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Kristen chuckled, shaking her head. "I am not offended...many have a glamorized view of our organization. I wish to quell those...you may hold onto them afterward, of course, but to believe those truth is detrimental to you." She reached out, taking Honey's hand and closing her eyes.

"Close your eyes...and I shall show you glimpses of their past," she said quietly. "I shall begin with those you know; my brother, his wife, and her cousin."

"That's one way ta keep 'er still," Max muttered to herself, finding the job a little easier as she covered any spots she missed, yellow rubber cleaning gloves stained with pink temporarily.

"Hope ya don't startle when I start on ya, Krissy."

Honey's eyelids would display images. They began with Azana, complete with TaylorTech suit, sneaking, slicing, and sparking her way through various enemies throughout their time knowing one another...even a bit beyond. Next came Sosol, never without sunglasses, using aikido throws and what seemed to be similar to force fields. The two merged together, working like two halves of the same whole against vampires and cultists. Finally came Stella, the witch with stars in her eyes; Honey would witness her enchanting items, conjuring a pillar of flame, and knocking people back with the force of a linebacker without touching them. Stella and Azana came together in a hypnotic dance that mesmerized a whole club, and that shifted into a difficult disenchantment. All in all, they had been through a lot, but Honey now knew. Sol made no tidal waves, Stella did more than whirlwinds, and Azana...well, she got that one right.

"Alrighty...your turn, Krissy!" Max beamed, leaving Honey with a shower cap as she pulled out the orange dye and started on the tips.

Honey watched and only grew more and more excited with each passing image. Once they were over, Honey very slowly opened her eyes and scooted away. She was very careful to not upset what Max was doing, but as soon as she wasn't in danger of upsetting the delicate process she was on her feet. Honey would rub the showecap a bit. Her mind a whirl with what she'd been shown and how she'd percieved things and grinned broadly. "LORD ABO'E tha's e'en mo'e ama'in tha' I though'! Is li'e poe'ry in motion! Ah 'ou mus' feel li'e- it mus' feel- I don' e'en 'ave a comparison," she exclaimed, moonwalking for added effect.

Honey couldn't even fathom it was like having everything you ever liked about everything you loved and it being rolled together into a ball of- AWESOMETASTICIMPOSSIBLEMAIZING. Honey wished she could be so ... so lucky! Oh the things to be done, lives to be saved- even if people didn't know it was... it was still so glamerous. Even if there was a chance of ending up soaked through in grim and gore it wouldn't matter. "I's jus' bloo'y min'blo'in."

"I's a dou'le ed'ed swor', ya? Ca't 'ave 'appy wit'ou' sa'- ca't remem'er wit'ou' forge'ing," she rocked on her toes. Thinking of her mother happy playing the cello and the next curled up in a ball with a bottle. Honey shook her head and beamed, those weren't thoughts for now- she'd have to call her mother soon, "So', Kris'en, ya' like Professa' X or mo'e like Cerebro? Is righ' coo' wha' ya' ca' do."

She danced from foot to foot, grabbing one and bending it behind her, leaning forward, up to her shoulder. She chirped, "I ca't 'elp bu' thin' o ya' in li'e tha' Fan'as'ic Fo'r- Jo'nny Bla'e," she struck a 'superhero' pose, "Fla'e on. S'rry, Lo'e, jus' a cu'e though'."

Honey cheered, her head was on fire and she most certainly ready to wash the dye out. "S'alrigh' I go' a chan'e anyway. I be bac in a jif'." With that Honey would leave the room. Desperate to get SOME of her energy out Honey would run down the hall, down the stairs, back up, back down and up to her room. Then time for a shower! Oh she'd have to do an amazing run tonight if she even hoped to sleep. She'd shower and dress and planned on going back- but it would take a moment or two.

Honey bounded back, peeping through the door cautiously before coming in. She was careful to tiptoe as Kristen was meditating and Max was playing a game online. Redressed in skinny jeans, black tank covered in rainbow fish tank top, a mess of belts, her slytherin scarf and most certainly barefoot she was definitely fresh from the shower. She put on some eyeliner and smudged it up a small amount, nothing crazy. But what was phenomenal was just hot radiantly hot pink her hair was. Honey's feathery hair was plastered to one side of her head while the rest looked like a ruffled up bird. She'd watch Max play and then looked at Kristen. How in the world can anyone sit that still?

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Honey was sitting on the couch in the morning. Her guitar in her lap as she lazily strummed 'Greensleeves'- a small warm up at high speed. Her headphones on she began to play Somewhere Over the Rainbow. As per her usual nature, it was flamboyant and enthusiastic- but Honey didn't drop her letters as usual. She'd switch to Jailhouse Rock and continue with her foot on the table before her.

Kal shut the door to his room and strode down the hall. It should have been long enough that people would assume he'd slept a full night. Besides, his self-winding device was beginning to slow, it was time to have another drink. If the clockwork man was lucky, Celine or Lin would be waiting for him downstairs. He smiled, running his fingers through his hair with his functional hand. He had forgotten to retrieve his top hat from the former. That was not like him.

Strolling down the stairs to the main room, Kal smiled with a nod to any who would look his way. His cane clacked on the floor as he made his way to the bar. If no one was working, he thought he'd retrieve himself some wine today. He could use a break from spirits.

Kal smiled as he saw the new acquaintance, and it was another female. He was surprised that he'd only met two males in this establishment since his arrival.

"Oh, hello there," he said, placing his cane upon the counter, "my name is Kal Vennrich, I arrived the other day. Are you another regular of the inn?"

She was an interesting woman, rather short, and with a peculiar facial marking. He had been unsure, but he thought he'd seen it alter its appearance.