This Looks Familiar (Ty)

[Selene]

Selene traversed the streets and sidewalks of Chinatown. She may be a familiar, but at the moment she wasn't exactly living with her charge. She did need to eat somehow, and the owner of a certain restaurant had caught her trying to eat out of their garbage one night. Since then had put out a small dish of fish for her. They'd never tried to keep her as a pet, but seemed content to feed what they probably assumed was a stray cat so long as she kept coming back.

She reached the alley behind the restaurant just as the owner was going back in from putting out the dish. He spotted her and smiled as she approached the dish. Selene put up with him petting her as she ate, and then he went back in after a bit. She finished up and left the dish, knowing he'd come back out for it. She had to get back to the main part of San Fransisco and find her charges, because they'd had discovered their powers and would need her soon.

[Tyson Castelle]

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A Frenchman in Chinatown San Francisco. How…interesting? Not really, but you had to admit it made for a peculiar sight, especially give that he was conversing her perfect French with the renovator of his Jordan park home while walking down the busy Chinatown street with shopping bags in his hand. Just three actually. Two of them held groceries for the loft and the other contained some light bulbs for the electrician working on his Jordan Park home. Nice place, good property in a decent neighbourhood…quiet. It was good. Planned to move in there in a year’s time; just as soon as he was settled in with school, a part-time job and…well…life on a whole. He wrapped up the phone call then hung up his cell phone; nearly dropping it as he tried to stuff it into his jeans pocket. It was one of those designer jeans that were so fitted pockets literally became useless…sadly, he hadn’t done his laundry yet and this was one of two options. Obviously the better options since he was wearing it.

For the first time, he took notice of where he was and though it may seem dumb, the reason why it was called Chinatown clicked. It wasn’t just for the sake of naming, now was it? As he walked he took notice of how many Chinese locals they were here and how bustling and lively this place was. So much conversation was happening. Either between people walking side by side or by two people or more on opposite side of the street. Either way, he was distracted from it all when the mouth-watering aromas wafted into his nose, setting his brain on fire. Seriously, he had to stop and try something. Anything! He was starved…that’s what he got for skipping on breakfast, but it wasn’t like he did it deliberately, he was late for something very important. Well, actually, it was not at all important but to him it mattered enough to rush out of his house. Having decided where he would go, he stopped at one and moved through the bustling and hustling till he made it over.

“Can I have…uh…fish and rice please, any preparation is fine.” He said. So long as it would not send him to the loo shortly after. The place he was at was kinda like that ramen place Naruto ate at like all the time in terms of its structure. It was just an ‘L’ counter with stools lining the outside and a large outdoor cooker behind the counter with the two cooks and the old man server. The whole thing was covered by a tent with one side lifted and pinned up, that was their charming entrance. After five brief minutes, the old server set a bowl of rice and fried fish before him with a plastic for to go with it. “Um…mind if I have a coke to go with it? Thank you. Thanks a lot.” He said, waiting till his beverage and optional glass for use had arrived. Expressing his thanks again, he set his bags at his feet and started eating. Secretly wishing he had a knife to eat his food with properly.

[Selene]

Selene had come out of an alley just in time to see Tyson walking down the street. At first it seemed convenient that he would turn up so close to where she was, but getting to him was harder than it might have first seemed. For one thing, he had initially been on the opposite side of the street from her. For another, she kept getting held up.

Getting across the street had been hard enough. It had taken waiting for a decent break in traffic and then taking a run, hoping she wouldn't get hit. One car had nearly done so, but stopped in time. After that though, as she attempted to weave between legs, she kept having to dodge getting stepped on or getting stopped by someone petting her or picking her up. By the time she caught up with Tyson it was too late. He stepped inside a restaurant and the door shut in the cat's face.

Well that's just great, she thought as she padded over a short way from the door and sat down in front of the building. Her tail twitched as she watched the doorway for signs of the returning young witch. I think it's about time I found a way inside his house. This following him on the streets thing is ridiculous. Though.... why was she waiting here still if she didn't want to try following him again? It wasn't like she didn't know where he lived. I'll follow him home. Might be able to slip in behind him.

[Tyson Castelle]

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For some time he kept his head down, eating his food and minding his business like he was accustomed to. Now why would he have to spend his time gazing around at others? What use would that prove? Well, back when he was in school, he would have occupied his time reading some medical journal or doing some school work that he had left over and that was highly unlikely so he usually worked on pre-existing work done by others to see if it panned out, or, as said before, he would read through medical journals. Mostly his mum’s. He never really had an interest for business like his dad but from time to time he’d read up to see if Mr. Pierre Castelle was still one of the world’s richest men. But right now, sitting in this Chinese diner…he had nothing to occupy this time so it was not surprising to him when he ate quicker than he usually did just so he could get out of there.

