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devil's kettle, wa, is a dark & mysterious old
mining town in the olympic mountains home
to 3,500 people & a handful of vampires & w
erewolves. naturally, the vampires hate the
werewolves & hunt humans while the were
wolves hate vampires & protect humans. b
ut recently a truce has been worked out by
the resident wolf pack & a coven of vamps
who claim to not drink human blood. there
are only three conditions one must obey:
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no vampire can hunt in devil’s kettle
no humans can be changed into vampires
no wolf or vampire may expose themselves
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to violate any of the terms means war.
but rules were made to be broken. the
coven has agreed to leave humans be,
but they have no control over the rogue
vampires in the area. the pack of wolves
is strong, but young & inexperienced.
and humans, foolish and irresistible
creatures that they are, have a habit
of being much too curious cats.

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vampires are inhumanly strong, swift, sensory, & beautiful. they are like marble statues of gods & godd
esses brought to life; their skin is chiseled marble, leached of all the color & warmth it once had & har
der than any stone. When exposed to the sun it shimmers & sparkles like diamonds. they are immortal
& can only be killed by being decapitated & burned. a vampires only source of sustenance is blood. the
y are ultimately ruled by their thirst which can be measured by the color of their eyes: just fed they ar
e brightest scarlet but as they grow thirstier, they darken to deepest black. the majority of vamps hunt
humans but some have developed a “conscience” about it & have begun preying on animals instead. th
e difference in diet makes human-fed vamps slightly stronger & more aggressive while animal-fed vam
ps have more humanity & the scarlet of their eyes dilutes & lightens to shades of gold. A coven of gold
en-eyed vamps has come to settle in dk. vampires possess a multitude of darwinian advantages already
but are also able to incapacitate their prey & propagate their species with venomous saliva. a human w
ho is bitten & survives will begin the change into a vampire where a werewolf will suffer toxicity or eve
n death if bitten enough. finally, some vampires possess extrasensory abilities that give them a power t
otally unique to the individual. the following are all known vampires in devil's kettle, both friend & foe.

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𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐬
coven leader

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𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬
coven member

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𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬
coven member

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𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮
coven member

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𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐝
rogue

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𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬
rogue

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long ago, the natives of this land w the ability to occupy the bodies of animals using their spirits formed
a bond with a wolf pack to overcome the only evil they had ever encountered: vampires. the spirits of m
en filled the bodies of wolves to use their strength but the men's need was too great and the wolves beca
me part of the warriors who could now choose to shift their skins at will. for centuries, the wolf tribe w
arriors protected their peoples when vampires appeared, but in the modern world, hardly any descendants
of the warriors remain and those who phase are left to figure out things for themselves. when someone w
ith wolf blood encounters a vampire, it triggers a change that makes them horribly sick and feverish. The
first phasing is extremely painful as one’s bones take a new, much bigger shape, and in the beginning, no
one has control over it. over time, werewolves gain experience and become formidable creatures. as hum
ans they are physically perfect specimens with immense strength, speed, and naturally feverish body tem
peratures that make them impervious to illness. they stop aging, heal incredibly fast, and live significantly
longer lives than humans. as wolves, they are the size of horses and stronger, faster, and more sensory tha
n even vampires with a telepathic mental link for communication. One on one a vampire can kill a werewo
lf but in a pack, their advantage is tenfold. Packs are governed by an alpha and no direct order given by an
alpha can be ignored. the following are the remaining descendants of the wolf warriors in devil's kettle.

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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫
olympic pack alpha

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𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬
olympic pack beta

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𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲
olympic pack member

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𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞
olympic pack member

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𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤
olympic pack member

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𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝
lone wolf

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at the center of the supernatural showdown in devil’s kettle are humans. they aren’t very special and hav
e very little to protect them against vampires and werewolves except their destinies. but some present th
e most alluring distractions for supernatural beings. every now and then, vampires and werewolves will m
eet extraordinary humans whose undefinable qualities affect them so strongly it changes their prime dire
ctives. for werewolves, this occurrence is called imprinting and the subject of a werewolf’s imprint becom
es the most important thing in their universe. no werewolf can ignore an imprint and will only imprint onc
e in their lives. when a vampire meets a human they find irresistible or unnaturally interesting, usually on
ly one of two things happens: the vampire hunts the human to the ends of the earth or they change them.
most will never encounter a supernatural being in town and live normal lives, but some will find themselv
es trying to solve all of the town’s mysteries and getting caught up in its darkness. curiosity killed the cat.
humans are much weaker and fragile than vampires or werewolves but they have this thing on their side ca
lled destiny. to be tangled up in their fates is dangerous and risks exposure but sometimes there isn't much
of a choice. the following are the ordinary, or not so ordinary, residents of devil's kettle.

