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[Jadyn Amethyst]

Looking for the yellow brick road to lead me home.

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He was officially lost.

This was the first time he'd tried to find his way in New York, period, with or without help. He'd gotten a typed letter that was supposed to be from his brother telling him that Brennan was in New York. The letter had told Jay to meet him in the middle of Central Park, but he was darn sure he was no where near the large park. After wandering the streets for hours on end he'd found himself in a not so good looking area and it was quickly approaching midnight. The time that he was supposed to meet his brother, but there was no way he'd get there on time.

Looking down at what was supposed to be a map he felt panic pounding in his veins. Why did they have to meet at the park? Why didn't Brennan just meet him at the school? Was he in trouble? Did he need to go into hiding now? Something wasn't right. If everything was okay Bren would come to the school. Hands shaking his vision blurred for a moment as he fought the frustration, fear, and tears from the long day searching. "Dammit! How the hell does a person get this lost in one frickin' city?!"

He crumbled up the useless map and threw it on the ground before starting off once again. Six times he'd asked for directions but people kept giving him street names and by the second street name he'd forgotten what else to look for. Or switched up numbers and ended up completely and utterly lost. One of the biggest flaws he had was one of the worst sense of directions ever. He could get lost trying to find the way to the bathroom for goodness sakes. So many times he'd been late to classes because he'd forgotten how to get to them.

The streets were filthy, the few people he saw scared the crap out of him, and he didn't think he could get back to the school if his life depended on it. Why had he gone out alone? But it wasn't like he had any friends to ask to go with him anyway. He'd walked another three blocks before he started running down the streets. Taking random turns he hoped that maybe by luck he'd find his way to someplace he knew. Hell he couldn't even find a police station. After about twenty minutes he stood panting next to a light pole near tears and trembling. It was now midnight, he was no where near the meeting place, and his brother would leave without him. It had been nearly two years now and he'd hadn't seen his family, and barely any contact from his aunt either.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" He slammed a fist against the light pole only to let more curses fly as he shook his hand in pain. The pole was dented a little but one would only notice if they were looking for it. Cradling his hand against his heaving chest, he stared down one street then another. Then he heard footsteps coming up from being him. He turned quickly panic shining from his face as he backed into the light pole. On edge? Maybe, just a little bit.

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[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica walked down the street, trying to balance himself on the edge of the sidewalk. A bag was over his shoulder, containing several pastries, a pair of scissors, floss, bandaids, and a hole puncher. He had come to the conclusion he had forgotten his wallet six blocks ago, and decided that he would just explore the city at midnight. He had come up with five hundred and thirty two reasons about why this was not a good idea, and two scenarios each containing those reasons.

He heard curses around the corner, and stopped in his tracks. Eighty six scenarios now. He tiptoed closer and peaked around the corner, observing the boy wag his hand. He bit his bottom lip. What if the boy wasn't even a boy? What if he was some.. short drug lord fight club boxer pirate? Ithica put the bag down, tempted to pull out his hole puncher and floss just in case. He didn't quite know what he would do with aforementioned items. Make empty threads and raise it as threateningly as the pacifistic demon could.

Gathering what little courage he had, Ithica turned down the corner, walking cautiously to him. Maybe he was just lost and frustrated. As much as he hated to admit it, Ithica wasn't the bravest person around, and people punching inanimate objects (things that were quite dear to him, considering his Trait) and cursing made him he scared. Especially when they were wearing an eyepatch, it was midnight, and he didn't have Rosie to give him mental support.

When the boy suddenly turned towards him, Ithica nearly jumped out of his skin. He raised his hands up, fell backwards, and then decided just to scramble back to put some extra distance between the panicked boy and the panicked demon. "Sorry!" He apologized, not sure why he was the one apologizing when the kid had scared him. Then again, he had been creeping up from behind. Ah, technicalities. "Sorry," he repeated, standing up.

When his brain had gotten over the initial shock, it was returning to it's normal routine of being filled with questions. "Your hand is okay?" He asked, taking a tentative step closer. "I have bandaids."

