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"Some of us don't have good luck in car buying." Bejo deadpanned. Bejo looked at the nepo colleague before sighing in relief. "Thanks." Bejo remarked with a sigh. He sauntered around briefly checked out Dagger before looking at the hood. "Can you teach me how to do that-so I don't kill your eyedrums again." Bejo smirked at his own joke.

"This hunk of junk is your car?" Dagger tried to remark over the sound of the alarm wailing; which had him covering his ears with his hands momentarily. Frowning to himself, Dagger reluctantly removed his hands from his ears and strolled over to the vehicle. Popping the hood open, he glanced around inside - only vaguely familiar with mechanical parts and construction. Finding some wiring that didn't seem like it went to any of the other important-looking things, Dagger gave them a solid tug until they popped free of their housing - and the alarm went silent. "Oh, thank God." He sighed out now that he could hear again.

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"I don't want to complain." He said holding up the proscutor badge. It was a lie, but a justified lie.. To get information is his job Triad or prosceutor, just using a different hat"I just have a couple of questions aboiut what happened." He said. "Do you have somewhere more private to talk?"

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"look, if you have come to complain about what happened at the party, I am not the mikaelson to go to. try rebekah." henrik spoke, with a roll of his eyes. all he wanted to do was to enjoy the play date at the park with his daughter. "because i didn't arrange the party.. i was just a guest like you."

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"You'd really fix my car for 518 dollars?" Bejo couldn't help but ask. He had no clue what this guy was on but he was willing to exploit.

Bejo let out a groan as the alrm blared off affecting his hearing aid. "Gumiho." Bejo bellowed over the car alarm. "I'm just saying what's on your damn file." He said with a growl. He scowled. "Don't give a shit just fix it again."

He snatched the dollar bills from the other so that there were no takebacks. "$518." Was the fox asking for further payment? No, he was counting what he now owed a debt-collecting fairy as he put the dollar bills in his pocket.

When Yeon was referred to as a kitsune, it insulted him. "Gumiho," he corrected with a huff and reversed the magic he'd done on the car, so that peace had only lasted a short while. "No refunds." He was keeping the $200.

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Bejo stared at the stranger with dead eyes. There was nothing in his cold eyes. He was a man broken beyond repair but he refused to show how weak he was. "I suppose I shouldn't." He said. "You know how to fix it?" He asked over the blaring alarm.

She didn't know who this person was but he gave her the same feelings she had the moments before she was to be staked by Triad before being sent back to the past. No, she couldn't just assume anymore, she wasn't in capture anymore. "I wouldn't have kicked it," she mused, arms folded. "I think the whole neighborhood is awake now"

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"You said if there was the smallest chance I wasn't human to come to you right?" He asked his voice weary. "I suspect its my mother's side. I never saw her on a full moon." He confessed. "Is that indictative of anything?" He asked his voice hoarse.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at the other. He seemed genuinely scared and as much as Kean wanted to taunt him, his own moral compass stopped him. "What the hell are you on about?"

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"I'm convinced you live in a deeply santized bubble." Bejo retorted. "You're only able to grow in pain." He replied. Bejo rolled his eyes. "Yey you're the one make all the judgements about me. You don't even what happened do you?"

"Yeah that sounds super ominous," he nodded, wondering what connections this guy had. "As long as it doesn't affect my daughter's mother, her family, or my daughter I'm not exactly too worried"

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Bejo wasn't sure what has gotten into him. Was this some need for affection or was what he felt genuine. He couldn't fathom his inner turmoill, instead of getting help he was clinging to whoever was nice to him. But he should at least try for his feelings. Bejo found himself blushing.

"No problem." He muttered shyly to himself. There was a look in his eyes. "Don't let your strength be designated by your legacy. You make your own destiny." He said with a sad smile. There was a headshake. "I'm not the villian, but I'm rarely surprised when people think I'm a monster."