Fifteen minutes after he was served, he pushed the empty bowl away from him, grabbed his bags and got up; leaving the diner after sliding his money and a good tip under a bowl before making his exit. When he stepped out his cell phone went off. He stuffed his hand, uncomfortably, into his pocket and eventually pulled it out but by the time that had been accomplished, whoever it was had hung up already and that kinda ticked him off. And after checking, he couldn’t even tell if it was the plumber returning his call because the number came up blocked. Glancing to his left and then to his right, he pressed his thumb on the call button and the phone started to call this unknown number…and it was ringing...and yeah, it was the plumber. He began another round of conversation that would carry him home but when he just happened to glance down and stare into the eyes of a cat.

His eyes lingered on it for a while but in the end he had better things to do than to stare at an animal. That staring resulted in silence and he had to quickly and repeatedly tell his plumber that he was still there talking and with that he headed off. Hopefuly by the time he got home, it would be late evening and he could just crawl onto the couch and sleep the day off.

[Selene]

It didn't take all that long for Tyson to come out of the restaurant. It seemed he was in a hurry, or that there was some other reason he was not lingering there. However, Selene didn't have the chance to approach him when he stepped out. The cell phone in his pocket went off and he struggled to get it out of the almost useless pockets on the fitted jeans. Still, she might not have tried to approach him anyways just considering the conversation she wanted to have with him was best held somewhere more private.

As she stood up to start following him, Tyson glanced in her direction and their eyes met. The gaze lingered for a bit until he broke it off and returned to talking to the person on the other end, something he had stopped doing while his gaze had been locked on Selene. Mentally she wondered why she hadn't bothered to say anything to him, but again reminder herself that this wasn't the best place to talk magic. Instead of berate herself, Selene started after Tyson, this time managing to keep up a little better. If he goes the whole way by foot, I should be okay. If he takes the bus or the subway I might have problems. Well.... at least in that she would be quite a bit later than him getting back to his house. She'd have problems getting inside is all, something she did prefer to avoid this time. It was time to insert herself into his life, and if he didn't like it he could just live with it.

[Tyson Castelle]

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Walking was something he was used to. He has walked far further and never even tired after. Sure he could have dialled a number and had a driver or a taxi pick him up but he preferred to walk simply because it was time he could spend alone…more time that is, and it allowed him to think a lot and he had to admit he got a lot done when he was walking from destination to destination. Don’t misinterpret. He would not take of his precious time to go aimlessly walking because that would have been ridiculous. But after fifteen minutes on the phone, he started to enjoy the walk as he left Chinatown. Taking this long, long walk all the way to his loft in the District and as typical, when he arrived home he was hardly tired but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go for a cold shower and a long night’s rest.

With his night all planned, out, he took out his keys and let himself in. His first stop was in the lone pathway that connected the kitchen, dining room and living room. He glanced over to his dock and it switched itself on and started playing She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5. Ascending the stairs, he smiled to himself when he thought about the title of that song. His favourite sound incidentally. He smiled because he had a thought that did not plague him too often, but when it did…it made him question. It made him question if he was shaping himself into the right kind of guy. It made him question if he was missing out on anything by being the kind of guy that he was. And at times like this, he would reassure him that his focus on his future was so that when he met the One, he would be able to provide for her like a good man show. And how could he be missing out on something he never experience and he was more than the certain that when the time came he would be able to more than perform. After all, he was well endowed…

A long twenty minute shower later, he sat on his bed in his towel. His wet hair was draped about his head and beads of water ran from his head down to the towelled border. His hands initially in his lap with his fingers intertwined, he sighed and fell back onto his sheets with his wet back and he just did not care. His eyes stared up ahead at the flat, board roof for some time before he closed his eyes and in the moment he closed his eyes, his bedroom light went off, allowing the dark night to blend into his room.

[Selene]

Selene stood in the darkened room. She had followed Tyson home, keeping up with him far better this time, and as he walked the whole way there was nothing that got in her way of getting to the house at the same time as him. When he'd opened the door, she'd slipped in behind him. While downstairs she'd stayed mostly out of sight, but that was just becuase she had wanted to wait for what she felt was the right moment to reveal herself.

