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"Eh, sorry but when a shadowhunter meets and greats me I'm usually not the trusting type. I kinda call it years of murder and Valentine." Kain replied darkly." So, what is it that you want?" He asked in curiosity while dramatically crossing his legs making himself look more like a villain. Circling his finger around his glass cup while studing the shadowhunter. He was being his ridiculous theatrical self but also was self aware of his actions. He wished to test the shadowhunter, particularly for his own amusement and particularly because he knew nothing of this shadowhunter. Knowing that shadowhunters where his best allies and worse enemies it was best to know them all for his own safety.

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“At least pretend you’re having a good time with me, geez.” He regarded the person in front of him with a roll of his eyes and the ghost of a smile on his lips.

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"Sorry, that might be because of me. With the curse of being as gorgeous as I it's impossible not to have eyes all over. Also if your worried about people judging you by what you drink I can assure you everyone here has drunken worse. Trust me, I know." Kain joked. Taking a sip of his strange drink, blood.

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“I really wanna try one of those but I’m not sure if I can take all the eyes watching me while drinking it.” Eli furrowed his brows while suspiciously eyeing the unusual beverages.

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Kain held a glass of blood, nonspiked of course. He saw the fellow Shadow hunter wandering around like some lost child in a grocery store. Curious and with nothing else better to do he took one big gulp of blood and left the social group he managed to create. A couple of people looked hurt by him leaving but soon got over it. He walked toward the shadow hunter knowing exactly who he is, Mag's boytoy. An alone and vulnerable one. Keeping an eye on him would probably make Magnus appreciate Kain plus being friends with a high warlock is always Is great deal.

"Lost?" He asked raising a brow.

"By the way that food is edible, I think, but just warning you I have seen a couple of alcoholics wrapping their grimy hands on it. If they are the same from back in my day then you might catch a weird untreatable disease." Kain joked.

Alec had just arrived at the party, not surprised that it was already in high gear, knowing his boyfriend. He weaved his way through the crowd of people, stopping by the table scattered with food in a detour. He was starving after not eaten the whole day. He picked up a strange looking food, debating if he should eat it or not.

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"It was remeberble then, good. " he smiled. "If you think that was impressive you should have seen what some of those mundane magicians could do. Houdini could out impress any warlock with sheer wit. So, you like the flowers?" Kain mused. Seeing the bundle of flowers somewhere. It wasn't a romantic gesture. Even though he was interested and Beau did remind him of his dead wife he wasn't going to romanticly involve himself with a mortal. The immortal life wouldn't be fair to push on a mortal. However he was going to tell that to Beau. Seeing Beau's slightest angered reactions to his flirts always amused him.

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“Well, arnt all vampires conceited? It is one of the perks.” Kain joked. Giving a slight chuckle. “So, was it a worth while prize?” He raised an eyebrow. In all honesty he was nervous beyond belief. The only reason why his isn’t trembling was because years of acting. Each word and sentence perfectly rehearsed to make himself sound less dorky then he actually is.

“I’m biased. My instant answer is yes.” Beau had nothing nice to say about vampires as a race. Didn’t matter how petty the slight he’d take it. “Can’t say I hated it.” Beau admitted, grabbing the cards off his lap and stacking them on the bench next to him. “It’s not something I’ll be forgetting anytime soon though. It was…interesting.”

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"Well, arnt all vampires conceited? It is one of the perks." Kain joked. Giving a slight chuckle. "So, was it a worth while prize?" He raised an eyebrow. In all honesty he was nervous beyond belief. The only reason why his isn't trembling was because years of acting. Each word and sentence perfectly rehearsed to make himself sound less dorky then he actually is.

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Kain stepped back and bowed. Leaving the cards on Beau as if he didn’t much care for them. “I am afraid that is it of the show. Please, please come again and I do accept tips but only in the form of a kiss.” He wink flirtaiously. He hoped back on stage to where the red curtains fell. He was not to be seen unless Beau where to turn around. Kain didn’t no longer had the jester clothing on and was sitting on a old chair quite a ways away. He would slowly clap at his own show. Acting as if he was sitting there the whole time.

