Blood from Stone [AU]

[Smith Family]

"Really? Tell me more," Will says in a deadpan, hiding the amusement the annoyed posture of the guards ordered to escort gives him. "What's he like?"

[Carver Amell]

"He's so cool. He's a druid, did I tell you that?"

Still, Carver was thrilled. His best friend and his second best friend, in the same city, for the first time! He'd gotten so used to Jass as a penpal, he'd almost forgotten his long-ago invitation to him to visit. 

[Smith Family]

"That does sound somewhat familiar," William says in a thoughtful tone, fighting back his smirk. Carver's great but this is just plain hilarious. He's normally so touchy about his, I dunno, dignity and such. It's neat seeing him just... be excited about something. And winding him up is fun as hell. 

[NPCs]

"Love of Junon, yes, he's said all of this again and again!" one of the guards groans back loudly. 

[Carver Amell]

"Oh," says Carver, blushing. "Sorry. I'm just excited. I never thought he'd really come!"

[NPCs]

"Yeah, well, that's great, really, but can we focus on our patrol? You can ramble on about your boyfriend on your own time,"" the guard snaps.

[Carver Amell]

Carver reddens. "It's not like that," he snarls.

[Smith Family]

"Not that it would matter regardless," Will adds cooly.

[NPCs]

The guard rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Just shut up and focus on the job already."

[Carver Amell]

"Asshole," mutters Carver. Maybe I'll get to beat up some criminals today. At least then I'll have license to punch someone in the face.

[Coquette Blacquin]

At that very moment, someone was being punched in the face. A criminal, to boot -- a slaver, even. The guard, alas, was not involved. The puncher was the Ruby Redeemer; the punch-ee, a hired thug working for notorious slaver Jade Rose. Jade's been branching out, it seems; one room over, while Ruby fights, his partner the Silver Scale picks the lock on a cage too small to contain a humanoid. 

"Why a cat?" he wonders aloud as he works. Cats are lovely pets, but hardly illegal.

[Vigile]

"Why a mask for a hero?" the feline asks a touch stiffly. "And I am no cat, thank you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

The Scale tenses, hands stilling. "What are you?"

[Tethras Clan]

"I am Bright's His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous," the feline says in a courteous tone, bowing his head. "As for the answer to your actual, much ruder question you asked, I am a pavirta. An agathion, to be more specific."

[Coquette Blacquin]

A pavitra. "Prove it," he says instantly. "The three tests. You  know them."