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(For the record, this takes place after the events involving Simeon in Millenium Plaza.)

The smell of cigar smoke loomed under Simeon's nose as he made his way from the cafe's entrance to an empty table on the second level, near the bar. There was a distinct ambience of professionalism mixed with a quaint insouciance nurtured by the jazz band currently playing on the stage to his far right. He sat with his leg crossed over his knee as he enjoyed the soft improvisation of the instruments at play. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Today had been a long day. Why the Behörde had chosen him to oversee the training of the city's Quincy garrison was beyond him. He detested working with new recruits. Their unrelenting optimism and naivety. Their inability to focus on the most menial of tasks. He would have preferred being on assignment with Phaidra, like they had days ago. This was the duty he was given, however, and he would fulfill it perfectly.

He had worked all day at the local barracks and earned the respite he was due each day when his shift ended. Simeon intended to take full advantage of it, so he kicked back and waved one of the servers over so he could order himself a drink. A young, blond haired man approached the table with a pen and pad.

"Welcome to Blue Moon Cafe. What can I get you?" he said.

Simeon allowed his fiery orange eyes to settle on the man and replied, "Well this is my first time here. What do you recommend?"

The man paused to examine his newest patron. "For you? You look like the kind of guy who would enjoy a Garlic Talon."

"Sounds good to me."

The waiter scribbled the order onto the pad, smiled, and turned to head back to the bar where he could place the order. With that taken care of, Simeon turned to survey the other denizens in this fine establishment.

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#, as written by TheHaze
Psychic powers are not to be played with. Very few people who refuse to learn that live very long, and those that do tend to make it very, very clear that if the ignorant don't end up taking themselves out, someone infinitely more responsible will. It's an unwritten law, one that just about every psychic can tell you ends up worming into their brain one way or another. They listen, and would very much advise anyone else to do the same.

Sometimes though, things don't go as planned. People fly under the radar, get lost in translation, sometimes they even go even more off the rails at the thought of someone else doing what they can. It can, as has, gotten ugly. Ugly enough that in some places, the grass will never grow again.

Why? Who knows, really. Psychics are always a bit off, and a novice can do a lot of damage on accident just by flexing the wrong lobe. There were a lot of budding psychics out there who didn't make it past childhood. It's a lot easier to run with scissors when you can pick them up with your mind. Some say it's the cumulative strain of making it past already difficult stages of life when you can hear what everyone thinks of you, some say psychics attract neurosis like a lighting rod. It's a little hard to figure out. Humans are complex animals.

Of course, that's not to say that inhumans can't be psychic. Aliens, angels, ghosts, what have you. It's pretty common. The only things people are fairly certain the only creatures that lose out on the psionic lottery are animals. That, everyone can agree, would be a disaster. What sort of cosmic mistake would let that happen, anyway?

That would be answered by, of all things, a cat carrier. It was in a drift of snow, and the occupant was very cold. It didn't know where it was, exactly, but it was ice as far as it could see and it knew it very much did not want to be where it was. It thought thoughts quite normal for a cat in such a situation, like how much it wished it was given a thicker sweater, or how it's ear was itching from a snowflake that managed to drift into it. It very much did not think that it wanted to hurl itself through time and space, but such things generally do not come about by conscious effort. So, when a flash of purple light caused the cold to give way to music, colored lights, and the smell of alcohol, the creature wasn't sure what to do at first.

Perhaps it was the abuse, or the exhaustion, or maybe the smoked fish it was fed being a little too old, but the sudden shift caused a bit of a...fizzle.

The poor woman washing her hands in the bathroom wasn't exactly sure how the hairless cat got in, or why is had a seizure on the floor, but she was very certain the water wasn't supposed to flow into the faucet and that cats eyes are not supposed to be purple and very much not supposed to glow. Still, given that she was a kind soul and that the cat, despite being a little wrinkly, was kind of cute... tossed her jacket over it and walked out quickly. She paid her tab and never touched gin again until the day she died.

