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Gage stuck his hand out and let the sky filter through his fingers as stepped off the building. Just for a moment he closed his eyes. The force of it against his face, the rush in his ears, and the way it made his jacket flap like a fish out of water. He sighed. Sometimes it was the simple things in life.
Eyes open. The asphalt hurtled towards him. A yellow cab raced toward his landing zone twenty feet below- now seventeen. His heart pounded in his chest. The driver’s face appeared in the windshield. Brakes squealed. Fifteen feet- now ten.
His wings shot out. Muscles strained against the wind, his feathers flared. Seven feet- now five. The taxi swerved, but so did he. Gage put his feet out, striking the headlights. All he remembered was the whites of the driver’s eyes as he flew over the hood.
The wingman grinned, sailing back into the sky as the cabbie got out and proceeded to scream.
“Ha ha! That’s for making me fly in the drenching rain last Tuesday!” he called. This issued a stream of curses from the ground and- oh! A few new ones, too. Thanks for that. He arked up, leaving the human to himself and his insurance company or whatever. He had better things to do than dive-bomb traffic.
Coasting over the streets, he watched the tops of people’s heads. A faun in a rainbow beanie and leather jacket at the ATM machine. That syrin busking on the street corner, not because she had to, but because ‘music is life’ as she put it. A centaur delivering mail, dressed to the nines in his uniform and cap. Then he spotted someone, the burly figure and horns unmistakable. He tucked his wings in for the dive, this time fluttering onto the sidewalk behind the man. As he landed, one flip-flop broke and slipped up his ankle and he stumbled, concrete scuffing the wrist of his wing. Nice going, Gage. This is what you get for wearing those things in thirty-degree weather. He thought, popping the plastic shoe back together. Then he glanced up to find the man still walking away. “Hey, Rex! Wait up!” Gage called, doing and awkward sort of hop-flap as he tried and get his shoe back on the right foot.
He followed Rex to the coffee house, and as the door closed behind him, Gage ran up to catch it. Met with the warmth of the great indoors, the ambient radio and voices, and the earthen smell of java, he stopped to take a quick breather, “Hey, dragon-man.” He said, finally within earshot or Rex.
The guy turned around, a mask covering his face all the way up to his horns, “Wyvern.” He said.
“Huh?” Gage blinked up at him as they made their way to the counter.
“I’m half wyvern not dragon. There’s a difference.”
“Er- oh.” Then he noticed the girl behind the counter. The poor little barista all but turned pale when the dragon- er, wyvern guy walked up. Gage blinked as she nodded fretfully as Rex demanded a ‘plain black coffee,’ and walked off without leaving a name. He hadn’t seen her here before. Gage shook his head and laid on arm on the counter. "Hey, uh... he's with me." He said, nodding to his friend as he made for table four, “And don’t worry… he hardly bites at all.”
She blinked at him, not totally grasping what he meant. At last she facepalmed, “Oh, you mean the-? Yeah, um…” She sighed, “Sorry, I’m just really nervous. First days, you know?”
Gage cracked a grin, "No, no. It’s okay. So, can I a salted caramel mocha?" He said, nervously rapping the counter top as someone stepped into line behind him. “Just put ‘lord darkness’ on both cups and I’ll come pick it up.”
She snorted, scribbling on cup with sharpie. “That your name or his?”
“Hey, I can take care of myself. I’m- I’m lord darkness material.”
As she stared down at him, she raised a brow. “Size?”
“What?”
She giggled, “Size. What size do you want your coffees?”
“Oh.” He said, realizing that Rex had forgotten that, too. “Um, yeah. Both large, I guess.”
Another snort, this time with a smile as she wrote on the second cup.
The man behind Gage leaned forward. “I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry, could I go ahead and place my order? Thanks.” He said, then started concocting his order. A shot of this and a shot of that, though it sounded an awful lot like a normal americano. Jeez, man. It’s coffee, not rocket science. Gage gave the girl a three-fingered salute, but she was too busy to notice.
