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Eris Jones

A Reluctant Demon

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a character in “How To Deal With A Demon”, as played by WendyDarling

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"I am more than what I am."

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F ┠┨ "Jones"

Her hair changes colors almost weekly, but that's due to a salon, not any skill of her own. Similarly, her curly horns were also due to science, and their blue shock of strangeness matches the color of her eyes. A layer of muscle like steel lays under soft curves, echoing the friendliness of her manner that hides something much... darker.

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Stubborn┠┨ Kind┠┨ Sarcastic┠┨ Devout

Eris struggles between her species and her sense of identity. So she can seem moody, when her demon self fights with the soul she believes she still possesses. Outwardly, she's easy to befriend and even charming, although her sarcasm and cynicism about the world around her can pop up now and then.So while she has "normal" friends, none of them know what she really is... or what she'd do to them, if her resolve ever weakened.

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Labartu ┠┨ Straight

Eris took the name after scientists made her what she is. She can remember something of her past, and the "average" life she recalls in the Midwest makes her present a high contrast. The Council's intervention made all the difference.

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As a Labartu demon, Eris possesses a second set of sharp teeth she can bring out at will, or can come out on their own if she's extremely hungry. Her strength and speed are also augmented, as is her ability to track prey. She may have other abilities, but as she doesn't like to explore them, they remain unknown.

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So begins...

Eris Jones's Story

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"Special? Guinea pig?" Eris tried not to laugh, but utterly failed. Once it died down, she explained, "I'm from a little nowhere town in the middle of the US, and the Council certainly does not consider me either of those. Although I guess an experiment is closer to to truth. They want to see how I will cope in the outside world, if I can keep hidden and follow their rules." Although frankly, I wasn't doing that bad on my own. Not really. Except for... but that wasn't my fault. And then the Council had snatched her up and made their judgement, and their sentence. Japan wasn't bad for a prison, but prison it was. And as for the length of the sentence, well, no one had bothered to tell her.

Her lips quirked. "And yes, I am aware that the Council has made me your responsibility and you, too, would track me down, but I know how futile that effort would be. I'm not interested in knowing the consequences of such an action." Because they might just go ahead and kill me, just to be done with it.

Eris wished they knew each other better for this conversation. She knew she was leaving much unsaid, and wondered if the same was true for him. Time enough for that later, assuming they ever got closer than "annoyed babysitter" and "reluctant employee." That might be setting her hopes far too high, but Chou certainly seemed like a potential friend. As long as there was one, she supposed, she could get through this.

"A proposition, hm? Sounds intriguing!" Eris quipped as she put her hands on her hips. "And yes, I have everything I need for now. The Council was good enough for that, at least. Well, shall we?" She asked, motioning to the door. "And yes, before you say anything, I am quite eager to explore. I've never really been much of anywhere before.

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”The... US? I think I've heard of that.” Molyneux was neither from this world nor permitted to leave the confinements of Japan, but it was a wonder that he even knew other places existed beyond it. If anything the Council was good at one thing it seemed, as the man was well educated in many ways and was practically a sponge when it came to retaining information. Well, only the sort of information that the half-demon actually wanted to remember. ”This place ought to be 'fun' for someone like you to explore, I'd imagine it has the things that you'd find pleasing.”

The front door flew open after he spoke, a loud bang following as a small woman came pacing through it at a determined rate. She did not look at all amused. ”And where are you going?” She demanded to know, hands squeezed hard against her hips. Her long, pink ponytails flopped this way and that in rhythm with her footsteps, the girl carefully eyeing the departing pair. ”So, you're the new girl? Huh! What's this, a fun day out? We have a business to run!” Before Molyneux could even open his mouth the girl was upon him, promptly patting down the edges of his coat and slipping a folded note into his hand. ”If you must go out then be useful and get some of these, hm? We're running low on a few bits,” she told him in reference to the note and then just as quick pinched his cheeks and forced a smile from the man, ”and at least look presentable and remember to smile! The ladies love it, dammit! We need their business in-case you forgot.”

”How could I forget?” Plucking the little woman up and setting her a few paces back from himself, Molyneux quickly fell back into his usual, almost signature frown. ”Just don't run my bar into the ground while my back's turned.”

”As if I would,” she grinned something wicked before shooing the pair out the door. If there was one thing Lillian didn't appreciate it was people lingering, and besides once the boss was away she could get busy getting the place ready for the morning regulars. ”Go, go! I'll see you two later, and just don't do anything regrettable! You will be disowned from this business if you do!” The ponytail-woman set a hand to each of their backs and with impressive force shoved the pair out the door and into the outside, before turning and shutting the door behind them rather quickly.

Molyneux had learned by now that it was always safer to say nothing and just let the woman do what she did. ”That was Lillian, my manager,” he told Eris while tucking the list into his inside pocket. They'd have to pick up a few things on their way back, if only just to keep the little witch happy. ”Which means she's also your manager and so you better do as she says, unless you fancy being turned into some horrible little pond-dwelling creature.” He wasn't joking either. With that said Molyneux turned and began to head down the street, leading the direction into the city. Luckily it was a nice day and the weather wasn't too bad.

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Almost dumbfounded by the whirlwind of activity that was the "bar manager," Eris quietly followed Molyneux out into the sunlight. It sounded like Lilian was yet another person she would have to impress, not only to keep her job, but to keep getting turned into anything--that is, if Molyneux was in interest. She didn't know him well enough to know if he was joking, but he certainly didn't seem like it. She was, however, a person who liked lists, and that could only be for the better.

The city looked much different in the daylight than it did at night. When in the darkness it was lit up with neon lights like jewels, albeit flashing ones, in the daytime it was much more monochrome. Certainly not dull, she noted as she observed the humans rushing around them, barely giving her and her boss a second glace. Too busy, or just too interested? She had no idea. Eris had been prepared to face some scrutiny, and a few did stare, but whether it was the company or her outfit, they seemed to dismiss her as just another eccentric. There were some girls dressed similar to her on the streets, others in costumes like she had worn the day before, mostly in groups. And there were even a few dressed even more wildly, which she found encouraging to see. None with horns, but there were some unique ensembles that put even those in the shade.

Everything was in Japanese, but the spell allowed her to read it well enough. Lots of advertisements for all sorts of things, most quite uninteresting, but on an unassuming section of the entrance to a subway, she saw a mention of a night market. That could be a good place to find deals, especially since she needed food in more bulk than most. And Lilian didn't seem the type to simply let her supplies be depleted without taking action. As Eris wanted to avoid whatever "action" that would be, a night market seemed to be a good place to venture. Assuming she had the time off, of course.

