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I see, well, then I suppose that's that.

[It is likely that Maverick had also extended them the same offer, to have them see their boy come home, but his letter was much the same. Alas.]

[To his proposal Maverick grins. He'd be happy to walk him around, though Percy likely doesn't realize the kind of gossip this may start. How funny, Maverick does not intend to say anything about it.]

Of course, I would be happy to. Thank you again, for humoring my curiosity.

[He will get up to go and fetch a proper evening robe to walk around in, so he does not get more reactions like Percy's. Something that hides his small frame properly.]

[ Percy is absolutely unaware of any gossip that may start because of it. Surely it's just the Headmaster reshowing an old student around? Percy has been gone for a bit, after all,a nd there are somethings he should know now that he's a teacher and not a precocious youth crawling around in places he shouldn't be!

He snorts softly to the thanks and waves a hand. ]

Thanking me? Oh, my friend, when have we become such strangers as you'd thank me for indulging the same curiosity you encourage in me, that we have shared since I was a wee brat sneaking into your office?

[ He huffs a little laugh and stands as Maverick moves to find a robe, reaching up to take his hair out of the ponytail finally, scruffing his fingers against the back of his head with a sigh to get the hair tension to relax as it cascades out.

Saints, accepting this position is going to be the end of him. Fool on him for thinking his crush was done with. He offers Maverick a smile when he returns, however, pleased. ]

Ready?

[There we go, Maverick pulls on his robe and pulls his hair down so he can pin it back up a little looser.]

Not at all, but even my ego and recognize when questions could be weightier than some. You've just returned home, and I would have hated to sour such a thing with my prying eyes. It gladens me to hear that I did not burden your heart, after all.

[He meets him at the door, holding it for him to step out first.]

Let's be off, I suppose I shall take you to the things that have changed in your time away. You'll be happy to know that the science labs have gotten an equipment update, there's all sort of new gadgets and doodads in there.

[ Oh Percy's eyes light up as Maverick mentions the new gadgets in the science labs. He steps out and waits for Maverick to join him, and as they begin to walk he'll begin to fulfill his promise to give Mavericks ears a thorough wearing.

He speaks about the people he met. A doctor with a little girl who was turned into a Vampire sadly young, but whose the sweetest little thing. The doctor might contact Maverick shortly to enroll her, as he spoke often of the Spire and the Headmasters acceptance of all.

As they move onto the science labs, Percy debates with him over the newer equipment. Explains and demonstrates some of the things he learned in the field, which he plans to include in curriculum for older students. It'll be helpful to have that knowledge.

Just in case.

And he takes in the Spire with the same eagerness as he did when he first arrived. Observes what's new. What's been updated. What remains the same with nostalgia.

And he's blissfully unaware of any giggles from students as they pass, who cheerfully greet them "Good evening, Headmaster! Hello Professor!" then run off whispering loudly between them. ]

[As if Maverick would turn down a proper Yap session from one of his favorite people. From someone who's letters he's coveted for years, who gets antsy between them, who speaks poetically of him to anyone who will listen to him. Who spent the entire day of his return staring wistfully out of his office window until he got word of his arrival.]

[Lucky Lily is not hear to really rib him about it.]

[Either way it's a lovely night as they step through the halls and Maverick helps reacquaint him with his home. Shows him all the things that's changed and all that hasn't. Shows him the places he might not have known about now that he's staff. Listens to him talk of his curriculum, and approves. Nothing wrong with being prepared.]

[Field experience is invaluable, after all. But he does make a note to keep an eye on it, among other things.]

[He catches the giggles of students of course, he's used to such things. He does catch the eye of a few of them who are being particularly loud to give them a look. Come now.]

[But him taking Percy by the elbow to lead him around is probably not helping matters.]

[After about a week or so and once Percy has settled in, he will arrange the exam as promised. They have a room sequestered from the rest of the clinic that should keep any curious eyes away. Maverick will be waiting for him in a few loose robes.]

[ The week passes and it does absolutely nothing to ease Percy's crush. He hides it well, keeps his yearning locked behind the doors of his room and his ridiculous journaling. Keeps himself professional the best he can.

But spending physical time with Maverick has slowly become both his dream and his Hells on Earth.

The jokes, they time spent together making Percy's lesson plans and debating on what to approve and pass up on, the staff get together to welcome him with his eyes drifting constantly over to the Headmaster. The dinners as they go over the sleeping potions to tweak them to fit Percy better.

The excuses Percy makes up in his own mind as to why he has to be near Maverick on any given day.

Then it's time for the examine and Percy realizes he's dreading it. He has no doubt about his professionalism... if it were anyone else. But he worries he's going to make a fool of himself and Maverick will see right through him. And then what?

