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Good talk? Stay safe? What was with this guy? He clearly had some extra knowledge about something and could get the drop on him and that was pretty intimidating on it's own. So what was calling him out for? It wasn't some kind of precursor for a fight or .. could it have been a warning? Or again, some sort of acknowledgement of their mutual presence - in which case by not acknowledging him back did he just mess up some coded greeting or - ugh what the hell. It was a mental torment having all of the questions and none of the answers. But this guy did... and well, probably and a more safer option was Eva but ... ****, it was hard just imagining himself going to that beautiful woman and having the duality of feeling both moronic and flustered.

He still hadn't chose to walk away, the threat level subsided with the freedom of choice and they were somewhere public so maybe he had a chance here...
Walk away. He's giving you the chance, walk away now.
But why? So he could go running back to Eva for seemingly no reason when he explained how some guy talked to him? It didn't get any more moronic and he, anymore flustered after something like that. Well, he called him out as if that justified in the slightest bit but /still/. He wasn't going to be susceptible to anything this guy could say, and it could prove worth a shot. Maybe it could give him some answer. Or maybe be the start of his very own slasher flick. After all the guy did just pull out a weird pencil, pen thing. Against all better judgement and self recommendation, this tom took a chance with curiosity because his obsession with knowing things was his Achilles' heel.

"Hey," he called back, his change noticeable as he consider his inquiry. He knew who he was, supposedly so.. "What are you?"

'Tell me who you are,' words triggering an instinct that felt like an obvious cue to not to do that or you know, lie, both of which would've been easy to do. Still, it would result in no or less benefit to him to not met the other's simple requirements and this was all about maximizing that benefit. Being so caught up in all these changes and questions running through his mind, it really wasn't any kind the luxury putting this off or complicating it any further. His life and surely others were about carefully weighing risks and this vampire aspect might have tipped that side of the scale a little heavier, even with the supposed 'news' or 'announcement' but hey - beggers can't be choosers, right?

Sucks being the beggar, but it's time to take a risk.

Oh, move? Necro-voodoo-cyber what now? His face went confused blank again at those words and he shook it off after a pause. When the only normal word is 'cafe' and glossed over by the rest of the abnormal sentence, that is when you know you're in for some potential weird **** and made other key terms like 'our kind' go out the metaphorical window. Man, either this guy or he just stepped into an alternative universe where everything is 'different' and that was still an understatement. He wondered if this is what it might feel like if he was from the 50's and was just getting dropped randomly into the future, not understanding any of the 'basics'. Process overload.

He took a second to place both hands on his head, close his eyes and rub his temples before sharply breathing in and dropping them.
"Yeah okay." As if a few-seconds of temple rubbing was all he need to finally accept and go with the flow - from here on out nothing could possibly faze him anymore than it already did and while unbeknownst to him, he hadn't even gotten to the weird parts yet. There already was and probably still is going to be a lot of ... this so best to just accept it.

"罪 (Tsumi), but just call me Sinister - Sin." Because starting off with 'my name is sin' might have felt a little fake, and he was choosing to go the 'get this guy's trust right off the bat' route but still holding back on given his full name and being a completely transparent 'glass book' so to speak.

He scoffed a short laugh and glanced forward at the strange and sudden question before looking back to him again,
"No, Capricorn- I'm sorry what does that have to do with ...?" he let it trailed off, saying enough to imply the confusion but not seriously looking for an answer to it. It did make wonder what the other could be possibly thinking though with that kind of a train of thought. Nonetheless he listened very attentively to the man's words not to miss a single word should it hold or reveal or even hint at having more meaning that went deeper than their surface. Path, Bloodline, Occu- wow he was throwing it all at him wasn't he? He wasn't sure if he was going to even be able to remember and reciprocate an answer to each given aspect. Okay, okay, one step at a time. That first part was good enough to answer his question - suppose he kinda brought the rest of that on himself.

"Alright, ... that first part - the breathing - yeah was it." he confirmed what he was looking for. "And uh, Shadow Path, West blood and yeah, I don't really have a job right now..." Was that good or even right? It was kinda the first time he had to say those things and present himself as a vampire so upfront. A part of him wished Eva was there just so he look at her and confirm like a child and parent that had practiced and recited for this very moment - except you know, she wasn't there and they hadn't. Well at least he was trying.

"Bled yet?" he took on puzzled look as he held up and observed his hand, staring at his palm, wiggling the fingers and thinking about it whilst Az continued. It hangs in the air and disappears? Whoa, now that's something he gotta see. He shoved his hand into his front pocket though, probably something best to experiment with later.
"Is that what you are then? A Mystic?" He tried to recalled his post-siring on what Eva may have mentioned about Paths, but for the most part he did know one thing - she was a Shadow too. "That doesn't sound so bad - could be useful... Or at the very least a cool party trick. Though I guess there a catch like you can't have your or any past body back?" Perhaps for some that catch might not have been very bad, he personally was actually quite content with himself. As fun body hopping sounded there was some established confidence, effort into his look and plain good memories with his body he wasn't so sure he'd give up. Imagine though, if his thought were in vain and his assumption false that they could keep their former bodies on reserve like different suits - now that would beat floating blood any day.

