Jason's reaction was instant - his hand snapped up and gripped Kaitlyn's wrist like a vise, and the other hand reached down to his waist before he opened his eyes. Seeing as it was not, in fact, someone immediately trying to kill him, Jason sat up quietly as he raised an eyebrow. When he realized his hand was still gripping onto Kaitlyn's wrist, he let go. He quietly got out of the bed so he wouldn't disturb Addilyn, and pulled what he had been reaching for out - a wicked looking blade. He concealed it carefully in his hand, and nodded to Kaitlyn, "Alright," He agreed, "And, uh, sorry. I'm not the best person to wake up."

Kaitlyn immediately paled, her eyes widening as Jason snatched her wrist. Although Kaitlyn could look at a bone sticking out of a leg with a calm expression, actual violence wasn't her thing. She preferred helping the wounded, not becoming one of the injured. So Jason's reaction did, genuinely terrify her.

Jason's reaction also startled Kit, who promptly fell off the bed with a dull thump, followed by a loud, internal. "Fuck," as he stood up and glared at Jason. The cat recovered quickly though, and was now glaring at Kaitlyn who was doing her best not to laugh at the familiar's accident.

He hated being a cat.

"I kinda guessed so," Kaitlyn paused to giggle at Kit's pissed face. "Anyways, Lance, Addilyn's father, he's here, and, in his own words, he is 'requesting your presence.' Did I mention he's an asshole? Well, regardless of his ancient words, he does want to see you, specifically you and Kit, not Addilyn." Kaitlyn glances at Addilyn's sleeping form, she was definitely out. She hadn't budged, even at Jason's sudden movement.

Jason leaned over and scooped up Kit, mumbling an apology to the cat, and glancing over at Kaitlyn with a wry grin, "I'll keep that fact in mind." It was nice to know that the person he was about to have a conversation with was a) his girlfriend's father b) as asshole and c) was the super powerful witch that apparently unlocked Addilyn's powers. "Good thing for that, though," Jason also glanced at Addilyn, "I don't think an airhorn could wake her. She needs to rest and heal." Jason let Kit decide if he wanted to walk on his own or be carried, then started to head out of the room, pausing at the door, "I... know you have barrier magic. I'm not sure how strong it is, or if Lance even has malicious intent.... but..." Jason trailed off, letting Kaitlyn make her own assumptions. "Ready to face some spooky old dude, Kit?"

And with that, Jason slipped out into the hallway.

Kit was angry at Jason for basically causing his fall, but he was tired. If Jason was willing to give him a ride, then he would happily oblidge, even if it was a little embarrassing. Sometimes being a familiar was annoying, because even though he was smarter than any human or witch or faerie or elf, he wasn't allowed a form that was useful. Granted, he had a feeling that if some familiars had human forms then they would use their power and knowledge for bad things and stray from their original assigned duty by The Coven, which was to watch over their witches and help the world.

Kaitlyn nodded, her gaze resting on Addilyn's unconcious form for a moment. Her own head was pounding from healing Addilyn to the best of her abilities, but when she'd tried to fix Addilyn's brain, it had been to much for her. Kaitlyn was a skilled healer, though it wasn't her primary ability, and if it was something she couldn't heal, then it would be something Addilyn was stuck with for the rest of this life. It was a sad truth, but sometimes it happened, to humans mostly. She'd seen it a lot after a human had gone through traumatic events, and there was nothing to do about it.

"I'll do what I have to do Jason, though I doubt it will come to that. I'll be prepared.." Kaitlyn released a heavy sigh as she left the room after Jason. Kit meanwhile, was listening to what Jason was saying. "He's not that old. I think he's 84? Maybe? Not nearly as old as Jolon was in this life, and he still looks 27. Like he was when he left Pandora after she got pregnant with Addilyn. So technically, he doesn't look that much older than you. Wait a minute, how old even are you?" Kit hadn't even realized how little he truly knew about his master's mate. Granted, he knew a lot about him from past lives, but in this life, he knew little to nothing about the Jason that carried him.

Kaitlyn led the way to the stairs, Lance was in a room two floors below them.

Jason stiffened slightly, "I, uh, am not exactly sure," Jason did know his birth date, but he'd never once celebrated it, or paid attention to if it was coming up. "The time in prison all blended together, and I'm not positive sure how long I was there for, or how long this whole eveny has taken. My birth day was on leap day - Febuary 29."

Jason shrugged, following Kaitlyn down the stairs, "And 84 is pretty fricken old for me. Most mortals are at the end of their life at that age."

