Innocence is born through Chest-bursting or Test-tube (Masters)

Excalibur City, a small city in Canada known only for five things. The First thing was it's incredibly meta-human response forces. The Second are the extremely powerful Villians that trigger these response forces. The Third was the fact that Excalibur city was the central HQ of his father's Genetic corporation, the worlds leading corporation... ironically named Gene-Tech. (Genetic...just tech, not tic) The fourth thing was the fact that Excalibur City was a central place of music and the fine arts, which brings them to number five. The fifth was the paintings, the artwork and poetry. The city was literally riddled and littered with art galleries and appreciation centers for the fine arts. Of course it was reason number three that Silus was here right now, he was stuck with Zell for the weekend in Canada as they prepared for the grand revelation of a new project that would help keep the superhuman populous in check. Silus coincidentally made this "masterpiece" that one of Zell's friends noticed and bought it for his gallery. Now there was buzz all over the city about some art genius who had several of his paintings were purchased to adorn areas of the new gallery. Silus was there obviously, but he made a great effort to avoid his own paintings. It's not that he expected anyone to know that a little kid painted a few of these pieces, but he was genuinely trying to avoid Yancey at this point. Mostly because while the tall tanned young male with a southern accent was endearing, he was annoying as he kept pointing out "Hey look it's one of your paintings" and then people would whisper and murmur, asking if what Yancey said was true. Silus didn't like the spotlight, not at this age anyway.

    Yancey was busy standing there and looking at one of Silus' paintings, the Painting of a rainbow wolf curled around in a donut like shape of a basket, the kind you expected to find a baby in on an orphanage porch. The other paintings were a little less close to his heart, one of them being an oriental landscape and the third painting having been a charcoal sketch of Yancey sitting on the sidewalk with some kid in a hoodie, each of them just sort of relaxing with their backs up against each other, keeping each other up. Of course this was how Yancey used to look, and since he became blackened, Yancey's appearance altered. Where he used to be a little guy with fair skin and dirty-blonde shaggy hair, he was not a tall tanned boy with hazel eyes and brown hair. Silus was still trying to reverse the process, but for some reason Silus couldn't reverse the process. There were hired hands walking around and offering drinks, there were people in suits and people in street clothing. Stupid Zell making Silus look presentable had him dressed up in a stupid suit. Silus just literally undid his bow-tie and unbuttoned the top button as he looked about. There was no one his age, they were all adults and they were all talking to other artists and talking about Silus. He groaned and went over to the corner to watch everything unfold, especially watching Yancey to make sure he didn't act up any.... oh dear god please let that angel behave himself.

The fading remnants of the crepuscular rays reflected off of the surroundings; the gorgeous buildings; the minerals in the street; the golden strands of a young child's hair, and the bright flash it created as his glasses turned towards the sun. The crisp white suit, complete with a red bow tie, would almost seem to shine as well, given how starched it was. The male wearing it had, as usual, an ignorantly blissful expression upon his face, a "Potato Chip Bar", the newest endorphin inducing treat Jason Masters had discovered, courtesy of a shop that would soon be one of his most visited places on Earth.

The shop owner had seem surprised-not everyone came in purchasing twenty-eight of the diabetes causing delicacies. Jason had carried them out of some oversized Lewis Vewton bag, something he had seen people carrying around on television and in magazines (though it somehow managed to slip his notice that solely women were possessing them, and was therefore most likely not an overly masculine item).  Inside of the bag a plethora of objects could be found, from the food items recently purchased to three pairs of keys, with assorted keychains, to a pair of furry dice he had found in a novelty shop. Much time had been wasted since he had left the compound and the other Masters' behind, as he had purposefully set out far earlier than he needed to in order to view the art gallery he had persuaded Travis into allowing him to attend.

The sun finally set as he was minutes from the exhibition gallery, and the surrounding area both excited and frightened him. In the compound, he was rarely in the dark, and if he was, he was still surrounded by dozens of people he was well acquainted with. Out here, he knew no one, though he was certain he could take care of himself if he needed to. One of the perks of being a Masters was that one was never truly unarmed. Even so, the dark could be quite a frightening thing.

Jason walked into the gallery, paying the fee that was required of him, and began examining the artwork before him. A lot of it was well done, though not to his taste; his paintings were raw, full of surrealism; akin to the likes of Dubuffet. No one could hope to truly capture what they saw on their canvas, so why bother trying? If necessary, he could create more traditional works, but they tended to bore him.

The Beta member of the Masters examined every piece of work with a very relaxed air, allowing himself to enjoy simply being around so many pretty pieces, as the fine arts were one of his greatest (and only) passions, thus the reason for his love of Excalibur City. None of the artwork really interested him, however, until he came to a piece that puzzled him. In it were drawn, with great detail, what appeared to be himself and another male, leaning against each other. He grabbed his cheeks and furrowed his brow, saying "How peculiar," to no one in particular.

