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About Jonathan Azai

  • Birthday 07/22/1992

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  • Char PB Godfrey Gao
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  • Char-Job Liaison for ‘Azai Corporations’, Yakuza Hitman
  • Birthdate Day 22
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  • Birthdate Year 1992
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  1. Invite Old Prejudices, New Blood [May 13th, 2018]

    Jonathan Azai
    He'd taken the grateful phrase as one involving trying to keep the woman much more grounded. There was fault or judgement from him on the anger that must have dug deep for the young woman. It was a child she'd raised, loved, nurtured when sickness reared its sniffling head. Perhaps it was a feeling he should have held within himself, even with the news gifted so late. A thought that lingered in his mind that maybe certain types of monsters just didn't have that capability? Or maybe he'd feel different seeing her face to face or even with time itself. It was a risk that had been taken to release her wrist since it could add less of an anchor to the awareness of the scene. Jonathan chose to trust in her own senses as a form of 'Mama Tiger' in this regard, the goal held the potential to be just around the corner which pushed the stakes up further on how much of a gamble they were going play for this gambit. The way her hair flowed freely after the band was removed caused a small smirk to don. "I did say a bit. The dance would perhaps overshoot that mark phenomenally." Regardless if she used it, if it were good or bad - it would have been a distraction that drew the eyes in a beneficial way. "But I'm sure you'll have them eating out of your palm one way or another." That included, to him, feeding them a literal fireball into the mouth. She didn't need to be as brutal as he was, not a style that he'd wish another to adopt so freely or easily. "Good Luck." It was a spoke whisper almost as silent as the shadows that would recede away from Holly, retreating back to reinforce around Jonathan at the beckon of his will. Back pressed ever firmly against the wall where he proceeded to use his much more agile nature to press light steps along the jagged portions of the wall to crawl ontop of the gate itself. A way to bound himself over it the moment the opening would allow for him to. Meanwhile. . . The knock on the surface of the wood prompted excited voices of alerts. Words were slightly mumbled at first a sign of various whispers that richocheted between them. They'd expected people but it took them by slight surprise and concern that any of them would arrogantly knock on any of their doors. After a few more seconds passed with ruffled movements two of them pressed a hand against each gate and opened it wide to survey what form of 'guest' visited them. "Oy'! Who is it?!" It wasn't a strong voice, the two that appeared before Holly barely looked as if they knew the hardened life of crime. Their hair had been well kept, clothing that drapped from their body spoke of a well-to-do life of privelage and high clase finance spending. Their wands were tightly gripped in hand and raised enough that it showed they would attack if necessary, on guard but not fully threatening. One could consider it an opening as much as it being on guard. A guard that only dropped lower as they witnessed what they could only consider a form of peerless beauty and not one that resembled the target they were told to watch out for. "Hey, Xaiver, look at this here. Looks like we have ourselves a lost beauty." One of the guards spoke up with the only major identifying figure on him being a slight scar above his eyebrow. The one identified as 'Xaiver' seemed to wear a bland yet tight-necked tie. "What brings you here, love. It's clearly only a well-bred woman would have killer looks like that, maybe you've come to get in on the action?"
  2. Invite Old Prejudices, New Blood [May 13th, 2018]

