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Title: Crossing Paths
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CLAY DAWSON - May 17, 2012 04:42 PM (GMT)
Clay was on his way home again; for some reason, he just couldn't stay away from Virginia. He'd been taking more and more leave from work, using his documented PTSD conditions as an excuse, and who was the military to deny him mental health leave? To be perfectly honest, a lot of his superiors were surprised he even wanted to keep working. He'd been offered an honourable discharge and all that, but he couldn't keep his nose out of the college. He enjoyed training Cadets, he liked teaching, he liked passing on his experience. And most importantly, he liked to stay busy.

A short journey North and he was making his way back down home by bike; he was only about halfway there, and once again his stomach was the cause of a pull-over at what looked like a decent roadside pub. The Harley rumbled to a stop and he patted the polished black body fondly with a gloved hand, tucking his helmet under his arm as he stripped off the gloves and made his way inside. He had a craving for something spicy and full of meat. Hopefully this place offered up a good size plate of chicken wings and served a nice dark beer.

He pushed the door open with the tink of a bell; it was pretty quiet, but it was the middle of the afternoon. He smiled and shared a nod with the bartender, and then made his way down the row to find an empty seat.

MATTEUS CARRINGTON - May 17, 2012 08:38 PM (GMT)
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OR A MAN WHO MAKES POTIONS IN A TRAVELLING SHOW

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Once again the supernatural was taking control of Matteus' life, he'd been on his way towards Connecticut when he'd been spammed on his forums with a bunch of messages from people who needed his help. It was the oddest thing, he'd only posted that he'd helped Nora and Danica a while back, and now apparently word spreads around he helped out with unusual problems. The closest one was Virginia, it had taken him a while to get there and he was glad he'd decided to go to begin with. A young man and his family were being tormented by some type of impish creature that kept destroying the inside of their house and attacking them while they slept. It was easy to figure out it was a sub section of fairies that were easily taken care of. Though the family had lived in terror for month he knew it would be a while before things went back to normal for them if ever. The only thing he could do for them was to tell them to keep lots of salt and sugar around, and iron so that they could actually hurt them if they ever chose to return. Thankfully Matty had a new book on fairies that included some rituals that would protect a home from them all. The only bad thing about the entire hunt was that he'd had to take a major detour, and now he was having to drive back up towards Main which had been the entire destination of his trip. Now he was back in Virginia, where he'd met Angel, and where he had met Ben the dog-wolfe at that crazy hotel in the middle of nowhere. Now he was on his way back north hoping that he could find some place to eat soon because he was starving.<br>
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Normally the roads through Virginia were packed, not only with the locals but with tourists and such going to and from on family vacations and random get a ways and the likes. Apparently this had been everyone's weekend to stay in because there was almost no one on the road, it would have been scary if he hadn't seen the few cars that he had. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and as soon as he had left Virginia behind he was looking for the nearest place to eat at. The first few signs had fast food restaurants that made his chest tighten and his gut roil in pain, he really couldn't stomach any of that right now. It didn't seem he'd find anything until he literally passed a small roadside diner slash pub looking place. He'd had to back up and park because he'd almost missed it, which he could have stabbed himself for as hungry as he was. Eagerly grabbing a new book from the stack in his back seat he quickly made his way out of the car shutting and locking it behind him. He hated locking his car, it was bad for speedy get a ways that would involve sliding over the hood of his car. Entering the place had immediately reminded him of some sort of ma and pa place that he missed back in Georgia. As he walked in a bell chimed and all the cooks and waitresses smiled up at him hollering a greeting and telling to pick a place to sit down and that they'd be with him right quick. Hearing the familiar twang in their voices made him extremely glad that he hadn't missed this place like he almost had.<br>
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He decided to take a seat at a booth in the corner that would give him the advantage of seeing the entire place. Since deciding to hunt on his own he'd found that he liked being able to watch an entire place and not just part of it. It wasn't long before a waitress with a up hair do was walking over to him asking what he'd like to order. It hadn't taken him long to scan the menu and picked out this place most likely served all his favorites, "I'd like a double BLT with cheese and fries? With a sweet tea to drink please." The waitress was all too happy to take down his order and then called out a long lost of things that was certainly his order but now how it had been said, he felt like a kid again hearing diner lingo being yelled across the room. Gazing around he decided the best thing he could do besides sitting there fidgeting with himself and his napkin and his table he could read the new book he'd brought in with him. Picking it up out of the seat beside him he stared at the cover, a dark back ground with a fading whispery white shape lingered in the back ground as stark silver letters stood in the foreground, "Returning to where they came, a guide to everything paranormal." It was an extremely thick book, and it would take Matty a few days to finish it, opening to the first page he lost himself in it quickly in the information it shared and didn't notice the sound of the bell or the chorus' of hello or the sounds of footsteps drawing closer to him.<br>
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CLAY DAWSON - May 18, 2012 02:11 PM (GMT)
Clay wasn't generally in the habit of bothering strangers. Well, when he did, it was usually a stranger who was being an ass, whether by disrespecting the people around him or his girlfriend or whatever the unique situation was; and then the kind of bothering Clay presented in such cases was of the more aggressive kind. Or, at the very least, the aggression-provoking kind, since despite his love for a good brawl, he almost never threw the first punch. He was just very good at goading out the kind of response he was looking for from the kind of people he could get it from.

But this wasn't one of those cases; he was in a nice, respectable, friendly establishment in his home state, and felt quite comfortable as he browsed for a seat. Seemed like the usual smattering of assorted guests, albeit not as busy as it might have been on a Saturday rather than the middle of the week; a few tired travelers, some fresher than others, all of them hungry or at least in need of a good dose of caffeine. All ages, though a lack of families with small children that often peppered a place like this. That was fine, though.

Normally, he didn't bother strangers. But something caught his eye as he passed a table; a shimmer of a silver title emblazoned across the dark cover of a book. He paused for just a second as the words grabbed his attention. Paranormal...? He thought immediately of his recent search for answers; for years he'd been content to stay off the radar, live in his flesh and feathers and try to forget about what had happened back in Vietnam. But when he'd come back to the world, and found it was shaking apart, he'd started to look for explanations, a way to fight, maybe a way to help. Maybe a way to stop whatever had happened back then from happening again. To anyone else, or worryingly, to himself.

"Afternoon," he greeted, curiosity getting the better of him as he stopped fully at the young man's table, helmet under his arm; he was casual and comfortable in his jacket and jeans, putting one hand on the edge of the table, idly. "Sorry if I'm intruding, but I couldn't help but notice what you're reading," he explained, allowing his curiosity to cross his face. "Do you know a lot about the paranormal? I've been curious, recently. Looking for resources."