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𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
wants to be changed

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𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬
has a scent universally attractive to vamps

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𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤
is imprinted on

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𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
the town crazy

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𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
vet/werewolf doc

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𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
immune to vampire abilities

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𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲​

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(role ; olympic pack member) (tagged ; gabriel clemens) (mentions; the pack) (location ; the woods) (w.c. ; 814 ) (form)
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The sun was sinking low in the sky by the time Kellan Darby had wrapped up his to-dos in town. He was headed back to Flynn’s to park his truck before he ran his last errand. Literally.

A lopsided smile turned up one of the corners of his mouth as he left the warm glow of the gas lights, food smells, & general merriment behind in Devil’s Kettle. But ahead, the glowing orange orb that was the sun edged toward a jagged horizon pierced by mountain peaks. Their heavy cloudbanks would reflect the sun’s last light, spreading it like fire across the sky; then everything would quickly fade to purple dusk, and finally the pitch black of night before the moon rose. And twilight would be upon them all.

Kellan is not someone prone to melancholy or lugubriousness but the encroaching darkness suddenly seemed like it would drain him of warmth & spirit. Drain. Like a vampire drains humans. The smile fell from his face as his teeth audibly clicked together. His grip on the steering wheel of the pickup tightened, the whites of his knuckles showing. It groaned in protest & Kell exhaled, the sound slipping between his teeth like a growl rather than a hiss.

Before he could break the entire steering column, Kell pulled into the drive designated for himself and cut the motor. He slammed the door on his exit & fought a shiver rolling down his spine as the frame of the truck shuddered with the force of his slam. Seeing that reminded him of his control & the sensation ceased.

His efforts at control had earned him quite a bit of trust but he wondered, not for the first time, if what he was about to do was smart. Chase & Flynn were working the festivities so he decided not to worry about Main Street. They could handle anything there. As for Lori & Paxton’s whereabouts, Kellan knew not. He considered ringing Pax but quickly abandoned that notion with a snort. He’d make this job a lot harder than it had to be. But if he wanted to be there, he would. That was Pax for you. So that left Kellan to meet with the leech.

It would just be a waste to put this off any longer so Kellan walked briskly to the treeline rather than Flynn’s place which was empty anyway. He removed his coat & kicked off his boots as he went, the sounds of his belt buckle tinkling quietly in the thickening woods. The boots he left on a dry rock but the rest he bundled with a cord against his calf. Carrying your trousers in your mouth wasn’t ideal.

Now he let the shivers come. It took no time at all for the heat to flash down his spine & after one big tremor, he fell heavily to all fours.

It may seem hypocritical that vampires weren’t welcome in Devil’s Kettle, from a totally objective standpoint, but the truth of the matter was that this was werewolf country. Always had been. And Kellan’s pack was strong, if young. He felt that strength now & revelled in it. Enormous paws ripped up the ground as he propelled himself into an easy lope he could maintain an entire day.

Kell kept to the thickest woods as he skirted the lake & headed towards the vampire’s lair. He didn’t know exactly where the coven hid during sunny days & their sleepless nights but he knew where to find the one he was tasked to meet now: Gabriel. The man who now ran as a wolf made the trek over mountains & through dense woods in a fraction of the time it would take in his truck. He pulled up when a sharp scent almost like bleach burned his nose.

This trail wasn’t fresh. It was far from town — for humans — & totally unrecognizable to Kell who had caught whiffs of the coven as they settled into the area. He couldn’t tell the coven vampires' scents apart yet but this was definitely different. A savage bass growl ripped from his throat. This is exactly what the pack was worried about.

Kellan got a hold of himself and quickly made his way to the arranged spot. He stopped to phase back & pulled on the simple long sleeved shirt & trousers he’d been wearing earlier. The fabric fit snugly around his shoulders & chest, his bulk showing clearly. If anyone could stand alone against a single vampire, it was Kell.

