Sister-mine: a story of cyber sisters

I’ve been working on this blog post since August 27th, 2018 and also since 1996. 22 years ago. My family lived between Mukilteo, Washington and Victor, Montana. We had our first home computer stationed just outside the white walled kitchen of our apartment in Mukilteo. It was a Compaq Presario and we had A.O.L. I was around 12 at the time I first used the internet. Somewhere during my time surfing: I discovered a Play-by-E-mail Sailor Moon roleplaying group. It’s exactly what it sounds like: someone began a story in a mass email, wrote a section, sent it forward. We would read it, add a little more, and send it back. The result was a long, branching story based on Sailor Moon characters that we’d all made up. I was Sailor Dark Moon and I think her power was ice.

Somewhere during that time: I met a girl, my own age, who was also playing. We became friends. We emailed back and forth and shared our love of Sailor Moon. My memories of my childhood fade around the edges. We started to send boxes of gifts and trinkets: friendship bracelets, cards, photos, letters; we did this at least once in our childhood. I remember she sent me her copy of Wild Arms 2 (for original Playstation) which I still have. We sent poems, short stories, artwork and photographs over the years.

This is a picture of 16(?) year old Stephanie in West Virginia and a picture of me resting on her bulletin board in the background. Also Pocahontas because she's a giant #Disnerd and always has been.

This is a picture of 16(?) year old Stephanie in West Virginia and a picture of me resting on her bulletin board in the background. Also Pocahontas because she's a giant #Disnerd and always has been.

After our Sailor Moon RPG we decided we wanted to write something darker, more "edgy." We were 14 and both lived in rural towns. I'll let you guess exactly how much "edge" we had in our real lives. We made up two sisters: Jade and Kami Astar with jet black hair and blue and purple eyes (we were both brunettes/blonde with nowhere near as intense eyes), gave them amazing skills with weapons and magic, curse words, caffeine, nicotine, boyfriends and even husbands, we explored marriage, violence, infertility, terrorism--the topics we wrote about over the years were often something we could never talk to anyone else about. We lived lives through Jade and Kami that took us from friends to cyber-sisters. 

We wrote in a time before spellcheck and before it ever occurred to us that spelling and grammar were something to be proud of. We just loved the story, the characters, winding an inexplicable (and often odd and hilarious) path through these fictional lives. We were living and breathing in worlds that we simply weren't allowed to consider in our early, teenage lives. And it was terrible! But we loved it. I'll share two embarrassing excerpts from somewhere around 1998-1999 (I'm writing as Jade and Stephanie is writing as Kami):

We created artwork together--sharing everything from Microsoft Paint to illegal copies of early Photoshop. This relationship between writing and art would continue throughout our lives and we'd continue to collaborate and share dreams and ideas (and software). 

Our writing graduated to include fan art! We made artwork of our characters: mostly using Sailor Moon images for reference. I can probably tell you the issues of Tomb Raider, The Darkness, Witchblade or PSN Magazine that I borrowed the poses/reference material for. Clearly, I wanted to be an artist when I was younger... These images range from when I was between 14 and 17 (disclaimer: that's between 17 and 20 years ago now!).

My nickname for Stephanie, ‘sister-mine’ even has literary roots: I first saw it used in a book series by Tanya Huff.

My nickname for Stephanie, ‘sister-mine’ even has literary roots: I first saw it used in a book series by Tanya Huff.

Jack (Stephanie's cat) and Boo (my baby). Boo has shorter hair than Jack but somehow I ended up with a Tuxedo cat just like Steph.

Jack (Stephanie's cat) and Boo (my baby). Boo has shorter hair than Jack but somehow I ended up with a Tuxedo cat just like Steph.

Stephanie recovered this screenshot from an email from circa 2008. No copy of the game exists to my knowledge. I'm quite saddened by that fact, really.

Stephanie recovered this screenshot from an email from circa 2008. No copy of the game exists to my knowledge. I'm quite saddened by that fact, really.