He turned to table four, where Rex sat with another, somehow unfazed by the hulking wyvern beside her. What was her name again? Missy? Or was it Misty? Gage grabbed a chair and spun it around with the back facing the table. “Hey-” he smiled.
“Oh. Hey, Gage.” She peeked out of her hood, then rolled her eyes and stood up, “I’m going to go order.” She announced, and walked away just as he sat down.
He clenched his jaw as he watched her go, then, crossing his arms over the back of the seat, he shoved his chin into the sleeves. Well, that went splendidly. He glanced up at Rex, "So, uh... I helped the trash guys out yesterday. Dumb dog was after him again.” He muttered through his jacket sleeve, though it didn’t look like he was listening. Thinking for a moment, he asked, “Did you get the tree off that lady’s house?”
Rex drummed his fingers on the table, “Yeah. When is everyone going to get here?” he said as he sprawled his leathery wings out, and rocked back in his chair.
He shrugged and mumbled something into his jacket just as footsteps shuffled in behind him. At first, he thought it was Misty coming back, but instead a dark-haired boy slid into a chair beside him. Gage grinned as the boy glanced at him, as if looking for an invitation to speak. “Hey, Crow!” he said, lifting his head.
Before Crow could respond, brakes squealed outside. An ancient 2023 Ford stopped just outside the window, sat in the lane for a moment. They watched the driver’s hands spin the wheel, then eke the truck into reverse, trying to parallel park. After about five tries, the guy managed to squeeze the truck into the spot. The door flew open, and all Gage could see was bat wings fall out, nearly knocking over an elderly couple. Once he righted himself he sputtered an apology to them before he hurried into the coffee shop. Almost every eye was on him, and his face blushed bright red as he slid into the closest booth to hide.
“Oh, come on,” Someone growled. Misty strode up beside him, steaming cup in hand, “Come on, man. Don’t be emo.”
“I’m not emo!” he said as turned his bat-ears back, and blushed even harder. She grabbed him by the hem of his shirt and dragged him over to the table.
"Sit," she barked, and he sat.
Gage grinned, and gave the guy a friendly shove with his wing. “Welcome back, Aero.” He said. The bat dude nodded, stuck his hands between his knees, and stared at the tabletop. Misty flopped down beside Rex, perhaps a little too close for his comfort. He grumbled and moved out of her way as she and flipped her hood off and fluffed up the hair around her canid ears.
Someone called out something. Then again. Gage didn’t quite hear it until the third time. “Oh, that’s me.” He laughed to the barista, backing out of his chair. He hurried up to the counter and pulled at the wad of ones in his pocket, and half a dozen gum wrappers tumbled out with it. Oops, he thought, and bent down to pick them up and toss them in the trash. Then he reached for the coffee. "Thank-"
The barista stopped him with the flick of her pointer finger, and tilted her head, "You're like, the first one I've seen pick up after themselves," she said, "thank you."
He blinked, glanced down at his flip-flops, and blushed. "You're welcome." He whispered as he laid the wad of dollar bills on the counter, and grabbed the two cups. “Keep the change.”
When he turned around, two more were hovering at table four. A girl with a smile like Cheshire-cat, and a guy in plaid whose hair looked like it had been through a wind tunnel. Gage smirked and handed Rex his ‘plain black coffee’ “Tor, and… it’s Zen, isn’t it?”
Zen nodded before turning back to Crow, talking about how fast he could go, and Crow just taking it all in with wide eyes. Especially when Zen drank his coffee too fast and nearly spit it out on everyone. The girl turned around, wielding her Frappuccino. "I'm actually early today!" she said, raising her eyebrows, "And if I’m on time, y'all had better be here."
