oh ri on

“It does seem like a lot of information being thrown at you, not sure what I would have done with JC’s guidance when I became a vampire.  But at least you have someone to help.”

"A club sounds fun!" Oreo interjected, "Yeah, the forest does seem scary. I usually try to avoid it," they gave a nervous chuckle and folded the towel they'd been wiping the counter with as idle fidgeting, "Dog park could be fun too. My brother has, loike, so many dogs, but I can't manage all of them so I couldn't go with them alone. Do you like to dance? If you're up for it, maybe we could try out a club seeing as we're both still figuring this place out?"

A little turmoil - Sofia Mieux Starter

"Oh, erm, hi," Oreo greeting a little awkwardly with a small wave of their hand, "I'm just going to be meeting someone here but could I get a drink while I wait? Sorry, or are you not the bartender?" They'd been practicing their glamour so right now their hair was a bright and vibrant blue and they ran long fingers through it. This was honestly their first time coming to The Fable but they'd heard a lot of good things about it, especially about the food trucks that often took over the parking area.

As Sheriff, Neylani did her best to maintain as impartial as possible with the residents of Greywood-- each of them deserved her respect and protection, equally. But naturally, it wasn't easy not to be biased towards her own werewolf community, of which she was very obviously heavily involved in. And, even more naturally, that she held a certain amount of extra caution with the vampires of the town. Greywood was meant to be a safe haven where they could all get along and live in peace and harmony, yes, but that didn't mean some of these creatures weren't meant to be natural enemies at heart.

Oreo looked up from their phone, on which they had been frantically typing away, texting their older half-brother for advice and consolement for their situation. "Oh, erm, yes I'm okay, well not really really okay," they clutched their phone tightly in their hands, "but nothing happened to me. I'm not hurt," they offered as clarification. Nothing had happened to them in particular, whoever had done this horrible misdeed seemed to have left long before Oreo arrived. "It's only me so far, I was meant to open--" then they recalled their brother's words of warning and immediately clammed up. "Erm, I mean, yes, just me... for now, until you've shown up and now it is not just me." Their grip on their phone tightened with their nerves.

The idea of a vegan vampire still seemed weird to Bailey, she hardly doubt animal blood tastes as good as human…or even fae from what she had heard a long time ago.  And with Greywood, there were at least willing donors.  Still, it was none of her business.  “Interesting, for some reason I thought all fae were born with wings.  I guess I am learning a lot living here.”  After all, she has mainly been associated with her kind until recently.  “You handling it alright?”

"Maybe they are," Oreo returned brightly, "I'm still learning a lot about fae myself, even if I am one," they laughed as they passed the finished drink over to her. "I think I am, not sure how anyone really handles it well, I mean, I really didn't when I first found out but I think I'm alright about it now."

"Oh, yea," he confirmed and then shut up, watching as they got up and went for the shake and the pizza, his own shake being made from what he could see. "Honestly, it's a once in a lifetime thing. Mostly rode around with people my age who were fine with picking me up or vans with workers. Language barrier was real, but hey, I did manage to test out my French and learned some Italian for the jobs I did. Where have you traveled to? Like, you said a lot, so I'm guessing more places than me".

Oreo nodded along and commented, "That's impressive," when Karter mentioned knowing other languages, "I can only, loike, speak English and only barely," they laughed a little at their own expense. "I don't know if I've been to more places, it's mostly the same places but just multiple times, I guess?" Then tried to think back on all the places they had gone to, "Uhm, I've been to other states here. Canada... Moscow. I've been to Beijing, erm, and Hungary... Japan...Korea...Italy too, erm and Bulgaria," their features wrinkled as they tried to think of more but eventually just shrugged, "I dunno, a lot of places I guess."