MATTEUS CARRINGTON - May 18, 2012 04:24 PM (GMT)
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if i was a sculptor

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OR A MAN WHO MAKES POTIONS IN A TRAVELLING SHOW

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It wasn't hard to see why Matteus was already so lost in the book he was reading, it had only been released for a few weeks and he'd stopped to buy himself copy of it while he'd been in Virginia. The book was broken into over one hundred chapters, each concerning a different type of paranormal event and how one might make it go away or might make it better. There were numbers and email's provided if a reader was being haunted by a poltergeist or a ghost that wasn't friendly and they couldn't deal with it on their own. By the sheer amount of information that Matty was reading here he wouldn't be surprised if the writer of the book was a retired hunter or one still in action. The information was far too good and reliable to not have come from a hunter or from someone who was part of the supernatural world, hopefully there wasn't a rule or anything about hunters sharing this kind of knowledge with the general public. Either way this book was going to bring a lot of help to people who didn't know how to deal with paranormal and supernatural events. At least it just covered the paranormal, ghosts and spirits that could easily be banished or put to rest. The book even gave a few minor rituals that would help with weak spirits, of course Matteus knew the stronger ones including burning the bones of the spirit would send it packing it's bags back to heaven or hell.<br>
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The chapter he was reading was about the benign spirits that just wandered around, like ghostly hitch hikers that just vanished after a while of being in a car. Or those random ghosts that you see and hear but they don't scare people. These types of spirits could be helpful at times the book explained and told ways of being kind to them and thanking them for help if it's ever given. All the information so far was amazingly good, he couldn't really get that thought out of his head, because someone had to be braking a rule somewhere if they were sharing this kind of information. He was so wrapped up he almost didn't hear the voice speaking to him and actually had to tear his eyes away from the words of his book before looking up at a complete stranger. He was greeting before the man rested a hand on his table and said he couldn't help but notice the book he'd been reading. The curiosity was evident on his face as he asked Matteus if he knew a lot about the paranormal? He said that he'd been curious recently, and had been looking for resources. Grinning brightly Matty nodded and closed his book mentally taking count of what page he was on. "I do actually, oddly enough if you looking for resources you may have just struck gold." Before he could say anything else the waitress who had taken his order made her way over and set down his plate which had his double BLT on it and a glass of sweet tea.<br>
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Looking up at the stranger Matty motioned for him to sit down, Would you like to join me? I'm actually starving, I've been driving all day and this is about the only thing I've eaten today." He managed a blush as the waitress started telling him that was clearly unhealthy before she turned and fixed her gaze on the man standing beside his table and asked if he wanted to order anything? Before he could answer Matty decided to take the initiative. "What ever he does order can you put it on my tab? I'll be right back though I'm not skipping out I'm just getting something out of my car." Sliding out of his booth he made his way out of the diner and to his car and unlocked it before opening his door and reaching inside, he'd bought another copy of the book in case he'd manage to lose the one he was currently reading, and he also grabbed two spare books on the paranormal from the backseat. He had copies of them sitting in boxes in his bedroom at home so he didn't need these and wouldn't mind sharing them with someone as long as they got put to use instead of just sitting around collecting dust. Sliding out of his car he shut the door before locking it and heading back towards the diner's entrance. Hopefully he hadn't seemed to eager to share what he knew about the paranormal. Not to many people ever seemed interested enough to ask him when he was reading a book about it, maybe this guy was just curious or actually wanted to learn something. Pushing the door open he turned towards his booth hoping that the man would be joining him, it'd been a while since he got to have an actual conversation with a person.<br>
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CLAY DAWSON - May 18, 2012 07:54 PM (GMT)
Well, that was certaintly a positive response. Clay had half-expected to be told to shuffle on his way--he definitely wasn't expecting an enthusiastic invitation to join the young man at his table, and most of all, he wasn't expecting the guy to pay his tab! Clay found himself briefly at a loss for words, giving the waitress a surprised look, then a laugh, shaking his head. "You wouldn't think I'd just met the guy," he started, dropping into a seat despite himself and putting his helmet on the table against the wall. "I'll take the biggest plate of chicken wings you have, in the hottest sauce you have, if you don't mind. And a Guiness."

He grinned a bit as he listened to the waitress fire off something that sounded like he was actually ordering an extra large plate of fire with some flappers on the side; it had been a while since he'd smiled this much in a public venue. This place was kind of a little gem, he thought, all the way out here, but he was sure they were locally known. Waitress was cute, too, he noted, as he watched the back of her legs disappear around the corner with an appraising and appreciative eyebrow raise. What? He was a red-blooded man, he knew what he liked.

He looked up when his new friend came back inside, and shot him a bit of a grin as he returned. "You're pretty friendly," he commented first, more amused than anything. "You fit right in here, I guess. What's your name, what are you on the road for, anyway?" Clay was always more inclined to get others talking about themselves, rather than talking about his own life; it just got complicated, and he liked listening to what other people were up to.

He was a little worried about this one, though. He hoped he wasn't so readily trusting with just anyone; these days it was a good way to get burned.

MATTEUS CARRINGTON - May 19, 2012 02:14 PM (GMT)
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if i was a sculptor

