“So, let me get this straight. Magic sort of well, fucked up your life and you just want to use it more?”  He didn’t see the sense in it at all, his own idea being completely contrary to the fact. If it wasn’t for his current state of being, he’d never use it at all. Still, he hated it. Every single part of it. Though David had no idea about that yet, it was the exact reason his whole life had gone down the drains and, eventually, led him to the current predicament he was in. There was nothing more in life that Able wished for than the abolishment of all forms of magic, and those who would use it. From witches like David to necromancers, he saw them all in the same boat as perversions of existence that needed to follow suit with the times and fade away into obscurity. Of course, they’d never go quietly, and that’s where Team XIV came in and Able was proud to be a part of it.<br/><br/><br/>Knocked out of his thoughts when David glared at him and suddenly had the weapon called to his hands, the male took that to heart. This idiot just couldn’t get enough of showing himself off, could he? For now, he’d been directed by Charlie to bring him back and, most of all, not to detour him at all, but Able was looking desperately forwards to the time when he could put this kid in his place and, if allowing David to come back with him gave him that opportunity, it was more than worth it.<br/><br/><br/>“Yeah, you’re right. It would have. ” Able answered with a cold sting that cut the air with a sharpness that could rival the sword in David’s hand. He took a few steps forwards, showing now fear as he leaned forwards. “You would have brought a knife to a gun fight, pretty boy.” It was only a whisper, a suggestion of intimacy of the moment that somehow managed to make the threat all the more personal. The shade wanted to make it very, very clear that David was treading on thin ice when he threatened him. He’d already made the mistake of attacking him once, and that had put plenty of deep cracks that creaked under the footing of their relationship. It went to prove the truth that resounded the in phrase ‘you never get a second chance to make a first impression’ and the tension that exist there only seemed to be amplifying this second time around. He strode and past David, wanting to show just how little of a threat he thought he was, moving deeper into the room for some reason.<br/><br/><br/>Moving towards the closet, he didn’t immediately answer David’s question as the room began cleaning itself. He began searching in his pockets; it was strange how the key wasn’t always there when you looked the first time. “The whole, you know, being dead thing might have something to do with that.” It was the usual smart ass sort of answer that came from him, but a small part of him felt compelled to answer it even if only partially. “You’re looking at death, kid,” he sighed as he continued to rummage in the pockets that seemed impossibly small to lose something in. “Not the living dead, not the undead. Death itself.” It had been explained to him a while ago by Charlie, when he had awoken and found his eyes to be missing and replaced by nothing but black voids. “Body is just animated by a force of something from the afterlife, and isn’t supposed to be here. A.K.A, me.”  It was just how shades worked. They were souls that, even though they were dead and no longer of this world, they pulled themselves out of the afterlife and stole a body that was still living to function and remain part of it.<br/><br/>There it was! He finally took out a brass key from his pocket, glaring at it as though it had somehow caused him a bit of trouble. He looked up and down at the closet, frowning when he realized that door wasn’t going to work. Turning, he strode back past David and moved to his door. He paused and gently touched the key to the nob, turning it to the left despite the fact it wasn’t in any look. Oddly enough, apparently no one had told the unseen lock that gave a thick clunk as the invisible tumblers fell away. Able reached and opened the door, stepping into the long corridor.<br/><br/><br/><br/>No longer was there the hallway of the dorms, but a strange structure of concrete and steel. Looking like some military bunker, and smelling faintly of tin, it seemed eerily quiet. Door after door rested on either side of them, all painted the same drab olive green with large handles and even larger locks underneath of them that gave the place a sort of prison-esc feel. Able continued down the hall, taking a turn to the right that came up to lead him back down another matching and empty feeling hallway. From this one, a soft sound came from somewhere deep ahead that signified there was, in fact, other life in the quiet and still facility. Stopping at one of the doors, he turned to open it up and looked to David, motioning for him to go inside.<br/><br/>One wall of the room was a dark glass. The type of glass you just know someone is watching from the other side of. The others were bare and devoid of anything but the solid grey of the concrete, making the shiny silver table and two matching chairs in the center oddly out of place. Overall, it had the charm of a prison without any of the life or color of one. Able, however, seemed a little relaxed inside its walls. Running a hand through his hair, he just moved to lean against one of the solid walls, gazing over at the glass with an almost weary look.<br/><br/><br/>Door left open, the soft sound of footsteps wafted down the hall, multiple sets of them. Some distant male voice murmured and a soft female one answered it, the conversation eaten and absorbed by the many twists and turns of the halls. Able turned his nonexistent gaze towards the doorway; Charlie always knew when anyone came or went. It was just another odd facet of their fearless (quite literally) leader. Able was, occasionally, curious about how the man went about having those sort of abilities but he never dared to ask in fear of what the answer might turn out to be. Standing up from the wall, he watched the door as the voices grew closer and the conversation finally breached their position.<br/><br/><br/>“Wouldn’t have made much difference,” came a dull sounding female tone. “She was DOA anyway. Anything to that effect would have been just for shock value and show of force.”<br/><br/><br/>“Still, you kina’ wonder what it would of done, yeah?” A male voice with a distinct islander accent replied.<br/><br/>“Hmm, not really. I try not to think about those things. I just finished the job and brought the house down. Properly, of course.” The owner of the voice rounded the corner, turning out to be a stark blond haired woman with her hair tied back in a high and neat bun. The description ‘all legs’ fit her well, as did the dark grey skirt suit she wore. Her light brown eyes drifted instantly into the room, falling first onto David and instantly the feeling of the elemental gave off the heat of her nature. It was a robust and rather strong burst that existed within this one, marking her as something completely other than human while still looking perfectly like a very well put together business woman.  giving a smirking glance to Able. She tapped in on her high heels and turned to share a look with the man who followed in next. A giant filling the doorway, the tanned Samoan wore a dark black suit that seemed uncharacteristic of him and his tightly braided pony tail that rested down to his mid back. He looked first to the woman and then to David. When their gazes met, there was nothing strange about this one. Not even a single ounce of warning or feeling would arise. It appeared that, for the man, being human enough of a power. Chuckling, he looked to Able and pointed.<br/><br/>“You otta keep your mouth shut next time,” he smirked, the smile seeming to fit well on his face. He filed in next to the woman, standing there as the third and final member of the party walked in.<br/><br/>Charlie who, simply by walking in somehow instantly seemed to look like a ‘Charlie’ should look, strode in and looked to no one else but David. On his face he wore a simple pair of black sun glasses and a matching stark black suit with a light blue tie. Every inch of his attire was crisp and clean, creases ready to slice the air about him and shoes polished to reflect even the cheap lighting of the room. His face was long and narrow with a sharp nose that matched his stark features. White gloved hands folding in front of him, he smiled warmly at David.<br/><br/>“It is a pleasure meet you at last, young David. I’ve heard so very much about you.” The voice matched the look. It was clean and clear with no detectable accent, but oddly unidentifiable for some strange reason. Anyone trying to describe what Charlie sounded like would suddenly find themselves at a loss for trying to remember what he sounded like in the first place. However, the strangest thing about Charlie was the fact that, when looking at him, there was nothing. Unlike a vampire, where there simply felt nothing, it was as if the man in front of him didn’t even exist at all.