Owner	Pose
Andrea	After having a wonderful dinner out with Dazzler, Andrea returns home to her condo. She's wearing a pair of skinny jeans with a hits at the knee floral printed sundress. "I'm home, babe!" She calls out as she flips her purse on to the couch, giving a long stretch of her body. "I also brought you home some dinner from Murrilos. I got you a chorizo fajita with beans and rice." As she takes the bag of warm food to the kitchen, she hums to herself, tapping some music on her speaker dock. The condo is a huge, wrap around glass filled with spacious rooms, white carpet and black colored leather furniture. With the city of New York in the distance, the whole world is lit up in bright lights with the sounds of the city muted and barely heard from their great height of sixteen stories.
Jay Guthrie	From the bedroom comes Jay, dressed as he usually is when home. A pair of baggy jeans with a tank top. His red wings are folded behind him, in full view. At least for those in the condo. Probably won't be long before the press gets a shot of them at this rate. It's something he is coming to accept as inevitable considering his choice of girlfriend. Although, technically, she chose him. He just finally woke up and smelled the coffee. "Heya," he calls as he walks toward the kitchen, feet bare and silent on the floor as he moves. He moves into the room to give her a quick hug and kiss before moving to poke at the food bag.
Nevada	Several minutes into the food unpacking, someone appears in the hallway. Nevada steps out of the elevator with his nose turned into the crisp, almost sterile air of the meticulously kept hallway. He wasn't supposed to be here, but he'd waited through eighteen years of ignorance and questions. Rules were a bit beneath his ability to care for at the present. He moves down the hall in no hurry, but his stiff slight limp doesn't make quick stepping very comfortable even if he was. He's unassuming, dressed simply in old jeans, a white t-shirt, and an unbuttoned solid blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up. He's got an untidy shock of black hair that's serving as a nest for a pair of sunglasses and dark brown eyes some might call soulful, if they weren't clouded with melancholy. He's humming lowly to himself as he walks up to the door, checks the number once, then gives the door a knock.
Andrea	The cameras in the hallway catch the movement, giving an alert to Andrea and Jay's phone. As she glances down to it, she taps the alert to pull up the large TV mounted on the wall in the living room. At the sight of Nevada, she furrows her brows a bit. "Huh. I don't recognize that guy. Doesn't look like he's delivering anything." She leans in to give Jay a bite to his shoulder gently, then taps a button on her phone to speak into the microphone. "Hi there! What can we do for you?" She uses the term we, not I. A way of saying: I'm not alone.
Jay Guthrie	At the knock, Jay frowns and pokes his head out of the kitchen to peer at the door. It was just a thing people did. Not like he had x-ray vision to see through it but he still looked at the door as though it would give some clue as to who is outside. When Andrea pulls up the image, he glances and shakes his head. "Not a clue. Isn't familiar to me either."
Nevada	What did he want? Nevada didn't come here expecting to even find himself in front of the door getting a response, so her question seems to leave him momentarily dumbfounded. He briefly sucks on a teeth as he thinks for a second, scratching at the back of his neck as his eyes rove left, right, up - where's the closest camera? Ah, there. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a worn, faded, and discolored photo that looks to have been taped a few times. He holds it up towards the camera, and on it are two dark-haired babies who couldn't be more than a few days old in the arms of a woman Andrea would find unmistakable, if much younger. One finger of the holding hand taps against one of the babies. "That you?"
Andrea	As she watches him hold the picture up in front of the camera, Andrea walks closer to her large TV to stare up at it. Her eyes track towards the image of her mother, instantly recognizing her, then looks to the babies. There is a frown across her face, arms folded over her chest as she shifts her weight. "I'm an only child." She says as her voice comes through the speakers. "I don't have any siblings. Sorry." Though as she speaks, her eyes are darting towards a picture of her own family on the coffee table. The two women are identical.
