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   not expecting for anyone to hear her cursing a moment prior, malee turned to face the rather stunning stranger in front of her. "sage? the ratcoon has a name?" she asked in disbelief, as she truly thought it was something only she was seeing; not everyone else.

"prince of knives? what are we, in some bond movie?" malee retorted, even though technically she was acting as if she were in a bond movie. she's always wanted to be the cool bond guy. someone who could work in the shadows & get all the information they needed; but also carry around a cool sword.

"oh so there's a list now? you know for something so big and grand, you'd think the security here would be a lot more smarter then they look." she deadpanned, although she had the same thought. if anyone could get in, what was the real plan for the night? who was hosting this event? there was definitely some stuff malee's never seen before, but she wouldn't question it; at least not now anyways. the ratcoon in the dress was the least of her concerns.

"since you seem to know everything, why were you invited? judging by your tone, it almost seems you don't want to be here. why?" she asked in all curiousness, as this whole event was like a giant puzzle to her.

Irene had seen a lot of things tonight —too many glamours stretched thin, too many wolves in rented tuxes, and at least one bloodsucker pretending not to eye the waitstaff like a buffet. But the girl gawking at the chandelier like it might come alive and eat someone was new.

When the raccoon comment dropped, Irene didn’t blink. Her mouth twitched, though, almost smiling.

“That’s Sage,” she said flatly. “She's actually pretty nice. Bet she chose that dress herself.”

She didn’t bother asking how the girl got in. If she’d broken in, someone would be bleeding by now. Probably her. The fact that she was still walking around meant someone upstairs wanted her here. That was worse.

“It’s not a birthday party,” Irene said, voice low. “Unless the prince of knives turns seven tonight and we’re all getting cursed favors.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, like she was trying to place her.

“You’re not on the list,” she added. Not a question. “So either you’re someone’s very bad idea, or you’re here on accident.”

A pause.

“...In which case, congratulations. You’re officially in the middle of the worst networking event on the coast.”

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   'were you invited?' who the hell did he think he was? whether he was some sort of security or just some nosy man, malee didn't care. she was here and she had a purpose. a goal to achieve. and nobody would get in her way of attaining that information. staring the stranger down, she instead gave him a faint smile.

"I could ask you the same thing, or do you just naturally have a sparkling personality to yourself why you're alone?" she stated with a deadpan, as it was clear she wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. if anyone tried to force her, she'd mace them.

"whatever. I don't care who you are or why you're here, I have things I need to get back to doing." she said while shaking her head & walking passed him. why would men be here? and why were they all so similar? 'were you invited here?' no she broke in & was being questioned by them, why would she be happy about it? taking the first drink from one of the server trays, she quickly swallowed only to spit it out not seconds after. why was it so metallic-y? "what the fuck!" she said aloud, before her tongue was hanging out in red. the taste wasn't leaving and she was panicking now.

"are you trying to poison me?!" she questioned the server, not knowing they were compelled let alone what compulsion was.

Quin was receiving his harsh reminder for why he didn't enjoy large parties like this. There was no real privacy, nowhere he could actually go to get away from the people and watch the exits. One moment he'd be getting some coveted peace and quiet, and the next, someone he was avoiding would past with a raccoon on his head, and some strange girl was asking him what this party was. “It's the Conclave.”

"Do you really not know?" She didn’t look vampy, didn’t have the sweet hum of witch blood or the constant wet-dog smell of werewolf blood... was she a hunter, or human? From the way she seemed to be looking around, with that mix of cluelessness and blind confidence that she could figure out what was going on, Quin was leaning towards human. “Were you invited?”

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   startled by the sudden presence greeting themselves to her, malee gawked a bit before eyes shift towards the racoontouille situation & the scary man it sits on top of. "north american ra-what?!" she asked suddenly as none of this was making any sense to her. did they mean cryptid hunters such as herself? what did this scary man know? what did she know?

"wait what kind of hunter uses a ratcoon?" she asked once more, before trying to follow along with what was being explained to her. "so....this PTA meeting is for the elderly who want botox? how does that even work?" more questions and no answers made her head spin a bit. at the mention of a guide, malee gave her a weird look.

"a guide? for a party??? what context clues am I not catching onto? who are you?!" she exclaimed, as it was clear she was more focused on investigating that she didn't recognize the stranger in front of her. as slightly freaked out as malee was, it only determined her to figure out what the hell everything meant. she had a podcast to run.

