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Noticing his brief reaction as she said her name, Rose contemplated whether or not she wanted to bring it up or not. Deciding against it for the moment, she took a different route. "There, now that we're formally introduced I feel less inclined to be worried about you snapping my head from my body." She wondered idly if she should have said that part out loud, but it was too late now. "Though, I believe I asked you before to call me Rose." It was still going to take a bit of getting used to, having people call her Rose. I actually prefer Rosalin, but whatever distances me from him is worth a change. Her thoughts were beginning to stray again. What was he saying?

Tyler looked down at her hand, confusion setting in as to why she would want to shake on any of this; but he figured that this was how she was brought up, and he was to – well to a certain degree at least. Fitting his hand with hers’, he listened to her carefully talk about herself and where she was from, actually coming close to dropping her hand at the mention of her last name; did that mean that she was related to them? That couldn’t be likely, could it? “I’m Tyler Lockwood, I’m from Mystic Falls. And I’m a hybrid, but the wolf side is more dominate seeing as I was born with that gene in me, and everything else about me doesn’t matter.” He spoke lightly, giving her hand a small shake before dropping it all together and letting his hand fall to his side. “It’s nice to meet you, Rosalin.”

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Rolling her eyes inwardly, Rose sighed and held out her hand. If they were going to do this odd introduction 'where ya from' thing that was so common among the regular people then she was going to go all out with it. As soon as his hand was what she assumed reluctantly in hers she began her spiel. "Rosalin Mikaelson. I'm from here and there, most recently I'm from Atlanta though. What I am, well most people call me a shape shifter or a changeling. It's a bit more complicated than that, but that's the easiest for you to remember. Don't worry about the rest." She shook his hand and waited for his portion.

If one thing was true, he wasn’t going to come out and say everything about him – sure she knew what he was by now as he knew what she was; but that didn’t mean that he was going to give her his true Mystic Falls story when he didn’t need nor want to, even more so when she would probably walk off in spite of it. “Yeah – new one; might explain the problem with my scent and not being able to tell when someone’s a vampire, wolf or… what you are or not. And I’m not worrying my pretty little head off about anything, you don’t have to worry about that either. But uh, we could at least tell each other where we’re from or… something cause maybe we’ve been to both places, or… yeah.”

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With her suspicion confirmed Rose gave a small nod. She'd have to think of a way to get Sigrid to draw a portrait without having to ask her for one. If there was one thing she never did, it was ask for favors. Reaching down to grab her ear buds, she looked at Sigrid once more.

"I suppose I'll see you later Sigrid." With that, she turned on her heel and made to continue her interrupted run. It was good to feel the wind on her face and the sun in her scalp. The exertion would be much appreciated by her body as well, and the thought of toning her already slender form sent a shiver of excitement through her.

Sigrid watched as Rose looked at her drawings, silently. That was good, because had there been something negative, Sigrid knew that Rose wouldn’t hesitate from pointing it out. She was sure of it. 

“Oh yes, once again, sorry for intruding on your running.” Sigrid apologized, taking her pad back, tucking it under her arm. No critique on her drawings, which was nice, she had expected something but it was nice to not have any. 

“Well, I always carry a sketchbook with me, yes, but it is not always this one. I have bigger ones and smaller ones. I do always have one, to be prepared, never know when something worth drawing will pop up. Inspiration.” Sigrid shrugged. 

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His words struck her as a ploy to gain her trust. Rose allowed a slight smirk to position itself firmly on her face. She was definitely smarter than he seemed to be giving her credit. Then again, he seemed to be pretty apt himself. It was true that he deserved some credit for fishing, seeing as he didn't even know creatures such as she existed. Perhaps in time, if he proved worthy of her trust, she might enlighten him a bit. For now though, she knew to keep her guard up. "Well I wouldn't say I know nothing about you. I happen to know that you're a hybrid, and judging by your reactions to things I'd say a fairly new one. Though, you are correct in saying that I don't have to tell or show you anything. I don't do anything I don't want to, so don't you worry your pretty little head about that."

And here he was again, prying into someone else’s life when it wasn’t any of his business. He had a habit of doing that it seemed, mainly because he wanted to know every possible thing that he could muster, that or he wanted to know about another breed so that he knew to look out for them seeing as now he was on guard more than ever due to everything that had been happening in his life the past few months… or few years really so he always had to be on guard. “Okay, okay – I get it. When someone does something like that, then they are also considered a monster.” He remarked, sighing as he drummed his fingers against the side of his leg. “Still doesn’t answer my previous question, but I get it – I’m a stranger that you know nothing about, you don’t have to show me or tell me another thing about what you are… if you don’t want to that is.”

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These questions were becoming too personal for Rose. She wasn't dumb enough to spill her life's story to him, especially since they'd only just met. Knowing she was a shapeshifter was fine, whatever, but getting into her true form and other shapes she could shift into? That was territory that was better kept to herself. Picking a part of his question, she decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "Fangs? Who says you need fangs to be a monster? People who have no idea of our existence call the men in their jails monsters for things like murder, child pornography, and who knows what else. Just because you're a monster, doesn't mean you need extra pointy teeth." There was no way she was going to tell him that this was the form of some girl she'd seen walking around a town she visited previously. That would only lead to him asking for her true form, and there wasn't a chance in hell that she was going to show him that.

