Six sat on the roof of the house that was shared with the others. She'd needed to get away, so she just came up here. She lay back against the roof, looking up at the sky. She sighed. High School. She didnt need to go. But their protector, well, the one protector who wasnt dead and was now taking care of them all, told them that they needed to fit in, but stay low. Basically, be invisible. Which, was actually something she could do easily. She adjusted her sunglasses and looked up at the sky, not ready to go back inside and talk about how "fun" high school would be.

Number five was sleeping on the couch, pretty much ignoring all that was going on around him. Actually.. all he did nowadays was sleeping, buying sweets, or just wandering the streets. The thought of going to a high school, and hanging around "humans" made him sick. Like he would listen...
His eyes stayed shut for a few more minutes, before it slowly opened. With a yawn, Five sat up looking around, as if wondering where there were for a second. There was a small meow, before a small black cat poked its head from under the couch, and jumping onto Five's lap. Rubbing the back of his neck, he peered down at the animal, and scratched it behind the ears. There was a long period of silence, before someone's stomach growled...
Five blinked, before standing up and heading for the door. He needed something to eat... and today's menu was chocolate cake. As much as he hated having to live around humans, there was no way he would get his favorite treats, without having to run into one. With a dreadful sigh, he walked outside, the cat following behind him.

Kayla, sat at the small table in the kitchen, staring blankly at the cupboards debating whether or not she was going to make something, or for that matter if she even could. It seemed like she was the only one who had ever ventured out to the grocery store and with their Lorien metabolism's they needed to eat more than most people. Kayla could hear Damien moving around in the living room and knew that he was stirring from sleep. She had never liked being called by her number, it seemed somehow too impersonal, she liked the feeling of belonging that having a name that would never have to be changed gave her.
Sighing, she stood and moved silently over to the counter, she reached up and pulled open the pantry cupboard taking a quick inventory of the cooking supplies. Seconds later she was pulling open the fridge and taking stock there as well, there was a sudden pungent waft of some food gone bad that made her wrinkle her nose in distaste, but, she decided that dealing with that would have to wait until after she had gone to the store she shut the door a bit to hard wanting to get rid of the awful smell, causing the bottles in the door to clink violently. She walked towards the study where their now only surviving protector conducted most of their work during the day.
Kayla reached the door to the study, it was closed so she knocked and waited, leaning against the wall.
Her thoughts suddenly flicked back to the fact that tomorrow would be her first day back to school in more than a few months. she wasn't sure quite how to feel about it at 18 she would be a senior, she had never liked being the new kid but it seemed different this time. there was something comforting about knowing that there were 5 other people, 5 people like her who were going to be at the same school. Together they would be safer, Together the Mogadorians would be less likely to attack.

The door opened slowly, Henri stood behind the door a paper in hand, he looked up at her and she could see the corner of his mouth rising into a smile, she smiled back warmly her usual happy nature unintentionally infectious,
"Hi!" she chirped lightly "Really sorry to disturb you, I know you need to work, but I was wondering if I could get some money?" her light airy voice clear but slightly restrained as though she might be scolded for her request.
Henri raised an eyebrow still smiling slightly "The store?" she felt his mood shift between slight suspicion, puzzlement and mild interest but always with the mild backbone of happiness "we are out of food already?"
"yep" she said the word slightly clipped, "seven is a big number of people to take care of," she paused "and the guys eat a lot..." she said trailing off, she felt she needed to justify her asking for money, thats what Jayel would have wanted.... The thought of Jayel made her pause her mood dampened she missed her protector, the Cepan had been the closest thing to a mother she had had and loosing her had been a big blow.
"Kayla?" said Henri who had hunched a bit to look at her downcast face
"Yes!? Sorry..." she said jolted back from her memory.
"I asked, how much money do you think you will need?" he said, a tad annoyed but mostly forgiving.
"umm.. well... probably about a hundred and fifty" trying too remember how much it had cost the last time " Is that alright?" she asked hoping it wasn't too much, but with todays prices she knew it would be pricey to make a proper shopping trip.
The second she uttered the amount she felt his suspicion level jump about seven levels, she suddenly went into overdrive back pedaling "I-I wanted to do a proper shopping and actually get a couple days worth of food, maybe make a nice dinner tonight.... and with todays prices its expensive to buy the essentials-" she knew she was babbling but she could guess that his thoughts went immediately to Mark's erratic behavior before Devon found them and they had the showdown with the Mogadorians.
"-Kayla, Kayla!" he said almost having to shout over her,
"sorry!" she said in an almost deflated manner
"Its fine! Wait here and I'll get it," he said, quickly moving back into the dimly lit study. Moments later he returned with a thin wad of twenties. "You go there and come straight back, understood? Keep your head down, blend in and Don't draw attention to yourself."
Kayla nodded. Accepting the money she began to back away from the door.
"Wait," said Henri "Take this," he pulled a I-phone out of his pocket and held it out to her "If your not back in an hour, I'll call. If you don't pick up, I will know something is wrong and we will come after you"
She nodded again accepting the phone from his outstretched hand. As she turned to head out through the kitchen she herd him call,
"On second thought why don't you take one of the others, they've been couped up in this house for days"
"OK, I'll ask" she called over her shoulder.
As she made her way to the front door she yelled up the stairs, "Going in to town, anyone want to come?"
She plucked her car keys off of the hook by the door and lounged against the wall waiting for a reply.