After a few minutes of twitching, a pink set of ears poked out from the jacket, wobbled to its feet, and stumbled out of the bathroom between the legs of another girl, who was too intoxicated to share the previous woman's concern.

Sulci dashed out in an unsteady line, bashing her head into a table leg. The jacket that had been trailing from her like a cape settling over the heap, the only sign of the feline being a set of luminous purple eyes darting around like mad.

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A part of living in a new place, whether that be a new city, country, or planet even, was learning about the locals. Simeon hadn't been on Origin for very long, but it hadn't taken him a century to learn how different things were here than on his earth. Hell, it was still weird for him to refer to his home as "his" earth. He grasped the topic of the multiverse on a superficial level, enough to help him understand that there were an infinite number of "copies" of his own world and all worlds, but anything more than that gave him a headache.

The biggest difference between his world and this one was the existence of magic and a multitude of supernatural creatures such as vampires and werewolves. Mere myths back home had leapt from the pages of fictions and scripts of hollywood movies and taken their place among the inhabitants of the real world. It still amazed him when he thought about it, and he enjoyed learning about the existence of new creatures and species -- especially if he got to kill the dangerous ones.

Speaking of danger, it sounded like there was some brewing on the other end of the cafe. A scream echoed from the hall leading to the bathroom, prompting Simeon to whip his head in that direction. When he saw the stumbling woman rush into the main room and out the door, he expected some sort of menacing monster to come out shortly afterward. Much to his surprise, or perhaps disappointment, the only thing that came strutting into the cafe square was a hairless cat.

"The hell?" he muttered to himself under his breath. He couldn't figure out what about this harmless-looking cat could have scared that woman so badly. Sure it was kind of ugly, but that hardly warranted such a hyperbolic reaction. He blamed the booze. Speaking of which: where was that waiter with his drink? He stood and approached the bar to find out.

"Seems like you forgot about me." he said to waiter, who was fetching drinks from the bartender as he made them.

The man turned with a platter full of drinks and grinned, "Someone is impatient. I was just about to bring it over to you."

Simeon shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his drink from the tray. Then, he started back toward his seat. "Or maybe I prefer taking what I want." he said, making sure he was still in hearing range when he did. He scanned the room for the cat he saw earlier to see if it was still there. No sign of it. Weird.

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The Blue Moon Cafe buzzed with activity late in the evening. This was the time when many of Wraeyoln's diligent workers finished their shifts and headed to whatever local pubs and restaurants tickled their fancy. A quick glance around the establishment would reveal quite the mix of patrons. There were people of assorted races and status, though those of middle class predominated. Everyone's attention was fixed on the large stage to the left of the building's entrance. There, an alluring tea-colored merfolk with a wavy red head-fin was in the middle of performing her ribbon dance routine in a large, illuminated water tank fixed in the center of the platform's floor. She moved with a grace that only a creature of refined talent could possess and the viscosity of the water around her made it seem as if the ribbons themselves moved in slow motion. Many patrons watched with mouth agapes as she performed artful flips and twists while the ribbons trailed her movements.

This continued for a few minutes. Upon finishing her performance, the merfolk touched a seashell necklace draped loosely around her neck, causing her tail into a pair of humanoid legs so she could exit the tank. Once outside, she took a moment to bow as her audience began to applaud. Then, she disappeared behind the stage. Two stage hands came shortly afterward to wheel away the tank and clean up the puddle on the floor.

Just as things in the Cafe began to quiet down, the front door swung upon and smacked against the adjacent wall. In the doorway stood a human woman dressed in well-made clothing and silk gloves. Her plain countenance was wrought signs of distress as she stared wide-eyed into the building, breathing heavily.

"Someone please help! I need someone's help, quick!" she shouted loud enough for everyone to hear her. Small strands of graying black hair hung in front of her face. "My father has been taken by trolls! You have to help him, please!"

Her eyes darted to the nearest person, who happened to be Dominic.