[ooc; -coughCIELcough- :3 and sorry about the lame post. :c]

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Putting trust in a stranger.

A stranger was standing there looking almost as scared as Jadyn felt, and they stood there for a moment as though taking each other in. His eye darted around trying to see if the man had friends with him or anything but so far he didn't see anyone else. Though the could be hiding not far away in a dark alley or something. The man had apologize profusely, and had even asked if the boy's hand was okay. Gaze darting down to his throbbing hand he quickly brought that eye back up to stare at the man. So the guy had been there long enough to see him punch the light post. Was he stalking him and Jay had just now noticed him?

"Um, it hurts like hell, but thanks for the offer. No blood, no bandaids needed." His back pressed against the light post he stared wondering what to do or say. Was the guy a friendly? Was he only acting like a nice guy? Could Jay trust him even a little bit? Did he really have a choice? He was tired, stressed, and about to curl up in an alley way and pray for morning to come. Near shaking he lowered his gaze trying to compose himself. There was no need to freak here he wasn't hurt and the man had backed up not advanced as though to hurt him so that had to be a plus.

Shifting his feet nervously he chewed his bottom lip for a moment before glancing up at the guy with half a glare half pleading look. "I'm...really lost."

Like that wasn't obvious. He thought angrily to himself before speaking once more. "I've been trying to get to Central? I think it was central..." The frightened boy dug in his pocked to get the letter for the hundredth time that day. "Yeah, Central Park. I've been trying to get there for nearly nine hours now...as pathetic as that sounds."

Now if the stranger turned out to be a psycho that was about to murder and or rape him that would be the time to do it. What Jay just told the guy was that he was utterly lost, desperate, tired, and also completely alone. Things one should not divulge to perfect strangers in a shady neighborhood in New York. But like before mentioned he didn't really have any choice in the matter.

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((ooc. it was awesome it made me smile ^_^ and yep ciel it is))

[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica had only a vague idea of how to get to the park from here. The vaguest of vague. Which was synonymous in Ithispeak with 'Ithica had no bloody idea how to get there'. He had feeling if he went somewhere he knew well he could end up stumbling upon the park. After all, it was huge. How could one miss it? He could pretend he knew where he was going and lead the boy to a random direction. Or he could just give himself a headache and remember those maps. He didn't like maps very much.

"Can't help you with that bit," he finally admitted, rubbing his neck sheepishly. "If we were somewhere else I could probably find it, but this is my first time around here so I'm not sure how to.. connect the two places." He tilted his head, wondering if that even made sense. Probably not.

He scuttled backwards to get his bag from around the corner, and held it up triumphantly. "But I have pastries!" Ithica announced, but then his excited expression quickly dulled as he realized that Brooklyn at midnight was not an ideal picnic location. Especially not when the kid was lost. "After we get you to the park. Or walking to the park. Eat and speak."

"It should be that way." Ithica pointed southeast. "Because Central is just below Manhattan, which is that way!" Sometimes his memory did come in handy, especially when he had been staring at the maps (mainly because he didn't want to stare at the people) when he had arrived here. Having decided that the boy, if truly desperate, would follow him, Ithica walked off in the direction he pointed. After all, they were in Brooklyn, and that was about a two hour walk.

And Ithica really hated walking. But he'd hate leaving a stranded little boy even worse. "I'm Ithica. Like the Greek island Odysseus ruled." He turned and tossed a pastry to the boy with a bright smile on his face. "Onwards and forwards! Exploration! Discovery!" He was practically jumping down the streets, partly out of excitement and partly because there were just so many cracks on the sidewalk. Ech.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Following the leader, the leader, the leader, following the leader to god know's where.

"Great...just flippin' wonderful." He banged his head back against the pole staring at the slightly cloudy night sky. Lost in New York with a random stranger who was most likely going to leave now with a most likely broken knuckles. He was a bloody genius. Next time he should get very detailed, written down directions to the park, and most likely hire a guide or something.