Number Eight, alias "Vincent", was not one to stay in any one place for too long. Nor was he one to avoid drawing attention to himself. Attention from the cops, at least. 'Cause it's physically impossible to not attract attention from the police when your shoplifting attempt fails. Number Eight thought he was home free after he managed to overload the power in the gas station and shut off the lights and alarms.. but it just so happened that a cop had walked into the store at that very moment. Since he didn't want to blow his, and his newfound friends' cover, Number Eight killed the cop before he could call in back-up; as well as the idiotic shopkeeper behind the counter, since nobody likes a witness. Taking the box of spaghetti and can of pasta sauce he had lifted from the store, "Vincent" casually began his walk - actually a jogging pace - back to the house him and his five other friends were staying at.

Number Seven. Casually wearing a few articles of dark clothing- black obscure band t-shirt, skinny jeans, the like. She was humming a light tune, a very happy song, perhaps by the band "Bring me the Horizon". Chelsea Smile? That seems to be the one. Sitting crosslegged by the entrance of the home where her other friends live, the other "numbers". She tapped her sketching pencil lightly on her lap, and then grinned slightly while she started shading in an area of her drawing. At the moment, upon observation, it appeared as if it were a picture of an angel, crying blood, standing on a rooftop as if she were about to jump and take flight- but her wings were torn and ragged, and the slightest implication of horns were growing in her hair. A fallen angel, Seven would call it wryly. She wondered briefly whether it should be with a starry night, or a gloomy foggy morning in the backround.

She smirked softly as she gazed upon the framework of her new drawing, and flipped backwards a page or two to admire her favorite. A young girl, blonde haired, light blue dress. One of her eyes was lifeless and staring- the other wasn't there at all, leaving only an ominous empty hole behind it. The girl stood at a small height, barely 5 feet, Seven guessed. She stood with a morose expression on her face at the edge of a cliff, with the roaring waves underneath. She was on an island. Smoke from the crashed plane could still be seen.

Seven turned back to her illustration of the "Fallen Angel" and continued shading and etching as she strived to perfect her image.

"Anyone?" Kayla called up the stairs again. Sighing she grabbed her katana, and trench coat from the hook and turned towards the door. Opening it she found Leah sitting in the door frame. Her unexpected appearance startled Kayla and she jumped back releasing the door handle, her hand immediately going to the hilt of her katana. Registering who it was, she immediately relaxed "Oh, Hello!" she said smiling getting no response Kayla bent down a bit and waved a hand in Leah's peripheral vision so as not to startle her. The darkly clothed girl was shading an amazing drawing of a fallen angel and listening to loud music, She needed to get by to get to her car but Leah seemed to be zoned out to her music and she was blocking the door.

A hand abruptly brought Seven out of her stupod as she nearly jumped, and closed her sketch book as fast as she could. Her cheeks reddened a little when she saw Nine, and she awkwardly stared, not knowing exactly what to say. Her train of thought had been interrupted, the creative flow, brought on by the solitude Seven craved oh so much. After a few more moments of staring, Seven's face grew redder as she wondered what to do or say.

