The BBQ

[StantonBros]

Cut gave a slightly exhausted sigh when he saw that he was pointing his gun at M.

"Well, it might help if you slowed down to knock before barging in" Cut commented as he stepped towards the door, tucking the firearm out of sight, "you know I would invite you if you didn't invite yourself so much."

Directing his attention to Marlee he said, "don't worry, just sit down on the couch and everything will be alright, you to M." Cut then cracked open the door in order to discuss with the police without showing his living room.

[scribblerrigby]

I hate cops. Always have. They're never helpful, always out to get you. Stupid, stupid cops.

Marlee tread a wide, nervous berth around M, went to the couch, and did her best to sit nonchalantly on her wings. Which was much harder than she though it would be, she had to admit, and it still left her legs. And enormous feathers poking out higgledy-piggledy from under her. It looked like she sat on an especially large turkey, and was more than a little painful.

Forget that! Panicked, she considered running, but the cops were too close and her legs too slow for that kind of thing. And they were indoors. No flying here.

Better do as Cut says, she thought.

She quickly grabbed a blanket, threw it over the couch, and slid under it before it landed. Only her head poked out of the fabric. Lame, yes, but hopefully the cops wouldn't notice. And if they did, and if they were nosy, she had one more trick up her sleeve to throw them off. She hoped.

She hunkered down in the blanket, heart pounding rapidly, and prayed that nothing disastrous would happen.

[lunar]

Myra swore under her breath as a cop car pulled up close behind her with lights flashing. She stopped, dropping her backpack on the ground and throwing her hands up in the air. The car pulled up alongside her and the tinted window lowered to show a rather grumpy looking officer inside.
"Please put your hands behind your head and step away from the bag, Miss."
"Oh come on! What did I do, officer?" Myra complained as she blew a few strands of hair out of her face.
"We got a call in about some ruffian in a sweatshirt crashing a dinner party and a few cars got sent out to check it out." The man replied.
"Well," Myra said "I was just passing through the neighborhood and haven't been near any parties."
"We'll see about that, Ma'am, now please step away from the bag."

[KB]

A muffled squeal was probably lost amongst the chatter between Myra and the police officer, and the tiny seafoam-colored claws grappling for purchase on the concrete of the sidewalk probably weren't picked up on either. It was fortunate, though, as the little gremlin that wriggled from underneath the bag would certainly do better to stay out of the limelight.

Chloe had been making a mad dash for the storm drain, hoping to skitter around the approaching feet without being noticed, when she heard the whoop-whoop of a police car, and had what had seemed like an elephant dropped on her. She now dragged herself to her feet, dazed and confused as voices boomed overheard and her hands made a quick check to see if anything was broken.

Wait, voices? The gremlin's face blanched slightly, her large ears dropping down in a panicked manner as her head jerked up to take in what exactly was happening and if it involved her being spotted in any way, shape, or form. She relaxed when it was found that that was not the case. Bag? What bag, why would the cop want to look in a-

Chloe's gaze was drawn to the parcel that had flattened her like a little scaley pancake, and then back as a pair of shiny, polished uniform shoes headed her way. They trailed behind a big pool of light, and the gremlin squeaked involuntarily before diving into the nearest opening to escape notice.

That nearest opening happened to be inside said bag. The poor thing only really realized the error in her ways when a meaty hand snatched up Myra's property, sending Chloe tumbling back into the depths with the rest of its contents.

No way, thought the gremlin with a dreadful inner monologue. I was on such a good streak, too. Nothing big, nothing bad. Sure, that kid's remote controlled car blew up and everything, but no one got hurt and he deserved it for almost running me over, so... The girl forgot her worries when she felt the adjacent pockets being rifled through. Her train of thought was then appropriately redirected to "Please not the side compartment, please not the side compartment" and trying to make use of some form of Jedi mind tricks. Desperate times called for desperate measures, it seems.

[StantonBros]

Cut stepped outside, closing the door behind him to talk to the officer.

"No sir, I don't think she's here" Cut said, his mental brother Paste cringing at his sibling's mistake. "CUT, NEVER EVER ASSUME THAT THE POLICE KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE SUSPECT." And just as Paste suspected, the officer gave Cut a suspicious look.

"I never said anything about our perp being a female."

"Uhh, that's because I saw her." Cut admitted, "Yah, I saw her in my backyard, but I chased her out ."

"Is that girl the theif?" the officer asked pointing to Myra who was being checked.

"No, I don't think so, I chased the girl out in the other direction, probably taking refuge in the Zimmerman's house on the other street" Cut lied, "the Z's are on vacation so their house would be a good spot to hide out."

"Thank you sir," the officer said before asking the other officer to let go of the girl.

[lunar]

The second police officer sighed and took a brief look in the main pocket of Myra's bag only to find some random books, some funny looking dice, and a small bag of snacks before he pushed the bag back into Myra's arms.
"Well, it doesn't seem like you're the thief." He grumbled. "You owe that man a thank you for getting your butt out of trouble."
"Err, yah, I'll do that officer." She replied.
Myra zipped her bag back up before slinging it over her shoulder and walking up Cut's driveway.
"Thanks man, I don't think jail would agree with me." Myra turned to watch the officers leave. "You really have no....idea...." Myra slowed as she approached the man, something felt off about him, something that seemed to make the hellhound in her stir. "What are you?" She whispered.