He exhales softly as he steps into the room they have set up and there's Maverick waiting for him. His nerves ratchet up and his heart lodges somewhere in his spine. It takes him a moment - think of the scar he saw - to calm himself so he can approach. Smiles. ]

I promise to make no teasing comments, jokes, or pretend I found a nipple on your back. I swear on my status as a Healer.

[Yeah, he is also kind of regretting allowing him to do this, but for a lot of other reasons on top of his embarrassing pining. Of course the worries and nerves he has surrounding what Percy will eventually figure out have not gone away. He knows what Percy has promised, but it will be quite something else for it be known.]

[He feels foolish for stringing him along like this, but at the same time he wants to be honest with him, too. To just tell him. Wretched.]

[He's untying the robe once he enters, focusing on that as Percy gets his wits about him. he manages a little chuckle to his words.]

Professional as always, I see. Shall I sit down? Perhaps you'd like me to lay on the table?

[He drops the robes unceremoniously, leaving him bare for Percy to examine. There's a lot to look at, of course. His body is thin, but not so thin that he is skeletal, just perhaps on the cusp of being concerning. His skin has always been pale and his body temperature has always run cold, but Percy will find he does not possess a heartbeat, nor a pulse, and that he breathes seems to be something he has trained himself to do to look normal, but he will cease it as Percy looks.]

[Of course there are the scars, the big one Percy noted on his chest that goes through his heart and then exists on his back. There are also a number of thin surgical scars that run all along his body. They resemble autopsy scars.]

[And if that was not enough for Percy to hone in on, there are also a small smattering of ...scales around his hips, scattered down his spine. They shine black and blue.]

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[ Any sort of flustering or embarrassment that might have arisen to Mavericks words dies the moment that robe drops and Percy gets a proper look at his friend.

His throat tightens and he silently steps forward. The thinness is worrying, but only because Percy knows that this was Maverick before he turned. Or... is he not eating enough blood? Or just eating in general, since Percy knows he's not fully Vampire anymore.

Those soft little distressed noises are back again as he gently touches Maverick. At least it's helping curb his feelings, as he lets his hands wander. Press against his neck, feeling along his jaw and along his arteries (no pulse). No breathing, and the same chill runs through him as before. Skin cold but not clammy. Simply no internal heat being generated.

Barely any muscle to him, his ribs aren't disturbingly prominent but he can feel them both on his chest and along his back. He can feel the ridge of his spine. His friend is skinny. Too skinny.

Are those scales?

But that's not what he's really making noises over. No. While he's seen the large piercing scar, the other ones take him by surprise and deepen his distress. ]

Oh, Seamus, what happened...?

[ He's done enough hands on physical surgeries to know surgical scars. He traces them, taking them in. These are lines that a pathologist would leave behind. Except their scars. Vivisection. ]

[And Maverick is remarkably calm as Percy assesses. Though it brings him no joy to hear him make those kinds of noises when he looks at his body like that. He raises his arms as needed, standing still unless Percy wants him to turn. He does not watch him, though, rather keeping his eyes trained elsewhere in the room.]

[He's never really been self-conscious about his body, but this might be the first time he's felt the strange desire to be guilty over it. For it distressing Percy so as he examines.]

[When he gets to the scars he figured he'd be the most worried over he huffs a little laugh.]

Oh, don't look at me like that, this one was entirely voluntary, I promise.

[Here, he will stand so that Percy gets the best view of them.]

Does the Vampiric Anatomy Diagram not carry my likeness?

[ It takes Percy a moment to parse that, then he squawks. ]

That's you!?

[ How many years did he study that diagram with the other students, blissfully unaware of who he was looking at. He pulls back to give his friend an aghast look.

He's never going to be able to look at that diagram again. ]

I assumed you found a Vampire who had passed but been preserved! You-! Seamus!! What on earth possessed you to do such a thing?!

[ He restrains himself from shaking Maverick by sheer force of will, though it's obvious he wants to. Instead he huffs and ushers Maverick to sit back down, scowling as he continues the physical. His touch is gentle. ]

Why am I not surprised! I know the depths of your ridiculousness! Opening yourself up! Saints above!

[ Strange. Along with the scales, there's an odd sense about his friend. Vampire... at one point, but there's something more. He lightly scratches at a scale at Mavericks hip with his nail, careful not to hurt him. Lamia? Hm. No... ]

[He can't help but laugh. It's a great reaction, though he has the good grace to look apologetic the more indignant Percy becomes. He knows it comes from a place of concern, but it is always funny to him that they still use that illustration from a thousand years ago.]