"Umm. Yes?" She answered nervously, but trying to sound nonchalante as her fingers circled around the corner of her artwork. More than anything, she wanted to finish drawing for today. She peered at Nine, straight into her eyes.

Four returned from a walk around the neighborhood of their newfound home, and came into the yard of the house, and walked torwards the front door. He noticed Nine and Seven, beginning to walk outside of the house, as if they were heading somewhere. He guessed they were going out for a small errand or something; none of them were just let loose out of the house unless it was important enough. It was too dangerous, says Henri every second of every day. It sucked, but he was right if Four thought about it. Three of them were already dead, and they couldn't let any of the others die. This thought always scared Number Four. He knew he would be next if any of them died. Although it also made him happy that, none of his newfound friends would have more time to wait. He was hard to kill anyways.

Four thought about asking the two girls leaving if he could join them, but then as he looked up, he could see Six, laying on the roof, looking up into the sky. He thought about whether he should bother her or not, and then decided he would. The worst she could do was yell at him to go away, and Four didn't care. If there was something wrong, or something she wanted to talk about, he wanted to let her know he was there if she needed someone to talk to. Four went around to the left side of the house, and climbed up the gutter to the roof. He crawled over to her, and then quietly lay down next to her. "Hey," he said, hoping he didn't frighten her, though also hoped he did in the back of his head. It'd be funny. "What's up?"

Six looked at Four when he lay down next to her. "Fine. Just bored. Thinking about starting in high school. I just dont want any of us to get caught. Staying invisible is easy for me, but what about you guys? We need to stay under the radar, but that's never really been where we excelled." She took her sunglasses off and put them next to her, turning her head to look at Four. "What do you think?"

Four thought about what she was saying. It wasn't anything that he hadn't thought about before, and honestly, it scared him as much as it did Six, but he didn't dare show that on the outside. On the outside, Four had a hard exterior, and he didn't like to show any weakness to anyone around him. He knew that Six was a friend though, and that she wouldn't judge, like the rest of them, so he decided to speak what was on his mind.

"Honestly, I freaked out," he said. "I feel like I'm in reaching distance with death, and I can't do anything about it, you know?" Four took a deep breath, and looked over at Six. "I got your back though, no matter what. All of you." Going to high school was going to suck, with all these humans, he didn't want to go. Four was a guy that stood out, wherever he went, and now he had to do the exact opposite, and it was still hard for him to do. "I wish I had invisibility. What am I going to do with my powers? I don't think I'll blend in by lighting up my hands," he said giving out a small chuckle.

"Hi!" said Kayla lightly her cheery, airy feeling of being released from the house invading her every action. "Sorry to bother you, I-I just need to get by, I'm making a run to the grocery store." She was really concerned that she had broken the girls train of thought too violently. She could almost feel the torn edge hanging in the air around the girl and the jaggedness of the feel almost scared her.
Her legacies were different that most of the other's, as none of them were truly offensive powers but she didn't mind her physical training had allowed her to mold her physical body into a lethal weapon that that was enough for her, not to mention she was a deadly shot with an arrow and could down a squirrel from 100 yards with her composite bow. Her mental powers allowed her monitor her families emotions carefully and sense when they were in pain or needed any sort of help that she could give.
"You wouldn't want to go to the store would you? we could stop by the art supply shop on the way home..." she said, wanting to make up for her rude interruption.

Lucky for Kayla, Number Eight had already got a few grocery items; for himself, anyways. As he jogged up towards the house, it would become very clear that he had defied the rules as well and went out.. and the blood stains on his clothes didn't help matters. "Hey guys! I got some pasta for us to eat!" he shouted out to all the people gathered outside their house, showing off his careless attitude even more than he already was - as well as the bag of pasta and sauce he was carrying. As long as Eight was around, things are probably going to be quite dangerous. But everyone likes living dangerously, right? Right?

