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Coleo is doing her usual idle pose; cleaning a very clearly clean glass as she surveys the bar for the night, she's still getting used to the telekinetic nature of her new body. There's a thing, it's hard to explain, where she goes on a thought tangent, but she has to be hypercritical of even this. Is this true idle thoughts? Or is her mind trying to say something to her? For instance, she was recalling those Undead that came in a few weeks ago, a corpse, a revenant and a Chthonic thing were it? But the fourth one, a stitched together band of body parts, that tried to stop a Human attacking that vampire. Whatever happened to that guy? She keeps fixating about it, loses her place in the world, she can feel the little tips and vibrations in the wood around her. As if the bar top was bending somehow, the glasses behind her jitter and shake in a symphony, like they're singing a song to the cosmos itself, to what purpose? What lyric does this force passing through the glass speak? All of sudden... It stops. Coleo shoots up her back straight like waking up from a spell, just in time to see the entrance door swing open.

In through the night creeps a figure that has never stepped foot in this place, yet somehow does so with the confidence only one intimately familiar with this space could exude. Their hand comes into the light first, as it holds the door open. It's odd, it's almost clay-like, you can see dust fly off from the surface, flaking off something old and dry. But the colour, it doesn't sync with that description. Can clay have blood? That's the warm tone that accompanies it, if such a thing could be real. The last irregularity comes from the bolts sticking up from the knuckles, with no clues as to their purpose immediately evident. Must pack a hell of a hook tho.

The rest of the hulking figure peers their way into the pub, in a long tanned overcoat, no shirt and dark grey combat trousers tucked into boots. Their hair is a mess of dark brown curls, that seem a little erratic in the way they fall on their head. How this is so gets answered quickly as Coleo spots more bolts coming out of their body, one in the middle of their chest, two on each side of their cheeks and two small one on either side of their nose. Just in a flash, blink, and you'll miss it, there seems to be sparks travelling between them, originating from their neon aqua coloured eyes. A current? It's weird, she'd expect if that was true something other than the sheer tranquillity they display on their face. She doesn't know how to word it, it's just 'peace' they exuberate 'peace' somehow. They found something the rest of the people on this planet are looking for if she could describe it.

Right behind them is a familiar face, however, looking practically unchanged from when she last entered this place. Freya the Vampire, the one with those Undead that Coleo was just thinking about... Wait, noooo did she really do it?

-Excuse me, can I get a pint of Mojito and a glass of Camila's Choice please? The Clay Figure asks.

-Oh, yeah. Coming right up.

Coleo fetches the bottle of the brand of blood and pours it into a wine glass, before beginning to make the cocktail. As she's shaking the cocktail shaker, her gaze never leaves the figure.

-I'm sorry if this is off base but... Is that you? Kreatur? Coleo asks.

The figure instinctively avoids her gaze, as they rub their hand on the back of their head, chuckling to themselves a little bit.

-Um, sort off? It's Franchie, these days. The figure replies. This is kind of my reboot era Freya calls it, hehe. New body, new me. Oh uh new pronouns too. uuhh one of them their uh they/thems now. Well for now I am! I'm taking a 'he' holiday for now at least, hehe. Oh gosh

Their gaze never meets Coleos the entire time, it's clear this is the first time they've ever thought about pronouns and it's clear they have no idea how to slip it in conversation naturally or anything. Coleo smiles at this goober coming a part at the seams with this reintroduction.

-I dunno why I'm blowing this so badly, it felt like you were cool about it when you told us your name change Coleo. Franchie admits. Aaah maybe I should've moved cities so I wouldn't have too.

Coleo laughs to herself, this is all too familiar.

-So uuhh, what do you think of how I look? They ask, raising their arms to show themselves off.

-You look good friend, you look Happy. Coleo replies. I hope you feel like you don't have to be a stranger anymore Franchie.

They smile upon hearing their name on a new person's lips, they take their drinks and head back to the table Freya is currently sitting on, just below the TV screen near the door they just came in.

-Soooooo? Asks Freya. How was your first night out with the new bod?

Franchie reclines in their chair grinning from bolt to bolt, letting off a minor discharge, which the floor of the pub almost shivers to in reaction.

-Fuck. Me. Freya it was so good, all the shit bits of the month feel so worth it now

-Yeah, a lot of needing to pick up your slippery body as you were learning to stand. So much of that, hours even. Freya comments.

-Feeling like you won't let me live that down anytime soon?

Freya chuckles and she leans over to kiss Franchie, softly dragging her hand from the side of their face as she returns to her seat.

