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Cassandra just smiled. "I'm Cassandra, the one that sent out the post," she said as they began to play another round.

The knock startled him, out of his thoughts. “Yes, I am fine.” he answers, reaching for the package of new contacts. With practiced fingers he places the new set in trying to come up with good reasons for the loss of appetite. Maybe they will not noticed, with all the stuff going on around there he started to doubt they would. But then Raya is an inquisitive one, who is also far to exhausted to care beyond her nose.

He hoped the gem would not take to long to finish, he needed to eat specially now starting out on a new quest. Not really understanding what he was getting himself into, all of it sounded bizarre to say the least. Hopefully he won’t have to deal with demons, he detested demons.

Making sure he had cleaned up his mess before stepping out of the tiny enclosure, he moves back toward the group.

Cassandra smiled as Kyanite returned, the cards being dealt to include him. "Welcome back," she said softly. "Feeling okay? You were gone for a while..."

Vaughn was back to hovering in the doorway, a habit of his that he seemed to enjoy, especially as he got to see how Cassandra interacted with the others and could see which ones could possibly be a threat and those that could be a great help in the future.

“I didn’t mean to cause an alarm.” Kyanite stops short, his hand on his stomach puzzlement marching over his features. The gem landed in his stomach followed by the sickening liquid made his stomach turn, his body was not fully ready for the expel.

This was going to be nasty, not the first impression he wanted to give. Maybe he could make it to the rest room. The moment he is on his feet it brought a wave of over powering nausea, makes it a few rows away before he leans over and starts puking.

The gem gets stuck in his improperly lubricated esophagus, his body continues to work hard to expel the gem. It will have to be taken out manually, Kyanite’s right palm turns blue as liquid rock leaks from his pores. Hardening into a sharp dagger, he cuts a vertical line careful to avoid his artery.

It still didn’t stop the gush of blood splattering over the seat as he falls against the empty bench. The blue crystal dagger landed hard on floor, as Kyanites fingers slide into his flesh searching for the stone. Finally his fingers touched it, he pulls the ruby free not bothering to look at it as he presses his hand against his wound.

Vaughn quickly grabbed a towel, pressing it to the wound as Alex and Adrian came rushing onto the train, stopping Cassandra as she tried to get out of her seat to see what was going on, the twin blondes blocking her view as Vaughn held the cloth tightly in place. "Some warning might have been nice," he murmured softly.

Why couldn’t things like on beer commercials happen to him? A few beautiful women and a good time. But no, he is laying in a puddle of his own vomit with the Lord of the Nightmare Castle pressing a towel against his self inflicted wound. Life just couldn’t get any better than this.

“I barely had time to react.” he states, he felt no pain but the smell was starting to get to him. “I think I’ll be alright now.” His hand moving to the towel.

Vaughn slowly released the towel, still looking down at him with concern. "You sure you're going to be all right?" he asked quietly.

“As odd as it sounds, it is not the first time I have ripped into my neck.” Kyanite points out sitting up. “Comes with the territory of being who I am.” Glancing over to see the twins fully protecting Cassandra from the mess, it struck him odd the would do such a thing. If she is all that the post said she is, Cassandra would be no stranger to a little blood. He had to question who she is, his trust in her lagged slightly. She did travel with demons, and his luck with demonic individuals were less than favorable.

“If you would be so kind to retrieve my bag, since you are so clearly protecting your Mistress from what I have done. Point me to the shower, I will get myself decent once more.” the under tones of his voice where clearly of untrust, although he didn't mean it to be. Everything has fallen into place so easily, only now did he question it fully.

Who did send him that email?

Just then, Cassandra managed to wiggle her way past the blonde-headed barrier, Kyanite's bag in her hand as she pushed them away, ignoring the mess as the twins protested heavily. After allowing them the brief luxury of protesting a bit further, she turned her head and shot an angry look at them. "Oh, shove a sock in it, you two! A little blood and vomit isn't going to kill me, or I would have been dead when Jonny was born!" she snapped, her eyes winking a strange blue for an instant before looking back to Kyanite and handing him his bag. "You going to be okay?"

As the twins continued to fuss over her, she finally snapped for them to just go back outside and continue directing traffic. Turning again to Kyanite, she said softly, "Sorry about them, they all have these ideas about how they think a lady should act and stuff... I don't really fit into that category all that well," she said as she took another towel that Vaughn offered, beginning to help clean up the mess. "I hate being everyone's 'Mistress', because then they all expect the world of me, and..." Her voice trailed off as she continued to clean, taking another towel. "And it never fails that I disappoint them in the end," she finally said, shifting her legs a little as she kept cleaning.

When the mess had been cleaned, Vaughn grabbed the soiled towels as Cassandra led Kyanite to the showers near the bathrooms. "If you need anything else, just let us know," she said with a small smile, turning to head back.

“Thank you.” he mumbled doing his best to help in the cleaning process. Grabbing the dagger and the ruby shoving them in his pockets.

Watching her retreat back into the train. “I do understand not living up to others ideals.” he states before turning toward the much needed small bath room. Not sure if she had heard, it didn’t matter really all truth comes out eventually.

Peeling off the towel looking at the flesh that still oozed blood, the cotton had soaked up plenty. A little to much in his opinion, his eyes returned to the mirror and his wound. Stretching out his neck using on hand to hold the flesh together, a finger from his free hand slides over the wound sealing the flesh together with crystal. When he is finished it appeared as if someone had drop paint on his throat, and dried in a long drip.

