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Street where the riches of ages are sold (OPEN)

A: Barnet

Kenzi and Jennifer weren't friends by any stretch of the word. Acquaintances was a closer definition but even then, they didn't run in the same circles. The only reason she even knew Jennifer was the girl found dead in Barnet was she might... be following police intel. For a friend.

It was weird for her to be doing something that wasn't outright for her own self interest but it was shockingly helpful. After all, once she heard the description of the Jane Doe it was only a matter of time before her research and connections (however small they might be) told her one thing.

Jennifer - a Circle Midnight witch - was dead, killed by someone invested in the Redbright takeover in Barnet. Kenzi hoped that nobody from Circle Daybreak, The Night Council, or any vampires would go where Jennifer lived and take things. She didn't think they'd be that stupid - or that smart.

So Kenzi went in the morning, when everyone was headed to work and acted as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Confidence would get you access to more things than fake badges. But she had one of those too just in case.

It would be a tough sell, though. Considering she was wearing stiletto leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs, and had green threaded through her very black hair. Not a cop, by any stretch.

But that didn't stop her from breaking the seal of tape and touching her little wooden key-chain to the door. There was the tell-tale click of locks being undone, by the sound of how many there were - it seemed like Jennifer either had something pretty valuable inside or was super paranoid.

Well, she did get murdered after all. Maybe she wasn't so paranoid.

Kenzi spends a good portion of her time frame that she allowed herself roaming around the apartment and stuffing things she wants into her backpack. Hey, Jennifer wasn't going to be using them anymore. Might as well make sure they stayed out of Redbright's hands in the meantime. A few books for magic, almost all her jewelry and her little black contact book that had all the phone numbers a witch could ask for.

Maybe there was something important in there?

Kenzi is leaving the apartment with her backpack filled to the brim and going straight for her car.

B: Portobello Road - Friday

It was a cheap gimmick, and something that usually only got the stupid people and tourists interested - but that was what she wanted. It was easy to fleece someone who was too busy listening to what she was saying about how fascinating their life line was to notice her lifting their watch or hand jewelry. And it didn't hurt that she asked for 16 quid before even speaking to them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be shy. Come, see what the future has in store for you and your loved ones!"

She had a little stall on the market road, something her cousin had hooked her up with. It was all decked out in exactly what you would expect from a Russian fortune teller, except she was about fifty years too young to make it especially hokey.

Kenzi was dressed like a hippy. Not a scrap of black on her, and her make-up was done so as to look as natural and flower-child-y as possible. To top it off, she was wearing an ashy blonde wig with some stuff woven into the hair.

She might also be selling knockoff charms to normal people. They're in the approximation of the real charms that she makes, but they're completely useless. Still, a witch or someone who knows her work might recognize them.

C: Late Night Munchies

There was a plus to living in London. There was always something open and ready to serve you greasy, disgusting food. Which was exactly what Kenzi wanted late at night after working in her shop all day long. She might just be making Day and Moonlight Jewelry and other little charms and sundry items that she sells to people who want them, but she is only one witch. And that means constantly flexing her magical muscles for a whole day makes her exhausted, and starving too.

She's sitting inside a little pizza place, whose front of house is so small they only have room for a counter to order at and chairs along the walls and front windows to sit at while you wait for your food.

Kenzi is dicking around on her phone when suddenly, her nose starts to bleed. Yet another lovely side affect of not having a coven.

D: W-W-WILDCARD!!

Make your own up if you feel up to it!

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"And we're all so proud of you, Edward Glasshands."

Kenzi is matching him with sarcasm - it's a defense mechanism - and rapidly opens and closes her hand in front of him. She either wants his lunch money, or the formerly bloody hand. Probably the latter, considering the stuff she has clutched in her hand.

"Gimmie. It'll be quicker."

She isn't even aware that she still has the tissue jammed up her nose.

"Cooper. My name is Cooper." Apparently he's not the only one that gives people ridiculous nicknames.

Cooper is reluctant to have any sort of contact after his little slip up of self-control. What if her touch sets off more cravings? He curls his hand inwards towards his chest, his reluctance looking more like concern for his pain level. "Just....be careful." He sets his hand down in front of her, bracing himself both for her touch and the pain.

"Kenzi."

She replies shortly and makes a mental note of his name - not that it'll stop her from calling him any variety of nicknames humanly possibly. At his request, her frown softens a little. To her it was familiar

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." To prove her point, Kenzi was gentle as she handled Cooper. The anti-bacterial gel would be useful for a human - and since that was what she thought Cooper was, she spread it over the gauze before pressing it into his palm. Less mess.

There was a little tape to be applied, and it was quick enough work. Maybe she's done this before?

"There! Good as new."

"It's not me I'm worried about getting hurt." He tries to focus on something, anything, instead of how close she is. Eventually, he ends up staring at the ceiling, counting the flyspecks as she works on his hand. He can get through this intact. He's more than just the constant hunger that gnaws away inside him day and night.

When she finishes, there's a sigh of relief. He flexes his hand back and forth experimentally. "It'll do for now. Thanks." Give it a night and he really will be back to top form. Vampires heal quickly even from the worst injuries, so long as they're not being stabbed with a chunk of wood.