Jay Guthrie	Jay peers at the person behind the photo for a moment or two then shifts his attention to the photo. What. The. For Heaven's sake, that certainly looked like Andrea's mother. "Andrea?" he says softly to her, glancing at her. He sees her focus on that picture, her family. Her mother, who was one of the scariest people he had met on the planet. Who looked just like the woman in the picture being held up to the camera. "Maybe she was holding another baby at the time? One that belonged to a sister or friend?" he tries to offer as an explanation.
Nevada	"Mmhm." Nevada hums flatly. He's staring at the camera with those dark eyes as if he was seeing right back through the lens, and his eyes do not look at all fooled. The same dark eyes on the baby next to Andrea. "Maybe you don't then and I tracked down the wrong woman then. They say we all have dopplegangers out there, right?" With a flick of his wrist, he drops down the picture and slides it back into the pocket from whence it came. He gives the camera a little two-fingers-off-the-brow salute before turning around with a parting, "Sorry to bother you." over his shoulder.
Andrea	Chewing on her bottom lip, Andrea gives a glance over to Jay, then looks back to her father. Red hair. Bright fucking red hair, then back to her mother, then back to the camera. Tom has blue eyes, she has dark brown. She glances to her mother's picture again, then back to the young man standing in the hallway. "What's your name?" She calls through as her thumbs start to tap away at the glass. 'Mom. Someone is at the house claiming to be my brother. He has a picture of you holding two babies.' The phone beeps back in her hands, almost instantly. 'Shit.' ".. Shit?" She taps away again. 'What do you mean by that? Mom?' This time, the phone doesn't ping back.
Jay Guthrie	"Shit?" Jay isn't privvy to the typed conversation. He can guess who she is texting but he can't see it to actually know the words. But hearing that one word response from Andrea? He moves to the door and flips the lock, opening it. "I think we all need to talk. And do anything stupid, I'll drop you before she gets the chance to do it herself." Big words from the winged man but he seems deadly serious as he offers to allow the stranger into the room.
Nevada	Almost in time, Nevada's opposing pocket starts to buzz and there's a low, bitter sort of chuckle that barely gets above his breathe as he mumbles. "...yeah yeah. We'll chat later, old man." At the voice of Andrea coming back through the door speaker, he looks back towards her door and replies, "Nevada. Nevada Armitage." He shifts restlessly there in the hall, adjusting which leg holds his weight with an unusual frequency as if he couldn't get comfortable holding still. But oh bless, the door opens. "Ah! Now I can put a face to the smell." Nevada says, as if that was something perfectly normal that people say by way of greeting. He holds out his arms there in the doorway as his eyes settle on Jay. "You're welcome to pat me down if it'd make you feel better." He says it in a way that's edged with cynicism, leaving it up in the air if it's an actual invitation or mockery.
Andrea	"Wait, Jay -- " He's already opening the door. It's as if all the air gets sucked out of her lungs as she glances down at her blank phone, then to the open door. Stepping out into the hallway, she stares at the young man for the first time, face to face, her nose giving a small 'sniff'. "He's clean. He doesn't have any weapons on him." She says as she glances over to Jay. "At least not a gun. No oils or gunpowder is on him." Her lips press tightly together. "Nevada Armitage. Well, since Icarus here invited you into our home, you may as well come in." She uses her boyfriend's code name, not his real one. A way to protect him by chance? As she steps back into the room, she rubs a hand along at her phone. 'Mom? His name is Nevada Armitage.' The phone pings back again: 'Baby, I'm so sorry.'
Jay Guthrie	Hearing the use of the codename, Jay just goes with it. He stays standing to the side as the pair return to the condo. Keeps his eyes focused on the stranger. It's good news there are no guns but no telling on others. He's half tempted to do the frisking but stops himself. Instead he folds his arms, showing off some well developed muscles but not too much bulk. His wings rustle behind him a bit as he watches and waits.