When we founded the Order there was a great many things we did not know! What better way to fix it than to offer yourself up for examination, and personally I did not want to settle for a specimen that had already passed, when the best account could be gotten from someone fresh!

[He takes a seat on the table, watches him fuss with the scales a little.]

I was drugged out of my gourd during the process, I hardly felt a thing.

[He hums a little.]

Would you like a rather wretched hint that you'll be cross with me over?

That's so irresponsible!

[ He's so indignant over it indeed! He huffs aggressively, scowling. Grumbles softly under his breath as he investigates along Mavericks legs. There's no pulse there either, but he can test reflexes. Feel for any abnormalities. There's nothing outright obvious, which satisfies him.

What he quickly learns is if there was anything living once about Maverick, there isn't anything there anymore. He tugs gently at his friends skin, watching the way it snaps back, humming.

The idea of a hint makes him pause, glancing at him thoughtfully. ]

Let me asks some questions, first! After I do this.

[ He puts his hands on Mavericks shoulders, then shakes him. ]

Never do something so ridiculous again! Ever!

[A lot of the things he and Lily did back at the start would have gotten Percy riled up, he suspects.]

Very well!

[That's fair, though he thinks Percy will be mad at him regardless, especially now. He's shaken but he still has the audacity to laugh.]

Not to worry, my dear. I got quite a lot of that experimentation out of my system a thousand years ago. There's not much else my body will be good for these days. We've all but picked it clean.

[If Percy hits him for that, it is probably deserved. He reaches for his hair to start braiding it out of the way. His hair is still in good condition, at least.]

[ Oh how dare he laugh! And then say that! Oh!! With an aggrieved noise he reaches up and pinches Mavericks ear at the tip, giving it a - relatively gentle - pull. ]

If you make me go grey before my time, I will make your life miserable!

[ Knowing how annoying it is to braid your own long hair, Percy moves to help Maverick, thinking of his questions as he does. It's also soothing and helps him calm down again. ]

Mmm... first question. You said you were once a Vampire. Are you technically not anymore, despite some Vampire like traits?

Oh? I think you'd look rather charming with a streak or two of white.

[Hm, was that too much of an overt flirt? He should try better to keep himself in check. Especially as Percy takes his hair from him and braids.]

That's correct, very astute. I was very much turned around the inception of the Order, that is how our knowledge of Vampires became so robust when before most was shrouded in superstition.

[He hums thoughtfully.]

I think if you were to call me a proper Vampire today, I can think of a few who would get their knickers in a twist over it. My reliance on blood is less of an all consuming thirst and more of a nuisance that makes me cranky from time to time.

[ Was that a flirt? Or was it just Maverick? Percy chews on the inside of his cheek and tries not to think about it. The man is old, and while he counts Maverick as his dearest friend and thinks about kissing him, surely the man wouldn't look at someone as young as him and see anything he hasn't seen before.

Oh that- he's not gonna think about that.

Instead he hums softly to Mavericks reply, thoughtful as he gathers his hair carefully to gently braid it. ]

Mm, I see. Are you a physical combination of something? Vampire and Siren, for example, or Lamia? Or would you say your change is-

[ Hm, spiritual is not the word he's looking for, nor is mental. More than magical. Ah! ]

-metaphysical?

[Percy would be surprised, or perhaps not surprised, to find the man very closed off to most. That he has let Percy in this far is a bit of a surprise. Perhaps someone in the staff will comment as such later.]

Hmm...that's not a bad way to put it, I think.

[And then, Percy will find the hair he's braiding to suddenly fall from his hands- no, fall through his hands, and Maverick's form becomes transparent, though a bit of smokes begins to rise off of him, dark in color mixing with his hair, giving him an almost ghostly quality.]

The physical form is something I consciously choose to inhabit.

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Oh!

[ The hair suddenly turning intangible and falling through his hands, combined with his friends translucent look and the smoke, makes him pause. Carefully he reaches out again to touch Mavericks ghostly form, seeing if he's simply not "there" anymore. ]

Fascinating...

[ He breathes the word out in curiosity and deep interest. A conscious effort to retain physical form. He huffs a little laugh. ]

Perhaps Banshee shouldn't have been marked out.

[ Hm, but no. A Banshee doesn't fit his friend. One, he has never heard of a male formed one. Two, a harbinger of sorrow and death doesn't seem like something his friend would be. ]

Mm... have you ever made a pact with another being?

[There is a chill when touching him, but it's not a harsh one, painful. No, there's strangely something comforting about it. Like the feeling of returning home from a snowy night.]

You were surprisingly close with that one I suppose, but I won't tell you in what way.

[He returns to form, and that presence shifts away.]