This was getting to be a little too much now for Silus. The sun had barely touched the Horizon and he managed to sneak out onto the balcony looking at the sunset as he contemplated. For someone only a couple months old he was contemplating a lot. He folded his arms up on the railing and rest his chin in the center of his forearm taking in a fresh breath of the cool, crisp Canadian air. The way the dim lit orange was at the heart of the dying light, the brilliant pink that shadowed the clouds and the pale cornflower blue darkness closed in on the light meshing into an exotic haze of purple and lavender. Want to talk about having muse? Probably not a good idea, considering Silus had too much of it. Too much inspiration and not enough time, it bothered him though. He could never just look at a sunset and think Wow that's pretty. There was always some contrast or some deeper and hidden meaning to the "picture" of life. He hated the tortured artist stigmata... but it was so horribly accurate. He contemplated the color of the pink beneath the clouds, and while he first thought of cotton candy it was mostly due to his grumbling stomach. when he looked at the sunset he saw the pink as blood, the clouds white being the flawless white fur, the darkness closing in around it being the obvious symbolism of a cold and creeping death. The light was a glimmer, the fading orange was once a magnificent light that illuminated the world...and once again... he watched it fade away.

Yancey looked around with a smile but seeing Silus out on the balcony caused the smile to fade. He began towards the balcony before he saw an...uncanny face. Not that it was a bad face, it was a cute little face. The problem was... IT WAS HIS FACE! Yancey couldn't take his eyes away and he bumped into a man who in turn spilled Champaign on him. Yancey chuckled a little and scratched the back of his head. "I-I uhm. I'm so sorry!" Yancey said. Thankfully this man didn't seem to be paying attention either, as he insisted it was his fault. Being as he was just like a dog and didn't like being in trouble, Yancey wasn't bound to argue. Yancey excused himself with a napkin and began to dab the little spots on his white dress-shirt as he approached the similar looking male in a white suit and a red bow-tie. He let out a little chuckle as he realized that this kid was JUST LIKE HIM. Copy-Pasta-Double Yancey. This would be a nightmare for Silus... or would it? The ever mischievous Angel looked to the painting and smiled. "That looks just like you. You know the artist? Silus?" Yancey asked, already knowing the answer. At least he thought he already knew the answer, considering he never left Silus' side and he never recalled meeting this boy before. But if they had met Yancey would be shocked.

The longer Jason stared at the image, the more convinced he became that it was either of himself, or of someone who shared DNA with him-or, as he had seen on a few television programs, the artist had envisioned Jason Masters in his sleep, and then drawn what he dreamt of, using some form of telepathic connection. Although Jason was aware of whenever someone contacted him with their mind, it could have simply been a metaphysical stalker.

There was also always the option of coincidences, but in the words of Leroy Jethro Gibbs, “There is no such thing as coincidence”. And, as Gibbs was always right, that eliminated such a possibility. He had wished before that people would come and film his life, but it was nowhere near as interesting as people like the Winchesters. Those guys were quite entertaining.

As these muddled thoughts ran through his brain, a taller male nearby walked into an older man, spilling a pale yellow effervescent liquid on the man, who quickly apologized, something Jason found quite odd; it was not his fault, yet he seemed to think it was. Other people were quite silly.

The male then approached him, and stated "That looks just like you. You know the artist? Silus?". Jason pondered this for a few seconds as he turned to look at the older boy. “I...I think I might? Isn’t he the one in those video games?” Jason looked back at the picture, committing it to memory, then  at the person beside him. “Actually, I do not think I have; I rarely leave my house, and think I would remember meeting someone who introduced themselves as an artist; also, I have never worn such clothing,”.

Yancey smiled widely as his copy-pasta doppleganger. It felt weird looking at himself like this, though sadly it wasn't him any longer. He was someone newer, someone "better" in the opinion of Jordan. That sort of bugged him, because if he were really better Silus would have said so, so it must have just been Jordan being a pervert again since Mike shot him. Yancey nodded to the boy who said about not having dressed in such clothing before. Yancey nodded and leaned in slightly, speaking with a hushed tone. "Oh man don't I know it. Never had to dress like this before in my life. I don't like clothes at all, let alone these suits." Yancey admitted, the texan accent sort of keeping the hushed tone from carrying over effectively. He sighed and looked back at the painting. "I'd uh. I'd tell you about that picture but I don't think you'd believe me... but if you want I could take you to meet the guy who painted it." Yancey said with a slight pleased tone to his voice before noticing two certain somethings he hadn't before. The first one was the fact that this kid had a purse, which made Yancey cock his head to the side slightly before he blinekd and shook his head, returning the mile to his face when he noticed the seocnd thing. This kid smelled like potato chips and chocolate. Needless enough to say Yancey liked this kid already.

