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Ah...is that so? That's wonderful then..! [A much better topic to speak about indeed!] Will you be seeing her in the coming one? I believe that's to be...Christmas?

[...he sort of wonders what He'll be doing on Christmas now. Ah well.]

I... guess so? Don't really do Christmas much anymore. [She's an adult now after all, not that her mom still doesn't get her stuff or something. As much as she tells her she doesn't need to.]

It's weird when she asks questions, 'cause I'm not supposed to actually tell her what goes on here.

Not at all? ...I suppose traditions must have changed somewhat in a hundred years, yes... [He mutters, scratching at his chin with a claw. Ah, well.

He looks back up on that note, blinking.] ...I imagine that would mean I'm off limits then...

[That's...hmm.] ...That doesn't feel especially proper...

[Doesn't like that!]

... Eh. Used to be more of a thing when I was little. [When a certain jackhole was still around, but she's sure as shit not letting that cloud this moment for now.] She still likes to cook and refuses to not get me something at least, so I guess it still exists.

[Good grief, Jonathan. She's raising a brow at him slowly.]

Pretty sure a talking bat would break that whole "veil" shit they're trying to keep between the normal world and whatever the hell this supernatural shit is.

[Ordinarily, Jonathan tends to be Pretty Darn Straightlaced about stuff. Certainly seems that way at least.

...

There are things where he will bend on that.] ...That would require all three involved to share such information, wouldn't it?

[...He is Genuinely suggesting this.]

...And... ...It seems to me that you've both been shut out of far too much already. [In his mind, at least, Jolyne's mother has a right to be in on things.]

[Excuse? What the actual legit fuck, Jonathan?

She actually looks a little surprised by all of this, slowly blinking at him and genuinely at a loss of words.

What if they found out? Not that she thinks they'd be able to, what with her mom being a normal-ass human last time she'd checked...]

You know how pissed off they'll be if they find out about this?

We could certainly ask about the consequences, just to be safe, [he acknowledges, nodding firmly.]

But you yourself noted that your father kept 'everything' from your mother. It feels only right that she at least be allowed to know something, in my opinion. When I was introduced to the matters of the supernatural, it was only a small sliver- in that sense...I suppose I myself am a mere sliver of it as well.

It doesn't hurt to check, at least. [And then maybe worst case he can make Speedwagon shout semi-excitedly from the grave as he breaks a Rule. wao]

The last person that did that ended up on a fucking child leash with a guard for months, I'm just saying. [Ah, right, the Toki situation.]

I mean, yeah, that's.... fair, I guess. Just... I dunno if I'm too keen on pissing off the people in this school given I've seen the kind of shit they'll do or the extremes they could go to if they wanted. Pretty sure I'm already on thin ice and I'm not real keen on giving them an actual reason to strip my rights from me...

[Goddammit, Jonathan.]

[hey jolyne want to know what modern inventions sound ABSOLUTELY BARBARIC-] A....child leash..?

[THAT]

Well...if that's the case, then I shall ask them myself. Whatever answer comes, it would be in no way attached to you from there. I can simply ask if it would be possible to meet with a relative yet unaware of supernatural matters!

And surely there are parents of children who have had to be told of this sort of thing- it wouldn't be right at all to take a young child without explaining the real reason! [Oh. Oh Jonathan,

Jolyne's situation is not likely a matter of 'well she's an adult', but he certainly doesn't realize that.]

A child leash. Or, well, more like a backpack with a leash on it, but same concept.

[Good fucking lord.]

I hope you know what you're doing, because this sounds like a fucking shitty plan to me, dude. Like, I know you're barely an adult yourself, but I thought you'd be a bit smarter than me. [He's literally only a year older, Jolyne.]

...? You know there's mage families and shit, right? That's mostly where the children are from.

[His face pulls a bit. Still sounds bad.

But anyway.] All I'll do is ask if it could be done, and their reasoning against it if they refuse. I...

[Ah. That stings a bit. It keeps stinging, actually, and perhaps this was a poor idea after all.] ...Truthfully, most of what I know about this thus far is from you yourself, by this point.

[It comes out almost a mutter- the bat largely cowed by the ever ringing strike of 'I thought you'd be a bit smarter'.

Should he even bother trying to ask? Asking isn't a crime is it? It's just...

Asking, after all...

Nothing to get struck over...] If...you feel even asking could create trouble however, I can put the idea to rest.

I simply thought, if there could be some stronger connection between members of your family, I... ...I'd like to help, at least a little.

[She's rubbing at her face with a soft huff, she hadn't really realized what she'd done at this point. She's too busy panicking a little over the possibility of this going absolutely south and her ending up in a position she is not remotely keen on.]

I... I guess if you want to ask, then go for it? I just... I don't know, like I said, on thin ice and I don't... want to lose the ability to go somewhere. [To be able to see her mom, that is.

That's what it comes down to, she doesn't care what they do to her, but she doesn't want her mom to be hurt or suffer because she fucked up.]

...I can...keep from bringing up your name, if it would help then, [He offers.] ...I don't want this to end in your punishment. Not with all that's occurring already, [He adds quietly, looking away.]

...Are you certain it's alright for me to ask, even vaguely? [Alright with her, rather. He doesn't want to make things worse. Even if it's just emotionally.]

Y-yeah, I'm certain. It's fine. [If something goes wrong, then maybe she can shuffle off the blame. It's nasty and dirty of her to do, but if it comes down to her being able to keep seeing her mom or throwing Jonathan under the bus? She'd absolutely throw him under it without a second thought.

Sorry, Jonathan.]

[The sad thing is, Jonathan would accept it, and perhaps even insist upon it.

As it is, he may well put off asking just out of sheer hesitance now.] Alright.

[Alright.

That's a thing for later then, however much later it is. So instead he sort of squashes up a bit more in the blankets- or blanket, rather- and tries to think of something else.

...

There is not a lot else. Not that sounds natural, anyway.] If... ...if it isn't too much...

...can I ask what she's like? [he asks quietly, one ear twitching a bit anxiously.]

[... What a strange question to ask.

She's blinking slowly at him again as she's settling back down into a more comfortable position and slowly calming down in turn.]

I... guess she's like any other mom, really?

Kind, but strong-willed, was there any time I fucked up along the way to help me get out or get through it. Hell, after dad left I thought that maybe it was because of me, maybe it was better if she got rid of me, too.

But she didn't.

Honestly, I admire her at the end of the day. She doesn't need to be out there fighting someone to be strong or whatever, she just has to be her. Not putting up with my shit, or his shit, or anyone else's. It doesn't matter what they think, she already knows the answer.

[Like any other mom...his eyes seem a little distant as she says that- but he listens rather than interrupting, taking in every word like a sponge.

She sounds...] ...If 'any other' mother is as you described, I should think anyone to have one is fortunate indeed, [he ultimately says, nodding as he smiles.] She sounds wonderful, truthfully.

[Perhaps it's for the better that she's catching the terms in those words, a small frown playing on her lips.]

... You didn't get that chance, did you? [Way to be blunt, Jolyne.]

[Ah-

His head tilts some, but ultimately he shakes his head.] ...Unfortunately. I... ...I cannot say I knew her- she died when I was only an infant. But I've wondered, more than once, what it would have been like. My father, you see, spoke very fondly of her when he did.

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