    Jonathan Azai
    There'd been many things to consider in a speeding moment. For him, it wasn't just the fact that he held a daughter that had been sired but one that was of mixed blood. A target made from past discretions - albeit not one that he could ever say he'd regret. The regret was more towards the fact that it put her in much more danger than just simply being a half-breed to other people, such as the Purists that held her now. Indigo-black hues situated on Holly as he watched her hand flex tightly. Did she already plan to go head on in without a plan in the first place? Just run in flinging? 'The sounds just like her.' The words spoken to himself in thought. "Hrm. . . I forgot what it was like to raze your anger. How foolish of me to forget such a thing." He walked over towards her and gently grasped at her wrist. His empty hand extended out as he turned it slowly as if he'd been trying to turn the knob of a door, nearby shadows pulled and encircled the two of them as if drawing them under a form of 'invisible' covering and he started to move forward in gentle steps. Being unseen didn't mean being unheard, after all. He couldn't drown out sound into some void. "Just remember, Holly. Our daughter's survival hinges on whether or not you can contain yourself before reaching her. Regardless of the state she maybe in." The tone of his voice lowered into a whisper but one that held a form of chastisement and authority behind it. Though the woman had much more right to claim the child than him, the survival of not only the child but all three of them had been paramount for him. "After we've retrieved her? Then you can burn to your hearts content. No love loss would be from me." Their lives were forfeit the moment they had attempted to bargain with him in his opinion. A hand pressed against the outside wall of the building as he expected the side of it that he couldn't see. Wooden doors with metallic hinges left opened as if it had been recently used or was going to be used in some short time. Jonathan couldn't tell from this particular angle but it seemed like a much better bet than trying to knockdown the front door. "There, that door on the side. It's like a back entrance. . . If they're trying to sneak things in, it might be fair to say they'd be holding here there or near there on the inside." His hand released her wrist as he reached inside of his jacket to withdraw his wand and stayed close towards the wall. "Follow and stay close." It was a steadied pace towards the gate where he'd peer through the hinges cracks. A single eye caught only but a brief moment of things on the inside. "Hrm. . . I can see. . . A few people. Not that many. There does seem to be a guard posted at a door slightly further to the back. Armed with his wand from the way he's grasping his pants for dear life. They must be jumpy." His back placed against the wall as he snorted. "As much as I would hate to do this to you. . . How well do you think you can make a distraction? I think they rather enjoy either a beautiful woman or a hell-raiser as a choice. I should be able to sneak in and disable the guard at the door to check who or what is inside." A risky plan. He had been hoping on that with a distraction it would just make the guard intensely alert and not irrational, an alert guard was much easier to handle in that regard.
  3. Blood-Lust

    Jonathan Azai
    Maybe a Vampire is a tad-bit much more dangerous.
  4. Gangsters and Officials

    Jonathan Azai
    Some business proposals start out -very- beneficial, but sometimes that's gotta get cut. Life.
  5. A WIld Kid Appears!

    Jonathan Azai
    Surprise kids are sometimes good surprises
  6. Veela Mama Dramas

    Jonathan Azai
    Danger has always been the interest, what's more dangerous than a Half-Veela with fierceness?
  7. Invite Old Prejudices, New Blood [May 13th, 2018]

    Jonathan Azai
    "Saffron. . ." The name had been repeated softly as he tried to recognize its sound on his lips, the way it had been pronounced in his ears. It felt so alien as well as sounded. A stranger to him that should have been more than so. On one hand it sent a pit of irritation through him that refused to be shown equally as much as understanding it could have been seen as more reasonable. By any standards he was not a 'good man', he was better than most in his profession and that wasn't a high standard to beat. A hand rose up and he tapped the side of the index finger against the base of his forehead in thought, as if it'd help him process the news even faster. "It sounds like they were doing me more of a favor on one part, knowledge. Something so crucial. I'd have expected you to tell me yourself." What was he to expect? She'd always been a free spirit of her own choice. One of the few things that had been a draw if he had been asked to be honest on what first attracted him a few years ago. "But that information holds no time at this moment." A firm spoken voice with a hint of a chill behind the tone. It hadn't been reserved for her nor the news given, rather, it was that moment he had shifted from himself to. . ."Himself". "At the time you arrived I had been devising one. Though with your arrival it would change it. . . Slightly." Could he sneak the both of them in? His handle on the capability that lingered within the blood were phenomenal no doubt. Though if this girl truly had been of his brood then he maybe able to extend his search to a much more honed approach. "Even if just a trickle I should be able to sense the blood in her veins with my own. Getting in is the problem and busting in with magic blazing isn't the best solution." His eyes shifted across the field once more taking quick mental notes of the expenditures of shadows that had been provided through the shift of the sun. "Mmm... It seems it may have moved in our favor. I could cast a slight hidden aura around us as long as we keep close to the shadows. Two people will be a difficult focus but if we take our time we could get to the door enough to see what kind of lock we're dealing with. Might even get an idea of numbers."
  8. Invite Old Prejudices, New Blood [May 13th, 2018]

