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"Come on. Don't use your magic. The police would probably pick up on that."

Celeste's ruby eyes widened at what Kendric said, immediately looking down at herself. Had she shapeshifted?! The tanned skin on the back of her hands and her forearms showed no signs of protruding fur, feathers or scales. Her nails were kept normal and her lower half didn't morph into hooves or a snake's tail or anything. Hm. M-magic? What did he mean? She wasn't using any! But then again, she kept that as a mental note. Magic could be their downfall, they could use it to track them. It worried her, because how would she be able to stop herself from transforming when she did?

The soft white fur of the wolf brushed against her side, rubbing its head by hers as if trying to comfort her. Had it sensed her worries? Her hand reached up and stroked the fur on its cheek, sending it a small smile. This was going to be troublesome with her magic then. What if she suddenly transformed now? Though, given what occurred last night and her obvious lack of sleep causing the depletion of her energy - she figured that would be highly unlikely. What if when she did though, the police would find them? What would they do to them? What if it was something bad? What if they would end up like the others? What if... What if she lead the team into their dea-

"Oh before I forget, his name is Mor. Not so much of a name for a pet or a wolf for that matter. But Artan liked it."

Her pearl white bunny ears twitched at the distinct voice of Grace. She gulped down nervously, pressing her lips together in a fine line. She just shouldn't transform, but other than that it should be okay because not only was Kendric around but the people she was with were quite amazing too and now they had Wol- well, to be corrected, Mor here. Right. Okay. Focus.

It was time for soldier status Celeste Abelard to be present. They were right, they had to get out. Her sensitive ears picked up the angry voices that were beginning to rise inside. They should be coming closer. They had to move. The bunny eared girl took in a sharp breath and gripped the handle of her hand cannon tightly.

"Aww it'll be fine. Wolves can jump things very high and silently. How else would they catch their prey without them knowing their presence. Well unless it jumped on an alarm or something...nevermind! We need to get moving fast! The police will get back here at any moment!"

The teenaged shapeshifter nodded, and watched the girl hop over the fence before turning to Mor the wolf. She cupped its large, cuddly face in her hands. "You can jump over that can't you? That's nothing to you, isn't it?" she smiled, her tone was warm and subtly encouraging. The wolf's tail wagged happily in delight, and got up on its fours. She released her grip from the wolf and glanced at the fence herself. Man, bunny feet would have been more helpful now. She wasn't exactly the smallest (though she did have a lather large weapon with her) but as she continued to look at what she had to climb over she grew even lazier and couldn't help but sigh. Effort? She barely had energy!

The answer to her problems came quicker than she thought. Mor still hadn't left her side, it was still wagging its tail happily and just standing there as if... as if it was waiting. Hm. Celeste looked at the large creature. Then she looked at the fence. Then back at the wolf, then the fence. Wolf, fence. Wolf, fence. Wolf, fence. She smirked, looking back at the wolf. "We go together."

With that, Celeste quickly makeshift from the odd accessories of her clothing and some weird looking parts from the hand cannon itself (that seemed to be there for that purpose) a strap that enabled her to carry her hand cannon hands-free on her back. Perfect! She grabbed some of Mor's thick fur and hopped up on it. The wolf didn't complain one bit, it was as if this had been the plan all along. It kind of reminded Celeste of the dragons in the army of her father, how they would ride them to battle. Of course, this was no dragon and she certainly didn't expect any flight but when the wolf did leap into the air and was able to jump that fence with no problem, it really did remind her of back home.

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\tries not to eat self because candilicious\

mew ~

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✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» FOCUSED/HAPPY ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » AUDITORIUM≛OOC ✌​

Christmas has been great to him so far. He woke up to a package from his mother containing a watch (from Jack), a small cat stuffed toy (supposedly from one year old Simon) and a great, Christmas-y sweater (from his mother). With being woken up so early, he was able to have a long video call with them in the morning. He spoke to his mother privately for a while, which was nice. He told her everything and she pretty much said the same thing as Michelle, his therapist did, but it seemed to put him in a much better mood coming from her. He was also able to talk to Jack and Simon, the two new men in his mother's life, which was great - even though Simon didn't say much, for obvious reasons. They wished he was there with him but at the same time wished they were there for him but Tucker really didn't mind. He was just happy to get a Christmas greeting from his family so early in the morning.

After bidding goodbye (which took forever on its own), he cooked himself some French Toast then grabbed the presents he's prepared for people before heading out. He wore his mother's sweater under his thick winter coat. He stopped by Michelle's office first, greeting her a Merry Christmas and dropping of her present - which was a perfume bottle. Then, he made his way to the Animal Shelter where he spent most of his time. He gave Sean his present (which was a dog keychain so he could hold all his keys because he really needed that along with a shirt). He and his scruffy friend then tended to the animals all day giving them special treats and letting them play outside for a bit. It was all so much fun but it seemed to end too soon as Tucker rushed out of the shelter and to the school.

Tucker was pretty much busy from then on, after dropping his bag (filled with presents for his friends!) in the sound booth. Then, he was running around with carious wires in his hands and plugging them into different sockets and mic testing and frequency fixing and more running about and leucoplast-ing the lapels onto the actors and testing the mics again and, and, and - well to put simply, everything that had to do with the sound tech (since he was sound tech guy after all).

Erik was there to help him out, which he was very thankful for since he wasn't quite sure how he would have been able to do it alone. Tucker attached the mics to the actors, making sure they were concealed within their costumes properly. He wished them all the best of luck with the phrase "Break a leg!" once the mics were on properly. When done with the final actress, the lead: Maria, he gently squeezed her shoulder and gave her a warm smile. "You'll do great." his tone was gentle and caring. Every time he looked at her he still got reminded of their little moment a couple days back at the exact theatre they both stood in now. It was a little awkward and he stuttered more than usual when he talked to her - which was also more than usual lately for a reason he can't explain. He just always wanted to talk to her during rehearsals. He was still very confused about everything and the demons at night seemed to be harder to overcome since that day but he needed to stay positive, at least for this festive day - especially since it was Opening Night.

He left and trotted back up towards the sound booth where Erik was already at. Knowing the man had other things to take care of and other places to be, Tucker immediately went over to his bag and grabbed a small gift bag. It contained a present that he had to think little about, he pretty much knew Erik would enjoy it. It was a bottle opener in the shape of a beer mug (like the one from The Simpsons!) and a pack of premium smokes. He straightened up and handed it over to Erik, "Merry Christmas buddy." he grinned.

As the audience quieted down and everything but the stage began to dim, Tucker knew he had to get his head in the game now. He shooed Erik away rudely as a joke (but laughed it off immediately because his conscience couldn't handle being rude to his friend - even as a joke) and shut the sound booth door and placed his long fingers on the control panel. His eyes danced around all the buttons and knobs, "We've been working well so far, don't you dare betray me now little fella's" he whispered. He peered down at the stage, spotting Julius slowly approaching front and center. His hands came to life as he turned the knob to activate his director's mic.

Julius's voice filled the entire theatre as he began his introduction.