((You dont have to ask, just dont make them mary-sues' or Gary-stus'.))

Lanen watched impatiently as her friend and adopted brother, Kye, tied the laces on his boots. He was red-headed, freckle-faced and emerald eyed, with a smile always ready. One never mistook Lanen-who had long, inverse sun-streaked blonde hair that reached nearly to the backs of her knees (When loose), a rounded face (scandinavian heritage), and dark blue eyes-to be his biological sister...that, and they were born 3 weeks apart.

The girl sighed and spun around. "Are you done yet?" She asked, her voice increasing in pitch on the last word. Kye smiled to himself.

"Almost," He replied. "Yeesh. You Skinners are a pain, did you know that?"

Lanen nodded, her blond hair escaping from the pony-holder. "Nah. Thats just me bein' A.D.D., ya know?"

Kye chuckled. "A head-bob yes, a voiced no? Never mind. C'mon Lan. We're late?"

"For what?" She asked, her brow furrowing. A blonde she was, but she never forgot if she was told something...just so long as it was repeated thirty times over the course of twenty minutes.

"I said never mind. C'mon."

The two got out of the truck Lanen drove and stood next to each other, looking at the tall abandoned warehouse. If it hadnt been obvious before, it was obvious that they weren't related in any way, shape, or form; Kye stood head over shoulders taller than Lanen, whos size and bodily form often lead her to be mistaken as a child, though she was nearly eighteen.

She pulled out a set of daggers, silver coated so as not to disrupt their balance, and her companion pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, which she looked at in annoyance.

"You're gunna stir a nest of suckers...with that? You have any idea of a h*censored*le that'll be?" She made the motions that would be necessary to reload the weapon and crossed her arms with an eyebrow quirked. Kye shrugged. 

"I'll take my chances." 

((Oh wow. Dont expect them all to be that long. >>)) 

"Whatever floats your boat," Lanen said with a snort, starting to cross the street. Her blades gleamed against her wrists as her arms swung by her sides, the silver coating reflecting the light onto the black top. Kye followed closely after, noting that, beneath the ragged hems of the jeans the Skin changer before him wore, he could see the calloused soles of her four-toed feet.

"Uh, Lan...?"

"I dont like shoes."

"Oh, right. How could I forget?"

Lanen shrugged, keeping her pace. "You might have been a blonde in another li-You taste that?"

By 'taste' Kye knew Lanen meant 'Smell'; tasting was the poor girls way of smelling, which was lost by way of genetics. He stopped and smelled the air. "Uh, no. Why? Did you fart?"

"Shh. Quiet. I hear something." Ever the example of A.D.O.S. (Attention Def-Oh Shiney), Lanen altered her course and walked to the lot beside the warehouse, surrounded by a fence. She sheathed her daggers and jumped, grabbing the top and pulling herself up, hooking her elbows over the top and grabbing the fence to keep her up. Kye simply peered over the edge. 

Lanen hopped down and stared at the girl, who was at least three inches taller than she. "Tall? Kye's tall. Im Lanen...with an A." Her head turned slightly and she blinked again, this time at the voices, the screech, and the loud, wet popping sound like a fruit exploding. Kye turned to look.

"Theres a girl exploding pumpkins with a rabbit. Nothin' too unusual, right?"

Lanen answered with a shrug. "Define unusual, Mr. Normal Fleshy." She was referring to Kyes non-shifting, non-blood drinking self. Kye was fully human.  

{~} Copy and paste, she's changed since then. Any how, ok...just wondering {~}

Ryu nodded, notcing that it was true that the girl before was much shorter. "Why do you call him Mr. Normal Fleshy?" she asked, crinkling her nose up in confusion. She blinked once and her bright blue eyes landed on Kye. "Are you...Mr. Normal Fleshy?" She was completely confused by this odd conversation. It had only been hours since she had gained her human form back.

Lanen punched Kye good-naturedly, though it made him wince and rub his arm. "Yup." She answered for Kye. "He's Mr. Normal Fleshy. He aint a Wulf, a Skin changer, a Sucker, a zombie, or anythin' else. Just a normal person." The Skinner laughed. "Im actually surprised he's still alive."

Kye laughed as well. "Yeah. It surprises me how Im still alive after years with you, too, Lan."

Lanen stopped smiling and glared for a split second before going on jokingly. "You aint so easy to live with neither, mister." 

((Whoops. We should wait for DE.....

An' I gotsta go to bed. Ish be one minute over my limit of 12:30 am. XD ))

Ryu tried to follow the conversation but lost them at "He aint a Wulf..."

"So...why are you here?" she asked, desperate for a change of conversation, to something she understood. It's amazing what years as a leopard does to your point of view, she thought, the wilder side of her notcing how delicious Kye was looking...as in food. Ryu flinched and put a hand on her forehead as a headache came on. 

"There's a nest of-or at least three-Suckers in here." Kye answered as Lanen looked up and frowned slightly. "We're...Hunters, I guess. They've been causing some problems 'round here."

"We were watchin' ya for a bit," Lanen answered the witch with a tilt of her hear=d. "Why were you lookin for a pumpkin?" 

(( Gah, sorry for the late post DX hopefully this is accurate to the situation.... )) 

Ristuka stared at the people talking from behind a cart of pumpkins. Earlier, he had ditched his jacket and hat disguise since it tended to bother him. He'd been there since the witch and odd rabbit had destroyed that evil looking pumpkin, but he hadn't wanted to intrude on the situation. Even with his excellent hearing he couldn't understand what they were talking about. He frowned, his ears pulled back. He tail was swishing behind him and he wasn't paying attention to what it was hitting.

Suddenly, something bit down on his tail. "Gack!" he gasped, clapping his hands over his mouth. He didn't want to reveal himself like that. With watery eyes, he turned around and glared at whatever was biting him. His left ear twitched in annoyance. It was one of those evil-looking pumpkins. "Bad pumpkin!" he hissed, "Let me go before I smash you!" It didn't. Growling slightly, Ritsuka sat down beside the pumpkin, arms and legs crossed. He didn't want to smash the pumpkin.