"okay first off, who runs this place? and why throw such a big party if this is a PTA meeting? is this some sort of illuminati propaganda? are we the initiation???"

"Procyon lotor! A North American Raccoon." Bhavi laughs as she spins around and greets the shy woman with a sweet smile once more. "As for her date, I'm not entirely sure. I've heard of hunting dogs but I didn't know hunters can have hunting familiars-"

The witch cuts herself off. Whoops!

Keeping secrets or being discreet wasn't exactly Bhavi's forte. Yet this is supposed to be big supernatural gathering; speaking in technical terms here only felt natural. "Okay so...None of the above. A+ for effort though!" Judging by the long list of questions and clear confusion on her face, she probably had no clue what Bhavi is talking about. Or what she just signed up for. "You know PTA meetings? That but like a global scale and more regal and with more elderly but without the botox--"

"I'm sorry. Do you need a guide?" Bhavana asked with the slight tilt of her head. "I'd be happy to lend you a hand. Maybe give some context clues here and there."

Its pointless to give a lecture that would be forgotten by the end of the night. But just look at the poor girl! She's more out of place than she was Khaos night. As a professor and as a girl's girl, Bhavi has to at least try to provide some insight to her inquires.

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open: to cor residents where: conclave, 7:00pm.

   sticking with the crowd of guests entering the massive building, malee's gaze was immediately taking in the space as she wondered what she was walking into. everything screamed elegance and it only intrigued her more; what was the point of inviting so many people all at once? and who were they? the elite? was this an illuminati thing? like an initiation or a big giant sacrifice that she was offering herself on a silver platter maybe?

losing track of her goal when her eyes landed on a freaky ratatouille situation but in the form of a raccoon, malee quickly dipped around the corner instead. "what....the fuck was that?" she said mostly to herself, before putting on a smile and reappearing as if nothing was weird about it. " so is this like another opening? or is this some CEO kid's birthday? what's the stitch here? and why are we all invited?" she soon asked, as if she didn't technically break into the party.

[prettyskeptic]

        𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌....𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆.

the conclave gala. a first for malee, as she's still new to the port leiry scene; only recognized by her podcast & her irrevocable love for bigfoot & all things cryptids. seeing this as the perfect opportunity, she's determined to sneak her way inside james bond style. with a large black duffel bag with too many spy gear to count, she's waiting to find the perfect someone to help her sneak by.

eyes landing on a certain lindon witch, she PSST's him over and the espionage begins. or at least tries to begin. she wasn't accounting for security let alone bag checks. but don't worry, she has it all planned out. whatever it is? nobody knows, but this time next week she'll have a juicy tell-all portion to her podcast of her 'findings'. if only she knew that it would eventually be taken from her later on that night.

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@jacelindon gets a wld malee for gala things

   getting everything she needed was the easy part of her plan. she had a dress to fit the vibes and had the equipment she needed in a large black duffel bag she was struggling to lug around. hiding in a bush to peek through the window, she pulled her shades down to get a good view of the area. not being able to make out much as she was technically nearsighted, she booked it to the front entrance.

eyes landing on the first figure she sees, she's quickly shouting a loud "PSSST! HEY!" she whispered as she gestured for it to come over. "PSST! YOU YES! COME HERE!" she continued whisper yelling, before pulling them aside "I need a way in and you're going to be my date okay? but first we need to get a few things!" she instructed while pulling them towards the other side of the building.

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   trying to think of some foolproof plan to get her home and back with her five cats, malee pouted as she looked out to the storm. her chicken was gone and she too, was starving. lost in her own world, she turned to face the other at the mention of her chicken and glared them down. she was more hangry then frustrated. instead of saying anything more, she marched towards the door and stared back at them.

"it wouldn't be lost if you hadn't left it." she deadpanned, before looking back at the window. she could make it back to her apartment in one piece right? quickly tucking her EMF reader in the safety of her inner pocket, she pulled her cap on and pushed the door open.

"this was fun and all, but I have 5 cats I need to get home too~" she shouted in response, before she's determinedly taking a step outside and using the railings outside to pull herself towards the direction of her apartment. it wasn't far, but with the storm it might as well be. "MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!" she shouted to herself mostly, as the saying did motivate her to conquer the stair stepper at the gym. reaching the next railing, she used all her might to not be blown away again.

