Snippet #2679302

Were Valko's horns showing? He thought they might be, and if so then his skin had darkened every so slightly, as if he had gotten a sudden tan. His eyes would be a bright blue, his hair reddish, and that damned scar would be visible. Being around any of the sins made it hard for him to control his darker side, but Aj-Sha, it was always worse with her. Maybe it was her power, maybe it was the sheer fabric.

"Careful of papercuts, dear." Valko says, reaching down to pull a similar letter, though it was now a bit crumpled, from the from pocket of his dress pants. Opening it, he holds it up for Aj-Sha to see, then folds it back up and places it once again in his pockets. "So, we're going home then? I don't know whether it sounds like a dream or a nightmare. Place brings back a lot of memories, huh?"

Just thinking about the place, what had caused them all to decide it was time to even invent that place, causes green energy to wisp up from Valko's hands, now clenched at his sides. Taking a breath, he looks Aj-Sha over, getting a good look at her now, and the wisps thicken a bit before he lets the breath out and begins to ease back into his humans form. He was sure no humans were close enough to be affected by either of them, but better safe than sorry. Boy was that a phrase he'd learned the hard way.

"Are we getting the band back together then?" He asks before turning and walking over to the bed. He takes a seat at the foot of it, crosses his arms over his chest as he looks back up at Aj-Sha.

(Meanwhile...)

Quincy was a big man, even if it was mostly muscle, and standing under the lights all day had taken a toll on him. His feet hurt, he was sweating buckets, and all he wanted to do was retire to his dressing room, slip into a pair of his worn jeans and a ratty t-shirt and be on his way. The combination of heat from the stove tops and the bright overhead lights, not to mention those the camera people set up all around the set, almost made him miss the old days, when he wandered the dark back alleyways. Thankfully this would be over soon.

Some cooking network had decided that Quincy needed to be on television for longer than thirty seconds. They wanted a show, not just some commercials. Personally, Quincy didn't care one way or the other. He was getting to cook and eat as much as he wanted, and he was getting paid for doing it.

"Alright Bo, we're done for the day." Alexandria, one of the producers, a dark haired woman who might have been attractive to Quincy if she wasn't the size of a dry stick. She had taken to calling him Bo and he didn't mind that, he just wished she would eat something every once in a while. "You looked good out there. They tell me the pilot episode will air in a couple of weeks, and if all goes well the network wants to sign you to a ten episode series, with a holiday special, of course."

"Of course." Quincy says. He reaches back to untie his apron, and as he does so he activates his ability. Everyone is busy cleaning up the set and doing whatever it is they do with the equipment. Taking just a dash of his red energy, he touches it to Alexandria's shoulder, just enough to make her a little hungry for something other than salad. "I don't suppose you'd like to grab something to eat later, would you?"

"Now that you mention it, I am a little hungry." Alexandria says, blushing as her stomach growls.

"I know a nice little Italian restaurant downtown." Quincy says with a smile, folding up his apron as Alexandria walks him towards the dressing room. "Meet there in half an hour or so?"

"Sure..." Alexandria says as she turns back. The smell of the food that had been cooked during the episode lingered in the air and she almost licked her lips.

After speaking for a moment more, Quincy steps into his dressing room and shuts the door behind him. Turning to face the door, he hangs his apron on a hook mounted there, and when he turns back he finds a raven perched on his mirror. "Nevermore?" Quincy mutters as he walks over to the bird, unable to discern how it got into this room, and how no one noticed it. He notices the letter then and after the raven lets him take it, he breaks the wax seal and takes a look.



"I see," Quincy says as he looks up from the letter, frowning when he finds the bird mysteriously gone. "It seems I may have to cancel my dinner reservations. Such a pity, I was looking forward to seeing Alex enjoying herself tonight. Maybe I'll return before she grows old and dies. Shouldn't be gone for that long this time...I hope."