The sudden appearance of Vincent startled Kayla, "wh-where did you come from?" she said as her hand automatically snapped back to her katana.
The small smile spreading across her lips as she noticed who it was was stopped cold moments later when she took in his appearance. She could feel his thrill and adrenaline but the only feeling she registered in herself was the chill of ice water being poured through her veins.
As she took in his appearance she knew, immediately that the blood on his clothes was not his own, "What Happened?!" She asked stepping off of the deck swiftly simultaneously drawing her katana in the anticipation of an attack.
She settled into a ready position and sent up a shrill alarm whistle, much like some of the native bird calls but just a bit more shrill; enough so that the others would understand and come but not so different that a human would find it out of place in the wooded area in which they lived.
Then as suddenly as she had thrown herself into overdrive she registered the second part of his introduction, and stopped short again for the second time in a matter of seconds.
She saw the bag of pasta and can of sauce in his hands held slightly forward in a mock gesture of giving. Her eyes narrowing to suspicious slits as they returned to his face to pierce directly into his, "What did you do?!" she asked in a cold, hissing whisper through clenched teeth.
She knew his history.

Seven was about to reply "Yes..." to Nine's invitation, but Eight burst in, with the task already apparently finished. He reeked messily of blood, and his sudden prescence shocked Seven into more silence than she normally is- and it apparently had surprised Nine, as well. Startled, because of his sudden coming/cgoing, not so much with the blood stains on his clothing. Seven scowled in displeasure.

Violent scum. He's going to get us found and killed.

Nine immediately began asking questions, a cold sort of fury brimming in her eyes, and Seven awkwardly hovered in the backround, unsure whether she wanted to say something or just leave the scene.

What an interesting. scene. Hardly my usual style, this is more "slice of life", but maybe I could make this work. Nine's position of anger was perfectly sculpted in contrast with Eight's carelessness. Of course, Eight should look like a caricature of himself, over exagerrated features that are a mockery of him.

"umm...I don't like pasta" Seven said in a small, timid voice, trying to come into the conversation, but not quite being able to be heard. With red cheeks, she closed her eyes and a swirling grey mist encircled her and hid her as she crept up the stairs to her room.

Five came back, with a bag of goods. He already had a chocolate bar stuck in his mouth, as he watched the others. They seemed... pissed? His eyes traveled over to Eight who was covered in blood. Eh, not a surprise. The cat, that now hung onto his shoulder seemed to be asking him, what was going on. Five... or Damian (Although he's not used to his "name") shrugged. He eyed Vincent, shaking his head and walking inside. No need for him to nag him, when there was already someone else to do it. He watched the mist disappear into a room, and he could already guess it was Seven.

After a few minute or two, he walked up the stairs and knocked on her door. "I bought.. cookies. If you want some." he said, waiting for her to either respond back, or open the door. Living with the others at first really wasnt easy, since Damian had always been alone. But he was starting to get used to them. He hung the bag of cookies onto the door knob and yawned. "I'll go if you prefer to be alone."

Vincent laughed, "Well, after I had shut all the power off in this one store, as well as pretty much destroying the camera, a cop conveniently walked in and was just about to call for back up. Since I didn't want to attract attention, I killed the cop before he could even start his call. But then there was the case of the shopkeeper, who ended up seeing my face.. I killed him too. Nobody likes a witness."

Looking up at the sky, he finished his 'speech' with a few questions of his own, "Don't tell me that.. you're getting attached to those idiot humans? There's billions of those little buggers, who cares if a couple die here and there? It's just a little.. population control. Hehe."

Before Number Nine, alias "Kayla", could give her impending speech about how careless and stupid and sick he is, Vincent had already begun walking towards the door; whistling a tune. He had not one care in the world..

