"No, no it doesn't sound like you should have a taste, and good! I wouldn't find that agreeable anyway."

Ozzet said with a solid nod as he reached out to a random chair sitting idly on it's own, pulling it to him he turned it so the back was facing away, and sat down straddling the seat. Resting his elbows on the back of the chair he crossed his arms and just watched the vampire woman, well for better or worse, enjoy her meal. He rocked back and fourth, resting his chin into his crossed arms. Listening to her speak once more he motioned to his mouth as he watched her, implying she should wipe it off but finally resigned with a small shrug that this likely wasn't going to happen. Messy lot they seemed to be, and he couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow watching her wonderful children just make a mess of the poor, and at this point very dead man. "Oh come on, not even going to gorge yourself on the best meal you'll ever have? So kind." He blinked and slowly shook his head, casting a thought filled glance to the side. "Kind? Maybe that's not the right words.." He trailed off for a moment before snapping himself back to attention, and rocking back and fourth in his chair as he heard the impressive mob clambering against the door, and suddenly stop all to her whimsy. 

Ozzet nodded, she had a point, a good one at that. She had kept her promise and helped him, and in turn he had paid her. He never asked for all this information, she could of simply told him what he wanted outside, and sent him on his way without all the theatrics here, and yet here he was with the woman asking even more of him. She was right of course, he didn't have anything else to offer, and he seemed even less concerned about the deadly and possibly sweet smile she wore like an all too familiar mask. "Well, I didn't ask to see your wonderful family here, I mean we only just met after all, and as far as first dates go I have to say, I'm getting mixed signals." He raised a finger to the side of his head, scratching at his ear as he watched her, and every playing with his horn for a moment before settling the hand back down, resting his chin once more. "There is nothing stopping you." He said plainly with a shrug, leaning back and fourth once more, letting a quiet creak echo through the room as he moved the chair back and fourth.

He shook his head, and smiled softly to her with a sense of calm in his expression. Finally he glanced down, and twisted his lips a bit. "Although.." He began before shooting a glance back to her. "See, I'll level with you here. I've got a thing for the pretty ones with deadly intent." He rolled his shoulders and feigned a shiver down his spine. "Just can't help myself, it's like playing a game of chance." He waved his hand slightly in front of him and trailed a small laugh. "Anyway, my magic hasn't aligned yet." He bobbed his head slightly and glanced to her. "Returned you could say, new plane, new rules and all that. What I can promise you though." He said with a small pause as he stared into her eyes, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "I'll haunt you." He stated with an air of amusement. "I will just haunt you and yours until you wish you would have just walked right by me in that castle." He leaned back slightly, bringing the legs of the chair with him as he began rocking back and fourth, as calm as one possibly could be. There wasn't any measure of lies or deceit in his tone, because he was telling her the absolute truth. "It'll be fun though, won't it? So come on, how about we make plans for a second night ." His gaze danced over her form, and he had no idea what she might do. It was all up to her at this point after all. 

He gave a soft, even kind smile as she played her game, he had to admit to himself too; the girl knew how to work her charm, and so he followed her down the stairs, staying close to the woman as he seemed to glance around. Out of the castle they went, side by side though as they turned their way out of the courtyard, he came to an abrupt stop seeing the guard only a few paces in front of them. "Oh I could of." Though before he could finish the woman was able to strike the armed guard down. Oz shook his head in sheer surprise as she hefted the guard over her shoulder and continued about her way as if nothing had happened at all. Oz shrugged, at this point he didn't have a clever quip on the tip of his tongue and he just followed quietly as he had before. As she approached the lone house he spun slowly on his heels, taking in the area around him before following her inside seemingly like a lamb to slaughter. 

Watching her throw the guard onto the floor with a loud thud he just held his hand slightly out in front of him with a frown. "Well that's just rude." He mumbled, tilting his head to the poor man before shaking it and glancing around the room. His attention was pulled back at the snap though as the two young men scampered over to the understandably unaware guard, Oz tilted his head and set the case for his instrument against the wall, pushing his hands into his pockets as he watched the duo of very fanged, and very hungry vampires. Turning his attention to his guide as she held out her hand, he raised a brow unsure of what she wanted for a moment until finally it clicked again and his eyes went wide and he dipped his head, digging into his pockets. "Oh right, right!" He shuffled through them until he found the promised pouch of in her own words; pretty, lovely gems and set it gently into her grasp.

"Fair is fair." 

