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[praevaricatio]

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[swillpot]

[Alexander nods slowly.]

I am. Are you asking me for one?

[illtempered]

Or, the spell for one.

( He sets the fork down. )

It's your timing. Perfect for me. Too perfect for everyone else. If you can't, Caroline Forbes might have other avenues. You don't have to say yes. I don't ask for all of this.

( But he is, isn't he. )

Maybe we can focus on the eggs. Tell me about your - ( What would Jackson want to talk about. ) being a witch. Were you always a witch?

[swillpot]

Pretty much. You're born with it.

[It is not Maybelline.]

And I'll do it. But you'll owe me a favor, to be claimed later.

[It's clear from his tone that it will not be a serious favor, but no, Jackson doesn't get to know what it is now.]

[illtempered]

I give good favor.

( Jackson Whittemore? Cocky?

But now it's time to eat. And chat while eating and not describing such descriptive eating! )

Being a witch isn't Maybelline.

[swillpot]

Nope.

[Alexander looks up with a smirk.]

You've either got it, or you don't.

[illtempered]

You could be a werewolf. ( Whether you got it, or you ain't. And Jackson's got it. ) Get bitten. Are there wolf-witches?

( How do you like them egg rolls, Mr. Goldstone! He's liking these eggs, though. )

[swillpot]

Mixing the species is where it gets a little dicey.

[Honestly she doesn't know how his magic would interact with Jackson's kind of werewolf. In theory there are witch-wolves of his kind of werewolf - he's never met one - but no one who was ever bitten.]

I know that I definitely can't be a vampire though. General rule of thumb, you get turned you lose your magic.

[illtempered]

Why?

( He's not an expert, so learning more about this, it could help. And it stops him from continuing to ask, ask, ask things of Alexander. )

[swillpot]

Nature strives for balance. Every strong thing must have a weakness and every action must have a consequence. Everything that lives, must be able to die in some form. When witches try to manipulate that balance, they have to pay the cost.

[He shrugs.]

Vampires are a perversion of nature. Therefore, if a witch chooses to become one, they're choosing to give up their magic as a result.

[illtempered]

Vampires are perverse. I binged True Blood.

( He gets a smirk back. It's a flirtation he likes to string along, lightly, but when Jackson wants something, he goes for it. It worked for him with Ethan. Maybe it will work here. )

Are werewolves imbalance? Perverse?

[swillpot]

I don't know.

[And that much is true.]

I've never met a witch who was bitten by an alpha.

[illtempered]

You're the first witch I've met. If you're like all witches. I'm a fan of the witch.

( He grins. )

How are the eggs?

[swillpot]

Delicious.

[He smirks.]

I don't know who you bribed for them, but I offer my thanks.

[illtempered]

A hunter owes me one. Also, nobody else was making breakfast. Next time I'll make it myself.

( It's something he took the time learning and experimenting. Lazy Sundays and weekdays with Ethan before meeting friends or taking in events. )

Thanks for not docking points.

[swillpot]

For what?

[Because he's well-aware of how the supernatural world works. Sometimes you have to make use of the resources you have, or things come up that are more important.]

Have you done something wrong that I should know about?

[illtempered]

He wanted a favor. I'll put in a good word for him with Allison. Argent.

( Apparently, they have bad blood. )

[swillpot]

Ahhh.

[He glances back over his shoulder to see if he can catch a glimpse of this mysterious hunter.]

Which one was it?

[illtempered]

The dishwasher.

( Katherine stands nearby, impatient, no doubt from her earlier idea. Werewolf hearing does its' thing. )

You recognize him?

[swillpot]

[He's almost done, Katherine, don't worry.

Alexander glances back, appraising for a moment, before nodding.]

Damian Jericho. There are worse hunters out there to vouch for. And honestly I don't think he's bad, he just ... goes against the grain. Most hunters are whiskey soaked revenge-mongers, Winchesters included. I'd almost rather work with someone like Damian, but I'm a minority in that.

[illtempered]

Whiskey soaked revenge-monger.

( He likes the opinionated. )

Dean Winchester threatened Stiles.

[swillpot]

Yeah, that doesn't surprise me.

[He takes a breath, because he probably shouldn't speak ill of those who might kill him, but Jackson should probably be aware.]

You know, they talk about how Monore is militarizing people? Sam and Dean had that happen to them as kids. Their dad spent most of their childhood shuffling them around from hunt to hunt. So to a certain extent, they've never seen options like Damian's as viable ones. All the people they've learned how to hunt from are those who lost something to the supernatural, and were galvanized by it, rather than those who saw the ... value in the industry, so to speak. To them it's personal. It's always been personal.

[He pauses.]

I'm sure they're good guys, especially if they see the value in what Allison is doing. I'm not saying they're bad people, and they've definitely gotten softer in their old age to be working with Allison and your pack. But there's some habits that die hard.

[illtempered]

Before Monroe, all we knew were opportunists. Betas trying to become alphas. Alpha's using me. I missed the alpha pack. Hunters were indoctrinated. Before Allison stepped up, the Argents had one code.

( But, that galvanization. It's more prevalent now and more widespread thanks to Monroe. )

What's magic? To you?

[swillpot]

It just ... is.

[It's a hard thing to explain, honestly, and he isn't sure there's a simple way to explain it, not to someone who was bitten and chose to become the thing they are.]

I don't know who I would be without it. My life would be very different. I would be different. I certainly wouldn't be doing this.

[He shrugs.]

At the same time, it's a responsibility. I'm not as pure in my practice as some other traditional wishes, but I do have to be careful that I'm not getting too in over my head with the dark stuff. It's a balance. Just like you have to walk with the full moons.

[illtempered]

I'm anchored.

( He still sees the need for balance, the need for therapy, for introspection when it comes to being a good werewolf. Both a good werewolf and someone good at being a werewolf. )

You're a good balance.

[swillpot]

Thank you.

[He appreciates the vote of confidence.]

You seem like you're managing your balance well too.