She'd come upstairs and waited in Tyson's room while he showered, staying hidden under the bed. Now as he lay back on the bed and turned the lights out she slipped out. Her tail twitched, brushing lightly against his foot. She stepped back from the bed and crouched, then sprang. She was airborne for a moment, just a short one, before she landed on the bed. From there she walked slowly over to him and curled up on top of his chest. A low purr began, vibrating inside her as she lay on his damp skin. The goal was that she'd be noticed if he woke up, and noticed in a very obvious way.

He'd better not try to throw me out, because if he thingks he's getting rid of me that easily he is wrong. She thought this as her eyes closed, waiting for Tyson to either notice her or wake up naturally. One of the two was bound to happen sooner or later.

[Tyson Castelle]

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Sleep had taken hold of him quickly enough. He lay there on his dampened bed in a towel that was a few inches away from showing his business to the empty room. Well, it wasn’t like sleeping in the nude was taboo, it was just something that he should think otherwise of. But he couldn’t do that right now, now could he? He was fast asleep with his feet still touching the hardwood floors. One hand was outstretched with his fingers over the edge and the lower covered his eyes; and he drifted into a sleep so peaceful and chances were he would wake up the next morning in the same position…or possibly rolled over with his arse exposed. Charming, not?

But he was not destined to have that early morning experience and it started when he felt something light brush his foot. He didn’t wake, but a conscious part of him cause his foot to momentarily twitch in reflex, followed by the slight movement of his toes before he settled back into complete sleep. Then that conscious part of him was woken again when he felt something slight land somewhere beside him…or maybe he was dreaming…whatever. But it wasn’t so much “whatever” as “what the hell” when he felt something soft touch his arm, then his chest, then his arm and then his chest again before these four things evolved into one larger thing that settled on his chest. Hmmm. Now at first, the warm ball of fur didn’t feel all too bad oddly enough, but still, it was not something he could say was the norm and as a result, something clicked.

He opened his eyes. His vision was groggy at first but eventually it came into focus. He lifted his head as high up as he could without his elbow for support and looked at the dark thing that sat on his chest…it’s bright yellow eyes…staring right at him. His eyes flared. F*ck! A Demon! He sat up quickly and knocked the thing from off of him. He got to his feet, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist tightly as he headed for the stairs but his foot took to the hallway floors in an undesirable fashion and he slipped. It was probably five seconds or five minutes after, he was not sure but when the world came flooding back to his eyes, his head lay in the doorway while the rest of his body was in the hall, his towel barely covering his endowment. Perfect. A demon, his first demon, was in his home and he was lying on his naked arse thinking about the fact that there was a demon in his house. Clever, wasn’t it? There could be none better.

[Selene]

Obviously Selene had made her presence very noticeable. She hadn't been laying there for very long before Ty woke up, something made noticeable to Selene when his chest tilted some as he propped himself up so he could look at her. Her gold eyes stared into his hazel ones until the moment his eyes came wide open and he bolted into a standing position, launching Selene off his chest. If she hadn't been flying through the air she might have noticed him grab the towel that had fallen off him, wrapping it tightly around his waist. It hardly mattered if he was seen in the nude by her, Selene being an animal, but she had the feeling he didn't realize what she was.

She landed on her feet on the bedroom floor and Tyson, in his attempt to run from her, didn't get far when his wet feet slipped on the hallway floor. She heard the thud as he landed on the floor. She took a few minutes to figure out how to approach the situation now before padding over to the doorway where his head lay. The rest of him was sprawled in the hall, his towel barely covering parts that, again, it really didn't matter if a female cat saw. What was she going to do if she did really?

Tyson's eyes were already open when Selene got there. She tilted her head in a confused manner before staring at him again. She was a cat. Maybe she could scratch him a little, but she really could't do much damage. It wasn't like she was a demon.

"You really should be more careful. I'm supposed to be helping you, not causing you to get a concussion," Selene said, her words would have sounded to most like any cat. But for Ty, and for his sister, Selene would have had a voice something like a human female. Then again, if she'd known he thought she was a demon she might not have spoken after all.

