Ziggy seemed very miffed with the situation. Rightfully so. Her words were to the point and dashed with a sprinkle of salt for open wounds.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">“You picked… and you’re right… Looky loos maybe? Enemies would be upon us already...”​</div><br/>He was only mildly snide in his response. No sooner had he snapped his head upright than his elbows and knees followed suit. This process continued through the entirety of his skeletal structure while the jet black creature peeled itself from the dumpster’s mass. Suddenly it was a party. Complete with a shifter, another vampire, and what appeared to be a mundane house cat. Everyone was rather worried about ‘the fuzz’. It did no one any good to divulge that this entire incident was never intentional. If Theo had been in his real body, he would have been able to disconnect from the laeline much sooner… Which would have saved everybody a massive head ache. Him most of all. Even with his ears ringing and his entire body aching, the vampire took a deep breath once on his feet. The very surface of his unnatural vessel shrunk down as if deflating. Then, all too suddenly; a pale hand split the membrane of the surface- allowing Theo in mortal vessel to strut forward while shedding the flesh of his ‘true form’. The sheer raven hue of the two discarded masses melted into the shadows of the natural darkness around them. Where as the stark haired vampire himself would begin moving as if to follow Ziggy. While doing so he shot a smile to their newfound company. it was a dagger tooth grin that would make a shark uncomfortable.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">“I suppose everyone is going anywhere but here, since no one wants to go downtown… also apologies for the circumstances… er, the ruckus too. First rounds on me.”​</div><br/>Surely he had a bank card on him? Or cash? Or anything… The fog that plagued him previously was partially dissipated, but there were still glaring vacant patches. It was most infuriating, but this wasn’t the time nor place to lament. By now the sirens were encroaching fast. If the group knew what was good for them they would all book it to the ONS. After a brief run, and a convenient time skip, the party would probably be more comfortable to take up a walking pace on the approach to the building. That familiar old side walk that lead down a literal sprawl of forgotten abandoned businesses.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">“Again, first rounds on me… or all rounds. Fuck it. I honestly didn’t mean to touch the damn thing that long…”​</div><br/>This had to be the third or fourth time The Count sheepishly admitted to the fact during their journey. The actual lack of strength on his part was both humbling and embarrassing. All the same, he was thankful for the fortitude to hold up to the endeavor. It was only a shame things had to spiral out of hand so quickly. Worse than that, the absent minded specter had forgotten his manners entirely.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">“Oh… I’m Count Theobaud Graves, by the way… friends call me Theo, or trouble… depending on the day.”<br/>
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