“Aah, you sweet little spring bluebell, you belong, you belong!!” Minho reassured hastily, hands slipping to the lower part of his face and making the words come out a little muffled yet nonetheless decently audible. Tears ready to fall were already glistening in the corners of his dark eyes. “That is exactly what I speak of when I say blood is thicker than water!” He reached out again to gather Oreo’s hands into his, holding their fingers firmly. “I knew from the very moment I’ve met you that we were of the same ilk!” He didn’t - but isn’t this just a more beautiful story to tell? “My heart just knew, dearest! It knew that we were meant to find each other in this world, you were meant to find me and I was meant to open my door for you. It was in the stars!” And this would continue to be the lovely story Minho would tell anyone who would listen, if for nothing else then for Oreo’s memories of finding their family to remain a beautiful fairytale, untarnished by any initial suspicion or apprehension. 

The beautiful tale of their fated introduction produced a few bursts of relieved laughter to come from Oreo's throat, after the wake of the horrible events at Halloween, being chased by all manner of haunting creatures through the confusing maze and ending with that horrible nightmare it felt so wonderful to feel safe, to have a home that was real and not a rented room in a motel on the other side of the town. They belonged here now, Oreo all too happy and eager to be pulled along anywhere their older brother would take them, almost tripping over themself at the hasty action, even the sprites following seemed to buzz with excitement.

location: Monarch’s Club, just before closing.

This was admittedly the first time Oreo had been to the strip club but they'd heard a lot of good things about it and so had gathered a few of their willing friends to check it out. Unfortunately for Oreo, it seemed all of those friends bailed of them at the last minute and that left Oreo alone at the venue with no idea what to do next. They were really considering just leaving quietly but they'd made eye contact with one of the performers who'd just gotten off the stage and was now being invited over to the bar. "Oh," Oreo was caught off guard, their dark eyes swelled and squinted and quickly glanced away, not knowing where to look or if it was fine to look, it was probably fine to look, this was the place for looking. "Is it..." Oreo let out a little nervous laugh as they followed the other, "that obvious that I got ditched by my friends?"

“What the hell does a vegan vampire look like?”  Bailey questioned curiously.  The thought of it sounded weird, how could that even be possible.  “Whoa, so he is vegan because he drinks animal blood?  Not sure PETA would be so friendly.”  The vampire nodded, figuring humans would be the most popular.  Although she did hear from another vampire in Thailand that fae had the best blood of all species.  “How does one become a new faerie?  I thought you were just born fae.”  She thought about it for a moment, “yes, I met Minho.  Lots of fun, knows how to throw a party.”  She smiled, thinking about the VIP treatment she had with the famous musician. 

"Oh, erm," Oreo gave the side of their hair an idle scratch, "Looks like a person, I guess," answering promptly and literally and gave a nod to confirm that the vegan vampire he'd met only consumed animal blood. They chuckled about it softly to themself as they started to make her drink, still continuing to chat cheerily with her throughout, "Oh, well, technically yeah, I've always been a faerie, it's just that I've never really known that I was a faerie until recently. There's like, glamour, and stuff, and for like, my whole life I've thought I was just a normal human up until I started growing wings and then kind of figured, uhoh, something is different." Oreo gave a wry laugh for it sounded funny but at the time had certainly been quite traumatic for the young newly realized fae.

"Oh!" Oreo felt their cheeks flush at the question of whether they had wings. "I do, yeah, I've got wings," they'd had a very unique relationship with their wings and were still getting used to them. For a very long time, their growing wings had been a source of intense shame and grief for the young fae and they were still working to mend the relationship they'd had with them. Their wings were a part of them and yet still somehow felt separate. They'd only briefly made attempts at flying or letting their wings free, still keeping them bound against their body and back with cloth wrappings and hidden beneath their clothes, not yet proficient enough with their glamour to remove them with magicks.

"huh," another one of abraham's constant reactions to new information, though the vampire could only imagine what their wings actually looked like. for the first time in a while, he felt curious about it, though didn't press anything. "well, this has been swell an' all but i gotta be gettin' to a job. here's - " abe reached into his pockets, pulling out money for the drink he'd ordered and a little tip for oreo, on account of them being so friendly.