Beau looked at the cards and then back up at Kain, a little confused. He didn’t want these cards and he doubted Kain would want to part with them by throwing them on the floor. “Already? Pity. I was starting to enjoy it.” He winked and turned to look at Kain, now dressed normally and far away. “Snazzy fast dressing. But did you really feel the need to applaud your own show? Talk about conceited.” Beau joked, laughing lightly.

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Kain stepped back and bowed. Leaving the cards on Beau as if he didn't much care for them. "I am afraid that is it of the show. Please, please come again and I do accept tips but only in the form of a kiss." He wink flirtaiously. He hoped back on stage to where the red curtains fell. He was not to be seen unless Beau where to turn around. Kain didn't no longer had the jester clothing on and was sitting on a old chair quite a ways away. He would slowly clap at his own show. Acting as if he was sitting there the whole time.

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Kain to the cards without looking. Then he started to shuffle them. There was a trick to this but he will not say. He shuffled them quite flashy. It almost seemed as if the cards where floating. With each flip and fold seemed almost impossible. To even keep track of Beau’s card would next to be impossible. Even more since Kain wasn’t even looking on where Beau took the card. After he was done shuffling he straghten the stack and put it in front of Beau while still holding it. To where he dropped it. All of that shuffling for nothing. Cards where scattered all over Beau, his chair and the floor beneath his feet. Kain didn’t seem bothered by this and instead reached over to Beau’s ear. To where he found, Beau’s card. “Is this your card?” He showed Beau.

Beau was, secretly at least, mesmerized by how quickly he was shuffling the cards in front of him. He figured it was due in part to his practice with it…and his abilities as a vampire. Him dropping the cards caught Beau entirely off guard and he watched the cards flutter to the ground. He scanned them for his own but came up blank. Looking back up at Kain he surprised him again by pulling it out from behind his ear. “I’m tempted to say no. Just the throw you.” He smirked. “But yes. It is. Very tricky of you. I am intrigued.”

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Kain to the cards without looking. Then he started to shuffle them. There was a trick to this but he will not say. He shuffled them quite flashy. It almost seemed as if the cards where floating. With each flip and fold seemed almost impossible. To even keep track of Beau's card would next to be impossible. Even more since Kain wasn't even looking on where Beau took the card. After he was done shuffling he straghten the stack and put it in front of Beau while still holding it. To where he dropped it. All of that shuffling for nothing. Cards where scattered all over Beau, his chair and the floor beneath his feet. Kain didn't seem bothered by this and instead reached over to Beau's ear. To where he found, Beau's card. "Is this your card?" He showed Beau.

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“You have my thanks, Beaute. My last performance will be one of great encante. You mind will be bewildered. Some would say bewitched. But that is you to put together. Now, would you care to pick a card?” Kain walked up to Beau with a stack of cards. It was a large stack of tarot cards and he handed it to Beau. Not the typical way to do the trick. Kain turned his back away from Beau and waited for him to pick a card and shuffle it back in.

“Bewildered? Can’t say I’ve ever been that. You’ll have to work hard.” He smirked and ran his fingers over the displayed cards a few times before picking one on the far left. He tapped it once. “This one.”

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Kain gave a toothy grin when he saw Magnus jump over his enthusiasm. He gave the hair to Magnus for him to inspect. Waiting for the kind of results Magnus would receive. He wouldn't be lying to say he wasn't at least a bit curious on who the murderer was.

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"I'd rather not get into what ever I don't feel like getting into." Kain winked. "You know what I mean. You want something. Why else are you here?" Kain questioned. Obviously taking pleasure in her annoyance. As he usually does.

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“Hey, hey, hey. I had no part in this. This time. But if you give me a good reason I will.” Kain slightly winked. The impish smile is the kind any could punch.

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"You have my thanks, Beaute. My last performance will be one of great encante. You mind will be bewildered. Some would say bewitched. But that is you to put together. Now, would you care to pick a card?" Kain walked up to Beau with a stack of cards. It was a large stack of tarot cards and he handed it to Beau. Not the typical way to do the trick. Kain turned his back away from Beau and waited for him to pick a card and shuffle it back in.