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but then again, no

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OR A MAN WHO MAKES POTIONS IN A TRAVELLING SHOW

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Matteus might have been a little over excited to finally share some of his knowledge with a complete stranger. Of course this stranger could be anyone, or anything just wearing the guise of a human form, not that he hadn't counted on that. When he'd sat down he'd sprinkled a small bit of salt all over his table so that he'd be able to protect himself if he needed to. Not to mention the fact his laptop bag had the usually amounts of holy water and rock salt, and iron in case he ran anything nasty when he didn't have access to his bow which was in the back of his car along with a quiver full of iron tipped arrows. Getting back inside to the diner was enough to make him realize maybe he did need to tone it down just a little bit with the being over friendly and being so open. But then again if he did then he wouldn't really be himself he'd be someone else entirely because he likes to be open. It was something he enjoyed because he couldn't do that when he was at home, at home he had to be pushed together, secretive, he had to lie to himself and everyone around just so he could fit in and be normal. Being out and in the world was almost absolute freedom for him, he didn't have to hide unless he wanted to, he didn't have to be nice unless he wanted to, he really didn't have to do anything unless he wanted to. It were these revelations that him disregarding his earlier thoughts at toning it down a bit, he never got to actually talk about what he studied. He just told me what they wanted to know, they didn't want to learn for themselves they just wanted an answer and a way to solve a problem.<br>
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As he focused back on his booth he was glad to see that his new acquaintance had decided to join him and hadn't been turned off by his over friendly nature. He did manage to catch the man's gaze as he watched the waitress walk off yelling out his order that vaguely resembled something akin to a plate of lava or something else of that nature. Chuckling to himself he made his way back over to his booth and slid the books onto the surface in a neat stack while he listened to the man say that he was pretty friendly, and that Matty pretty much fit in around the area. Smiling Matty slid into his seat and took a quick sip of his sweet tea sighing happily at the familiar taste that only could be found in the south. "I try to be, there isn't really any use for me to be one of those mean and snarky people who never wants any contact with other people right?" Grinning despite himself he snagged a French fry off his plate and ate it before pushing his plate off to the side and sliding his stack of books over that he'd brought back with him from his car. Before he could talk about them though the man was asking him what his name was and what he was out on the road for any ways? Sliding his books out of the way so he wouldn't be distracted into talking about them Matty grinned sheepishly again, "Oh names would be good to learn wouldn't they? I'm Matteus Carrington, but all the people I know call me Matty, you can call me either if you'd like since we just met and everything?"<br>
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Stretching his arms above him he took a moment to get a kink out of his back that had formed while he had been driving all day, he wasn't use to sitting all the time and it was starting to wear on him. Though he was starting to like the fact that he was having to be so alert all the time in case a driver decided to go crazy or someone tried to cut him off or God forbid there was an accident or something in front of him. Turning his bright blue eyes back on the stranger across from him Matty gave him a weak smile before offering an explanation, "I've sort of been cramped all day in my car, nasty kink back there is hard to get out. But as for me being on the road, I'm on my way from Georgia to Maine to visit my only relative in existence. My Aunt owns a farm in a place called Caribou, and I'm going to spend some time with her before my dad makes me choose a college to attend. I was farther north but I had to come back down to Virginia to help a friend with something..and here I am on my way back up." He had to catch himself from offering up too much information about what his 'friend' needed help with. If the fact he was reading a book on the paranormal, or brought in three paranormal books didn't shine light on the fact of what he was doing, well, lets just say some people aren't observant and some people are. Speaking of being observant, Matteus finally took a moment to observe the man whom he was buying a meal for, since he hadn't gotten the best look at him last time. He had tanned skin and a look of ruggedness about him that made Matty's hear pick up a pace before he turned his gaze to his face taking in his features and his dark hair. He was extremely attractive in ever sense of the word, and screamed bad boy with his biker helmet and dark eyes. Matty wasn't sure if he had hit the jackpot either of if he might be in over his head.<br>
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CLAY DAWSON - May 22, 2012 02:03 PM (GMT)
Clay was far from turned off by the personable behaviour; it was actually a nice change of pace from the recent chain of run-ins he'd had with the unfriendly, untrusting sort. Not that any of them didn't have their reasons, their motivations, and all of them completely legitimate. It was a rough world right now and sometimes withholding your name could serve you quite well... demons and tricky spirits being nearly everywhere. It was damn hard to trust anyone. But Matteus didn't give him that creepy feeling on the back of his neck that he got when he was around something ill-willed, so he wasn't particularly fussed about anything right now. What would bring a nasty creature like that out here to the middle of nowhere, anyway?

"Fair enough." Clay smiled a bit at that, relaxing back in his seat, crossing his ankles as he waited for his food; his monster appetite was flaring up again, and he knew he was probably going to be licking that plate clean. If there was one thing he loved about the human form, it was the way it expanded his diet—he wondered honestly how he'd ever get by without being able to enjoy a cold beer once in a while, or fresh fruit... cheeseburgers, bacon and eggs. In his true form he could only comfortably digest raw meat, or nearly raw meat. Not that he didn't love sinking his beak into a fresh kill, but... nice change of pace.... Even though the thought of hot blood on his tongue stirred his appetite again, and he was surprised he didn't audibly hear his stomach complain.

Matteus. That was a good name; very classical, he thought, reminiscent of old-world. He wasn't really the type to use nicknames, so he'd probably stick to that. He listened fully to the young man's reasons for being out on the road, his arm draped over the back of his booth seat, head tipped slightly to the side; he found himself smiling. It was nice to hear someone talking about those simple life things, nice to see someone who was still thinking about normal futures even in a time where it seemed the world was being shaken by its foundations. "Nice to visit family," he commented, thinking fondly a moment of his grandfather and his sister back in Richmond. He saw them often enough, but it was always a comfort when he did. They were two of the people in his life with whom he didn't have to hide anything.

"So what do you know about this stuff?" he asked, flicking his head toward the stack of books. "Do you look for it or just study it? I've been curious, lately, about spirits... Good, bad and otherwise."

MATTEUS CARRINGTON - May 22, 2012 04:15 PM (GMT)
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if i was a sculptor

