Dreams of the Future, Fears of the Present
9th of July 2006 A.D.
"No, that's creepy," you send back as you toss out the cup in view of some curious tourists. Between dad's cloak and the fact that you left the armor showing a little through your new and 'improved' dress they probably think you are talking about LARP-ing or something.
"I did not mean to offend your principles, glorious font of wisdom," comes the ever swift reply. You would suspect him of sarcasm if he weren't literally part of your soul.
Still as you feel the pieces fall in place, understanding old and new melded into new perspective you allow:
"It is circumstantially creepy not conceptually," You probably look deep in thought about what you just learned, which you are, it's just that one half of the inner dialogue is a demon.
"I am not opposed to making a hat out of the dragon that tried to eat my mom, this would just be a really bad moment to bring it up."
Gain 2 Essence
Usum's agreement is a swift shadow on your mind like the wing of a bird in flight, then:
"A hat would be a waste of such materials, armor you can conjure and a weapon I am. What of a means of conveyance?"
"Dragon-bike?" you probe.
"Dragon-bike," the ancient demon agrees at least in principle.
What your dad would say if he knew you were mentally doodling what to make out of Siriothrax all the way home you do not know for sure and you are not about to ask him.
***
Daniel, Matthew and Leech are all crowded in the living room right next to mom when you arrive looking, well not your Sunday best, but not like someone who was shot in the chest multiple times so you count that a win.
"How'd it go?" Daniel asks as soon as you are in the door.
"Pretty good," you answer trying to keep the tiredness and the pain out of your voice. "Fought a Nazi Werewolf Sorcerer, possibly a necromancer as well though he didn't have zombies, he had beserkers, figured out I can parry bullets that was awesome."
"No way," Mathew says. "That's like..."
Before you can find out what anime character your little brother was about to compare you to mom gives you a sharp look. "Molly!"
"Mom, this isn't stuff I heard dad talk about listening at doors, it is things I did. What am I supposed to do not talk about a whole part of my life to anyone but you or dad?" you ask resonantly... with maybe a little boost of insight behind it. Your parents, especially mother had always said you had to be able to count on one another and part of that was being able to talk freely.
Lost 1 Essence
"I expect you not to trivialize a fight, even one taken for the best of reasons, the danger or the harm of it," mom answers even a she is going over your appearance like a hawk, not that she needs to be very perceptive to notice the giant bruise on your face.
Your only answer is a deep and long suffering sigh, though in your defense you hold back the eye-roll. As far as you are concerned you already paid the price to be as glib as you like by getting shot talking rings around an evil sorcerer and generally unveiling an dark cabal of warlocks.
Still you wonder... should you say something to mom about the stuff dad told you.. or maybe you could spend some time with one or more of your siblings once mom is asleep to finish your story of the day.
What do you do?
[] Talk to Charity about what you just learned of her history
-[] Write in
[] Continue the account of the day for one or more of your siblings
-[] Write in which ones and how
[] Write in
OOC: Charity Carpenter once more beating Excellencies with raw willpower. I'm not even surprised at this point. 
