(2018-04-06) Fire Meets Fire
Fire Meets Fire
Summary: Two magical fire students meet
Date: 2018-04-06
Related: None
NPCs: None
Scene Runner: NA

The sun set about forty minutes ago, sending the world into absolute darkness. At least until you get to the Estate and their perimeter lights. Once the sun went beyond the horizon, the temperature starts dropping quickly. Out of the darkness, Ashton walks along the rock driveway, wearing a tee shirt, a pair of jeans, and a flannel shirt tied around his waist. Tucked under his arm is a skateboard. He looks as if he doesn't notice the chill in the air at all. What he does notice is the burning in his legs from the long walk to the estate.

Sierra is on the porch, tapping away on the keyboard of her laptop. The sound of footsteps on the gravel have her looking up to see a complete stranger - so many new students this year. Did all the old ones die? The Latina is dressed in yoga pants and a loose t-shirt, not one for stylish looks. "You meant to be here?" she asks flatly once the incredibly young looking boy gets close enough.

Ashton smirks slightly, "Well, I suppose on who you ask. Me, I'd like to say that I don't, but unfortunately, my grandparents and the administration here would disagree with me." He continues walking towards the house. He offers a bit of a tired smile, "I've seen you a couple of times, but I don't think we have ever actually crossed paths. I'm Ashton Talbot."

"You've seen me? You have x-ray vision?" Sierra smirks in reply before looking him over. "They dumped you here, Ashton? That your story?" She lowers the screen of her laptop to avoid anyone seeing what is on there before she introduces herself. "I'm Sierra. Sierra Jiminez. Ares. Bonded with an Aztec god is the short story."

Ashton cocks his head, "No, I'm just observant. Also Ares." He arches an eyebrow, ala Mr. Spock. "Well, I'm a naturally powerful sorcerer. I create fires, especially if I'm upset, and oh yeah, apparently my father was a world destroying demon, that happens to be the same demon that one of the other students here happens to have been sacrificed to repeatedly for several thousand years." The boy hmms, to himself, "Yeah that pretty much sums it up."

"Fire? Really?" Sierra snorts in amusement. "We should get on just fine…wait…what? They sacrifice students here? Great…I think I know who gets to be that one. Who else but the token Mexican? Fuck…I knew I should have stayed home. Who was your mother? Must be quite a lady to survive that time with your dad."

Ashton shakes his head, "No, not here. Before Besa was brought here, not here. No in fact a bunch of us are trying to stop it from happening again." He looks at Sierra for a moment, "Why? Not disagreeing, oh.. You do fire too?" His expression becomes more sullen. "I wouldn't know. She died giving birth to me, when she was sixteen years old."

"Sixteen? Damn. That's how old I am" Sierra frowns at this realisation. "Yeah, I think you should stop it happening again." She lifts one hand and a ball of fire appears around it. "That Aztec god was primarily a fire god but can do other things too. Yeah, guess we'll get on like a house on fire." A wry little smile. "Though most people just call me a bitch."

Ashton takes a few steps back, so that he's nowhere near the house itself. He closes his eyes and holds out his hand, which becomes sheathed in yellow and green flames, which casts and eerie and unnatural light. The flames are lapping over his skin without harming him. He clutches his fist and the flames extinguish suddenly. "I'm still working on controlling it… I got kicked out of my old school, because I kind of burned down the library four months ago." He snorts, "Better than being called demon and having them want to kill you for it."

"I know all about being called a demon' Sierra laughs. "At least you do not come from a Catholic country where they are very serious about these things. I was lucky that my local bishop knew me and my family well and was able to hold back the crowds. Ever seen a mob with torches and pitchforks?" She nods to her laptop. "Who would think we are living in the 21st Century? I like the color of your flames…but sorry to hear about the library. Though, this place, lost the last school to a dinosaur invasion so they are used to such things."

Ashton shakes his head, "Can't say that I have ever seen a mob with torches and pitchforks. I have seen half the football team hunting for your ass because you pranked them by switching out the Gold Bond powder for itching powder… " He smirks, "I was talking about being called demon and being threatened being here, at the school." The dark haired boy runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and out of his eyes. "Well, other than getting kicked out, it was no real loss. Besides Grandfather donated a new library to keep things quiet."

"Itching powder…that's pretty funny" Sierra laughs. "Though I guess I can understand why they'd want to kill you for that. Are you saying someone at this school threatened you? My English is not my best so I might have misunderstood you. I have never been called a demon at this school…though sometimes by people outside the school. You will find that I spend a lot of time going back and forth to Mexico depending on relationships between the two countries."

Ashton shrugs with an impish grin, "Well, they should have just decided that since they were the football team that they could just do whatever they want." The boy nods, "Oh, two pretty much to my face, and then another two didn't say it, but was thinking it." He steps up on the porch and sits down, "Would it help if I spoke Spanish then? Granted I doubt it is as good of your English, which is pretty damn good, by the way."

"Thanks. Though some think I swear too much. This is what happens when I learn from movies" Sierra smirks before a frown appears. "Tell me who said it here at this school and I will help you make them feel really bad about it. I can teach you Spanish if you want. It can become the demon language for school."

Ashton shakes his head, "Nah, I have handled the situation, and now we're all on the same page." He chuckles, "No, I think demon is the demon language at the school. " He smiles and speaks in fairly fluent Spanish. "I don't necessarily need to learn to speak Spanish as practice to keep from losing it."

Sierra smiles at Ashton's fluent Spanish. "You come from California? Texas? You speak Spanish well. It will be nice to speak it with someone" "Though I also need to speak English so that I can learn it properly" she adds. "What kind of classes are you interested in? And I can hack your grades if you like."