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but then again, no

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Looking over at his companion for lunch Matteus couldn't help but feel that he was a good person, of a good sort at least. He was polite, and didn't seem weirded out yet by anything that Matteus was doing which in and of itself was an amazing thing. By now he was used to people giving him the evil eye or scooting away from him and asking for their check, which sadly all sounded like date references. Which they hadn't been, dating was something Matteus never wanted to go through, it was an experience he could live without. He didn't have to have a boyfriend, he could be stag and be fine, though every time his bright blue eyes met those of a cute male stranger he found himself wishing he wasn't single and that only led to thinking about doing things that he had no idea how to do to begin with. Almost immediately his face turned a soft shade of red as he looked at Clay opposite of him, he really needed to get a handle on himself so that he didn't keep making a fool out himself. Normally he didn't have that problem, he was far more than able to control himself and not blush in front of random strangers. Not that Clay was a random stranger anymore, he was an extremely cute guy asking him about the paranormal, which instantly put him in a soft spot in Matteus' heart, because not many people were even interesting in the paranormal anymore, it was all the supernatural. Though he had a feeling even if Clay knew about both being real, he'd still ask one question at a time, wanting it all there. Taking a healthy swallow of his tea he decided he had to stop watching people in the creepy way he did where he noticed more than he should.<br>
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As he took a bite out of his BLT he looks up and noticed that Clay was smiling at him, and it seemed to catch him off guard making him blush and duck back down to look at his food. It wasn't normal for him to do that, to react like that, which meant he thought Clay was attractive, which he was! He just had to be sensible and not drool over him in the corner like a cat over a plump mouse. Hearing him say visiting family was good made Matteus smile and nod in agreement, "It is, I've missed her a lot these last two years, her farm is a really nice place to just exist and unwind. It's on a huge amount of land, and she grows produce and sells it all over the North East and even to some of the big grocery chains that are spread across the States. I've been working on her farm on and off since I was a little kind and I was old enough to help her pick lettuce or the tomatoes. My favorite are the cucumbers, I'll let you figure out why." He hadn't even realized how it sounded, or maybe he did and was just being a little flirty, either way he'd lowered his voice and whispered chuckling as he did so. Leaning back in his seat he picked up his BLT taking another healthy bite relishing the taste. His mood had improved gradually since he'd gotten back into the diner, more so now that he had someone to talk to that wasn't going to treat him like a weirdo for carrying around old books and looking like he does but acting like he did.<br>
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HIs eyes widened a bit as Clay asked him what he actually knew about the paranormal, his head motioning towards the stack of books he'd brought in. He went on asking if Matteus just studied it or went looking for it? He'd been curious, lately, about spirits, good, bad, and otherwise. Setting his BLT down Matty studied Clay again very carefully this time, taking him in entirely this time allowing himself the time he was wiping his face off with a napkin to get more of a feel for the older guy. Setting the napkin down he gave him a small smile before deciding to just be honest with him, or well as honest as he could without actually giving too much away. "I study it, and I look for it, whenever I can. I was actually down here in Virginia helping a friend out with a ghost problem, she wasn't exactly sure how to make a ghost leave her house. Ghosts, haunts, spooks, ghouls, wraiths, and specter are all considered paranormal events that I have been studying since I was about, ten. My book collection is huge, I've been collecting since I was ten as well, I had to leave a few boxes at home. But I kept the books my dad would freak about if he saw them, he's sort of extremely Southern Baptist and doesn't know I study all this stuff." He motioned to the stack of books as an example of what his dad didn't know he did. But, unnoticed by him, one of his paranormal books was actually a demonology book, and said so on the spine not that Matteus had noticed yet.<br>
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CLAY DAWSON - May 23, 2012 02:33 PM (GMT)
Clay was again struck by the pleasant thoughts of how nice it was to just listen to someone talk about a normal life. A home-grown American boy, farmland, simple things like produce and business... He was personally a creature of adventure and conflict, thriving in the thick of combat and breathing the currents of electricity in energized air, but he knew one thing for sure. Without peace—without the the quiet, the calm, what good was the storm? There would be no contrast, and the relevance of action would become obsolete. Though he was drawn to the fight like a moth to flame, he understood the value of the times in between, and was completely capable of enjoying them when he had opportunity.

The cucumber comment caught him off-guard and he snorted a bit in a short laugh, raising both eyebrows; well, there weren't much clearer ways to come out to a stranger. At least, Clay was fairly certain his affection for cucumbers didn't have as much to do with their compatibility with salt and malt vinegar as a more innocent mind might have considered. Despite himself, he briefly considered asking how old the young man was; he really had to learn to keep his mind out of the gutter, but sometimes it was just too easy to slip down into it. Sometimes he felt as if those kinds of thoughts were outright provoked out of him. Despite his hesitation, he let it slide... for now. He wasn't going to actually complain about a little harmless flirting.

Even if the poor sweetheart didn't know Clay was a bit over twice the age he looked.

He tipped his head curiously as Matteus explained his true reasons for coming back down south; he wasn't entirely surprised, not with the young man's selection in literature, but it was still a spike more interesting than his previous reasoning. Clay knew for a fact that there were spirits, and a great many variety of them; some of them he spoke to in dreams, others he revered as ancestral gods, or the souls of nature. He was attuned to it; it came from being practically part spirit himself. What he didn't know was how to deal with the bad ones... and the bigger ones. The ones who were more interested in flesh-tearing than talking. He fiddled with his hair with one hand as he listened, then took a breath, pausing in thought before actually speaking.

"Yeah, I've had some experience with people like that," he commented, briefly recalling an argument that had escalated to a fistfight and some racist insults. Lovely people, deep southerners. "I think I've run into a few," he said thoughtfully, sitting back comfortably in his seat as he glanced out the window; his leg was bouncing a bit, tapping his heel on the floor. "Spoken with a few. Mostly in dreams... What about bigger things? Do you know anything about demons?" His dark eyes flickered back to Matteus's face, curiosity written all over his face.

