Finn knew this was going to be a long shift the minute that manager held out the costume and flyers. Finn, once a viking, was now passing out flyers wearing elf ears and a tunic. Why was this his life? . Still he kept passing along the flyers holding them out with a forced grin. He decided to be a bit more forceful so no one would throw them out.

"We're having a sale buy one model, get the other 50% off." Finn said in his most professional tone.

Finn was getting to the point of the night where boredom was eating his own mind. Finn decided to pull up a deck of tarot cards, maybe he can see how smart these people actually are. Deciding to approach someone random he held up a random card.

"The Death card signals that one major phase in your life is ending, and a new one is going to start." A quiet smirk. "I could find out where yours begin though." He said as if he believed in that.

Finn took a deep breath as she approached the house. The heretic was feeling guilty since their last interaction with. Finn decided to try- at least for Freya's sake. There was a soft knock as he sucked his own breath.

Finn wasn't sure what to make of the stranger in front of him. She wasn't the typical demographic of the store-the ones finn believed might have been daggered and lack tact, including himself. But there was something different. Finn was working behind the cash register, opting not speak to her anyway when the manager gestured him to talk. Finn groaned to himself before approaching the her.

"Those are buy 1, get one 50% off." He asked in the faux customer service voice, gesturing to the nendoroids. "We also have a sale on acryllic paint."

Finn was groaning to himself as he was dodging OEA members. There was a couple of reasons he was doing this. Mainly a certain blonde child. Finn sighed. Since when did he take orders from a Mikaelson since his mother. He took a deep breath. He just needed to get Freya and anyone she cares about out of here. Nothing more, nothing less.

Finn spotted a person in distress about to be attacked by something. Finn stabbed the person in the back with ease, poetic of him. Finn watched the attacker collapse before looking at the stranger.

"I scratched your back, you scratch mine." He pulled out the knife."You're going to help me."

It was that time again. The full moon, he wanted to get home immediatadely. He didn't forget the last time-and even if he's in a different vessel, Finn wasn't that much of a risk taker. Yet the psychic was on edge. Finn ran into a random building the minute he heard a howl. He looked around pretending he wasn't scared.

"Where am I exactly?"

Finn was bored as he sat on the steps of the store. It was an incredibly slow day, so slow he willingly decided to go outside in that god awful costume. The psychic sighed as he saw the familar face from the gala. It was the man who said he wasn't a child. Shame he didn't get his name. He observed the other intently, in the sunlight he certainly did look more mature. There was a smirk as he approached the other, the wig flowing in the wind as he approached.

"I guess you right." Finn joked. There was a pout as he looked at the other. "What are you doing right now?" Finn inquired looking at the hunter with curious eyes.

Finn sighed in relief as his shift finally ended. No more walking around in this awful outfit. The psychic was practically jumping with joy when he realized something. He forgot his clothes in the store. Finn groaned to himself as he realized his mistake. Why was he damned for the most humilitaing situations. Finn desperately looked for someone, anyone to help him. He stopped the stranger.

"I need your help." Finn said desperately. "It is a manner of life or death."