CoR Undercover mundane chores [Alysa & Sebastion]

Well, that was a plus at least that it probably wouldn't be burned. Less of a plus was the idea of him using something important of hers to lure her to him. Honestly, the only things she truly cared about was her bike, her leather jacket and scarf that belonged to her mother, and a plethora of pictures of her mother as well as a few photos of Caitia.

"Hn... I... I ..." Alysa trailed off, jaw clenching tightly. Damn it. Now wasn't the time to get sentimental! More or less trapped in her thoughts, she nearly missed him turning right and had to quickly catch up. Both in steps and in what he had been saying. Half-listening was a plus and she was glad that One-Eye was loyal to Sebastion's father.

"I guess I should be happy that your dad wants me alive. I still don't want to be caught though. I have things in that apartment that is all I have left of my mom and best friend. I don't want to lose them."
 
"And if we're fortunate, you'll have them again in due time." Sebastion said. "I can promise you that. I'll do my best to get them back to you when you're safe."

After a while of traveling in somewhat silence, he took another turn down an alley way before stopping at a shoddy looking door. He knocked four times and waited. A man cracked the door slightly, took one look at Sebastion before closing it again. The sound of a locks being slid open before the door opened again to grant them access.

"Come on." He said to Alysa, leading her through what looked like a den of very rich druggies. Some of them called out to Sebastion as he walked through, others catcalled Alysa and asked for her to join them on the couches. Sebastion paid no heed and kept heading for a room with beaded curtains.

Once through to the other side, they'd find what looked like a cat in a humanoid body, snuggling up to some scantily dressed ladies.

"Sebastioooon! Good to see ya!" The cat-man exclaimed. He stood, all of five feet in size. "What brings ya trottin' in with this lovely doll, hm? I know she's not a client, is she?"

Sebastion shook his head slowly. "No, she's not of mine. This is Fawkner Tom. Fawkner, this is..?" He looked back at Alysa with a raised brow.
 
Alysa hoped that Sebastion was correct in that he could get her things back to her and hopefully, it'll be sooner than later. The only silver lining in the stormy clouds above her was that Ragar couldn't hurt her mother and Cat. You can't torture the dead. But, she would be crushed if he destroyed her things. Sighing deeply, the redhead bounced on her feet as they continued walking, and she wondered just how much longer until they reached their destination. Needing to break the silence, never one to be good with nothingness, she glanced over at him and frowned a little. "I trust that you'll do your best to get my things back, but..." Alysa paused and bit her bottom lip before continuing, "Don't get hurt in the process. If you can't get the stuff, then... somehow I will deal. It's my dumbass fault anyways."

Letting silence settle between them after saying her piece, Alysa was both happy and nervous when they finally reached the friend's place. It seemed very sketchy, but that was probably because the door faced an alley and well, it reminded her of the first place she slept before Rowan found her. Ignoring the unpleasant memories, she followed behind Sebastion, ensuring she was never more than a few inches away from him. Doing her best to ignore the catcalling and the fact that most everyone knew him, she couldn't stop herself from looking around mostly out of curiosity. Was this where all the celebrities and rich people went to do drugs? What an odd place, but weirdly, it made sense.

"Hnn... interesting." Murming to herself, hoping no one heard her, the redhead nearly ran into Sebastion after slinking through the beaded curtain. She had stopped paying attention to him and mentally chastised herself before staring at the male and women in front of them.

So, that's Fawkner...? Yep, I see the catnsess and fuck, he's so short.

Alysa chewed on the inside of her cheek as Sebastion was greeted and it suddenly dawned on her that she needed to name herself. Shit, why hadn't she thought of that? Thankfully she was quick to think of something and she flashed Fawkner a charming smile while extending her hand out to either have him shake it or kiss it. She wasn't exactly sure why the hell she did that, but it was already done. Wait, was she supposed to give her regular name? She was confused and just decided to go for it.

"Phoenix Blade. Pleased to meet you." Was that a good name? She hoped so because it was the first thing that popped into her head.
 
