Darius shrugged and grinned, downing his cocktail. "I could, I can't guarantee he'll stay alive for long of course, but what's in it for me?" There was an odd glint in the shapeshifter's eyes, all of his attention focused on her, wings shifting slight, fingers hanging down loosely, but frozen in place. As if he were considering, was he going to attack her? Perhaps. Was she going to give him something good? He was having a wonderful night so far.

Witchy sighed in anouyence. " What would you expect to get? " She said. She stared in his eyes, watching his movements incase he did decide to attack or...hug her...again...
Witchy then quickly glanced down at the groaned Slave, who had no more voice to scream.
She kicked him again before looking back at Darius. She started tapping her hip as she waited for a answer.

Darius tilted his head. He hadn't expected her to actually agree to his proposal, but he certainly wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. "Ohh I don't know, potions, enchantments, favors, you.... I can't exactly work for free you know? It'd ruin my reputation," the shapeshifter replied, still watching her intently. He didn't have any intention to get burned again, nor did he particularly feel like getting out of his chair. Flying the pathetic bloodied human back to where he had taken it from wasn't difficult.

Witchy sighed. " What kind of potions? " Witchy asked. " They are easy to make as long as I have plenty of the right ingredients... " she said, snapping her fingers to exaggerate. " I can do healing to turning someone into a pile of dung with maggots included... " she added.
She sighed thinking of how she would have to go out again for more ingredients.

New ran in her favourite human form. She was scared...terrified...all these monsters and other things lurking in the shadows...what could she do to defend herself? SHe was brought up with no point to fight...she missed the scientists who looked after her as a baby...
She ran to a corner and curled into a ball there. She shivered as the cold stung her skin, making goosebumps cover her soft skin.
New stared up at the sky and cried. " What is this world like this? " she asked no one.

Zach hissed and stood up with Septer in his arms. "She doesn't want you!" He hissed and looked down at her. He hoped that Tamika could break the curse. If she did the first thing he would do is kill Inu. The guy was a monster. Torchering such innocent people who cant protect themselves. Feading off of them because there immortal.

James put his arm around the other side of Sin and smiled at Zaay. "Do you mind if I help?" He asked not trying to freak the human out. There was so much going on that he was surprised she stocked allond as long as she did. He would have left right now if he was aka weak human.

Mike looked over to the garden...a witch and shapeshifter. Huh. And a guy on the floor. He looked away. Poor guy, he thought. What on Earth happened to him? He had a small idea of who did that. The witch didn't seem too happy. "Conduct a song out of his screams...?" He muttered to himself. That shapeshifter was a maniac! He had no business here, but he was borrred. Might as well do something. He walked into the garden.

((Kill Erika! XD))

Erika sucked in a breath as she completely sank into the ground. How'd she get back up?! She was going down fast. She turned solid. And she was stuck. Which way was which?! Which way was up?! She had no idea. She took a blind guess and started upwards...at least she thought it was upwards. Hopefully she was right and not down or into the ocean. Why? She couldn't swim. She slowly went her way up. And light greeted her. And she saw a witch and shapeshifter. Uh oh.

"Ehh, dunno. Something. I'll decide later," Darius replied, grinning. He wasn't sure what exactly he'd need in the future, but being able to go somewhere and order potions might be quite useful. Of course being able to spend more time with the witch would be nice as well and be it just because she had felt so wonderfully soft. Unfortunately he got the feeling he'd have to turn into something fireproof first though. Shifting was effort, especially higher powered forms.

The shapeshifter didn't get any further, his thoughts had been rudely interrupted by some girl popping out of the floor. He grumbled and got up, letting his claws slide from one of his hands and keeping the other one ready just in case he had to do something less conventional. "Now what might you be?"



The stranger chuckled. "Only the ones with some mental function left," he commented dryly, his eyes sweeping up and down the dark street again for a fraction of a second, before taking Tanner's hand with his own, slightly calloused one. It would feel warm, albeit not overly so, his grip was firm, but the way his fingers reacted, delayed just a fraction of a second, he may be a lot stronger than he appeared. Yellow eyes meeting his again, he replied: "Jacques, pleasure to meet you, Tanner." Then the hand was withdrawn. He shook off another small bit of ash and took another drag of his cigarette before he continued: "It's getting a bit cold out, would you like to take this conversation inside?"