After just being able to get that all off of my chest I feel much more at ease, and so does Monroe, though he seems a little weirded out that I'm not trying to force more information out of him.
"Are you sure you don't want to learn more about Wesen?" Monroe asks me for the dozenth time.
"Nah man, just knowing I'm not crazy, and that there are people out there like you and Ngoc is enough for me…it's not gonna change how I see people, everyone wears a mask you guys…Wesen I mean, just literally have two visages." I wave Monroe off and he looks at me a little weirdly before smiling, and letting out a sigh of relief.
"Honestly it feels good to share this with a normal person…" At Monroe's exclamation I feel a little guilty.
"Monroe, since you were honest with me…I think I should be honest with you. Part of the reason I live on the road is because I'm not normal…" I say and Monroe's mouth moves to ask me what I mean by that when I make the coffee mug I'm nursing some Irish Coffee from, disappears from my hands and into my inventory.
"Uhh, did you just make my favorite mug disappear?" Monroe asks while glaring at my now empty but cupped together like I was holding a coffee mug in my hands.
"Yup." I say back to him with a small bit of amusement in my voice, before willing it back into my hands, making Monroe flinch in his chair a bit.
"That's not stage magic…right?" Monroe asks me and I shake my head no.
"No it's not I can do other things too…like when I was a kid…maybe you did the same but you'd make finger guns and play cops and robbers or Cowboys and Indians."
"Yeah, my cousins's and I would play like that…" Monroe admits and takes a heavy draft of his coffee, I look around and I see the metal coffee can on his counter the lid is on so I point my finger at it and say, "Bang!" Monroe jumps as the can flies up into the air and impacts the wall, a through and through bullet hole, right in the center of the can, the few coffee grounds left inside of it painting the counter as if they were blood.
"HOlY HELL, You just…pointed your finger and went bang…" Monroe exclaims while skidding the chair back across the tile floor as he gets up quickly and runs over to inspect.
"Man that's cool, but you put a hole on my wall…which is not cool man, not cool." Monroe says and I fold in on myself a bit.
"Sorry…I've never been able to lower the penetrative power of it…only other thing I can do is knock things out with it, like people, animals and electrics…the people and animals wake up completely fine after about an hour…but it only works when I consciously think about knocking someone out otherwise it's no different than being shot by an actual bullet." I mutter while looking down into my mug.
"It's alright…you're paying to fix it though." Monroe says and he sounds more amused and stunned than angry.
"You know I'm starting to feel like the normal one here." Monroe says as he sits back down at the table, and I don't know why but it makes me laugh, "Okay Dogboy." I joke and Monroe laughs, "Excuse me it's Dogman, Dogman." He jokes back and starts laughing as well, and I look up from my mug, these new abilities and my new living situation. It all seemed a lot easier to handle with a friend like Monroe around.
"So I'm almost afraid to ask…but can you do anything else cool?" Monroe asks me making me smirk, "Well you see, I can make this these magic potions once every twenty four hours, they vary in effects but one will see you ending with a grand finding it's way to you…either your account or in person, another makes you lucky, another can make you smarter for a temporary time almost like that NZT drug in that movie I can't remember it's name, another increase your strength to superhuman levels only temporarily of course, there's a speed potion that makes you superhumanly fast, a nullifying potion that can nullify pretty much anything as far as I know…haven't really tried it out yet, a potion that can locate someone or something as long as I have something that belongs to them or is a part of the greater thing. A healing potion that can heal anything and cure anything except mental issues and natural aging of the body… a mental health potion that picks up the slack or the healing potion…and a potion that supposedly will make me appear in another place…" I say and notice that Monroe has turned pale at my explanation of what else I can do.
"You really are a descendant of that family…the alchemists…I thought you guys were made up…like the Grimms…" Monroe murmurs while trailing off every few seconds before continuing.
'Alchemists…I don't remember anything about them from the show…'
"Grimm's?" I ask Monroe, while keeping my voice soft and it pulls him out of his frightened state, he smiles an uneasy but recovering smile.
"Grimm's, the boogymen for Wesen children, they hunt us…and if you're really an Alchemist…then your ancestors used to help the Grimms, the stories go that the Alchemists
made potions for the Grimm's that made them stronger, faster, potions that could cure any physical wound except death…and so on…I didn't really believe them until now." Monroe murmurs, while I also feel a chill run down my spine
'Is this a repercussion of the boon did it have to write this into the universe to balance me out? Am I going to be hunted for what I can do? Am I going to be forced into aligning with a faction just to stay alive?' I wonder, the pleasant feelings I had from just hanging out with my friend, chilling are almost completely driven from me, replaced by cold worry.
"Look, I don't know if any of what I just said is real or not. It's just a carry over from bedtime stories my mother would tell me to scare me into being good, so take it all with a grain of salt…do you think I could see you make a potion sometime? It sounds really cool." Monroe says wanting to change the atmosphere that has fallen over both of us.
"I uhh wouldn't mind but it usually takes about twenty four hours of extreme concentration…I don't really remember much of what happens…it's kinda like my body just does what it needs on its own with the ingredients." I mix some truth and lies together and Monroe nods consideringly.
"You know you could also be part Zauberbiest…what you can do almost sounds like Zaubertränke…" Monroe mumbles half-heartedly
"Zauberbiest?" I ask Monroe and he smirks at me.
"Thought you didn't need to learn anymore about Wesen?" Monroe jokes making me roll my eyes at him.
"They're pretty strong…super speed, super strength, telekinesis, magic, illusions and so on them and Hexenbiests the female version of Zauberbiests, are real nasty Wesen best to stay away from them especially if you're a descendant with such a diluted bloodline that you don't woge…or else you'll end up an ingredient in one of their rituals or…potions."
"Great…I kinda wish we never started this conversation now…can I go back to being naive about all of this?" I ask Monroe half joking half serious Monroe looks at me a little guiltily but shakes his head no.
"No, you know now…you can't unknow it." He tells me patiently like I'm a small child.
"Dick." I joke and Monroe laughs.
"Sorry, we all have to grow up sometime." Monroe jokes back and I point a finger gun at him without any intent to actually shoot and Monror plays along and makes to move like he's going to dive onto the table.
We both break out into laughter at that. We both sigh as our laughter tapers off, "Well, thanks for this Monroe, I should probably let you get back to work." I thank him genuinely for being here for me and now I'm feeling better, even if my situation seems even more tempestuous than before with the knowledge of the Alchemists.
"I should, you can…you should hang out here, you can stay as long as you'd like…you probably should crash here, I put enough whiskey in our mugs that you definitely shouldn't be driving…even though you don't seem to be affected by it all that much." Monroe says showing even more how much of a true friend he is.
"You sure I won't be in the way?" I ask him and he just chuckles.
"Nah, make yourself at home…just don't eat all my Oreos…and use a coaster when putting a drink down on the coffee table, I'm heading back to work." He says to me as he gets up from the table and goes to his home office and begins working.
"Oreos hmm…" I hum as I get up and start rummaging through the cupboards and find a family sized mega stuffed package of Oreos.
"Time to be a fat kid." I say while smirking and I can swear I hear Monroe sighing and muttering there goes my Oreo's.