#devin001

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“Alright, give it to me straight...” Amara seats herself next to Devin not a minute after she comes into eyesight. She holds a drink out for her friend and trust that it goes without saying, it’s not magically spiked. “How bad of an idea was it to include anger as one of the magic shots?” She wonders as she gazes out at the people. “I mean, so far so good but... Thinking about it now, I’m just a little bit concerned that a more... Unhinged type of person, drinks one, you know? I was just so caught up in getting everything prepped here that I actually didn’t give it much thought.” 

Hundreds of calls trickled through the emergency services dispatch every day. Most were related to falls at home, incidents of low blood sugar, or accidents out and about on the roads, but every now and then, Cynric picked up on one or two that weren’t quite so ordinary. Whether it was the coded language the caller used or the nature of the call itself, it all spoke to something he recognized as supernatural— and that was his cue. Tonight, he found himself just outside of Sinners, tending a young woman who he could only guess had offered herself up as a volunteer vampire snack, and instead of taking a pinch, the vampire had clearly tried to take the whole pie— much to Cynric’s irritation. When he’d gotten her sequestered away in the back of the ambulance, she’d been pale and clammy with a dangerously low blood pressure— all consistent with excessive blood loss. It was no secret that Cynric wasn’t the biggest fan of vampires to begin with, but when something like this happened, it twisted him up more than usual. After pumping the girl full with fluids and stabilizing her as well as he could from the rig, Cynric hopped down from the ambulance with a vile curse, eyes peeled for someone to shove his frustration at. "Hey!" He called out when he spotted Devin nearby. "You need to tell your leeches to take it easy,” he snarled as he stabbed a finger back towards the ambulance, "One of 'em nearly killed that girl."

​Pleasance was a lot of things but for it to start raining paper cups was probably not something Devin would have expected from a town in which she had already mentally prepared herself for the damndest occurrence. She just didn’t think it would actually happen. 

“What the fuck?” She never shied away from swearing, though now that she was starting to spend more time around her little niece and nephew, she had begun the practice of reigning the urges in. Out in public, however, the recipient of such crude remarks was anybody’s guess.

Her annoyance did not wane when she realized that it wasn’t raining cups at all; on the contrary, a pair of perfectly groomed brows and a seemingly permanent scowl greeted the stranger despite his apologies. “How hard is it to walk over there and throw the damn thing properly?” She wiped off the small splashes of the sticky liquid on her cheek and a bit on her hair. It was the wrong day not to wear her hair up on a ponytail. “What are you, some cool guy on a cool bike who thinks littering is cool and badass?”

Reza shifted his weight from one foot to another. What’s wrong with his woman? He already apologised, didn’t he? It wasn’t as if he wanted to throw his cup at her. Though by the way she reacted, she probably deserved it. Besides the bin was only a few feet away from him, and he usually able to shoot his shot rather accurately. It was just one of those times where he missed only by an inch, but this woman was making a huge racket over it.

“Yeah, I think littering is cool and badass, which is why I came here to pick it back up and throw it into the bin.” Reza refrained himself from calling the other an idiot, but it showed on his face how much he wanted to insult the woman back for making a scene out of it. “Look, I said I was sorry, didn’t I? What do you want from me?”

despite being only a second year, it had never stopped anastasia from hanging out with people outside of her year. the powers were what they really had common anyway, right ?? not what homework assignment was annoying them the most, something she was determined not to think about at the moment. “ oh my god, devin, i’m digging that outfit ! think it’ll hold up on the tilt-a-whirl ? ” she asked with a grin. 

“You got here early.”