Then he listened to her, and when she finished explaining he shook his head, a confused expression settled onto his face. "No, that…" He began, glancing to the side while he chewed his lower lip in idle through. "That doesn't explain anything." He said continuing along, as for the current predicament he only rolled his shoulders before shaking his head once more, he seemed to be very good at doing that at least. "You're a vampire." He stated before holding a finger up between a brief pause. "A hungry vampire I mean, that guard is your meal." He pressed a few digits against his own shoulder. "I'm likely on the same menu tonight too. No questions or anything, you're just doing what vampires do. You hunt and stalk your prey, you feed and kill on said prey. Just doing what vampires do, right?" He glanced around him, his mind wandering a bit back to the castle and what had happened, finally he pulled his attention back to the here and now. 

"But, wait now."

He said, looking her over for the first time fully as she began petting the poor guard, and for some reason he smirked. "Playing with your food though, that's cute. Anyway, see I'm bad for vampires. If you or your kids drink my blood, well." He shivered a bit before locking eyes with her. "You'll.." His mouth cocked to the side and his eyes glanced up as he tried to figure out the best way to put it. "It's like a strong alcohol, you might end up seeing things too." Oz then blinked glancing down. "Not the best way to explain it, that actually sounds pretty good doesn't it?" He looked to the other two and shrugged at his own frustration, and pacing to the window he pulled the curtain aside and looked outside. Overall he seemed rather calm, or just plain stupid to the predicament, couldn't seem to care less. "So if you could do me a favor, and not do to me what you're about to do to that guard, that would be just fantastic." He pushed his hands back into his pockets and rocked on his heels a bit as he watched the woman.

His footsteps carried him down the stairs with a sort of hurried calm about them. Glancing behind him as he pushed one arm through a sleeve of his coat he was pleased to find they didn’t seem to be looking for someone yet, but rather likely trying to figure out how a small, and now entirely busted rowboat had come to shatter one of the prized murals of glass within their castle along with it’s self. “Good, they’ll.” He stopped abruptly coming nearly face to face with a lithe figure along the stairs. Ozzet reeled for a moment, his head turning to look behind him again then to the cloaked figure once more, and with a measure of charisma he beamed a smile to the woman. "Excuse me, excuse me!" The man echoed quietly as he shuffled past her, and then suddenly he came to yet another stop only but a few feet away from her. His eyes slid back and fourth as he turned a few ideas over in his head, then slipping his other arm through the second sleeve of the coat he hefted the mass of clothing onto his form and raised a finger to his mouth, chewing at his nail for a moment as he looked to the stranger he inched forward, his eyes narrowed in thought before suddenly he smiled again. 

"Actually, strange cloaked woman with a disturbingly sharp knife, I have a proposal, how about that, huh?"

Ozzet said excitedly and quietly as he set the case of his instrument down, and tilted his head up while his hands searched his form over, pillaging his pockets inside and out for a moment. Taking a quick step back he jerked his hand upward with a small, black leather pouch in his grasp, which he quickly held out towards her. "Look at it, beautiful little sack of shiny gems and precious stones." He paused, his gaze drifting to the side. "Which admittedly are just more gems." He shook his head from side to side. "Doesn't matter, what does matter though is they're all yours." Ozzet said in a coaxing manner as he held a finger out towards her and stuffed the pouch back into his pocket. "That is if you do what I say." He watched her for a moment then arched backwards, glancing up the stairs once more before back to her, he seemed to be rushed for whatever reason. "What I need.." He began slowly, now glancing down the stairs for whatever reason. "I'm drunk, and something of a dullard, and I'm also just terribly lost, helpless even! I have questions that need answering, and I'm very gullible, also very rich you see, which goes well together wouldn't you say? All I need you to do is guide me out of.." He paused once again, and reeled his gaze around him slowly. "Out of this, castle?" He looked back to the woman and nodded slowly with wide eyes. "Yes? Take me to town, and answer whatever silly questions I have and it's all yours!"  Ozzet held out both of his hands with a small smile.

"That seems like a good deal, right?" 

With one hand he gave the woman an assuring thumbs up, and picked up his instrument case with the other while nodding to her with a wide, crooked smile. He honestly had a bad feeling about this, but then again he couldn't remember the last time he didn't have a bad feeling about something, so he simply brushed it off the best he could. The woman didn't seem to be any form of guard of this castle, and right now that was his best bet, even if it felt like he was playing with fire; though playing with fire was often fun and had it's own benefits, surely, what could go wrong here?  

Time, as it was commonly understood had various effects on any number of things much to the dismay of, well, practically everyone. Structures would wear under it's tide, flora would blossom and whither under it's effect. It was all an entertaining cycle of which there really was no escape from no matter how hard one wished. What it did to people though, well that was something that always seemed truly boundless, left to chance and and orderly chaos. Through age and experience, people would change. Some for the better, and some for the worse, but the change; that was always a constant. The traveler that called himself Ozzet had changed as frequently as a performer who couldn't quite decide that evening what he might want to rehearse. Maybe it should be tragedy today he would tell himself with a gleeful, wide smile! Then he'd shake his head, of course it should be comedy, or maybe a romance of comedy and tragedy! As time wore on however, he had grown increasingly weary of these notions, before finally after a number of years he had lost count of, and on what seemed as another whimsy brought on by a dull, sleepless morning; he decided he was very simply done.