The werecat raised a furry brow at Alysa, then at Sebastion. "A show girl, eh?" He asked Sebastion. Sebastion only gave a sheepish shrug.

"I meant ya real name, toots. Unless that's ya real name, in which case ya mumma had a real interesting naming scheme." He walked over to Alysa and began to evaluate her, rubbing his chin. He walked around her, pushing up her arms and doing some brief measurements. "Gurls, please go get my kits, will ya? Give me twenty, that's it my darlins~" The two girls walked out of the room through the back, giggling and waving at Sebastion as they left.

Fawkner turned back to Alysa. "Now Sebastion.. What's this about eh? I don't need no more gurls right now, I'm needin' more product right now." Sebastion rubbed the back of his head. "I'm here to call in that favor."

Fawkner's golden eyes flashed. "Ya puttin' me in a tight spot if this is what I'm thinkin' it is." He eyed Alysa again. He started purring and puffed on a cigar he had. "And if I know who she is, its gonna take quite a bit to take the heat off her. I want no part of them Bloodstones sniffin' my direction."
 
SHOW GIRL?! Guess it was a shitty name to pick. Brain, sometimes you're worthless.

Alysa clenched her jaw at her stupidity and glanced briefly at Sebastion with a sheepish shrug before her attention returned to Fawkner. It took a lot of self-control to keep from flinching when he circled her and by the grace of whatever diety she believed in, she manged to remain relaxed. Did she exactly believe in anything? Honestly, she wasn't sure and for a moment or three, she was lost in her thoughts. Oh, wait, she hadn't answered him yet.

"Alysa Jayse is my real name. I'm not a show girl, just shit at naming myself." Or was it Alysa Alastar? No, she never took his name and definitely wasn't going to now.

Letting the two boys talk things out, Alysa frowned, realizing they were asking a lot from him. But, she wanted to be safe and hopefully this will keep her safe. Alysa shifted just a little and scrunched up her nose, peering at Fawkner with hopeful eyes.

"Please, Fawkner? I've been given a new chance and I deserve it. I'll do anything you ask of me." Alysa reached out a hand and rubbed the top of his head.
 
Fawkner narrowed his eyes at the girl. "Imma pretend I didn't hear that name, and I'm gonna pretend you're some random stranger that my associate, Mr. Beaumont here, brought in to evaluate for a potential role. I know nothin' about nobody named Alysa Jayse. Got that? Nothin'." He blew out some smoke, the wisps curling around the long thin whiskers of his.

"Hm. How about Eva... or you could be a nice Hannah."

All conversation stopped though as soon as she started petting his head. His purr grew to a low rumble and he nuzzled into her hand a little bit.

Sebastion coughed and then excused himself to walk out the back room towards where the two other girls had left.

"Anything hmm? Best be careful on who ya be making those sorts of promises to, toots. Fortunately for you, I'm more of a classy guy and don't like to take advantages of yas." He took her hand and lead her to his desk, where he pulled out a seat for her to sit.

"This is gonna be a bit of a discussion. Ya want anything? Food? Drink? Little bit of something somethin' to take that edge off? Name it, I'll have my girls fetch it for ya."
 
She nearly huffed out of exasperation at Fawkner's reaction to her name. Maybe next time he shouldn't be so curious. Wasn't the saying curiosity killed the cat? Hopefully she didn't get him or Sebastion killed. That would probably destroy her off something did happen to Sebastion because of her. Yeah, it would definitely turn into a bloodbath type situation if she lost him because of her stupidity.

"I get it, Fawkner. I'm not surprised by your reaction, but you're the one that wanted my real name. I didn't ask to be adopted by him, but I suppose I should show gratitude that he took me in..." Alysa shrugged before pondering the two names he suggested. Sighing, she briefly glanced at the ceiling before his motions sidetracked her. Aaah, so he did like her petting him. Nice.

"I like Eva." Yeah, that was a good name. Frowning when Sebastion headed out of the room, Alysa let Fawkner lead her to a chair and she sat down with a yawn.

