#cal yon

Cal wasn't considered a regular so much at The Gutter anymore, not since she had been changed. It was a place unaffected by time, everything just as she remembered it when she was alive. Some new faces and new names of alcohol for the warm-blooded among them, but that was it. She was still close with Jay, but not so much as she was before, and only came when she felt too down to hunt, taking advantage of the humans willing to give up their life source for some hefty funds. She never expected to find Armand there, of all places. After years, perhaps decades of searching for him, and him seeming to evade her always, had he come looking just for her? The young vampire thought for a moment to be coy and flirtatious, to approach lithely, acting as though she hadn't missed him terribly, but she wasn't much of an actress.

Arms stretching around him, she embraced him, burying her face into a soft auburn blanket of his hair and inhaling a scent that was akin to returning home after a long trip. "You knew you would find me here." She accused softly, happy that he had.

"So, seeing as you don’t have your own mask yet, I took the pleasure of ordering you one. It’s, uh. It’s plain." He holds the box containing the mask towards Cal. "But I figured you’d want to come up with the designs you’d like to fill it with. Merry Christmas, Cal."

Cal applies a bit of pressure to the kitchen knife, the tip poised in her palm. It hurts, but the blade isn't sharp enough to easily draw blood. Finally, the skin punctures and a thick drop of ruby pools out. Casting the knife aside, she dabs her finger on the wound, a bit of pressure making a tiny pool in her hand. She then reaches up to her mirror, a leg propped up on her dresser to reach it. The red trail creates a strange symbol from no language known on earth, and the young girl waits. When nothing happens, she wonders if she didn't draw enough blood, or if she wrote the symbol incorrectly, but suddenly, a cold breeze winds itself around her bedroom. Frost crusts at the corners of the mirror and invades inwards, clouding Cal's reflection, and as she exhales a cloud of vapor appears at her nostrils, the temperature dropping. A dark figure morphs from Cal's blurred mirrored image, and begins to make its way through the glass. Even with the flickering lights behind her, a shadow grows over the girl as a large phantom emerges. He wades his way calmly through the realm of the mirror and into the blue-painted room, standing so tall as to nearly need to crouch away from the ceiling. The girl does not blink or shy away from the creature, only stares, breathing slowly, stepping back. Her waist hits a nightstand and she reaches behind her, fingers grasping at cold glass. Behind her sits an ice cream sundae, slowly melting vanilla ice cream covered in a drizzled chocolate, topped with dollops of whipped cream and impaled with a spoon. However, she pulls from the nightstand a small glass jar with a gold lid firmly atop it. In it floats little red cherries, the missing ingredient for her dessert. Stepping towards the Phantom as he looms over her, she has no hesitation as she holds the jar out to him.

"Watch your mouth, babe." Cal smiled softly, unable to even feel threatened or angry or ashamed. She had Shane, and Shane would do what he did best, protect his girls.

He looked no less frightening, apparently, lugging a stroller with a baby inside, because the other was backing off as Cal lifted Junie into her arms, rocking her gently as the man who'd been speaking to her abandoned the quest.

He was just being nice, or so it seemed. It wasn't too often that the 779th mingled with other soldiers, and it was almost always strange when they did. The guy seemed nice, but asked a lot of questions. He wondered why he hadn't seen her around, when she'd joined, where she was from. To anyone else, it was just army chatter, but to a member of the 779th, the most secretive sector, it was an interrogation. 

Her arm swung lazily over the bed. "I never have plans unless they're with you." She reminded him. "I don't have any friends."