The sound of scuttling made him jump a bit and he stared in puzzlement as the man proudly proclaimed that he had pastries. Oh dear lord the guy was special. The one stranger in the entirety of the city and he was found by a guy who didn't know the way to Central Park and he was special? Could this night get any worse? Well, yes a hell of a lot worse but he did not want to think about that just now. The man wasn't making much sense to Jadyn which meant that the boy wasn't moving or talking. He simply stared and thought not the nicest things about el special boy with the bag of pastries.

His eyes followed the pointed hand though a bit leery on following the man who had moments before claimed he couldn't get to the park. Did he actually know where he was going or was special ed thinking of luring Jay somewhere? Why did he always have to think people were luring him somewhere anyway? Glaring at the guy but not really glaring at him just in his direction the boy thought on this. The reason he thought people were out to trick him to hurt him was probably because it tended to actually happen a lot when he was a kid.

Blinking out of his deep thinking he startled to find that the probably one and only hope in finding the park was now walking away. He jump started to jog to catch up with the guy even if it turned out to be a bad idea he didn't have much choice. While he was trying to listen to the guy and about to speak a pastry came flying at his head. Yelping his threw up his hands only proving to knock the pastry to the ground rather than catching it. He gave the guy a look before bending and retrieving the only food he'd seen in the last three hours let alone food he was allowed to eat. Not having eaten since very early that morning he glanced at the man once before taking a huge bite.

"I thought it was Ith-A-ca not Ith-I-ca." He mumbled while chewing his food not comfortable yet in giving out his name to a stranger. Though he shouldn't be too rude because the guy was trying to help him, was being quite nice to him, and had just given him free food. "You can call me Jay if you want."

There not his real name but at least it was kind of his name seeing as it was a nick name he often went by. Being nice wasn't one of his strongest attributes even if he didn't mean to be rude most times. Having a hard exterior to protect oneself tended to push people away and right now he did not need to push this guy away. What he needed was to kiss ass to get to the park so he could hopefully meet up with his brother. But by now he didn't even know if he'd catch him in time.

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[Ithica Pettineo]

Noticing the hesistance - and the annoyed glares - Ithica smiled confidently. "I do know where I'm going, I do. Just didn't want to remember the maps. Gives me such a headache, those maps." He tapped his forehead. "I've got the memory of an elephant. Wouldn't it be so cool to have the brain of an elephant? They're denser than the human brain, and their temporal lobes are way more developed and they have more foldings.."

But every perk, memory included, had its disadvantages. Ithica didn't have a lot of things he wished he couldn't remember, but he did have some. What person didn't? Elephants could remember a good source of water, and find that it's now dried up. "They also have a lot of emotions and feelings. Maybe humans could do well being a bit more like elephants, eh?" He offered up another smile.

Ithica grinned when the kid commented on his name. A lot of people ignored his shbeil about his name origins, and he was always delighted by people who need at least something Greek geography. "I don't know why I'm Ithica. Maybe my mother didn't want to have my name exactly like an island. I never liked the Odyssey anyway..."

It was mainly Odysseus he hated, and the more he thought about it the more it really irked him. Why did Odysseus have like eight illegimate children and poor Penelope was just stuck waiting for him while defending his honor back at home? He ought to have been busy repairing boats instead of busy in the bedroom. Ithica had a rather rigid sense of what a family should be, although he realized nobody's family ever quite made expectation.

"Jay is a nice name." He commented blithely. "Why are you going, anyway? Must be somewhere important if you're still looking after nine hours." Ithica had a tendency to pry. He just found that people could just be so interesting sometimes. Sometimes. And sometimes they were just... not so interesting. "Wouldn't it have been easier to have your parents take you?"

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Elephants eat poo.

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Walking along silently behind the man he ate the pastry trying to eat slowly even though his starving stomach begged for him to eat faster. The man didn't appear to be as special as he first judged the man was just unique. That was a nice way of saying it. As they traveled Jay couldn't help but smile at the rant about the elephants. He knew little to nothing about elephants, but he did know one random fact that the stranger might find interesting.

