Come With Me And You'll See

Eden didn't really know why she had stuck her neck out like that for a stranger. It was a thrill, sure, but she didn't have to. Maybe it had been the way that Quinn looked at his ex, or how he tried to hide the hurt by distracting himself with her. Either way, she'd acted on impulse and now the two of them were fleeing the scene she'd created. "I hate cheaters, no good two timing assholes." She seethed, despite never being cheated on herself. She never saw the appeal, why others would choose to sneak around rather than communicate that they wanted out or their needs weren't being properly met.

"It was kinda funny." She agreed. "I hope they enjoy the sticky karma they got." Grenadine and sprite on skin and fabric would be enough of an annoyance, but the woman hoped that the other would remember what it felt to be the one cheated on. Even if the man she was with wasn't cheating on her - she didn't know that and now the seed had been planted.

He reached into one of his jacket pockets, pulling out a smaller, very nice jewelry box, one you might put a necklace in. "Jus' glad I found out before I gave her this." It occurred to him that things like this were probably the reason she'd bothered to stick around.

He held out the box to Eden. "You know what? You have it. Dunno what I'd do with it anyway."

Inside was a simple gold necklace with an orange sapphire pendant. It certainly wasn't cheap costume jewelry.

Tilting his head, he looked around briefly before carefully wrapping an arm around him. "Walk with me and tell me where you'd like to go. I'll be your guide, and you can decide whether you should take someone at their word about telling you what they are," he chuckled quietly. A dragon indeed. He certainly felt the part of a hoarder at times, it was part of the job after all.

Right now? He wanted away from the stuffy company he'd been abandoned to entertain. It seemed he'd get what he hoped for, for now. He gently kept one of his hands on the other to help himself be able to follow his movement in conjunction with the arm he'd wrapped around him already.

"The auctioneer?" He asked, rhetorically. "Then I suppose we're both here on business then." Even if they were very different lines of work.

Hearing that Sirus wanted to find out if his theories were correct was also an interesting thing to take note of. If he had wants and desires at all beyond his functional purpose, it was another argument in his favor. But Isaac couldn't be sure if he wanted it simply because Isaac had given him the task or if he actually wanted it for his own genuine curiosity.

"Would you like to be numbed first?" He asked, using a marker made just for such a thing to draw out where he'd take the sample from. It was longer than it was wide, for stitching up purposes. He didn't have the means to graft skin at the moment until he was able to replicate what Isaac already had. This was more for Isaac's benefit than his own. He knew exactly where he'd cut and he wouldn't forget it. He hoped it would lend itself to Isaac trusting him more throughout the process if he knew where and just how much.

She leaned into Austin, taking in the comfort of having his arm around her.

He shook his head, giving all this time of day thing some thought.

What sort of schedule do you keep? I'm not keeping you up am I? He asked, realizing Helene might usually be resting at this hour. And perhaps any of her staff that were also of the vampiric sort.

From the foyer sitting room, Helene followed a long rug to the right of the fireplace into the East Wing of the castle, and then began her slow trek down the long hallway. In the mornings she couldn't enter some of the halls here until nearly the afternoon, and there was a worn path along the west wall that showed where she and others had walked to avoid the sun during the day, but the stone was worn smooth on either side of the rug regardless.

He moved slowly, but with careful intention in every step. While his body did move more smoothly with the help of the fresh blood, he was still pieced together with parts that were not his own. He had to put effort into all of his movements to keep them all working together as they should.

Stepping away to gather a list of his own and set about getting the samplers started, he scanned the tearoom itself in case anyone seemed to need anything, before taking down some notes of the season's current favourites. "Hm? Well, this might be selfish, but my mother... she used to be the baker here," he paused briefly, "she made a couple of types of cookies that were favourites of mine growing up. I mean, I was a kid so I didn't exactly have a taste for more elevated treats," he laughed quietly. "But... earl grey and white chocolate was always a favourite of mine," Tabor admitted, his voice an almost conspiratorial whisper as he spoke.

As they came to examine the first booth with food items Elyse would agree, “Kettle corns a good one it doesn’t go bad quick either..” There was going to have to be a strategy in play as to how she went about consuming the delicacies of fall.

