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Who: Kay and Aaron, over Cassie
Where: Old!Home
When: Cassie's eleven, Evan is six. Kay and Aaron are really beginning to open up their network across the continent, but haven't reached a critical mass yet to make them successful.



It's been a long week. A long month, really. Aaron has been away for stretches at a time, digging up and sussing out trustworthy friends of Kay's small network of supernatural people; he's been meeting them in person on the wings of Kay's ability to teleport, and he's been trying to forge ties however it takes. Sometimes it isn't easy; sometimes there's a culture gap. A lot of the time he isn't prepared at all for what he faces, never mind that he spends hours at a time researching common-held myths, that he goes to such lengths to procure the places, times, and items that he expects will make them feel comfortable. He has been out in the street, conversing with old women buried under wadded newspapers, proffering fresh offal; he's been out in the forest under the full moon, bringing the finest sample of moon-sauce to parties with the caveat that he gets to go home by the end of it all; he's been standing awkwardly at the side of a cave high up in the mountains, dressed down in heavy winter clothing and lobbing words back and forth with a socially awkward creature who refuses to show its face. He's also been ascending to the tops of steel and glass skyscrapers, playing ball with old, old gamers who remind him that he is but a little fish in a big, mean sea.

It's been draining, but he is a determined motherfucker. Aaron knows that Kay has been busy, too, in her own way. It makes returning home to their children difficult at times; Evan acts like he can take care of himself, but Aaron knows that the boy, like any humanish (even half) needs love and affection, so he makes a point of sitting in with his son and asking him about new developments, showing off particularly interesting units (not trinkets; trinkets mean little to the boy unless they have practical value) of trade in the supernatural world. He obliges Evan's thirst for learning by bringing back texts and projects to work on and fix. He has a collection of them in his work room already.

Cassie is harder. Aaron finds her sullen disposition at his return hard to break through; she seems dissatisfied with his leaving, and takes a long time to warm up to him again... and by that point usually he has to go again, which never seems to help. Ever since her mother had really cut into her for lashing out at her father for not spending enough time with her, Cassie has put it on lock down. For a child, Aaron know that's been rough. He has been doing what he can, which means that when he knocks on the door to Cassie's room later in the evening on the first day of his return, he doesn't immediately expect a reply. "Hey, firecracker, your old man's home! You want to come out for a hug?"

Nothing.

Aaron frowns, considers taking a firmer tone of voice... but it's going to take time, he knows this.

Instead, he says, "I'll be downstairs, girlchild. You gotta bring me up to speed on your adventures, alright?"

He finds Kay in the kitchen, looking into the mundanities of supper with a few choice things that he's found on his travels. Best not to come home empty handed! Shouldering her affectionately, he says, "you sit your ass down, woman. You're getting such a feeding." He makes good on his words, even: out come the cutting board, the knives, and he gets to washing and chopping.

Date: 2014-05-10 08:01 pm (UTC)
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He gets a bump back from his partner for his trouble, and then she concedes the floor, a duty she's happy to give up. She's happy to have him home, period -- her contribution to his wheeling and dealing has mostly been to fulfill the role of mode-of-transportation, although on one or two of his more potentially dangerous forays she stayed on as muscle. But arranging for a babysitter is complicated and their pool of potentials is small, so more often than not she plays homemaker.

Not her most natural role, but then, a necessity, and not one that she resents.

She pulls a chair up to the table they've got in the kitchen and thumps down into it. They can hear the scratch of colored pencils on paper across the way in the living room; Evan's taken lately to drafstmanship (a term he prefers over 'drawing') of esoteric mechanical things. Kay's got a couple of his more elaborate pieces up on the fridge. For all that he seems to have an understanding of what he's drawing, they're still child-art and it's hard to decipher, without the kid's guidance, what exactly they are supposed to be for. But they're color-coded in colored pencil and, for his age, remarkably tidy.

"She being recalcitrant?" Kay had heard the small drama from downstairs -- not the words of it, but Aaron calling and failing to gain a response. There's empathy in Kay's tone, although conscious of how sound carries in the house, she keeps it light.

Date: 2014-05-10 08:32 pm (UTC)
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She raised her eyebrows and grinned wryly, inclining her head his direction as if to say 'as you've seen'. Parents so often must talk in code -- they could go into the specifics when they were alone. "Had a couple of the girls from school over the other night," she let him know, and here was something that she could sound long-suffering about without feeling as if she was gossiping about her child. Sleepovers are a child's art of having as much fun as possible while driving one's parents entirely mad.

Kay propped her chin on her hand, elbow on table, and went on sardonically. "That was fun. They camped out in the back acre. They wanted to have a bonfire." How about that.

Date: 2014-05-10 08:44 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, they had a blast." The lack of ironic emphasis suggested that at least she didn't mean that literally! The elemental grinned, then, thinking on the night in question. The three preteens had spent a good portion of the night chasing each other around and screaming -- Cassie's friends were a mixed bag, some of them already delving into makeup and the minefield of boys, but enough of them were tomboys themselves to keep things interesting. "I think she liked the taste of freedom. We may lose her to the woods," she joked.

Date: 2014-05-10 09:04 pm (UTC)
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Kay, who had laughed at the mental image of their eldest spending some time as one of Skye's lot, nods still with a little smile on. "Yeah, she'll be down." They'd been eating together, something Kay was reasonably strict about, even if they were kitchen dinners rather than dining room dinners. They kept the fancy for when Dad was home. Kay didn't care so much about table manners as them just all being in the same room together for a bit every day.