"I saw a documentary on elephants once. Baby elephants have to ingest the mother's dung to get the necessary bacteria in their stomachs to digest food once they were done feeding off the mother's milk." It was a eeew kind of fact but it was those random little facts that tended to stick with him. He read a lot of stuff but he hardly ever paid attention in school, and he mostly read fiction. After that tid bit left his mouth he fell silent again actually enjoying the walk now that he wasn't utterly lost.

His mind had started wandering to how glad he was that he hadn't been found by some creeper. Then he started wondering if his brother would still be there, or how long it would take to get to the park. But his mind meanderings were interrupted when the man asked him a few questions. Jay swallowed the last of the pastry before jogging up to walk along side the man. He glanced at the guy before tentatively answering.

"I'm supposed to meet my brother there...I haven't seen or heard from him for nearly two years." Shoving his hands into his jean pockets he suddenly felt cold though it was no where near chilly outside. "And I don't have parents. Or...at least they say I don't."

He kicked a piece of trash not wanting to look up at the man and see pity in his eyes. Pity made him sick even though he'd received buckets of his for most of his life. Not wanting to focus on him though he was the one seeking help he decided to try to make small talk. The walk to the park might take awhile and he didn't think the guy was one who could do so in silence. "Why you out wandering the night? Do you live near here? It's not the best neighborhood to just waltz around in."

Continuing to kick that piece of trash he hoped that the guy wouldn't continue down the personal question road. He wasn't really the type to share one's deepest darkest secrets with a perfect stranger. But in the depressed mood he was in he didn't know if he'd be able to dodge the questions like he usually tried to. He hated dodging all the time it was tiring, and kind of lying. But he hated pity, decisions, decisions.

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[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica smiled, if only for the reason that Jay had actually been listening and not ignoring him. It tended to happen to him a lot, especially when he started rambling about pachyderms. He had always tried to ignore the grosser aspects of his favorite species, but sometimes found it a little hard when their grossest aspect was their most important. "Monogastric herbivores do tend to be coprophagous."

He shifted the bag to his other hand, wondering how Rosie was getting along. Not that he was worried about her - how much trouble could she get in? He had promised the doll that he'd be back soon, and that he was just going to go buy some stuff. That plan had vaporized when he had forgotten his wallet, refused to go back as to show her that although he had his gift he was still so.. empty-minded. It was a male pride thing that not even the half-demon understood.

Curiosity about the Jay came flooding in, but for the inquistive Ithica that wasn't exactly a new feeling. He could say a lot of things, ranging from "that sucks" to "you don't sound very attached". He could have, but what if the boy got frustrated and punched him? Or said something verbally...mean? Maybe the boy had his parents... eliminated because they got in his way?

"Your brother wants to meet you at a park in the middle of the night?" He hadn't meant to say it quite like that, but then again Ithica found that he usually said things without filtering them. "And where do you live if you haven't seen your brother and your parents are dead?" Maybe with an aunt or uncle, or what if he was just sent off to some boarding school with bad food? Tragic. With that thought, he noticed that the boy had finished his pastry, and reached into his bag to pull out a slightly different one. "Still hungry?"

And although he had no ulterior motives - he just wanted the skinny hungry looking kid to have food - he felt kind of like the witch from Hansel and Gretel. But Ithica wasn't going to eat Jay. His diet didn't consist the flesh of innocent little boys.

He was so caught up in comparing and contrasting this situation to a combined version of Peter Pan and Hansel & Gretel, he nearly missed the question. "Wandering..?" He murmured, his mind flitting back to his original motive. "Oh! Right. I was going to...uhm..." He didn't want the boy to know he was a total loser, forgot his wallet, and now Rosie - his magical porcelain doll he brought alive with his magical powers - was waiting for him in his dorm. How realistic did that sound?

"I like wandering. Not usually at night though. This city in the dark kind of gives me the creeps. And if saw a demon waltzing around in the middle of Brooklyn I'd be questioning my sanity." Ithica had just found a new aspiration in life. To waltz in the middle of the night in Brooklyn. First he'd have to learn how to waltz, which required at least a small amount of grace on his part. So waltzing wasn't in the clumsy demon's itenarary anytime soon.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Nom, nom, nom, nom.