    Jonathan Azai
    There were several different ideas that rushed through his mind on the way that he could enter into this 'compound' unhindered and without alerting the ones that were on the inside. If he'd made himself known too soon he couldn't properly say the safety of this 'supposed daughter' could be guaranteed. Not with those that were fitted with a vendetta against half-breeds. Extremists of one of the most archaic forms of hatred were hardly ever deterred and the larger chance had been they'd attempt to kill the both of them, two 'impures' for the price of one plan. Yet, every plan that came to mind offered him the issue that he wasn't aware of the full layout of this building and being ill-prepared for what other surprised could be around. Such as a ward or aged metals that could be hazardous towards his health. Much like letting his guard even a fraction of a bit down that he noticed the footsteps of a person who seemed to be approaching towards him. A hand rose up slowly as he pushed it into the lining of his jacket to grasp at his wand, preparing himself for a quick attack the moment he found the opening suitable. At least until the voice that reached out disarmed him instead and the tips of his fingers fell away from the handle of his wand. "Of all the times and of all the people that would choose to walk up behind me. . ." Jonathan responded in only a partial disbelief. If there had been anything he was sure of it was that coincidences don't exist, if something seemed like a form of setup it probably was. Validation was granted even further to that idea by the fact that it had been a woman from his past, one unforgettable as much as her voice had been for many reasons. A huffed sigh escaped his lips and gave the facility one final cursory glance before turning attention towards Holly. "I would say 'that is my line' but I have never been one to think that this would all be random chance." Too many factors with their both being of non-human stock high on that particular list. "Apparently some hatemongerer believes I have fathered a daughter and has attempted to use that as bait." The unique indigo hues with void-black rings around the iris of his eyes side glanced the building just behind himself. "At first I thought it was just some drugged laden high, an. . . Enemy attempting to manufacture some kind of weakness." His particular brand of enemies would benefit much from that kind of a potential weakness. Jonathan's eyes fixated back onto Holly. "Then you show up. Now I believe they may actually be on to something if you're here to reclaim a lost daughter. That or they're sorely mistaken on who the father actually is."
  9. Give an answer, ask a question!

    There are a few good bars about, but if you're looking for less typical places. Well, there is this one paintball places - indoors. Anyone know of any good bookstores? I'm looking for something a bit active for a. . . Project.
  10. Invite Old Prejudices, New Blood [May 13th, 2018]

    Jonathan Azai
    The last thing that Jonathan had expected to be doing on this particular day had been out, way out and away from the office. All for some note that clearly had some form of misguided attempt to 'lure him on emotion', just goes to show however, that nothing in the past is truly left there. Some how, some way, it always seems to rear its head and clutch at the heels like a cobra and squeeze tightly to let that venom course through the veins of a persons life. As he stood at the edge of a small property that seemed to be deeper into the country side, his fingers clutched tightly at the paper that hadn't truly from it since it had arrived through his mailbox. 'The time of purity has arrived! We will start with cleansing you half-breeds - mistakes to society! First up, is your Daughter, I'm sure you'll be quite shocked and saddened at the same time for this funeral. Don't be late to see the aftermath of your corruptness!' It reeked of cliché and yet one thing he knew with bigots as well as 'purists' was that more often than not they were dead serious."They must be on some good drugs to make such a leap of logic, however. . ." Jon spoke to himself as his head shook at the thought that he would have some child. He was careful, not wanting to bring a child into this kind of a screwed up world, one where their father was by every aspect of it all a criminal and a murderer but also a 'Guardian' of sorts if one were to look at what the Yakuza accomplish in the time of need and unity. Either way a child seemed to potentially be in danger and that wasn't something he was going to risk having on his conscious, his name, or his honor. The truth had also been he had no idea who this child's connection him had been - the note had no name but had enough familiarity that the writer knew of him and his past connections. It could be anywhere from a couple to several years ago. As he drew closer towards the rundown building it looked as if it had seen better days, the wood rotten, most of it scorched from intense heat and perhaps the war against the elements over the years. Out front stood two guards in uniformed garments signifying that they were apart of some group, the markings and look of them a complete alien entity to the man as he stared from the distance trying to get a better understanding of who and what he was dealing with in full detail. "Shit, I don't even know who the kids mother is and hopefully she won't clam up on me after getting through - if I get through. This looks like it's going to be a rough bit as a one man job. . ." Even with his capabilities getting a watched hostage and intentional sacrifice won't be easy and time wasn't going to be his friend in this endeavor as his hand gently rubbed at his chin keeping everything he had assessed in the forefront of his mind.
  11. Invite Shadows have Eyes, Predators have teeth

