Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-30379057-20171126082628

(If you watched An American Werewolf in London, you'll see the next scene pays homeage to it.)

"I'll... think about it." Darian gets up and walks into the kitchen of the ship. As he made himself some eggs and toast, he considered Aster's offer. But as he turned around, he saw a familiar face he thought he'd never see again. It was Steven, his old friend from the Underground, who was shot down by Shade years ago. The boy did not age a bit, a bleeding bullet hole still on his forehead.

"Can I have a piece of toast?" he asked, gesturing at Darian's plate.

"...Get the hell out of here, Steven." Darian replied in a hushed voice, his eyes wide.

"Thanks a lot." Steven shrugged as Darian backed away.

"No, I can't take this." he said, shaking his head. "Am I asleep now, awake, or what?"

"I realize I don't look so hot, Darian," Steven walked over and took a bit of Darian's meal. "But I thought you'd be glad to see me." He glanced back at Darian, who was staring at him. "Darian! You're hurting my feelings."

"Hurtin' your feelin's?" Darian echoed. "Has it occured to ya that it might be unsettlin' to see ya rise from the grave to see me?"

In the other room...

Amber was listening to Darian talk to himself, or to someone who wasn't there, and she raised an eyebrow in confusion and glanced at Aster.