[Tyson Castelle]

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“Help…Helping me?” He muttered out through gritted teeth. No, those weren’t fighting words, he hit his head so hard his ears starting ringing and he hadn’t noticed it up until just now when the cat was talking…to…him… Hmmm. There was something very wrong about that bit of thought and for a moment he could not put a finger on it. For a moment he laid there, looking up at the top of the door way, his bare ass on the cold wooden floor with a fading ringing in his ear while his mind tried to sift through the words he had just heard. But after the ringing stopped and after his mind had put the pieces together, he figured it out. It was not the actual words that had sent up some red flags…it was the fact that a stray cat was in home, talking to him. A cat talking to him… A cat was talking to him? A cat was…wait, what? That didn’t make a lick of sense to him, and it didn’t need to because when he turned and gazed at the feline peering at him with those golden eyes. Oh…my…god. A cat was talking to him. Well that certainly stopped the ringing.

He bounded up to his feet, re-wrapped the towel and backed away from his room and into the hallway; not even stopping until his back hit the railing. His hands reached back and held onto it while he continue to look down at the…thing. Did it speak? Did it actually speak or was he delusional? Maybe he hit his head a bit too hard…of course. He slipped, he banged his head against the floor boards and then there was that ringing so something must have been dislodged in that head of his. “Right…I’m losing it.” He said to himself, pinching between his eyes as he convinced himself that he had to come to his senses. But first, he had to get that mangy, flea-ridden stray out of his clean loft. If he wanted a pet…he’d have a dog. Not a cat. Besides, weren’t they lazy animals? Yeah, whatever. He wanted it out of here.

For a moment he pondered how he would get that thing out of here. There was a newspaper on his dresser; he could smack it against his palm to maybe spook it…or perhaps to smack it so it would get the idea. Come to think of it…hadn’t he been assuming it was a demon? But why a demon? Couldn’t it have just been a cat who…a cat…it was the cat he saw from earlier that day. In Chinatown. Was it? He wasn’t sure. The light in the hallway and his bedroom came on almost directly after and illuminated the feline and he was sure it was that same cat. Ok, so it followed him home. But how did it get in? How…? “Hi?” He said to it. He had to have been off his rocker for talking to a cat he thought was either a talking demon or psychopathic professional stalker. Yeah, he had lost it. His dad would be proud.

[Selene]

Selene sighed. Right now it seemed to her that either Tyson was slow or he just hit his head really hard and was having trouble taking this all in. At least she had to assume a light had gone on, both physically and metaphorically, and he'd recognized her from Chinatown, but he still seemed to have no clue what Selene was doing in his house and he went from repeating her words to saying hi, neither of which was a response that made him look exceptionally bright to her.

Batted one of his feet before responding, somewhat out of irritation and somewhat just because she wanted to make sure she had his full attention. "Yes, I'm here to help you. You're a relatively new witch and I'm what's known as a familiar. I'm here to be something of a guide until you get your feet under you. Does that all make sense so far?" She honestly hoped it did, because if it didn't she was not going to enjoy what came next. Reactions to a strange, talking animal in your house accusing you of being a witch were either good or bad, there was no in between on that.

((You don't have to finish this if you don't want. It's my fault for basically disappearing for almost a month.))

[Tyson Castelle]

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He glanced at the cat for some time with silence following her words. He was seriously unsure if he should respond or not because…well…it was a cat. This was not Narnia, cats do not just talk unlike something seriously foul was happening. But he knew that nothing foul was about the air because she had revealed herself for what she was, a familiar, an animal guide for witches. His mother and father did not have one but his mother’s mother did and she had it written down in the journal. Creatures that took the form of animals so that they could act as teaching guardians for witches new to the craft before moving on to an even newer witch and they were capable of speaking only to their charge which was he if she indeed was a familiar. His silence continued and it was mainly because he had no clue as to what to say to her. He already said hi…what could he possibly offer her, tuna and biscuit with milk for a night cap? Hardly.

“It makes sense to me, but forgive my shock because you are a talking animal. Whether I know about your kind or not is beside the point, talking animals are a rarity if you understand where I am coming from.” He said, abruptly catching his towel before it fell to reveal his endowment. Strategically, he re-wrapped the towel about his waist and fastened it there as tightly as he would permit seeing as breathing was a big thing for him. “And you telling me what you are does not prove to me that you are what you say you are. Hope you were able to keep up with that, but I digress. Just as I know of your kind, I know about demons and warlocks and other filth that seek to do deeds less that moral…and I’m more for labeling you as one of those many scum as opposed to a saintly cat here to talk to me and see if I’m ok. Again forgive me, being human and all.” He said. Yeah, he was very much still apprehensive about standing there and talking to this thing in his bedroom while he was half naked with a towel that was falling off his ass.

“Prove to me what you are.”