Miles below but easily visible to Kellan was the warm glimmer of DK as it finished setting up it’s annual celebration of the township charter-signing 175 years ago. He wished he could enjoy it but remained hopeful this would be quick & easy enough he could catch the tail end of things. Maybe even win another lumberjack contest. Kellan Darby turned his attention to the darkening woods, shaking & shivering as he waited with arms crossed & ears pricked for the faintest sounds of approach.

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R O S E M A R Y

| twenty-two | female | human | bicurious | tags: none | mentions: none |

spaceRosemary had arrived in town just yesterday, and the only thoughts on her mind were about her mother. In fact, she didn't even make her presence known in the town, until much later last evening. She had forgotten about the festivities the town had done for the charter-signing. She remembered how much she loved it every year as a kid though. Last night, she had come to the conclusion that it'd be a good thing to keep her mind off the fact that her mother had just died a couple days ago, and abruptly signed up to play some tunes at the festival.
spaceRo's father had almost immediately signed her up for some fiddle lessons once they reached his hometown of Galway, (super Irish, right?), but it was mostly to help keep her mind off of her parents divorce. And it worked. She hoped it would still work to keep her mind off of her mother's death. She figured she could play some songs and make herself known in the community.
spaceCurrently, Rosemary was on her bike, her fiddle in the basket, riding to the town's main street. She could almost smell the signs of autumn approaching, which was quite calming to her. The soft breeze blew her sandy blonde hair around her freckled face. The nostalgia of this gathering almost made her want to crack a smile. Almost. But then she remembered the gaping hole inside her, and she suddenly felt so empty.
spaceWhen Rosemary finally arrived to the risen platform made from wood palettes, though, she put all that behind her. For now. She got up onto the town's makeshift stage, drawing a small crowd around her, their interests piqued. "Um...hi." She said, her voice a mixture of an Irish and American accent. "My name is Rosemary Williams, you can call me Ro though." A couple of voices spoke, recognizing her, probably by her mother's name. "And I'm going to be playing some music, yeah?" She felt eyes watching her expectantly. She began to play an upbeat jig, but her heart wasn't in it. Nobody seemed to notice, much to Ro's relief.

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𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔢 𝔉𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔡

Role: Rogue Tagged: Ricardo Hades

Black, pitch black. It was so very dark down here.

Magdelene would squirm around in her cage, pushing up against the boards. It had been so long since she'd moved, since she'd felt awake. The pressure was still threatening to make her head explode. Maggy pulled her arm up, feeling it snap and unlock. She pressed her hand against one of the rotting wooden boards. Had she really been under the ocean so long that this wood was rotting? She wasn't sure. Everything was so hot and she just needed to move. Just once.

Magdelene didn't notice when water flooded the cramped chest, She felt pressure move down her throat and into her chest, but it didn't register that that was salt water. She was filled to the brim with it. She felt the board disappear under her hand completely, and her eyes popped open in the darkness. It was gone. One whole board, gone. She pushed her arm through, and unlocked her other arm to push another board away.

She repeated this process, enough wood being moved away that she was able to see light, bare wisps of light. Was it day already? She couldn't tell.

Slowly, she let all of her bones and joints pop in and out of place, gaining free movement again. She pushed up through the hole in the chest she made, her dress snagging on the chains. No, not like this. She would not be kept down here by something so stupid. Eagerly she tore at the chains, maneuvering around to try and get them off. No use, she only ended up more entangled. Eventually, she stopped moving, letting the current pull her back and forth. She felt around herself, tugging chains up. It took a very long time, and a lot of strength that she just didn't have, but she eventually was able to pull them out of the sand. Even if she had to take them with her, she would be able to swim. And so, she did.

Magdelene glided through the inky black waters, up and up she went. She threw her head out of the ocean, immediately choking. She coughed water up, some sort of slimey substance accompanying it. Nevermind that, she needed to move. No more was she held by the sea, no more was she prisoner of time and decay.

Whipping her head around, she caught glimpse of lights, and began swimming towards them. So many bright and fuzzy orbs, all different colors. Her eyes were degraded from sea water and lack of use, all she could make out was that they existed, not their source.

The tide was getting rougher as she swam, signaling land soon. And as she pulled herself up onto the bay, Madelene felt sand. Real sand. She grabbed into it, letting the tide wash her up like a dead fish. She lay there on her back, staring up at the sky. She let the waves run up over her again, covering her in sea foam.