"He's probably bored anyway, so I'm gonna go... if ya wanna meet him stick with me, if not... nice face" Yancey said with a click of his tongue. Before anyone can ask, no...Yancey has not learned how to flirt or hit on people. He was simply joking because that face used to be his face. He liked his face, but he liked it a little more when he had it. Mostly because seeing your face off your face was kinda creepy. He wandered a little, sniffing the air a little to try and catch Silus' scent. He finally caught onto it and smiled as he made his way to the balcony to the little brown-haired boy in his little tux and his undone bow-tie. "Si! You're not gonna believe what I found!" He said with a wide smile. Regardless of the male following him or not, Yancey had quite a story... or a visual.

Jason nodded earnestly along with what the male opposite him was saying; he fervently opposed clothing as well, however his siblings were typically opposed to his open nudity, so he had begun garbing himself in white most everywhere he went (in an attempt at mimicry of his favorite relative). “I don’t know why I wouldn’t believe you, I’ve seen some pretty unbelievable stuff.” He elaborated no further, due to lessons he had been instructed in by the aforementioned sibling. One did not last long in this lifestyle if they could not keep their mouths shut.

“I’d love to meet the painter!”. Jason was quite talented in the arts, especially for his age, and had a great interest in those famous for humanities. Meeting such an artist would be an honor, and to be honest he was quite simply curious as well (though when wasn’t he?) as to how the painter had managed to capture his face, without any knowledge Jason possessed of the two meeting.
He followed the taller boy out to the balcony; temporarily invisible from behind the male, he stepped out in front of him and declared “He found me!”.

Silus' face paled as he looked to Jason and seemed to freeze. Yancey let out a devious little chuckle and then he looked to Yancey. "Y-yancey wh-what is this how did you do that!?"" Silus began to panic a little Yancey cocked his head to the side and shrugged. "I didn't do anythin'. He looks the same though!" Yancey said Silus stepped out and seemed to scan over the male. He was older than Silus, just as Yancey appeared. Not so long ago. Silus smiled slightly as he cleared his throat nervously. He was staring, and he was well aware he shouldn't have been. Embarrassment kicking in Silus turned red in an odd contrast to his glowing indigo eyes as he smiled at Jason and held out his hand. "I-I'm sorry. I'm staring. I'm Silus." He said, still rather bashful as he found his throat clogging with social anxiety. Yancey just sort of watched as he poked the boys purse and giggled.

"Si! He's got a purse hehehe." Yancey said as he continued to poke and press at the purse. "Why do you have a purse?" The curious angel asked as he prodded the bag a little more. Regardless of what the boy had done, or lack there of Silus would look to Yancey with his piercing indigo orbs and clicked his tongue. "Yancey stop! If he wants one that's his choice." Silus said, used to defending people's odd tastes. Well, not really. Generally he was used to explaining things to Yancey, whereas right now he was being rather defensive for the male with the .... purse. Silus had to wonder what was up with that, but it didn't matter for the time being. He found himself with a small sigh and a smile, subtly taking a step back to avoid being too close to anyone, but not being obvious enough to make it look as such. "S-so uh-uhm...." Silus began, looking for a good way to begin conversation.

Jason grinned and, taking the boy's hand, leaned into a quick embrace, releasing him after a second or two. How the other male would react, he did not know, but he was just very accustomed to hugging people. Still smiling, he said "I'm Jason, and yes I have a purse. How else would I carry my noms?".

His smile faded slightly, not out of displeasure, but rather puzzlement. "Um, not to be rude or anything, but......how did you draw me?".

Well this escelated quickly. There was a hug involved and a very bright red Silus who was socially unequipt to handle the awkwardness of this moment. That would be like someone just randomly walking up and saying something about being up and a diggity-dog and being ready for some loving. Ulitmately it humored Yancey but just sort of left Silus feeling both good and yet awkward. It actually made Silus wonder why people don't hug more often, being hugged was the best. Silus was snapped back to the comment about the purse and. Oh god he didn't just call snacks n-!