As Beau said that Kain got out a bouquet of flowers from his sleeve and personally handed it to Beau. Giving him a slight wink. “I thank you for your kindness fair gentleman. Here is a prize for being such a Beute of a man. Now, prepare for serenation!” He walked back to the performing area with a flute. This would be the more whimsical performance. He played the flute as a normal person would but found himself struggling. Since there was a mask in the way. “Ah, I know what to do.” Kain started to play the flute quite well with his nose. Playing moon light santanio. It was perfect yet depressing. Yet it also couldn’t be depressing since he played it with his nose. He got anouther flute out and played it with his other nose. So perfect was those notes. If you closed your eyes it would seem as if a talented and beautiful artist was playing this depressing song. However in reality it is actually a funny looking jester playing two flutes with his nose under a mask. After he was done with such a show he did a crying gesture. To finish with a bow and a twirl of the flutes to put them away.

Beau took the flowers, mildly interested in how Kain had managed to procure them from thin air. The curiosity didn’t last long though, and he deftly put the flowers on the bench next to him. The flute trick was weird in every way but Beau had to admit he was mildly impressed by it as well. His smile brightened and he clapped again. He kept it short, feeling just a little awkward about doing it by himself. “You’re a vampire of many talents. Nose flutes. You’d probably make a killing at mundie birthday parties.”

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As Beau said that Kain got out a bouquet of flowers from his sleeve and personally handed it to Beau. Giving him a slight wink. "I thank you for your kindness fair gentleman. Here is a prize for being such a Beute of a man. Now, prepare for serenation!" He walked back to the performing area with a flute. This would be the more whimsical performance. He played the flute as a normal person would but found himself struggling. Since there was a mask in the way. "Ah, I know what to do." Kain started to play the flute quite well with his nose. Playing moon light santanio. It was perfect yet depressing. Yet it also couldn't be depressing since he played it with his nose. He got anouther flute out and played it with his other nose. So perfect was those notes. If you closed your eyes it would seem as if a talented and beautiful artist was playing this depressing song. However in reality it is actually a funny looking jester playing two flutes with his nose under a mask. After he was done with such a show he did a crying gesture. To finish with a bow and a twirl of the flutes to put them away.

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“What am I wearing? Well what are you wearing? Trousers such as mine and a shear smile to bear. Now, let us hope that smile will grow at the end of this show.” Kain said speaking wonderfully, horrible rymphs. What he was wearing was tights with a beautiful codpiece. A long shirt which a typical jester would wear with a belt wrapped along it. The belt would hold a various number of props. All which peaked interest. His helm was a typical and jingly helm. Each point with bells in the end. Anouther most peculiar was the well crafted mask on his face. Made of porcline and some shiny inexpensive jewls. The face had a whimsical and charming look. Unlike most that where creepy his had a friendly and warm look to it. “Now mister Beau you have quite the personal and incredible show before you. I hope you sit somewhere well to receive an incredible veiw. For my first act I will perform the devilstick peat. My performs will be unlike any other.” Kain didn’t seem like himself. More like a diffrent person. He got out three sticks from his belt. Two where simple with some ribbon around it. The other one had ribbon and a couple of fringes in the end. He put two of them on the ground and one in his hand. He would flip it around slowly around his hand. After that he placed the stick on his foot to get out another one. On from completely out of somewhere else. Turning that one around as well. To place that one on his other foot. Now it’s for the other two on the ground. He place each of those two on his hands the made the two on his feet fly up. To where he started turning each of them around with each stick. He threw one of the sticks and completely forgotten about it. Now it was about the other one. He turned that stick with the other sticks with such complex turning. Using the sticks to twirl the other one. It almost seemed as if he moved that one stick with his mind. It was difficult to focus on it yet it was amzing. Twirling the stick around with such persition and dance like qualities. When he was done he let all of them fall to the floor. That was then you would notice that each of the sticks would form a perfect line. It was, impressive

Kain’s instant and quip-like remark caught Beau totally off guard and before he’d quite gotten a hold of his senses he’d already sat down and started watching. It was interesting, to say the least, to see Kain dressed up like this. He seemed…very in the moment, very himself almost. Beau envied him. And he was good, Beau couldn’t fault him for that. He didn’t entirely understand what was going on but he knew he’d never be able to do it himself. The trick ended in a flashy and spectacular way and Beau clapped, smiling a little. “Impressive. Although I dare say you’ve got more up your sleeve, huh?”