"So what all does Lilian do?" Eris asked, breaking the silence. "She seems very ... capable, and her hair is amazing. What is she?" Not to mention she was around the same height as Eris herself, which was uncommon at home but seemed more common here.

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Molyneux looked at her for a moment before answering in a quieter tone, ”She’s a witch.” In-case any unwanted attention fell upon them, the man didn’t feel a need to say it out loud. But rather just loud enough that only she could hear him. ”She looks after things when I’m not there and is... a shrewd business woman really,” he went on, seemingly knowing that last part all too well. And yet despite that the man was admittedly grateful for the little witch. ”Just don’t give her reason to snap at you and I think you’ll live.”

He had noticed Eris carefully observing something, but paid it no mind and motioned for her to keep following him. ”It’s a pretty big place, but we could get around more productively if we wanted to take the train. There’s a local service that runs through all the major spots in this district,” he told her, ”though it might be a bit cramped, at least you’d see more of the area that way and with those horns I doubt anyone is gonna bother us. Plus, you did want to know a good way to get around and out of the city, right?” He knew that would get her attention for sure, and even if Molyneux didn’t exactly agree with it presently, he’d entertain the girls wild ideas of fleeing the city for now.

There was a local station just up the hill, overflowing with bodies rushing in and out of it expectantly at this time of the day. Molyneux had only been there a handful of times though, but enough to know how it worked. ”Anyway as I had mentioned earlier I have some things to discuss,” he spoke up, keeping a close eye on the smaller girl and making sure she didn’t wander off too far or get lost in the crowd. Frankly there were loads of people about, some even looked at Molyneux with rather questionable glances however, he quickly stared them down all the same. ”I had done some thinking last night, about you, the bar, this situation and other things. But basically how I’m going to deal with you and make this work.”

Not giving too much away just yet, Molyneux appeared just a tad mischievous at that moment as he tucked both hands into his pockets and kept walking. ”But there’s another thing I’ve been meaning to ask. What’s with your fascination with hair? Is that a human thing, or a you thing?” Molyneux asked, arriving at the grand opening that lead into the station. It was certainly busy and quite noisy, with chatter filling the air and voices echoing above them from speakers; but for whatever reason luckily, the passerby's seemed to keep a safe distance from the odd duo.


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The train. Something to remember. And be very, very polite to the witch. Got it.

"Just a me thing," Eris said, her attention moving away from the crowd. "It's fun to be able to change something I can control, y'know? And it makes me feel like I stand out less, like it goes with the whole thing. Believe me, with normal hair, jeans and a tshirt, plus the horns, I look quite suspicious." She shrugged. "The demons where I was living before suggested it. They actually suggested piercings, too, but I haven't gotten around to them. The whole punk thing, I guess?"

The noise of the train station was too loud to speak for a moment, so she paused as they went through the turnstiles and onto the train. Holding tightly to a ring above her, the noise of the crowd dulled to a distant hum and instead, the sounds of the train moving on the tracks and quieter conversations of the passengers was a stark contrast.

"I wish I could make this easier for you," Eris said, shifting her feet a little. "I had no more choice in this than you did, and as far as I could tell, I was surviving just fine on my own. And although they didn't tell me how long I would be here, believe me, I'll be as helpful as I can and leave as quickly as they allow."

Another wave of passengers cramming into a fairly full train made her pause. The horns gave her a bit of extra space, but Japanese passengers, inured to the weird and more concerned with fitting into the train, had started to press in. It didn't seem a good time to elaborate, so she stopped again. And really, what else can I say? He's not happy, I'm not happy, no one's happy. The Council seems to really excel at doing that to people.

It took only another stop before it was time for them to exit the train, so as they walked outside and the crowd rapidly thinned, Eris finished by saying, "If you'll just give me a shot, I won't let you down. I know my situation is... problematic, but I'll do my best."

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Molyneux still didn't quite grasp the whole hair thing. He couldn't even remember how he had become human, at least in looks and whether or not it was down to experimentation or his own will to have some control over his appearance. But even then the man had never changed it since. Either Molyneux didn't care that much about it or he just didn't know how to alter it.

Only when boarding the train did he finally push the thought out of his head. He had concluded that he just didn't care that much and slung the notion with the rest of the collection of things that he didn't give a toss for; and there certainly was a lot mind you. The noises that cluttered the spare around him didn't bother Molyneux too much, he was an expert in feigning ignorance to things, almost effortlessly so. He only snapped back into conscious mode after hearing the girl speak to him, or possibly he was that surprised by her words that he was thrust from his thoughts unexpectedly, judging by the slight off-guard expression he made.

Molyneux remained fairly still and silent for the duration of their ride, his trained gaze rarely faltering from the whirling scenery beyond the window. Only when the train rolled in did the man begin to move, and when it came to a halt and the crowd poured out, the half-demon proceeded to head for the nearest exist and escape the flow of bodies that scattered across the platform.

”If you think you were surviving just fine on your own then chances are that you weren't,” he said when reaching outside and adjusting his collar, ”the Council are good at least at keeping dangerous monsters under their thumb, and given your sorry case I'd highly doubt you were managing.” He had actually taken the entire train ride to come to that result, more over figure how he'd respond. But don't misjudge him. Molyneux was by no means a fan of the Council, but their judgment regarding his kind was something else. After what they had done to him the half-demon could only believe that there had to be some reason for them snatching the girl in the first place. Was he wrong? Who knew. ”Besides the Council improved you, did they not? You actually have power now which is something a demon should value,” he pointed out. ”And you really ought to start putting that mouth of yours to better use. Or rather, I'll put it to use.”

Pressing onward, Molyneux made his way down the street. As he did the surrounding public made obvious attempts to part and go around him, though the streets were packed and bustling with people and bodies bobbing up and down in a sea of faces up ahead. When looking over his side Molyneux saw his own reflection clearly, enclosed within the mirrored outlines of blurred forms madly hurrying past him in every direction as their reflections danced along the buildings large shiny walls. It was a bit noisy and loud and even nauseating at times, but Eris would soon get use to it with any luck.

