Kai froze, completely still for a few seconds before clearing his throat and choking out a few words that he didn't even understand the reason as to why he was saying them. "Ummm... do you want me to bring her back, or...? Like, um, did the unnecessary yelling help somehow? Or do you only want to talk to me? She's not that bad, I promise, other than the constant immaturity and the fact that she can't cook.... and, uh.....do you happen to speak English?"



"Mornin'." Chris said cheerfully to Kolivan. "Kai made really good food."

"What the hell did Gail do this time?" Lucas muttered, rubbing his forehead.

"Dunno man." Ben said, shrugging. Kolivan slumped into his seat, "Aye, morning." He said in a monotonous response.

Owl-kid didn't respond verbally, but merely pointed at Kai with a gloved finger. He paused and nodded, answering all of the above with a simple gesture.

"O-okay. Just us then." As if proclaiming that he wouldn't attack or harm the other person, the blond took a seat on the floor, the same ten feet away from his masked buddy. "Truce?" He offered.

Lucas slammed the book shut, placing it back on the island and sliding off the barstool in front of it. "Should go check it out."

"Good idea man..." Ben yawned once again, stretching his arms out. The Owl-kid hesitated before nodding hastily. It was settled. A truce.

Lucas rolled his eyes at the boy. "I need you to come with me. Y'know... to keep yourself awake. And so I know where the hell the sounds are coming from?"


"Okay... so are you going to say anything, or...?"

The owl-kid remained silent as stone. Ben huffed and half slid half jumped off the couch. "Yeah, makes sense."

"Ummm, so, you see, a truce usually works with both sides having mutual information levels and comfort levels and all that stuff. So hey. I'm Kai. I'm a senior in highschool. Capricorn." He paused. "What else... oh, right, I'm apparently also Aquaman."

Lucas waited for the boy to lead him on their quest.

Ben sluggishly got up and headed towards the stairs. "The quest begins, a perilous trek to see what the hell is going bump in the night."

Owl-kid reached into his cloak and pulled out a crumpled "wanted" poster. He slid it across the floor. The poster read the following; "Wanted, the mysterious vigilante known as The White-Owl" and a few military contacts. There was no photo, only a rough sketch from an eyewitness account.

Lucas stayed silent, unwilling to speak to the teenage boy and still more unable to believe he was living with a bunch of other quirky individuals. They all had their strengths, he would admit that much- at least, in his own head.

Something about the word vigilante stuck in his head. He stared for a few more seconds. "I swear, something about this.... who are you?"

Ben led the way up to the staircase, taking two steps up at a time. The Owl-kid scooted a foot or two closer, and pointed at the poster. "...m...a." ((me))