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"What am I wearing? Well what are you wearing? Trousers such as mine and a shear smile to bear. Now, let us hope that smile will grow at the end of this show." Kain said speaking wonderfully, horrible rymphs. What he was wearing was tights with a beautiful codpiece. A long shirt which a typical jester would wear with a belt wrapped along it. The belt would hold a various number of props. All which peaked interest. His helm was a typical and jingly helm. Each point with bells in the end. Anouther most peculiar was the well crafted mask on his face. Made of porcline and some shiny inexpensive jewls. The face had a whimsical and charming look. Unlike most that where creepy his had a friendly and warm look to it. "Now mister Beau you have quite the personal and incredible show before you. I hope you sit somewhere well to receive an incredible veiw. For my first act I will perform the devilstick peat. My performs will be unlike any other." Kain didn't seem like himself. More like a diffrent person. He got out three sticks from his belt. Two where simple with some ribbon around it. The other one had ribbon and a couple of fringes in the end. He put two of them on the ground and one in his hand. He would flip it around slowly around his hand. After that he placed the stick on his foot to get out another one. On from completely out of somewhere else. Turning that one around as well. To place that one on his other foot. Now it's for the other two on the ground. He place each of those two on his hands the made the two on his feet fly up. To where he started turning each of them around with each stick. He threw one of the sticks and completely forgotten about it. Now it was about the other one. He turned that stick with the other sticks with such complex turning. Using the sticks to twirl the other one. It almost seemed as if he moved that one stick with his mind. It was difficult to focus on it yet it was amzing. Twirling the stick around with such persition and dance like qualities. When he was done he let all of them fall to the floor. That was then you would notice that each of the sticks would form a perfect line. It was, impressive

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The show

Having stage fright was an understand for Kain. No, he was terrified. This jester act was something he haven’t done for centuries and for good reason. However he knew he had to fulfill his part of the bargain. He lost the duel fair and square so it was his duty satisfy his end of the bargain. The area of his choice was an old theatre. Not the watch the screen kind. N, one for the performing arts. It was old yet still intact. Kain made sure of that. He hid behind the red curtain slightly hoping Beau wouldn’t arrive. Making sure in the mean time that his jester outfit looked nice and the mask was on well.

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Beau was interested to see what Kain had been telling him about. He wasn’t looking forward to it but he was dreading the event either. At the very least it promised to me a humorous distraction from the world for a little bit. He walked in and leaned against the door, arms crossed as he looked incredulously at Kain. “What the hell are you wearing?”

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The show

Having stage fright was an understand for Kain. No, he was terrified. This jester act was something he haven't done for centuries and for good reason. However he knew he had to fulfill his part of the bargain. He lost the duel fair and square so it was his duty satisfy his end of the bargain. The area of his choice was an old theatre. Not the watch the screen kind. N, one for the performing arts. It was old yet still intact. Kain made sure of that. He hid behind the red curtain slightly hoping Beau wouldn't arrive. Making sure in the mean time that his jester outfit looked nice and the mask was on well.

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"Good. I do t want to ruin my clothing in a bad show. Tomatoe guts are difficult to clean." Kain joked speaking from experience. "Well, im sure you need to get back to the institute and I must be back to my quarters. So, see you soon?" He slowly walked away giving a light wave coupled with a smirk.

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“Well if you do be sure to bring a barrel filled with rotten tomatoes. You have my permission to throw them at me.” Kain smirked. It wouldn’t be the first time he got tomatoes thrown at him and he knew it wouldn’t be the last.

“Tomatoes? Why would I…you know what? Never mind. We’ll just forego the tomatoes all right?” He chuckled and popped his back, feeling the burn in his muscles.