Marshall blinked in confused silence for a several moments after Bejo finished speaking. Not only was there a Guerrera wolf that seemed to have taken an interest in him, for whatever reason Marshall couldn't fathom, but now this man before him? He wasn't exactly used to having that much interest shown in him, especially not back to back. Clearing his throat some, he blushed and chuckled shyly.

"Um, thanks, I think? That's really sweet - well, not the part about seeing how weak you are. But seriously? I'm the grandson of Damon Salvatore and the son of Rebekah Mikaelson and I am the farthest thing from powerful and confident. I think it'd be kind of hypocritical if I ever tried to say someone else was weak." He remarked, shaking his head. "But, uh, yeah - we can talk. I mean, unless there's some reason we shouldn't. You're not a supervillain in disguise, are you?"

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Bejo was surprised to see someone offering to help him. And the silence seemed like a blessing. in disguise. He took out the wallet and gave the two one hunded dollar bills. He hovered the rest of the money to hi. "Can you fix the engine too." He asked raising his eyebrow in a challenge. "Considering a regular human couldn't do that." He gently leaned into his ear. "Is Kitsune what they call you?"

The stench of wolf was more of an annoyance to the fox than the blaring car alarm—yet, it was an opportunity, as normally, the fox would be indebted to someone... instead, the wolf would be indebted to the fox. A mischievous grin crept across Yeon's face. With a flick of his wrist and a touch of fox magic, the car fell silent. "Now you're indebted to me," he said, extending his hand, palm up. "Pay up."

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There was a slight curl of his lip, but it was killing him. "Was everything you said..." He said. "There is a small chance." His head bowed. "And I fear what I could be." Bejo admitted."What can I do?"

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The putrid smell of the Triad agent came into contact with him and he let out a small groan before eyeing the other. "I'm not in the mood, find someone else to annoy," he said as he began to walk away - hoping the other didn't follow him

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"I can't tell you everything." Bejo said trying to force a smirk. He knew if even uttered a single secret he would good as dead. "Just know not everything as black and white as you make it to be."

"I've noticed," he quipped, wondering when Triad's secret would be finally exposed and people would get even with them. "Like what? If you don't mind me asking"

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Bejo looked at her with equal indifference. "Give it time, someone is probably cooking something up. Anything can happen." Bejo pointed out. In his eyes, the supernatural aren't the types to take things lying down. And its only a matter of time before they strike back. "So you're my boss through nepotism got it." Bejo quipped. He took out the jumper cables and portable battery with ease knowing what to do. "I'm aware this is an option. This car however is more shot than the target in the practice room."

A look of indifference is shot in the others direction, dark irises rolling as she releases a low, dark chuckle and shakes her head. “As if anyone else has the capability to pull off what I just did,” Devyn retorts with scoff. It was a spell of her own making, a twisted fun game that gave her a thrill. If anyone else had taken credit, she’d snap their necks with a single flick of her wrist in a heartbeat. “I owe you nothing, BJ,” the witch counters. “You work for my sister and brother in law which means you also work for me. We are not ‘co-workers’ in the slightest.” Brows furrow at his final words, head shaking as another scoff escapes. “Don’t be daft. Get some jumper cables and a portable battery charger.”

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"Really." Bejo said not hiding the surprise in his voice. That was a first in a while. Bejo nodded in understanding. "I figured as much but I didn't say it." Bejo nodded. "I'm not that foward either. I'm the type who rather see the person I love happy before myself. So no worries."Bejo said.

"It's okay.This version has its own merits too. Very genuine, you can't say that about many people." He said with a smirk. The smirk faded. "For now...sooner or later people tend to find something about me to hate." There was a pause.He couldn't help but wonder how long it would before that changed. Without much thought taking a step forward."The last thing I want to do is believe I'm some angel from above. I'm hardly an angel. I only try to be decent for the sake of my mother." He stopped looking at the sky, an indictator where she is. "But I want to be there for you.Get to know you.Because people like you are few and far between. But part of me feels like the man if you really knew me, you'd see how weak I am." He paused surprised at his words. "So the moment you don't want me in your life, let me know. "

Was it an act of bravery or him running away before he could make any connection- Bejo didn't know

Marshall shook his head quickly. "No, I wasn't... I remember distinctly being not uncomfortable with it..." He quickly offered before chewing on his lip and letting the gears in his head turn for a moment. "It's just... that person that I was last night -- that's not who I am. The confidence; the flirting.. maybe that's somewhere down inside me somewhere - but it's not something I flaunt so openly." He explained.