Nevada	Nevada steps into the apartment past them and keeps going towards the closest chair in his line of sight into which he promptly sinks with a graceless huff and a grimace. He doesn't look all that physically intimidating. He's built enough and athletic, but his pace and awkward gait strip him of the elegance of youthful power. "...shit." He mutters as he squeezes his eyes briefly shut before reopening them and looking back to the pair. "Alright. Your place, you get first shot. What do you want to know?" He says towards Andrea specifically, though he does keep Jay in his line of sight. "With the understanding I only know half of the story, you've got the other half. I have enough of the story though to know you're not who you think you are."
Andrea	"I know exactly who I am." Andrea says as she closes the door with a heavy thump. Definitely double sided steel. She turns the three deadbolts, then taps the TV off to clear the view of the hallway. That TV is also bigger than most people's kitchens. It's insanely wide and thin. Glancing down at her phone again, she mutters. "It doesn't appear that my mother is dropping any major bombs, outside of telling me she's sorry." Sticking the phone in her back pocket, she folds her arms over her chest as she stares down at the man. There is a presence about her. Alpha. Her entire posture is a show of dominance as she narrows her eyes, briefly flashing a hint of teeth. "So, let's say this is .. not a sick joke. Tell me your side of the story. I'll know if you're lying. I'd be able to smell it. Hear your heartbeat if it elevates."
Nevada	"Probably because they're busy having the screaming match that's been stewing all this time." Nevada says as he plucks out his phone from his pocket, showing a slew of ignored notifications. "Little bit of truth could have prevented that, but that's apparently been lacking since the start. So! Storytime." He says as he leans himself back in the chair, one or two vertebrae popping dully with the motion. "This goes back to when she was stationed overseas. See, long prelude short, she wasn't supposed to make it back. She was supposed to die. Her number was up, her bags were packed, her departure ticket was stamped, she was destined to shuffle off her mortal coil in a hail of gunfire and American glory. Except she didn't, because she'd impressed something that could stop death. Well, once. That's another story." He looks at them both briefly to make sure no one's going for anything sharp or dangerous to shut him up before continuing, "See, all those stories they scare children with to make sure they behave and stay in bed, brush their teeth and say their prayers? Monsters are real. Thane - that's dad - he wasn't a man. He wasn't that wardog that Mom thought he was either. He'd actually eaten the real one and took his place - also another story. He was a hellhound. She didn't have a military dog on her team, she had a demon."
Andrea	There is a slow blink from Andrea's eyes as she listens. Her head tilts to one side, then reaches out to slide her hand into Jay's, giving it a firm squeeze. Pulling him closer, she leans in against his arm as if he was a security blanket. ".. Okay. So .. you are .. saying that... our dad... is a hellhound ..." She trails off slowly. "My mom had sex with a dog?" May as well be blunt about it.
Jay Guthrie	Red wings are unfurled slighty, one wrapping almost protectively behind Andrea and giving her a feathering backdrop as she asks her question. The story had his attention but the question from his lady has him wanting to smirk. If it wasn't so awful to think about. He keeps his mouth shut and just continues to listen.
Nevada	Nevada lets out a lengthy sigh as he rubs a hand across his face. "...alright, we're getting off topic here. I-- yeah. Sure, even if he wasn't really a dog at that point, at least all of the time. Look, I didn't exactly take time out of my day to ponder the biological logistics of the arrangement. People are fucking weird, okay? They do weirder things under duress. We'll call it PTSD Blackout Drunk Goggles and leave it at that, because otherwise I'm going to need a drink." He waves the hand dismissively before putting it back on the arm rest. "Anyway! He was there to make sure things went the way they were supposed to until the bosses came to shuttle her soul off to wherever she was meant to go. Except he didn't. He used his power to keep her alive instead. Being that it goes against the cardinal law of a hellhound, he lost his power. He could be a man or dog, but nothing else. No power, no immortality. He will grow old and die or get shot on the street and die or get a nasty cold and die, because he didn't do his job. Worse, he then came on home with her and helped make up. Glossing over that part again, they ended up with us that probably should not have existed. Me, anyway. You got the lucky straw, Dad said. So he took me away. Mom kept you, and the lies began."