Stephanie and I have had various fictional versions within my stories: from Jade and Kami Astar, to their daughters Leia and Sabor, to online aliases in "6 Hours Remaining," to Dawn in my Transcendence story (destined to be Malisyn's best friend later in life), we've collaborated on everything from play-by-Forum stories, novellas to short stories to: really, food inspired this story? Food. Yes. Really.:

Some random concept graphic I made for a steampunk story we were considering in 2014? I dare say nothing has come of it yet but I've not given up on it! And neither has she: the flying kingdoms in the sky made it in to my motivational poster!

Some random concept graphic I made for a steampunk story we were considering in 2014? I dare say nothing has come of it yet but I've not given up on it! And neither has she: the flying kingdoms in the sky made it in to my motivational poster!

Stephanie continued to draw (she graduated from Columbus Academy of Art and Design!), and we both kept on writing. Stephanie went on to draw sketches and characters from my stories, which I'm shamelessly sharing here: Top lefto two are Malisyn, then Nox, bottom left is Meghan (Earthborne), then Malisyn and a group concept piece from Transcendence.

You can see Stephanie’s portfolio on her website: http://stephskiles.com

We've shared all sorts of adventures--our teenage years, our 20s and now our mid-30s where we deal with things like weight gain, adult acne, dentures and step-children. We share our battles and our loses over the internet, often connecting on Facebook Messenger on a daily basis to check in, bitch, listen, ask about life--

Circa July 2017: Steph shows off that she caved and finally bought a FitBit, and I'm showing off an empty water bottle (because I hate water). Together we've struggled with the inexplicable weight-gain of our 30s and an inability to stay motivated.

Circa July 2017: Steph shows off that she caved and finally bought a FitBit, and I'm showing off an empty water bottle (because I hate water). Together we've struggled with the inexplicable weight-gain of our 30s and an inability to stay motivated.

2015: Stephanie's art is a recognizable spirit within our house, and this image especially is closest to my heart because it involves both of them.

2015: Stephanie's art is a recognizable spirit within our house, and this image especially is closest to my heart because it involves both of them.

The very first messages that Mason and Stephanie ever exchanged were regarding writing, art and me: Mason commissioned Steph to make the world's greatest motivational poster. You can read more about that here: Art is Love.

Another way we've always stayed in touch is through gaming. The internet may have brought us email, instant messages, MySpace, forums and Facebook--but it also brought us Xbox Live, Playstation Network and Steam. I think the game we've played the longest has been Minecraft, but we've also played games for GameChat, a weekly game group that Stephanie helped create, where we play a game and then chat about it like a book club for gamers. (Sound cool? It is: you should join! You can jump into the Disord channel and chat with me or Stephanie right now!)

Some of the games we've played are pictured below alongside our characters or characters I related to: including the time we played World of Warcraft a few years ago and made identical elf characters on accident. There is enough variation in World of Warcraft that you'd think we'd be able to make characters with faces, hair and ear styles that weren't identical, right? Except we've been playing together for so long, and have similar preferences... so similar, in fact, that this exact situation happened when we finally met-up in game. "Oh. I see. We look like sisters."

We played A Night in the Woods where I'm convinced we were Mae and Bea (the cat and alligator, as seen below); we've tried Starbound, and I died so many times in Don't Starve that Stephanie will never play it with me ever again...

A game that has been a constant has been The Sims. Somehow Steph is never very far away in any of my Sims games. Here was my version of her from 2015 (alongside my boyfriend at the time, Joe!), and another video from Minecraft in 2016 that includes a Creeper and Stephanie.

I recorded this YouTube video in 2015. That moment when you meet your best friend in The Sims 4.

Minecraft: August 21st, 2016 with Mason and Stephanie.

Stephanie's name is a household name. My parents can recognize her voice on the XBox or PS4 (we don't call each other on purpose!) My mom has borrowed pictures from Facebook, printed them off and has them hanging in my bedroom/office at our Montana home (alongside other family photos):

When Mason and I went to Emerald City ComiCon in 2016 in Seattle: we stopped by the LEGO store. Room for 3 custom characters? It made perfect sense to include Steph in that equation:

Me with my camera and wine bottle, Mason with his hat, dress clothes and laptop, and Stephanie with her Minecraft Pickaxe, khaki-colored pants and trophy (we'll assume it was for #1 sister).