"He better not leave me..." Mumbling, Alysa returned her suggestion back to Fawkner and shrugged at him.

"I meant it, Fawkner. Whatever I need to do to make this happen so that I'm safe and Sebastion won't be hurt because of me, I'm willing to do. I just... I'm ..." Trailing off, she clenched her jaw, fingers squeezing into tight fists. Damn it, she needed to get a hold of her emotions!

"Whiskey and maybe something else to take off the edge... surprise me."
 
Once she sat, he moved around the desk and walked up some step stool in order to get into his chair. He settled with a sigh before pressing a button that buzzed softly. Another woman, a tall thin brunette dressed like a fox walked in. "Yes, Mr. Tom?" She asked with a voice of warm velvet.

"Oh, Vela my luv, please bring our guest a glass of whiskey. Also, would ya bring me some nip and some warm milk please?" He cooed. "Of course, Mr. Tom. I'll bring them right up." She smiled and bowed slightly. "Thank you, my dear." Fawkner turned his attention back to Alysa as Vela sauntered out of the room. "Now, nobody cares if ya wanted to be adopted by that blow hard or not. Wot actually matters is that ya are associated with him. You and Jason both were known to have some tie to him more than just pack members. And ya stayed after he was dead and gone, toots. That leads to some suspicions that ya have more at stake. Like tryin' to revive the Scions for instance. There are people watching for that."

He laced his furry fingers together, claws gleaming in the dim light. "That makes ya both dangerous and valuable." He said, the golden gleam in his eyes returned. He let his words settle over her before continuing. "Wot your asking me, is to make ya disappear when all eyes are on the lookout for ya. Normally I'd ask for a hefty price for this type of thing, but I owe Sebastion my life. So I'm not asking for anything but cooperation. I hope I've made myself abundantly clear." He tilted his head.

"So, Eva. What's your last name?"
 
Watching him use a step stool to get up to his chair was more amusing than she thought it'd be and Alysa bit on the inside of her cheek to keep from snickering. She was so glad she wasn't short. Though, it would be nice if she was a bit taller, but she had gone through puberty long ago. Crossing one leg over the other, she leaned against the chair back and sat silently as yet another woman came into the room. Blinking a few times when she realized the female was dressed like a fox, she squeezed the bridge of her nose. This was a bit much.

"... thank you." She managed to get those two words out just as he ordered his warm milk and what she assumed was catnip. Sebastion wasn't kidding with just how catlike Fawkner was. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, the redhead tried to think of a cool last name while deliberately ignoring the fact that she was marked because of Rowan.

Wait... did he just say that Jason was also an adopted kid of Rowan's?

Well no, he didn't say that exactly, but it was iimpliedas far as she was concerned. Why did she stay? Definitely wasn't to restart the Scions. No, she just had nowhere else to go and lacked money to move. It was a shit situation all around. Rubbing her forehead, Alysa didn't think she was valuable at all and the fact that he said that, made her feel a little suspicious of him.

"I'm not valuable and I only stayed because I've got nowhere else to go. I have no desire to start back up the Scions. But... I am all alone, so... I don't know. You've got my cooperation... and I pretty much owe Sebastion too. As for a last name... let's go with Duhamel."
 
"Ms. Duhamel then." Fawkner repeated the name, tapping his nails together with tiny 'clicks' "You may know this, but unless you can telegraph to the rest of the underworld your intent and the lack of value and they take that at full value.. You're still a target. He led a very secretive life of webs, toots. Unraveling that mystery of who or who isn't, is a piece of the pie will take decades to uncover. Longer, if you want to get into the meaty parts."

Vela returned shortly after, placing a glass half full of amber liquid in front of Alysa, now Eva, before placing a dish of powdered herbs and a glass of warm milk in front of Fawkner. "Is there anything else I can assist you with, Mr. Tom?" She asked. "No Vela, my luv, that is everything for now. Tell the gurls I need ten more minutes."