"Monogastric herbivores do tend to be coprophagous." He thought over those words and after a minute concluded that he had no clue what the man was talking about. Mono meant one, and gastric dealt with the stomach so that meant one stomach. Herbivores he knew that one, but copro-whatever was beyond him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the baby elephant ate poo? Not knowing and not caring all that much he decided not to clarify. If anything and if he remembered he could always look it up somewhere.

Content to just walk along and listen to the guy ramble he was none too pleased to find that the guy was really bloody nosy. "Yes, I'm meeting my brother this late at night. And where I live isn't really your concern is it? Besides I never said my parents were dead. I simply said I don't have any."

According to his family he didn't have any therefore he was disowned but he wasn't going to go through that just yet. If the guy continued to be nosy then he guessed that he'd have to just spell it out for him. He didn't want to but it might stop the inquisition against him and his family. At the offer of another pastry he glanced up at the guy and actually gave a small smile. "Yeah, thanks."

He took the pastry and happily took a huge bite from it. It was sweet and delicious, a wave of happiness flooded over his features as he enjoyed the first bite. But after he swallowed the happiness faded back behind his cold mask. Oddly enough he didn't feel very threatened at the moment. The usually paranoid part of him lay quiet beneath his growling stomach, and need to get to Central Park. The man, Ithica, was nice enough and didn't seem all that threatening.

Even when the guy searched for an answer to the wandering question he didn't press it. He had a vague feeling that the answer he'd received wasn't the actual answer but it also wasn't any of his business. Why had the guy just mentioned demons? Blinking he glanced up at the guy over the yummy pastry. "Who said anything about demons?" Was the guy implying that there were demons in this area? He twisted and turned looking into the shadows trying to see if he saw anything lurking. Not seeing anything he turned back to the stranger.

"Are there demons in this area?" Ever since his last encounter with a demon he wanted to stay alert and wary. Demons from far as he was concerned were annoying, crude, nasty beings that he'd rather stay clear of, especially if they were females.

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[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica could argue the fact he was speaking about metaphorical death - but he hadn't been, and, being the worst liar ever, decided just to let the subject drop. Besides, this kid wasn't looking exactly eager to spill out his life story to a stranger. Personally he didn't mind sharing most of his life with strangers - but perhaps that's because he had nothing to hide. Well, except for that he was terrified of ladybugs and bunnies.

Seeing the boy eat the pastry, he supressed a giggle. He was just so.. adorable. Slightly threatening when he glared, maybe due to the eyepatch, and the fact Ithica had noticed a slight dent in the lamppost earlier had made him wary of pissing Jay off. Not like he'd intentionally make people mad, but on occasion Ithica's inquistive manner has been known to upset people. Only one had resorted to actual violence. It was an experience he'd like to not repeat.

He noticed the suspicion in the boy's face when he turned around and checked for demons. His throat felt dry as he asked for an explanation. Ithica put his hands in his pockets, trying to act as if he hadn't heard the question. That was rather unsuccessful as Jay asked if demons were around. He licked his lips, only a tiny bit terrified of what would happen if Jay figured out he was a demon. Well, he wasn't even a full demon! Only half, from his mother's side.

"Ah, don't worry about that demon," Ithica smiled with a wave of his hand. "He's just a big softy. But he's very intelligent, and if I do say so myself, he's quite the looker." Sometimes he suffered from ego-inflation. "And he likes giving out pastries." Ithica wasn't at all sure if he should have told Jay that he was a demon. After all, they did have a bit of a negative stigma. And what made him so positive that this guy even knew about the supernatural? He was just a random lost kid in the middle of Brooklyn.

Ithica decided to just take his chances and continue the conversation. After all, if he was just a regular human, he had already built himself up to be crazy. He rambled about elephants, produced pastries from a bag, and walked around Brooklyn in the middle of the night to help strange little boys. So what was the harm in talking more about his species? Well not really his species - but Ithica was almost positive he would give up his gift to be a full demon.