So, I realize that this seems like a lot for someone I've never "met." No one asks me why I include Stephanie in my nearly-daily life, if they know me, they just know it is something that is a reality. Just because we'd never met in real life was not grounds to assume she was some sort of serial killer or pretending to be someone she wasn't. No, I'm happy to say that the girl I met—grew up with me over the internet and we learned to trust each other from 2,000 miles and 2 time zones away and that our relationship as sisters is stronger than any relationship I've built with members of my own "blood" related family.

And then, for a series of unrelated events, Stephanie was going to make a trip to Seattle. At first it was something along the lines of “Oh, I may be going to Emerald City ComiCon or to PAX West, and we could see each other over the weekend.” Great, that sounds great! And then that plan fell through, and then she told me she was flying out to meet some future business partners for a retreat, and could she just land in Spokane and then we’d drive her to Seattle..?

Uh, yeah. That’d be great. (Why couldn’t this have happened 5 years ago when I was 25 lbs lighter and had all my teeth?)

For the days leading up to her arrival: I didn’t get truly nervous until the Friday she was supposed to land. I was legitimately shaking, I’d been less nervous about getting my teeth pulled or flying 9 hours over the Pacific Ocean than I was to see her for the first time. And then it happened. And I realized: I’ve seen her, I’ve heard her, I’ve been around her my whole life, there was nothing to be nervous about. I think most people who knew we were going to meet kept saying: “It will never be the same!” and “You must be so excited!” Well, yes, of course I’m excited and no, it will never be the same. But then I remind myself: we could have done this earlier, any time, but it wasn’t necessary. We talk every day online, we share so much, it’s like we’re in the same city quite often, just 3 hours apart. It was a natural progression of our sibling life: we did the thing, now we go back to the way things were.

I was conflicted and mostly broke while she was here. I kept fighting myself: do I do something special or do I live my life as normal (the exception being the apartment was cleaner than ANYONE had ever seen it)? I wanted to push all my pressing SpoCon duties aside but then I realized: no, I’ll be myself, I’ll let her see I can live my life as usual because her visiting was just another, natural part of it. So I answered my SpoCon emails and tried my best to include Stephanie our lives for a brief few days.

Her plane landed around 11:45 p.m. on Friday. Mason scored a video of the first time we met:

We drove home and I said “I’m sorry,” probably a hundred times for a hundred silly reasons. We chattered on until around 1 a.m. (it was 4 a.m. her local time, the poor thing). As was part of our tradition: we each had a literal bag of gifts for each other that we had picked up over the last year. We happily exchanged gifts and stories! (Mason was happy to be included in the gift-giving event.)

We woke up early-ish and altered our plans to drive to Montana and visit my childhood home. Instead, we met in the middle, and drove to the 50,000 Silver Dollar Bar and then to the St. Regis Gift Shop. We met my parents—who were excited and happy for us to meet!—had a lovely lunch, then returned home. We made sure to stop by North Idaho College campus so she could see where I’d spent the last 2.5 years.

On the way back we discussed that Steph hadn’t been around Native American culture very often; mostly just burial sites on the East Coast. So we found out that Julyamsh was happening that weekend! We detoured to Coeur d’Alene and attended the Powwow. We browsed the various arts and crafts, stood inside a teepee and watched the costumed dancers. We ordered food—a process that included actual tears and a waiting period of about 45 minutes—and sat in the bleachers to watch.

Here is a compilation of the videos I took (poorly, from my phone) of the Julyamsh Powwow dancers, and also whatever happened to Saturday night..! I couldn't start this next section off without first playing this song.

Saturday Night we went to a midnight showing at the Garland Theater of Rocky Horror Picture Show!