The being kept traveling however, through planes and worlds, leaving sometimes as frequently as he'd arrive. A plethora of color, hue and connected lines of geometry faded and mumbled around him as he sat all too quietly at the back of a small, and very broken down skiff while it glided to his next destination. He didn't know where it was taking him, and the magic that allowed him to travel in this bizarre manner had faded to almost non existence as time was, in his own words, a very cruel, not very fun mistress. This was surely to be one of his last trips. Reaching back he scratched at the back of his neck, and closed his eyes. His mind turned to what sort of home he could make for himself where ever he ended up. "Home, home, home…" He muttered all to himself, turning the idea over again and again within his once quite deranged mind. At that very same moment however he turned his head, noticing the nonsense of color around him taking shape. He edged forward on the small plank he sat on, his head tilted and eyes narrowed as he tried to make out whatever it was; then the small, drifting vessel bumped casually into something. Slowly, and carefully he stood as his body leaned forward slightly.

"What in the world."

He whispered, inching even closer to the bow of the small, almost rowboat looking ship. It had come to a complete stop, and there wasn't any movement around him like there normally was. Turning his head Ozzet glanced around him, the once constant ebbs and shifts of prism like color had indeed come to a complete halt, and they took the form of small, odd squares and various other shapes with thin, but defined black lines in between them. He raised his hand to his face, chewing slowly on his own knuckles as he mulled a few ideas over in his head before finally he reached out slowly, and rasped his index finger against whatever had stopped his aged, and very much used ship. "It almost looks like.."  Ozzet turned his head again, reeling his gaze around him. "Stained glass?" It felt like, and looked like that much, however the glass didn't agree with him poking at it like a curious child, and In a loud, disagreeing tone a large crack splintered out from where he had agitated it. Ozzet took a step back, turning his head from left to right in quick snaps. "No.." He started, then continued as a dribbling dullard. "No no no, stop that!" The cracks though, didn't seem to care what he thought and did just as they pleased, which in this case was spreading even quicker as if to spite him. Once the cracks couldn't go on anymore, they too decided that today wasn't agreeable with them, and much like Ozzet; they were done.

A blinding flash of arcane and light erupted around him, The traveler wasn't sure if the sound of shattering glass or the flash had come first, not that it mattered much as he found himself falling which as expected would take a much greater priority, even that was short lived as he face planted into a cold, stone floor. He groaned as he pressed his forehead against whatever not soft surface had broken his short fall, and countless bits of colored glass rained down around, and onto him at the same time. Heaving a breath he pushed himself up, and tried his very best to focus, everything was dull and dark though. The man closed his eyes again, squinting them tightly shut before trying again, and this time he found a measure of focus. He was in a castle, looked as much at least. A dull light from the night sky flowed into the hallway around him giving illumination to the various bits of broken glass and what was left of his ship as it too was also done. Ozzet frowned and pushed himself to his feet, slowly rising as he shook his head violently from side to side and even shimmied his body around to discard as much glass as he could. 

His very old, and very used planar craft was scattered about the hallway in various pieces. and whatever gate he had come tumbling through was very much gone. Beyond the broken window was just the night sky. Today, or tonight rather wasn't turning up in his favor it seemed. He glanced down, a constant frown pulled his expression to disappointment as he pushed at a scrap of wood with his foot. "Really?" He managed with a sigh before looking around once more, the gears in his mind turning to come up with some brilliant idea of what he should do now, sadly nothing came up. Out of the corner of his eye though, he did spot the small trunk of belongings he carried with him, thankfully it looked unscathed which is more than he could say for everything else. Ambling over to it he crouched down and snapped it open. He wouldn't be able to carry everything, so for the time being he took only the important items. Which consisted of a worn, brown coat which he slung over his form quickly. A sword and scabbard, a small journal, and oddly enough a case fitted for what was likely a lute. Heaving the case to his side as he stood he glanced around him once more.

"Okay, so, first thing first, where am I?" 

Ozzet mused to himself, then clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth he rolled the question around in his head. Though as he heard a series of aggressive footsteps getting closer and closer, he also figured that question could wait for another time. Someone was likely to be very upset he had broken their very nice stained glass, and he had no notion of owning up to it. Turning on his heel he quickly made his way down the hallway, and turned to head down a staircase. He'd have time to figure all this out later, for now though he just needed to get away.



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