The fox girl nodded and bowed slightly again before leaving once more. Fawkner took a sip of his milk with a content purr. "Vela always knows how to make it perfectly~" He chuckled. He then cleared his throat and turned his attention back to Eva. "Now.. Ms. Eva Duhamel, you're from Iveria and ya moved here into the city to look for wurk, yes? To send some money back home to ya sick sister and muther. Bless ya heart, toots. Bless your heart. At such a young age too. Barely 19. Tch tch tch.." He took another sip of the milk. "You were born on August 7th 2005. Its gonna be ya birthday soon, 3 months ye?"

He tapped his nails on the glass with a sharp 'tick' sound. "I'd offer ya a job here, but I believe that'd be too much heat on my head if them dogs come sniffin'. And don't give me that look, I treat my staff appropriately and with respect. And pay 'em well. I saw how you looked when I called ya a showgirl. Always the judgemental types... I swear.." He took a hit of catnip, pinching the stuff and dropping it in his mouth before following it up with milk.
 
"Fucking Rowan and his damn secrets. I don't even know if Jason knew, but I guess it's a moot point since I'm pretty sure he died too. Of course I don't know for sure and I'm not about to go ask the cops. I'd like to know what he did with all his money though... but not to give it to the underground asshats." Sure would make it easier to live and not go hungry. Glancing up when their orders were brought in, Alysa nodded her thanks and did the best she could not to guzzle it down.

"I don't want to get into the meaty parts of Rowan's life. No thanks, I'll definitely pass." Making a face, she tried to ignore the tapping of his claws and the rest of his mannerisms, though she couldn't help but tease him a bit.

"Don't you mean, purrfectly?" Chuckling at her lame joke, she sipped on her whiskey and listened as he laid out her new identity. Though, she did scowl when called judgmental.

"I'm not judgmental, Fawkner. I just don't want to be called something I'm not. It's bad enough Sebastion called me homeless and then a prostitute when we first met. It's just a touchy subject. I don't want to bring heat on you anyway. Maybe there's a local shop I can work at."
 
"Then you're assumptions of me knowing what you are and aren't are worse than my assumptions before." Fawkner stated with a raised eyebrow. "You're a werewolf. It's not like we changing folk get high brow jobs in accounting or secretaries to the big wigs in those big fancy buildings. We're the low lives, worse than scum that crawls out of the sewers in the Phantom Quarter. At least, that's how the humans see us." He eyed Eva. "You're not too bad lookin', but you're a bit proud to be a prostitute. Plus the name "Phoenix Blade" either gives super hero, which you ain't if you're here. Or showgirl. Which you might have been. So I rolled the dice and came up snake eyes. It happens. But I'm not no mind reader, toots."

The two girls returned with two very strong looking men carrying supplies they placed by Fawkner. Pens, inks, fancy paper, stamps, a trunk with clothes and wigs, a camera and a few other things were taken out as well. "I'd imagine Sebastion is also, not a mind reader. Thank the goddess. Ya know what people think of him? Phew." He fanned himself. "The things I hear after he's gone and walked on through is enough to turn a nun."
 
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She frowned at him, knowing he was right, but she still had her reasons for not wanting others to call her a showgirl or prostitute. She couldn't help her looks though and maybe he was right that she'd bring in money, but... still. Was it pride? Maybe. She had heard though just how much money the girls make in men's clubs or whatever they were called. After a few pondering minutes, Alysa shrugged and leaned back to take another sip of her drink.

"I know just how lowly werewolves are. When I was five, my father was slaughtered by someone who loathed them. I wasn't home or I'd probably be dead too. I found him though..." Alysa trailed off and just snorted before continuing. "Good riddance to the asshole though. He hired an assassin to kill my mom." She downed the rest of the drink just as the other girls returned with two men carrying a shitload of things.

"No, he's definitely not a mind reader, but... we're just friends. I don't really want to hear what others think of him. I know how hot he looks and how suave he is with his words. He sure got me when we first met. After the brief misunderstanding. Do you think I could have some more whiskey and maybe something to take off this nervous edge? It's not everyday I have to become someone else." She was definitely panicking just a little, almost like she expected Ragar or Sebastion's father to walk through the doorway to snatch her.
 
