::The landloard opens up the door to an unocupied apartment and steps in. It's modestly sized and clean.::

"Here. If you need me for any... night calls, i'll be happy to oblige."

::He drops the keys on the floor and leaves.::

:: Azura resists the urge to vomit on the floor at the thought of the Landlord's definition of 'night calls'. She picks up her key and places it in her pocket and walks away from the door leaving it wide open. Her gaze falls upon the windows of the apartment and she spends the next five minutes or so making sure each and every one of them is left nice and open. And no, she isn't a fresh air freak. Suddenly feeling a little cold she remembers she was hit by a water filled condom and fetches a towel from the bathroom. Once she has has dried herself off, including her hair as best she can, she moves sits on the couch and admires her new place. ::

(Hopefully that strange girl won't jump me in the night.)

:: Azura doesn't need her power of telepathy to over hear the commotion in the hallway since she has a her door wide open. Frowning, she gets to her feet and walks toward her door, she pauses for a moment and then steps out into the hallway. ::

:: Azura enters her apartment and goes straight into the kitchen for a glass of water. The door to the apartment being left open. After she has filled a glass with water she walks over to the couch and sits down, taking a sip of water every few seconds. ::

(What a horrid, horrid, creature. Why Dante can stand her, I don't know.)

::Mosies on in and locates Azura in the kitchen.::

"You left your door open."

:: Azura doesn't look at Veronica, but goes to rinse her glass out and put it away neatly in the cupboard again. ::

"I know. I don't like closed doors."

"What are you, claustrophobic?"

(Freak.)

"..."

(Wait.)

"Sorry."

::Azura breezes past Veronica and takes a seat.::

"If you want to label it. Then yes I am."

:: She eyes Veronica for a second after the name calling, then bows her head accepting the apology. ::

"It's quite all right. Over hearing unwanted thoughts is something I will have to get used to."

"I'd imagine it's weird. Hearing people's thoughts."

(And very invasive.)

::Thinking of Dante, she attempts to establish some sort of kinship with Azura, honing in on the disease.::

"The doctors told my mom I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I don't think I do though."

::Azura blinks at Veronica's confession, but attributes it to the girl's way of trying to establish a bond. She moves in her seat so that she is facing Veronica more, her hands sitting neatly in her lap. ::

"Well I haven't come across anyone with that before, so I wouldn't know if you did or not."

:: She clears her throat. ::

"And yes, it is strange to hear another person's thoughts. And not very pleasent at times."

:: With her gaze still on Veronica, she clicks her tongue in her mouth then motions to one of the seats. ::

"You can sit down if you like. It would take the weight off of your leg."

"My leg is fine. It was my foot that got broken. And it's almost fine too."

::She sits anyway, staring at Azura.::

(Can you hear this?)

::Julie knocks on the door gently::

"Sorry to interrupt, but do you think one of you could give me a hand with my bags?"

::She has an awkward expression on her face, not really keen on asking for help.::

::Recognising Julie from the Magic Shop, Veronica stands up, balling her fists at her sides.::

"What, do you just walk into people's apartments??"

"Oh. Ok."

:: Azura stares back at Veronica, having not heard what was said beacuse her power is wacky like that at the moment. She tries to relax under the girl's gaze since she seems to respond well to not being talked down to. ::

(This is going well. So far.)

:: She looks toward the door when Julie appears, but doesn't really need to say anything since Veronica has beaten her too it. A smile creeps onto her face by what is being said, the girl telling Julie off for what she has done herself. ::

::Julie looks at Veronica and frowns::

"I don't want any trouble with you kid, and I knocked, and also I didn't walk in."

::She looks at Azura::

"Once again, sorry for interrupting, but your door was open and I really would love if you could give me a hand with my stuff... it's okay if you can't though, I'll just make a few more trips."

"Maybe if you stopped blabbering and moved your ass they'd be upstairs by now. There's a freaking elevator, for crying out loud. What do you want, someone to hold your hand?"

::Julie looks at Veronica.::

"Thanks, if you ever need my help I'll be there to help you."

::She leaves.::

::Shouts loudly enough for Julie to overhear.::

"Moron."

::Sighs and looks at Azura.::

"Is it just me or does everyone in this town suck?"

:: Azura stares at Veronica. She shifts in her seat a little. ::

"Yes. You could say that. Quite a few of the people I have met so far... suck. Not including your or Dante."

:: She adds the last bit quickly just incase Veronica took offence. ::

"It's annoying. This place is full of losers."