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Matteus was sure that his talking actually doing more good than the harm it usually did when first meeting people. Normally someone he just met didn't want to know about the farm his Aunt had in Maine with her husband, or the fact she shipped produce all over the North East or even the country. Matty knew it most likely seemed he was just a farm boy or something, most people he'd met easily slipped into that mindset once he talked about the farm. But that was just during his summers, he failed to mention often that he was the captain of his Varsity Football team, and had taken them all the way to state. Then again he often didn't even speak about being home in Georgia because his father was there. The man he wanted nothing to do with, and yet still some how managed to control his life even when he wasn't a part of it. That was a life, and a place he was all too happy to be away from, even if he eventually had to go back there for one reason or another. Sadly he didn't ever want to go back, he wanted to keep away from Georgia even though it was his home, he just wanted to keep moving and living where ever he wanted to after college. It was his dream to never ever have to go back home again, to never see the house where he lived for his entire life, or the people of his home town. None of them even knew who he really was, they just knew the fact he had to put out there for the entire world to see so he wouldn't be murdered in his sleep or sent off to be Cured for a disease that wasn't a disease. There was always the option of his town stoning him to death or an angry mob trying to beat the devil out of him, he'd seen it happen before and didn't want it to happen to him. Which was why it was always easier for him to lie and hide himself in plain sight with a mask and costume.<br>
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The snorted laughter had him looking up from his BLT with a bit of a grin on his face, the look on the other man's face was deeply amusing to him. The raised eyebrows was all he needed to know that the message had been passed a long, not that he'd done something like that before. Meeting a complete stranger like this was giving him an odd courage that he hadn't thought he'd ever have. But the way that he was being watched made his grin turn into a small smile as he studied the man. There was an almost appraising look in his eyes that Matteus didn't miss, nor did he entirely mind it. It actually sent a thrill through him, and made his heart beat a little faster in his chest, and the barest hint of blood to rise to his cheeks. Sure the other male looked a bit older than him, and he didn't usually flirt with older men, but why not live a little? He wasn't at home anymore, he didn't have to worry about hiding, so it was alright to flirt with guys that were older than him. Plus, no harm ever came from a bit of flirting, unless the guy was a psycho killer, which as Matty looked him over again he decided that he couldn't be. His eyes didn't match the eyes he'd seen with all evil ones he'd managed to see over the last few weeks. They weren't evil at all, they may have been deep, and dark, but there wasn't evil in them, and Matty was starting to be a pretty good judge of evil now a days. He was starting to be able to recognize it when no one else around him was able to, it was more of his hunting training coming a long. Not that he was ever actually going to be a hunter, he didn't think he could, besides he was far to nice to be a hunter like the ones he knew or had met. It was most likely he wouldn't be accepted into their ranks because of his odd views on things like being evil and whatnot.<br>
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Hearing Clay speak about meeting a few people that were like that, making Matteus feeling slightly curious about what he'd been through. Southern people, especially ones from Georgia and especially the one from his home town were almost terrible people to deal with. "Then I have to say I feel for you because I grew up around those people, and they are not the nicest people. I hated my home town, and am extremely glad I am no longer there and I don't ever want to go back." He realized he might have said too much and blushed as he went back down taking healthy bites out of his BLT. Normally he didn't speak about his hometown to people he'd just met, he didn't talk about it all to anyone at all. The conversation took an interesting turn and Clay told him he'd met a few spirits, which had Matteus raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He went on saying he'd spoken to a few of spirits as well, though most had been in dreams which was extremely interesting to Matty. Clay was staring out the window as he talked and Matty's blue eyes watched him carefully as he asked if he knew about bigger things, specifically demons and his dark eyes connected straight with Matty's blue ones as he did. Blinking slowly Matteus sat his BLT down slowly and swallowed his mouthful, his napkin was already in his hand and he wiped off his mouth as he tried to think of how much he could and how much he should share with Clay. He obviously already knew about the Paranormal, demons were linking into the Supernatural which was a completely different story than the paranormal. He rested his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together as he stared at clay in contemplation.<br>
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Deciding it was best to just be careful with what he shared he picked his words very carefully as he continued watching Clay with his blue eyes. "Demons? I know quite a bit actually, it's one of the things I have to learn about when dealing with what I deal with when I'm not being an almost adult. I've been studying all of this, first small time paranormal stuff since I was ten and then getting a little older I'd say about fifteen? I started moving onto the more dangerous stuff like demons and Satan, the likes of things that go bump in the night. I actually run a forum on the internet dedicated to the study of Lore spanning across the world. You'd be surprised how much Lore I've found from other countries posted on the board, I've had stories and information I've never even heard of or thought I'd hear. The best part of it all is finding out whether it's based in fact, or if it's just a story that someone is making up. Which is another thing I enjoy about Lore study, you don't know what is real, or what is fake, until you see for yourself. Speaking of what is real, and what isn't real Clay? What do you think is real and what do you think is fake in this vast and unusual world? Demons for example, do you think they are real? Or do you think that they are just the over exuberant dreams of the religions across the world?" It was an interesting conversation and he was enjoying himself completely, though at the moment he was trying to gauge what the man knew and what he didn't know. Testing him to see if he knew Demons were in fact real, or that angels were real, or that almost everything that went bump in the night was real. Except Unicorns, unicorns were a thing he had found only to be shrouded in lore and uncertainty, much to his dismay.<br>
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CLAY DAWSON - May 30, 2012 03:17 PM (GMT)
Clay was concerned, at first, that he had transitioned too quickly from the paranormal to what might be considered a little more supernatural; it was his true interest, in actuality. He knew how to deal with most spirits; it came with the package of being what he was, and even with the history of his people, who had always been far more in touch with spirits than all the European settlers and their Abrahamic religions. He had very little concern for his ability to communicate and reason with his ancestors. What he really needed to know was how to deal with these... darker... energies, he'd encountered... It had been some time, but the memories were still sharp. Still fresh, and still painful.

Darker thoughts seemed to pair up with that, though; Clay wondered just how bad it had been to drive Matteus to such extents, to not want to go home at all. Clay was personally very close to his family—especially his sister and his grandfather—and his trips home were frequent, despite the occasional risks. It was a little tricky being a very long-lived species in a world where nearly everyone around you only lived about 80 years. Hell, he was almost 80 himself; but he was barely an adult by the standards of his kind. Aging was a strange and interesting thing for them

His attention was drawn back to the room as the waitress put down a big plate in front of him, covered in red-hot sticky wings and a side serving of sour cream; he thanked her with a nod and a little smirk, taking a sip of the dark beer first before tucking into his meal with both hands as he listened to Matteus talk. He definitely had some experience in the field of study, taking to forums for external opinions and discussion... Clay wasn't much good with the internet, but he understood the value of such a resource. He licked sauce from his lips as he thought about the question, wanting to make sure he chose his answer carefully. These were touchy subjects...

"I think, if Demons are real, it's because of humanity playing into Christianity and accepting it," He said, tipping his head a bit, enjoying the tingle of hot sauce against his palette—not something he could enjoy with his other mouth. "I'm not Christian but I'm a spiritual man, Matteus... It wouldn't make sense for me to deny that demons are as real as the spirits of animals that guide our dreams, or the life of the land or the Great Spirit, Mother Nature... Angels too, if you want to bring it back to the Abrahamic side. What I think I'm saying is, it makes sense for them to be real."

There was a bit of a pause, and Clay looked out the window again, speaking quietly. "And I think I've seen one."

