Ambrose started checking her email on the android.
As she saw the latest message, she winced.
Look, I've been trying to get this out of my head for the last five months, but... Holy shit, it's been haunting me. You haven't turned up at college for months after the incident and... I'm not sure what I'm going to do now that... it happened. Ambrose, are you a werewolf or something? I feel ridiculous asking this, like I'm in some stupid paranormal romance novel, but... I really just wish I could have said goodbye if you have to go somewhere. I want to know because I'm afraid about you, Ambrose.
I love you, Ambrose, no matter what happens.
Boomchickaboom was also known as Michael Leary, Ambrose's boyfriend. A medical student, a kind British guy who rarely drank, wasn't an asshole and was quite smart and funny. Ambrose had to cut all ties off with him due to Aesir, but... She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She tried to replace him with one-shot dates, but nothing matched. Maybe, she thought, it would be possible to meet up again... Maybe if she asked?
...
She really missed him.
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"Heh, sure... I'll get your cars fixed, if you want." James looked on at the wreckage.
"How, exactly?" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow. James was a mystery, but he didn't seem like a complete hostile. Maybe the tactics were to scare them away? James was confusing.
James smiled in a "Watch This" way, and walked over to the cars. He closed his eyes and held his arms out, and began to whisper something. Red runes appeared around him, and something began to whisper.
Chattur'gha, Antorbok, MagormorThe cars floated in the air, suddenly covered in a red energy, flipped themselves properly and were set down, perfect condition. A very confused looking Bakster also tumbled out, and looked around.
"What the hell was that!?""I agree, what did you just do there?""It's a gift." James smiled at Eric.
Eric sighed.
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Bakstur was having a dream. Usually his dreams were tainted by sanity being destroyed, gods being obliterated and sentient life reduced to screaming, cannibalistic savages. Not this one. He was dreaming of Ambrose.
Werewolves always made him... curious, to say the least. Bakstur was an aspiring writer, and for some reason his mind always drifted to werewolves when writing. That beauty and the horror of being made not yourself, the curse and yet the power that comes with it... It would make a brilliant story. He always found werewolves much better protagonists then vampires if he was asked to write about urban fantasy. Bakstur just liked werewolves, though, it wasn't a fetish or anything. It was just interesting for him. He always wanted to talk to Ambrose, have a good long talk about it, but he never got a chance. They lived states away, they wouldn't be able to talk except on missions, which is no place for it.
Ambrose and Bakstur were sitting across from each other in a forest. Ambrose was naked, as was Bakstur. It wasn't an erotic feeling, it just felt natural as if that was how it was meant. Bakstur looked at Ambrose, and she looked back at him. Then she began to change. Subtly, at first. A patch of fur here, a claw there. In 10 seconds, she was a humanoid-ish wolf staring at him.
Bakstur didn't change. He felt vaguely awkward.
"Why don't you change?" She tilted her head as she asked this.
Bakstur awkwardly smiled and chuckled.
"Uh... Uhm... Well, I'm..." He scratched his head and sighed, feeling socially awkward and idiotic for no real reason.
Then he woke up.
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Kathryn raised an eyebrow at James.
"Could you be less vague?""Yeah, or you're probably not going to be breeding any time soon." Eric nodded, playing along with the routine. Things were going okay. James knew what he was doing. Question is, would James buy it?
"It was a gift from dark gods called the Ancients who would like to eat the universe ASAP since they failed at eating another universe the last time. What else do you need to know?" James chuckled.
"Seriously, it's just a magical art, the Aesir Initiative knows about it. It's not evil."Kathryn's eyebrow was in danger of falling off with the raising of it she was going to need to do if this guy was the norm for wizards.