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Pete Henderson Spirt / Human 105 years old.

[spirit-of-cinders-deactivated20]

Place: Holy Island | The Vievecor City Gallery

Oliver watched with baited breath as they unloaded another trunk of antiquities onto the loading dock of the gallery, the fragrant smell of they hay they had used to pack the crates filling his nose, it was always a delight to get new things to put on exhibit, before he returned them to where they came from of course. He had never felt right about keeping the artifacts of other cultures. None of them were his culture, as a deity he had none really. Humans were so funny like that. Opening the crate he reached in and pulled out a vase, lovely, it looks like it was cast in metal and pain-stakingly etched.

"It's really so fascinating, this entire civilization grew and fell simply because progress. They discovered how to cast metal and when they did they made drinking vessels like this pot. Unfortunately the metal they cast was lead. They all slowly died out from lead poisoning. Unlucky. You have to wonder what gods were looking out for these people huh?" Oliver had a sad little smile on his face, of course interfering could have altered human history, still the story was sad. These people were gone and nothing was left by the buildings they had lived in and the thing that had killed them. "Still they are incredibly beautiful don't you think? Give me a minute to get the manifest in order and we can go." He said to his companion, a friendly gentle smile on his face.

@vievecorcitystarters

[petehenderson]

Peter wasn't sure how he ended up talking to a deity but he had interesting insights about the gallery that you didn't normally get when walking around by yourself. Originally he had come for the coffee but had been drawn into listening to the other speak. In his experience, you had to look out for yourself because no one would look out for you. Gods and deities included. Everyone had selfish desires and needs and those often led to trouble, something the previous spirit would know about it. "You would be surprised. I think the gods would have to see something worse saving before they decided to intervene," he responded with a shrug.

He was meant to be appear human and human's were nihilistic at the best of times, something Pete could easily be when discussing the bigger things in life. Finishing off the rest of his coffee cup, he put an easy smile back on his face. "Maybe the destruction leads to growth. Like forest fires and floods?" he suggested. "They're destructive but it makes room for new things to grow." Stepping aside, he gave Oliver the room to work while he looked at the art. It wasn't something he ever really understood but he could understand the time spent in creating something beautiful. "It is beautiful. And take your time, I'm in no rush."

[patoconnor]

with: @petehenderson location: ware

It was another night at Ware. When it was busy, Patrick was at his best, chatting up customers and pouring shots. It was a good way to pass the time, especially when he hadn't seen his closest friend in weeks. He eyed up a guy that had just stepped in. He was good-looking, and Pat was always looking for someone to flirt with. "Why, hello there handsome. Can I get you a drink to wet your whistle, or should I do it for you?"

[petehenderson]

Pete hadn't been comfortable returning to his old haunts. The past few months had been about him learning how to be a human again. It was the only way he could have come back here to see his best friend. Pat was standing behind the bar like he had expected and he lingered nearby, hoping he would come and talk to him. "You have to buy me a drink before I let you blow my whistle," he responded with a slow grin. "Or wet it, whatever get's you hot."

[priquintana-deactivated20241209]

Peter Gadiot and his ridiculously sexy face

[augustine-lycaon]

Augustine nodded, trying to focus despite the gnawing hunger he felt making it harder to focus. "Maybe." He quickly flagged down a bartender after they got seated and order two fingers of whiskey on the rocks without much hesitation-- a reflex order-- as he nodded over to Pete to give his order as well. "I'm assuming you wanted a cocktail?"

[petehenderson]

Pete imagined that the sudden change in species was more jarring for Augustine than it was for him, he just got to be magic for a while. When the bartender came, he looked at the cocktail list for the night. "I thought you might want to get one of those fancy ones," he explained. "The O negative ones." There were some on this menu but he didn't know if it would actually sate a vampire's thirst. He ordered himself a passionfruit flavoured cocktail from the bartender for himself. "You're doing pretty well with the blood lust thing," he commented.

[teddy-byrne]

"You're a funny one, aren't you?" Teddy mused with somewhat of a smile across his freshly colored red lips. He did mean it, for once, and did not regret humoring the other with an answer while he held out the cup in his hand. Serious and very, very convincingly. "Perhaps you'd like to try for yourself? It's one thing to hear someone talk about it and another one..you know." There was a quirk on his eyebrow, blue eyes staring before he dropped the act and laughed. "Don't worry. I was only kidding --what made you dress up as the bearded lady tonight, Pete?"