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Mermaid tits. He never saw the appeal, but there was a crowd that continued to swell, just to watch a few mermaids flip around in their makeshift tank. Had they been any other creature, he might have thrown a few dollars in their direction, or given them more than one glance. Truth be told, he was only here for the alcohol and serenity. Once the show was over, he shook his head at the men that reacted over the mermaids and their tricks with ribbons. Dominic shrugged at his pessimistic thoughts and waved the waiter away, once his whiskey glass was refilled. He relished the flavor and leaned back in his seat to get more comfortable. The mermaid act wasn't the first one he had seen. Dominic was a regular here. He might even know some of the mermaids by a first name basis.

One of the men - he guessed human, had attempted to climb onto the stage to get to the mermaid. Much to his dismay, the man was ushered off the stage by bodyguards. Who knew that mermaids could bring in so much business? Dominic didn't give any reaction to the event, his hand tilted the glass slightly in a back and forth motion. Light refracted in the amber liquid and caught his attention for a brief moment, before he turned toward the shrieking woman.

Well, that was new. It was more exciting than the drunken men, anyhow. Dominic thought to himself, with amusement. With an annoying realization, he noticed the woman was looking in his direction. He stopped nursing his drink and looked around incredulously.

This was a joke, right?

Trolls? The creatures were so idiotic, perhaps her father deserved to be taken by the unintelligent beasts.

"If you think I'm going to be your guardian angel...think again, lady." He remarked harshly and waited for her response. Damsels in distress were a headache to deal with, but he could help her for the right amount of coin. If she was smart, she'd run from him and reconsider her position in the world. It was never going to end well, when one worked with a vampire. His expression didn't change, nor did his tone. She was a mere mouse to him, but that would make this game all the more fun. He could hear the desperation in her voice.

He wanted her to beg.

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It seemed like it took ages for the man to respond but she knew that was only her desperation distorting her sense of things. She had noticed that the man's skin was as white as snow - an odd trait, but she didn't give it any more thought than that. To say that the man's response was a dissapointment was beyond an understatement. The panicked woman felt her heart drop to her knees when he shut her down so harshly. She could feel the tears beginning to well up at the bottoms of her puffy eyes but she resolved to force the tears away as she stared the man in the face. What momentary sadness she felt quickly turned to anger as she ruminated on his words. How could someone be so cruel to someone in need?

"My father is a man of title. I'm sure he would pay you handsomely if you saved him from being devoured by those .. beasts." There was a bit of bite to her words now that wasn't present before - a clear indication that the man had struck a nerve. However, she made sure to maintain a dynamic with her clearly as the one requesting aid.

Seated a few tables away from where Dominic and the frantic woman were, a fairly large (that is, large for his kind) kobold watched the scene unfold quietly. A black cowl pulled over his head obscured most of his countenance from the other patrons. He had a habit of doing this so that he didn't draw any unneeded attention to himself. The last thing he needed was someone asking him why he wasn't digging in a cave somewhere.

Votu's tail twitched when he caught mention of her father's noble status and the reward he'd likely gift as payment for saving his life. He suddenly thought of the prophetic words of the old priest from his childhood. Perhaps this was the event that would launch him down the path of greatness that awaited him! Nothing wrong with earning a little coin in the process, either. He did like expensive things, after all.

He rose to his feet and approached Dominic's table. There was a leather haversack hanging from a single strap on his shoulder, which nearly hit Dominic without Votu noticing as he turned to address the woman.

"Don't waste your time with this low-life. He only wants to see you grovel. Direct me to where your father was taken and I'll return him to you." the Kobold said sternly.

It was a curious sight because Votu was considerably shorter than them both; however, he carried himself as if he was far more important than his stature suggested. The woman shifted her gaze to Votu as he approached her and gasped a little when she saw him. She had never seen a creature of his kind before. He resembled a dragon but she knew by his size that he was something different. He didn't really seem like a suitable candidate but she wasn't about to turn him down if he offered to help her.

"We were hiking like we do every week through Krimolst Slopes to the north. We've done it enough to know what areas to avoid, but I wanted to stop to look for fresh fruit and we ran into a horde of trolls. He wanted to keep going but I insisted. It's my fault." she said, the words practically spilling out of her mouth as she forced back tears once again. She knew that if it wasn't for her, her father wouldn't be in this terrible situation.

