Fin the Desert Wolf

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Finley was making big purchases now. Or at least that is what she told herself when she brought a record player. Now all that she needed was a few records and she would have some nice background music for her silent flat. Walking down the street, Finley grinned when she said the music shop. Walking in she grinned wider. "Is there any better way to get people into the store than great music?" She laughed.

"The pleasure is all mine." He assured her, listening to her recall her experience with music. "Well, you could pick that up again of course, but maybe something else will tickle your curiosity." There were many options after all. "Right this way to the instrument room first I'd say." Scott gestured down the hallway, leading the way and opening the first doors into the main classroom. "What kind of music do you listen to?"

"I am slightly hoping that something else will draw my attention, but I am open-minded about music." Finley didn't realize how true the words were until they left their mouth." They nodded following after him. "I like jazz, slow blues, and such, but I also listen to rock sometimes. Have you been in town long? I'm unsure of why I haven't come in sooner." They explained.

Interest in music, it was all that was needed for anyone to walk into this place. "I see, well, everyone is welcome here." Scott said as he held out his hand. "I'm Scott, welcome to The Institute of Music. Ever played an instrument? Or you're more into things like mixing, maybe singing?" Music was a very broad spectrum after all. "Shall I just show you around?"

Finley took his outstretched hand shaking it. "It's nice to meet you, Scott. I'm Finley. I played the piano when I was younger, but it's been a few years. And the saxophone, but it's been even longer. I'm unsure what exactly I want to try now," They explained. Finley really just wanted to find that passion and connection they once had. "Yes, that would be great. Maybe I can see what calls to me."

Life was music, even the unlife. To Scott it was anyway, it suited his mind whenever he needed it, which tended to be often. Pride took hold when he watched his little institute flourish, standing in a doorway, just observing a class get taught for a moment before turning away to head to the entrance, intending to head out for a drink or two. His staff had things under control for now so he could easily take breaks whenever he wanted. "Oh, excuse me." He said as someone was just entering the building so he stepped aside for them to enter. "Can I help you?" He asked to be sure.

Finley was bored and curious. Something she hadn't been in years. Music was something they never paid much attention to, a shock to most of her family, but they never cared. Sure as a child, their mother made her learn Piano, but she hadn't played in over a decade. Still, she found herself curious about it now and wandered into the institute. "Oh, I.. I was just curious about this place, music is well music and I don't know. I might want to make some, or learn or.. I'm not sure." Evidently, Fin needed to work on her people skils.

Evan dated the notebook in front of her, preparing to take notes, something she always did despite her memory being as excellent as it was. She made a note of it being estate acquisition and then looked up from her notebook to the person across from her, listening to what they had to say. She raised her eyebrow ever so slightly at the mention of the persons family being slaughtered but did't react to what they were saying otherwise, making a few more notes on the page. Evan wanted to press further and get all the details immediately, so she could make a start, but she was sensing the persons nervousness and hesitation. Evan decided that she would have to approach the matter differently.

Finley nodded slowly at the her words. They didn’t expect things to be easy and smooth sailing but they were hopeful that it won’t be as taxing as they had in mind. “I don’t wish for you to get into any trouble with helping me, honest. If it is too much of a hassle, I can forget the whole thing.” Finley did not like trouble and the last thing they wanted was to drag someone else into their issues.

Evan nodded as they spoke, to a lawyer outside the realm of supernatural, the comment on not being dead would of thrown them, possibly even scared them. Mortality in this day and age had become fluid with supernaturals often skirting the line of being alive and dead.Evan remained unfazed by the question and moved cautiously through the paperwork in her office to sit behind her desk. Evan gestured for them to take a seat, she was grateful the paperwork had yet to take over the chairs in her office. "Estate acquisition is often straight forward, it mostly involves filing some paperwork, very much crossing the t's and dotting the I's." Evan began to explain, grabbing a notebook and a pen. "Id be happy to help if you care to provide more information?"