"I haven't met a lot of other demons. Only this one, and she.." He paused, thinking of an adjective to describe Aponi. "She was... not the nicest person in the world. Came off a little too strong, you know? Maybe it's a demon thing. I pry into other people's lives, she pries into their pants." He shrugged, continuing his walk. He knew it wasn't nice to talk badly about people while they weren't there to defend themselves, but Ithica would apologize to her later. He'd kind of have to if he wanted to get closer to Sophie. Curse those pesky biotic obsticles.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Little dragon boy equals demon beacon.

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Beyond glad that the guy was no longer pushing the family issue he chewed on his pastry in peace. Ithica was quiet for a good space of time before Jay could have sworn that he had heard a giggle. He glanced up at the guy but didn’t ask if the man got excited over pastries who knew what he could randomly giggle about. It was a tad creepy to be sure but if the guy wanted to giggle then he could giggle. But if he really started in on a giggle fit for no reason then looked at Jay then the dragon boy was going to high tail it in the opposite direction. Even if that direction was away from Central Park his life was not worth getting to the park that night. He could get there tomorrow if need be. But for now Ithica wasn’t creepy enough to run away from, yet.

Once Ithica described the demon Jay’s eye went wide and he stopped in his tracks before staring at the man, or well demon. “You’re the demon?! What the hell am I a f*cking magnet for you people?” He yelled pointing at the demon with shock and anger dancing over his features.

“This is freaking ridiculous! First that crazy woman stole my ipod, now I meet one who gives out pastries to little boys in the middle of the night.” He glared at the pastry so deceivingly delicious. “I bet it’s poisoned! Did you poison it? Or put drugs in it to knock me out? Well, I’m warning you now sleeping pills don’t work too well on me.”

He couldn’t believe it he was a flipping demon beacon.

Then Ithica described what sounded like the same demon he’d run into, or been dragged around by, in the school. He’d started pacing without really realizing it and stopped once more to glare at Ithica. “Was this female demon somewhat attractive, and dark haired?” That was the best way to describe her at the moment it wasn’t like this man knew that she tried to get into the girl’s dormitory to molest them (yes Jadyn is still convinced that she was trying to do that).

“Wait, okay. So you’re a demon, right? But you’ve been nice to me so far. Are you planning on killing me or, what had she ranted about…feeding on my life force?” Was that it? She’d said something along those lines he just knew it. “If you plan on doing either of those then I am going to warn you I am a very mean creature and will kill you right back.”
Bluffing, only a lot.

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[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica had gotten an arrangement of emotions when he admitted his species. He had gotten shock, he also had people get angry. He had never, ever, ever, came across somebody who looked so.. exhasperatedly frutrasted. He was half-tempted to just leave, leaving the little wandering demonphobe out among the rapists and druggies. As soon as the thought entered his mind he pushed it out.

At the accusation that the pastries were poisoned, Ithica's mouth twitched into a smile. Perhaps they did have drugs. They were pretty good after all. It's not like he could just say 'No Jay trust me they're not poisoned' or 'of course not, poison is way too messy, Jay'. "If you don't want the pastry you can just get rid of it. I was only trying to help." Stupid little boys. Stupid little ungrateful boys.

In all honesty, the first time he'd met Aponi he had been trying not to look at her, trying to keep his anger from boiling over. Though he had seen her kiss his... girlfriend? Ithica fought desperately to keep his mind from drifting over to Sophie. During the middle of an antispecies shbiel was not the time to be thinking of relationships.

"Yeah.. I think. But she can't be that bad," he defended. "My.. friend likes her. So maybe she's just not good at first impressions." Ithica was proud of himself. He was defending somebody he didn't even like. Of course, Aponi would probably just do something to prove him completely wrong and ruin his suggestion. He hated to admit it, but he needed to get along with the other demon for Sophie's sake.

He never knew love required such matrydom.

When asked about life force, Ithica paused. Did he need life force? He wasn't absoloutely sure, although people reported feeling tired when around him. He wasn't sure if it was because of his boisterous personality or not. "I'm not going to eat you. Too many legalities involved." These were things to ask other demons.