He shoved his nose into his coffee to keep from laughing. “Y’all.” He said under his breath, then he noticed Misty glaring at him. Had she heard or something? Maybe those ears weren’t just for decoration. Okay, time to change the subject. "Great, so are we all here?" Gage asked loudly, "Dang, I can't hardly keep track of everybody. Maybe I should have some pamphlets made or somethin’. Like, 'Hi, fill-in-the-blank. Welcome to the mighty crew of misfits'." He wiped the cream foam off his nose and lowered his voice, "But seriously, guys I think we have our first real mission. Some guy in downtown wants us to investigate a house. Something about crying at night. The police don't have a warrant, so... I guess it’s up to us." He set his cup down with a bang, "Who's in?"
"I guess I'm in," Crow said almost immediately, followed by a chipper agreement from Tor. Rex just nodded, glaring at the sharpie scribbles on the side of his cup.
Gage noticed Misty still glaring at him, so he tipped his chin at Zen, "Hey, new guy. You in?"
Zen crossed his arms and nodded calmly.
"Yeah, I'm in too." Misty said with monotone in her voice. She took a sip of her almost gone chai latte and gags "IT'S COLD!" she yells, coughing. Gage blinked at the cup in her hands. Was that… frost on the sides? Gage smacked the table, "Alright! Majority rules. We'll head down there tonight. We meet at the train station at 8:00. Then its hammer time." By now, most of the people in the building were either staring at them, or getting up to leave. He snorted and rolled his eyes. Normal people.
"Guys, we're out of our minds. Am I right?" she said, her blue-gray eyes sparkling- perhaps more so now that she had coffee in her system.
Gage nodded "Yup! I mean, look at us. Buncha untrained white people sittin here sippin our girly coffee thinking we're going to save the world. Of course we're out of our minds, but I would rather be out of my mind doing the right thing than sitting at home wallowing in my sanity. Wouldn't you?" He blinked, "Gosh. When did I become a motivational speech... ist? Speech-maker...? Ugh. Nevermind."
Aero chuckled and "wing bumped" Gage's wing. "Sounds like a good plan to me." He said, then glanced at all the staring people and went quiet again, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself. Then he noticed something, and Gage followed his gaze to the corner. There sat a girl, hiding behind her backpack, not staring a girl. The table grew silent.
Misty, having recovered from her coughing, and sighed "Tayn!" she yells.
Aero flinched. "Woah, man. Bat ears." He muttered.
She ignored him, "JUST COME OVER HERE!"
The girl in the corner jumped, her eyes growing wide. Sheepishly, she dragged a chair over to the already-full table. There came a tap at the window. Then another, and out of the corner of his eye, Gage saw it. Hail? The forecast hadn’t called for hail today. He shrugged it off. Probably just a fluke. He glanced back to the group “So I-” then something popped, and ice spattered all over his face.
Misty stared at him, remnants of a cup in her hand, as frost grew on the table beside it.
After a moment, Gage licked a shard of ice off his face, "Hmm. Chai tea?” he said. She regained her composure and narrowed her eyes, and he let out a nervous laugh. “We are probably the messiest people in this joint, aren’t we? What with Zen spitting up coffee, and you blowing up tea." As he got up and flagged the barista down, he could feel her eyes on his back, "Hey! Can I get a dish rag and some napkins? Um, don't want to ruin my tidiness reputation." He said.
She pulled the to-go cup she was filling out from under the foam pump, "Oh! Yeah- I mean no, I'll get it," she moved toward the sink and as she did so, the cup slid out of her hand, splattering on the floor.
"No, let me!" He said as she sputtered her frustration, "I insist." He moved behind the counter and moved back toward the kitchen to look for a mop.
Misty got up, "I guess I'll help too, sorry I shattered the cup." She said, and started to pick up the bits of frozen tea and pieces of the cup.