Cold water stole away the scent of vomit and other masking agents he normally wears. Leaving only a hint of soap and the odor of a water logged cave, which brings childhood memories. Growing up as the chief’s son brought many ideals he never lived up to, automatically his finger touches the red crystal embedded above his breast bone. It still amazed him how fast one decision can turn a path in life.

Pulling on his clothes he quickly comes to the conclusion the smell will never leave his leather jacket. Emptying out the pockets he tosses in the trash, alone with the other vomit covered clothes. Picking up his backpack and heads back to the rest of the group, he slides into his seat mumbling apologies.

Cassandra stopped walking at Kyanite's words, mulling them over for a long time before Vaughn found her again, snapping her out of her reverie. Smiling faintly at the tall man, she made her way slowly back to her seat, sitting back down with the others as Vaughn watched her closely. Concern was written in his eyes and was obvious on his face, but he didn't voice the question that sat on the very edges of her mind. There would be time enough to question her alone, where she wouldn't feel uncomfortable with speaking her mind, and now lay the task of collecting any other Creators that would hopefully arrive before the train left.

When Kyanite sat back down, Cassandra smiled at him. "Feeling better?"

Alex and Adrian were back outside again, shouting and waving, putting extra emphasis on "Somewhere, Connecticut" and "Platform Four" and "Leaving soon". They looked like quite the pair, shouting in unison and waving their arms in an almost flailing motion.

"Yes, thank you." he states sinking back into his seat, his eyes wandering a bit landing on something outside the train. His brain still lost in time.

The newly formed crystal sent a dark and sinister vibration through the crystal walls of his room, the transporting crystal latched upon his flesh like a leech. He could not tear it off no matter how he tried, as it fused to his very bone.

His father stood over him staring at the bloody chest and the red stone. “You stupid fool! I told you not to make it.”

Touching the stone hidden under his shirt, he lets out a near mournful sigh, letting his hand drop to his lap. The feelings of his father’s disappointment returning to his soul, he squeezes his eyes shut trying to block the memory.

Cassandra watched him for a moment, recognizing the lost look and the sad sigh, asking softly, "Bad memory?"

After a moment, she seemed to realize that she spoke and looked away. "Sorry, didn't mean to pry..."

Kyanite blinks at Cassandra, glad to be pulled out of the embarrassing moment of his past. “It is alright.” he states forcing a small smile. “We all have a bit of bad memories we wish to change. Unfortunately, no one is immune to such things.”

His eyes dance over to the tall Lord, as he pushes away a lock of damp hair from his face. “Well at least I think so. I don't know how being someone’s creation works. Forgive me for being unaware of such things. Do you have a past? Or is it simply forgotten when you came to life?”

Vaughn smiled a little. "Indeed, I remember all of my life before being Created. Of course, I rather just walked right off the page and into the world."

Cassandra seemed to have recovered somewhat, mumbling, "And right into the middle of my book signing..."

"That wasn't my fault," Vaughn said defensively.

"Well it wasn't exactly mine, either."

“A book signing?” Kyanite had to laugh, shaking his head. The images of people screaming and cowering before the tall man, who most likely would have cleared out the book store with a look. “Oh man, that would have been hard to explain away. So how did you explain the noble’s sudden appearance?” He gave her a puzzled look. "What do you mean it wasn't planned? Do you have no control over bringing to life your creations?"

"Well," Cassandra said, remembering the incident, "I distinctly remember squeaking, dropping the book I was holding, and then making a break for the back door... And no, I have zero control over it, whatsoever. Well, a little, sometimes, if I really will it to happen, but for the most part, it happens on its own..."

Slightly disappointed at the lack of information, Kyanite nods understanding the need for secrecy on her part. So he filled in the rest in on his own, all the possible events that lead up to the running for the back door were slightly mind boggling. He didn’t pry any farther all that sort of stuff will be known in time.

“I don’t know if I could handle such a thing. All that I create is a painstaking endeavor.” He pulls out the dagger from his bag to prove his point, showing off the now clean blade. Not his best work, under the circumstance it did the job. He is alive, that is what matters. He lets it melt back into his palm returning to the rest of the stored material hidden inside his body. “But then my creations do not have life of their own. They are simply tools.”

Cassandra nodded, looking at the crystal blade. "Yea, it didn't look very pleasant from where I was sitting..."

Looking around at the small group that had gathered on the train, she gave a small sigh. "Well, it seems like this might be all the positive responses I'm going go get from my post... Oh, well, I'm not really sure what I expected from what I had to say, anyway..." Giving a small smile at thr group she added, "And I bet you're all just bursting with questions... I think it's safe to answer questions now, I probably won't have to repeat them unless I get more passengers the second time around. So, anything you guys want to know? I'm an open book."

Dizzy, meanwhile, nearly leapt from his seat, and watched pale-faced, through the action. He was just beginning to realize that these 'people' may be extraordinary - perhaps much more so than he. It was intimidating, and not a small bit frightening, although he found it especially odd that they were all so nonchalant about this strange, strange stuff. His particular talent, he could always hide, and was never forced to show, so it didn't really affect the way he acted around others. And their powers were so... tangible. He was a bit jealous. Looking at Vaughn put him a bit out of his mind when he considered that the man was a fictional character, but with all the complexities and solidity of anyone born of man. Nothing Dizzy'd ever done was that real.

After Cassandra's question, he actually raised his hand, and asked, "What do you mean second time around?"