Sunday was our weekly SpoCon meeting and Steph was happy to tag-a-long. Before the meeting we visited Riverfront park and Mason acted, much to my chagrin, as tour guide. He was clearly the best fit person for the job—but I was so defensive of my time with Steph that I was getting mad when they had conversations. I never said I was reasonable about how my brain decided to allocate my fierce sense of loyalty…

We had dinner at my friend Edgar and Norma’s house and Stephanie played Munchkin for the first time. Her and Mason went on to a joint-victory.

Monday included a trip to Riverfront Park as a Spokane icon. Part of seamlessly integrating Stephanie into our daily lives included our Monday Night Starfinder game. I had done the Gamers 2 thing had rolled up a character sheet for her (for just the one session!) and she played my in-game older sister Trinket. Hilarity ensued.

After we wrapped up our Starfinder session for the night: turns out we weren't quite done gaming. We went home and opened up our brand new board game (we bought it especially to play with the artist in the family!): Bob Ross, the Chill game! We drank hot chocolate and played a board game until late in the evening. I won! And Boo Boo tried to play a few times by jumping on the table. Stephanie was less than impressed by his manners.

Tuesday included a trip to Spokane's Northwest Museum of Art and Culture, a drive up South Hill to overlook Spokane, Manito Park and the historic Davenport Hotel!

Wednesday began with a very early morning and a long, hot car ride to Seattle. We dropped Stephanie off at her friend’s place of work. Mason distracted her friend for a minute so I could say goodbye. I had a brief flashback to Mason leaving me, Allie, Rebekah and Crystal at the Seattle hotel before our trip to London. Until the moment he stepped out the door—I didn’t miss him. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks and I started crying. The same thing happened. The moment I hugged Stephanie, and she said “I love you,” I realized I’d been worried the entire time that somehow she didn’t. And I waited until she wandered off with her friend and then I fell apart. I waited a few minutes under the pretense of mapping directions to our AirBNB. I considered sending a ❤ emoji to Stephanie’s Facebook Messenger and decided against it. 

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She sent one shortly after, I stopped crying after that, and Mason and I headed off on our first vacation in Seattle that wasn’t centered around a convention.

 


That's the story about how two girls met, grew up and eventually met in real life. Now is the story about how we continue to grow up and navigate this giant sea turtle hurtling through space. Our current lives look something like this: I'm headed back to Eastern Washington University in September (tomorrow!) to begin work towards my Bachelor's Degree in Creative Writing. To fulfill a dream of writing I've had since I first wrote about the adventures of Jade Astar alongside her sister. Stephanie is taking a running leap into freelancing to make a life before she begins at a company in Washington State (yes, my Washington state! The far west side, and not for another two+ years at least).

For now, she's opened a Patreon and is taking orders for storyboarding and character illustrations. Support Stephanie as she takes the next step in her freelance art career: join her Patreon campaign. Her happiness is our happiness, and her artwork is amazing and she deserves to be supported. 

 Stephanie has gone back to West Virginia, and we're still here in Spokane. We've taken a break from Minecraft for the moment--but we've been spending our Thursday nights exploring Los Santos in Grand Theft Auto V. Here are our avatars exploring Stephanie's new apartment.

Update: December 2018 and we’re playing Red Dead Redemption 2 Online together! #OutlawsForLife

Update: December 2018 and we’re playing Red Dead Redemption 2 Online together! #OutlawsForLife

Believe me when I say it was more than mere procrastination that prevented me from writing this blog for two months; I wanted to get the details right, I wanted to be able to look back at the moment and reflect, and to make sure life continued as usual. And it did, and this very morning I woke up and the first two people I talked to were Stephanie and Mason, and we’ll be gaming on Thursday, and I know I’ll see Steph again in the future—and I’m glad to have known her so far.

We’ve walked vastly different paths in life, and have succeeded—and failed—in stride. We keep going, we dust each other off, sit three feet away from each other on the couch (2,000 miles away digitally), and secretly hope nothing but the best for each other. At least, that’s the story I’m sticking to.

Stephanie has been my sister-mine since the very first page, and this is where our story is at now. Keep believing that I’ll get my novels written after school, and that Steph will continue to succeed with her art (and sheer stubbornness). Thanks for reading.

