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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part III

The food? Still there. The school? Still standing. Students? Still mingling.

Ahhhh. What fun this weekend was for us all. WHAT FUN. And this time it was actually the good weather for shirt removing!

[~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! This is the SECOND post for general mingling. Use this post if your browser can't handle the comment load of the first mingling post. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are here.]

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"That actually makes sense. It's what the angel's blood does. Make us just a little...more," Jocelyn remarked, and oooh, interesting. She reached out to try to turn over his hand to see the back of his right one. Any marks there? There definitely were on the arm she was reaching with.

What he was describing could probably be done with runes, but she knew he wasn't Nephilim. "It's like you have an incredibly powerful Sight mark. But it's all you, right?"

"As far as I know, yeah," he said, letting her twist and turn his hand as she wanted. He was unmarked there. Most of his marks were carried on his back and occasionally on his elbows if he had to make himself bleed for a sacrifice.

"I'm encountering a lot of people here that are reading differently than I'm used to," he added, glancing around before looking back at her. He figured telling her what he was was inevitable but he could still vividly feel how frightened his own mother had been of him. "What were you doing with my hand there?"

"Just seeing," she admitted, showing him the back of her hand with its open eye (http://pics.livejournal.com/sedlexduralex/pic/00006dx9) mark. "Shadowhunter kids are marked for sight. To be able to see through glamours and see the supernatural. I was wondering if you'd been marked somehow too."

"And?" Sam asked after he'd taken a careful look at the mark on the back of her hand. "See anything on me?"

He guessed she'd just seen skin or else he had a mark even he couldn't see. If that was the case, his mom had some more explaining to do.

"Nope. It's not that weird. Humans can't hold the marks so if you were -" Jocelyn grinned. "Well, I'd get to call you some sort of long lost cousin." She paused. "...not that closely related."

Sam chuckled and pulled his hand back so he could give it a look before shaking it and letting it drop back down to his side. "Necromancer."

It was still weird to say that, to label himself like that but that's what he was and that was the power that was still growing inside him.

"Nice to meet you."

"Necromancer," she repeated, torn between curiosity and a bit of tentativeness. "Like a warlock? Is your mom or dad one too?"

Jocelyn paused in her need to fit people into her own boxes. "You've said that like - maybe five times before, haven't you."

Sam had been waiting for her reaction and picked up on the tentativeness just like he'd picked up on hi mom's fear. This wasn't as violent though so he didn't immediately try to back away.

"My dad is but I don't have any kind of relationship with him," Sam told her, shaking his head. "This whole thing, this is what he gave me and nothing else. He found out I was like this and didn't stick around. Good man, my dad."

Maybe he was a little bitter.

With a sympathetic frown, Jocelyn tried to put into words what she'd been taught. "It - happens that way with families with magic sometimes," she said slowly. "If the person doesn't like the power or they feel out of control - they can't handle knowing it was passed on to another generation." She made a face. "Not that it helps you at all."

"Or maybe he's just a jerk," Sam said flippantly. Kevin Hatfield wasn't his dad as far as he was concerned. "He's not around and doesn't even know I'm like this, really. Oh, if he could see me now, I'm sure he'd be impressed."

Or horrified.

"The only one who's been able to tell what I am just by looking at me is another necromancer," Sam shared partially as a way to get his mind off his dad. "It's something with my colors. I've got a lot of blue going on because of the death stuff."

He almost sounded like Valentine talking about his mother. Jocelyn didn't know what to say when that happened either.

"It makes sense," she replied. "I can always tell another Shadowhunter and warlocks and the were can pick out their own people. Like calls to like maybe." If only she could learn how to see the colors. It would be so useful. "What about werewolves? Or vampires? Do they show up with certain colors?"

"Werewolves are like humans only brighter colors," Sam shared after a moment's quiet. "I guess it's the higher body temperature a lot of them carry. Their colors are very, very bright. Vampires are blue since they're technically dead. It's a brighter blue since they're not reanimated or anything like that."

The colors of that poor reanimated panda still made him sad every so often.

She considered that. "Sounds like someone didn't have a very wide range of colors when they were choosing their palette."

Yup, artist.

"Maybe, I guess," Sam said, chuckling. "I didn't really ask about it when it was shown to me. I had other things on my mind at the time. I nearly passed out when I first used it."

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