    Jonathan Azai
    "Heh, Isn't it always, dear?" Had been Jonathan's quick witted retort. Death was never supposed to be simple despite it being a normal course of life it was always the intention of its design to spark the mind and to spark a sense of spiritualism, to question the world around oneself and to question whether or not their life had been going on the path that they deemed it. Those alive had the choice to make in carrying things on, of course, her situation also had been vastly different as she was now dead yet alive. A hum gently resonated within himself though he nodded in resignation towards the conclusion. "This is true, you have quite the advantage regardless. In such an opened scenario such as this I've placed myself at the largest disadvantage I could possibly have, aside from the portion of holding you." It was a gamble but that was what made everything exciting in its own way. Jon's very life had been a literal gamble and it was something he tended to take in his everyday walk to spice things up just a bit further. He had also been very aware that underestimation was a tool easily used in these particular situations. Vampires, they were never killed on the merit that they had been weak but rather outplayed. Their natural understanding of their strengths often played against them as they gave an impression that they were untouchable as the years passed them by through the centuries to the point that their guards were let down out of believing a prey couldn't rise up to the occasion in defense of themselves. He had no reason to expect it of Stella, at least, not yet in her life. An eyebrow raised up at her attempt to soothe him though it did very little as he didn't need such assurance. "The dire situation when it comes to the club scene as they say. Many go there to have fun and at times their fun often means a dance with death by their own hands." Drugs, had been the one thing he refused his father that he'd mess with as part of his choice of 'Business'. If he were going to be in the process of killing people he'd do so by his own hand, after all. "I also more often than not expect many to just let Mishima in." That was typically a presence you couldn't ignore if they were making a scene at the front door. Not that he cared for Mishima sparking up potential Police attention. That would be more situation than he wanted to handle especially if it hadn't been the easily manipulated pigs. "There are many ways a person money can be threatened, often why owners of clubs and other smaller establishments are targets in different ways." It was easier to make a 'Mom and Pop' business curl under ones fingers versus the massive corporate chains even the ones that are largely ignored by their parent owner. "They may like it, but do you? Being someone who is in a position to be a hunter I can only imagine you get a thrill out of manhandling the various creeps, troublemakers, and overall muscle bound lunatics that believe they can contend." It was curiosity that made him probe in this kind of fashion, did she enjoy getting her hands dirty? Did she find it all too risky? "No, It's chosen for you. In terms of how Fae work, they simply are what they are. Epitomes of nature, aspects that live and breath and give it purpose in the order by giving it an active voice of sorts." His arms crossed against his chest in contemplation of the words then shook his head soon after. "I suppose in technicality to the course of Nature I'd be an unattended mutation it never accounted for. I may possess many of the abilities but there are many things to that connection I do not hold." From his knowledge he hadn't even been close to the very idea of longevity of a Fairie's standard. Let alone the fact that he didn't harbor a miniature form, which, he was personally alright with not having. "Yes, losing ones head would be unimaginably awkward. Maybe not painful if someone was skilled and swift, merciful even." He never relished in drawing out pain unless the target needed it. In most cases it was swift, painless, no need to make such a horror persist for people. "Though your head is as lovely as your body. So perhaps such losses should be avoided."
  12. Invite Shadows have Eyes, Predators have teeth

