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Jul 25, 2015 04:43PM

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Emerson let out a long breath. "Okay, so I was. But that was the sixties and seventies, and it was only to impress. Fit in, more like." She shrugged, munching on her last piece of chicken and swallowed, taking a drink. "I'm sure you have image issues you would rather forget, too, right? What, long dreads?"

"I'm sure you looked fine," Emerson replied with an eyeroll. "I, for one, am glad I don't have to wear a corset anymore." She leaned back in her seat, sipping her water. "Or a billion petticoats." She cringed at the remembrance of the sweltering summers in tens of pounds of clothing.

"Says you, a male," Emerson retorted, still fixated on the horrible memory of stupid corsets. "All you had to wear was a suit, right?" Before Bones could answer, the waitress came by to check on them, leaving the bent receipt on the table and asking if they wanted or needed anything else.

"Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't pretend to be a man once or twice," Emerson told Crispin, sipping on the last of the water. "And it was extremely more comfortable than ladies' wear, I'll have you know." Ugh. Thinking of that particular time in her life made her slip into a half-Brit accent and she blushed, covering her mouth with her hand. "Whoops."

Emerson sighed at her slip-up. "Well, I would like to think anything, just because I'm supposed to be able to speak any human language, but my issue is that thinking about a timeframe in my life -like you just heard- or being around people with different accents makes me pick them up fairly easily, unfortunately."

"So you've been husky-mysterious you're whole life?" Emerson teased, getting her cup down after she finished the last of her water. She scooped up the receipt and her jacket, remember to ask Bones, "You wanna go?" It was a pay-at-the-counter diner, and the sun was set. Perfect time for a walk.

Emerson did, in fact, begin to protest but before she grabbed Crispin's arm to stop him, she decided to instead loop her arm through his and say -under her breath but loud enough to know he heard her-, "Thank you." She waited until it had been done before grinning up at him and pulling him out of the diner. "Let's go." The temperature had dropped a bit but she didn't bother putting on her jacket. "To the beach?" she asked once in Bones' truck.

"I think it would make more sense to drive there," Emerson suggested, not wanting to replay the 'I'll leave my car at your house' scenario from last weekend again. "You know, just because you wouldn't want your truck hijacked by aliens." She chuckled, pausing while she waited for Bones to unlock the car.

Emerson made the now reasonable decision to buckle up, knowing Bones was a bit of a speedy driver. She leaned back into the seat and glanced at the demon. She kind of wanted to say something about how what they were doing was pretty wrong, but she held back, instead pursing her lips before narrowing her eyes. "Do you get headaches a lot?" It had a deeper reason within it, but she would tell after he answered.

"Hmm..." Emerson murmured, caught in her thoughts for a moment before she answered. "It's just that, in the past... Ten to fifteen years, I was getting a lot of complaints from demons about headaches and migraines. The occasional angel or morph of course, but the demons would come in several times a week over them. But I haven't had a demon come into the shop over them in about... A year or two?" She faced Bones, a crease appearing in between her eyebrows. "When was the last time you had a migraine?"

Emerson sighed, unbuckling her seat belt and playing with the fringe on her jacket's sleeve. "I have absolutely no idea- that's why it bothered me so much. Not the possibility of it being a part of the war, but just that I don't understand." She huffed, looking at Bones. "I hate not knowing." She cleared her throat and popped open the passenger side door. "It doesn't matter."

Emerson took the second before Bones was at her side to slip her flats off and tuck them underneath the truck, wanting to walk with the sand beneath her feet rather than in her shoes. "Right..." She murmured, looking down at their entwined hands with a trace of a smirk. "I just wish I didn't want to know the answer to things like that. To not be bothered with not knowing something." She bit her bottom lip, looking outward to the foamy sea. "I just need a distraction."

Emerson thought it over for a few seconds before she began speaking. "Well, one is that demons just find me irresistible. Two is that my shop was being scoped out. Three and four would be that angels were brainwashing or mind controlling demons, either to scope me out or for some other reason. Five could be that someone... Way, way high up was testing demonic endurance." She bunched her lips to the side thoughtfully. "I don't know."

"Hey, I'm full of myself in a very good way." Emerson smiled and nodded at Crispin's conclusion. "Yeah, but what for? Not the war, of course. Aren't you expected to volunteer for service?" she asked, stepping over a piece of driftwood. She dropped Bones' hand for a second to put her jacket on, not waiting a beat to hold his hand again.

