. But bad things happen with that kind of magic?"

"I am always honest." he replied gently, his eyes scanning Piper innocently. He took the wine, sipping it. Almost to check that none of his kind had been up to their old tricks again. "Yes... most things. Definitely on spirits." he himself knew very little about the matter. But the fae had been studying magic for centuries. "You know how i feel about magic. It is my passion and I live to pass on that passion... but no good comes of magic born from grief. Piper."

Victoria didn't try to hide her species, and she didn't try to deny it. If they got it first try good to them but she was try to set an exemplary example that not all vampires were going to hurt you; "I would never even dream of acting such a way in public" especially since there was a old fashioned kind of way about her that limited her from acting anything but poised in the presence of others; "I like to think of it as heritage, I believe it has much potential to become something if there was someone to love it" gesturing with her hands as she spoke, mannerisms just as elegant as she was as it became clear that she was interested in the architecture; "We have not, I am Victoria, Victoria De Foire" a polite smile on her features as she introduced herself

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Of course not, when have vampires ever been known for being brutal in public?" he spoke in a sarcastic time, almost blocking out the vampire's presence. "I would've thought when one became so old... they lost an interest in ageing things." He smiled slightly, staring at the vampire's hand. "Silas."

Silas looked over at the old house. He hadn't been in Holloway too long, but he knew that the town was littered with historical buildings like the one they were standing looking at. "Oh well, as long as the kitchen is ghost-free we'll all have a splendid evening." He joked, moving to get some coffee. "I have heard of some goings on... lights flickering, even books flying off of shelves." He knew that the real culprit was a mischievous faery but he didn't share that. "I don't think this what people were expecting... I think they were expecting one of those... carnival houses?" he asked it as a question, he had only seen such things in media.

Harming anyone - pfft. As if flickery lights and a light chill was harming anyone. At least it was stirring a little excitement among the people who had decided to spend there evening here... And they could do worse than be in the room Drin was in... They could be stuck on their own with Mr Tedious here.

Silas watched the lights, his eyes following the stream of magic and lights and he could feel the energy in the air. It was becoming almost too tempting. He wanted to join in. But he also wanted to continue to set a good example to the fae around him. He watched the lights, and watched humans and even witches around the two men gasping.