He waved his hand at Eva. "I don't care about your tragic back story, toots. Point bein', us furry ones ain't exactly know for much other than whoring ourselves out in some fashion or another. Be it sex, drugs, or some crime, that's all we know here in Lutetia being who we are. The faster you accept that, the faster you're gonna blend in."

Fawkner put on some large round specticals and scooted up on his desk a bit. "No. Give that drink a bit to kick in. Its more potent than ya realize. You'll relax. But I need ya lucid in order to make this wurk." He stated.

He picked a pen and dabbed it in some ink, taking care not to drip, he began to write.

"You're gonna need to forget ya past. Everything. Even one mention of who ya were before this point will ruin the facade. Any trinkets or anything you like to keep? They are hidden and away from you. At least for as long as it takes for Eva Duhamel to be an entity of yourself."

One of the girls moved towards Eva with a couple of wigs, testing them against her skin color before deciding she didn't like either of them and moved back to the collection. Another one came up with some clothes and started eyeing Eva up and down before moving back to the trunk.

"Ya won't have contact with any of your former associates who may or may not be still alive." Fawkner said, only half paying attention to the spur of activity going on around him. "Try the dark brown, Kit. The one with the luvely curls."
 
RUDE

Alysa, or rather Eva scowled and crossed both arms against her chest. What the hell was even the point in talking if he didn't give a shit about why she was the way she was?! It wasn't like she asked for that childhood or for Rowan to be a complete d-bag beyond taking her into the Scions. Hell, she probably would've died or maybe been found by the Bloodstones. How ironic that would've been. There had been a few times she thought about defecting, but she had seen what happened to those that did. So, fear kept her there.

Fucking coward, that's what you are... seriously Alysa. Should've gone off with Sebastion before shit went topsy-turvy and the Scions were decimated.

Clenching her jaw, Eva mentally chanted the new name, needing her brain to understand who she was now. However, she didn't hold back a loud exasperated sigh when told she couldn't have anymore whisky. Potent? Pft, whisky was never potent to her. Ignoring or rather, doing her best to ignore the ruckus going on around her, she peered at Fawkner and his cute glasses.

"Sebastion said he'd try and get the few things from my apartment. Said I couldn't go back there. I trust him to hold onto them for me or at least put them somewhere safe. As for my past, I'll gladly forget that dumpster fire, no problem there." Eva shrugged and ran her fingers through her red hair. She would miss her hair and eyes, she supposed.

"I have also have no desire to have contact with anyone from my past save for Sebastion and I don't give a shit, I'm not forgetting him. I still have a promise to keep." Yep, she still wanted to save him.
 
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Fawkner looked over at Eva over his golden rimmed spectacles. "I mean, no one. Even Sebastion could blow your cover, toots. He's great to look at, sure. But is he really worth blowin' ya cover?" He asked, his brows furrowed. "I can't stop ya, but I've done my due diligence in warning ya." He went back to paying attention to the document he was carefully crafting.

The woman with the wigs, 'Kip', he had called her, brought over a very lovely chocolate brown wig with large loose rings. She looked at it head beside Eva's face, gazing back at forth between the two of them before nodding. "Perfect choice, sir. As always~" She kooed at Fawkner, who grinned as wide as a Cheshire cat in response.

Kip turned back to Eva. "I'll be back, we're going to put this on you for the picture. But we're gonna have to put your hair up in a wig cap." The other woman came with some black shorts and a very thin, off the shoulder sweater and a tanktop. "Would you mind putting these on? The changing room is right there~" She said, pointing to a small closet to the side.

She also leaned forward to look close into Eva's eyes. "Do you wear contacts? Or glasses by chance?"
 