    Jonathan Azai
    Jonathan had chosen to avoid ever bringing up something as touchy such as a future life with you children and the white picket fence. Some people just weren't destined for that kind of a lifestyle and in her particular case she wouldn't be able to enjoy the glare that it would hold off of the reflecting sun. She'd never be able to go through the woes and tribulations of what it meant to bear a child and care for one in that manner, though, it didn't necessarily mean she was out of the running for building a family. If she had chosen to swear of producing as most Vampires do she could take up the idea of adoption though very few would relish leaving a child in such care. Though in time. . .That would be something she'd need to design and figure out when she was ready for such commitment and potential paths. "Everyone is an outcast one way or another, there just those who believe they are fooling the world by believing they're the 'In' crowd." Outcast, the idea by its definitive meaning often only called one though to mind. But he was of the belief that perspective played a massive portrayal in everything and even those that could be considered in the in's were still in their own way an outcast. Outcast from the outcasts, as a redundancy, but more importantly an outcast to their inner selves most likely. "Though that is a concept that belies more philosophy than either of us probably would even want to get into. " His head tilted slightly with both of his pressed into the pocket of his slacks. "You're already dead." It was a partial joke but never the less he wanted to make the point that she should still find ways to enjoy life. "It's only an execution if you aren't smart, only an execution if those that harbor hate catch you off guard. Granted. . . Coming out here to meet a man you barely know is a bit daring even if you are a Vampire. Even to the point of enjoying my touch." He didn't need to hear her admit to it, her body already gave off enough detail to show she enjoyed the closeness. "That he does. He's Muggleborn, a Wizard who lost his family long ago. I met him during my time within Tallygaunga and we had been tight ever since." Granted the two of them didn't spend much time at the school beyond getting classwork done and doing just enough to pass but also staying under the radar. Too much academic attention either positive or negative could spell more issues about his particular background so they opted for a purposeful average approach. A slight chuckle formed from him as he shook his head somewhat amused. "Oh, don't worry, he'd be back even if the bouncers threw him out." The perks of being in Organized crime had been the control of channels when it came to clubs under that purview without much proof behind it. "It's a simple enough solution to the situation. Would limit the bruises that would be traded off between him and the bouncers, people can go into work the next morning afterwards with a shameful head held high. " A small smirk pressed on his face at the wording. "I can agree to that particular view, there is only so much we can view on the same path but what similarities are there make for better connection." Not every person would see the same things walking on the same road but those were always meant for them personally, the things mutually gained and understood were what bonded people. A small shrug flowed form him. "At first it was frustrating. Trying to understand, figure out the anomaly that very few could grasp of even explain without a broad and base idea." The amount of times he had been corporally punished for failing on producing anything worthwhile when he had first started out trying to learn these talents. "It is one of the elements that make up the natural world. You know: Fire, Earth, Air, Water, then there are the less primal of them - Electricity, Shadow and Light. Many others exist as well amongst Fae kind that are either subtypes or something different all together." "I wouldn't notch being burned to death as one of the ways you'd want to die if you ever choose to take the final death route. Do something more respectable, the path of less pain that at least shows you honor your final moments. Those that are you bond with that are around at the time would hardly want to watch as you burn away quickly but in sheer agony and pain. Unable to help ease that which would me left with them." Perhaps a bit sentimental or compassionate from him than one would expect but this was spoken from a scholarly viewpoint versus Humane emotions.
  13. Invite Shadows have Eyes, Predators have teeth