A few of the employees gave him a funny look as he appeared in the back room, but when they recognized him, they either shrugged or rolled their eyes and went back to working. Just another of Gage’s shenanigans. Finally locating the ancient mop, he wet it in the sink and brought it dripping over to where Misty and the barista were picking up what they could. "Mop, mop, mop." He said, clenching his jaw to keep from laughing at his own joke. Then he took the wet thing back where it belonged, and even found one of those, 'caution, wet floor' things. He grabbed it and propped it on top of the puddle. Just to be professional. Then he grabbed the rag out of the sink and went to work on the tabletop. Most of the tea was frozen into a cup-shaped glob, but he wiped it anyway. Also for the sake of being professional. "Alright, anyone else want to spill their cup? Now's the time, here's your chance! No? Good." He said, dropping the tea ice-cube into the trash and handing the rag to the barista. "So! Who's this?" He said, bumping Tayn's shoulder with his wing. "New recruit?"
Tayn dropped her cup of coffee but caught it again before it spilled somehow. "Hi, yes. I'm not sure I'll be much help but... I'll try." She said as more hail pounded the window.
"Ha! Cool. I, uh, I'm Gage, and this is Rex. Rex, say hi." He chided.
Rex grumbled.
"Nice to meet you." Tayn nodded, "So, when you said '8 tonight at the train station' do you mean to imply we are getting on the train? You know trains are dangerous in bad weather." She said quietly.
He carried on, not quite hearing her, "And this is Misty, she freezes stuff, oh, and Aero. Awesome flyer. Nice guy. Crow is a shapeshifter- What? Oh, yeah no. We’re not getting on a train. Everybody just knows where the train 's at. We're going into the residential area once we're all there. Zen here is new, too. He can go like, a bazillion miles an hour. And then there’s Tor, the cowpoke.” He grinned.
"Hi everybody." Tayn said, and waved to everyone. She clutched onto her backpack strap and fiddled with the metal ring, "I'm glad we will be walking. You never know when a freak snow storm will hit." She laughed nervously.
"Hey," Crow said. He looked surprised when she said something about a 'freak snow storm'. "Uh, I really doubt it will snow, but I guess it's possible." he shrugged.
Rex, who had been silent all this time, shuffled in his seat as Misty sat down beside him again. “All I want to know.” He said at last, still glaring at the side of his cup, “Is why mine says ‘lord darkness’.”
Eyes open. The asphalt hurtled towards him. A yellow cab raced toward his landing zone twenty feet below- now seventeen. His heart pounded in his chest. The driver’s face appeared in the windshield. Brakes squealed. Fifteen feet- now ten.
His wings shot out. Muscles strained against the wind, his feathers flared. Seven feet- now five. The taxi swerved, but so did he. Gage put his feet out, striking the headlights. All he remembered was the whites of the driver’s eyes as he flew over the hood.
The wingman grinned, sailing back into the sky as the cabbie got out and proceeded to scream.
“Ha ha! That’s for making me fly in the drenching rain last Tuesday!” he called. This issued a stream of curses from the ground and- oh! A few new ones, too. Thanks for that. He arked up, leaving the human to himself and his insurance company or whatever. He had better things to do than dive-bomb traffic.
Coasting over the streets, he watched the tops of people’s heads. A faun in a rainbow beanie and leather jacket at the ATM machine. That syrin busking on the street corner, not because she had to, but because ‘music is life’ as she put it. A centaur delivering mail, dressed to the nines in his uniform and cap. Then he spotted someone, the burly figure and horns unmistakable. He tucked his wings in for the dive, this time fluttering onto the sidewalk behind the man. As he landed, one flip-flop broke and slipped up his ankle and he stumbled, concrete scuffing the wrist of his wing. Nice going, Gage. This is what you get for wearing those things in thirty-degree weather. He thought, popping the plastic shoe back together. Then he glanced up to find the man still walking away. “Hey, Rex! Wait up!” Gage called, doing and awkward sort of hop-flap as he tried and get his shoe back on the right foot.
He followed Rex to the coffee house, and as the door closed behind him, Gage ran up to catch it. Met with the warmth of the great indoors, the ambient radio and voices, and the earthen smell of java, he stopped to take a quick breather, “Hey, dragon-man.” He said, finally within earshot or Rex.