"I really am harmless." Ithica rubbed his elbow awkwardly. "My mother was.. is a demon, but my father is gifted. So I'm just a half-demon. See? Not even good enough to be one species or another." He bit his tongue, realizing how bitter that sounded. It wasn't that he hated being a halfer because.. well, he was a halfer. If his mother was back to help him with all the technicalities of being even half demon it probably wouldn't be as bad. Instead he was just sort of winging it and hoping for the best.

When Jay said he was a very mean creature that would kill him, Ithica was resisting the urge to go into an alley and cry. "What mean creature are you?" He asked, his tone a mixture of anxiety, terror, frustration, and amicability. "And anyway, I would let you kill me. I'm not much of a fighter, and I don't want to hurt anybody."

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Faced with your own personal demons.

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The stranger remained calm and harmless even with Jadyn's little outburst, which had amazing affects on his nerves. Not attacking him after the admittance of what he was or anything. Well, then maybe he wasn't evil? Watching the guy as though he were a rattlesnake about to strike Jay stood still not backing away not moving forward. If he backed away it could trigger the guy to lunge at him or insanely insult him if Ithica was an actually good guy. Either way he didn't want to do it.

From the sound of the guy's hesitation when talking about the demon lady that seemed to rub not only him the wrong way. "Bad first impressions my a**. That woman is nuts." He grumbled just moments before his stomach also let out a rather loud grumble right back. It was not happy that he had decided to stop eating the tasty pastry. Glancing down at the treat then back up at the guy he thought to hell with it and took a large bite.

"Legalities? Whatever, all I care about is that you're not going to eat me." His voice was garbled from chewing around the pastry but he didn't care. The guy seemed nice, he gave him food, and he wasn't going to eat him. All of this equaled good in his head. Then Ithica proceeded to tell him about being a half demon and how...like him he sounded. Jay's eye filled with raw emotion his mean exterior dropping in an instant. He bowed his head in complete shame twisting at the pastry in his hand.

"Creature? Yeah...I'm...I'm a dragon. A w-war dragon." His voice was soft as everything he hated just slammed into his face. He'd just judged someone solely on their race. Judged them, feared them, practically attacked them all because of what their parents were. Even worse that Ithica had been so nice to him. "I'm...sorry."

Those two words twisted from his mouth obvious in that he didn't say it very often. He hated having to apologize because nine times out of ten he felt as though he'd done nothing wrong. This time he'd gone against the foundation of so much rage that he held inside. "I should have never judged you because of what you are. You've been nothing but kind to me. I..."

His voice cracked and he turned around staring into the darkness. "I'll understand if you no longer want to help a jackass like m. I'll also understand if you don't want to be near a monster." He bit out that last bowing his head again to stare at the mushed pastry between his fisted hands. I am such an idiot. "And I can't kill you...I'm a worthless excuse for a dragon. The runt of the litter. I was supposed to die when I was born."

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[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica grinned when Jay argued about Aponi. Objectively he could have argued that they shouldn't be talking terribly about someone who wasn't here to defend themselves. If Aponi had been here, she'd probably have beaten him up a long time ago. So subjectively, however noble his objective thoughts were, Ithica was in concurrence that the chick was a seriously crazy demon. It was only natural for her gender.

When Jay twisted the pastry, he cringed. Had he said something to offend him? Ithica seemed to accidentally do that to people. He wished Rosie was here to tell him what to do or say, because the half-demon was hopelessly helpless in situations such as these. The doll wasn't much better than him, mainly because she hated people, but she could have still changed the subject.

"Dragon?" Ithica's mind leapt to the books he had read about the species. All he could remember in his frazzled state was that they were supposed to vicious and that all but one child was supposed to live from a litter. Was that what you called a group of dragon babies? A litter? Maybe they were a pack, a flock, a murder, or a pod. His head tilted slowly as he stared at the dragon kid.

He rubbed his jaw awkwardly, totally unsure what to make of the situation. This boy seemed to have gone from being extremely wary of him to being almost... shameful. And he was apologizing. Ithica always cried when people apologized. He was a sentimental demon that didn't understand why Jay was apologizing for a natural reaction. "It's okay.."