They look at her in incredulity, was she serious right now? Clearly, this woman had no sense of self-preservation, and was she — crying? Dear fuck, the people in this fucking city never ceased to amaze them. "I can put you back outside, gladly. I have more important things to do than deal with some ungrateful joke." They mumble under their breath, moving to look out the window while attempting to ring out their hair a bit.

"I don't know, I looked for the nearest shelter. I'm going to look for a storeroom before these windows give. You can — " They wave their hand dismissively at the woman and start picking through the store in an attempt to find the door towards the back. "Go find your chicken outside, or whatever your crazy ass plans on doing."

[prettyskeptic]

  trying to get her point across, the spooky chime went off and she was quick to get in the chair and wheel in as if to hear it better. she always enjoyed the submissions her listeners would send her. was there something just beneath the surface? were they cryptid hunters like she was? listening as avi hit the button, she pondered a bit more. 'did they say a possessed dog?'

quickly holding a finger up as if to silence avi, she was quick to jump in on the fresh new intel. re-reading it as she went. could there be others who also want to discover just who mothman was?

"hello jasper, thank you for the love! as for the submission I think it's interesting. with the stories i know about, mothman doesn't TYPICALLY dress to impress….but if one were to try and say….summon him? think of it like a mating call if you would! I know bigfoot has one! the mothman statue in point pleasant for instance, is to honor him! let's just say he's very…cheeky. could be why he's so evasive! also a possessed dog is just….sad." malee explained as best as she could, although she didn't get the dog comment.

quickly turning to avi she asked him lowly "have you ever seen a possessed dog before? is there a procedure for it? like...to save it I mean?" she asked, genuinely as the glasses she put on her face meant business.

And just like that, a full fledged argument that spans the course of an entire hour. Avi forgoes the role of the fool and the idiot. Instead he takes his place as the contrarian, because Malee seems to be particularly spicy today, and Avi just can't help himself.

The hour comes and goes. Avi feels sufficiently accomplished in pissing Malee off. And that's when the timer goes off, kicks off the start of the show. To make up for his atrocities, he takes initiative and plays the first submission.

Hey Bizarre Malee! Okay first off: big fan. I’ve got theories, notes, and at least two red strings hanging in my office (they’re festive and functional). Super jazzed about the podcast! I’m tuning in with snacks and a comfort candle. Now, onto my offering: About two days ago, I was hiking the Trail (you know the one, where that lady claimed her dog got possessed? Iconic) and I SWEAR I saw a mothman in cargo shorts. Not like, rugged survivalist ones. Like Target’s Pride Collection cargo shorts. Does Mothman wear clothes now?? Was it a fashion-forward cryptid? A human doing performance art? I want your thoughts! Anyway, love you, love the show. Fuzziest regards, Jasper

He thinks he recognizes the voice and then...the name signs off. He almost barks a laugh, but stamps it down to evade the incoming rant about podcast decorum, and gestures for Malee to take the lead on this one.

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@ldysdcths gets a wild malee

   not entirely opposed to making new friends, she did surprisingly take a liking to the woman in front of her. unlike avi who questioned her theory board, des seemed to be interested in what malee was discussing. giving them the rundown of the basics of her podcast and why it was important for her to keep running it, her subject of aliens had malee smiling to herself.

"i'll tell you one more thing, that even my dad doesn't know~" she continued, almost chuckling to herself as if it was some big scandal. "I was part of the area 51 raid back in 2019. you see this?" she holds up her ipad, on some news report with a blur of someone naruto running in the background. "that was me making history."

[prettyskeptic]

   completely devastated that she lost her hard earned meal, she did find relief in knowing her new EMF reader was okay. hearing the exclamation from the other, malee only rolled her eyes at them. whoever they were, clearly didn't need the chicken as much as she did. 'who in the hell swoops in like that? clark kent?' were her thoughts.

"it's okay, not all of us are built like a fucking giraffe." she fired back, before wiping the tears from her eyes. taking in her surroundings, she furrowed her eyebrows a bit. "where are we? why did you bring me here? nobody asked for you to swoop in like that~" she questioned, before she's walking around the shop to investigate. "now how am I going to get home~" she mumbled to herself, as she noticed the intensity of the wind blowing against the windows.