”I know a place nearby that will interest you,” he said and lead the way, not really giving her a choice. Molyneux had sounded somewhat reluctant to suggest it, and going against his better belief, he took Eris down a small alleyway that was just a few blocks down from them. Then, once following down a long, winding path hidden behind the much larger neighbouring buildings, the pair arrived a small shop nestled away at the end of the path. ”The owner owes me a favour,” he told Eris, raising a hand and motioning towards the almost boutique like shop. Molyneux had no real need for such a place – it was expensive and stylish and not entirely his taste – but he did know it sold nice things and catered more towards their kind; which was likely the reason as well as to why it was often targeted by rogue monsters. Needless to say Molyneux had been sent there a few times. ”Why don't you go in and see if there's anything you want? Just give my name and they'll let you have it.” Molyneux asked before shoving his hand back into his pocket and seeming disinterested again.


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"The Council...?" Eris paused, then shook her head. "No, I met them later... or rather, they found me later. So far as I know, this was done to me by someone altogether different, and for what purpose, I don't know. As to whether or not this makes me better, I will agree to disagree. In many ways my human life was simpler, and certainly less dangerous. And besides, I never wanted power."

She took a deep breath and blew it out, then shrugged. "But what's done is done. And I am much more able to defend myself now than I was, and for that I am indeed grateful."

Listening to Molyneux' explanation, she followed as they made their way through the city, surrounded by masses of people. At Molyneux' offer, she stifled a gasp, but not the wide grin that followed. "That is very generous of you, boss. I would love to!"

The inside of the boutique was crammed with items, but carefully placed and organized, changing what could have had the air of a thrift shop into more of a treasure trove. Jewelry, clothes, books, and all sorts of other knick knacks and odds and ends covered the shop, each more appealing than the next. How could she choose just one thing?

Someone cleared their throat near the back of the shop and spoke, still hidden by tall shelves. "May I help you find something?"

"I'm not sure, Eris said, still trying to take everything in. My boss, Molyneux, sent me in. He said you owed him a favor. I think he feels bad for me," she added with a laugh.

"Yes, of course." An old woman came around the shelves, her spine straight despite what appeared to be an advanced age, steel gray hair ruthlessly pinned in a bun at her nape. "Molyneux." She said with a wide smile. "Such a smart boy. And so helpful! I would have lost this shop by now if not for him. Beautiful things can attract danger, but I'm sure you know that."

Eris fingered the sleeve of a fashionable black leather jacket. "Danger can also be rather indiscriminate."

"It can. But in all things, there is purpose. That jacket, for instance. It would become you well, but I do not think that is what Molyneux sent you in for." The woman chuckled. "Assuming he thought that far ahead. Perhaps you are right and he simply wanted to cheer you up, but I am happy enough to indulge whatever whim brought him here. My debt to him is far more than any of these things can repay." She looked around her shop with a proud gaze, the graceful lines of her simple clothing a great contrast to the often bedecked and bedazzled items of her shelves.

The woman looked at Eris' horns for a moment, and then back to her shop. "No, I think you need something different. Forgive an old woman her assumptions, but I think you need something more meaningful than beauty. After all," she said as she pulled a book off of a shelf, "knowledge is power, and a girl needs every advantage she can get in a world like this."

Eris took the book carefully, with respect for what looked like a loose spine and old leather binding. Carefully opening the cover, she silently read the title, and looked up with surprise. "A complete Demonology? I can't take this, it must be far too valuable."

"I insist. You can use it much better than most of my customers, and besides, I've read it cover to cover. The strengths and weaknesses of demons, as well as other dangerous creatures of this world, will help you, and if it can keep you safe I will count my debt to Molyneux paid in full." The old woman paused. "At least one of them."

Eris bowed deeply and thanked her, but the old woman would have none of it. After a few more pleasantries, Eris headed back out into the sunlight, her gift wrapped neatly in a parcel and inside a small bag. "She gave me exactly what I needed!" She exclaimed, almost skipping up to meet him on the street.

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Molyneux had been waiting patiently outside for the girl to return. She wasn’t gone all that long and soon enough he saw her emerge from the shop and near enough skip over to approach him. Looking down at her with a gaze that was somewhat empty the man asked, ”And what exactly did you need?” From what he could see of it, Molyneux couldn’t quite tell what was in the bag, though regardless it had made Eris all the more happier and that could only be taken as a positive thing. She really did seem more uplifted on her return from the place which in part struck Molyneux as odd; rarely had anything given the same effect onto him, which was likely why the man couldn’t quite understand it. ”What makes that thing so useful?”

Frankly, he had half expected her to come out parading something or another. Whatever it was girls bought these days? But what Eris left with certainly wasn't what Molyneux had imagined. If anything he was surprised by her. ”I was expecting something more different honestly,” he remarked while playing down his curiosity over the parcel. Possibly the old woman had a hand in it most likely from what the man figured. She could be rather persuasive, right? Turning and moving himself over to lean against the wall, the half-demon couldn’t help but subtly observe the girl and only slightly study her. ”So... you like getting things for nothing?” He inquired, hands still safely tucked away into his pockets. Molyneux wasn’t necessarily judging the girl but only going off from what he had seen. Besides even the half-demon had come to realize over time that the temptation that came with getting things for almost no cost at all was pretty alluring. Humans particularly were bad for it, weren’t they? Too greedy for their own good he had surmised.

”I’m owed numerous favours around this city you know, but I don't use them nearly as often,” he went on a few moments after and revealed to Eris, somewhat invested in seeing her reaction toward it. ”the Council isn’t aware of it in the slightest though because they wouldn’t approve of me actually benefiting from what I do,” the half-demon admitted rather casually. Molyneux had a strange feeling that Eris wasn't the type to rat someone out, least of all to the Council. For whatever reason funnily enough he felt little reason to hold back. Especially when cut off from the main street and out of the way from straying eyes presently.

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Eris lifted the bag as if to present the contents within to someone with x-ray vision. "A book on..." She attempted to rephrase for ears that might still be listening, no matter how few, "our people. I've been stumbling around the the dark about it, and this book will be a great help. By the way, the woman kept complimenting you, you must have done something really great for her!"

She considered the question carefully as they stood, trying to determine how best to answer. She tugged on her hair, fidgeting a little, and then spoke. "I believe, very firmly, in accepting gifts with gratitude. To do less would disrespect the giver, and an ungracious recipient is something I was raised to believe as extremely rude."

Eris looked away. "And besides..." she said, more quietly but with conviction, "repayiing debts is important. The Council's actions have prevented me from repaying several great debts, and as soon as I have my freedom again I intent to do so. It is not a comfortable feeling, knowing that out there, there are people that have done me very great favors and that I cannot do the same, to both balance the scales and show my affection and gratitude towards these people. So when you tell me that someone owes you a favor, I consider it an honor to help her to balance those scales, and it in turn puts me in both your and her debt.

