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One other person that's not in this room, but that's all that we know of. Most of you have met him, I think? His name is Marvin. I can't think of other information at the moment, although I might remember later. Also, we've talked to the narrator a bit and he's very cocky and also a lil bitch. Do any of you guys remember anything about him?

"We know of Marvin," Jackie says, nodding. "Met the guy myself without the Narrator fucking with him for only a brief moment. He - acted like he knew me."

"I'm sorry, who's Marvin?" Chase asks, a nervous laugh in his voice. "Another Character?"

Jackie bobs his head. "You know the day we met in the Costa, Chase? When Henrik introduced you to me? I don't know how much you remember from that day, but someone came in at the end and spoke to us. That was Marvin, or the Narrator controlling Marvin."

"So he really does control us," Henrik murmurs. He leans back in his seat, pulling his legs up under him. "Like puppets."

"I vaguely remember that, yeah," Chase says, and smiles reassuringly in Henrik's direction. "That was when you, uh -" He lifts his hands, showing off the bandages. Jackie winces.

"Sorry," the boy says, voice small. "You were being controlled, I didn't have a choice -"

"We know, Jackie," Henrik says softly. He pats Jackie's shoulder comfortingly. "It wasn't your fault."

"I think everyone in here has seen it, but show us your fire, Jacks," Ross says, sounding slightly too gleeful. "It's so so so cool, I wanna see it again!"

"Don't burn down my flat, please," Chase laughs, and Jackie grins, although he still looks very nervous. He lifts a hand and a small flame dances across his skin, fluttering between his fingers like a living being. You can practically hear its heartbeat. Everyone is in awe, even Anti, who's still pretending to be disinterested but can't help but lean forwards just a bit.

"Woah," Ross breathes, a smile breaking his face. "Look at that, guys, holy shit. The Narrator gave Jackie magic powers!"

"Holy shit," Chase murmurs, wide eyed. "That is really fucking cool, man. Do you think the rest of the Characters have powers?"

"Marvin does," Jackie says, shaking the flame out and looking rather relieved to have had it under control. "He has some sort of magic, although what he can do with it I'm not exactly sure. The Narrator did some fucked up shit with, like, making a weird wiggly wall when he was trying to catch me. I'm not sure what you'd call that." He glanced at Anti. "And Anti is a Pooka, like the spirit, and he shapeshifts."

Anti startles, seeing all the eyes on him. Henrik smirks despite himself. "A Pooka?" he scoffs, sounding incredulously amused. "Like that American film, Harvey? Can you turn into a six foot rabbit? Can you stop time?"

Anti's surprised expression melts into burning anger, his eyes glowing softly and flickering back to their normal gold goat's form. Chase stands, holding out both his hands and laughing nervously again. "Woah there, woah, let's not," he says loudly. He shoots Henrik a pointed glare. "Seriously. Not the time?"

"What?" Henrik says innocently, but he's shaking with rage. Next to him, Jackie looks like he wants to up and run, but Henrik doesn't stop. "I was asking genuine questions. I don't know anything about Pookas, do I?" He stares Anti right in the eyes, fists clenched. "Except that they have a very slight aversion to silver and iron, of course. Although, I wasn't aware that silver made a Pooka hallucinate. Seen a man with whips and chains lately, Anti -"

"Henrik!" both Chase and Jackie cry in unison. Anti growls, bristling, and a few patches of his skin grow dark and rough looking under his collar. Even though he can't fully transform, Henrik still flinches back at the sight of it, but refuses to back down.

Anti scowls at the man, then takes a sudden step forward and laughs harshly at how Henrik yelps. "I don't know, dochtúir, have you seen an old creature with great magic and the intention to kill you lately? I would believe you have, and unlike anything else, he has the power to actually harm you. Right now, in fact. Why do you look so scared suddenly, doc? Has a cat taken your tongue?"

"Anti!" Jackie and Jameson snap, although Jameson looks more concerned than angry, more scared. He's already half off his seat, torn between staying with Jackie and leaping up to go with Anti. It doesn't matter after a moment. Henrik settles, albeit only because of the looks he's getting, and Anti does too just after, although they're both shaking with rage and adrenaline and probably something else. Ross glances back and forth between the two men helplessly, eyes wide, suddenly very tense.

"Alright," Chase shouts, sounding much more pissed off than before. "No more fighting. You two can duke it out later if you so desire, but right now, there's more people in the room other than yourselves. Cough cough, children. Now pull yourselves together and act like fucking adults, if you are capable of doing so."

Henrik sinks back in his seat, slightly ashamed but still trembling. Jackie briefly glares at Anti before taking Henrik's hand, glancing away. Anti stares at the floor and scoffs, but says nothing more.

Chase looks between them before speaking again, slowly. "Now. We're here to talk about what we know of the Narrator. Does anyone have any specific information to offer?"

No one says a word. Chase exhales loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

This is going to be a long meeting.

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