Votu groaned when she made mention of Krimolst Slopes. That place was known for the kinds of dangerous creatures living there and yet people willingly went there for no good reason. Idiots. No matter. He would continue on this endeavor regardless. Maybe he would even find some new ingredients for his potions there as well.

"Stay here."

That was the last thing Votu said before heading toward the door. Once he was gone, the woman turned back to Dominic and said, "Please, go with him. I can't have two people in the clutches of those foul beasts because of me. Please."

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Only weak people slung around insults. Dominic smiled, but it was an unearthly smile. His lips twisted into a half grin, while his eyes shined with delight. Votu was revealing more about himself than he realized. He calmly folded his slender fingers and looked toward the panicked woman. There was no sense in creating a scene, since he did enjoy this place. He was a regular at the Blue Moon Cafe and the last thing he wanted to do was react to someone like Votu.

Dominic stood up and moved away from his seat, the drink abandoned with reluctance. Rewards interested him in a mild fashion, but they weren't what drove him to go on reckless ventures. His thin smile exposed curved fangs, their points glinted against whatever light cast on their eerie form. The vampire was enjoying the plight of both creatures: Votu, for his reactive nature and the woman for her meek desperation.

There was nothing to be said about the incident. Payment was all he cared about at the moment. Dominic stopped smiling and looked toward the woman. His hands remained folded, the silence between them swelled to an uncomfortable level.

"I need half the payment now and half later when the job is done. I will not join him until I get half the payment." He nodded toward her once. "I'm sure you understand why I won't blindly go without some insurance." Dominic stood there and waited, his form stilled and phantom-like.

"Once I have the first half of the payment, we can begin the search for your father." He waited to see what her reaction would be. Her hysterical outburst created an excitement in the vampire. He'd love to sink his fangs into her supple neck, but he ignored the intrusive thought. He needed to focus on the business exchange first.

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The woman felt a chill run down her spine when she noticed the elongated ivory peaks that descended past Dominic's lips. "A vampire.." she said beneath what little breath she had, the rest of which had fled her lungs as if to escape the presence of such a menacing creature. An apposite feeling of regret settled in her stomach as she considered whether her tone earlier was wise in light of newer, most unfortunate details. Of all the creatures into which she could stumble.

His request wasn't an unreasonable one even though part of her wanted to fine a reason to hate him more. She bit her tongue and searched her person for as much gold that she could find. Two sacks hit the table with a collective jangle.

"That's all I have on me right now. 750 gold pieces and five gemstones each worth 50 gold. I will have the rest for you when .. if you return with my father in one piece. Now please, go."

She had to ask herself if it was a good idea to place her father's life in the hands of a vampire and a creature she'd never seen before. Maybe she was wrong in thinking that the dragon-esque figure was the one who needed to be watched. Sadly, it appeared that the unlikely duo was her only option. After all, she knew the city guards wouldn't bother investing time and effort into an endeavor so far out of the city's walls - even if it was with the hopes of saving an aristocrat.

Votu couldn't get the image of that guy's head out of his mind. Oh how he would have liked to punch through that smug face of his but that would only cause more problems than it would have solved. The nighttime air was a nippy thirty degrees and yet he had hardly noticed it. The anger that festered within him was causing his blood to boil - literally. His core temperature was rising rapidly, causing a puff of what looked to be steam to drift from the corners of his mouth as he stomped down the cemented road. A wayward insect drifted past his face during this time and was almost instantly liquiefied by when it passed through the gaseous oral discharge.

