Dinner Reservations

Dr Malcolm Book · The Good Doctor

Dinner Reservations

Bringer of Death · Effing God Moder

The Fae's diligence paid off. Varrick had nearly come to despair at finding that which he sought on the streets of Rome. Dear, dear Fortune had what he required, but he didn't want to chance his magic's with her frail Human body, and so he had stayed from her.

And then there had been the strange Human that was a bit more than so, a person with ability strangely similar to magic, and yet not at all magic. She was always accompanied by a one of the lesser diseased vampires or a diseased lycan. And so he had nearly given up, pondering on the possible outcome of the ritual if he used the abomination of a half-demon. He knew quite a few in the city, including Rowan, that muscle-bound strength Tiefling with the blond hair and of course their friend with the ability to weave storms.

Percival was out of the world, awaiting him in Av'lyn. But he couldn't go back, not until he had the Book. As he worried about how long it had been out of his hands, his glamour'd hues spotted just what he needed walking all alone in the street.

The full-blooded Tuathan looked grim then, almost hoping he wouldn't, couldn't find such a virtuous person. But alas it seemed Fate had other plans for him. He watched the fellow move along, recognizing instantly the look of being utterly lost in the grips of a woman on his features. It was a shame.

With a sigh, the glamour that beheld him as an unassuming mature male shifted, and suddenly Varrick created the illusion of a very beautiful woman. A woman that was intimately familiar to Varrick, and Varrick could only hope this male didn't know her.

As the male neared Varrick moved from his hidden position to 'bump' into him, knocking his glasses from his face.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't see you. But maybe you should have been paying attention." Varrick watched him bend to retrieve his glasses, mumbling. A narrowing of the feminine gaze as Varrick spoke, acting surprised as 'she' leaned in to gather a better look. Yes, pure innocence. "My aren't we cute. Care to escort me to my vehicle?"

The Fae wasn't surprised to hear an accomodating yes as he turned on his 'heels' to walk next to the diseased wolf. It was truly a shame. The man was rather nice, though he seemed to have an odd aura of guilt about him even as he blushed and stammered. If Varrick had known about the dinner reservations for the next night, he might have chosen someone else. Or not. The fact was, time was running short and the longer the book remained in the world, the more danger it posed. And the same was true of the Fae. He noted how the wolf-creature seemed to shy away from him a bit, but was too polite to decline the offer even if he did feel ill at ease.

"Oh my name?" Varrick let out a throaty chuckle that he had heard many a time. "My name is Rowan. It's a pleasure." He held out his hand which the wolf-creature, now known as Malcolm, took in an awkward shake. An innocuous glance given around them as Varrick assessed the area they were in, and decided it was isolated enough. The last security camera had been just around the corner and the line of sight was now gone. With a mere thought of his Hand, Malcolm would feel nothing as he fell unconscious. Varrick captured him easily, and with another thought, stepped into the 'tween.

Unfortunately, Malcolm wouldn't be making the dinner reservations he'd paid so much for. Varrick needed his services for something much, much more important. Even if it did make his heart heavy.

Nothing was ever easy.