Ashton chuckles and shakes his head, "New York State actually. Well, we can give each other practice." He cocks his head, "You're a hacker? How good are you? Like actually, no bull shitting."

"Pretty good" Sierra shrugs. "I'm not in prison or detention…or had my laptop taken away" she smiles a little proudly. "Sounds like there is something you need doing. Why don't you tell me about it? See if I can help."

Ashton chews on his lower lip. "Well, you see… Until a month ago, I thought I knew who my father was… since then I discovered that some demon is my father, that the doctor who delivered me and was the best friend of the guy I thought was my father has been poisoning me for years to keep me sick and dependent on him. And Besa keeps saying that my Grandfather's fraternity is a good of demon worshipers… I don't know where to find answers to any of this."

"This sounds familiar" Sierra muses, her brow furrowing in thought. "I think Tabitha used to have this problem too. Or one very much like it. Give me the name of this doctor and the fraternity and I'll see what I can find out. How does Besa know this stuff?"

Ashton furrows his brow slightly. "I don't know a Tabitha. Is she still a student? Anyway, his name is Dr. Stephen Westbrook. He's currently on the run from the police, and the fraternity is the Order of the Gnostic Flame. My grandfather joined them when he was at Oxford University." He raises his eyebrows, "You know Besa? Um.. he's the one that was sacrificed to the demon that may be my father… and he remembered the fraternity's symbol from one of his past lives."

"I know Besa's name…may have met them once. Pre sacrifice…or is it post sacrifice? All these lives are confusing. Tabitha was expelled but she used to still hang around. She was my girlfriend" Sierra replies, a little sad at the last bit. "But I haven't seen her for a long time. Can you get me a copy of the symbol?" She is already typing in the names for future reference. "Was your grandfather a demon?"

Ashton frowns, "I'm sorry. I really am. I don't know how I would handle if Louk wasn't around, not that his mother and my Grandfather would love to see that happen." He nods slightly, "Yeah, I can. It might take me a day or two to find it on one of the photos of my grandfather. It never leaves his finger." He starts laughing, "While I'm sure that some people might think this he is, but no, Grandfather is not a demon."

"Then he's not really your grandfather" Sierra points out. "That might be important to remember when we have to do some nasty stuff to beat them. Just saying." Then a little giggle and a shake of her head. "I think it is compulsory for superheroes to be gay" she notes. "At least at this school. I hope your Louk doesn't disappear. It hurts…and I have really bad luck with girlfriends."

Ashton cocks his head, "Grandfather is my mother's father. This I know to be a fact. He and my grandmother raised me, but they always made sure that I knew about my mother. Well, Grandmother did. Grandfather generally doesn't like to talk about her, except on my birthday." which is also the day she happened to die. "because I kept asking him about her when I was little. So, on her birthday and mine, he lets me into his office, which is where he keeps the photos and old home videos of her." He frowns, "Well, if Grandfather or Louk's mother have their way, I wouldn't ever see him again."

"Ah, I see. Mother's side. No one from your father's side? Nice of them to tell you about your mother. You'd think they'd keep quiet…or lie" Sierra muses. "And don't worry about parents and grandparents. What are they going to do? Stop the guy with the fancy yellow fire from seeing the guy he loves? Pfft…if they want you to be around, they're gonna have to get used to it."

Ashton chews on his lower lip. It is obvious a nervous twitch when he's uncomfortable with talking about something. "What we always believed was that the guy my mother had been dating and knocked her up. When she told him she was pregnant, he broke up with her and refused to acknowledge me as his. His parents, which had plans for him to go into politics, didn't want having a child with an under-aged girl to screw up those plans. For years, even after he died in a car crash, they refused to have anything to do with me. Then I just stopped trying." His voice hitches slightly, "I guess he was right when he said that he wasn't my father."

"I guess so" Sierra nods. "You have nothing to do with them. I've never known what it is like to be an only child. Must be pretty weird. But this doctor guy is in with that family, right? Maybe they know more than you think. Sacrifice their son to be part of the benefits? Wouldn't be the first time."

Ashton starts chuckling. "I have never known what it is like to not be. I got to meet the siblings of one of my friends here. It was fun to watch. I have to admit, I am kind of jealous. Growing up, it was just me, my grandparents, which were generally too busy, and the servants, which weren't supposed to really interact like that with me." He frowns, not liking the sound or implications of any of that. He just nods to the question of the family and the doctor. Such duplicitous thinking is not really natural for them way too young and innocent looking boy.

Sierra is Mexican. She's used to wealthy white people screwing her over so of course her mind drifts to lies and betrayal. "Servants? That must be nice. I don't suppose any of them will talk to you away from your family? Servants see a lot, Ashton. More than their masters realise." She taps her laptop. "But you've given me plenty to work with for now."

Ashton frowns slightly, "Only Martha. She's been with us as long as I can remember. Other than her, very few stay with us for more than a season or two. Well, except for the guards, and none of them have ever been the slightest bit friendly. But they are payed to guard, not be friends."

"Maybe Martha has something to say?" shrugs Sierra. "Unless she is one of them. Or maybe you should try some of those who weren't there for long. Some of them might have been sacked for what they saw. I dunno…just trying to help out." She looks up at the dark sky. "We should probably get inside before some teacher comes out to get us."

Ashton nods. "I'll try talking with Martha and write down all the names that I can remember." He stands up, "Yeah, it is getting pretty late. Thank you, Sierra for helping me with this."

Sierra closes her laptop and gives Ashton a one-armed hug. "Us freaks have to stick together" she whispers before a wink, and then she's heading inside, holding the door open for Skater Boy.

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