No matter how sore she was, no matter how ill, the one feeling that had been plaguing her forever remained: hunger.

She picked herself up, covered in sea foam and weed alike, sand sticking to her dress and chains dragging where she walked. She pulled herself forward, the smell of sea air drifting out of her. It was replaced by something that made her lose all sense. Something she had missed so much.

Racket and noise filled her head as she stuck to shadow. Despite the crackle of fried foods, that scent much stronger than what she was going for, it just didn't catch her interest. Like a ghost she drifted closer to the origin of the smell. A fresh wound, not yet dried. She quickened as much as she could, moving under a tarp and behind a food vendor's stall. The light from in front of the stall was creating a white haze in her peripheral vision. However, she was able to see in dim lighting behind. She waited for just a moment, hesitating. Where was the source? Soon she found out, when a tall brunette man stepped out behind the stall. He was holding his hand up, an open cut from a kitchen knife dripping to the grass below.

There were no screams, but a struggle did happen. A short one. The gangly man had gotten a good grip on Maggy's hair, but it was too late. By the time he was on the ground, he was nearly dead. The vampire had made her first kill, and quite a mess with it. A puddle of blood gathered around predator and prey. Magdelene had torn the poor man's jugular out completely, getting what she could into her mouth.

Fresh-kill scent would spread throughout the whole festival before long, but it didn't mother Maggy. She was just so, so thirsty.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxChase hummed quietly to herself. Her knuckles were still raw and cracked, dry blood scabbing over them, from her last training session. She had admittedly been stressed out, fussing over this festival for a good few days now, and her punching bag had been the victim of those pent up emotions. She had only cooled down once the leather sack had gone flying off the hook; sand spilling across her freshly swept wooden floorboards as the seams broke under the immense strain. She was gonna have to buy a new one again, and she wasn’t exactly convinced the new one would last more than a day or two at this rate. Wincing at the thought of another eighty-odd quid down the drain.

Whilst the festival was intended to be a joyous event for most, it unnerved Chase more than she’d like to admit. The treaty between the pack and the coven had eased her nerves slightly, and although she still didn’t completely trust them it was better than nothing - at least they’d try to contain their thirst for human blood unlike other rogue vampires. The brunette’s nose crinkled slightly in disgust at the thought. She didn’t know the extent of the ‘infestation’ but she knew there was at least a couple of filthy leeches lurking around the town. Having most of the humans on the Main Street would mean an ideal hunting grounds for a hungry vampire - in her mind it’d be all too easy to snatch a poor soul and drag them into an alley somewhere just to, quite literally, suck the life out of them.

Growling through gritted teeth at the thought she gripped her keys tighter, knuckles turning a ghostly shade of white under the pressure. The pub owner turned the stiff lock with a practiced ease, only lessening her grip when a familiar click told her it was safe to do so. Tonight would have most likely been very good for business - as run down as the bar was, it still attracted some visitors. Although she was convinced Damon single handedly kept the place afloat with his bad day drinking problem.

Hazel eyes glanced back at the old building, and the werewolf released a soft sigh. It had seen many better days, once having been her uncle’s pride and joy before his health declined and he had to temporarily close it, she’d only reopened it again at her uncle’s dying request.

Financially, she would’ve preferred to keep it open tonight but her nerves wouldn’t allow it. She was far too focused on the threat the rogues could present to worry about maintaining the bar as well as keep up with her other responsibilities and she didn’t trust Damon enough to not start drinking the stock of alcoholic beverages to let him run it without supervision. Having it open would only add to the amount of ground she would be watching over and she didn’t want to spread herself too thin. It’d only take a few minutes for someone to end up as dinner if she wasn’t careful.

Running a hand through her hair she pushed it over one shoulder, pocketing the keys and glancing over her watch for presumably the fourteenth time that hour. There was still a bit of time before things really kicked off on the Main Street, enough time for her to head back to the house and pick up her phone she’d mistakenly left earlier - she’d also take the opportunity to see what her housemate’s plans would be for the night. Brushing the dust off her black skinny jeans she climbed into her car, the journey to the house wasn’t very far by any means but she didn’t want to waste the time walking when she had to be outside and watching for vampires fairly soon.