Eventually they got to the front of the line of booth they were at. "I'll just start with the roasted pumpkin seeds. You get whatever and I'll finish what's left." While it may not be her first rodeo, he knew how easy it was for humans to have eyes bigger than their stomachs when there were so many things they wanted to eat.

"Probably," Ursa shrugged, unconcerned. "But they can't do much to me since they aren't my direct employer. I'm doing this job for them, but I work through an agency, and that protects me. I didn't sign no fuckin' contract with these guys. Worst they can do is refuse to pay me, and I can deal with that if it means keepin' you safe."

When the bird shifter mentioned being unable to lie, Ursa remembered that he was a fae species. That's where his ability to transform came from, unlike Ursa, who was a bear shifter, more akin to a were-creature than a fae.

The no lying thing was inconvenient, but honestly, probably didn't matter. Not now that people were apparently gathering outside. That was not a good sign at all.

"You know what, forget the lying. I'll do what I have to, to get you out of here." Ursa moved towards the door and looked out the peep-hole, swearing under his breath. "Shit. Things just got a lot less safe for you. I think they're try'na auction you off. The contract was a lie to get you here. You've already been trafficked the moment you stepped in the building. I gotta get you out so they can't keep or sell you."

Turning back around, Ursa looked at Luxe with a sense of urgency. "Listen, it's my job to keep you safe and I intend to do it, but you gotta do everything I say, okay?" He moved forward, taking his own leather jacket off hastily. "I need you to shift into your raven form and keep completely quiet and still until I tell you that it's safe. Do you understand? I'm gonna sneak you out in my jacket."

The fae wasn't expecting the next words that came out of the bear shifter's mouth. "They- They're trying to what?" The concern in his voice turned into something much more terrified. "Oh no.... Oh-Oh no..." He could feel his heart beating like it wanted to jump out of his chest as tears welled in his eyes. Of all the things. This felt like a nightmare he wished he could wake up from.

"You- you're sure?" Luxe reached out with his free hand to take a hold of Ursa's arm. He hoped it might help ground him, but right now, nothing would. The bear sounded so sure of himself.

The more the idea settled in, the more panicked he felt. His breathing becoming rather erratic. "I- Hmm... O-okay..." He nodded. What else could he do? He couldn't leave himself and his only choice was to trust this man he'd only met for the night.

He didn't sound like he was lying. Either he stayed here and risked a most certainly terrible outcome or he went with him with a fifty-fifty shot. He liked his chances with just one person versus a whole building of people.

"Okay... Okay...." He repeated, as if it would help him self soothe at all. He swallowed hard, closing his eyes rather tightly. His cane clattered to the floor. In the blink of an eye, the tall singer was no longer standing there as he was. Now he was a large white raven, standing in a pile of his human clothes on the floor, attempting to shake the rest of the fabric off his head. It only made him panic more, given the situation, his wings erratically flapping.

"Yeah! But only if you've got nothin' else to do!" She said, finding an emptiness in her gut. Dancing and talking had only temporarily distracted her from a more important matter: What was next on the menu?

"Ya know what, luv? Sounds great ta me. I'll meet you right outside. Promise. Just gonna use the loo real quick, yeah?" Jez smiled genuinely, lightly rubbing her shoulder with his hand. "Be just a minute, honest."

He quickly made his way to the bathroom, hiding himself in a stall to shift. When they came out, he was now a she. A much shorter, more petite she. Her clothes were now fairly loose on her, but with rolling up her pants at the waist and tying her shirt so it fit snuggly in the front, it would look much more like a style choice.

She made her way outside, hoping Faye would still be there. There was a relief when she saw her, giving her a rather enthusiastic wave. In her female form, she could pass for her male form's much tinier twin sister. Her make up and lipstick and hair were the same exact as her male form's had been.

"I only hope it has not marred a seal. That would be.... unfortunate." It would mean much more work to patch himself up if that was the case. If it hadn't, and they could stitch the wound up without much of a problem, not that it would exactly heal.

Myles tended to prefer low key celebrations, even if it was just himself and a drink or two. A little pat on the back from himself for just being accepted as a tattoo apprentice.

It wasn't just any run of the mill tattoo apprenticeship. The guy he'd be learning from specialized in scarring and supernatural creatures like himself. That's exactly what he'd wanted to do with his tattooing career. He was still a little in disbelief that the man had agreed at all.

Was he nervous about the whole endeavor? Sure- but he was mostly excited.