"You did not have to "lend" me your favor, and that woman did not have to ensure that what I took with me was something I desperately needed. I could have left with a trinket, and her debt still would have been paid. So if there is a way I can repay this favor to you, or to her, I will do so."

Eris rolled her eyes and sighed. "That's for the best. I doubt the Council would respond well to anyone not completely under their thumb. I'm glad you're getting at least something out of this deal, because they're not exactly accommodating." She held up her hand in a copy of an oath in court, "And I swear I will never reveal any of your secrets to the Council. I owe you at least that much, in return for all you've done for me already."

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Sighing a little, Molyneux pushed off from the wall and paced back over to the girl. Quickly raising a hand and taking possession of her own before dragging it back down. ”You’re swearing to nothing, and don’t get so honourable over it; this isn’t that big of a deal you’re making it sound to be.” He told her before taking a step back. The half-demon couldn’t help rolling his eyes ever so slightly at her, the girl was so dutiful and honest, it was almost too much. ”Come on, before you swear yourself away completely.”

Turning away he began to head back up the way they came, retracing their steps back toward the open street again. ”I patrol this city most nights, that’s what I do and how I came to know that woman,” he explained simply over his shoulder to the girl as they walked together, ”it’s a bit ironic though, as I use to cause a lot of trouble in other places but now find myself slaving over this city when ordered to. That woman you met, she gets bothered a lot and the Council makes sure that I do something about it.” If Molyneux was to be gone at any point to tend to such issues it made sense to inform Eris about it now and skip any problems later. All the other staff members knew anyway, so it was hardly any tight-lipped secret. ”That’s my job. The bar’s just... something to do in the meantime I guess.” That wasn’t to suggest he didn’t like it though. The bar was something of a home to him now, he’d been there long enough to feel that at least.

”There’s a bakery not too far down the road that we should visit. We need to get a few things from there,” Molyneux said after taking out the note and glancing at the listed items that Lillian had given him. ”And anyway, you really think you’ll get your freedom again? Where would you go if you did, back to your home in the US?” It was a funny thing to imagine. That someone could achieve such a thing like freedom and more over, get it from the Council. Their members were excellently skilled at capturing others however not so much in letting them go. Anyway, Molyneux always came to the same conclusion when thinking it over. The reality was that he had nowhere to go besides the Council and so really, if he was free, what would he do?

”Well, it’s not like you’ll have much time to contemplate it. If you’re working for me that means you’ll be too busy,” he huffed in effort to direct his attention elsewhere, making his way back out onto the street and heading down toward the bakery in question.

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"That's what I'd like to do, I think," Eris said, considering. She'd been so focused on the hazy mental image of someday being able to return "home," she'd just about forgotten that even the home she'd found after her rebirth hadn't been much of a home at all. The US was what she knew, the culture she felt most comfortable in, but no matter where she was, with humans she was always an outsider. Grinning internally at her own melodrama, she continued, "But it would also be nice to travel, see more of the world, eat new foods and meet new people."

Not eat new people. NOT. notnotnot. Her stomach growled, so she took a few nuts out of her pocket and ate them before she spoke again.

"I hope I will gain my freedom eventually. The Council seemed to imply it, but I agree that it might be a false hope. They really like having control over people, especially if they can use them in some way, it seems." She shrugged. "But faint hope is better than no hope at all."

"Patrol? That sounds like fun. I have to admit I've had no formal combat training, but I'd be glad to help if you need it. Especially if we're helping people like that woman. She was just so kind." Eris flexed her hands, imagining someone like that woman being threatened, angry at the thought of innocents hurt due to greed or even hunger. She'd only briefly glanced at her new book, but between that and what she'd learned back in the US--as well as a few comments by the Council--she was hardly the only demon species that saw humans as food, in one way or another.

She followed towards the bakery, noting how the scents changed as they navigated the busy streets, the stronger scent of baking bread beginning to fill the air, almost beckoning her forward. "Good!" she said with a small smile. "I like to keep busy, anyway. And that bakery smells so, so good. Yum."

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”You don’t need formal training in order to know how to hurt others,” Molyneux remarked quite honestly, but it was hardly surprising to hear. He’d learned long ago how capable humans were and not only them, but his own kind were terribly skilled too. Absorbing the worst of both the half-demon himself hadn’t been given any sense of training but rather did every action out of instinct and nothing more. ”What makes you think I even need help?” He shot her a look and kept on walking. Half the time he was a literal punching-bag for many of the unruly demons running loose in the city, though Molyneux wouldn't call that a cry for help.

Just before entering the bakery the man turned to Eris. ”Remember it’s the food you eat and not the ones serving it,” he sighed and pushed open the door and then stepped inside. There were humans working inside and Molyneux knew that much, so he didn’t need the girl flipping out and causing a scene. ”Just mind how you go.” He added in a quieter voice. It was a rather small and cozy place that resembled a very tightly-knit family business, no doubt. Lillian had requested specially made cakes from the bakery to sell on at the bar, Molyneux was merely going there to sign for them and make sure they got delivered to the right address was all. As well as helping himself too of course.

”We do trade with other businesses such as this bakery, to help improve our own bar and draw more customers in.” He mentioned whilst waiting in the queue. Luckily it wasn’t too busy presently which could only have been a good thing. ”What kind of things do you eat? From a bakery I mean.” Molyneux inquired out of curiosity, looking to the girl. If it meant her snacking on something besides humans then that was all he could think to do for now. ”We buy in a lot of big orders from this place so we get good discounts according to Lillian.” Now that was a good thing. Despite being the one who apparently ate the least Molyneux was known to binge out on every rare occasion. Very rare. Needless to say he had his own stash tucked away somewhere for those moments.

Shortly after their turn came about and Molyneux made his way over to the counter. Resting his elbows against the plain glass surface just below he could see the assortments of cute cakes and puffy buns and sugary creamy treats laid out before them. Even he couldn't deny the somewhat enticing smell that engulfed the shop at that moment. ”If we're getting things pretty cheap we might as well get something while we're here for ourselves?” Molyneux mused and tapped his fingers against the counter.


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"Don't worry, I will." she answered just as quietly.

Eris looked around at the pastries under glass, most unfamiliar, but all bright and cleverly done. The humans running the shop must be talented indeed to produce such artistic designs through pastry, and they must taste good given how long the line was, stretching back from the counter. Everyone looked happy and eager, forgetting the cares of the day in favor of the promise of baked goods before them. Excellent, just her kind of place.

