#magicalmultimuse

  Robin’s home was a safe haven for the boy away from the orphanage. Whenever he wanted to come over, even if the older boy wasn’t home, he had a way to get in. Like a bug through a crack in a window. That’s why finding out it was locked when he swung by to hang out for a while was quite the shock. The magical man didn’t give much of a reason why other than ‘he was out’.

  Now, a couple hours later, he was making the attempt again. Hopefully he was back by now, though just about anything could’ve happened to slow him down. Kouki banged his fist against the front door as loud as he could.

The first few days after Diamond settled on the far outskirts of Concord passed quietly enough. After the kids from the nearby truck stop helped him block off the unsafe portions of the house he’d chosen, he spent the rest of that evening unpacking, sorting out temporary accommodations for his brahmin, and scouting out a good location for a longer-term setup for her. 

He spent the next morning attempting to sleep off an ill-timed migraine, and by the time he’d recovered from that a light rainfall had started again. He made sure the brahmin’s current grazing area hadn’t gotten too waterlogged and then finished inspecting the house; removing radroach egg cases and other trash, checking for damaged areas, and determining which windows were still intact enough that he might be able to unboard them to let some light in. 

Diamond also spent that time thinking. 

By the time the second morning dawns clear and passably dry, he has adapted his plans for the next year to suit his newly unplanned living situation… and has made up his mind to have an honest conversation with the kids. He has far less to lose by confiding in them than they might in speaking to him, and trust has to start somewhere. 

“Can you believe this?” Lexi laid himself across the couch with a groan, pointedly ignoring the textbooks he had dropped onto the coffee table. Honestly, he didn’t even want to think about them. “We just finished midterms, and the professor is already having us do another big test. It’s supposed to be thirty percent of our grade, too!” Which is part of the reason why he had come over to Diana’s place. So she could help him study.

  He could feel that. In the sea of energy where he stood, an approaching power of strange origin was far from hard to notice as it approached. He could hear the ever closer footfall as well, but only somewhat over the rushing water of the river as it flowed forth from its underground source. However, it wasn’t wooden sandals nor was it the life force of the zealots; it was something else entirely.

  Though his sunset gaze still focused on the enormous cluster of crystals that made up the cavern’s back wall, he’d make it apparent that he wasn’t blind to his tresspassing.

Theo sensed the other magi before he actually saw him; He wasn’t sure if he was sensitive to their energies because of his experience or what, but it was easy enough to recognize. Not quite loud like Serene, but definitely...bouncy, for lack of a better word.

Perfect timing. For once.

He’d been busy, taking a break from patrol to prepare. Three crystals were hovering in front of them, each of them glowing a pure white while he took a close look at them. Making sure each had plenty of energy in them. When Pulsar got close, Theo grabbed two of them. Holding them out to the blue magi with a slight air of impatience.

❛ hey kid. ❜       his voice is soft when he approaches hope. he knows that she’s probably going to send him away because despite sticking with their little group all of them still weren’t comfortable enough to fully engage in conversations. he rubs the back of his  neck  sheepishly  before  deciding  to  finally  speak  again.  ❛ i just had luck looting a house.  i thought maybe you’d want some stew. ❜   it’s all he can really offer  ---  he’s not sure of what reaction he’d get if he offered her company. not that he wouldn’t;    he feels bad every time he sees one of his  young companions alone. it must be awfully hard living in this world while being in the age where they should have fun and enjoy life.         ❛ only if you want. ❜  

A slightly frazzled looking girl glances up from where she is sorting books in an overflowing cart, a cat balanced on one of the less teetering piles. 

“We close in twenty minutes,” Abbie says, and then points to a sign which says, in neat ink, ‘stragglers will be teleported to the parking lot.” Is it a joke? It’s hard to tell.

  He would’ve helped with more than just the door, he could’ve just as easily carried in some of those groceries, though it looked like his friend had it all under control. However, he had to admit it was kinda nice to not have to help with every little thing that happened around the house.