#adrian 02.

Person: @adrianvoll Location: Haven (Thee Woods) Notes: Yeah, I hope you're picturing Twilight right now He doesn't really walk into Haven with the rest of them and that's his own doing. With this many people around, with wolves around, he's back to lurking in the shadows, watching Pot and Adrian from afar for the most part. The barrier is down, they're in Lysara, and it'd be easy for him to split off from the two of them entirely. But he can't, and he doesn't, even if he is in territory that he considers hostile. So they meet in the woods under the cover of night and it's still not a good plan and probably looks even more suspicious, but it's what they've got at the moment. "The lass is something like them." It's not a question as the witch approaches where he's leant against an oak that's thicker than the two of them around. Something that changed, he'd pieced that much together with the way she'd fucked off at one point in accordance to the moon. "I told her I'd get her tae around my place, but if ye think here might be better fer her...."

“I take it that per our last conversation, London means an awful lot to you.” It was quiet statement, one that was nodded in the direction of the shifter as the one entered and the other left the tea shop. It’d been kind of hard to shake, the way the other had waxed poetic about the place. Like watching someone relive a memory right in front of him. There’d been a longing there in his eyes that’d felt so honest. It was strangely endearing somehow, it’d stuck with him. 

“Do you ever get out of this place?” It was probably rude. On a number of levels considering it was getting time for the place to close up. He’d caught the owner, that Adrian, the shifter he’d bothered before, heading into the back room behind the counter. Just ducking in, definitely hadn’t meant to be bothered, but Beau was bored and he’d been easy enough to play around with the last time. Even if he didn’t have a damn clue about the nightlife. Which was exactly why he was intent on picking at him this time. Going out on his own was no fun, but if he could entice someone else and maybe pick the brain of a local at the same time? That was a win. 

Person: @adrianvoll Location: Yeah she brought him to the Stumble Inn finally Adrian hardly gets to the actual bar before she's phasing through it and promptly wrapping her arms around his broad frame. She doesn't say anything for a second, just let it sink in that he is there, and he is solid and alive. It's only when she steps back does she look up at him and grin, another friend who'd survived the Kossith. "Well aren't you a sight for dead, tired, and sore eyes."

Person: @adrianvoll Location: Near Mercury's Bazaar "Pardon me, I think you dropped this." Adrian didn't, but Kay did get the small bag of gold from some snake oil salesman's pocket. Better it went to someone who wasn't swindling the general public. He might be both an arsonist and thief, but he drew the line at taking advantage of sick people looking for some kind of miracle cure. "You look more brooding than the last time I saw you." It was the eyebrows, it was the way they furrowed. "What have those big puppy dog eyes seen?"

Person: @adriannicodemus Location: The Church (again) He's actually almost asleep when he hears approaching footsteps and while he doesn't have any sort of enhanced hearing, he'd been kind of expecting it. He doesn't have to open his eyes to know that it's the priest, he had kind of been banking on it. Kay opens his eyes and he's making contact directly with Cara Delevingne from where he's laying down in the pew, hands folded together over his abdomen. And sure, the guy doesn't look thrilled to see him, but he expects that from most people. So he gets right to the point. "What do you know about this Pluto guy?" Because while they're different bloodlines, a senator was still appointed by a magister and a magister was chosen by an original vampire, he figured Father Nicodemus had to have an opinion. "I came to you because I don't think you like me enough to give a shit about lying." Or sparing his feelings.