    Jonathan Azai
    "You're right, I couldn't fathom it." There was nothing wrong with admitting one didn't have a full grasp of certain situations and this had been a particular one he had no true depth or hand within understanding. No, he could only understand by becoming much like she was and would have had to go through the scenario of being abandoned entirely to understand the far-reaching effect it held on her. But he understood when ones creator of sorts had seem that as a mere tool and that was all they could ever truly be, either a tool of food or a tool of destruction. At times, both. His eyes drifted to look at her arms that wrapped around herself then drew the indigo hues to stare at her face. "But do not let the past consume you more than it needs to. The wounds are made now is the time to heal them and show those that have left what you deem as your personal worth." A pep talk of sorts. "Strange concept to hear considering the world we both come from, It's still in the realm of Magic and thus the Wizarding word and yet even by their standards. . ." Jonathan's fingers pressed the tips of the digits against his chin in thought. It was an irony that those who created such masterpieces and monstrosities could ever deem something 'Different'. The truth of the matter had been it was much like the Muggle world, different meant socially awkward or unacceptable depending on whose mind and words were being spoke out towards. It was the idea that different would cause a collapse and yet it was the saving grace that allowed society to grow. "Different isn't always bad, even in your condition. It means you have the purpose to show that it simply means a new growth and change of mindset in this world. You have time and ages to shift the opinions and steps walked by those like yourself." Not Vampires, people who had been victimized and left to deal with the wake of those that would abuse them. Mishima, A problem. . . The answer was obvious and yet the smirk on his face grew amused enough to write her possible worries out on that same expression. "Yes, unfortunately, some nights it maybe entertaining. But don't worry about his bluster he knows the rules and while he'd be rowdy tossing him out should suffice." He didn't allow for the same tactics to be used in his small group as others seemed to. The other leader's of sorts would allow their boys to run amuck as if they owned it but Jonathan preferred to lead in other ways and manners. "If you deem it fit you could always contact me to handle him. That will easily keep order." "Are we? A path of mutual understanding I take it that you mean?" At least of mutual knowledge though there still had been much he would have rather keep to himself, bound tightly. Though it was only a matter of time before it either had been picked up by the rumors or putting two and two together - or her perusing around within his mind. "Truthfully? No. I have received minor understanding from my Mother but the truth of it is that I hadn't the time or opportunity to seek out the information. Fae are ditzy yet evasive in many cases, finding the proper one similar aligned is even more difficult. Shadow isn't similar to the other elements - Not a true 'Main' element of Nature and yet it's always around. To find a place truly steeped in shadow requires much more effort than I can give at the moment."
  14. Invite Shadows have Eyes, Predators have teeth

    Jonathan Azai
    While cruel they were accurate, though it had never been his attention to make her feel as if her laugh may not have had any worth. The way of the phrasing could have been indicative that was how he viewed it but it was far from such. Knowing how her parents had treated her or the neglect there of after the scenario was something he couldn't know, in terms of how it effected the woman. Personally, he had pretty bad parentage himself but those were the things in his life he tried not to dwell upon even if they did shape a massive part of who he was. She offered a nod in conclusion that his analogy had more or less been correct in describing how the sensation could be. "It's a form of deafening, everything you once knew that held no true sound beyond what you knew not beats louder than what you had always grown up here." The screerching of a tire for example may not overpower the nearby heartbeat of a running man who had just exercised through an hour long run. The sound of blood pumping and viewing through the various portions of the body where the veins could reach to fuel it. "Your world is different, maybe not entirely in what you have access to or what you knew but now you have a new set of skills, talents, and lifestyle that must be accounted towards." As Jonathan stared at the woman he could understand there would be a sense of sadness maybe even hate or regret. Many things left undone and now she no longer can enjoy the rays of the sun. It was a tragedy. Jonathan's eyes rolled lightly as he shook his head, her sound came out in such a way that he knew she didn't believe that particular answer. Though it had bene the truth, he personally hated doing any part of his job in a club. Too many eyes as well as ears even amongst the rampant music that would shake the foundation of the building. "It is what it is, I can only explain what I know." He knew that Mishima could get a bit rowdy and often he had been the one to settle that dispute so that things wouldn't follow the hyperactive young man back to their everyday life. "You'll eventually find out anyways." A shrug flowed as he stated the finality. Mishima had taken a liking to the club which meant she'd get the full scope of how he acted without a minder at times. "Half." He repeated, there had been a massive distinction and it was something that wasn't wide known even to the Ministry due to his underworld connections and need to be on the more illegal end of the law. There had also just been the fact no Fae would truly claim hima s even part of their 'Kin' he still was on the fast track of death like any typical human nor did he have too many of their typical tendacies. "Oh? What else do you feel there is no even ground upon? From my understanding that is perhaps the one thing I had been holding back." A lie, though he wasn't about to oust himself in that regard. His very presnece of being a man of 'Insurance and Claims' was just a legitmate business cover up. "It isn't something that is well known, more of something that requires exploring and learning from mistakes. Any information, texts, or mentors, are near non existent or hidden deep within another part of the world." Though did he truly want such answers or curiosities within his life? The idea hadn't really crossed his mind if he were being honest.
  15. Invite Shadows have Eyes, Predators have teeth