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It had to be a little weird for a complete stranger to hear someone as young as Matteus say they hated their home town and never wanted to go back to it. Most teenagers Matty's age either seriously loved their home town or did everything in their power to get away from them and never go back. He was only in the latter class because of how oppressing his home was, how he had no good memories there other than archery and football, even then they weren't the best. The only truly good memories he had were of his times at his Aunt's farm, before his dad stopped letting him go there. It had sucked, not being able to go to his Aunt's anymore over the summers, and too late his dad realized that meant he'd be home during the summer with nothing to do. Which led to impromptu trips to Rome, and Tuscany, England, and other places that Matty had ever expressed wanting to visit, but had his dreams twisted into church functions run by his father at the last second. So while he had gotten to see the places of his dreams, they were marred by church history and going to see churches older than some of the books he owned. It had been an infuriating point for Matteus, and also a point that he realized his father wasn't exactly a dad anymore, he was more like a warden or a boss. He had to do everything he was told otherwise he'd be fired, and Matteus would rather not learn what fired meant in a situation like his. It was enough all put together that he never wanted to have to deal with his father or the brainwashed people of his home town ever again even if it mean avoiding the place like it was the plague. Worse than that it meant cutting ties with everyone there, including his teachers for whom he had much respect for, especially his archery teacher. She had been an incredibly strong woman, who although was Christian she didn't let it run her life, he'd greatly respected her.<br>
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There chatting was only broken by the waitress bringing by Clay's food for him, which Matty found an interesting choice of despite the other food the Diner offered. Eyeing the large stack of hot wings Matteus couldn't help but smile a little and chuckle, it had been a long while since he'd seen anyone eat those. The last time he'd been at a party just before leaving home to head up north, one of the defenders for his football team had been extremely drunk and had decided to eat an entire bowl of them. That had ended in the guy being taken to the emergency room to have his stomach pumped clean. For now, he was pretty sure a man of Clay's stature could handle the food, and the beer, after all this wasn't a high school binge party. Even then Matty wouldn't ever attend, well he did but everyone lied for him and always said he was never there. It helped to keep him and his dad happy even if it meant lying to parents. It was one of the only times that he felt like he had any friends that were actual friends and not just lackeys that his dad wanted him to have. It was like they all didn't want him to get in trouble and they would all lie for him, even if he had been there, it was an awesome few times that it happened. Then his dad eventually stopped asking, and it just became another thing, and it lost the edge for Matty and for his dad. He realized he could do anything and his dad wouldn't care unless it affected the standings with the church. It became sort of a game that Matty just got tired of playing eventually, it wasn't even fun anymore, nothing was, all because of his father and his games, and his want of controlling Matty's life. It just didn't even matter anymore, after a while it just became a routine that he didn't want to do anymore. So he left.<br>
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Matteus came out of his little world as Clay started speaking again, he told Matty that if demons were real it was because of humanity playing into Christianity and accepting that they were real. A small smile formed on Matty's lips as he listened to him speak, the wording was a little interesting but that wasn't important right now, what was important was that Clay had picked up on something important that Matty had always found interesting. To believe in something gave it power and presence, that could be said of anything in the world, including demons and angels. He went on saying that he wasn't Christian, and called Matty by his full length first name which was surprising, but he went on saying that he was a spiritual man. It wouldn't make sense for him to deny that demons are as real as the spirits of animals that guide peoples dreams, or the life of the land or the Great Spirit, Mother Nature. Angels too, if he wanted to bring it back to the Abrahamic side. What he was trying to say was that it just made sense for them to be real, which was one of the most honest and interesting answers that he'd ever been given. Clay, was an extremely interesting person, but more than that as Matty looked back at him as he spoke again, saying that he thought he'd seen one made his eyebrows rise a little as he studied the man with an even more interesting look. If the man had seen a real demon, then that would of course give credence to his curiosity about them, and Matty would be more than willing to share information with him if he needed it. But if the man actually wanted to go looking for Demons Matteus would have to convince the man that what he'd seen was nothing more than a mirage, or a trick, because more than anything he'd get himself killed.<br>
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Raising his glass to his lips Matteus took a moment to just think, slowly, and careful about what he was about to do. There was always the chance that Clay was someone just fishing for information, or he could just be a random person that was looking for help with something he wasn't sure how to understand. Letting the cold and sweet liquid roll down his throat he sighed before setting the glass down and focusing back on Clay. His blue eyes watching him quizzically before he started speaking, "That is one of the most honest answers I've ever gotten, most people just wave it off or don't even answer me. Most people don't want to believe in the supernatural, they want to live in this bubble where everything can be explained and it all makes sense. I'd rather live in a world where if I don't understand something I can read or learn about it until I do. It's why the Paranormal is such an interesting field of study to me, you can have sightings of ghosts or spirits anywhere. What's better than that is proving whether or not it's an actual haunting or not, or if it's real or faked. I'm of the mind that spirits are real, that some have purposes that keep them here in our world instead of moving onto the next. Some are good, and wish to help us, and other spirits, are darker, more sinister and want nothing more than to be living again even if this means taking the life from someone else. Speaking of spirits...what's your animal spirit guide, just out of curiosity." He grinned, showing that he wasn't that far from being a spiritual man either, he may have been raised Christian, but that didn't mean he couldn't believe in spirit or angelic guides. Especially now more than ever in the world he was in, there had to be some way to be guided if he ever got lost, though if he needed his animal spirit guide, he just had to dream about her.<br>
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Taking another sip of his tea Matteus managed to avoid the demon discussion for a few more moments, and now was the moment of truth. Here was his chance to figure out if what Clay saw was nothing more than a dangerous spirit, a figment of his imagination, or if he really saw a demon. "Clay, when you said you saw a demon, did you actually see a demon, or did you see a demon in a different way?" Not many being in the supernatural world could see demons true faces, and even fewer humans could. Unless they were special in some way like that, so far he didn't think there were any humans that could see the true faces of demons. More importantly, what Clay wanted to learn because of seeing this Demon if it was a demon was key. "If it was a demon, what do you want to learn that would do anything for you? I mean, why look for information about the paranormal and demons, what can this information do for you? I may sound a little in asking all of this, but going down this road is dangerous Clay, I've been on it for a long time, I just want to know that you aren't doing this for the wrong reasons. You..seem like a nice guy, messing with things like demons is usually extremely bad for your health, and as much as I know I should know how bad for your health they can be." Hopefully he wasn't giving more away than he should be, but if Clay really wanted to know about demons then he had to be prepared, and not doing this for the wrong reasons. If there was anything else in his reasoning for looking up demons it had to go, otherwise Matty wouldn't be able to help him. It was suicide to summon a demon, it was even worse to make deals with what were known as Cross Road demons. He didn't even know if Clay knew what he was getting into, thankfully Matteus knew, and he was there to either stop him, or help him to the best of his abilities and make sure he didn't mess up and get hurt.<br>
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CLAY DAWSON - June 5, 2012 03:36 PM (GMT)
Clay was definitely in a position to acknowledge the power of faith; reaching back far enough into the origins of nearly anything, the lines got blurred and it was hard to say if it was faith itself that sparked the existence of spirits or the other way around. Not even the elders of Clay's race were entirely sure when they'd begun. But the power of his peoples' faith was just as strong as any God-fearing man's... The Ojibwe reserve he'd practically grown up on had been full of believers, people who knew full well what Clay and his grandfather were, who called him Animikii and thanked him every time it rained during planting season. Of course, their belief was seen only as superstition by the white-washed communities around them, and Clay was fine with that. It meant he could hide among his own people and be open with them while not being hunted down like some kind of dangerous monster by paranoid Hunters.