"Ugh. Thanks for planting the idea in my head," Emerson said half-jokingly. "I shouldn't know about something -even a possibility of something- like that without reporting it immediately." She shook her head, gritting her teeth as she paused in walking to roll up her jeans as they were getting closer to the wetter sand. "Let's change subject." She readjusted herself and continued walking with Bones.

"Um... One time I fought off -killed, actually- thirty demons in one of the older wars." Emerson huffed -it wasn't a very good story. "I don't do much. What about you?" She was sure if she thought about it, she would be able to come up with something a bit more interesting, but maybe now wasn't the time.

"Pretty sure you already told me one about a bunyip," Emerson informed him, "but go ahead and tell me all of them anyway." She grinned at Bones, using her free hand to run her hand through her hair as she did so. Bunyips were pretty cool anyway, so she didn't mind.

Bones laughed "Nothing much to tell for the Chimera one" he said, "Me and my friend Rattler, this was another one of his half cracked ideas," he said Emerson with a smirk, "Guess I didn't learn my lesson with the Gribbly Griper" he said. "Anyway in case you don't know a Chimera is stronger than a lion and deadlier than a leopard, but pretty much looks like a really large tabby cat. Like a lion sized tabby cat really, with a goat head coming out of it's side and it has a serpent for a tail." he said with a small smile. "Anyway, my mate Rattler decided that if we stole this Chimera cub from this dealer, that we could sell it ourselves and make a few bucks. Or maybe use it for ourselves since they make wonderful attack animals. Great way to keep enemies from attacking you. Just have to train them properly" he said. "Anyway while Rattler distracted the dealer I snuck into the of the shop, to where he kept his merchandise. He had dozens of animals back there, Griffins, Formorians, even Azhi Dahaka. It took a while but I found the Chimera cub and I carefully took it out of the cage and then hide it in my coat before running out of the shop and down the street." he said with a smile. "The shop owner immediately realized who we were once I ran out of the shop and the bastard put a spell on us, One that lasted for two decades." he said and laughed. "Made use lose our hair. Everywhere" he said saying everywhere pointedly and laughed softly. "Which is dreadful because Rattler looked bloody awful without any hair" he said with a smile."Anyway the Mngwa ended up imprinting on me, so we couldn't sell it. He would only be loyal to me after that" he said. "So I kept him, named his Lucan. I had for several years, he died just last year actually" he said.
Emerson did, in fact, know the information Bones told her about the two beasts, description and knowing the reason for the original cat-like creature on top of the mountain doing what it had done, but she let him tell the stories anyway, not interrupting as they continued down the beach. When he finished the chimera story, she felt a bit sad. "What did Copper do when it died?" she asked after a minute of thinking the stories over. She could only imagine that the Mngwa mourned her friend, but Emerson hadn't ever experience such a thing around a Mngwa, so she wouldn't personally know.

"She seems pretty happy," Emerson told truthfully. "All baby animals are cute, usually. Other than those gross, naked baby birds. Take barn swallows for example." She stuck her tongue out just a bit in blanch. "Their beaks are oversized and they have this weird fuzz that's unattractive."

"Some baby birds are cute, but absolutely not barn swallows." Emerson shook her head quickly. "No, sir. Have you ever seen a baby barn swallow? They're a lot less cute than, say, a chick." She chuckled. "Baby chickens are fluffy and snuggly."

Emerson laughed at his 'hurts my masculinity' comment. "If your masculinity is so fragile that it can't handle thinking of something as cute, then I'm not sure what to tell you to help." She notices his sigh and holds a hand over her mouth to get herself to stop laughing. "Okay, another new subject time."

"Well..." Emerson looked out as well, pulling her hands out of her jacket pockets to take it off. "Why not? I mean, it's freezing. Are you serious?" She asked, pausing mid-move and arching a questioning eyebrow.

Emerson rolled her eyes heavily and pulled her jacket the rest of the way back on, playfully bumping into Bones. "You're a tease. A child, too, considering you're much older than I," she told him, pulling her hair back out from the jacket. "Or maybe you really are an old man."

"Oh, angels just age slowly. Generally the angel body looks to stop aging around the mid twenties though." It wasn't really important, something Bones probably already knew. "Not that you being older is a problem." Babbling again. Emerson sighed and stuffed her hands in her pockets again, suddenly cold. "Wanna get out of here?" she asked suddenly, turning to Bones. Of course she knew they hadn't been out long.

"Anywhere; I don't care," Emerson told him, giving an awkward cough into her sleeve as she said, "Large bodies of water give me... Weird vibes." A joke, but hopefully Bones knew that. She turned back towards the parking lot. Jokingly, again, "It's telling me to bed you, but I think it honestly just likes your hair."