They’re out to grab much-needed supplies for their basement fort that keeps both Mila and Allie safe from this wind and torrential rain when they see her. A lone woman, something flying out of her hands before she’s hunched and trying to stay stable. They groan, they’ve already been out here longer than they like. And they wonder who would be careless enough to just be out in a damn storm in a rainset that looks like it belongs on a toddler.

Another gust of wind blows hard, rocking their tall frame and nearly taking the woman out. It’s enough to push them into action, at the woman’s side, and in seconds they scoop her up unceremoniously and dash into the closest shelter they can find. Some little boutique, setting her down, they go to try and shake off some extra moisture. When the stranger finally speaks. Dark eyes look down at her like she’s speaking in gibberish. “Are you – are you fucking kidding me lady?”

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@flashfanged gets a wild malee in a storm

   with the random storm that seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere, malee thought that 'she'd quickly run to get her new EMF reader and a rotisserie chicken' from the store really quick; she was used to similar storms like this back home during the winter time. but with how quickly the gusts of wind were picking up; malee lost her chicken in favor of keeping her ghost hunting equipment safe. practically turning into a human flag, it wasn't until she found herself being rescued by a stranger is where she found herself in a store nearby.

"did....did you really leave my chicken to fly away like that...you had to get ME instead??" she asked in a harsh tone, as she had just paid 23$ for her dinner that night.

now what was she going to eat? all the restaurants were closing.

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  feeling her eye twitch a little bit, malee remained composure before she's letting out a slow defeated sigh. it was like talking to a wall sometimes, but she knew things would eventually come together. " hey these are real life crimes and people! what happened to them isn't 'weird shit', we're trying to get answers!" malee fired back, before she's handing him a little field guide of sorts.

if there's anything to go by when it comes to cold cases or all things paranormal, she had it extensively written down. while most were practical, such as discussing motives whether it be the victim or the perpetrator, witness statements to plausible cause; she also had things for spirits too. salt, different types of equipment such as the parabolic microphone, to foil hats for any potential alien encounters. malee was nothing but prepared for any and all possibilities.

"quality debates such as 'was the victim talking to a ghost before they died? or was someone hiding in the corner, influenced by the ghost? have you not seen the amityville haunting or the cecil hotel?" malee continued before gawking at him a bit. part of her wondered if this was a test or just god seen her out there suffering, and sent avi hassim to finish the job.

The lengths Avi will go to just to mess with someone....let it not be said that Avi isn't a man who can keep up and follow through with a bit. One hell of a bit, in this case. One that's grown into something of a friendship? Something like that.

He plays the fool, he plays the idiot, he plays whatever role lends itself to his amusement, and he sends her on wild goose chases to abandoned homes and business where the only ghosts that linger are those left by the real horrors of Port Liery. And what a fine time-pass it has become.

Avi offers her a bored, tired look. She's seen it plenty. "Weird shit? Your entire podcast is weird shit." He takes fake offense to it. "Please tell me, what constitutes as a quality debate? I'm listening."

[prettyskeptic]

         𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. triggers: violence,weaponry,blood mention, parent/family death, verbal threats, memory erasing.

growing up with just her father in the serene forests of norway, was a rather peaceful and fun childhood in malee's mind. she loved how close they were to nature and how often her father would take her out for various hikes & camping trips. she loved christmas, even though her father never used to celebrate them before. there was always a sense of normalcy in their household, which made it easy for them to get into the same hobbies together. at any mention of her mother however, there was always.....a silence. like a black fog that'd cover her father's eyes, and would never fully seem to dissipate as time went on; making him a shadow almost of what once was. almost.

the love of a child even amongst a loss as great as this was, was enough to keep them both going. "one day she'll understand, keep her away from all this" is the last words her mother gave her father, before disappearing that night. a promise her father almost kept until one night 14 years later. it had been a typical night in the dahl household; family game night. where it was malee, her father and their neighbors from next door, maria & david, and their son theo. it had started off slowly at first; there was next to no sound that could alert them that something was wrong. and then the next? theo was missing. with the boy nowhere in sight, is when things started to escalate from there. who had been invited in? with her father at her side and the couple on high alert, something felt.....off about this. instead of reckless panic, everyone seemed to be...focused? malee couldn't understand, but then again she couldn't understand most things adults do or weird things like 'coffee'.