Andrea	As she leans into Jay, Andrea rubs at her face with her free hand as she listens to the story. "Just like that, huh? And my dad was none the wiser?" Her voice trails off as she glances off to the side, her face screwing up into one of frustration and anger. The hair on her arms prick up a bit. "I got the lucky straw? I don't think so. I'm a mutant werewolf." She says with a sneer in her voice. "I could have got a cool power, like.. making rainbows fire out of my hands or something, but instead I turn into a nightmare that has a taste for cats if I spend too long in one of my forms." Her eyes narrow a bit as she watches him, then glances over to Jay. She slides her phone back out of her pocket, looking at a number of missed notifications from her mother. More apologies, asking her to call after she missed three of them. As she launches her photo app, she pops her album open for her mom, then scrolls to the top. A family photo. Mom, visibly pregnant. Tom. A pitch black dog. She holds her phone out in front of her, staring. Her teeth grit. "Midnight." She says, speaking his name. "The dog's name was Midnight."
Nevada	"Cats are pompous dicks that breed like rabbits. Eat more of them." Nevada says with a snort before he shrugs. "What can I say? Humans... their lives are short and pretty thankless. If something makes them truly happy, they'll believe anything to keep it and defend it violently. Suppose I can't blame them." He looks to the picture of the growing family and the oversized shepherd, "That'd be him, before he started going grey. I can look like that. We all can, so we can blend in. Same with this." He says with a gesture to himself up and down. "Our real forms are the ones humanity drew dragging unbaptized children into Limbo. Which is bullshit, but whatever. Which, now I wonder, might explain why you have a mutation like that. I took after him, but half-hounds like me aren't really intended which is why I'm... kinda broke and walk like an arthritic bullrider with a hip replacement."
Andrea	"Yeah, cats suck." Andrea agrees with a mutter. ".. Always staring with that constantly resting bitch face. You can't please 'em." Her nose gives another twitch, then looks back to Jay for a few moments. "Uh.. just ignore that." "I noticed that you were lame. You were born like that then." She says as she gives a furrow of her brow. "So, you are a hellhound then? And.. I'm a mutant. This just sounds so fucking crazy. I don't know.. if I believe all of this..." Her phone continues to buzz as she looks down at another missed call from her mother. She takes in a deep breath, then lets it out. "But yet, I actually believe you. You're not lying, unless that is one of your powers. To lie. But I have a good nose for this. Always have." As she puts her phone away, she gives a glance to Jay, then leans in to hug him. "I think .. I need some time to process this and to call my mom."
Nevada	"I am, and I am. Thane didn't just screw himself over when he broke the Golden Rule." Nevada mutters, perhaps just a teensy bit bitter at his own existence. He looks to the pair of them as she mentions needing time, and with a quiet grunt he pulls himself stiffly up and out of the chair. "I'll bugger off. I need to go converse with the other side, he keeps texting me and he's just... absolutely awful at it. Which means he's probably about to snap the phone in half out of sheer frustration." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the photo. It's stiff and yellow, weathered by time and handling. On the back is a small sticky note with a phone number. He holds it out to Andrea, "Here. My number is on the back, when you're ready to talk more." He gives a quick bob of his head towards Jay then. "Good to meetcha, Wax-Wing. Keep an eye on her and stay away from the sun."
Andrea	Taking the sticky note, Andrea tucks it into her pocket, then lets out a soft breath. "I'll call you in the morning .. I guess.. you can come back for breakfast and we can talk more." "Come on, Icky. I'm going to... uh.. release a ton of frustration and I need you to spot me." She grabs him by the front of the shirt, looking to drag him down the hallway. Gulp. Yipe. And, that is how the night will end.