Votu noticed this and stopped in his tracks. Then, he silently watched as what remained of the once living insect fell to the ground in an awkward spiraling pattern. It seemed like it took forever for it to hit the ground, and even though he knew that it wasn't going to happen, he hoped that it would take flight again in some miraculous stroke of luck. The moment it hit the ground marked the final chapter of what likely was an incredibly brief and uneventful life. But that knowledge didn't change the unsettling realization that his lack of self control had inadvertently harmed another creature. His legs felt like they were filled with plaster as he reached up to grab the rosary that hung around his neck. He uttered a small chant beneath his breath in some unknown language. Not just once, but repeatedly, and he would continue to do so until he had deemed it necessary to stop.

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Dominic moved with a supernatural grace and pocketed the bags of coins. He nodded toward the tearful woman and motioned toward the bar behind him. Their contract would be verbal, but if she decided to fail the second half of the payment, he was certain she'd make a delightful fledgling.

"I'll meet you back here in a weeks time, if not sooner. These brutes, or trolls as you call them, will be handled with ease." His smug tone never wavered, but it was more for her comfort than anything else. He had been around a few hysterical women before and he knew how to calm them down, even if it meant telling a white lie.

For all she knew, he could have left with the money and she'd never hear from him, or her father ever again. Then again, some morals still existed in the vampire, although they were few and mostly rotting away over time. He smiled at her and reassured her with a gentlemanly gesture.

There was nothing to fret. Everything would be taken care of in due time.

"Now, my dear. Take yourself to a comfortable hotel and relax. I will rendezvous with you in a weeks time." He stopped smiling in her direction and glanced toward the doorway. His footsteps glided over the stone floor and failed to make audible sounds from the soles of his shoes.

With the way he moved, he might as well have been a phantom.

He exited the establishment and rounded a corner with a purposeful step. The bags of coins were tucked neatly in his suit pocket, but he jangled them to get the attention of Votu.

Dominic studied Votu with a careful approach. He was an odd creature and even odder to mourn the death of an insect. Humans reminded him of insects. They had very fragile life spans and could drop with the slightest of damage done to them.

"Interesting creatures, aren't they?" He spoke to Votu in a monotone. From his suit pocket, he produced one of the bags of coins and tossed it in his direction. Votu more than likely thought he was commenting on the fallen insect, but he was remarking on the human that gave them the job. "Such fragile beings and they only live for a brief moment, before death claims them." The lifespan of humans and other mortals created a genuine curiosity in Dominic. He watched the actions of Votu for a moment, but he was thoroughly entertained by the rosary.

"I told the woman that we would complete the job. This is your half of the payment." Dominic motioned toward Votu's sack of coins with a pallor hand. "If you are ready, we may begin." He stood still, silent as a statue and appeared to blend in with the shadows of the night.

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Although she knew that she probably shouldn't the noble woman felt somewhat comforted by Dominic's words. She fetched a bleach-white handkerchief and dabbed it under her eyes to wipe away any tears that had gathered there. "One week's time. Got it." The woman gave one final nodded before turning to sit in the chair from which Dominic had stood. It would be a while until she'd be ready to return to her home. Perhaps she would enjoy a drink or two while she was here. It would certainly help to calm her nerves.

Votu heard the jingle of coins behind him shortly after catching Dominic's scent. The man smelled of .. well, death. He had noticed the unsavory odor while they were still in Blue Moon, and although it was faint, it seemed to naggingly linger under his nose. He turned to face him once he finished his chant, at which point the sack of gold and gemstones had already been tossed toward him. Votu caught it and quickly tucked it away.

Then, he glared at Dominic for a second or two, learly unamused by his comment. "There are many creatures with short, vulnerable lives. Nothing interesting about it."

Although it might have seemed that Votu was mourning the insect's life because he revered it in some way, this was not the case. In truth, he was more so perturbed by his lack of control in that very moment. His temper had blinded him to the internal changes in his body, and that momentary loss of self-control had resulted in something else being harmed. It conjured memories of his past, especially his training at the monastery that took him in. His temper was his biggest problem back then and it seemed that after all these years, he still had yet to master it.

"The Krimolst Slopes are a four day's journey from here if we keep a moderate pace. I plan to get there faster than that, so we'll get there in just under three days - if you can keep up that is. I know your kind hates the sun, so that'll cut down on our travel time significantly."