Once at the house she bent her arms over her head; right hand gripping her elbow as she curved to the right, hearing a satisfying pop as she cracked her back. Muscles still tense and stiff from being constantly on edge. Not bothering to knock on the door, the alpha walked in. “Hey pax, do you want a ride to the Main Street? I’m going to keep a look out for any stray vampires.” She called, not knowing his whereabouts in the house. She didn’t want to force him to keep an eye out with her, she knew the festival was meant to be some light hearted fun and she didn’t want to take that away from the pack. If they wanted to celebrate she’d allow them unless anything suspicious started to occur - then she would force them to investigate. Some of her packmates would also be keeping an eye out but she figured that there’d be at least one or two who’d want to partake in the festivities - and she couldn’t blame them. Under different circumstances the festival seemed like a great way to let loose and blow off some steam but she just couldn’t help the underlying tone of sinister energy that came with it - courtesy of the ‘murderers’.

Under the hallway light she took the opportunity to look at her knuckles again. Noting that the scrapes were still patching themselves up, she hadn’t bothered to dress them earlier, not even bothering with the antiseptic - merely relying on her fast healing abilities and strong immune system to deal with it. With an inward groan she shuffled into the kitchen, scowling lightly at the phone she’d accidentally left on the worktop earlier before picking it up and shoving it into her hoodie’s surprisingly large pocket.

Twirling her car keys around her index finger she moved back out of the door, ready to drive back to Main Street.

[ inventory : pocket knife, wallet]

[ tags ; pax ]

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[Crono]

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Male ~ Twenty-Nine ~ Werewolf ~ Beta ~ Rental Business Owner ~ Link
Location: Main Street/Lake Jocassee Rental's Festival Booth ~ Tags: Damon, Mentions: Kellan

With the sun going down, the amount of people spilling out of the buildings or nearby parking area's onto main street increased steadily. Flynn gave a small huff, he'd spent a good portion of the day setting up the family business's booth and making sure it was going to run smoothly with someone always around to man it. Tina, one of the four total employees at Lake Jocassee Rental's including himself, was currently a foot away manning the nearby grill whilst he stood at the front where people had begun lining up. With such close proximity to constantly grilling food it was practically all he could smell, and there was a reason he wasn't manning the grill. Frankly he wasn't allowed, he'd been banned from trying to cook the food due to the fact that he'd likely manage to burn just about everything to a crisp. Or so his mother reminded him over the phone this morning. Flynn snorted gently at the thought. Okay sure he wasn't any good at cooking but was it really necessary to inform the others not to allow him to man the grill for even a moment?

A tray slid down the table from the direction of the grill with a chili dog on it, absolutely smothered in the chili. Flynn had to glance in Tina's direction curiously only to see a shrug of shoulders before she went back to work. Ignoring it, he turned back to the customer at hand with a smile and handing him the meal alongside a voucher. "There you are sir, you have a good one." With him moving out of the way the next customer stepped forwards and Flynn called the order over to Tina, and in the minute or so it would take her to get it prepared he glanced out over the street of roaming festival goers. This festival had the majority of the pack on edge for a while, Flynn already knew he'd be working at the festival so there was already a set of stationary senses keeping an eye out. Even if his sense of smell was being blocked off more or less. He'd given Kellan the night off telling the younger man to enjoy the festival this year, and to keep an eye out while he did. Which left the other three employees to run the temporary booth for the rest of the event.

The others in the pack should be out and about as well, so he wasn't particularly worried. But with rogue Vamps out and about you had to be cautious. Especially given the recent treaty with this new coven, which frankly, still felt odd to him. Flynn wondered if he'd see any of them out here tonight or if they'd be staying away from the crowds of people. Not all of them seemed particularly...stable, after-all. The man's concentration was brought back to the task at hand as another tray slid down his way, another smile, another voucher, another happy customer on their way with the businesses name fresh on their mind and their stomach. At the sight of the next person in line Flynn chuckled slightly, Damon King was mostly an acquaintance but a long time one since they'd both grown up in Devil's Kettle and seen each other around over the years. "Well look who it is. What can I get you Damon?" He asked, propping up his elbows on the counter below. One hand pointing to the small chalkboard to his left on the counter with the list of foods they were offering in case he hadn't made up his mind yet. Mostly the simple things, hamburgers, hotdogs, and such grilled items with whatever customization and condiments they liked to the order.