"Thank you for helping me here," Makaha said to the man who'd half-dragged him to the building, "Had I walked myself, the bleeding would have started again. Sorry about the cramped space."

The space was rather cramped. The two were seated in a good size broom closet. Mack's legs were cleaned up and he was bandaging his left leg. "I'm a part-time janitor here, you see," he explained, "So it's not much of a challenge for me to get ahold of some First Aid supplies. I suspect that my previous babbling was more from shock then physical harm anyway. You see, normally when I babble I do it on purpose. Involuntary babble is not something I do often. It's just as annoying to everyone else but I'm don't enjoy it either. Waste of energy."

Then he began on his less cut up right leg. "By the way, what was that thing that attacked me?"

Justen sighs. Involuntary babble, voluntary babble. It was all babble. But theguy needed an explianation. And Justen did forget to heal the cut fully. But here it goes.

"First things first. My name is Justen. Those who choose to call me Angel. Thereason is plain as you saw." He lets a tip of one of his wings show for an instant. "As for that thing. It was a demon." he looks past the guy. "As you probably can guess the reason it attacked was that it was hungry. And what better thing to eat than a sleeper." He explained in an emotionless voice.

Mack was fairly curious about this whole bit. So he'd been attacked by a demon. There was also something called a sleeper which he seemed to be. Question, what was this guy? Also, if he was a "sleeper" just why would a demon want to go after him anyway? Perhaps sleepers were people who demons enjoyed eating. Of course there had to be more to it than that.

"Ah... so," Makaha began, "I'm Makaha, Mack is fine. I don't have a nickname like yours. Maybe I'll think one up if I grow gills.

"Anyway, what are you? You don't give me the feeling that demon did and I'll bet you're not a sleeper like I seem to be either.

Also... is there a reason demons like to eat me rather than other people? Maybe it's because I don't go to church or something? But I doubt that that's it."

He thought there would be questions. Justen loosk to either side. It was an empty hall. Abandoned it would seem. He sits down against the cool wall. He opens up his cloak slightly. Where to start? With himself? With what a sleeper was? Well might as well talk.

"A sleeper is someone who has yet to realise their powers. When they do they are called awakened. That is what I am. Each sleeper adn awakened have a different power. Sometimes they are similair. Sleeper can sometimes use their powers but they have to be under severe stress. Usually this same stress can cause them to awaken. As for the demon... Demons like to go after easy meals taht are very filling. They usaully eat spirit energy. THis is what powers our well... powers. While a normal human has spirit energy a sleeper has more than a normal human. Awakened have even more than sleepers. So the reason the demon tried to eat you can be solved with one question. What would be a better meal; A sleeper or just happened to be walking by, or an armed awakened?" That was the short version. It left holes ofcourse. But thats what questions were for.

Makaha nodded along to this. It sounded rather ridiculous but he had just fought a demon after all. Then, he scooped up a handful of loose change. Throwing it into the air, he was able to somehow catch all but a couple of nickels before it hit the ground.

"Excellent," he exclaimed, "I seem to be able to increase my speed. I wanted wings but I suppose they're not exactly standard issue. I suppose that that's what I get. So it's not very original but I'll take it.

"So, do the Awakened have some sort of network or community? Maybe a Facebook group?" he was only half-joking. There were crazier things in this world.

Will merely shook his head. Only super speed? Most peopel had more than one power. Maybe it would reveal itself later. But right now he had to explain a bit more. But how to explain it. He looked up to the ceiling. This could be easy, or it could be hard. He had to make it simple.

"No there is no network. But there is a sense. I'm sure you felt something strange before you actually met the demon. I'm sure you also felt many strange things in your life before today. Strange smells or feelings. Saw something you couldn't quite explain nor even see clearly." He shrugged. he had to pull from expeirence, but it was usually the same with all sleepers and awakened. "A sleeper can sense the energy adn presnse of other sleepers. They can also sense demons, awakened, spirits, and gaurdians. This sense is enhanced when the sleeper awakens. They can see the spirits, demon, and gaurdians. They can sense spirit energy alot better as well. So know we don't keep in contact. But we can find and recognise each other."

He thought back to the time he woke up. He never thought he would be doing this. Then again he didn't think he would grow wings and fight demons with a special sword. But wierd stuff. Thats life it would seem.

Mack nodded in thanks. "This is quite a bit to take in. I appreciate your patience. Unfortunately, I have to get to work."

He was scrounging up a mop and a bucket as he said this and had pulled on a blue jacket. It was one of the sort that says, "Look at me, I clean up blood and vomit for a living."

"You know," he began, "maybe there should be a network of Awakened. I've had worse ideas. Here's my card, contact me whenever."

He gave over a sort of business card. The sort that is clearly made more out of boredom than for any entreprenurial spirit.

"So, if they call you Angel, I suppose I'll be Oxossi. He's a favorite deity of mine."

Justen stands and nods himself. He also accepts the card. Maybe he would have to contact him. Someday. Maybe. Buy as far as the whole awakened network plan went. He would have to pass. He didn't want to be part of a large group like that. He closes his cloak and turns. It was time for him to go.

"Take care of yourself alright. Who knows what might happen to you now." Justen walks off with a chuckle. Today was one of those days. He hoped there wasn't another. It was too... happy today. Even with the whole demon attack. Butthen again he could enjoy another. In the very far future ofcourse.