    Jonathan Azai
    The presence of her hands pushing and distancing them a few inches caused a slight smirk to press on his lips. Whether she liked it or not had been no actual indication but she had at least seemed to put up a wall that spoken enough to the man about the possible view she held about him. Truthfully, he had chosen to be an enigma divulging nothing onto her ears to satisfy the possible curiosity and perhaps not even to curb the worry that he perhaps had been much more dangerous to her than most things that walked about. That was an ironic concept to him, while there were ways to handle Vampires it was always rare to even consider something 'dangerous' to them. An idea played within his mind whether or not he should tell the woman, while she didn't really tell him hers he expected she may not know so easily when it came to him as much as it was easy to pick out a Vampire. "To be left as a leftovers must be a harder concept to deal with than most would expect." It was essentially telling your victim they were nothing more than livestock, of course, the fact she now survived and became a Vampire. . . That would perhaps garner her sire's interest and in good 'conscious' as Jon would have liked to classify it, not something he could allow. Not only was the woman not entirely ready for such a meet up in terms of skill, yet, there had also been the prospect that undocumented Vampire's thrashing around made his own work difficult. "Displaced, everything so loud and beating yet drowned out at the same time. So much going on that you can't seem to get a grasp except for what's pounding within your ears." That had been the general idea he surmised that she was trying to explain to him. "When you're rare amongst your own kind finding the answers grows increasingly difficult, having someone who holds an idea does help but only if they have the help and true knowledge." Even amongst Fairy kind, Half Fae were an enigma, a quickened human with the touch of Natures calling. It was an irony to many of those who were known as the Slow aged Ancients. He couldn't help her out on the Ministry front but chances had been if she managed this far she had liaison that assisted her with such situations. How much longer did Stella have until she could be pushed over into a frenzy? What were the reigns she held on to so tightly to keep herself onto a well polished sanity. That alone gave him an interest in seeing how this woman would grow as both a predator and a person at the same time, fighting the duality within herself between a damning death and developing a redemptive life. "I suppose in a matter of speaking, one always needs to find a way to unwind in order to not be consumed." His head shook soon after laying the indigo hues of his eyes upon the woman. "But it is simply as I have said, I was being a baby sitter for a man who could get out of hand at the drop of a pin - As you saw." There could only be so much that words would settle his old friend down which often meant he had to knock him down in a more physical confrontation. Sometimes it did come to that but things were dusted off and back to normal the following day with no hard feelings. Shit happens, as they often told one another. Jonathan lifted up his hand as he gently started to turn it about in a ritualistic manner which caused the shadow that had been his own to warp and shift into more of a circular shape - a form of manipulation on the first minor level. He had many tricks and techniques that made use of shadows but the darker it had been the more volatile he could allow it to be. "I am Half-Fae, That which controls an aspect of nature. The scope of my abilities are largely unknown even to myself - Does that make us on even playing field?"
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