"Fuck that noise, Fawkner. The whole reason I am even doing this is to be able to help Sebastion get free from his shitty life and I can't do that if I have to forget about him. I refuse. Absolutely and positively refuse. I heed your warning though." She scowled and crossed her arms against her chest to show just how serious she was and that it was non-negotiable. Alysa sighed heavily, taking his warning and thrusting it into the Netherlands. Sebastion's life meant more than hers anyway, but that was a thought she was going to keep to herself.

"Wouldn't it be easier to dye my hair than wearing a wig?" Alysa was trying to be respectful but heard that wigs were hot and her body temperature ran hot normally. "Not trying to be a pain." She quickly added before looking over at the pretty wig and the clothing that was being offered to her.

"Err, sure, I will change into those things." She started to stand up only to lean backward when the second female leaned in real close to her face.

"N-no. I have perfect eyesight." She wiggled to her feet and took the clothing into the small closet. This wasn't going to be fun. Not at all. Alysa wrinkled her nose up and stripped out of the clothing she was currently wearing and slid into the shorts, the tank, and the off-the-shoulder sweater. She could see herself dressing like this. She guessed. After a few minutes, she made her way out of the closet.

"I can wear colored contacts though. They make them without prescriptions."
 
The woman nodded. "We have some, I just didn't know if that was your natural color or not~" She said. Kip popped back up with a wig cap. "Yes, it would be more convenient to dye your hair than it would be to make you wear a wig. However, bleaching and dying your hair would.. Easily take hours, where this would be a couple of minutes for a picture for the license and passport you need. Also, I wasn't sure if you're the type of werewolf where your dyed hair would just simply disappear every transformation you did." She explained.

"Kelsea would also need to not be fucking Darryl right now, too." The other woman giggled. Kip rolled her eyes. "Yes, she'd have to be here. She's the one who's the master hair stylist. But because she's having a date night with her bo, you're stuck with little ole me and my wigs."

"And with me, Dana, dressing you up in a style you may or may not adapt to~ Your choice, but it is recommended that you at least change what you would normally wear. It helps to hide your looks~" She handed Eva a pair of new contacts. "These are blue.. But I might try brown on you to give you a hazel effect instead. We shall see!"
 
"Nn... good point. I have thought about wearing colored contacts in the past, but that costs money and I am incredibly broke right now." Eva shrugged and realized they had a point about dying her hair. It would take a while and she didn't want to be in one place for a long period of time. It just wasn't safe. Speaking of that, where was Sebastion? Did he ditch her? Maybe Mr. One-Eye-No-Dick called him away to do something. Or his father. Still, he could have let her know. Sighing, she turned her attention back to the conversation and situation, not wanting to be rude.

"A wig is fine. I can always get dye and do it later... or come back when Kelsea isn't on a date. Or maybe she can come to me? I don't know, this is all new to me." Smiling, she stretched out in the new clothing and felt her shoulder popping.

"I know Fawkner said he's doing this because Sebastion saved him, but I do appreciate it." Eva took the contacts and found a mirror to use to slip them into her eyes.

"Heh, always wanted to see what color looks best with my skin tone and hair."
 
Dana tapped her chin with a long nail., studying Eva after she put in the blue contacts. "Mmmm.. I don't think it changes your look as much as I had hoped. We'll try the brown ones." She rushed off to pull some drawers that had more fresh colored contacts. Kip wasted no time to start trying to brush and gently pull Eva's hair into a way that would fall into the wig cap just right. After it was on, she started working on pinning it down in order to keep her hair from spilling out underneath.

"Kelsea rarely makes house calls, you'd have to come to us I'm afraid. She's too afraid to leave most of the time. The only time we've been able to get her to go out is with Darryl~" Kip said with a smirk. This time, it was Dana's turn to roll her eyes. "That girl is so head over heels she'd face the devil himself to get to him." She said with a sigh.

"But lucky you, doll. You came in with Sebastion~" Kip gently nudged Eva. "Girl, if he were to ask me out, I'd go in a second. Apparently he's a real horn dog.. Do you know if that's true?" She placed another bobby pin in to hold her hair down. "Come on, don't hold back the tea~ What's he like?"
 
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