The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Ikon and Lupe
When: Afternoon
Where: Dance Studio
What: A chance encounter

( If you are interested in succubus, then you are incubus, si? )

Who: Ioakeim and his mother
When: Night
Where: Their home in Finland
What: Ioakeim reaches his limit.
Note: The dialogue in this scene would be in Finnish, not English, but I am too lazy to look up everything and translate so I'm just not going to. <3

It was the middle of the night and Ioakeim was still awake. He hardly slept these days, though, so that was nothing new. He was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge with the lights turned off. He was hungry, always hungry, but no matter what he found to eat, he knew it wouldn't go away. He hungered for something else completely and yet his appetite was lost.

Suddenly the light in the kitchen came on and he looked back over his shoulder to see his mother there. She frowned, looking him over. He was dressed only in boxers which did little to hide much of anything and she couldn't help but remark, "You look thin." Ioakeim gave her nothing but a shrug in response which only seemed to serve to infuriate her.

"Ioakeim," her voice was harsh. "When is the last time you've eaten?"

Retrieving a few items from the fridge and turning to the counter, he replied curtly, "I'm eating right now."

A brow arched sharply, her lips pursing tightly and eyes narrowing. "You know that is not how I mean." He shrugged and went about composing a sandwich, feeling her eyes burning into him but he didn't lift his gaze to meet her own. "This is because of that girl, isn't it?" She had seen the tattoo. She had heard him talk about her to his younger brothers and sisters. "It's happening again. You're letting yourself waste away because of some... some... halfbreed!"

Ikon could and had and would tolerate a lot of things, but that word set him off. "Don't you dare call her that!" This was perhaps the first time in known history that he had ever screamed at his mother like this, anger flooding through him as he practically jabbed his finger down her throat. "Point in fact, don't even fucking talk about her. You don't know her, you don't need to know her, so you can shut your fucking mouth."

His mother was flabbergasted. This was unexpected. She grew hot behind the ears, her face flushing. "Don't you talk to me like that in my house!" She reached a hand out to fling the items off the counter top so he could no longer use her to avoid looking at her. "As long as you are under my roof, you will treat me with the respect that I deserve!"

Ikon laughed curtly. "Deserve? Oh you think you deserve respect now? You deserve nothing! Not from me, not from anyone!" Approaching her quickly, the smaller woman backed up until she could back up no more, pinned between her angered son and the wall. "That halfbreed is twice the woman you have ever been or will ever be. And she loves me, a concept that a used up whore like yourself wouldn't understand."

By this time, the rest of the house was starting to stir. One of the younger ones came lumbering into the kitchen, sleepy eyed and with a frown upon his little lips. "Brother, is everything okay?" This was a snap back to reality, a sudden reminder of the reason why he had stayed here for so long already.

"Everything is fine, little man." Ioakeim offered him a weary smile. "Go back to sleep. It's a long time until morning still." He was silent until the boy had done as he was told.

"You will rot in the deepest and darkest circle of hell for what you've done to your daughters, my sisters, and to your sons," Ioakeim said in a soft but serious voice. He turned his gaze back on his mother once more. "At first light, we leave. And if you try to stop me, I will rip out your heart and let the dogs feast on it."

That said, Ikon turned to walk out of the room, leaving her alone. He had officially bitten off more than he could chew. But he could not, in good conscience, leave any of those children here with her.

Who: Will, Ikon and Syn
When: Evening
Where: Ibiza, Spain
What: Vacation Begins!
Rated: NSFW

( Name, Syntax. If lost, please return to Will Grey. )

Who: Rocky and Ikon
When: Evening
Where: His Apartment
What: International Cuisine
Rated: TBD

After playing mediator between Will and Syn earlier in the day, Ikon was definitely looking forward to spending a little time hanging out with a cool and attractive woman and enjoying some quality Italian cuisine. It definitely sounded like a good end to his day. And since Syn was gone to help Will pack his things up from the place he had been staying, they would have the place to themselves for a while, though he had ordered extra food to put in the fridge for the sprite for later since he might be hungry when he got in.

Taking a few minutes to straighten up the place, Ikon then unlocked the door so Raquel could let herself in before moving to flop down on the sofa to wait for her. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of his more comfortable leather pants that sat low on his hips, his hair a bit of a wild mess from where he'd washed it earlier in the day and had only run his fingers through it before letting it air dry. The tv was turned down low, set on a disaster movie marathon on the Syfy channel that really wasn't doing much to keep his attention but was at least providing some background noise.

"Come on in," he yelled when he heard her knock, leaning forward to grab the remote to power the television off. Smokey eyes found her once she'd come into view and he smiled as he verbally greeted her, "Hey pretty."