   "SEE! HE CALLED THEM NOMS! HA!" Yancey cheered now knowing he wasn't the only adorable dope to call snacks by the terminoloigy of "noms". Silus hated the word so much, mostly because of how it reminded him of the noise his half-dragon half-brother made while devouring just about anything in sight. From Laundry deturgant to Peanutbutter silk pie... okay that last part was a lie. Jordan didn't touch the Peanutbutter silk pie....Silus ate it all first. Regardless Silus rolled his eyes and looked at this "Jason" with a smile, his bleak day (well, night) brightened by the friendly individual. The next question came in about about how he drew the young male. Silus was not convinced this boy would believe him at all. Silus smiled and then thought of something. His cellular phone! The device the royally confused the little occultists because it had nothing at all to do with his cells, the only relevance in the name at all was phone. Silus pulled out the phone and turned it around.

   "You won't believe this but..." Silus turned the phone over and revealed an entire gallery of pictures of him and Yancey...back when Yancey looked like the young man. There was one of Yancey picking up Silus and Silus loking like he was spazzing out or scared...Yancey had picked him up silently and by surprise. Then there was one of Silus and Yancey trying to cook something. Yancey had brownie batter on his cheek under his eyes like war paint as Silus was laughing in the background. There was a picture that appeared to be a selfie of Silus in what appeared to be a baseball uniform with the eye paint, Yancey's face shoved right into Silus'. The final picture was a picture of Silus sleeping, his head was on Yancey's shoulder and Yancey's head was resting on Silus' as he slept, Zell had taken the picture and apparently Silus just forgot to delete it.  In the background Yancey's head cocked to the left and he let out a little hum. Then he cocked it to the right and made the exact same noise. Then his eyes narrowed as he took small steps, breathign shallow yet silent. As he walked up to Jason from behind he placed a hand on his shoulder and made it seem like he were looking at the phone as well, and then he made a few little sniffs of the air, and then with a swift lean his tongue poked out and swiped up, brushing agaisnt Jason's cheek. "Y-Yancey!" Silus said, as Yancey made his lips move rapisly as if he were trying to discern a taste. Yancey smiled. "Well he tastes sweet. So he tastes like me." Yancey shrugged as he blinked not seeing anything wrong at all with what he had done. Then again, he was just trying to see how identicle the copy-pasta male was. Silus turned bright red, this time from sheer embarassment of Yancey's behavior. "I-I-I'm sorry!" he said frantically before looking at yancey, his expresssion saying nothing than "Awe come on man, REALLY!?"

The young Masters was befuddled by the excitement presented by the taller male when Jason said "Noms", however he often got excited over the most meaningless of things (to other people), and as such had no room to judge the boy. His confusion was not lessened in the slightest when Silus pulled out his phone and showed him a variety of pictures, all of which seemed to include himself. Looking from the phone, then to Silus, and back again, before proclaiming "I saw a movie like this once, where the girl had pictures of herself on someone's phone, and couldn't remember them being taken. Strange things they have on LMN."

Jason was licked. He was assaulted by the tongue of a male who appeared to be both older, taller and tanner than himself. Had he possessed any knowledge on what "Sexual Assault" was, he would have notified the local authorities immediately Fortunately, he did not, and so consequently did not. He was slightly startled by the licking, but quickly got over it. "I've always thought I tasted a little bit like cotton candy."

"R-r-really?" Silus asked for a moment as he found himself legitimately following Yancey's example, but licking people was weird. He could only stand when Yancey did it because the fact he knew Yancey was a wolf at one time. Or had the ability to become one, true enough he wasn't much of one any more. He shook his head and then looked at Yancey and then looked to Jason. "I'm sorry about him. I just....well he's the only friend I've got left and since he just randomly got aged up like this he's...well he's only getting weirder." Silus said with a chuckle as he scratched the back of his head nervously.

Yancey perked up as he looked down over the balcony as a small illumination of light...a bubble almost, shining brightly, then fading away. There was a distant "bwuuuuh" noise in the distance, but slowly but surely the noise got louder as these light spheres approached, growing brighter and brighter, until it could finally be seen. There was an unmanned motorcycle riding off, two cars in hot pursuit. The cars had men in suits firing off bullets that turned into light and began to burn brightly, disabling electronic devices within the light before fading away. Yancey looked to Silus before jumping off of the balcony and using his abilities to ride on light-waves and gliding down onto the car in pursuit, leaving Silus to look at the blonde male he had been left with.

"So...that just...kinda happened." He said, bewildered

Jason nodded along sagaciously, indicating his complete and total comprehension of what the boy just said (meaning he just smiled and nodded). In the distance sirens could be heard, police cars chasing down a two-wheeled vehicle, and balls of light could be seen racing out of the cars after the motorcycle. The strange male who licked him jumped off of the balcony and flew towards the vehicles. Jason looked at the remaining boy, who seemed to be taking a passive role in this situation.

"Shouldn't we do something?". Without waiting for a reply, the young Masters gripped the boy's hand and flew over the balcony, towards the male on the rainbow colored magic carpet ride.