More of the Bran thing!
I haven't crawled back through the archives to find all the previous bits I've written - So I'll sumarise. Bran has been taken to the Silverwell Summer house, on the instructions of Angel after a particularly bad incident, with the intention of getting him away from such targets and out itno the country. From here, Necro decided that he wanted to play a bit more. The following was spawned.

Please do not confuse me with an author. Enjoy the brain-bleed.

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Necromancer glared at the blinds, as though it were their fault he wasn’t born with opposable thumbs. He tried again to operate the cord with his teeth, but again to no avail – aside from making the cord sloppy with dog-slobber.

Of course, had he wanted to he could always have woken the boy up the way he woke everyone up – By pouncing on them and drooling on them until they got up in disgust. But he’d been asked to go gentle on the new arrival, so gentle he was going to be – and there was nothing like the gentle kiss of blinding sunlight to wake a boy up, hey?

Provided he could get it open.

Sighing, he gave up and plonked himself onto the ground, closing his eyes for a moment. There was a faint sound as his shape quivered for a moment and changed, shifting itself from that of a large black dog into that of a large drastically under-dressed black man. He stood up and, opened the blinds, lips quirking slightly with triumph.

Light came pouring in onto the bed where Bran, the boy who had arrived at the Silverwell home last night, was still sleeping. This was the first time he’d been able to get a good look at him – he’d been forbidden to startle the boy until he was used to the place. Of course, seeing Necro first thing in the morning probably wasn’t going to be much better. But hey, he was man-shaped at the moment, right? That’d be less of a surprise to the boy – how surprised could he be to find man-shaped things living in a man-built den? So no problems!

That thought in mind, Necro vaulted onto the end of the bed and crouched down, tilting his head to the side as he waited for the light to take effect. Bran scrunched up his face and cringed as the light invaded his personal space. One arm was thrown over his eyes in an attempt to keep the light out, before being flung back to the side as ineffectual. He sighed and opened his eyes, blinking them shut again immediately as his eyes tried to adjust to the light.

“Ow. Pain. Burning. Light. Ow.” He managed to get out, sitting up and covering his eyes with his hands. His hair was ruffled all over the place, like he’d been caught in a hurricane. Eventually he built up enough tolerance to the light to look at the other figure on the bed. Black skin, red eyes, long black hair… Grinning like a maniac with a new toy, which was sort of intimidating.

“Good morning, you want breakfast?” Necro asked cheerfully.

“I could kill for a coffee.” Bran replied, yawning.

“I don’t think I'm allowed to get you involved with any killing. But I could probably let you cause some property damage for a coffee, if you want.”

Bran chuckled, before his mind caught up with him. “Uh…Hold on a moment.” He started, pointing at the naked figure in front of him. “I don’t remember you. And I KNOW I didn’t do anything that would result in a memory blank… did I?” He looked confused, failing to find anything that could have caused it.

“Sorry, we haven’t met yet. My name is Necromancer. You can call me Necro, ‘cause you’re small and fluffy. And because everyone else does in any case.” He grinned, falling backwards the small way required to sit on the bed properly. “You’re new. Why’d Julian bring you here?”

“He was asked to. Why are you naked?”

“I don’t have pants.” Necro replied, as though it should have been obvious. Bran considered for a moment that it was, in fact, quite obvious. But not terribly helpful. He began wondering if perhaps he was still asleep. Any moment now the people would start chanting, and then the birds would come and get him…

Necro tilted his head and looked at him. “Are you a new pet?” He asked. Bran stared at him for a moment. Maybe he really was dreaming, his subconscious did this sort of weird shit to him. Still, just in case…

“Uh… no, I'm pretty sure I'm not – why would you say that?!”

“Because you have a collar and a lead.” Necro replied, pointing to the collar around Bran’s neck. He realised he’d forgotten to take it off last night. “So I figured you were a new pet. Although I didn’t think Julian would bring home any more pets.” Bran gave him a surprised look, so Necro continued, as though he were explaining. “He bought home Logan, but he’s not really a pet. But that’s okay, I plan to keep him anyway.”

“What… are you doing on my bed?” Bran asked eventually.

“Hey, isn’t it my turn to ask a question?” Necro smirked. “Besides, you shouldn’t waste questions asking silly things. Now come, we have food waiting.” Necro crawled off the bed and onto the floor, standing up to his full height and stretching. Bran watched him with wide eyes.

“… Wow.” He said, before catching himself. Necro looked over his shoulder and grinned with pride.

“Pretty impressive hey?” Necro held out his arms, showing off his tall, well-built figure. Bran nodded mutely. “You should see the real one.”

Bran didn’t really hear. Necro waved at him to follow and, deciding it probably wasn’t the dumbest Idea he’d had, Bran slid out of bed to follow.

They were half-way down the stairs when, out of nowhere, a pair of pants were flung at Necro. Necro snatched them out of the air.

“Spoil sport.” A woman’s voice worked up the stairs. Bran looked down. At the base of the stairs, hands resting on her hips, was a tanned and curved brunette. She smiled up at Bran and Necro. “No need to hurry, fluffy. It’s a shame to hide work like that.”

“See, that’s what I keep saying. But no, I have to partake in your strange pants ritual.” Necro grumbled, taking the stairs down to the bottom two at a time before pausing. “Okay, last look, Paige.”

Paige replied by prowling around him like a predator before reaching up to scratch him behind the ear. “Okay, done.”

Necro pouted when she stopped scratching him before he proceeded to inexpertly attempt to get into the pants. Bran stood about half way down the stairs, a look of complete non-comprehension on his face. Paige beamed up at him.

“I don’t bite. You can come down the stairs.” She said with a warm, flirtatious smile on her face. The corner of Bran’s mouth twitched as he started to comply.

“Where’s Julian?” Bran asked.

“Here.” A quiet voice replied from the base of the staircase. Bran blinked, noticing Julian leaning against the bottom banister for the first time. “Sleep well?”

“Um. Yes.”

Julian looked across to where Necro was hopping on one foot as he tried to get the other into the unhelpful item of clothing. “I apologise for the wake-up. I personally wouldn’t have sent Necro.”

“Uh, it’s okay… I mean, it was kinda not what I'm used to…”

“We should all be so lucky, hey?” Paige shot a sly smile at Bran before turning her attention back to Necro’s battle.

“Paige, please. He’s an animal.”

“I'm hurt.” Necro gasped, finally having defeated the pants. He leaned against the banister next to Julian. “I'm far more then any mere Animal.”

“Sorry boy, but to me you’re always large and furry.” Julian replied simply. Bran blinked.

“Right! That’s everyone. Now it’s time for the Sunday Breakfast extraordinaire!” Paige clapped her hands together and waved a hand for everyone to follow. Necro beamed and trotted after her.

“Now THAT’S a ritual I can get my teeth into!”

- posted by Washi @ 7:33 am