being told to go upstairs and hide, malee had hid herself in dad's closet. she couldn't hear much, but she could tell something had managed to get inside the house. something loud and something strong. the voices may have been unclear, but the screams that came along were deafening. she could hear maria's voice and then david's voice. and then silence. 'was her father next? where was he? why did the johnson's go away?' were the thoughts that raced through her mind. before she could think of anything else, she was suddenly being dragged outside of the closet and pinned up against the wall. elongated teeth and voidless eyes, with a strength that seemed impossible had her quite literally in a choke hold. unable to scream or cry out for help, malee was completely defenseless as the beast bared it's fangs at her. "so you're the one she's protecting, how sweet~" the beast said in almost a hiss, as it could smell the blood running through her veins. "you'll make a perfect pet. it's just a shame she isn't her to see this!" was the last thing the beast said, before her father came and pierced the beast in it's chest; causing malee to drop from it's grasp.

landing on her ankle, she winced in pain before her father's arms were around her. "it's okay, it's over now they're all gone~" he soothed, as the initial shock started to take over. noticing the blood on his hands and shirt, then the body 2 feet away from her, malee screamed when another figure appeared behind him. one second they were alone, the next a stranger stood in the doorway. "no no, don't be scared!" her father explained, as he held a hand out to the figure and the other around her shoulder. "she's not gonna hurt you. I promise." he continued, as the woman approached them. a look of sadness was painted on her face, as she slowly crouched next to them. "thirak, i'm so sorry this was never supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to return..." she explained, although her hand reaching out only made malee flinch as she hid behind her father instead.

"you're too young to understand this....but I trust your father will explain when the time is right. he will protect you.....in more ways that I couldn't. but for now, this is goodbye little one. i'm sorry." the woman finished off with, before stepping outside. "wait here...I won't be gone long" her father stated, before he's walking outside after her. the conversation was muffled. her ears were still ringing from the impact of being slammed into the wall like that & the adrenaline was starting to ware off. slowly lifting herself up, malee took one more look towards the woman at her front door, before screaming in terror once more when she burst into flames. her father expressionless, before he's returning back to her. "wh-what's happening?!" malee cried out as everything was all too overwhelming for someone her age; and that's when another figure appeared. the figure of a man this time, slowly approaching them. his expression was also emotionless.

"are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "yes, i'm sure. tell her it's all a fairy-tale. that her mother died a long time ago. take this night away from her." her father instructed, as malee could only shake her head in confusion. 'what does he mean take it away from her? what?!' was the last thought she had, before she woke up in the hospital. ~

"hey there kiddo, you're finally awake~! the pain medications knocked you out huh? you had a little bit of an accident with your ankle, but everything will be fine!" her father spoke, with worried yet warm smile on his face nonetheless.

"i.." she mumbled tiredly, before her father continued "shh! it's okay you don't have to talk now! the nurse will be around with some food, but for right now what if I read you your favorite story hmm? little red riding hood?"

"....okay." she responded in a hazy voice.

~ present day.

after a weekly check in with her father back home, malee sighed to herself as she plopped onto the couch nearby. with the view overlooking the sleepy town of port leiry, malee only admired the view. while she was used to the noisiness of new york, she soon appreciated how quiet the town could get. turning to grab her laptop, she yawned as she read the next case her listeners submitted to her.

"mystery attacks and bodies appear.....I wonder who did it." she mumbled to herself as she read through the article. seeing a few theorists and cryptid loving enthusiasts like her, she couldn't help the sigh that came from her as she read the words "vampire" or "lycan" on her subreddit.

"can we keep the big bad wolf in fairy tales please? i swear if I have to read another submission like this live, i WILL be crashing out!" she grumbled to herself, as she shut the laptop and turned her tv on. although malee couldn't deny something to herself; something that lurked beneath the surface. something out of reach that she couldn't quite place her finger on. with cases being so specific, a part of her wondered why people would have such strong beliefs on the cause of these occurrences?

whatever it was, she was determined to get to the bottom of these speculations.

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   "uh...no actually. I don't really go out much, let alone parties especially ones of this magnitude." malee explained earnestly, before she's looking at the other with a weak smile. she was mostly buried in her studies growing up or any cold case or haunting, she could get her hands on. if she had to choose between human interactions or a bear (or a ghost in this case), she'd choose the bear one hundred percent. she wasn't the most social person, but.....she hoped she wasn't too terrible at it.

