He's being manly broody, not emo. Honest.

[birthmural]

Due in part to his cooperation, Daimon was released from the brig after several days. The experience had certainly given him further incentive to control his darksoul he hoped.

There were several people he wished to talk to but he was tired in his soul if not his body.

He wandered the city. He wanted to return to the Vatican but he was afraid of what he would see. He was even more afraid of what he might do.

If Leon Kennedy had not stopped him, what would he have done to Sawyer?

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Pixie's life was looking increasingly optimistic. First, she'd found out that there were toilets - actual toilets - on the ship! Not the weird...things...that Stacy wanted her to use. And the toilets could be used in private! And then she'd found Julian Keller, Hellion, and they had one of those odd little moments where two people who are so far removed from home that they have no choice but to get along end up bonding.

The smile on her face was genuine as she flitted around the city, having just relieved herself in one of the nifty toilets.

Yes, she was enjoying it a little bit too much.

She turned a corner and saw a man with a shock of strawberry-blonde hair and a tat - oh no, that wasn't a tattoo. Pixie recognized that birthmark from her magical studies.

"Eeek!"

[birthmural]

That...

was not an altogether uncommon reaction to him, however it was still annoying.

"Please refrain from screaming in the future." He said in a flat voice.

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Pixie hovered a few feet away from Daimon, eyeing him warily. There was a swirl of magic around her right hand - all glitter and smoke and eldritch energy - which indicated that she was ready to call on her souldagger at a moment's notice. "Sorry," she said, "I just wasn't expecting to come across you," she replied. "Kinda took me by surprise there."

[birthmural]

Either she recognized him or news of his attack at the Vatican had spread (or both).

He eyed the magical energy around Pixie. "Are you a witch?"

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Pixie followed Daimon's gaze to her glowing hand. "No, but I know who you are."

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"I am impressed. Unless you heard of me after I was released from captivity," He meant podpopped. "Few outside of the demonology field have heard of me, certainly I have never met one so young who has recognized me." Hm. "Perhaps my joining the Defenders has had more of an impact on the public than I thought."

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Pixie's Google-Fu is strong, Daimon.

Also, Patsy Walker's books are a fun read.

"Yes. Well. I'm an impressive little Pixie," she replied, feigning fearlessness. "And an X-Man. -Girl. -Person. Something."

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Daimon raised an eyebrow. "I am aware the X-men recruit adolescents but I am not familiar with you." He paused. Patsy hadn't recognized him when he first saw her but...

No, this girl couldn't be from his future. He was in a monastery. He retired from his life as a hero- and as an exorcist. He had not informed Patsy the other Defenders but he had all ready made his choice.

"Perhaps we hail from alternate universes, Miss..?"

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"Gwynn," she replied. "My name is Megan Gwynn. My code name is Pixie, though." She was still keeping her distance from the man. Oh yes, Daimon, Pixie's heard of your temporary incarceration. "Alternate universe, future, a hoax, a dream, an imaginary tale. Who knows," she shrugged. "This place is weird like that."

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Roxie has been engaged in an odd hobby: chipping little bits off the edges of assorted brick and stone buildings with a particularly-shiny carpenter's hammer, then shuffling the little fragments away into some of the many pockets of her oversized denim jacket.

To supernatural senses, she rings like a bell, almost literally—and so does a spread of proto-living presences wrapped around her under (or possibly in) the jacket.

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Daimon raised a hand to his forehead.

What was it with young girls and disturbing psychic vibrations today?

"Forgive me for being bold but who are you?"

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"Roxie," the girl says calmly, tapping the head of the hammer against a brick. Tap-tap-tap, trying to figure out a good spot for a full swing of it.

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"Roxie," Daimon repeated. "What are you doing?"

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She steps back, and swings with a fierceness that a girl of her age and size really shouldn't have. The hammer (it's seemingly quite average, except for the lack of brand marks and the particularly silver-gleaming head) smashes the edge off the brick pretty easily, and Roxie nearly spins around from the built-up inertia, catching herself with an outthrust leg.

She bends to pick up the broken-off piece, the momentary intensity that was in her face gone again. "I'm collecting."

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"Collecting what?" There was a slight air of frustration in his voice.

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"Collecting parts of the city," Roxie says, turning back around to check that her work on the wall hasn't damaged the building too visibly. "If I can get enough I might have the parts to work together some sympathetic links later."

[birthmural]

Now that was interesting.

"Sympathetic links?"

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Jono tended to stick around the city if he wasn't in the media library or trying to figure out something useful to do. He didn't exactly have the training for a lot of what they needed, though he helped out with team GTFO. Not having to breathe could be a useful thing when dealing with traps.

He had one of the players from the library in a pocket of his plant suit, earbuds in and not, apparently, paying much attention. Though anybody who had a clue psychically would know better. The young mutant was listening with more than his ears.

He glanced up when Damion crossed into current 'listening' range, sitting up. Yer sure thinkin' 'ard, mate. No way could he miss that.

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How odd to see someone whose plantsuit covered that much of their body. Especially for Daimon who might as well have been wearing a loincloth.

"I often am. You communicate through telepathy?" He was uneasy at the prospect of the man (inadvertently) intruding on his thoughts.

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He nodded, turning the music off and pulled out the earbuds. Yeah, sorry 'bout 'at. Kin'a got hit with the suck stick when it came t' me powers.

Also was not paying attention to the other man's plant suit. The tattoo gets a lifted eyebrow but nothing more. Unlike some, Jono knew very little about these sorts of things.

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With all the looks he was getting, Daimon was beginning to rethink letting the podsuit regrow over him. As disturbing as it was, it might be preferable to the looks he'd been getting. Of course, everyone always stared at the Son of Satan, even when his birthmark was hidden. Daimon had a rather... conspicuous personality.

"It is no one's fault for being born as they are."

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Wasn' born this way, Jono replied, straightening. Mutant abilities. Didn' kick in 'til I was sixteen. He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. Anyway, didn' say it was me fault. Jus' said 'at it sucks.

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"Yet your destiny lay in your genetic code, determined upon conception." Daimon paused. "My own- powers- did not fully develop until I reached adulthood... It does 'suck.'"

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He shrugged again, letting his hands dropped. Aye. 'At we can agree on. He paused, then, You don' gotta worry 'bout me overhearin' yer thoughts. Manage t' shield pretty good here. Only way for him to survive.

[birthmural]

"Good. I appreciate your effort. What is your name?"