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  Clarissa gave Oswald another fast hug, and scampered ahead to get the door for Ozzy to sneak through.  She had her little purse, with the teddy bear tucked in her elbow, and when he got out, she offered her purse if he wanted to park his wallet in there.  Lightly waving her wings, putting them at perhaps half spread, and he could see that they were at least twice as long as she was tall, so her wingspan WOULD be enough to support her.  She asked "Your Mom, or my Mom first?"

Ozzy grinned and stretched once he got back outside, flaring his wings open as he did.

"Ah! That feels so much better. I almost feel normal again out here, where I don't have to hunch over all the time. And yours first. I figure your Dad will sober up before mine gets home from work, which means yours will be an obstacle again first." he said as he continued to stretch, getting himself ready for a long flight.

  She giggled, and reached up, running her hands lightly along his chest and ribs, and said "That sounds like a plan, my sexy Ozzy.  Ready to catch me if I fall?"  That said, she jumped, those gorgeous wings snapping out, then down, a sparkling blur as she began to (clumsily) rise into the air.

Ozzy grinned and said, "Ya know, babe, now that I think about it... maybe a kilt's not the best idea if we're gonna be flyin' around. 'Cause I see London, I see France..."

He then flew up after her, making sure to stay under her as best he could as he said, "You're doing great, though! Keep flapping!"

  She giggled, still beating her wings, and her tail flicked this way and that, affecting  her flight path until she held it straight behind her, flattening it almost into a broad flat plume.  {{I haven't figured out how to tailor our underthings, exactly, yet love.  But that's why I said you'd want an understrap to your kilts, so that your dangly bits aren't flapping in the breeze.  I'm the only one allowed to ogle your bits with impunity!}}  She was getting higher, although he could easily outfly her, and he could tell she wasn't sure how to alter her flight plane and turn.

Ozzy chuckled and thought back, {{Not gonna let me wear it the traditional way, huh? That's fine. Just so long as it doesn't PINCH. It's why I wasn't too keen on the idea of pants again. Those parts were sensitive enough WITHOUT an enhanced sense of touch. Constraining them in pants did not sound like a good idea.}}

He then flew forward a bit, and tried his best to SHOW her how to stop climbing and turn, rather than simply telling her.

  She managed to follow his lead, but he felt her hand catch his tail, lightly, and she stroked harder, until she could get both hands on his tail.  Then she 'climbed' him, all the way up until she was perched between his wings, on his back, her hands on his curly-horns and her own wings folded as she stretched her length along his back, soft and silky.  {{I'm slow compared to you, love.  You have over twice my wingspan.  So, check the hospital first?}}

Ozzy grinned widely before saying, "Sounds good! Let's fly! Hang on tight!"

With that, he started flapping those big wings with everything he had, zooming towards the Hospital.

>>Hospital>>

  He felt her take good hold of both his curly-horns, a delighted squeal escaping her as he took off, and she held tight, purring all the way.

------>> Hospital

   Andy had heard the mindworm announce, and told Vic "Time to go to the wedding!  You might want to magic yourself a dress, love.  I'll get a nice suit on."  But he picked her up and blinked them to the hospital.

----------->> Weston City Hospital

Oswald chuckled and 'poofed away himself, though he did make a quick stop at Sutra's Apartments. There was someone else who would want to be present, after all.

>>>To Sutra's Apartments>>>

  Darren had walked down from the bus stop a couple blocks away, and he paused at the gate, giving a wry smile.  Right now, yeah, he was indistinguishable from every other teenaged kid with a backpack in a hoodie.  He padded through the gate, and walked up the drive to the front door, and knocked.

Sirius, Oswald's butler, opened the door and said, "Ah, young Darren! Welcome! How may I assist you? Master Gysbourne is in his study if you wish to speak with him."

  Darren smiled, and said "Yes please?  I sort of need some help with something.  And it's mostly a big legal hairball."  He followed Sirius, looking a little embarrassed as he did.

Iris stepped off onto the roof and grinned at Meg's father, "Thanks for the lift." She told the Greek deity, "I'm sure I could have made it by myself."

Probably not without getting distracted somewhere in the world by... who knows what. He was probably smart to have come with her. But she wasn't going to admit that.

  He chuckled, and said "It would reflect poorly on me if I did not insure you arrived home safely, Iris.  Now I'm off, you let me know if you need another lift."  With a bow, he vanished in a crackle of electricity.

Iris waved at the crackling energy and then ran down the wall and into the house at superspeed, nearly slamming into Fluid. She stopped just short, "Whoa! Hi, Mr. Gysbourne, I'm home from Greece."

Sirius smiled and said to the passing blur, "Ah, young Miss Iris. Good to see you again. Darren, please come this way."

With that, Sirius lead Darren to Mr. Gysbourne, who'd just looked up from his papers to look at Iris and smile, saying, "Well hello there, Iris! How was your trip to Greece? I trust you were a good guest while you were there?"

Iris nodded, "Of course I was. I ran circles around everybody! And I learned a  lot. I didn't blow anything up and I'm pretty sure I found all of my experiments and brought them home." She protested, "I'm always a good guest."

  Darren grinned at Iris, and let her zip around before he said quietly "Good to see you're still doing good.  I've been having troubles that Bill can't exactly smack to make them go away.  And some of it's really legal snafus, more than anything else."

Iris contemplated for a little bit, turning over in her head her new powers and wondering if any of them would be of assistance, "I can... um... I can probably deliver them to another realm of reality. But I think that might be illegal. Oh! I can convince him to fall asleep. Oooooor... I could make him... forget? But only if he's lied recently. Or I could build you something that would-" She considered some more, then nodded, "But you're probably better off talking to a lawyer."

  Darren nodded, and said "Yeah.  That's why I thought I'd ask Oswald.  He's at least familiar with me."

Oswald chuckled and said, "Heh. I'm certain that those who're giving poor Darren a hard time aren't the most honest of folks. And even I've been known to tell a lie or two in my time. All in the interest of the greater good, of course."

He then turned to Darren and asked, "So what seems to be the problem?"

  Darren more collapsed into the chair than sat, but he said "There's a whole mess of problems.  And they're sort of all interrelated.  One, I'm not registered, and I can't GET registered, because I'm not 18, and my Dad won't give permission.  Hell, he threw me out of the house and refuses to speak to me.  Mom still will, but Dickey's there, and he's a royal dick, so it's not even fun to visit.  Then there's the problem of having been both a 'para party' evolver, which wasn't on purpose, but it has the police thinking that I might have drowned in the pool that I evolved in, and the whole evaporated problem, which the police are not sure if I technically got murdered by foul play there or not, since I'm back . . . "