The guy turned around, a mask covering his face all the way up to his horns, “Wyvern.” He said.
“Huh?” Gage blinked up at him as they made their way to the counter.
“I’m half wyvern not dragon. There’s a difference.”
“Er- oh.” Then he noticed the girl behind the counter. The poor little barista all but turned pale when the dragon- er, wyvern guy walked up. Gage blinked as she nodded fretfully as Rex demanded a ‘plain black coffee,’ and walked off without leaving a name. He hadn’t seen her here before. Gage shook his head and laid on arm on the counter. "Hey, uh... he's with me." He said, nodding to his friend as he made for table four, “And don’t worry… he hardly bites at all.”
She blinked at him, not totally grasping what he meant. At last she facepalmed, “Oh, you mean the-? Yeah, um…” She sighed, “Sorry, I’m just really nervous. First days, you know?”
Gage cracked a grin, "No, no. It’s okay. So, can I a salted caramel mocha?" He said, nervously rapping the counter top as someone stepped into line behind him. “Just put ‘lord darkness’ on both cups and I’ll come pick it up.”
She snorted, scribbling on cup with sharpie. “That your name or his?”
“Hey, I can take care of myself. I’m- I’m lord darkness material.”
As she stared down at him, she raised a brow. “Size?”
“What?”
She giggled, “Size. What size do you want your coffees?”
“Oh.” He said, realizing that Rex had forgotten that, too. “Um, yeah. Both large, I guess.”
Another snort, this time with a smile as she wrote on the second cup.
The man behind Gage leaned forward. “I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry, could I go ahead and place my order? Thanks.” He said, then started concocting his order. A shot of this and a shot of that, though it sounded an awful lot like a normal americano. Jeez, man. It’s coffee, not rocket science. Gage gave the girl a three-fingered salute, but she was too busy to notice.
He turned to table four, where Rex sat with another, somehow unfazed by the hulking wyvern beside her. What was her name again? Missy? Or was it Misty? Gage grabbed a chair and spun it around with the back facing the table. “Hey-” he smiled.
“Oh. Hey, Gage.” She peeked out of her hood, then rolled her eyes and stood up, “I’m going to go order.” She announced, and walked away just as he sat down.
He clenched his jaw as he watched her go, then, crossing his arms over the back of the seat, he shoved his chin into the sleeves. Well, that went splendidly. He glanced up at Rex, "So, uh... I helped the trash guys out yesterday. Dumb dog was after him again.” He muttered through his jacket sleeve, though it didn’t look like he was listening. Thinking for a moment, he asked, “Did you get the tree off that lady’s house?”
Rex drummed his fingers on the table, “Yeah. When is everyone going to get here?” he said as he sprawled his leathery wings out, and rocked back in his chair.
He shrugged and mumbled something into his jacket just as footsteps shuffled in behind him. At first, he thought it was Misty coming back, but instead a dark-haired boy slid into a chair beside him. Gage grinned as the boy glanced at him, as if looking for an invitation to speak. “Hey, Crow!” he said, lifting his head.
Before Crow could respond, brakes squealed outside. An ancient 2023 Ford stopped just outside the window, sat in the lane for a moment. They watched the driver’s hands spin the wheel, then eke the truck into reverse, trying to parallel park. After about five tries, the guy managed to squeeze the truck into the spot. The door flew open, and all Gage could see was bat wings fall out, nearly knocking over an elderly couple. Once he righted himself he sputtered an apology to them before he hurried into the coffee shop. Almost every eye was on him, and his face blushed bright red as he slid into the closest booth to hide.
“Oh, come on,” Someone growled. Misty strode up beside him, steaming cup in hand, “Come on, man. Don’t be emo.”
“I’m not emo!” he said as turned his bat-ears back, and blushed even harder. She grabbed him by the hem of his shirt and dragged him over to the table.
"Sit," she barked, and he sat.