CampNaNoWriMo Days 1-2

Camp National Novel Writing Month is upon us! I've committed to 10,000 words in April and I'm hoping to surpass that goal. My first entry is 2,161 words for April 1st, 0 words for April 2nd.

Synopsis to see if "QUIET, demon" is right for you:

Jade and Kami are baristas, sisters and demon hunters. They run the Mythos Grande: a gluten-free, demon-free drive-thru coffee shop that serves up a hell of a latte and demon-slaying services on the side.

Content warning: Language, some sexual references (demonic STDs), some gross stuff. Mostly just language and a lot of weird. I'm re-connecting to these characters and it's been a long time since we talked. That sounds like excuses. It is. But the point of Camp National Novel Writing Month, just like NaNoWriMo itself, is to get the words out there. If I can salvage anything from this for later--great. If not, at least I wrote it, and we can continue onward.

There are a lot of [blank] spaces: the goal is word count, not stopping to think up names or details. It's mostly a sawed off shotgun approach to writing. Stuff a thousand words in the barrel: spray them on the page. Hope a wedding ring falls out.

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Photo by januarystock on DevintArt

QUIET, Demon

“One large double shot vodka latte. Breve.”

“Sorry, I’m all outta douche.” Jade smiled, letting her over-sized sunglasses slip down the bridge of her nose. “Besides, I charge double for anyone who orders a breve. Unless you let me spit in it.”

“Spit in it? I hear you’re contagious now.”

Jade dropped the bottle of vodka she had grabbed from beneath the counter. The glass shattered.

“WHO TOLD YOU THAT?” Her voice broke. “WAS IT--”

Laughter interrupted her. She shut her mouth and narrowed her eyes at the man sitting in the drive-thru. He drove some hot red convertible, straight out of a mid-life-crisis pencil-dick best selling novel. It was the only thing about him that was memorable.

Darien? Keith? What the hell is his name? She couldn’t remember. After a while they all started blurring together. Sure, she’d slept with a few--dozendred men and a couple especially attractive women, or men who looked like women--but word didn’t usually get around that fast. Somebody had been flapping their damn mouth and she had a pretty good idea who.

“You tell that son-of-a-bitch to keep his mouth shut,” Jade said as she slammed the window shut and put up the ‘closed’ sign. He was still laughing as he spun out in the drive-way.

The phone rang.

“Thanks for calling Mythos Grande, a gluten-free, demon-free, drive-thru coffee shop. Can I take your order?”

The voice on the other line screamed something inaudible, high-pitched like breaking glass and nails across a chalk board.

“DAMN IT, Kyle, use your Temporal voice, please. My ears are bleeding.” She pulled the phone away and wiped blood off the screen.

“Jade, thank the Goddess--” The man sounded out of breath. “I was in a panic, I’m sorry, Malachite--”

“Kyle, what’s going on? Kyle?” The phone went dead.

“Can this day get any fucking worse?”

A knock came at the door. Jade jumped up to get it--and stepped right on the broken pieces of vodka bottle. She fell down and curled into a fetal position on the floor, cursing in every language she knew, including one that started to open a portal to another world.

Kami fumbled with her keys. “Jade? What’s that sound?” The portal began to shine with bright purple light. Kami kicked the door open at the last moment to find Jade being sucked into a portal.

“Oh no you don’t--you have to finish your shift,” Kami snatched her sister’s ankle and pulled her back across the floor--and through the broken glass. Jade cursed again and remembered the proper words to close the portal. Her feet and ribcage was bleeding, and she heard someone outside honking.

“Can’t you see the sign says we’re closed!?” Jade propped herself up against the wall beneath the window.

“What. Happened.” Kami’s jaw was tight. She looked from the bloodied floor, to the broken glass, to the faint purple residue left by the accidental-portal-to-another-dimension. “Didn’t we just talk about not opening portals during daylight hours..?”

“It was an accident. Some jerk in the drive-thru pissed me off, then Kyle called and hung up on me,” Jade pulled a shard of glass from her foot, “Fuck, that hurts. Then I stepped on this broken bottle. Right. In my incoherent cursing from the pain, I opened a portal to another world, then you saved me, and dragged me back through the broken glass. That about sum it up?” Jade raised her eyebrows skeptically and pulled another shard free.

