<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, The Flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Kumari, Mori<br/><hr/>Counseling had initially been a nightmare for "Sully". He would spend most of his sessions being quiet or otherwise resistant, but after a while, after he had gotten to trust the person working with him, he'd open up a bit. It was, in part, thanks to his therapists encouragement that he started to exercise, and that person was also likely instrumental in helping Al get over his perpetual-fear. However, what has replaced it, a cold stoicism, was perhaps not what they had been hoping for. Still, he functioned well, coped well.<br/><br/>Before the alarm clocks had gone off in the house, Sullivan had already awoken. He already showered himself, and he was actually working out. While Renault told them their Godmother had tricked them all, he didn't seem to care too much. In fact, for the past three years, he's been pretty isolated from the others. He comes and goes as he pleases, usually without any saying, disappears for days at a time when they have time off from school--during vacations and the like-- and spends most of his time at home working out.<br/><br/>Which is exactly what he was doing now. Push ups, some other various and low impact exercises he could do in the gym. He wasn't a big muscular dude, his build was thin and wiry. But, there probably wasn't a drop of fat on him these days. At first, the chubby youths exercising may have seen almost comical. Now, though, he seems to have grown into a certifiable badass. He even has a perpetual five'o'clock shadow!<br/><br/>He kind of watched Kumari as she went about making her practice. She probably wouldn't think anything of 'Sully', as he preferred to go by, just as he used to prefer to go by 'Al', doing the exercises. This was a daily thing for him. Some may question when he sleeps, or how he manages to subsist on six hours of sleep a day without it slowing him down. Those who question are usually left with answers that do not encourage further questions.<br/><br/>For Sully, you see, had decided that fighting was a good idea. He hadn't entirely given up on his schooling, but they'd all know he was walking a thin line. He was doing just good enough to not get flunked out. He only put in enough effort into his studies to avoid getting in trouble. The rest of his time was spent with his training, disappearing, or amateur boxing. When it came to boxing, he was pretty damn good. His physical tenacity and quick, intelligent strikes usually brought his enemies down low, fast and hard. It was satisfying in some ways, but mostly it served as a cover for him.<br/><br/>In truth, all this exercising, his disappearances, it was all about preparing himself for the Mistlands; with his power to traverse to it, he some times took journeys there, searching for their Godmother, and acclimating himself to that hostile environment. The others may be reluctant, but for Sully, he grew to love the idea. Though, one might recall, when thinking of the harsh youth, a phrase from Nietsche... One must be careful when fighting monsters, lest one thereby become a monster.<br/><br/>"Mornin'." He'd say to the woman who at one point in time had been named Neela.He would speak as he moved into the kitchen, and got a can of wet food--cat food-- for Mori. The one-eyed, black kitten with a white heart shape on his chest, had grown large in the years, and vicious looking. Much like its owner, there was not a drop of fat on the harsh-looking feline. The cat was a bit more friendly than Sully was, not being afraid to extort pets of them, and generally being pretty chilly. But, that cat loved to hang out in Sully's room, and would become highly vicious and territorial if anybody even seemed like they wanted to get inside.<br/><br/>As he sets down a plate with the food on it for his cat, Mori stretches out from his spot on the couch in the den, and struts out to eat it. He sashays around, looking like some sort of regal king or very important feline. Then he washed up, and saw about getting himself some breakfast. leftover brown rice and steamed vegetables, which he had made last night for himself. He just eats it cold, out of the bowl, without bothering to sit at the table. Neither Kumari nor the others should be surprised, for this, too, was normal for him.