Gage grinned, and gave the guy a friendly shove with his wing. “Welcome back, Aero.” He said. The bat dude nodded, stuck his hands between his knees, and stared at the tabletop. Misty flopped down beside Rex, perhaps a little too close for his comfort. He grumbled and moved out of her way as she and flipped her hood off and fluffed up the hair around her canid ears.
Someone called out something. Then again. Gage didn’t quite hear it until the third time. “Oh, that’s me.” He laughed to the barista, backing out of his chair. He hurried up to the counter and pulled at the wad of ones in his pocket, and half a dozen gum wrappers tumbled out with it. Oops, he thought, and bent down to pick them up and toss them in the trash. Then he reached for the coffee. "Thank-"
The barista stopped him with the flick of her pointer finger, and tilted her head, "You're like, the first one I've seen pick up after themselves," she said, "thank you."
He blinked, glanced down at his flip-flops, and blushed. "You're welcome." He whispered as he laid the wad of dollar bills on the counter, and grabbed the two cups. “Keep the change.”
When he turned around, two more were hovering at table four. A girl with a smile like Cheshire-cat, and a guy in plaid whose hair looked like it had been through a wind tunnel. Gage smirked and handed Rex his ‘plain black coffee’ “Tor, and… it’s Zen, isn’t it?”
Zen nodded before turning back to Crow, talking about how fast he could go, and Crow just taking it all in with wide eyes. Especially when Zen drank his coffee too fast and nearly spit it out on everyone. The girl turned around, wielding her Frappuccino. "I'm actually early today!" she said, raising her eyebrows, "And if I’m on time, y'all had better be here."
He shoved his nose into his coffee to keep from laughing. “Y’all.” He said under his breath, then he noticed Misty glaring at him. Had she heard or something? Maybe those ears weren’t just for decoration. Okay, time to change the subject. "Great, so are we all here?" Gage asked loudly, "Dang, I can't hardly keep track of everybody. Maybe I should have some pamphlets made or somethin’. Like, 'Hi, fill-in-the-blank. Welcome to the mighty crew of misfits'." He wiped the cream foam off his nose and lowered his voice, "But seriously, guys I think we have our first real mission. Some guy in downtown wants us to investigate a house. Something about crying at night. The police don't have a warrant, so... I guess it’s up to us." He set his cup down with a bang, "Who's in?"
"I guess I'm in," Crow said almost immediately, followed by a chipper agreement from Tor. Rex just nodded, glaring at the sharpie scribbles on the side of his cup.
Gage noticed Misty still glaring at him, so he tipped his chin at Zen, "Hey, new guy. You in?"
Zen crossed his arms and nodded calmly.
"Yeah, I'm in too." Misty said with monotone in her voice. She took a sip of her almost gone chai latte and gags "IT'S COLD!" she yells, coughing. Gage blinked at the cup in her hands. Was that… frost on the sides? Gage smacked the table, "Alright! Majority rules. We'll head down there tonight. We meet at the train station at 8:00. Then its hammer time." By now, most of the people in the building were either staring at them, or getting up to leave. He snorted and rolled his eyes. Normal people.
"Guys, we're out of our minds. Am I right?" she said, her blue-gray eyes sparkling- perhaps more so now that she had coffee in her system.
Gage nodded "Yup! I mean, look at us. Buncha untrained white people sittin here sippin our girly coffee thinking we're going to save the world. Of course we're out of our minds, but I would rather be out of my mind doing the right thing than sitting at home wallowing in my sanity. Wouldn't you?" He blinked, "Gosh. When did I become a motivational speech... ist? Speech-maker...? Ugh. Nevermind."
Aero chuckled and "wing bumped" Gage's wing. "Sounds like a good plan to me." He said, then glanced at all the staring people and went quiet again, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself. Then he noticed something, and Gage followed his gaze to the corner. There sat a girl, hiding behind her backpack, not staring a girl. The table grew silent.