Kayla sighed angrily, knowing without using her Sensior that his mind was unchangeable, she reined in her emotions and put the katana away her gaze dropping away from Eight's eyes her face becoming impassive.
"You don't get it do you?..." she said more to the air than to anyone in particular in a dead monotone voice.
"We are not "safe" anymore... None of us are..." Her voice softened becoming slightly imploring.
"Would you like to see one of us get killed because of the attention that a blown out electrical grid and two dead bodies will bring to this town?" She paused letting what she was saying sink in, moving back to the porch she sank slowly to sit on the stoop and fixed Eight with a passive gaze. She had positioned herself between the door to stop his progression and pushed against his forward movement slightly with her telekineses she wanted him to hear what she had to say.
"Now that we are all together the charm that protected us before is gone." she said, hoping he would understand what she was saying even if he didn't want to hear it.
"The Mogadorian's can KILL you now..." she paused and added almost hesitantly "they could kill me..." she said in a voice hardly more than a whisper, her eyes dropping to the ground again. She knew he wouldn't care, but, so what. Sure she was strong when she was protecting others but when it came to her own vulnerabilities.... she didn't even want to finish the thought.
She felt the spark of anger in her stomach roar to life again, her piercing gaze returning to the man struggling to move towards the door before her. she rose from her slumped position, shoulders straight back and chin held high,
"What Gives You the Right to Risk Six other Peoples Lives? Hmm? Who Died and made you King?" she said in a strong, clear, scathing voice.
The emotion in her bubbled over sending a pulse wave through her and almost unexpectedly through the telekinesis that she was using to slow Eight, knocking him on his ass.
She glanced back towards the door and saw that Leah had disappeared, so, sending another furry filled glare in Eight's general direction she turned sharply away and headed toward her car determined to get the shopping trip done and not caring what his answers would be.

Vicent had never expected that she'd be that angry, nor that she'd use her powers on him. He'd forgotten completely about the charm being gone and stuff, and really didn't want any of his newfound friends mad at him. Number Eight jumped to his feet, and ran up to Nine. "Wait.. I'm sorry. I never thought.."

A lone tear flowed down his face, "I guess.. I got too used to the charm protecting me that.. no, there's no excuse. I'm just a complete and total dick. I give you complete and total permission to slap me. Do whatever else you want.. and no, I don't mean it in that way. Just.. don't hate me for a mistake I made. If I really did just doom us all, I will gladly be the first to die, so that the rest of you can live."

Looking back at the now-spoiled pasta - Nine had knocked it from his hands in her fit of rage - and then looked back at Nine. "Let me help you with the shopping.. I promise I won't steal anything, or kill anybody. Besides, it wouldn't be safe to be alone, just like you said. I want.. I want to make it up to you. It wouldn't help my conscience any if you ended up dead, now would it? Just.. please."

Part of her wanted to keep walking, ignore his comments.
She knew that what she had said had been harsh, and maybe she had over reacted, but there was nothing more important to her than her families safety and Eight needed to know that.
She could feel the heat of the emotion that had filled her body earlier leave her as she continued to walk towards the car her pace was slowing as the sudden rush of energy seeped quickly away.
Her flushed cheeks began to drain of color as the sickening clenched feeling started to creep into her gut as it always did when she experienced a strong emotion. Normally the clenching would come when she was near someone experiencing an intense emotion, she had never felt it come from inside her before, there was something different... something unexplainable about the feeling, it was a strange tingling burn that tickled the edges of the back of her mind and made her want to turn back to Vincent and... apologize for her... outburst.
She hesitated, and then turned back toward him, and saw in slight disbelief the tear that ran down his cheek.
Something deep within her immediately screamed, You're an idiot! Look what you've done! You judged a book by its cover and you know better! He didn't mean to...he didn't know... , she fought to control the emotions playing over her face and churning behind her eyes.
The anger was gone.
It was like an earthquake had taken place inside her and the unnatural silence that followed was deafening.
"We..." she faltered "We should go talk to Henri, see what he says we should do..." she said trailing off, hoping that the regret and shame she felt for being so harsh was, at least, sort of clear in her demeanor.
" Thank you for offering to help with the shopping" she said her tone genuine and remorseful, as she took slow careful steps back toward the house "You're right, it is safer to go in pairs."
Kayla glanced at the popped bag of dry pasta and felt a bit sorry for wasting his effort to bring food to the table. Speeding up a bit she mounted the porch and waited for Vincent to continue inside to Henri's study.

Vincent smiled. As bad as Vincent is sometimes, his true personality shines through in desperate times. No amount of homicide or forgetfulness can ever mask the warm, noble heart hiding beneath such a morbid exterior. He followed Nine onto the porch, and towards Henri's study. Hopefully he wouldn't be too pissed for Vincent's error.

