Real Terror! ((Still acccepting RPers. Scary RP Rated T)) ANOUNCEMENT!

((He'll probably go to the party.))

"Well I suppose we should talk to your Aunt first before we change our plans." Michael said as he pulled some cash out of his pocket and handed it to the driver. Michael was certainly thankful for his friends support but he didn't want to burden her.

Taryn's grandmother, Isabel, sat down with her granddaughter in the parlor of their house. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Taryn looked up at her and muttered hesitantly, "I'm changing. Again. I thought you said that it was over..." "What do you mean 'changing', mi reina?" Isabel asked, using a common term of endearment for girls in Spanish. "My hands haven't stopped shaking since this morning," Taryn answered, holding out her trembling hands, "And I couldn't see for part of today and when I got my eyesight back, everything was too vivid. What is going on? I thought the Repression process took care of this."

Isabel clasped her hands togehter, considering her next phrase, "You're changing because you're not like your mother. You're like me. Me equivoque. I'm sorry to tell you this, but you've got to be a witch now. You haven't got a choice. And I if tried to Repress your powers now, the build-up of mystical energy would kill you." Taryn just stared at her. Then she got up and left the room, running upstairs. Isabel sighed.

((xD Yay.))

Ceshlyta found a beer bottle in the dumpster behind Rosetta's Bar and Pub, and she went home and sanitized it, of course. She didn't want her friends getting E. Coli from the bottle, because that would be her fault and they'd hate her forever. Then she found her iPod and speakers, made sure the volume limit wouldn't blast the group's ears in, like she liked to listen to, and headed out the door and to the Amity House to wait for the others.

((Alec, timeskip to after the hospital out front of the house?))

(Go ahead, I can explain what happened using flashbacks or having Michael answer questions if necessary.)

((Kk))

Lily walked to the house, she brought a crucifix and some holy water. She also brought two bags of candy. She walked up to Ceshie.

Thomas grinned as he snuck up behind Lily. He spoke, "Lily! Be careful with that stuff! You know those are fatal for you!"

"What are you talking about?" She said. She crossed herself with the holy water and touched the crucifix to her forehead,
"No use there."

Thomas cocked an eyebrow, "But I thought you were an unholy demon sent to torment those on earth!"

"No, that's Nick." She said, dryly, rolling her eyes. "To tell you the truth, I don't like him all that much."

((Plot twiiiiiist.))

Thomas raised an eyebrow. He looked at her in confusion, "He's not that bad, is he? We only just met him. What don't you like about him?"
(Dun, dun, dun. )

"He seems kind of self-centered, and he seems like he has... other intentions, like he isn't with us because he wants to be." She said, she pondered for a second. "His Aura was green for envy, or ego, yellow for care or happiness, and a faint red, anger or ill intentions. Not the geatest I've ever seen."

Thomas frowned. When Lily put it that way, he was unsure about the guy himself. He spoke, "What do you think we should do?"

Michael walked up behind Thomas as he heard the conversation. "Keep it calm, act normal, and never tak-ke your eyes off of him of course." The student informed his friend as he put the soda he had brought on the ground in front of the house. "And don't forget to be subtle about everything if you have to tell us he brought a gun, potion, troll alluring substances or something like that." Michael added as he gave a weak smile to Thomas, something he rarely did.

"Leave him be, In time the true colors will unfold. These aren't his true colors, only something temporary." She said philosophically.

"Michael!" Lily said happily, giving him a quick hug. "Decided to come after all?"

"It's good to see you, man," Thomas told Miachael with a grin. He grabbed his shoulder and continued, "Lily especially seems to like that you're here."

"I guess so." Michael said warmly as he looked between his two friends.

"Be careful though bec-cause I still have the fever, but luckily Doctor Lily was able to give me something that should t-temporarily relieve the pain for now, so I thought why not come to the party before.... and here I am." He informed them as he kept up the image of happiness, but underneath there were other emotions. Fear, pain, regret, and curiosity all swarmed around the boy's mind and he knew that Lily could most likely see this, he was just hoping she wouldn't let the other's know.

Lily did see this. She stood a bit in front of Michael, so that her left shoulder sort of overlapped his. This way when she reached her right hand behind her back, to squeeze Michael's hand reassuringly, nobody would see. She stood there for a second, then shifted back, as though she was only shifting around on her feet.

Alan barged into the house in the room, his head burried in his small ratty leather note book. A sword was strpped to his back with the grip over his right shoulder, it was about 3 and a half feet long and 2 inches wide. He closed the book and looked up. "Hey guys! And Michael! your not dead!" he said with a grin.

((te he, i just got back from seeing transformers 2))

"Thanks." Michael said mentally, pretty sure that she couldn't hear his thought he gripped her hand a bit tighter for a second before releasing as she shifted back to her normal position.

And then Alan walked into the room, startling Michael with the quick and surprising spazziness He was beginning to expect from Alan. "Yeah not dead yet-t." He said before getting a better view of the boy, a rather large sword was the first thing that caught his attention, but then his eyes laid upon the book and that was when the pain ignited in Michael's mind. His physical appearance and facial expressions didn't change at all, except for his eyes, which appeared to be looking at something that wasn't there, something no one else could see and those things left strange flashes of clor in the boy's eyes.

The student quickly gulped the air as his mind came to, then quickly exhaling he looked back at Alan rather surprised. "So umm yeah, nice weapon." Michael said as his voice stuttered again and he skipped the 'p'. He ignored the pain in his head and the light layer of sweat on his face as well, pretending that nothing had happened.

Alan stopped smiling. "Hey, um, you ok?" he asked. then something sparked in his mind. "OH! Better put this away!" he said and jammed the book into his pocket, wondering if it would help. Then he layed his sword on the wall. "yeah, It is a nice weapon, You wouldn't beleive the history behind it!"

Nick walked out of the Amity house. He had done a perimeter search before the night began, just in case. He had gotten most of the house. He had a huge grin on his face. "All clear, not a ghost in site!" he called, which was slightly a lie. He had seen some weird shifting stuff, like a book falling an impractical distance from where it was. And he had stumbled into a vase and made it fall off a table, but, and because he was falling he didn't get a good look, the vase seemed to slow in it's fall, and didn't make a sound touching the ground, plus, it landed to be standing, and no on it's side. It was weird, but only a little, and he couldn't say for sure that there were no ghosts. But that didn't stop him from carrying the book in his hands, and the gem on his hand. "Pizza is also here, which you'll be even happier to hear." he said. His attire for the evening was sort of weird. He was wearing a blazer, a dress shorts and dark jeans. It wasn't over the top fancy, but it was a little different from his normal attire. Nick had also done a little eavesdropping. He had heard most of the conversation about him. Like his Aura, and their mistrust of him. He didn't think much of it, they probably shouldn't trust him.

Taryn walked to the Amity house, just in time to see Nick come out of the house. Her grip on the strap of the leather mailbag that hung over her shoulder. There was something off about this picture. She couldn't pick up on what it was. She made her way to her friends, "Hey," she said. She looked at Michael, "Nice to see you're alive."

"Yup, I guess we just need to wait for Hanyer and Charlie now I guess." She said, shrugging.
"Wanna head inside?"

(um, we might be waiting awhile, TTTE won't be back until the 4th I beleive)

Alan looked at nick. "Well, that's good to know, now we won't have to call in the Ghostbusters." Alan said, still mostly in the dark about the strangeness of his new friends. he took a quick look around and pulled out his book and started furiously reading it again. He hadn't read it scince he was a kid, and what he was finding in it was truely exciting.