"I'll get her when it's time." For now... she's gotten up from the table, seeing a lull in his cooking, so that she comes up behind him and wraps her arms around him. Something nice about burying her face in his back. "Good to have you home."

Date: 2014-05-10 10:08 pm (UTC)
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Squeezed so, she goes soft to his hug and lets him, by virtue of strong arms in the right places, crack the cricks out of her back. That earns a little sigh of contentment, before she laughs into his chest at his news. She turns her head and asks, "So did they send you home with any interesting tidbits, or were they too busy trying to figure out what the heck?"

Date: 2014-05-10 10:41 pm (UTC)
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"Your family would have to," she teases, although she also steps back to let him work his magic at the stove. A few steps back, and she's leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him work. And with any luck -- it went unsaid -- their efforts would make the world an easier place for other supernaturals to have a sense of humor about. That was the point, wasn't it? Well, one of them.

Date: 2014-05-10 11:11 pm (UTC)
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Kay drifts around the kitchen while he fries, stirring the soup, peering over -- well, under -- his shoulder, at one point ambling out to fetch their son from the living room when the sandwiches began to smell heavenly-edible.

Evan was the first back in the kitchen at his mother's behest, his serious six-year-old self fetching cutlery for the dining room table. "Mom's going to get Cass," he told Aaron, peering into the pan with interest as he passed by with his fistful of spoons. And indeed, thumping up the stairs would tell him as much, and the muffled holler of Kay a moment later summoning the tween.

Then again, a few moments later, then a few more of Kay thumping around upstairs. Sound carried, in their old, draughty house.

She was back down the stairs moments later, a frown on her face. "She's not in her room," she explained to her partner as she rounded the stairs, opening the door to the basement. Evan, indifferent for the moment, came back in to the kitchen for a load of bowls to go with the spoons.

Date: 2014-05-10 11:27 pm (UTC)
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The youngster frowns and admits, "Maybe. I'm still thinking about it." That is his way of not saying that he's hit some problem or other that he hasn't puzzled out yet. But despite the frown, the kid was the sort that seemed the most content when he had a problem to try and solve, and doubtless for the course of the evening he'd be quietly at his work, on his stomach on the living room floor, drawing his strange plans.

Kay emerges from the basement a matter of minutes later, shaking her head. She hadn't addressed his question, but her furrowed brow was enough explanation -- Cassie was supposed to be easy to find, Cassie was supposed to be around. She bypasses the kitchen, heading for the front door; the dad and son in the kitchen hear it creak open, and a minute later Kay's familiar bellow, echoing out across the back acre in her customary summons. "CASS?"

Date: 2014-05-10 11:42 pm (UTC)
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He leaves the kid in the kitchen nodding solemnly, listening sharply. When he reaches his partner out front she shakes her head. "Neither hide nor hair." There's worry in the redhead's voice, but not yet such overwhelming concern that she can't turn a phrase. She's frowning, she's got her hands on her hips as she scans the horizon. There's where they had their 'bonfire' -- really a campfire, although she suspected her daughter of having pulled some covert pyrotechnics too.

Eyes, though -- eyes were limited, and she was scanning with other senses, too. "I can't get a read on her either." That's quieter but sharper.

Date: 2014-05-11 12:09 am (UTC)
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A pursed-lip moment, and then she shakes her head. "Not unless she's gotten stealthy overnight," Kay replies tersely. It is possible for things to be hidden from her extrasensory senses, but so far, Cassie has shown no ability to be among those invisible things.

"I'm going to do a closer pass." Now and then she did miss things.

There are worse thoughts going through the mother's mind, though, ones that she will not put voice to. Dead things didn't have any signal to read. But that was jumping way too far to a conclusion, wasn't it? More likely that the child has learned a new skill. She grabs her boots and stuffs her feet into them. "Give me five minutes, I'll just make sure."

Date: 2014-05-11 12:17 am (UTC)
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Their younger takes the offered permission with every indication of pleasure; he's been looking forward to grilled cheese. He takes one triangle of fried bread and cheese and takes a big bite -- first things first -- before he shakes his head.

When he finishes his bite, he adds, "she was in her room." He's been quietly tuned in to what's going on since the tension level in the house rose so sharply. "I heard her go up there."

Date: 2014-05-11 12:28 am (UTC)
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~No luck,~ he gets back, the touch of her mind familiar enough that the sour notes of concern and growing annoyance play clearly. ~I'll be in in a few minutes.~

A pause, and then she adds with ire, ~Aaron, I don't know where the fuck she could have gotten to. She sure as hell didn't sneak out the window. Any leads with other parents?~ Her mind stays in touch, skimming the top of his thoughts for whatever response bubbles up to that.

Date: 2014-05-11 12:51 am (UTC)
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There is a burst of annoyance from his partner, not at him, but at their truant daughter. A sense of acknowledgement, and then a sign-off, and she's scanning the area for conflagrations. It's not outside the realm of possibility. It'd be shitty even for Cassie, but it wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility.

Evan has finished the first half of his sandwich and is looking at his father with furrowed brows. He pulls his soup towards him and stirs it with his spoon. He hasn't learned how to tune into psionic conversations yet, not unless they're directed at him, but he can see the signs of it on others. "What's mom say?"

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