"do you live here? I mean not in this place of course but do you reside in port leiry? are the parties...always this extravagant? I feel like I need a field guide to get by in this town~" she continued before chuckling lightly to herself, before she's turning towards the stranger. "any tips? everyone seems so....close? like cliquey? kinda makes me wanna run the other way if i'm being honest"

“Girl, fake it till you make it,” Bhavi can’t help but playfully scoff with a smile. “You stick out like a sore thumb when you think of yourself as a sore thumb. I hardly would have noticed if you didn’t mention it.”

Meanwhile Bhavi had come to this more secluded corner after an hour of not being a wallflower. A shot of over-priced liquid courage before dipping into the dancefloor and drinking in the atmosphere, absorbing the pool of various auras like a sponge with each song and dance. Some fruity and energetic, others spicy and hot to the touch. Bhavi was left winded by the end, dramatically fanning herself with one hand. “Besides, ‘real fancy’ is dead quiet conferences full of small talk that make you feel like you're suffocating. This is gilded fancy. Basically a frat party with extra set dressing.”

“I mean, have you been to a frat party before, right? A sorority shindig?” The witch looks at the other curiously. She kinda has a baby face that says she hasn’t, but you never know. It’s always the quiet ones that pack the most punch. 

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open: to cor residents location: khaos event

   feeling somewhat out of place at such a grand event like this, she knew it would be best to get as much exposure as possible. she hated people typically, but she was getting better at social settings; much preferring her studies or shadowing. with a drink in hand, she took small sips as she looked around with a bored expression. what was hiding beneath the pretty facade? what secrets could she potentially unveil? or haunts? quickly tuning into whoever was speaking to her, she smiled softly. " i'm sorry, I stick out like a sore thumb don't i? i'm not usually at places like this, it's so....fancy. but the refreshments are nice" she isn't about to reveal the fact that she's drinking sparkling apple juice instead of champagne.

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   listening to him talk about the candle to asking about being new to town, malee gave him a slightly embarrassed smile as she held the cloth on her hand. 'was it that obvious?' thinking about the time she had somehow managed to break both her arms falling out of a bunk bed as a kid, she had to admit this wasn't as terrible as that.

"I moved here 6 months ago.......no reason at all! just....bored." she explained hesitantly as if she didn't move here because of her podcast. there was casses she needed to investigate and ghouls she needed to hunt. but she wasn't about to get into all that with someone she just met that day.

"and you? are you a permanent resident here or?" she asked softly, while hiding her injured hand behind her back. peeking around them to make sure nobody was witnessing this mess she made, she gave him another smile. "this may be weird, but do you want to go get food or something? to make up for this unfortunate encounter? it'd be my treat!"

She's a trainwreck. A cute trainwreck, sure, but that doesn't distract him from the crash and burn that's happening right before his eyes. Jameson can't look away, he can't hide his amusement either. He doesn't even try to. Light eyed and giddy, Jameson laughs. Not at her.. actually... yes... he is laughing at her. She's adorable.

Adorable, vulnerable, and very, very naive.

As a few more chuckles escape, Jameson squats down to help clean up the damage. "Not for candles, got it," he confirms, looking up at her just in time to watch her slice her hand. God, she really is a mess.

Jameson stood up. Someone had to take care of wound. You don't want to leave your injuries unattended too long in this town. It could attract the wrong kind of attention. Though watching a vampire find her and drain her arteries sounds kind of cool. It'd be entertaining to say the least.

There's a table runner on the display, it could be merchandise or decoration, he's not sure. He doesn't really give it a second thought, as he rips off a good size piece of the fabric. As Malee reaches out to shake his hand, Jameson wraps the fabric around her hand to soak up the blood.

<You're being quite the gentleman today.> Dorian notices in a murmur, speaking only in the back of the witch's thoughts.

'Eh.'

"I'm Jameson," he says to Malee, wrapping the fabric around her hand a second time. "You don't have to pay them for the candle," Jameson continues, "Actually, you probably did them a favor by getting rid of it. One less thing for them to take back when the fair is over." He places his hand on top of fabric on hers. "There," he hums, "Now, you won't go around getting blood on everything."

His eyes meets hers and he says, "You're not from Port Leiry, are you?" It's a statement not a question.

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