::Starts to feel bored and awkward.::

"I'm going home."

::She stands.::

"I'm going out with Dante later. We might come round. Bye."

::She leaves to the hallway.::

"Bye."

:: Azura waves a little as well, but Veronica is already gone so there is no real point to what she just did. Furrowing her brow, she gazes around her apartment as she mulls over her meeting with Veronica. Sighing she sits back on the couch, curling her legs up under her and relaxes. ::

:: Azura's head snaps up, her eyes having dropped closed for a couple of seconds. She looks around and realises she's been sitting staring into nothing for quite some time. After a small stretch she gets to her feet and pads over to her open door. She sticks her head outside then walks out into the hallway ::

:: Azura unlocks her apartment door and walks inside, leaving the door wide open. She switches on the lights and makes her way over to the windows of the living area, opening them enough to let an adequate amount of fresh air in. She turns to watch the doorway for Luke. ::

::Luke carries the stuff in and slams the door with his foot. He cringes at his actions.::

"Sorry. That was bit too loud, wasn't it? Where do you want me to put these?"

:: Azura's eyes dart to the closed door, her hands beginning to feel clammy almost straight away. Her breath hitches in her throat as she tries to remain calm for as long as she possibly can. She whispers to herself. ::

"Open the door."

:: She taks one shaky step foward, then rushes toward the door, pushing past Luke. Gripping the handle tight she wrenches the door open and then falls to the side, leaning against the frame. ::

"Don't... close the door."

(Hmm. They did say that she didn't like being overcrowded...)

"So, uh. You are a bit claustrophobic, eh?"

::Luke puts the bags down on the coffee table.::

:: Azura nods, her breathing gradually returning to normal. ::

"A bit. Yes. It's improved, but it still..."

:: She motions to the partially open windows, and then looks down, embarrassed by her lapse in compsure. ::

"It's all right. I was thinking of keeping this a secret for a little bit to see how this would go but it's probably best if I spill it now so you aren't paranoid."

::He clears his throat.::

"I know that you're a telepathic witch."

:: Azura stares at Luke after he admits what he's really interested in her for. She averts her gaze to the floor, the pushes away from the doorway and sits on the couch. Once she's settled she turns her attention back to Luke. ::

"I am. And I already know that you knew. What I don't understand is how you knew."

"Well..."

::He takes a deep breath.::

"...I'm your...Whitelighter."

::He grins to her in an uneasy manner.::

:: Azura frowns, and leans forward, clasping her hands around her knees. ::

"Forgive me. Whitelighter?"

"Right, uh, a guardian angel of sorts to nascent witches. We are assigned to guide witches to become efficient in their craft."

"Oh..."

:: Azura nods, and looks down at her lap. ::

"I'll be upfront about my powers with you. I can heal humans and good magical beings such as yourself of their injuries. I can sense where my charges are...or rather, a charge since you are my only charge at the moment. When you call my name, I will be able to hear you from almost anywhere, unless one of are in the Underworld...I'll explain about that later. And at this point, I will orb to you..."

:: Azura nods. ::

"This is a lot to take in. Is orbing your way of... moving around?"

"Yeah. And that was to both of your comments. Just observe."

::Luke waves at Azura as he dissolves in an orb cloud. He rematerializes at the kitchen table, sitting down.::

"Over here."

:: Azura's brow furrows as Luke orbs out, she thrn turns her head quickly toward the kitchen when he calls to her. ::

(This is unexpected.)

"That is quite impressive."

::Hearing the noise from the hallway, Luke stands up and peeks his head out to see the threesome (or the non-sexual variety, you perverts).::

(Damn. Paz.)

"I'll be right back, Azura. Call for me if you need me."

::Walks into the hallway.::

(Paz?)

:: Azura's curiosity gets the better of her and she gets up off of her seat, making her way to the hallway ::

:: Azura enters her apartment and begins rifling through the bag of things Luke bought for her at the magic shop. She removes an athame from one of the bags an dholds it stifly in front of her as if she didn't know what to do with the thing. Waving it around uncomfortably for a few seconds she places it carefully back down on the coffee table so that she doesn't cut herself. ::

(What else? It would help if Lucas had told me exactly what we were going to be doing.)

:: She purses her lip then lifts up one of the bags and dumps everything onto the couch. A small necklace drops out and she lifts it up into her hand. ::

(Pretty.)

:: Tying it around her neck, she allows herself a small smile then picks the athame back up but has no idea where to put it, so she keeps it in her hand. Deciding that will do, she walks back out to the hallway ::