Misty, having recovered from her coughing, and sighed "Tayn!" she yells.
Aero flinched. "Woah, man. Bat ears." He muttered.
She ignored him, "JUST COME OVER HERE!"
The girl in the corner jumped, her eyes growing wide. Sheepishly, she dragged a chair over to the already-full table. There came a tap at the window. Then another, and out of the corner of his eye, Gage saw it. Hail? The forecast hadn’t called for hail today. He shrugged it off. Probably just a fluke. He glanced back to the group “So I-” then something popped, and ice spattered all over his face.
Misty stared at him, remnants of a cup in her hand, as frost grew on the table beside it.
After a moment, Gage licked a shard of ice off his face, "Hmm. Chai tea?” he said. She regained her composure and narrowed her eyes, and he let out a nervous laugh. “We are probably the messiest people in this joint, aren’t we? What with Zen spitting up coffee, and you blowing up tea." As he got up and flagged the barista down, he could feel her eyes on his back, "Hey! Can I get a dish rag and some napkins? Um, don't want to ruin my tidiness reputation." He said.
She pulled the to-go cup she was filling out from under the foam pump, "Oh! Yeah- I mean no, I'll get it," she moved toward the sink and as she did so, the cup slid out of her hand, splattering on the floor.
"No, let me!" He said as she sputtered her frustration, "I insist." He moved behind the counter and moved back toward the kitchen to look for a mop.
Misty got up, "I guess I'll help too, sorry I shattered the cup." She said, and started to pick up the bits of frozen tea and pieces of the cup.
A few of the employees gave him a funny look as he appeared in the back room, but when they recognized him, they either shrugged or rolled their eyes and went back to working. Just another of Gage’s shenanigans. Finally locating the ancient mop, he wet it in the sink and brought it dripping over to where Misty and the barista were picking up what they could. "Mop, mop, mop." He said, clenching his jaw to keep from laughing at his own joke. Then he took the wet thing back where it belonged, and even found one of those, 'caution, wet floor' things. He grabbed it and propped it on top of the puddle. Just to be professional. Then he grabbed the rag out of the sink and went to work on the tabletop. Most of the tea was frozen into a cup-shaped glob, but he wiped it anyway. Also for the sake of being professional. "Alright, anyone else want to spill their cup? Now's the time, here's your chance! No? Good." He said, dropping the tea ice-cube into the trash and handing the rag to the barista. "So! Who's this?" He said, bumping Tayn's shoulder with his wing. "New recruit?"
Tayn dropped her cup of coffee but caught it again before it spilled somehow. "Hi, yes. I'm not sure I'll be much help but... I'll try." She said as more hail pounded the window.
"Ha! Cool. I, uh, I'm Gage, and this is Rex. Rex, say hi." He chided.
Rex grumbled.
"Nice to meet you." Tayn nodded, "So, when you said '8 tonight at the train station' do you mean to imply we are getting on the train? You know trains are dangerous in bad weather." She said quietly.
He carried on, not quite hearing her, "And this is Misty, she freezes stuff, oh, and Aero. Awesome flyer. Nice guy. Crow is a shapeshifter- What? Oh, yeah no. We’re not getting on a train. Everybody just knows where the train 's at. We're going into the residential area once we're all there. Zen here is new, too. He can go like, a bazillion miles an hour. And then there’s Tor, the cowpoke.” He grinned.
"Hi everybody." Tayn said, and waved to everyone. She clutched onto her backpack strap and fiddled with the metal ring, "I'm glad we will be walking. You never know when a freak snow storm will hit." She laughed nervously.
"Hey," Crow said. He looked surprised when she said something about a 'freak snow storm'. "Uh, I really doubt it will snow, but I guess it's possible." he shrugged.
Rex, who had been silent all this time, shuffled in his seat as Misty sat down beside him again. “All I want to know.” He said at last, still glaring at the side of his cup, “Is why mine says ‘lord darkness’.”
goodnight
She already did it
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