"What I mean is," He sighed once, "I don't even know. Just - I'm sorry you got caught up in that 'version' of me." He gave a small smile. "For the record, I didn't think you were that much of an ass."

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"Keep your secrets then." Bejo teased. "Trust me nothing in this town is secret for long." He sid before lighting his cigarette. "I have a feeling more will be unearthed because this party too."

"And tell all my secrets?" he asked with a growing smirk, "I think I'll keep my mouth shut and ask for a lawyer," he joked

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"So folks what did we learn today." Bejo asked to no one in particular. He was once again starting his car and it broken down. "That's right don't buy a car online without giving it a test drive." Bejo said subverting all expectations. He kicked the door of his honda civic setting off the alarm. He looked at the nearest staranger. "200 bucks to shut this shit off."

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"Someone has to be the asshole who puts the bad guys behind bars. Just with more paperwork." The irony wasn't lost on Bejo in the slightest. Bejo raised an eyebrow. "You can't just say that and leave me hanging." He said. "What else did you do- can't prosceute retroactively."

"You talk like you work for the city - or cities - I dunno what this place is anymore to be honest," he huffed before a small chuckle came out. "I stopped after I had Imogen, but thanks, now if it was more than a cigarette I may consider"

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Bejo remained silent there wasn't much a man can say to that. It was hard to reason with a fruit loop. He couldn't believe he wished Blade of all people was here to take care of it. Bejo didnt want to face this guy alone.

"Maybe it was a sign." Bejo said blithely. Bejo, unforunately knew the feeling. Was he really relating to this guy-he really needed to make more friends. "Have you tried calling them up or using mail?" Bejo asked. Assuming this guy was telling the truth. Bejo was also buing time to reach for the gun on the side of his belt. This was an unprecedented appearance after all.

"A conundrum indeed. Fortunately, it all worked out and I got to exact bittersweet revenge upon my ridiculous family in the end. Not that that had lasted very long." He scoffed, and rolled his eyes at how quickly he'd been killed after taking out Jo and almost snuffing out Bonnie's life too. Ah, poor BonBon. He missed her.

"That's just my luck. You know, someone throws an absolute killer of a party and I don't get the invite in time." He shook his head. "Me? Ah - well, you see, it was kind of fate I guess. Tumbled into this convenient conglomerate of towns from the future. It just so happens that Mystic Falls is... or was... home to some dear friends of mine I've just been dying to see again." He mused. He was in a good mood; perhaps that was why he hadn't bothered trying to think of the different ways he could eviscerate the young man. Or perhaps it was his annoying brother's empathic nature coursing through him as it had for the past thirty years.

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Bejo looked at Devyn with tired eyes. "Shouldn't have fucking known." Bejo said trying to surpress the eye roll. "Maybe a little warning to your coworkers next time-"Bejo said poking his head out of his car. There was a sigh. "Any chance you got a little spell to restart my car. I've been here too long for comfort."

She hadn't needed to attend the party to know how the nights events had gone. She was the mastermind behind the spell, the creator of said spell and even though she hadn't any need to be there that certainly hadn't stopped her from showing up dressed as Shego- how unironic- to revel in the chaos she had created on behalf of her older sister and Triad. "Such beautiful chaos and yet nobody is appreciating it," Devyn pouts, green and black clad arms crossing over her chest. "It's all woe is me this and woe is me that. Come on, people. That was a hell of a trip, somebody has got to admit that."

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