"Something sweet?" Eris asked, peering eagerly around her, her eyes moving from case to case, as hungry as her stomach. "Feel free to just choose something for me, I'm not really sure what I'm looking at here."
And at a discounted price, she'd feel less guilty at spending more of his money. Or actually...

Reaching into another pocket, she pulled out some yen, she wasn't sure how much, and offered it to Molyneux. "My treat? If this isn't enough I have more, and I'm quite hungry enough to eat whatever you get." She paused. "Especially if cake is involved."

A child pointed to her horns, chattering to her mother in broken Japanese, who shushed her and refocused the child's attention on another bite of a pastry. The small section of the shop with circular tables, only big enough for two or three people at once, was absolutely full. School age children were absent, given that it was the middle of the day during the week, but all sorts of other ages were represented. The noise was intense, but it served as a distraction from Eris' stomach. Snippets of conversation about their daily lives, plans, things that she wanted to have back again. Perhaps the only good thing about the Council's kidnapping was that, once again, she would be put into a daily routine. A steady job was good for that, if nothing else.

"Does the bar offer any other specialties, or have any events coming up?" She swept her long hair behind her, her hands in her pockets. "The bars back home are pretty boring, other than karaoke and trivia nights, do you guys do anything like that?"

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Although a bit surprised the half-demon accepted the money offered to him, holding it in his fist. ”Anything you don’t eat? That would’ve been a better question,” he remarked almost very nearly humourously, but not. Towards her other inquiries the man had to think it over, remembering himself if there was anything special noted on the calendar that was due to come up, or even anything tied to their local community. Heavens know their part of the area was always up to all sorts, celebrating this and that and paying thanks to what’s-it-name and what have you.

”There’s a lot of festivals in our neck of the woods,” he told Eris with a sideways glance, ”some pay tribute to the local shrine and celebrate its existence and give thanks to all that it stands for, while others are more holiday oriented and about coming together and putting on shows, games and things.” Molyneux had suffered through enough of the so-called festivals to know a thing or two about them, and the bar had always hosted some sort of festive night for the public to tie in with the celebrations. Those were usually the big money-making nights. ”Of course there are other special nights we host, you know, for the more unique sorts of our community.” By that he was referring to their own kind, the demons who resided in all parts of the city. It was a regular thing to have some kind of “monster night” within the bar though only in the later hours, a sort of lock-in you could call it, that went on into the early hours of the next day. Sometimes those could get really wild.

Not long after a woman appeared to serve the pair, a rather happy and smiling young woman who, after being given only a simple and straight, ”Just the usual for Ivy Rose,” from the half-demon, was quickly away and yo-yoing back and forth between the various counters. A few minutes later and she soon came back and stood before them, nudging a just slightly bigger than normal white box tied together with fine, thin string, with the shops logo branded on the top.

“Anything else?” She asked, smiling at the man. “Your business is always welcomed here.”

With a nod, Molyneux handed over the right amount before lifting the box and carried it securely in his grasp. ”Are you good to go with the other deliveries? Rose is expecting them.”

Tucking hair behind an ear the woman chirped, “Oh yes, you can expect it to arrive by this afternoon. We even threw in a little something extra to show our gratitude, we hope everyone there enjoys our cakes... As well I included everything you wanted too, Mr. Molyneux. I hope you’ll be very happy.” She bowed with an unfaltering smile, waving them off. “Please do come again.”

The man was already half out the door by that point, carrying the box of cakes. Once outside and stepping to the side out of the way, Molyneux nudged the lid up with one hand and peeked inside. ”We have sweet potato and custard cake, chocolate cake, coffee jelly, creamy delights, peach jelly, peach and cream, and peach cake,” Molyneux noted only about a handful of the treats that were actually inside the box, ”hungry? Do you need something to eat?” He said when looking to Eris. She did give him money, so that was enough to persuade him to give her “first pick” of the bunch. Chou and the rest would get theirs later no doubt.

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Eris laughed, quickly trying to muffle it behind her hand. "Not eat? Nothing I can think of. I'm definitely not picky."

Demon nights at the bar? That sounded fun. Or terrifying, she guessed, depending entirely on the attendants and activities. Yet more people she'd have to learn to blend in with, and she didn't know if that would be easier or harder than blending with humans. On the one hand, she wouldn't have to hide what she was, but on the other hand, she had very little experience interacting with demons. She'd only met a few in the States, and she didn't think they were all quite the usual of their type. Japanese demons, too, would be an entirely different ball game.

She grinned. "Anything you don't like, I'm up for whatever. Just shove one at me and I'm good to go." Walking easily beside him, she ate her cake with glee and almost indecent quickness. The flavor was much lighter and more subtle than she was used to with American desserts, but it was still very good. Once she'd saved a decent amount of money, assuming that was possible, maybe she'd treat herself to a whole box of all different kinds, wholly to herself. Greedy, yes, but oh so satisfying.

Licking her fingers clean, she followed Molyneux through the streets, enjoying the wind that ruffled her skirt and through her hair. The ocean wasn't too far, Eris could smell it, and wondered how long it would be before she had a day on the beach. She wasn't sure if there was a swimsuit in her luggage, it seemed doubtful, so that was yet another thing on her list of items to buy as she settled into her new life. Along with hair dye, and practical clothes, at least for her off days. Would a pair of yoga pants be asking too much? Tennis shoes without a platform heel?

"Maybe Chou could tell me about these festivals, or point me towards a book. I'm not really familiar with that part of your culture, although I'd like to learn." Eris admitted. "The few festivals I have heard of, though, sound like a lot of fun."

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He pushed a creamy delight in her direction in that case, before reclosing the lid and holding it firmly. If there was potentially one thing that didn’t catch the half-demon’s fancy then it had to be cream; too sweet and puffy for his liking. Though there was a lot more that wasn’t to his preference he’d learned, not that the Council seemed to care as they use to force just about anything down his throat just to keep him alive. ”This is Chou’s home so he knows pretty much all there is to know,” Molyneux replied as they walked, ”though I wouldn’t call it my culture. I’ve just been here a long time, that’s all. The Council had a hard time placing me somewhere permanently.” He explained, frowning just slightly. The wind was picking up a bit and the man could already smell hints of the salty water close by, prompting him to turn to Eris. ”Maybe we should head back now before it gets busier and more crowded.”