At the cryptic moping Kenzi eyes Cooper with a fresh pair of goggles on. It's not exactly kosher, but Kenzi isn't exactly Jewish either so she decides: fuck it and does what you're not really supposed to do.

"So what are you?"

She can pretend it's a super casual question but she whispered it and she's holding her breath now. Prey instincts are something of a specialty of hers and she might be wearing five inch heels but she likes to think she can book it pretty well.

She just hopes it's not too dangerous to be near this Cooper guy.

So she's figured it out. Well, not all of it, but enough to be wary. That's good. His mouth twists into a smirk. He's not about to give away the big secret all at once. There's no fun in that.

"Tch. That's rude, askin' a fella what he is ten minutes after meeting him."

He gestures with his uninjured hand. "You go first." If she had guessed he was something, she probably wasn't a normal human being either. Quid pro quo, Clarice.

"I'm a Pisces with a Virgo rising." She can't help the deadpan.

As far as she's concerned, Kenzi doesn't have to tell him squat. At most, she'll admit to being friends with witches, but as of now - she's of one opinion.

"I asked you first, dude."

Fine. She wants an answer, she'll get an honest answer. "I'm a monster. To me, you look just like dinner. This--" He points to his bandaged hand. "--was part of my attempt not to feed off of you."

Now's the part where she slowly starts to back away. That's usually how the reaction pans out.

Kenzi is tempted to roll her eyes at the 'monster' line. She's of the opinion that accepting what you are and relishing it is the only way to live. Cautious hedonism, she likes to call it.

However, telling someone who wants to eat you to like what they are might not be the best idea. Hence the cautious part of her label.

Kenzi is making a wild stab in the dark here, but:

"...Soooo you're a vampire."

She's more terrified of Fae and other witches than vampires and werewolves. They're her best customers.

Cooper should've known better than to speak in riddles. If he didn't spell everything out for people, they were completely clueless. At least she's not running away. That's rather comforting.

"Yes. An old and currently very hungry vampire." This whole encounter had done nothing to whet his appetite. He was going to need to find someone right away after he was done here. He wasn't about to try and feed off of Kenzi right after revealing what he was.

Kenzi doesn't respond right away. Instead she stares at him for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not she should leave. She really doesn't want to become vampire chow, but then again - he hasn't tried to take a bite out of her yet.

Plus her food still hasn't arrived. But then, thinking about food made her consider what that bloody nose of hers might have done for Cooper.

"Oh. Oh, sorry."

She doesn't feel bad so much as nervous. Prey instincts were strong with this one.

"It's alright. If I wanted to eat you, I would've tried t'do it by now." It had been a temptation, yes, a great temptation. Still, he's managed to stay in control this long. Why break such a lovely streak?

He turns to her, steepling his fingers together, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Now, Miss Kenzi, since I've been so kind not to make you my dinner, why don't you tell me what you are?"

"Gosh, thanks."

The sarcasm is strong. Mostly because she's not exactly thrilled to be hanging out with someone who is only not eating her because it's what he feels like doing. Then again, isn't that the same problem with anyone? They don't stab you out of the goodness of their hearts, or because it's inconvenient.

Yeah, Kenzi can see why staying in your house forever is a good idea.

"What's with the hands? You look like a supervillian."

Nice avoidance technique Kenz.

Her sarcasm gets a grin out of him. He can see himself liking her quite a bit already. He quirks an eyebrow and deliberately keeps his fingers steepled. "To be honest, I've already got most of the traits of of one. I only come out at night, I prey off of people, 'n I practice my evil laugh daily."

But that's not enough to deter him. "If I have t'start blindly guessin', I will. I can already check a few off of the list just based on what I already know."

Kenzi is easily distracted, and at the notion of playing a guessing game, lights up.

"Well don't leave me in suspense. What aren't I?"

Suddenly her mind conjured up Blues Clues. 'Is it a....fairy?'

'Noooooo!'

'Is it a....werewolf?'

'No! Noooo!'

'Is it a....witch with a drinking problem?'

'Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees!'

Kenzi has to physically shake herself out after that brain fart.

Cooper ticks off what he's ruled out as possibilities on his uninjured hand. "You're not a werewolf or a fae. Either one of them would've taken off or started a fight after I mentioned I was a bloodsucker."

"Which leaves about..." He wiggles the fingers of his bandaged hand. "...about four or so different things you still could be."

"Someone with keen fashion sense?"

She tries, and tries very lamely. Kenzi is all too aware that she's reached the end of her rope and while tiptoeing around the answer has been fun, she doesn't want an irritated vampire as cause of death.

"And also maybe a witch."

There is a heavily implied please don't eat me.

"Aha!" He snaps the fingers on his left hand in lieu of being able to clap his hands together. "That was gonna be my second guess right behind meta human."

He looks rather pleased with himself. Normally, he can't figure out what a person is until they outright tell him. His guessing game is improving immensely. At the very least, Kenzi should be relieved he doesn't seem like he's about to whack her over the head and drag her out of the restaurant to feed off of her.

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