The moment Minho asked his question, there was an immediate tonal shift and it caught the younger fae off guard. "Oh, erm," they found themselves faltering somewhat, trying to recompose themself after the sudden shift by pulling the edges of their lips up into a false smile but it didn't last and fell again only a moment later. They didn't realize something had been slipped into their food and drink, didn't realize they were being compelled to tell the truth, it leaked from their lips with absolutely zero resistance, "Oh Ri On." This didn't yet strike them as odd for they would have given it anyway, "Oreo is what a lot of my friends would call me though. It was just easier for them to say," the younger offered with a nervous laugh, wondering why the atmosphere had suddenly shifted and worried they'd done something wrong.

That was a good, easy start. A name was important, although likely this fae had not had their true name given to them or even knew what a true name meant in the fae world for some. That broke some of the hold the magic of true names could have on a faerie. Perhaps even now, if Oreo was given one, it would never take root and therefore have no power over them, not like over Minho, who’s had his true name since he’d been born. But who knew? Those were fickle things and could always surprise them. In any case, aside from informative purposes, Oreo’s name meant little to Minho. 

"Oh, erm, well, I'm from Sydney and my biological family..." Oreo started to say, pausing only because they didn't actually know and so ended up saying that based on the reaction the truth serum was taking in their body. "My mother...I actually am not sure. I was put into the foster system at a young age and haven't seen my biological mother in a long time now. My father...I never knew but my mother said he was..." Oreo paused again, their brows furrowing together as if realizing slowly that something was compelling them to say more. They continued on, "My mother couldn't seem to remember who my father was. She was a little bit obsessed with that, not knowing, it made her upset a lot. She seemed to think he was important or special," Oreo shook their head slowly, "I'm not sure. I don't know too much. I was mostly raised by my foster family. I've had a few placements but the last one I was in for about... seven years? Before I aged out."

"Okay, yea, that sounds valid. Sorry to assume then," he smiled and shook his head. He shrugged with a twitch of his mouth and put both hands on the bar now, tapping with his fingers. "Well I was in Connecticut for university and then went to Europe to hitchike. Went from UK to France and Italy, did some random jobs and met some cool people but then I got homesick," he said one hand going to his hair to russtle it.

"Oh wow, you hitch-hiked through Europe?" Their brows lifted, a little impressed though attention now being diverted when their ordered shake and pizza slice were now available for pick up so briefly excused themself to grab them and then quickly rejoined Karter. They first took a sip of their shake, fresh and thick and sweet, it was the perfect bowling alley treat and then asked, "What was that like? You were just, loike, by yourself?"

glamour - something else that abraham hadn't heard of before. it seemed for a member of the supernatural community, he was incredibly sheltered towards it. maybe that was something to work on, learning about others, how they operated, most importantly how to kill them. not that abe was about to go on a rampage but, it would just be good to know. just in case. "can't say i have," the vampire admitted honestly with a shrug. "huh," was his general reaction to all the information, keeping quiet on the true one; ain't that a bitch? growin' up thinkin' yer one thing, then learnin' yer another? how did such a thing not trigger a full blown identity crisis? all questions abraham simply couldn't ask outright, just had to ponder. "ya got wings?"

"Oh!" Oreo felt their cheeks flush at the question of whether they had wings. "I do, yeah, I've got wings," they'd had a very unique relationship with their wings and were still getting used to them. For a very long time, their growing wings had been a source of intense shame and grief for the young fae and they were still working to mend the relationship they'd had with them. Their wings were a part of them and yet still somehow felt separate. They'd only briefly made attempts at flying or letting their wings free, still keeping them bound against their body and back with cloth wrappings and hidden beneath their clothes, not yet proficient enough with their glamour to remove them with magicks.