The city was always busy anyway no matter what time it was, although there was always certain peak moments when it felt like even more bodies were around cluttering up the space. Molyneux was by no means claustrophobic however, he appreciated his space and didn’t like humans getting too close for comfort around him. Quite a few demons were like that, the good ones at least who didn’t want any bother or trouble themselves with temptation. ”Remember the way back to the station?” He asked, raising a brow. Leading the way nevertheless and making ways for the train station in question, Molyneux figured it be smart for Eris to start familiarizing herself around places and particularly the station, since that was a key mode of transport around the area. ”By the time we get back Lillian might’ve already written up a rota for you,” he mused in part to himself when entering the station, ”though perhaps next time Chou might be suitable at showing you around, he assumingly knows what you kids are into and whatever.” Molyneux remarked, boarding the train. It was quite crowded unsurprisingly, noisy as expected. Busy as usual. ”Still I’m actually amazed the Council haven’t intervened yet. You only came last night, I’m surprised they’ve trusted me with you this long.” Now wasn’t that the truth.

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Eris mostly did, but knew her distraction at her surroundings had been at a high enough level that she was grateful enough to just be able to follow him back onto the train. "If he doesn't mind. Whatever is easiest, although I'm not sure if what the 'kids' are into around here are anything like what I'm used to, but I'm up for new experiences."

A rota? That could be interesting, who knew what the witch would require of her. Hopefully nothing too odd, but who knew? Maybe she'll have me find some eye of newt at the market. She smiled a little at her own thoughts, knowing full well the stereotype was likely quite inaccurate, but old superstitions were strong.

She paid more attention on the way back, and when they did finally get back to the bar, she felt confident that if she had to go back out on her own, she would be ok. Probably. Hopefully. So long as she paid very careful attention and maybe asked for directions a few times. She wasn't very geographically oriented, it was a flaw, but one her change had not seemed to fix at all.

The bar was still quiet and empty when they got back. Not surprising, as it was only just approaching lunch time, as Eris' stomach could attest. She was just considering what in the bar's pantry she could whip up for a quick lunch, as they walked closer to the bar, when another entered the bar, high heels clicking on the polished floor.

"Eris Jones?"

Eris turned around and examined the newcomer. Blonde hair was pinned neatly back into a bun, and black glasses helped to highlight elegant facial structure and stern eyes. She wore a thin pencil skirt and blouse, with very high heels, and she held a briefcase in her hand of expensively tooled weather. "Uh... yes?"

"My name is Ms. Dimitriou, and I have been assigned by the Council to be your Probation Officer."

"My--?!"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have a very precise schedule and you are not my only assignment." Ms. Dimitriou walked forward, wafting the scent of something reptilian towards Eris' nostrils. This woman was definitely not human, but what she was, Eris hadn't a guess. Almost as if she'd read her thoughts, Ms. Dimitriou looked around and announced, "As I see there are no mortals here, I can tell you that I am a Medusa. You probably don't know what that means, but let me be very clear; I am quite strong enough and fast enough to take you down, should you disobey any of the Council's strictures. And yes, I do mean any."

Opening her briefcase in one smooth move, she brought out a thin book and presented it to Eris. "Here are all of the relevant rules and guidelines." She looked at Molyneux as if she'd just noticed him and if there was such a thing as a pretty sneer, Ms. Dimitriou managed it. "Molyneux. What a pleasure."

She turned her attention back to Eris, who'd taken the book and was flipping through pages upon pages of minute, precise rules that the Council insisted upon. "In addition to following these rules, you will also attend a weekly meeting. There is a card in the back of the book with directions. Should you miss any of these meetings, I will be notified, and believe you me, I will not be happy."

Eris struggled for a response. If all of these rules weren't enough, weekly meetings as well? She had to balance that with a job, and patrol, and whatever other responsibilities she had yet to learn about. What did the Council think she had, unlimited time and no sleep?! "Ms. Dimitriou, I--"

"Molyneux," Ms. Dimitriou interrupted again, "you will attend at least the first meeting with her. You might remember that you, too, are technically supposed to be attending these meetings on a regular basis. I can't imagine what would keep you away." She looked around the bar, her eyebrow raised, and looked back at him. "As her boss and primary Warden, you will also be responsible for ensuring she obeys these rules. If she breaks them, the consequences will first fall upon you."

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When back at the bar Molyneux had settled himself on top of one of the barstools next to the bar itself, resting both heels of his boots on the small footrest that circled round the stand midway. With his elbow balanced against the edge of the surface of the counter, the half-demon just slightly tilted his gaze round when hearing a distinct clicking against the floor. Great. It was Kallistrate Dimitriou. He refrained from saying anything and tried to appear almost invisible with secret hopes to evade the woman’s sharp gaze that would no doubt pin him down at some point. Simply listening and with his back to the pair Molyneux faced the wall behind the bar for now.

The woman was busy giving Eris the usual patter about how one must obey the rules and blah, blah and blah! He had been given the same speech once some years ago and boy did it pain him to hear it again. He only dared look back when Dimitriou spoke his name and rather slowly if not reluctantly spun round on his seat to face her. ”Kalli,” he replied without bothering to give her full name. Council do-gooders were such sticklers who lacked an obvious funny bone, Molyneux had picked up on that ever since he first learned to read people. Naturally though such quality only came about through determined tampering from the Council themselves.

What little hope or contentment he held on his face was quickly diminished by what the woman had to say. ”Are you serious?” He remarked with a frown and hooked one leg over the other in supposed protest. Why did he have to go to those time-wasting meetings? Much less take the girl to one and suffer through it all again? No. That wasn’t happening again. He’d sooner just accept the consequences of it and get whatever punishment they’d serve him over with. ”The company would be a start; have you seen the sort that go to those meetings? Listening to them has a higher chance of making me flip.” It was true too. Molyneux was not the type to sit and share his feelings and give a day to day count over how well he was coping. More over actually forcing himself to listen to others giving out the exact stuff he wasn’t willing to share himself. Honestly, why?

Molyneux was certain by now that he was the best but baddest creature under the Council’s control presently. Good in that he kept trouble down within the city but terrible in that he rarely followed any form of protocol given to him. He huffed and rolled his eyes irritably. Needless to say he never appreciated her sudden surprise visits and really Molyneux wondered if the Council would ever send somebody else. ”Besides don’t you have other people to annoy right now?” The half-demon asked and emphasized his words clearly, if only to make his point known. It never made him feel any easier when having Council workers wandering through his property and sticking their business where it didn’t belong. ”I assume you’re only here about the girl. Can't think what else would bring you here?” He hoped that was the case. Last time Molyneux recalled he hadn’t caught up on his damned paperwork from the last job he did or thought to report anything he’d found and uncovered on his patrol. But who was really taking notice? Nevermind the sort of things he got up to in the bar behind the Council’s back. He was very guilty yet kept a cool poker face naturally.