Kami crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway.

“Kyle hung up on you? That Kyle? Like, the one who works over at the real coffee shop at the opposite end of town?”

“It’s not a real coffee shop, and yes, that one. He said something about Malachite. There’s only one jerk-off in town by that name.”

Kami opened the opposite window and leaned out to take the coffee order. Jade pulled herself back up to her stool and ran a rag under hot water. She washed the blood off her foot and side, fully aware of the customer watching her with a startled expression. They obviously weren’t a local. Kami gave the customer a discount and put up the other ‘closed’ sign. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a black apron and tossed it to Jade.

“Here, cover that blood up. We should go talk to Malachite, see what’s up with Kyle.”

Jade peeled off her bloodied shirt and put the apron on instead. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“That isn’t what I had in mind.” Kami said, arching an eyebrow.

Jade looked down and shrugged.

“You’re right. I can’t hide my gun.” She pulled a copper-colored leather jacket that was hanging on the back of the door and nodded. Then she strapped on a gun holster that rested, thankfully, against her ribs that weren’t lacerated. Her jacket covered it all nicely. Kami opened her mouth to comment but gave up. She grabbed her leather jacket--a more conservative black--and opened the door for her sister.

Jade shut off the lights to Mythos Grande and they stepped out of the drive-thru coffee shop into the sun. Jade blinked with another curse and adjusted her sun glasses. Kami smirked.

“If you had a normal schedule, you’d be used to this concept they call sunlight.”

“I don’t like it.” Jade grumbled and hissed at the sky.

“What’d the guy at the drive-thru do to piss you off?”

“He ordered a breve, which he knew I hated. When I said I was going to spit in it, he said he heard I was ‘contagious.’”

Kami’s eyebrows rose.

“Word travels fast, apparently. I’m sorry, sis.”

“I can’t believe that jerk, who does that? I mean, if it was regular herpes I could have dealt with it, but DEMON HERPES? I didn’t even know that fucker was a demon until a week later. There is NO REMEDY for this. I cannot begin to tell you how uncomfortable--”

“No, no, you’ve told me. Seriously. Gross.”

“And they talk. Seriously. Worse thing ever. I’ll be in the bathroom and I’ll hear this infernal whispering--”

“OHMYGOD, stop. Please.”

“And then you make me sit on a stool for 8 hours a day, what kind of monster are you?”

Kami rolled her eyes. “The kind that is trying to run two a business and pay off a stupid amount of student loans who can’t seem to find decent help.”

Two businesses, and what’s so hard about finding someone [insert generic job application skills] and, you know, who knows how to handle their own in case of demons?”

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“It’s a letter from my Student Loan Officer. Apparently I haven’t met their very specific requirements and they’re going to send someone to... collect.”

“What kind of Student Loan did you get?”

“The one where the Fine Print includes various descriptions of bodily harm, apparently.” Kami handed Jade the letter.

“Wait a minute, you took a Student Loan out from -- [name]? [name] fucking [name]?”

Kami shrugged.

“I kind of assumed that slinging coffee and demon hunting would be enough to pay the bills. You know we’re in a bad spot when caffeine pays better than justice.”

Jade crumpled the letter with a sigh.

“We just need more work, that’s all. We can get a payment to your Loan Shark before they come to visit. It said we had two weeks.”

“Jade, where are we going to get that kind of money in two weeks?”

“I know a guy.”

“You know most of the guys--”

“Watch it.”

“It just so happens that I got word, discreetly, from a guy who says he has a cure for Demon herpes. Which, as you well know, I am very keen to acquire. He needs a job done, of the demon-slaying kind, in return. It pays well. It pays enough to send that payment and another.”

“What’s the job?”

“It doesn’t matter what it is, does it? We’ll do it, we’ll get the money, problem solved.”