Ithica walked closer and placed a tentative hand on Jay's shoulder. "You're not a monster, and you're not worthless." He had never been much of a counselor of any sort, especially not to dragons with exceptionally low-confidence. At Jay's wordchoice - litter - he felt a momentary light of pride in his face. He had been right! Then, remembering the frustrated and sad dragon in front of him, he shook the pride out of his mind for now. He would celebrate when he got home.

Remembering his examination of only one dragon baby surviving, he made the connection to Jay's brother. After all, he had said that he was weak, and unless his parents had produced other seriously weak babies, he doubted that this little fellow could have murdered his siblings. Or maybe he had. A weak dragon could still kick his ass into next Sunday. "Your brother spared you?" He questioned. Ithica hated feeling like he was prying into somebody's life, but he loved the feeling of knowledge after the person grudgingly told him the answer. He figured that this was okay - just a simple 'yes' or 'no' question.

"I judge things before I know them, too." He let his hand pull back from Jay's shoulder, feeling as awkward as he ever has. "Like spiders. I squeal and I get Rosie to squish them. But they could have like eighty kids and a wife back at home." Although he knew that after the guy impregnated the female spider, their offspring never really saw either one. Poor little orphan spiders.

[ooc: sorry it sucks. :C]

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Nomination for angelhood.

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At the one word question Jay nodded keeping his head bowed. It wasn’t so much that he hated being a dragon, it was just that so much was expected for being a dragon, especially his type. One expected you to be fierce, strong, tall, built like a brick, a real fighting machine, but he wasn’t any of that. If he’d been treated like a normal child his whole life he probably wouldn’t have the self hate issues that he did. Or at least that’s what he told himself, it was easier to blame his family and upbringing than himself.

He glanced up for a second when Ithica said it was alright but instantly dropped his eye again. It wasn’t okay he had acted like a prejudice jerk. When the kind stranger got close Jay tightened his grip on the pastry almost hoping that he’d get hit. He deserved it that was for sure, but instead a gentle hand landed on his should almost making him jump. Still the half demon was being so unnaturally kind to him and in his frazzled tired state Jadyn could barely take it. Shutting hit eyes tight he backed away from Ithica trying to control his emotions and not get overly emotional on the poor guy.

“Thank you for your kindness, but I really don’t deserve it. How…how can you be so kind? You don’t even know me. How do you know I’m not worthless or a monster?” He lifted his bright blue eye up to stare with such pain in his gaze. He hated that he was so weak and that he was radiating self pity so much but it was like he couldn’t stop it. Deep breathing didn’t help, trying to push the emotions away like he usually did just wasn’t happening. He blamed being tired and not probably eating. Better than admitting he was actually that pathetic.

Shocked at the stranger’s next question his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “You know about dragons?” Not many people knew the intimate workings of dragon family relationships, and to meet one randomly on the street in the middle of the night? Course the guy did seem to have a pocket full of random knowledge. Jadyn nodded still in utter shock that the man had hit it right on the head. “Yeah, he spared me. I don’t know why, but he did. He’s…he’s always protected me.”

A dry swallow left his throat hurting as he turned his head to stare into the darkness. He couldn’t keep looking into those kind eyes. People weren’t supposed to be nice to him. If they were mean he could take it all he had to do was get angry, yell, be a smart ass. Kindness was alien to him and he didn’t know how to react. It confused him and twisted him up inside. He hated that feeling. Chuckling a bit to himself he realized that he hated a lot of things. As Ithica spoke of spiders Jay actually started laughing a bit shaking his head in amazement. This guy was the picture of innocence it seemed a perfectly nice guy.

“You are an anomaly of nature aren’t you? I mean where did you come from? People just aren’t this nice. Period.” Face covered in an almost accusing glare he smiled lifting a pastry covered hand to lay the back of his hand across his eyes. It was like he’d found some angel in the streets to guide him to where he needed to be, to give him food, to deliver a kindness he’d never known except from his brother. He didn’t believe in angels, but if they did exist Ithica was a prime candidate to be one.

((ooc. it sooo did not suck))
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