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Ms. Dimitriou--never Kalli, and Kallistrate only to the few people in the world she liked--looked critically at Molyneux."Whether or not you appreciate the opportunity of those meetings is completely irrelevant. You will attend one with Eris, and you will ensure that she is as integrated there as possible." Going back into her briefcase, she took out a piece of paper and laid it carefully on a table, almost lining it up, inasmuch as a square thing could be lined up with a circle.

Ignoring the provocation in his comments, she narrowed her hazel eyes at Molyneux. "Thank you for reminding me of why else I'm here," she said, her smile cold. "Here is a list of infractions against the Council's rules that I've observed over the last month. Please ensure that these errors are fixed. And unlike last time I gave you one of these, this time I will ensure that your liquor license is pulled if you do not comply. I will back back again to check up on you," she promised.

Triumphant, she turned again to Eris. "The Council will be keeping a very close eye on you, so I needn't remind you that any error in your diet, especially, will result in harsh measures. I will be seeing you again soon."

Looking around the bar again and nodding to herself, she smoothly turned and walked out of the bar, her heels again clicking against the floor, loud and sure.

Eris turned with wide eyes towards Molyneux."She's... uh... different. I really don't want to make her mad, to be honest, she seems worse than the Council members themselves. What's this meeting thing about?"

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Molyneux’s face soured permanently. The woman was more ruthless than some of the demons he’d come across and yet that wasn’t reason enough to not bicker with her. The thought of not having a liquor license though was just enough of a threat to keep his attitude at rest and instead settle with glaring awfully at Dimitriou. ”We can’t wait for your next visit.” He remarked sarcastically while contemplating whether or not to crumple up the piece of paper before his eyes.

He remained silent and glared at the woman all the way till she disappeared out the door and away from sight. Only then after did his attention turn onto Eris when she spoke to him, however his expression didn’t exactly falter. ”Thanks for that,” the half-demon huffed while spinning round on his seat and setting both elbows flat against the bar surface, quickly holding his head in his hands rather dejectedly. ”Now I'm stuck going to the meeting,” he sighed, annoyingly tapping a heel against the footrest. What could he say about the meetings? It had been awhile since he last attended one frankly. ”Their for the weak-willed and out of control... those who need help or whatever. Can’t say I gave it my full interest,” he answered somewhat.

”Is she finally gone?” A voice spoke. From out of the side door a familiar pink-headed ponytailed girl crept into the room and placed herself behind the bar near the pair. ”I hate that woman. A right busybody who should be helping her fellow supernatural, not harassing them and threatening to put them out of business. Honestly!” Lillian huffed and stood up straight. Her smooth hands balling into fists and shaking ever so slightly. Clearly Dimitriou wasn’t overly welcomed at the bar and not just from Molyneux either it would seem. ”Which reminds me Molyneux,” she spoke and eyed the man carefully, ”you better do what it takes to keep our liquor license, or else our customers are going to be stone-cold sober and then we won’t be able to mooch money out of them!”

She folded her arms over and leaned on the bar. ”Woo her for crying out loud! She's a woman right? Get into the Council's back pocket if you have to. Whatever it takes to keep us afloat. I don’t care what——Oh! Just noticing the apparent scowl aimed her way from the half-demon, the witch made a sudden beeline for the cake box that sat further down. ”You got them, well done! I’m just going to go put these away and then find that coward Chou,” Lillian said when carrying the box in her hands, her eyes scanning over the place for the boy in question. ”I bet he’s hiding out back! He dashed off when smelling that woman approaching.” She said before heading for the kitchen and nudging the door open with her shoe.

Without turning to look Molyneux asked Eris, ”When’s the meeting? Don't tell me it's tonight.” From what he remembered they were usually held in the late hours, but that was about it. He didn’t really want to go to one evidently, but also believed this day couldn’t get any worse.

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Weak willed and out of control? Eris didn't like to think that his description of those who attended the group fit her, but she supposed everyone had... issues. She liked to think that hers were under complete control, but didn't everyone have the occasional problem with urges, just every once in a while? She'd kept hers pretty much locked down, but she knew that if she ever lapsed in a major way, there could be real trouble.

Real trouble as in execution trouble. The Council didn't tolerate failure well, especially if it was in any way public.

Eris sat down and, as instructed, flipped through the book to find the card in the back, her face turning a little sour at even the glimpse of the many rules she was meant to follow. Once she found it, she took it out and read it over carefully, just in case. An address was listed, and a time, just as Ms. Dimitriou had said, but nothing more. The card was simple in design, and despite her fanciful imagination, had no funny quips about demon meetings. Like what to call a group of demons. An unkindness? No, that's ravens."

"Tomorrow night at 7, apparently. I don't think I would risk being late," she added with a wry grin. And I guess you're coming with me?" Eris knew that Molyneux wouldn't enjoy it, he'd said as much, but there was nothing they could do about it. Her new parole officer didn't seem to understand the meaning of life outside of the Council's confines, but she supposed that's why Ms. Dimitriou seemed so good at her job. And, given how expensively tasteful her clothes and accessories had looked, she must be paid well for it.

The idea of going to a group for the "weak willed" didn't exactly sound appealing, but a group of people to talk to about her problems, and hear about theirs in return, actually sounded nice. Eris knew she couldn't be the only demon struggling with their inner nature versus real world ethics, and being able to talk freely with others that ideally wouldn't judge her for them sounded like a real relief. Maybe she could even make more friends, people she could hang out with outside of work. Build a life for herself here.

Eris took a deep breath. She was getting too ahead of herself again, too optimistic. But in her point of view, it was better to at least try to look on the bright side. Too much of the world was dark enough. It was better to spend your time looking for the goodness in others and in your own life than to dwell on the bad in it, and on days that there was plenty of the bad, it helped her get through.

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”I don’t exactly have a choice in it,” he quipped back at the girl, ”did you not hear her?” Molyneux pointed out to the girl though the half-demon was hardly the obedient follower himself. For whatever reason he could tell the temptation to do just about the opposite of what the Council woman said always proved too good to ignore. But with Eris now here and his responsibility even though he didn’t ask for it, things were possibly a bit different. However he would still detest the very thought of returning to the meeting.

