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Adam has been in Siren Cove for four days now and in those four days he's heard a lot of stories circulating around town about the current state of the Matriarch and the situation the sirens now find themselves in. For Adam, it works in his favour. His family has never belonged to any enclave, has never answered to any Matriarch and the problems going on now give him the opportunity to slip into town unnoticed.

It won't last, he's sure of that, but that doesn't mean he's not enjoying the chance to move into his new condo without worrying about how he's going to present himself.

Rather, he'd be enjoying himself if it didn't seem like the movers were going to drop ever second box. A year ago and Adam would have done it himself. A year ago he would have talked some friends into helping him, bugged his little brother until he agreed to drive the van, and they would have unloaded together. He would have bought beer and pizza -- or convinced someone to give him beer and pizza anyway -- and it would have been an experience, even if it hadn't been fun.

But now his brother is dead. Most of his friends don't call anymore. And Adam's scars prevent him from doing much of anything when it comes to moving boxes.

"Jesus Christ, I'm going to have a heart attack before this is over," he says loud enough for the movers to hear as they manhandle another box off the truck, nearly dropping it in the process. "Please don't kill all my things before they even make it inside."

[Adam's in front of his new condo, a lovely building near the beach. Dry run tags can be considered canon if you'd like, or if you want to start fresh, I'm okay with that, too. :D]

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"So what's the purpose of a familiar exactly?" Adam asks curiously. It's not something he knows much about and anything he does know has been gleaned from popular culture, comics and TV shows, nothing with any sort of basis in reality. Not that many people would think witches or sirens had any basis in reality, but here they are, the whole lot of them.

"Do they have powers of their own or are they just pets that are exceptionally in tune with how you feel and your thoughts?"

[davin]

"I'm still learnin' myself, but I think it's a little bit o' both, actually," Davin tells him thoughtfully. "He's just a baby, but he's already so in tune with me, an' we can communicate in a way. Not with words, obviously, but it's like he looks at me an' he just knows, an' vice versa."

Davin is obviously thrilled, practically vibrating with energy as he describes his bond with Edan. It's something so incredible, and he can't deny that it makes him incredibly happy. "He's meant t'protect me, an' he'll eventually be able t'feed off o' my magic, I think."

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"There's obviously a lot about witches and magic I don't know," Adam says, looking both interested and amused at the same time. Even having been a siren his whole life, his family had never really encouraged him to branch out and discover other magical people. Of course, his parents had been rather arrogant in their way and while it's rubbed off on Adam some, he doesn't carry that same sense of superiority.

He thinks he deserves to have nice things in his life, but he doesn't think he's better than anyone else.

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"Well, I'm no expert myself, really," Davin says with a shrug. "My parents kept me away from magic, an' my history. They hate it."

A soft sigh escapes him and he shakes his head, giving Adam a smile. "But I've got contact with my gran now, an' she knows pretty much everythin'. I'm learnin' all the time. If ya have any questions, feel free t' ask me."

His smile goes a little teasing and he reaches out to lightly tap the tip of Adam's nose with his finger. "An' maybe someday you'll let me see your beak."

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Adam breathes out a little laugh at that and he almost flinches at the touch, but catches himself at the last moment. It's something he's going to have to get used to eventually, he realizes that. Most people don't flinch away from the slightest touch at all times and he'd like to think he can get over it. He used to be better at it, he used to welcome any touch anyone wanted to send his way.

"I promise it's not that interesting," he says. "And there's actually no beak. It's just my lower half."