"Yo Henri! We have a question!" Vincent shouted from outside the study doors; hoping to the endless heavens that Henri wasn't going ask Vincent why he had blood and pasta sauce on his clothes.

((Sorry If I kept you guys waiting.))

Henri had been thinking about the next day, when the kids would be going to high school. With humans. He had been planning on the best way to keep them covered, and still was deciding on things. He was almost ripping his hair out, at the thoughts of the six teenagers he had to protect, even though he was only supposed to have one. Why me? Speaking of the devils, he heard the distinguished voice of Number Eight, saying that he and someone else needed to talk to him.

He walked in Henri's study with Number Nine following with a pissed off expression on her face. "Damn, these two just never stop fighting," he thought to himself, shaking his head. "What do you need?" he asked, dreading the answer. He guessed that like most times, Number Eight had gotten into some more trouble. He looked back to Number Eight, trying to read what was going on with him. Then Henri noticed the red stains on his pants. "Oh god," he said rolling his eyes. "Please tell me that's spaghetti sauce Eight."

Seven realized with sickening abruptness that she was bored. Her drawing was definately finished for today- completely sketched out, extra lines erased, the shading is all right, a few of the parts are colored in, (she left the wings of the angel undrawn for now, she didn't know exactly how she wanted it), and she just didnt have the inspiration to do anymore. She sighed, and listened carefully until the fightng between Eight and Nine would wear itself down. Like now... it stopped, but not on a very pleasant note, but Eight was apologizing, so perhaps it would turn out okay. As long as no one bothered her for the day, Seven wasn't in the mood for talking. But is she ever?

She walked outside, cloaked in a blanket of fog until she was outside. Checking her pocket for any change, she had enough for a bus fare. Time to go see a movie. She walked calmly and quietly and dispersed the fog, hoping no one was watching, and waited at the bus stop.

Black Swan... I always wanted to watch it. Maybe now I can.

"Uuh.. y-yeah. That's spaghetti s-sauce. N-nothing to be worried about." Eight stuttered, still hoping that Henri wasn't going to catch on about the fact that he killed yet another human.. two, actually. And then disabled the power in a single store. The police were going to find it soon enough, so Henri could rant all he liked then. But for now.. Eight asked his and Nine's question.

"But anyways, we were wondering if we could get some money to go to the store. Were running low on food apparently. And if you're really that skeptical about letting us go, just remember that I will protect Nine if those blasted Mogadorians show up. Besides, if I die, you'll have one less head to worry about, hahaha.." Eight laughed, at one of his usual dark-natured jokes. At least he wasn't in a perverted mood today. He makes some pretty disgusting jokes when he is.

Kayla shot Eight a perturbed look, Lieing?! Now?
She wanted to scream in frustration, the whole reason she had said that they needed to talk to Henri was because he had killed the two people....
Sighing she shook her head like she was trying to clear away an errant thought.
She plastered a strained smile across her face "Hi again Henri, actually we came to talk to you about Vinc... I mean Eight's latest escapade. He umm..... Well, he had a bit of a run in with the law..... and no thats not spaghetti sauce on his pants." she said sneaking a look at Vincent's face, watching what she thought was relief at covering up the event melt from his face.
She admired his strained bravado at covering up the blatant facts and she was flattered by his open willingness to protect her.
She wasn't defenseless but being the only of the nine without an offensive ability, save telekinesis, she was comforted by his protection and felt a slight blush begin to creep onto her face as she realized this.
"I still have the money you gave me a few minutes ago, no worries there," her chipper answer only a shadow of the lightness she had felt only a few minutes earlier.
The clenching of her stomach was beginning to release leaving a stretched deadened feeling in its place which she felt was worse than the tightness before.
She wanted Vincent to come clean, wanted him to admit the truth Henri needed to know, he needed to be able to do damage control.

Eight sighed. There was no escaping the wrath of Herni this time, and.. lying is probably not a good idea around Nine. "Fine.. I admit it.. I attempted to steal some stuff from a store, and in the process, I ended up knocking out the power in that place and killing two more humans. I realize what I did was stupid and careless.. but I was only trying to get us some food. But.. I should've left that to Nine." Lowering his head, Eight prepared for Henri's usual rants, "..Don't tell me we have to relocate to a different town again.."