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There wasn't anything on the schedule today for another few hours, so Vincent was back in small workshop taking some time to himself to catch up on one of his favorite book series'. So he wasn't exactly expecting a knock on the doorframe.

Though he stopped eating as his ears picked up someone approaching. It was only now that he realized he’d managed to get separated from Ricky. And that set the young wolf on edge, growling defensively in the direction of the noise, and trying to hide his wound in the process. He had to seem tough, even if he wasn’t able to fight effectively again yet.

Vincent had gotten a few successful kills in, thanks to grouping up with some other wolves, but currently those wolves were occupied elsewhere. Which was both good and bad for a young earth mage that Vincent was focused on at the moment.

The poor "kid" had made a big mistake. It was bad enough that the wolves like Vincent had lost themselves to the wolf inside, but he'd also splashed the wrong wolf out of the bunch by throwing some silver nitrate powder in his face to try and deter him. Silver things already hurt most wolves to an extent, but Vincent's hyper-aggression towards purposeful injury made him fully focus on the young mage.

Starter 1

Sir Vincent looked out upon the land as he had his morning coffee. Cartorra's flowing fields of corn, alfalfa, and barley being tended to by the simple people further inland from his seaside castle. The only thing that broke up the enjoyable morning silence as the sun rose was the incessant clanging of metal and cutting tools coming from floors below, the dwarves and his sister, Abigail, clearly hard at work in the docks below. Finishing his coffee, he turned his attention to a mirror nearby.

Wait… A mirror? Here in his presence? Surely, he’d covered such portals a fortnight ago. But here one was, fully showing him, and his wonderful guest who was seeing to his morning glory with their supple lips. And yes, the fellatio was pleasurable, but it wasn’t enough to keep the hairs from raising on the back of his neck as his image swirled into a black mist. A black mist he knew all too well that began coalescing into a familiar shadowy hound with glowing amber eyes. The Mad Doctor’s pet would soon escape imprisonment if he didn’t act quickly. So as his current companion came about to get a breath, they were thrown aside, the coffee mug spilling its contents over them before shattering against the floor. He didn’t acknowledge their scream of pain as the hot liquid scolded them, too focused on busily cutting off the beast’s connection to this world with a heavy sheet. “Not today foul creature… Not today.” Then he turned his attention to his company. "Many pardons... Harm was not my intention. Let me see to your wounds..." (If you want to have been a companion of his for the evening prior)

Wait… A mirror? Here in his presence? Surely, he’d covered such portals a fortnight ago. But here one was, fully showing him in the buff. The hairs rose on the back of his neck as his image swirled into a black mist. A black mist he knew all too well that began coalescing into a familiar shadowy hound with glowing amber eyes. The Mad Doctor’s pet would soon escape imprisonment if he didn’t act quickly. The coffee mug crashed to the floor, spilling it's contents as he rushed forward. He didn’t acknowledge the shattered porcelain, too focused on busily cutting off the beast’s connection to this world with a heavy sheet. “Not today foul creature… Not today.” A moment passed before he calmed himself, now hearing his sister calling for him that he had a guest. He quickly donned his clothes and made his way downstairs to address the newcomer. "Hail citizen! What brings you to my humble keep this day?" (If you want something casual)

Starter 2

Today was a rare good day... Vincent was clear headed for the first time in a while. And he intended to hopefully keep it that way. At least the best he could. Sure the medicine wasn't pleasant, but it meant he could have a day in reality. As he got out of bed, he took a marker and went over to his calendar, doing his usual to keep track of how long his episodes had been lasting by marking the days he was lucid per his therapy directions.

"Not counting the full moon..." He counted up the prior marks, and let out an exasperated sigh. "Two months this time... Hope I didn't cause any particular trouble while I was absent from myself." He then went about his morning routine and readied himself for his day, making sure to grab his next dose before he headed downstairs to check on the job site and the crew before he'd head out into the city to pay for breakfast sandwiches at a nearby cafe for everybody. It was the least he felt he could do since they put up with their boss's issue when it cropped up.

On his way out the door, he noticed someone standing there. "Morning. Can I help you?" (If they don't know each other) "Good morning! How are you doing today?" (If they know each other.)

There were very few people who could make Vincent not be a sad sack or in a state of controlled, but simmering anger tonight. But Alexandra was one of the few who at least could get his face to soften. They had been buddies since they'd met as kids in Covaire's school system after all.

Vincent was busy enough calming down and seeing to the scolded escort when the door opened. He almost didn't even pay attention to the voice coming from the now open door apologizing for the interruption. Until he finished coming down from his panic attack.

He reached for Israel's head and began petting him as the large black dog he saw before him went about picking the pieces up in its mouth and discarding them in a nearby waste bin. Israel was one of the few talking beasts the Vincent was friendly towards. "Oh, Abby sent you to fetch me, did she? Such a good boy you are. So smart too. Yes, it is Liberica. But you shouldn't drink any. We don't want you getting an upset belly."

His companion just gave Israel a huff as he used a bit of magic on himself on top of the first aid their renter had already given him. "I'll see myself out. Send my payment to the usual place..." The other man gathered his clothes and attempted to knock Israel over as he left, not amused that the prisoner had soured the mood further by interrupting his work.

Other Facts:

Growing up, Vincent was the taller, older, and stronger friend... And the one most likely to get the two of them into trouble.

Vincent played Rugby in school, but Wyn did not play sports.

While Wyn is about half a foot shorter at 5'6"-5'7" to Vincent's 6'0", Wyn is only slightly smaller in wolf form than Vincent. Approximately a 1.5:1 ratio in Vincent's favor.

"Hey Si, check this out. Not that I think the director will want to use it for the spots, but thought you might appreciate this for your set pieces since we're doing a rainy scenes in the next month." The lighting engineer handed Simon a small light control remote.