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Started May 14, 2018 by @quietquirks

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“We should travel around together, maybe,” Cyrus suggests. “I never stay in one place for long, usually. You could definitely tag along if you wanted to.”

Tony nods, "I'd love that actually." He smiles softly.

“Really? Great!” Cyrus exclaimed, grinning wildly at Tony. “Oh, it’ll be so much fun.”

Tony nods excitedly. Then pauses, "We won't be travelling by day, right?" he asks nervously.

Cyrus pursed his lips in thought. “We can travel during the night,” he said, nodding, remembering how weak Tony had been before.

Tony releases a breath, "That's perfect then!" He says, smiling excitedly. He was excited. He was actually going to travel.

Cyrus chuckled at how excited Tony seemed about traveling. It was almost adorable at how cheeky he was about it. “When do you think you’ll want to leave?”

Kanoa patted the gravestone, grief melting her heart, but not because she loved her mother, but because she didn't. Wiping her tears, Kanoa walked away from the graveyard, wondering if someone would mistake her for a ghost, as pale as she was.
The truth was still hard to accept. Her mother had been alive just last week, picking her up on a Sunday and spoiling her with too many gifts, obviously drunk.

(Yes, we shall)

Tony perks, "As soon as you want to! I only have to grab a few things." he says cheerfully. He was so nervous but excited too. He would travel in who knows how many years.

Jamie watched all the creatures leave, except for a girl, who was crying over a grave. He shook his head and started walking away from the cemetery. When he had gotten a good while away, someone slammed him into a wall and out of view of anyone passing by.
"Luella." The voice hissed. Jamie pushed the man away.
"What do you want, Toad?" Jamie replied, brushing himself off. Toad wasn't the man's real name, though Jamie had never cared enough to find out what it was.
"Well, you are good at finding things, and I need someone found. A wendigo." Toad said, a cruel flicker in his eyes.
"Why do you need me to find a wendigo?" Jamie asked, remembering the man in the graveyard.
"My own reasons, Luella. I'll pay you handsomely," Toad said, grinning.
"Fine. How much time do I have?"
"All the time you need." The man said, before disappearing back into the shadows. He left behind one thing: a picture. A picture of one of the men in the graveyard.

Tony smiles, grinning like an idiot at Cyrus, "You have no idea how happy this makes me… Where should we travel to first?" He asks happily.

The man continued his people/creature watching, if that's what you could call it. The two males that had recently entered had sat by themselves. Marinus observed them, listening quietly. Hm, a traveling vampire and wendigo? That would make an interesting…story. Once again, scents betrayed all. He seemed to have an uncanny knack at finding trace scents, figuring out species and races with little to no trouble. Then when you have been around as long as he has, it was no wonder he knew.
Marinus finished the remnants of his coffee, setting the mug back down on the table. He allowed his thoughts to wander a bit. He debated to himself if he should ask for another cup, or simply go on his way and see what else had happened and changed during his time asleep.

“Mm, I really don’t ever plan specific destinations. I just head in a random direction until I arrive in a place where it looks nice. More interesting that way,” Cyrus explained, stretching out his legs.

Tony nods, "That'll be fun!" he smiles a bit, leaning back, humming.

Jamie walked silently through the city until he reached the cafe he was sure the wendigo had gone into. As soon as he saw him, Jamie walked into the cafe to wait until he left. It would be easier to get him while he was alone. He went up to the counter and ordered a coffee while he waited.

Tony looks towards Cyrus happily. "We can bunk at my place for the day and then head out this evening." he offers after a moment.

Cyrus grinned and nodded. “I just have to collect a few things as well from a nearby cave that I had been sleeping in. The Wendigo prefers to sleep in cold, dark places like that,” he said, moving his hands in the air as he spoke.

Tony nods, "I get that, vampires are quite similar." He stands, "Should we go then?" He asks happily.

Cyrus pushed to his feet, glad to not have his legs cramped under the table anymore. “Yeah, of course. Where is your place at? It would be best if I just met you there, probably. The Wendigo gets a bit territorial when anything gets near the cave, and I don’t want to accidentally shift and attack you or anything…”