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"Well if you do be sure to bring a barrel filled with rotten tomatoes. You have my permission to throw them at me." Kain smirked. It wouldn't be the first time he got tomatoes thrown at him and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

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It seemed as if kain struck a nerve. Not surprising to him. He knew striking a nerve would happen eventually. After all he was the king of striking nerves. One thing he found that works was to completely changing the subject. Even if the subject was strange and stupid. “Speaking of assholes I’ve hear of this wonderful area with pleasing aesthetics close by. Now hear me out this is part of your prize. Come by this Saturday too this location.” Kain got out a map and marked it. Circling the area. “Be there by midnight.” This was improve to the extreme. But it worked and killed two birds with one stone.

Beau looked at the map, curious and a little bit glad that Kain was so quick to totally change the subject on him. “I’m not going to regret this am I?”

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"Might be. Looks like a work of someone who is deeply troubled and angry. Clearly out for revenge." Kain pointed it. He tried to look for something. A scent. A thing left in rage. It was difficult since who ever did this was clever or the scent of dog could mask all. He did manage to find something. A piece of hair that was not the dog's. "I found something. A single strand of hair! You should be thankful that I have keen eyes." Kain carefully handed magnus the single small strand of hair. He gave magnus the 'are you sure I did it?' Look.

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“Hmm, yea. There have been a couple of vampire deaths but its difficult to say who did it and why. Since, well, we turn into ash when we die. Its difficult to find a dead vampire when they mix with the dirt compared to other downworlders. Its unfair if you think about it.” Kain shrugs. Kain could sense the uneasiness Magnus felt about him. He only replied with a coy smirk. He looked at the body tying to find a struggle or what exactly happened to it. It was difficult to blame it on Valetine since he was more like a vampire himself. Draining blood from his victims to use as experiments. This death evolved more, brute force.

“Interesting. It seemed our culprit used brute force instead of the good old Valetine way. I’d hate to say this but, I don’t think this was his craftsmanship. Hmmm. Too dirty, obvious and his deaths leave out less, waste. No offense to toto here. Good for him in a cruel way. Silver lining is that the family gets to decide how he’s burried. Some do not have that luxury”

“There are ways, you know,” he said, shrugging lightly. “Witnesses, warlocks…” Magnus commented as he studied the body. It wasn’t a pleasant view, and he had never enjoyed this part of his work. He truly looked up to people who could look at a dead body and see nothing but a case. He saw a life that had gone to waste, and it saddened him deeply. 

Magnus was brought back from his thoughts as Kain spoke again, forcing him to take a closer look at the body. The warlock tilted his head lightly to the side as he looked down, searching for wounds and sings of struggle. It was true that the werewolf seemed to still have blood in his body before he died, but he didn’t want to think that anyone other than Valentine would have a personal vendetta against Downworlders. Standing up straight and looking at the other, he nodded briefly. “Well, not all are buried before starting their new life as a Downworlders. And not all are immune to time like the two of us,” he reminded the other. “Now… I’m afraid you might be right about this not being Valentine’s work. But it makes me wonder if it might be one of his failed experiments’ actions. It doesn’t exactly smell like demon, so…”

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It seemed as if kain struck a nerve. Not surprising to him. He knew striking a nerve would happen eventually. After all he was the king of striking nerves. One thing he found that works was to completely changing the subject. Even if the subject was strange and stupid. "Speaking of assholes I've hear of this wonderful area with pleasing aesthetics close by. Now hear me out this is part of your prize. Come by this Saturday too this location." Kain got out a map and marked it. Circling the area. "Be there by midnight." This was improve to the extreme. But it worked and killed two birds with one stone.

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“Ah, well there’s an achellis heel to everything. No matter who you are death will always be beside you. Death is an asshole in my opinion.” Kain shrugged. He would know since him and death know each other quite well. Figuratively speaking.

“I’m not talking about death right now.” Beau said sharply, the joyous edge to his voice gone, replaced by a hard and sharp lilt. He didn’t want the good feelings of the mock fight to get spoiled just yet.