[KB]

Chloe let out a sigh of relief, starting to gain her footing after the risk of discovery was out of the way. In this instance she failed royally when the bag was jerked around and bounced repeatedly as Myra began walking up the driveway. When the edge of some pointy object whacked her in the head, the gremlin let slip a less-than-ladylike phrase and grew a couple inches. Just enough to be a formidable opponent to the contents, but not enough to be noticed.

She was just thanking whomever was running the show up the proverbial stairs that she wasn't claustrophobic when the swinging of the bag stopped, and the gremlin tucked her ears down in preparation to peek outside of her hiding spot.

Only when her head hit the seam, it didn't open easily like it should have. Chloe frowned, trying to aid the opening with her hands. Yet again it didn't part, and the gremlin scowled. This was not good. She considered panicking and clawing at the opening to get out, but then how would she explain to the girl who owned it what she was and how she got in there in the first place?

Right, the gremlin thought miserably, and hunkered down to listen to what was happening. Hopefully an opportunity would arise for her to escape, but with her luck she kind of doubted it.

[StantonBros]

Cut smiled as he watched the young lady approached saying, "don't worry, you don't look like the stealing type."

When she got close though, he felt his inner self fluctuate when she approached, and he noticed that at the same time she too seemed to feel a presence. That was when she asked him, which, not only made his back hair stand on end, but gave him a grave feeling.

"Apparently, I'm different like you" Cut said, "and I have a few others that too are a little more 'different', but I must warn you, their diffrences are on the outside." Cut then slowly lead her inside the house where Marlee and 'M' was.

"Don't worry, everything is fine, and we also got a new friend" Cut foretold, seeing how jumpy Marlee was before.

[M]

M shrugged nonchalantly, “S’not like I do it on purpose.”

There was an awkward silence between M and Marlee once Cut left, so M just watched the bird girl shuffle to the couch and fidget about until she was snuggled up under the blanket, M decided not to mention that she could see a couple black feather sticking out at the bottom, it wasn’t like the cops could barge in and do a search, could they?

The red head left her bag by the sofa and walked over to the door to overhear what was going on. It was muffled and she could only just make out what Cut was saying, but she was sure he was doing a good enough bluff to lure them away. M thanked whatever needed thanking for that sleepover night and that it was Cut’s house she had stumbled into. Had they never of met, then she could imagine he would’ve handed her over to the cops without a second thought and boy what fun that would’ve led to! Not.

M jumped out of her musings and backed off from the door as it opened, not quite sure how to take Cut’s announcement of a new friend when the cops was only moments ago at the door.

She leant against the couch with her arms folded and a suspicious look. The sun hadn’t set just yet, so M still had some time in her human form to be nosy.

[lunar]

Myra nervously entered the house. She didn't know why she was following this man, but he didn't seem like he meant her harm.
"Are you a demon?" She whispered to him. "T-the last time I met one it didn't really end well for me."

[StantonBros]

"Well, not 'exactly', it's kind of complicated" Cut said shutting the door behind her, still very nervous on the whole introduction, because it's kind of hard to say 'hey, I'm possessed by a demon that combines me and my brother into one body because of some mental trauma' without saying that he and his brother are the same person.

"To keep it simple, the same demon possesses both me and my brother, so it doesn't really effect us" Cut said trying to show her as much as he wants of his past. "Now, the girl in the red hair is 'M', weird name yes, but me and my brother's names happen to be Cut and Paste so weird names are not foreign to us." Cut then ruffled Marlee's hair and said "and this stinky little harpy is Marlee."

[lunar]

"I'm Myra. Wait, did you say harpy?"
Myra was still nervous about this man, the last demons she'd met had taken her to that gray featureless room and the other was the hellhound that now possessed her.
But a harpy? Demons existed sure, but not fantasy creatures. That just didn't make sense...

[M]

"Unless you freak him out, then it affects him... and whoever freaked him out." M interjected with a matter-of-fact manner, her arms still crossed over her chest, remembering that time when she was the one who ‘freaked’ him out.

She rolled her eyes with a smile when her name choice was called weird. “Em isn’t that weird of a name.” She wasn’t offended at the least though, “Eh, I guess with Cut telling you all the oh-so little details that you’re one of ‘us’ I hope? And yes, he did say harpy, why?”

M stood up and let her arms drop to her side; she wasn’t sure about this woman, but M couldn’t act threatening in this form, even if she tried, so she just settled for uneasy.

[lunar]

"I didn't think things like Harpy's existed." Myra replied. "I have a bit of a demon problem. But you don't seem like you do, what's your problem?"

[scribblerrigby]

Marlee was thankful Cut had gotten rid of the cops so easily. She hated those guys. She made a mental note to ask Cut later about what M was talking about. Demonic man of mystery, eh? But now, there was a new issue - the woman in the doorway.

Then again, if Cut was okay with letting this new woman - Myra - into the same house that currently had a harpy and a kind of scary…whatever M was… on the verge of transformation, she was either extremely open-minded, or something of a similar nature. In that case…Marlee didn’t have to be afraid to show herself.

What the hey.

She leaped up, balanced delicately on the couch and spread her large wings with a smelly, theatrical flourish.
“Yah! Harpies exist! Living proof, right here! Want a cinnamon bun?”

Gosh, she hoped that wasn’t a little over the top.