Sin thought about the name he said 'Wolfgang' and unfortunately for him he still had yet to meet with anyone of his 'bloodline'.
"Oh, well I guess that's good? You're not going to kill me if you hate someone in a bloodline are you? Cause I'll be honest I don't really know any of those guys or much of anyone really so uh- 'Don't blame the child for the parent's sins'? Or something like that..." He didn't even think about the irony, more so in line of trying to figure out if there was an actual quote akin to what he said. Surely, it would get the point across either way.

"I'm still not sure how the whole 'bloodline' thing works - like does the make my sire some kind of ... mom?" he finally said thinking how weird it was just have a so called 'mom' who looked the same age as him, even if she probably was still some handful of years older than him. "Also, does that make any of them like family? And I know this might sound weird but hear me out - can I still sleep with any of them? I'm just saying - I don't want to run into a drop dead gorgeous woman or guy only to wake in the morning and go to the same family re- 'bloodline' reunion and discover it's like the worst taboo thing ever." Unbeknownst to the vampire just yet, the question of sleeping with childer was probably another one worth asking for say, the possibility a former fling were to become one and needing the knowledge to such a question.

Sin stopped with him without thinking about it, clearly far less concerned with their surrounding or where they were going as he asked about employment.
"Umm ... Not much?" Sometimes he hated these kinds of questions - the ones he didn't know how to answer. It made it easier just not answer them or play it off with some joke but alas not this time. "Kinda like ... whatever I could get? I kinda liked to travel and move around, so just room with someone, save money and then leave - never keep really important jobs but I've done many. Like, a jack-of-all-trades ... to an extent." He did his best to openly explain, his sentences slowing and a bit questioning as if he wasn't sure he was using the right words or if there was a better way to have said it all.

His words of a new identity weren't lost on Sinister; his gaze fell on the black street pavement for a moment with thought. They meant more to him than they probably should have and that didn't have to be a bad thing. Something he considered too or perhaps done - either way, another unspoken commonality between the two strangers. He panned back up to the other male.

"That actually makes sense - the face with an identity thing. Like one of those things you don't really think about it until well, you do." The imagery he made in his head of it to him, was a new and interesting perspective. "Would you fancy the thought of me playing devil's advocate and say something cheesy along the lines of: between makeup and plastic surgery, our true identities and what we choose to be perceived as our identity is jarring?" he raised a brow with a smile that suggested it was more rhetorical and lacking any serious intent on expanding on the thought. Az's insight was successful in still interesting Sin, despite being unaware of their very different and unique perspectives - it'd make for fascinating conversation one day should the two be come across the Mystic powers topic in the future again.

"Well that's a relief - and a whole community..." He didn't realize his life-alternating change could've gone as far as making him apart of a special little social circle, an actual community for vampires? What was that like? Was he now going to be expect to uphold some vampire-y standard he didn't know about this whole time? "Yeah I'd bet on that - I'm not always on my nicest setting either. Eh, I guess I needed another excuse to try and dial back the angsty teen sass." He shrugged, it was almost foreign to him - the idea that his actions could affect others, that he had to be mindful of that less it backlash on to him and because of some new blood connection. It didn't matter if he cared about the others or not, all it took was someone getting hurt and him taking the blame to lose all those potential allies and turn them right into potential enemies. He favored keeping as many allies as possible, even frenemies were better than nothing, as well as playing careful with the few he found inevitably against him at every end.

The relationship aspects - Ah, so even sires could be anything to childer. It seemed Az had his own complicated or maybe long story to go along with the details of his sire relationship; Sin genuinely had to wonder if he would ever be in the same position. Even better though, Az's response to his question made him grin, happy to have gotten perhaps the best reply he could imagine.

"Majority says 'yes', that's good enough for me." the male quietly chuckled, scanning both ways of the street not that he was sure if they were going to be crossing anytime soon or not. It was one of those little thing he could do while socializing so they weren't staring at each other constantly, or at the very least not staring while stretching. He turned back to him as he detailed the jobs - normal sounding or implied jobs and wow some straight up not-so-normal jobs one wouldn't normally discuss so openly - it was like being in America again. So much for the 'all Canadians are nice and say sorry too much' stereotype. He mentioned that 'Crownet' thing twice now, and the question slipped as soon as his sentence ended.

"Crownet? What is that?" It didn't sound like an obvious business / job searching forum. Azraeth was eyeing him and he didn't know what to make of that until he finally said the whole 'excel at bloodshed' part and he went blank, certainly not expecting that. His cheekbones seem to slightly raise as his cheeks tighten a bit - embarrassed at that strangely enough, and crossed the street. He didn't like being ... read like a book thank you very much, and maybe he was letting on more than he should or his reaction now accidentally confirmed something. He trekked on nonetheless, mumbling a thanks that even had his accent come out more like 'thank yer'. Leave it to some cute guy to get the better of him every now and then - just his life story.