Who: Will, Syn, Ikon and Rocky
Where: TJS then a club far far away. In Boston.
When: Tuesday evening.
What: Will is feeling naughty plus recruits.
Rating: TBC

Will was waiting outside for his comrades which apparently consisted of Syn, Ikon, and a new addition of Rocky. He wasn't sure how to take that. She had agreed to go, so presumably she understood where they were heading to. Dressed in his best the angel leant against Ikon's car, looking both at the school then to the starry sky. It was a nice night. He remembered idly how he used to look at the constellations and re-name them with Haddon. And more recently, how he'd looked at the stars and wondered if James was doing the same thing.

He shook that thought from his head. Tonight was not about that. Tonight was about letting loose, being free and having some fun. What kind of fun was to be decided, but as he saw his sister-in-law heading towards him wearing a minute, cold-looking outfit (which he assumed had been at Ikon's request but with her he could never tell), Will shot her a grin, still looking out for the others.

Who:  Declan, Ikon and Syn. Later Wes!
Where: On campus, near the staff apartments
When: Afternoon
What: Declan's doing rounds and collapses! Ikon and Syn to the rescue.


Not having felt his best for the past couple days, Declan was trying to take it easy on his shifts, spending most of the time in the office watching the cameras, filing paperwork and only doing rounds when it was necessary. Unfortunately now seemed to be one of those times. Classes had just started, so most students were out of the halls meaning he probably wouldn't run into anyone on his walk. Though it wasn't typical for him, at the moment that suited Declan just fine. He threw on a jacket over his light sweater before heading out for the walk around the campus.

With stomach cramps, headache and nausea, it would have been a smarter decision to ask Garret to cover his shift  so Dec could rest. It didn't make sense to the dryad why he was feeling ill and he was focusing on that while walking. He was a tree. He wasn't supposed to catch bugs like the flu. His usual route was taking twice as long, something Declan noticed when he was close to the staff apartments. He paused for a moment, trying to get the energy together to make it back to the office. It wasn't working. Dec closed his eyes as the ground rushed forward to catch him as he passed out.

Who: Syn, Ikon and Will
When: Evening
Where: St. Patrick's Church then Boston Underground
What: The boys go to retrieve their friend.
Rated: NSFW-potential with the possibility of BDSM

After much debate, or at least a few minutes worth, it was decided. Ikon would drive Syn to the church and Syn would go in alone. Syn would have went on his own all together, but Ikon wasn't having it. He wanted to be there for the other man too even if he couldn't go inside. So since Syn couldn't drive, it made sense. And the pair of them headed off within moments of Syn having hung up the phone with Father Sheldon.

Neither of the boys knew their way around the city so it took them a while to figure out how to get where they were going. Who knew there were so many damn churches in New England?! At last, they pulled up in front of the massive building and Ikon gave Syn's shoulder a squeeze before the smaller man got out of the car. He could tell that he was nervous, and perhaps for good reason.

Leaving the sanctity of the car behind, Syn climbed the steps to the door, hesitating for an instant before going inside. He knew he wouldn't burst into flames or anything, he was only a sprite after all, but with his choice in lifestyle, this seemed an odd place to come. He glanced around once he was inside, frowning a bit when he saw no one there. "Hello?" He called out. "Is anyone here?" His voice echoed off the high walls and ceilings sending a chill down his spine. Churches had always freaked him out.

Who: Ikon and Rocky
When: Evening
Where: His apartment
What: Roommate exchange program

Why Syn had offered up their place for some strange girl to come hang out while he was off with Will Grey, Ikon had no idea. But he had, and Ikon could only assume that the girl was on her way unless she'd found somewhere else to go. It was the idea that she may have decided to go elsewhere that had kept his ass planted firmly on the sofa instead of going with his initial idea of taking a shower, changing clothes, and making himself look good. It wasn't like this was a date, after all. He didn't even know whether or not he would want to impress her. And Ikon was of the school of thought that if someone couldn't handle him at his worst, they didn't deserve him at his best.

Of course his worse consisted of him laying back on the sofa with a joint between his lips. His messy hair was hidden by a beanie, hands disguised by fingerless gloves. He wore a t-shirt with a long sleeved hoodie over top of it, black of course, paired with some black work pants. He also still had his boots on, giving the look of a man who was ready to get up and head out any minute though that wasn't the case. He was just cold. Fucking New England in the Winter had not been the best idea but here they were and there he was watching some documentary type thing on the History Channel about the mythos of Hell.

Who: Syn and Ikon
When: Evening
Where: The school grounds then their apartment
What: Moving In

"Brr..." Ikon was shivering, arms wrapping around himself as he and Syn exited the main building and started across the grounds. They had just left the head mistress' office where they had had a brief orientation and have been given keys to their on campus apartment. That was definitely one of the nicest things about this place so far. No other place Syn had worked had provided free housing for their staff.

"On kylmä," he remarked. "Tuntuu kotiin." That earned him a look from the smaller man beside him which he simply responded to with a grin.

"Asut," Syn replied, but then he moved to slip an arm around the taller man's waist, Ikon draping his own arm over his small shoulders in return.

( There's two bathrooms! )