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Started May 14, 2018 by @quietquirks

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//nope

Okay good))

Aiya watched the two from behind a gravestone, her pupils narrowing to slits. She fit comfortably behind the large stone, and she sat in complete silence. She used a simple concealment spell to turn gray, blending in to the stones. If she was spotted, she could simply imitate one of the stones. She wrapped her tail around her small body, peering out from behind the grave. Her blue eyes stood out quite a bit, so she kept them as narrow as she could whilst still being able to see.

Tony was obviously aggravated. He was skittish, nervous and the man in front of him looked like he could easily take Tony out, of course, Tony had a few tricks up his sleeve, but he was cautious. He had no idea who this was, but he couldn't let the secret of him being a vampire leave someone else's lips. It would destroy him. People would probably hunt him, hurt him, something… and Tony was not willing to be tortured again. He had scars on his back to prove what humans had done to him before.

(Lmao)

A vampire? Those were ancient monsters, around as ancient as Wedigos. He folded his arms across his chest as he considered what he should say. Should he deny it? He decided on just saying it. He was drenched in blood anyways. “I’m a Wendigo.”

Tony takes the male in. "A wendigo… they're almost as old as vampires, and rare." he places a paled hand to his chin as his sapphire blue eyes inspect the male. "I told you my name. What's yours?" He asks curiously, brushing some blonde hair from his face.

Cyrus nodded slowly at the ‘old’ comment. It was funny, he had just thought the exact same thing. Tony slipped out of his vision, but appeared again at the movement of moving his hair away. “I’m Cyrus,” he said, arms folding loosely across his chest.

"Cyrus. An intriguing name." Tony says, looking at him curiously. He seemed a little defensive, unsure about the Windigo. He had never really seen, nor met any but he knew the legends, and honestly he was a little curious.

Cyrus gave a loose shrug. “It’s an older name. I’ve been around for a long time, never met a Tony before,” he said, glancing Tony over. He didn’t know how to think about this vampire. He had heard of vampires, but never met one.

Aiya crawled onto the top of the gravestone, perking her ears. She dug her claws into the stone so she wouldn't slip. These people were intriguing to her, but she was mostly here to make sure they wouldn't attack each other. She was pretty against killing, and only hunted if absolutely necessary. She generally just ate berries and such, and eggs if she could get them.

"Technically it's Anthony, British pronunciation, et cetera. Anyways. Why were you following me?" he asks, raising a brow at the other male.

Her bright blue eyes bore into their backs, her pupils dilating as she made them slimmer and slimmer. They had a tendency to glow, although this effect was generally minor unless she chose for them to light up. Her tail flicked the stone, sending a piece flying into another tombstone and making a decent amount of noise.

Jasmine zipped into the cafe and pulled on an apron. She walked to the back to clock in.

//I would jump in but I’m in class and we’re about to start a dissection, sry

“You were carrying a dead body, of course I’m going to see what the hell is going on,” Cyrus said. His head snapped towards a noise though, what was most likely a stone hitting a grave. “There’s something else here,” he said, inhaling slowly to catch scents. Whatever it was must have been standing still, because he couldn’t see anything.

Tony sniffs the air, nodding. "I smell it too…" he mutters, growing tense. This isn't good. He was slightly freaking out. He wasn't ready to interact with more than one person. He hisses through his teeth, his nails elongating. He grew nervous when there were to many people.

The male's eyes shifted as he heard the small bell on the door chime once again. His eyes remained hidden behind the shades he wore. Yet his body remained completely relaxed, showing no tension whatsoever. He watched as a short, young looking female entered the café, quickly heading into the back. Hm, must be a worker, probably a waitress.
Once again, his gaze shifted back to the window, looking outwards at the busy streets. He rested one of his hands on the table, the other tucked in a pocket as he leaned back in his chair. It was a bit strange, seeing so many creatures out and about, walking through the streets without really any fear at all. It was a nice change for the most part, but a bit strange as well. Then again, he never really had anything to fear being what he was and what he could do if provoked.

Jasmine ignored the fellow in the shades and walked into the back. She clocked in and started preparing samples. She glanced at the clock on the wall. There were multiple clocks sprinkled throughout the cafe, all set at different times, a good fairy tactic. The one at the back was the only one with the true time though.

Aiya slid behind the stone again, hissing quietly. True, she could speak human tongue, but they still didn't fully know she was there. There was no need to draw attention to herself. Her concealment spell flickered, some of her shiny, golden scales showing through every few seconds.