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Eight in the evening, and though Kyle was feeling the steady pressure of a too long day weighing him down and making his limp more obvious than usual, he made himself smile. Lost Here had been busy lately, especially with a round of new hires to train, and he'd promised Isabel that tonight would be special to make up for his irregular schedule.

He'd found the perfect way to make it so. Virtual World, a new arcade, had opened up not far from the house. Something told him that his little girl, so like him, would be drawn to such a place. A child born of fishnet and glitter, tonight her clothing showed her origins. Her pants were as baggy as his, but where his were black, hers were made of neon green plastic. Her fishnet shirt was under a shirt of clashing neon orange, though the material of the short sleeved garment was of a soft cotton, and not quite so bright.

Above her eye, her silver eyebrow piercing reflected the brightly flashing lights, making it all colours, depending on where she looked.

"Well, what do you wanna do first?" He asked, looking down at the girl that held casually to his hand.

Her bright eyes scanned everywhere. The ticket games with their flashing allure, the fighting games where teenage boys waited in impatient lines. Shooting games clustered in another area, with racing games nearby. There was more to the arcade of course, but he couldn't see it from his angle.

"What do you wanna do?" She echoed, still staring around in facination, "I don't know what anything does!"

"Zombie killing's always been my favorite." Kyle admitted, steering his daughter over toward the shooting games. Leading his daughter into the cluster of machines, he found himself smiling at old memories. He'd played the games long before he'd actually known how to hold a gun.

Long before he'd known what guns were capible of, beyond monster killing. And now he walked with a limp and too many memories too young.

Well, to hell with it. Isabel's life would be scar free. She could shoot things without ever making the connection.

Isabel continued to hold tightly onto Daddy's hand. While the lights excited her and filled her with energy, this was still unfamiliar territory. And Daddy had told her 'No one's safe unless they're family'. She liked crowds in the general sense, but she couldn't feel safe in them.

Still, she couldn't help but admire the people, as bright and various as the lights. Like that boy, with the pretty necklace.

Would Daddy mind? Not while he was so near.

Expertly hiding a hint of caution behind an easy smile, she moved closer to him. "That's pretty."

"It's cool. Are you gonna shoot zombies too?" Her attention was already starting to move. Not away from the boy, exactly. It was just hard to focus on only the boy when there was a whole room full of colour and people to explore. She shifted restlessly from foot to foot, unable to help it.

Daddy didn't have any rules about holding still, though Aunt Lithle did.

As his little girl didn't seem to have noticed the woman speaking to her, Kyle figured he might as well take care of the introductions.

"She's a fae alright. Her name's Isabel, and I'm Kyle." Considering offering her a hand to shake, he realized that 'bel wasn't about to let his hand free for the gesture, and shrugged a bit instead. "What's he from?"

A strange question, but it'd always been a curiousity of his. What might Isabel have turned out like if he hadn't made the half disbelieving offering of a shirt he'd worn out clubing?

Certainly different from the bright eyed, energetic girl he'd been given.

"Yeah, cool. Daddy doesn't much let me touch real guns. He says Aunt Lithle'll teach me when I'm older." At that admission, she paused, looking up at her Daddy. He was talking to the lady with the boy, and seemed pretty distracted, but a quick tug on his hand got his attention, "Can I play?"

He hesitated a moment, she felt it, and remembered the rule. Maybe it'd been wrong of her to ask. But then his grip loosened on hers, and he reached up to mess up her hair.


"Go ahead, 'bel." Even as Kyle released his daughter he moved to follow her, positioning himself so that he could reach her easily, while still keeping an eye on the ebb and flow of the crowd.

"A fishnet shirt that I'd worn out dancing. It was covered in blue glitter." Though he spoke to Veronica, his attention was on his daughter, and the proud note in his voice was unmistakable. "I wasn't much expecting it to work, y'know?"

The door to the arcade barely opened when he made his entrance. He definitely wasn't supposed to be here and he knew it, but he'd had his eye on this place for a while. Of course, he had never asked Sibuna about the arcade- bright lights and loud music was just begging her to have a seizure out of worry. Probably just as strangely-dressed as the rest of them, the stapler fae slid in unobtrusively in a flicker of black and white.

Daemyn walked along the various games, oblivious to the stares he did or did not receive. He was dressed in a pair of baggy, white pants and some robe-like top, tied snugly to his waist by a green belt. A karate outfit, to put it bluntly, and it was just where he'd come from. During the water brake in class, he had disappeared out the front door and hauled a** down the street. They wouldn't miss him- not after he'd been out and about so many times before. If he got back before lessons were over, they wouldn't say anything to his guardian. After all, they were still getting their money whether he skipped out or not.

He was severely considering Ms. PacMan when a female voice caused one of his long, black ears to twitch. Child fae? Just like him? Deep onyx orbs guided themselves to the gathering group, widening just a bit. Wow. There were a lot of fae. Daemyn petted the stapler tied into the folds of his robe once before sliding closer. Unlike Noelle, he would make no sound, and neither would his bare black feet while such loud music was pumping. He was just sort of there now, listening in as if he didn't know it could be considered rude. He'd be noticed or he wouldn't. It didn't really matter to him either way... did it? Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure.

"We're shooting zombies." Isabel replied, fingering the quarters impatiently as she looked up at the older girl. She had the money, she had the game, now she just wanted to play. But now she couldn't because the green girl was standing right there, and that meant she couldn't turn around. That was Michael 'If a stranger's looking at you, you make them know you're looking at them, and you're not afraid.'. So she looked, straight up into the other girl's face, her own expression one of seeming calm.

Still, it was clear from the way the blue girl shifted her weight that she'd clearly rather be doing something other than making conversation. So much to do and they were just... talking!

From his position, it was easy to see the teenage fae's approach. He allowed himself a moment to take a girl in, outfit, expression and stance, before making any movements. In the end, the only move he made was the shift in his expression to a lazy smirk.

A puppy, the sort that showed up at Lost every night. And maybe someday she'd be a big bad wolf, and maybe she'd run with the dogs. But at the moment, she was no more dangerous than a sheep. She just thought she was.

"You've got two fae kids, then?" he asked, turning his attention quickly back to Ronnie. "I guess I wonder, too. I mean, if the gift calls the fae or whatever, it's gotta say something. What kinda life must she have had before, that she was drawn to my fishnets, right?"

Still watching the crowd, so he noticed as yet another 030 child approached. What was this, a convention?

"Well, go say hi, Kid!" He instructed the quiet new arrival. "They'll let you play with 'em. I know 'bel will."

Daemyn's gaze went to Kyle, and a polite smile positioned itself on his face as he was quick to give a stiff bow at the waist. He couldn't help it- he was in uniform! "Thank you, sir. I... I didn't want to interrupt anything important." He was more of an observer than a talker, though he could do both well enough. As well as any human his 'age' and better, but probably standard for a 030 project.

The finger was crooked at him, and he seemed to lower his head humbly. Of course, he really wasn't afraid of them at all, but it never hurt to be nice to strangers. That was what his guardian had said about strangers. Giving a small, parting nod to Kyle and Vorcot, he shuffled even closer.

"Um...hi. I'm Daemyn." He told anyone who cared to listen. "And I've... never played one of these 'games' before. Pleasure to meet you all." He eyed the quarters quietly in the hands of others. He had no money. Whoops.