-You know you have been my little project Homunculi, none of it was any bother to me darling. Freya reassures.

Franchie smiles in satisfaction, as they start to glance around the room, before returning their gaze onto themselves. They slowly run their hands down the side of their waist, hitting the curves where their hips began and boy do those hips BEGIN. Freya notices this and replies.

-It's just I spent so long, years even, just assuming I could ask nothing of this body. It was just a body, a body is something to be used, to die for something. A key, a tool, a piece for someone else's machinations. First it was my father, then the Monster's cause. I never stopped to think it could be an instrument for my happiness. I thought my gender like... Doomed me. No one desires me, not really. It used to hurt thinking about that, but now I know I was sitting in a mold of Humane design... Yeah. I get it. Now I'm something capable of softness, this body can take things in, instead of colliding with things. I never thought I got to think like that...

Franchie starts to wipe away a tear forming in their eyes, even that mercy, is new for them. Freya claps her claws between Franchie's fingers. God look at them, this thing she helped bring into existence. She beams with pride, she could not love this thing more, as them and as an extension of her own magnificence.

Just then a loud spread of force shakes through the air, a shot? Like a gunshot? There's no way.

-I know you Freaks are holed up in there! Why don't you respect the wishes of the Good Working Class People of Colchester and close this place down!

The voice is coming from outside, with the clear noises of Monsters in distress coming from outside.

Freya smirks, that way where her fangs peek out from her top lip which drives Franchie crazy. But they have no time to notice, as they recoil in their chair a litle bit.

-This is the real test my darling. Freya reveals. You embody that softness, but softness is not weakness. you have the tools to resist the world's malice and not lose that softness.

The anxiety leaves Franchie's face, as they look at Freya with a firm nod.

-Go get 'em. Encourages Freya

Franchise's hulking figure steps outside, greeted by the scene of a Human in Huntsman attire, swinging around a hunting rifle in one hand and some kind of document in the other. Franchie takes a deep breathe with their eyes closed, before slowly opening them to address the Human.

-Sir, you're scaring the Monsters inside. I am giving you a chance now to leave us alone.

-Otherwise you'll kill us? Just let you back in their knowing you're all plotting to take over and take our kids? We Humans are defenseless and we all want this place shut down for our safety! The council wants this place gone, we want it gone, stop being so self-centred and insisting on staying. The Huntsman argues.

-You're defenceless? Swinging a gun around while we're keeping to ourselves?

-We NEED to! How can we protect ourselves against you turning all our kids into Monsters and tu-

Franchie with the calmness of perhaps, going to pet a small cat, places his palm over The Huntsman's head. Takes a huge inhale, as his eyes begin to emit a glowing light. Afterwards, a surge of currents courses through his body and through the Humans, with such ferocity that no sound is capable of leaving his form. Just like the Human Freya killed a few weeks back, the Human cannot keep the fiction of his life intact anymore and just melts through Fracnhie's very fingers and collides with the floor in a crashing flop. Like a drip from the fawcet landing in a puddle at terminal velocity. Fracnhie reacts in no meaningful way to this and just returns to the pub as they left it.

Inside he gives a meaningful nod to Coleo, who is already on the phone to an MCP representative, who will come to clean up the mess left behind. She reckons no one pre-emptively has prepared for this escalation tonight. Sometimes the Huntsman fill up their number with such malice that they cannot possible predict what some of their members will do with that seething white bubbling inside them. They got the time.

The Clay Figure just sits back to the seat they occupied earlier, with a shaken sigh as the tension leaves his body.

-I'm proud of you darling. Remarks Freya.

-Should you be though? Franchie Replies. I know we've talked about this but... I just feel like violence is me receding to what I was somewhat.

-You might not be able to see it. But I do. That night you tried to save me and just then? Night and Day. A brittle amalgamation of toughness and the quiet solidity of the softness you displayed tonight. It's an energy no Human can harvest.

Franchies sits uncomfortably in their seat, perhaps they're not convinced completely about that. Freya downs the rest of her blood and walks up to the Homunculi's side and drags them up by their arm. She places her hands inside their coat and onto their hips as she presses her body onto theirs.

-Come now, let's depart this place, to that one club you're on about that never seems to close even past 1 in the morning. We have plenty of time to navigate your softness there. Freya suggests.

Franchie is slowly brought to smirking as Freya leans in for another kiss, before dragging them away by the arm to the exit. They both give Coleo a little wave, which she returns, before heading off into the night.