When Matteus spoke again, Clay's dark eyes flickered back toward him, but he didn't move his head; he was listening, wondering if he'd said too much, but the young man seemed to appreciate his honesty. He didn't exactly feel threatened by the little lore-keeper, so he had no real reason to be paranoid himself at the moment. His words on people wanting to live in their bubbles of the explained and the logical rang a bell with him; just like those people around the reserves who took his people's word as mystical nonsense. He nodded slightly in agreement, and then allowed himself a thin smile. "When I walked the path of my bawajigaywin in my late childhood I was visited by the wolf," he explained, using the Ojibwe word for a vision quest without even thinking. "It inspired me to take a position of leadership in my life. It's why I joined the military."

His mood shifted at the question about what he'd seen; sobering, he took a long gulp of the Guiness that had come with his meal, and paused a moment before answering. Long enough that Matteus continued, and it gave him a moment longer to decide how he was going to answer. What did he mean, a different way? He only knew what he'd seen; the mental image that sent him screaming into wakefulness on sleepless nights, burned into the back of his head, a poison that had stained him for over 40 years. He'd never forget it. Matteus's concern amused him; of course he had no idea what Clay was, that he could certainly look after himself... but he needed to know how to fight what he was up against. Know your enemy, they said. Going into this battle blind was a sure way to get his wings burned in brimstone, he was certain.

One more pause, and he spoke cautiously. "I'm a soldier, Matteus," he began, "I've seen a lot of unforgettably grotesque things in my life and I've been fighting for most of it. I don't fear for my own safety. It's the safety of those around me that concerns me... And I don't know what else it could have been but a demon." His brow was furrowed, and he scratched at the table as if wanting to itch at something bothering him. "I need to know how to stop it from ever happening again."

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Matteus was pretty sure the man in front of him was a little too good to be true, he was already part of paranormal world, and if he believed him about seeing a demon, or at least until he heard his explanation then he might be apart of the supernatural world as well which wasn't a bad thing. It would make explaining certain things easier and not as hard to explain as if he was completely new. Since he wasn't new, he'd already have idea's and information that Matteus might not have he even might be able to share something new and completely unrelated to anything with him. Honestly he was starting to get excited, he was ready to learn, and he wanted to learn from the extremely attractive man in the seat across from him even if he was a bit older than himself. His attention was captured by Clay as he spoke, saying that when he walked the path of his bawajigaywin in his late childhood and he had been visited by the wolf. It had inspired him to take a position of leadership in his life, which was why he had joined the military. Nodding in understanding Matty didn't know what word Clay had spoken, but he understood more because of the mention of the wolf. "Wow, I've never met one who has seen the wolf, is it wrong to say I'm honored? I've never taken a vision quest, but I've met a Tsalagi Medicine Man, he was having trouble with...well the same thing you're having trouble with..and his grandson came onto my forum asking for help directly from me and I did. I was told, after it was all said and done, that more than anything I have Dolphin Medicine inside me. He also called me Unega Nvda which I found out means white sun or white moon, and I thought it would be rude to ask for a translation." He'd met more than a few Cherokee while he'd been living in Georgia, and he found all the lore and stories they told utterly fascinating.<br>
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There was a moment where Matty wondered again if he was being too nice and too forward with all the information he had inside his head. His eyes glanced over to the books that had been pushed to sit under the window that was beside their booth. He certainly knew that at times he was horribly naive, and at other times he had about as much worldly experience as an adventurer. It was always like that for him, he could always be serious in one moment and have all the experience and knowledge he could ever need. And then the next he wouldn't have any clue or idea of what he was doing or what he was saying. He could say the right thing, be the right person and know all he was meant to and be able to share it far better than anyone could give him credit for. Then he'd be like a newborn baby or an angel so unsure of everything going on around him so that all he could do was stare and feel awkward. At the moment, he felt like there was so much he could share with Clay, the amount of information stored in his brain was far too much usually and he usually let it out by updating his forum with new information. Other times he let it out when he was helping out hunters who needed said information on said thing. Finding that middle ground had always been his strong point, the place where he could give and give and learn and learn and not have to compromise at all. Learning was an addiction for him, he really couldn't stop learning even if he wanted to, it was a constant thing that he had to do. If he didn't he tended to be a little moody and edgy but that wasn't a part of anything that was going on here. He turned his attention away from the paranormal books under the window and looked back at Clay, studying his profile for a moment before realizing that he was starting to speak to him. <br>
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He spoke softly almost cautiously telling Matty he was a soldier, and that he'd a lot of unforgettable grotesque things in his life and he'd been fighting for most of it. He didn't fear for his safety, it was for the safety of those around Clay that concerned him, and he didn't know what else it could have been other than a demon. He was momentarily distracted from listening to the older male as Matteus watched his hands scratch at the table sliding through the salt that had been spread across the table just in case the male had been a demon. Looking back up Matteus caught sight of his dark eyes as he was told that Clay wanted to stop it from ever happening again. Sighing a little Matteus pushed his finished meal away, and pulled his sweet tea back over to him, his mind was currently filled with about a hundred different reasons as to why he shouldn't do this. But, the one thing that stood out above all the voices was the one that said Clay was doing this for the right reasons. "Being a soldier..you would have seen many things, a lot of things that no one should ever have to. But..there's a difference from what you see, and say from what I see on a daily basis, both equally as grotesque and horrible. If you really want to learn how to fight off demons, I can help you, but you have to be prepared, I..honestly can't say things will be easier for you from now on. Like for me? Right now there's salt all over this table top because I thought a demon might try something, or anything supernatural. Salt is a good ward against evil, as well as iron, two very important things to remember, holy water helps as well. Another thing that is helpful, is knowing Latin, also if you're not sure if someone is a demon in a humans body, just say Christo and if their eyes flicker to black then you know that they are a demon."<br>
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Looking around finally he seemed to notice by now that the diner was winding down, some of the patrons had left and Matty and Clay were one of the only five remaining minus the waitresses and the cooks. Turning his attention back to Clay he gave him a level stare, "Each demon, also happens to have it's own abilities, but most just have simple telekinesis, super human strength, and they can jump from host to host as long as they are summoned from hell. Demons also can't die, unless they are killed by certain weapons or at least that's what I've read. So far I've only ever read of exorcising a demon to get it to leave the host body, anything other than that and I can't help you. Demons are also, depending on how powerful they are, can't enter church grounds, and as far as I know can be trapped in a devil's trap. This is a devil's trap.." Standing up halfway he unbuttoned his vest and opened it and pulled his shirt out of his pants lifting the end up over his right hip revealing a simple pentagram that was tattooed onto his hip, though each section had been colored in with it's corresponding color. Keeping his shirt raised he motioned to the tattoo, "This is obviously just a pentagram, but that's what most devil traps are, though some are ringed in symbols or filled with Hebraic script all are used to capture and trap demon infested humans. I actually can't sleep now a days unless I line my hotel room windows with salt and draw a devil trap above the inside of the door it's just part of my life now." He lowered his shirt and sat back down in his booth and was suddenly glad he'd been whispering because now he had two of the waitresses looking at him and pointing and smiling. Obviously they had enjoyed the peep show not that he had intended for anyone else to see other than Clay.<br>