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i can totally imagine jason as an old man, tired of life and prob in pain and just being like "ya know. i wanna go out with a bang. always thought id go with BECAUSE of a bang - i dont wanna die boring" then doing all sorts of things like skydiving, being in a shark cage, etc.

Kit adjusted in Jason's arms, glancing up at him curiously as he answered his question. "I think it's January, didn't you celebrate Addilyn's birthday recently? Honestly, it may still be December, I don't know. Regardless, we should celebrate your birthday this year, even if you are a weirdo and technically are born on a day that doesn't exist most of the time." Kit honestly would like to celebrate Jason's birthday, the guy had been nice to work with, and was his witch's lover.

"84 is young for most witches, since most of the time they choose to remain alive. Most humanoids that aren't pure human have a longer life span than humans do. You guys really got the short end of the stick in everything. Anyways, you still haven't answered my question, you really don't know how old you are?" Kit was now openly staring at Jason, confused.

"Well," Jason shifted awkwardly, "If it's January then I'm 19, but," Jason shook off his embarrassment about not exactly knowing how old he was. That was normal, right? It wasn't like people meticulously counted down the days just to celebrate the day they got unwillingly thrusted into the world... right? "Technically I'm four. Turning five. Maybe that explains my lack of an attention span and energy and impulsiveness."

Jason pretended to be deep in thought, taking a long pause, "Nah." He finally decided, "I'm just an ass."

Kit released a loud snort, purring softly at Jason's joke. He could definitely see why Addilyn had fallen for Jason despite the fact that she should've been wary of him. It was a good thing that he had been there though, if he hadn't been, who knew what would've happened? Kit might've never escaped the endless sleep Addilyn had put him in, which was something he still needed to talk to her about.

"I don't think that's the reason why, but I won't disagree with you. Anyways, we'll celebrate your birthday this year, and don't even try to fight it cuz it's going to happen whether you like it or not." The familiar wasn't kidding, this was going to happen, as a thank you for helping Kit and Addilyn, and just to remind Jason that he wasn't alone and wouldn't be for a long time.

Kaitlyn interuppted the conversation as she led them to a room, her blue eyes filled with a weary anxiousness. She did not want to die just yet. "He's in here, please watch what you say, I don't want his sensitive ass to get offended and him blow someone up." Kaitlyn said this as the door opened, and immediately regretted her words. As Lance was standing in the doorway.

The similarities between Addilyn and Lance were immediate, and it made Kit want to kill Lance, on sight. Lance sported the same tan skin Addilyn did, his eyes were green, not as light as Jolon's or Addilyn's, but definitely lighter than Kaitlyn's. He had the same straight nose, and sharp facial structure, somehow, he just couldn't pull it off the way Addilyn could. Somehow, he looked just.. plain, he didn't radiate power the way Addilyn and Jolon did, he looked... normal.

Except for the clouded leopard at his feet, the big cat staring intently at Kit, who was glaring freely at it. "Hey Jason, put me down." Kit didn't even look at Jason when he spoke, he was busy glaring at the other cat, which was much larger than him. "Nice to see you too Kaitlyn," Lance glared at Kaitlyn, who immediately shrank back. Lance's harsh gaze suddenly turned to Jason, a smile settled on his face. "It is nice to finally meet you Jason, do come in, I have waited a long time to finally meet you." His grin turned malicious when he saw Kaitlyn again, but he stiffly opened the door for them. Kaitlyn hadn't ever been scared of Jolon, she'd been killed by him like five times, but although Lance was definitely a better alternative, he didn't like Canadians. Canadian witches to be exact, he didn't like how they rejected violence and outcasted those who refused to abide by their rules. Kaitlyn was a Canadian witch once, and then she wasn't.

Jason chuckled, "Kit, I don't like celebrating my birthday. Please, don't do anything for it. I'd like pancakes in bed, with extra syrup, and that sounds perfect to me." Jason didn't like parties. They made him uncomfortable. He never celebrated it, but his little sister would make him pancakes in bed, and give him a picture and card that she made. That had always filled Jason with so much happiness. He didn't want anything else.

As the door opened, Jason winced for Kaitlyn. Yikes. He was not the sort of person you'd want to piss off, and he looked pretty pissed. He set Kit down gently, and was prepared to beat the leopard's ass if he tried anything.

"Uh, sure, Sir." He walked inside, keeping this Lance-dude in his sight, "It is nice to meet you too, Mister."

Jason was comforted with the idea that he killed about like five or so dudes with magic, some that had light colored eyes as well. If anything, he'd stab the leopard and make a break for it. Those scattered, and violent, thoughts kept Jason from fidgeting, which he did when he was bored.