He couldn’t help but stare at his other form in confusion but also in amusement to know that someone had shifted into him – he was flabbergasted about it to be honest, mainly because he didn’t think that it was possible… at least not that way. She turned back into her regular form then… if that was even her regular form. “A monster? But you don’t have fangs…” He muttered, biting into his lower lip again. “So you’ve shifted into me before? Or… what I am at least?” Tyler asked then, his eyes trailing her form once more as he took a step closer, reaching out slightly to run his finger against the bridge of her nose. “Is this your real form? Or is this also just someone else?”

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Do I owe anyone a reply?

If not, then does anyone want to begin something? I'm always happy for anything you throw at me!

I do work at a haunted house though, and so I'll be leaving in about five to ten minutes. If you drop me an ask then we can plan something out and have fun times during the week!

Let me know!

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Taking the book from the girl's hands, Rose flipped through a few of the pages. It was true that Sigrid had talent. Marveling at the drawings, she was careful to keep a neutral look on her face. It wouldn't do her any good to let this blonde being before her know that she was actually impressed. The pages held landscapes, portraits, even a few that looked like the subject hadn't even known she was drawing them. Looking through the book, Rose could almost see how much effort and time was put into each drawing. Yes, this girl was a very good artist.

As she handed the book back to Sigrid, Rose was careful to keep her face impassive so as not to give this girl a larger ego. She was tempted to get the girl to draw her in this form, just to see how the girl saw her. At the same time, it wouldn't do to be drawn in her running clothes. "Well I'd better get back to my run...maybe I'll see you later Sigrid." As she was about to take off running, a thought occurred to her. "Do you always carry that notepad around with you?"

Sigrid glanced down at her pad again. Was she any good? Well, yes, of course she was. Still, didn’t mean that there was a part that was always hesitated talking about her art to a stranger. Or maybe it was just Rose that made her hesitant, Sigrid mused, before bringing her sketchbook up and offering it to Rose. 

Sigrid was proud of her art, well, most of the time, and she was a good artist. 

“I am a good artist, if you want to look at some of my work. It is what I’ve studied since I was a child and what I’m majoring in.” Sigrid simply stated. 

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It took all of Rose's self-control not to laugh in his face. She was very pleased with herself that she'd managed to impress a hybrid, and to catch him off guard. After giving him a moment to appreciate himself, she quickly shifted back to the form that she used most often. Shrugging, she gave him a moment to compose himself. "Personally, I like to think that shifting into someone else does make me a monster. Actually, I've shifted like you do before. Mostly though it was because I was outmatched..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered the fight she had stumbled into with a werewolf. It finally took her shifting into a wolf herself to get the other to back down. There was no way she was about to let this one know that she could shift into animals as well though...

This was a little too freaky for him, and he was a hybrid and to him even that was freaky. But this? Her being able to shift into someone else – was freaky, but then again he had to admit that it was also pretty cool, minus the fact that it was still pretty creepy. “Well I figured that they could change their form in the monster way not in… this way.” He sighed, biting down on his lower lip as he ran his fingers across the nape of his neck only to watch her figure change once again but this time into the exact duplicate as him. “Whoa…” He trailed off, moving closer this time as he reached out and ran the tip of his down the figures nose. “You’re me… and I have to admit that I am kind of hot.” He smirked, chuckling to himself as he cocked his head to the side. “This is just creepy…”

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Smirking at him, Rose discovered that she was actually pleased with herself. It wasn't often that she could catch a creature off guard who shifts itself. Cocking her head she studied him for a moment before answering snidely. "What, you think werewolves and hybrids are the only creatures who can change their form?" Her smirk spread into a grin at his dumbfounded expression. She was tempted to shift again, just to throw him off balance. Actually, that seemed like a wonderful idea. Looking him up and down, she took in his every detail before changing form once again.

It wasn’t that big of a surprise that she knew about his kind, everyone did these days it seemed – he probably had to thank Klaus for that one and his creation of his hybrid army that had been dead now for quite some time now from what he could remember and without Elena’s blood he figured that there wasn’t going to be any of his kind running around again anytime soon. “Right, yeah – go on and give me a show.” He rolled his eyes watching her carefully, only to see her within moments transfer into someone else. “What the fuck…” He remarked, backing away a few paces with his hands raised slightly in jest. “How… how the fuck did you do that?”

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An involuntary snort escaped Rosalin's lips as the girl asked if she were artsy. She couldn't remember the last time she'd tried to draw something, but she was certain it had turned out awfully. No, she had never been much of an artist, but she did love to watch the artists work. Actually, she spent more time being the subject of art than actually creating anything. Smiling, she thought back to when a man had suddenly stopped her in the street and begged her to let him draw her.

A soft breeze whistled in the air, and Rose could feel the beginnings of Fall creeping past her. "No, I'm afraid I'm a terrible artist. Everything I draw ends up looking like I've scribbled lines on the page." Her thoughts were distracting her again. I wonder if this girl has any actual talent...

"Are you any good?"

“Oh well, guess I shall let you get back to that.” Sigrid smiled sheepishly, hoping the statement was not taking as her calling the other fat or something along those lines. Sigrid figured she’d have to keep an eye on exactly what she said to Rose. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the question. 

“Yes, I am, why?” Sigrid shrugged, glancing down at her sketchpad. “Do you do art?”