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CLAY DAWSON - June 13, 2012 06:19 PM (GMT)
Clay found himself appreciating the young man's cultural openness, pleased with how respectful he was about it. Far too many times he'd encountered white folk who simply took his beliefs for granted, or played with them like it was some kind of personality test, or claimed to have a 'spirit animal' when they hadn't taken a vision quest to earn one... The fact that Matteus took what he knew from a Native elder was a pleasant surprise. Thinking about it, he could see how that medicine could apply to a young man like this one, though he was concerned about keeping that kind of free spirit cooped up inside the confines of an Abrahamic religion, let alone the Bible Belt of the country. He hoped Matteus would find some place where he could express that part of himself to the fullest. His only response to that was a soft smile as his thoughts milled onward.

He seemed to acknowledge the salt for the first time, looking down at the table, rubbing grains of it between his thumb and forfinger as he listened. There was no fear in him; he was already neck-deep in the supernatural world, though there was no way for Matteus to know that. He wished, sometimes, that he felt safer sharing such information, but more often than not it was simply too dangerous. His expression was sombre and contemplative, though his eyes snapped up and he began to pay rapt attention as the young man listed off primary defenses. He took rapid mental notes as if receiving a debriefing. Salt. Iron. Holy Water. Christo...

And then Matteus mentioned eyes turning to black; Clay felt his heart slam into his ribcage, and his eyes twitched, fist clenching. He'd never forget it--the sight of his PFC looking at him with those endless, black eyes. How sick he'd felt, like he was staring into the soul of corruption, some kind of light-sucking abyss that made him reel on his feet. His spirit-sensitivity sending warning bells firing off in his head. Then a sharp pain as his back hit the wall--

The thought seemed to pass in a flash, but Clay's breathing was short; he struggled a moment to calm down. He didn't need to have an episode right now. He focused his attention on learning, taking in everything his companion had to say. And show. He leaned forward a bit to get a look at the tattoo, nodding softly... he'd have to look up how to draw those properly. He'd have to look up a lot of things...

He noticed the waitresses in his peripheral; not wanting to appear too serious, he smiled a bit and winked at them, earning a bit of a giggle, before turning his full attention back to Matteus, speaking softly. "So having that tattooed on yourself protects you from possession," he assumed. "Did you learn all of that from this book?" he asked, touching his index finger to the spine of the Demonology book that he could still see from his angle; the entire reason he'd thought it safe to ask in the first place.

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Matteus knew he was being pretty open with all the information he was sharing, but the salt wasn't doing anything to his guest. More than that he really didn't get the bad mojo vibe from this guy that he would normally have by now if he meant him harm. More than anything right now Matteus felt like he could trust this guy, Clay seemed like a decent person and that was a little hard to find now a days, especially in Matty's case. It also wasn't everyday he met someone so willing and eager to learn anything and everything Matteus had to offer about the Supernatural. His hand reached out and grabbed his glass of tea and sipped it with a smile, it was a little odd. He never really pictured himself sitting in a diner with someone he just met and sharing this type of information with them. This was life saving information, and maybe if more people had it things might be easier for those of the Supernatural community. That or it could make it entirely worse, people could start hunting that had no business hunting like teenagers, or high school students. Which was most likely the reason that Hunting was passed down in a family of hunters, which made it a family tradition to some, as well as a way of life to most if not all hunters. Setting his drink back down he leaned back in his seat and became contemplative for a second, he wondered if he could pull this off, being a hunter, or if he should just stay as he was. The guy with the information, the knowledge, the stuff that might save someone's life or end something's life.<br>
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There was a bit of movement from Clay as Matteus mentioned that demons had black eyes. He seemed to flinch for a moment before his entire body seemed to tighten, and he could swear his heart was beating louder than normal. More than that he looked like he was about to have a panic attack or something, which made Matteus worried just what had Clay seen that had led him down this path of questioning. He wasn't going to ask anything, or prod for answers, it wasn't his place to and Clay was allowed his privacy. If he wanted to share then he would, though now he wondered if this was going to lead to Clay wanting to hunt demons down for a living. Shivering just a little he didn't say anything as the older male seemed to come back to himself, Matteus just simply offered him a soft smile before he took another sip of his tea. "Those are the basics, the specialty demon killing items I don't really know anything about. Besides searching for them I do know that exorcising the demon from the human host is one way of dealing with them. A Latin exorcist prayer is usually the best way to go, for some reason Latin is the best way to go period when dealing with dark and nasty things that don't like the word of the Church and God. There are a few different versions of the Exorcist Prayer, the most easiest to learn is the also the shortest. It's still a little long, and you have to pronounce everything right, but if you're ever up against a demon it's a life saver if you get it out. One a demon is forcibly removed from their host, they get sent all the way back to hell where the remain until the some how get to the surface again."<br>
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Admittedly he didn't mind showing the tattoo to Clay, it was a bold move and one he normally would have never done. But it was a learning experience for the older male, so if he got to show off a little bit then there wasn't any harm really. Besides Matteus never showed off, it was hard enough to work up the courage to do anything so it was just a spur of the moment thing. Turning his blue eyes back on Clay he listened as he was asked if one had the tattoo Matty had on his hip it would protect them from being possessed and he shook his head in answer. "Not this one, a Devils' trap is just for capturing and containing, stronger level of demons can and might not even be affected by a Devil's Trap. But I do know there are tattoo's that protect against possession, I just don't know what they look like. It has something to do with something called Enochian if I'm not mistaken." His attention was turned to the demonology book that he hadn't even noticed he'd added to the stack of books he'd brought in from his car. Chuckling just a bit he nodded and then shrugged, "Honestly I learned my information from all over, but this book was a good amount of help for me." Matteus couldn't help but tap his foot as the craving for a cigarette jumped up in his body, it had been a few hours since his last one. Running his hand through his hair he gave Clay an apologetic smile, "Would you maybe want to take this outside, I'm actually itching for a cigarette and my legs are starting to fall asleep. Not to mention we can talk a little more freely and not have to whisper so much that the waitresses will have to stop betting on which of us is going to make the first move." He chuckled as he finished talking knowing that the waitresses had already gotten it into their heads the two guys were on a date and had placed bets on who would make the first move.<br>
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