Haunted Roads

Who: Ayamfua and Jerzy
Where: Lobby
When: Week Two: Friday, Evening
What: Fua has been waiting to speak to him, with powers so similar

Ayamfua sailed through the front doors generally unremarkable and silent. While there was a preternatural grace to her, she had an easy, personable way around her that tended to help her not stand out. With her scarf wrapped around her head and her simple, dark denim jacket and long skirt with boots she faded into the crowd rather well. For those that did not know some of her mystique and history, she would hardly turn any heads. A very dramatic difference from most of the other beings around who were her age.

In another five hundred years, the story would likely be the same. After this much time, it hardly seemed likely that she'd change all that much in that time. Holding one hand with long, delicate fingers in front of her nose she felt her temporary body heat warm the front of her face. Poor lost thing, mesmerized by her eyes. It would hopefully be a lesson to not be so dangerous. No crimefighter herself, Fua had seen strong, blustering men fluster after waking up and knowing that they had, for a short time, been utterly powerless. It wasn't a feeling she cherished, but all things had their uses.

Patiently, she strolled to wait by the elevators with her young companion. He didn't know it yet, but she was very fascinated by him. She could see the power in his vision, like a translucent beam that heightened her own in some ways, but sometimes showed little phantom shapes. Like most odd symbols of people's abilities, Fua learned to quickly ignore it when she needed to focus on him. He looked so fragile, scared even. She looked to her left and caught his nervous eyes.

"Hello." She said graciously, nodding her head a little at him, with the softest smiles. Then she turned back to stare at the elevator display, as seemed appropriate in today's age. You did not befriend the faun without patience.

WHO; ALPHONSINE & FUA
WHEN; Wednesday, in the early evening hours
WHERE: The Underwater Dome Exhibit, Seattle Aquarium
WHAT; One of Ally's nights off leads her to take in the peace of the underwater life
RATING; G, can be changed if necessary

It was so quiet here; she wondered what it would be like to really be at the bottom of the ocean or even suspended in the middle of it. The looming darkness below, the haunting unknowns of creatures and places that had yet to be discovered--the only uncharted waters left in this world. Here, she could be at the bottom and be safe from harms, but she wanted to feel the quiet against her ears. Maybe, just maybe, one day she would have to make arraignments for one of the private dives into the aquarium. There was always tomorrow, and the next day, and the next...

The Underwater Dome Exhibit was her favorite in the whole of the Seattle Aquarium. The regular hours had ended some time ago, but on particular nights when no other events were scheduled, and if one knew the right persons, people like her could have all the time that might like to wander through. Some nights, she would buy her ticket and stand against the glass at her favorite patch of reef and watch the fish live their lives. They darted in and out of the many holes as if in play, in their own backyard, until they felt the desire to rest as all living creatures do. Other nights, like tonight, she was content to lie on the floor in the middle of the room and just look up, very much as she would when the skies were especially clear and revealed the stars.

She wondered what other creatures might move like sharks--snakes, perhaps, but it was difficult to say. There was something in the way they glided through the water that reminded her of how quickly snakes could slither across the ground. It was their grace that made her take notice. Even the especially large sturgeon was a beautiful swimmer. Ally imagined that human bodies looked terribly uncoordinated to these creatures, if they had the capacity to make judgments.

Hands folded on her stomach, legs stretched out before her, Ally was fine to lie on the floor. It was carpeted and they did vacuum it often, so it was not as if it were a filthy practice. Her blonde curls had softened and began to lose their shape, splayed out a bit around her head and above the collar of her leather trench coat. She looked like any other stylish, young woman that cared to venture out on this Seattle evening, save for the fact that perhaps others would be a bit more reserved with where they laid their head. The only real differences were, of course, that as she laid there, her chest did not rise and fall as another's would; and when she grinned, which Ally did from time to time when the fish did something that amused her, she was careful of how much tooth she bared, as two were a bit longer than usual.

A shark gave a short chase to a smaller group of the salmon and they darted over the glass and past Ally's head. She tilted some to see where they had veered off, but she knew they would be fine. They traveled in a great quantity and must be able to avoid predators. Ah, the shark, though; she wondered how solitary their lives truly were. People came and went behind her, or rather above and behind her head, but she paid no mind. Times like these, she wondered if there really were mere-creatures and if Ariel had been a real creature before Disney stole her identity for profit.