After all it didn’t make any sense to him. Being stuck in a room surrounded by demons with great power and only himself sat there with little ability. The reason why he never experienced overpowering urges was only due to the fact that he had no power and so did he really need to be there? Molyneux wasn’t entirely sure whether it was out of jealousy or the feeling of inadequacy that caused him to avoid the group. It wasn’t exactly an ideal scenario. Through attending the group Molyneux had undergone feelings that were entirely foreign to him, insecure and stomach knotting feelings, and the Council wasn’t willing enough nor in any rush to comfort the half-demon over it, much less mend what things they had fiddled with and broke and to a worse extent stole from the demon.

”I know where it’s held. I remember that much,” he told her. It almost seemed that no matter how long he evaded their presence and tried to feign ignorance to them, Molyneux just couldn’t quite rid his mind of that group. Of course he couldn’t fathom why, but he wanted to forget them nevertheless! He quietly sighed. ”I’m sure you’ll fit in nicely with that bunch, you seem like their sort I guess.” Molyneux remarked and sulked, hunching forward somewhat. Things were different in the bar compared to the meeting, he didn't feel as much out of place here as he had there and Molyneux was even better regarded here than there too.

Moments after Lillian resurfaced from the kitchen, this time slamming a piece of paper onto the bar in-front of Eris. ”Think I’d forget?” She questioned with a grin, appearing pleased with herself. Obviously the manager wasn't going to leave such tight responsibility in the hands of the boss. ”Look closely and keep this safe. I won’t be making you another understand?” The witch nudged the paper forward, revealing neatly written times and dates and accompanying notes that were all perfectly laid out in the form of a schedule. ”You’ll be working the afternoons behind the bar with Chou,” she began to explain to the girl, pointing a finger against the paper and tracing along its contents, ”and a few late evenings since we’re pretty busy with myself and Molyneux.”

The woman quickly tapped on the other end of the paper. ”I'll put you on a trial run for now. If you do well then I'll give you the weekends off,” Lillian went on to clarify, ”any questions so far?”

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Their... sort? Eris didn't know Molyneux well enough to guess what he meant, but it made her even more curious about this group. But at least Molyneux seemed willing to go along with it and come with her, it would be nice to have someone that she at least knew a little, to break the ice.

Eris looked closely at the list, impressed by how organized it was. Even the handwriting was precise, and the explanations were all clear. Lillian, it seemed, left nothing to chance. If Eris messed up on any of this, it was definitely her fault, because Lillith laid her expectations out very clearly.

"No, this is quite detailed." She looked up toward Lilith, radiating sincerity. "I'll certainly come to you with any questions that pop up, though."

Weekends off? That was more than she'd hoped for, and even if it was only some weekends, that was more time she could potentially explore Japanese food, patrol with Molyneux, even make a trip to the beach if the weather was good. Lillith seemed strict, but fair, and Eris knew she could work with that. Her expectations, at least, were less stringent than the Council's, who seemed to almost expect her to screw up.

Eris showed up a little early to her next afternoon shift. She'd already made herself breakfast and an early lunch, forced what food she could on Molyneux as well as any other employees who seemed hungry, and chosen the only outfit in her luggage that included pants. Granted, they were tight pants, matched with a top that was on the skimpy side and revealed more of her cleavage than she was used to, but it was manageable.

"Good to see you again, Chou!" She chirped as she almost bounced up to the bar in her excitement. Chou was definitely a potential new friend, and the afternoon was sure to go by quickly.

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It was a relatively quiet afternoon. The morning regulars had come and gone and now everyone was cleaning up and preparing for the afternoon crowd to come through at any minute. Molyneux was tucked away in his office for the moment though, taking care of this and that and what have you, while Lillian was out doing whatever it was the witch did on her afternoons. Most likely experimenting with spells and hunting for toads.

”Oh hey Eris,” the boy replied with a warm smile. He was already stood behind the bar and leaning an elbow against the till when the girl approached. ”You look nice today.” She was definitely one of the more quirky looking people he knew, though Chou didn’t know many people beyond the staff and few regulars that filled the bar during his shifts. ”So how you likin’ it so far?” He could remember what it was like being the new kid at the bar. Although Chou certainly wasn’t dropped off by the Council but rather somehow happened to find his way to the place some years ago; Lillian believing she had picked up some stray pup until it was discovered that the dog was in fact a shapeshifter.

Some customers had already began to flood in and get settled at some of the tables spread around the room, as well as a couple propping up the bar already. ”Have you worked behind a bar before? I can show you the ropes if you haven’t,” he offered and gestured for her to come round. It’d be nice having someone with him esepcially someone who seemed the type that he could get along well with. A lot of the other staff was such grumps after all. ”With any luck we’ll get through this shift in one piece,” Chou advised with a grin and even laugh a bit. Of course he was joking about it though there had been incidents in the past. Lillian was exceptionally good at handling them. ”Say I even heard that you gotta attend one of those meeting things later?”

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"Why thank you, Chou," Eris said with a warm smile. She attempted a curtsey, wobbled a little on the high-heeled, lace up booties, but managed to stay standing.

"I'm liking it just fine. The pastries are great, the boss isn't too bad, and I'm hoping I can learn how to slide a bit lower below the Council's radar. Not holding out too much ope, but a little optimism is nice." And learning how to get on Ms. Dimitriou's good side, or at least the side she semi-ignored, was essential to that plan. Her parole officer didn't seem like the type to simply forget about a responsibility, but if Eris maybe stayed on her good side for a while, obeyed all the rules... maybe Ms. Dimitriou would be a bit more lax. It would be nice to be able to breathe a little, pretend like the Council wasn't watching everything she was doing, waiting for her to fail.

She walked behind the bar, leaning on it as well, facing Chou. "An informal one, but I could definitely use a refresher course." Eris had taken a good luck behind the bar when she'd organized it the other day, but looking at it as a bartender who had to know the most popular choices and keeping them accessible, as well as the bar's specific policies, was important. And Chou, as a friendly insider, would prove invaluable.

Eris laughed. "I have no doubt. The two musketeers will succeed!" She joked, looking around at the customers. A slow start to what might be a long shift.

She shrugged. "Yep. It's mandatory. I think they want to make sure I stay well-adjusted and don't go off the rails, or something." She clenched her fists, then consciously relaxed them. Being treated like an incompetent, dangerous child was really starting to get to her. Eris took a deep breath, then let it out and smiled. "Let's make magic happen, shall we?"