“No, no. Remember the last ‘job’ you took without asking enough details? I’m pretty sure that’s how you met--”

“Don’t even say that son-of-a-bitches name. I remember. Point taken. I’ll get the details.”

Jade text furiously as she spoke. She watched her phone as she spoke.

“We haven’t had a decent job in months, Kami. Besides, Starr’s old enough, she can watch the coffee shop while we’re gone. There won’t be anything to worry about.”

“What if [name] comes to the shop looking for me? What if he finds Starr instead?”

Jade looked up from her phone long enough to give Kami a raised-eyebrow look of disbelief.

“He wouldn’t dare. But even if he did--Starr can handle herself.”

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“I hate this fucking coffee shop.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“I still hate it.”

The building was made of alabaster brick with a curved tile roof. The double doors were painted red. A copper bell hung next to the entrance, as if anyone would have trouble hearing someone enter the door. Although, they might, the interior itself was spacious. The coffee and book shop, called the [king reference], was the only competition to Mythos Grande in town as far as demon-hunting services were concerned. The coffee tasted like shit, so they sold books as a source of back-up income. Jade took every opportunity to remind the shop owner of the quality of his coffee.

They pushed open the front doors and the place was packed. Overly-priced laptops and cellphones plugged in to every possible outlet, the smell of burnt, shitty coffee and organic pastries hung in the air. Jade’s lip curled. A line stretched from the counter to the doorway and so they waited.

“Who pays $8 for a fucking cup of coffee?” Jade asked, checking out the menu as she did every time. She opened her phone and stole the Weekly Special off the board and text it to Starr.

“The same people who pay Malachite twice what we charge to hunt demons, sister-mine.”

“Yuppies. Trust fund hippies and the spawn of rich people. Whatever demonic shit they get themselves into, I have zero interest in getting them out of, even if they could pay me twice for it.”

“Even if he’s hot?” Kami asked with a smirk.

“Don’t get me started, I can’t believe you think--”

The line surged to the left and left Malachite sparkling in the distance. Jade felt a little weak in the knees. Her strong, independent knees. Malachite’s hair was naturally white and pulled back into an elegant man-bun held up by jade chopsticks. His thick-rimmed glasses were also white. Stunning ice-blue eyes met hers and he smiled with a twitch of his perfect lips. He wore a v-neck t-shirt with an unnecessary scarf around his neck. His wrist and forearm were bandaged from fresh tattoos. Probably another poem he had written. His gaze settled on Jade with a pretentious smirk then slid to her sister and changed into something Jade couldn’t identify except to associate it with hunger. Whatever it was, Jade didn’t like it. Malachite flipped a rebellious strand of hair over his shoulder. The line moved back to block their view.

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“Kami, dear,” Malachite leaned over the counter, took her hand and kissed it lightly. The plastic wrap on his arm crinkled from the gesture. Blood shifted beneath the plastic and he winced in a delicate way. “To what do I own the pleasure of your company?”

“I’d like a double-shot Spicy Chocolate--”

Kami elbowed her in the ribs. Her scratched, bloodied ribs. She bit her tongue. Hard.

“We need your help.” Kami glanced at her sister. “I need your help.”

Malachite clapped his hands together. The room went silent. A man rushed out from the kitchen, wearing another unnecessary scarf, and took Malachite’s place behind the register. Malachite stepped aside and the conversations in the room continued. He led them through the coffee shop to a darkened corner. The door was painted red like the entrance. Two muscle-bound meat-heads stood guard. Jade wondered if they were just for looks for if they were really on the payroll. Apparently business was good.

One of the men unlocked the door as Malachite approached.

“You boys can search me if you’d like,” Jade said with a wink. Kami smacked her on the back of the head and dragged her through the door behind her.

The door led to a staircase that spiraled another story below ground. The room was lit with low-wattage light bulbs and a few flickering candles. A couple velvet-covered chairs and a long sofa sat against one wall. Malachite motioned for them to sit. The room was silent.

“I’m sorry for the precautions but I couldn’t risk anyone overhearing us.”

“Is there some kind of trouble?” Kami asked as she sat. Jade flopped down on the couch next to her with a wince.

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