Mm...No. Not in the way you may be thinking, but I will say I have made an agreement with something that directly lead to this.

[ That sensation is so strange. It's not bad. Almost soothing. Like a offer to close his eyes and simply relax. Float away, maybe.

Hm.

Close to Banshee?

He moves his hands as Maverick returns to normal, his hands automatically gathering Mavericks hair back up to continue to braid it. He's silent as he ponders his friends words.

Exhales softly. ]

Certainly not a demon.

[ It's not a question. A statement. He knows Maverick would not contact a creature considered so vile. He considers his friends state. The ability. That he's no longer a Vampire. Remembers how he misted away. The smoke and comforting feeling.

His friends almost pout that he didn't consider something more powerful. Demi-Saint.

Inhales sharply. ]

Seamus, are you a Saint or Saint Heir?

[He laughs a little at that. Certainly he's been called demon before. Mostly by his family.]

[It's nice for the moment as Percy thinks. Maverick falls quiet too, wondering if what he's doing is proper, if this game is going to destroy something between them. He's never spoken of what he was to anyone but Lily and Eochaidh, never let anyone else get this close to the answer.]

[What is he doing... he's being a fool.]

[Percy's guess gives him a little wiggle room, buys him a little time.]

Hm, much better. I like those guesses better.

[He taps his fingers a little, not at all a nervous tick.]

Though even I know what a lofty, egotistical thing that would be to claim. I wonder, what would you even make of such a thing? That the person sitting before you holds a concept in their hands as their dominion.

[ The twist around the question and the return of his own question solidifies the idea a little in his mind. Whatever Maverick is, he's unsure of whether he wants Percy to know. Or unsure of how Percy will react.

And said healer hums gently, setting the braided hair over Mavericks shoulder and moves to gather Mavericks robe to sling it around his shoulders for him, then sit down beside him, shoulder to shoulder. ]

I don't know.

[ His voice is soft, thoughtful, as he folds his hands into his lap. Considers. ]

The Order, this Spire and you, have taught us to accept the unfathomable. Every student here digs into the practical and theory of magic. The Saints are beyond our ken but we know they exist. Or existed. The very belief system of this world surrounds them.

[ But... the idea his friend, his best friend, his mentor and his crush is... a Saint? Or something akin to one?

Silence for a longer moment, then snorts and gently elbows him in the side. ]

Have you been it the entire time I've known you? If yes, then nothing changes.

[He makes a noise as the robes are settled on his shoulders, and he feels Percy's comfortable weight beside him. It gives him a moment to compose himself, to try and get a rational head about all this.]

[He has already committed this far, has strung Percy along all this way, dangling a carrot before him, what kind of monster would he be to yank it back at the last second? Because he, the one who taught to seek knowledge and truth suddenly couldn't handle the truth being given.]

[In a rare show of nerves, Maverick clasps his own hands and holds them tightly together.]

...

[And why is it that he's suddenly so scared of telling him? Would he truly be so devastated if Percy could not accept it? Yes, he thinks so. That is the crux of this, isn't it. But it seems like ...Percy has it figured out, and so with his composure intact, with their closeness intact, he is assuring him things won't change.]

[Does he choose to believe him? Maverick sits for a very long moment, perhaps too long, before he sighs.]

My family never learned it, that I can recall, that the bastard they detested harboring so inherited the will of the bloodline. I never thought much of it myself until I found myself on the front line of that pointless war I mentioned before. When the horseman's lance ran me through.

[He looks up, gaze distant, as he thinks back to that time.]

I experienced True Death as a vampire that night, but as I crossed the veil I was taken by the hands by my Saint and she said to me "There is still so much for you to learn."

[ Oh, his poor friend. Percy has never seen Maverick like this. This confident charismatic man suddenly showing nerves like a student whose been caught doing something they shouldn't. Their roles reversed.

Hesitating only briefly, he reaches out with one hand to take one of Mavericks, folding his other hand over it gently to give him reassurance. Listens as he finally sighs and begins to talk. That he was always a Heir in line for Sainthood, but it wasn't until the War when he came into it.

Wasn't until he was lanced through and crossed the veil. That mythical line between all that is and ever will be, and the mortal realm.

But what he is. Who he is. ]

Death?

[ The Saint of Death? ]

Astute as always.

[He says it almost breathlessly, though he squeezes his hand for a moment. He's prepared for Percy to wrench away from him. After all, what kindness would a Healer have left for Death?]

The Saint of Mourning and Remembrance is the title I've inherited.

[So "Death" in a manner, but there is nuance to what his domain really is. What he governs. It's not as cut and dry as Death. Most Saint titles are this way, though they often get simplified over time.]

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