Finley nodded slowly as the lawyer spoke and took a seat across from her. Finley shouldn’t be as nervous as they were. They’ve dealt with lawyers all their life and this woman did specialize in casts like hers. It was still strange to consider themself as non-human, even if they known their whole life, it was different being open about it. “Well the CliffsNotes version is a lot of people assume I am dead. I sort of want to keep it that way, but my family legacy does not belong in the hands of the same people that slaughtered them. I want to have it, the things that were mine and theirs.” 

The printer hummed, spitting out another stack of evidentiary support for Evan's argument. The printer was well and truly earning employee of the month with the way she had it working. Papers were staked on her desk, on the cabinet, on the floor and although they started out organised, once read and the information obtained they often cascaded to another part of the room. Evan knew she'd have to organise them later, just because everything was tucked neat and tidy inside her brain- did not a case it make. There were procedures and paperwork for a reason and she would have to still file it the old fashioned way and not just in her head. She sighed, fearing she had fallen down a rabbit hole of information that may not be of help to her reading. She discarded the paper in her hand, momentarily giving up before groaning and kneeling to pick them up when a knock drew her attention away. She looked over at her door and gave a small smile, greeting the person at the door with an air of arrogance she couldn't help but portray when someone came to her office for help.

Finley had no idea what they were doing at a lawyer’s office. They swore they left their life behind and that included all the things that went with it, like properties and money. But they couldn’t help but to be a little curious about the way to acquire all their things, plus it wouldn’t be forever that people assumed they were dead. Their brother would come looking for them soon. Sighing, they knocked on the door pushing it open slightly, offering the woman an uneasy smile. “Hi. Hey. Hello. Sorry, I just.. I don’t know if this is the right place to ask this question, but it’s about legalities so I assume it’s okay, but I wanted to know is there away to acquire things from a dead person estate when the person is first, not dead, and second, that person is you?”

There was no telling who would visit, there were the bigshots who had plenty of cash to spend, the hesitants who were unsure but got tempted anyway and then there were the curious ones. "Any of the cocktails we offer." David said as he gestured to the drinks menu on the bar. "Poker? Mostly a game of skill though. Don't believe I've seen youin here before, you from around here?" He asked curiously, it was good to get to know the locals after all. "David O'Connor, and you are?" He asked while extending his hand.

Finley glanced over the list of cocktails before randomly selecting one. She really didn’t have much of a preference when it came to alcohol. “A mix of skill and luck has helped me in Poker I should say then. My father used to host weekly games and I’ve been watching him play for as long as I can remember.” She said shrugging. “I’ve only recently moved here? How about you?” Finley took his hand. “Finley Harris.”

Violet liked this new place, there were so many people on the street, and yes, while some of them were definitely tourists, she could tell by their bright flashy fanny packs, she liked the idea of humans just accepting them all at face value. Though she knew that they were wondering what the hell she was whenever they walked into her store. Heck, one kid had even asked her straight out of she was a vampire. Of course that got everyone in the store looking at her eagerly but when she said no they seemed disappointed. Tourists, what are you going to do?

Summer was always Finley’s less favorite season. Always too hot, too many people, and too overwhelming. But now that they was here, living on their, the old issues seemed like an old friend welcoming them after a long time away. The streets were packed and so many tourist around, but with they were too busy popping into shops and trying to catch a super doing something amazing. They all reminded Finley of the little kid in the Incredibles and they  couldn’t help but laugh.

"Welcome to Hot Slots. First drink is on the House!" Business, one of his passions, plus a Casino was always a good cover for other more shady kinds of businesses and keep that under wraps. David was alert in any situation, but somehow with the supernatural part of the world now being out in the open, he was even more alert, not quite trusting this new situation just yet. "Which poison will be your choice tonight?" He asked, though poison could mean the choice of drink or the choice of game.

A casino should be the last place Finley visited but it was easy to lie to yourself and say it was all for helping local business. The reality was she was slightly bored in her mundane existence. While the last two years as an animal were not the glam she was used to, it was better than the monotony of the last few weeks. Finley glanced up when the man spoke. "Umm, I'm not sure yet. Any drinks you recommend? And as for games Poker has always given me luck."