[petehenderson]

There was worse things to be than funny so he would take that one. "Aww thanks," he grinned. Peter's eyes went to the cup, his head tilting in curiosity. In his mind, the worst thing that could happen would be it tasting like blood. His curiosity easily got the best of him and he leaned forwrad just as the vampire laughed. "Oh, I totally would have done it," he replied. "What do you mean dress up? This is how I always dress?" he replied, his expression deadpanned as he looked himself up and down.

[gwen-lycaon]

"If I get your cooties, I will fight you," she teased, her eyes trailing back to where Pete's went, taking the cigarette back and bringing it to her lips. Hearing his words, her eyes grew playfully wide as she looked back at him, feigned awe at his jab. "I will have you know that growing a beard like mine requires skill and determination," she mused, "then again, they do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. If you were obsessed with me, you could have just said so. I love my adoring fans," She nudged him playfully, before rolling them playfully at his next words. "My knight in shining armor" she added before putting her cigarette out on the bottom of her shoe and pocketing the bud. "Well if we go in there, don't be surprised if I use you as bait anyway. I hear Hellhounds like humans..."

[petehenderson]

"You'd be lucky to catch these cooties. They happy to be very clean," he replied, playfully huffing at her. Since the cigarette hadn't been snatched away yet, he took another long inhale before flipping it between his fingers and offering it back. The wolf always had a quip for him and Pete knew he was often fighting an uphill battle with her but he was a good loser. "You're right. It's a damn shame I forgot my sharpie otherwise I'd get your signature or my tits." As he spoke, he leaned down to push together the drawn on cleavage before straightening up. "I'm more of a Maid Marion figure so I'll be waiting to be saved, thank you very much." Still, he was the one linking arms and pulling them forward. "I hope they like wolves more, that would be nice."

[elenaramirez]

Oh, he was fun. She liked him already. "No, no, no," Elena defended, laughter bubbling from her throat, "the drink comes without strings. Just as promised. I'm a woman of honor. I keep my word."

Swallowing down a large gulp of her beer, she grinned at him and set the glass aside, playfully mimicking karate moves. "Your feet will be just fine, it's my arms you should be looking out for." She was nowhere near as much of a menace as she was making herself out to be. Her dance moves were more amusing than dangerous but it was all in good fun. She could do sexy too, but that fell more under grinding than dancing and therefor didn't count. "So, what do I call you? Don't wanna have to make the paramedics refer to you as John Doe later on."

[petehenderson]

Peter was normally the distrustful kind but as a human, that attitude was hard to hang onto when he had a few drinks in his system. The body he had taken possession of happened to be a friendly drunk. Sometimes it bothered him but it was better to enjoy life this way instead of being aggressive and wanting to fight. Friendly people drew less attention after all.

He chuckled with her, taking a sip of his beer like he was still skeptical that his feet would survive this. "Now that's unexpected but you do look like you could knock me out," he teased, ducking from side to side like he was avoiding a boxer's jab. "Imagine being married to a John Doe, every time some unknown person died, you'd think your husband's dead," he mused. That was beside the point but he was still going to think about that later. "Tell them my name is Peter but my friends called me Pete. I don't want the obiturary to get too serious."

[augustine-lycaon]

Augustine's gaze softened, still grinning as he felt himself pulled towards the earthy yet sweet scent of the brunette before him. "What are we waiting for then?" He rather forwardly reached for Pete's hand and pulled him quickly in the direction, finding it harder and harder to ignore his growing thirst. Surely a drink-- and maybe a glass of water too? Something had to help. Something he told himself, too blinded by how badly he'd let himself get to think clearly about the fact neither of those options would help remedy his current state.

"First round's on me."

[petehenderson]

The enthusiasm made Pete want to laugh but it seemed so sincere that he just accepted the vampire's hand without question. Augustine was clearly excited about getting a dream and he was easily tugged along, pulling up the skirt of his dress so he didn't trip over it's hem. "You might want to remember you can move faster," he pointed out. He was grateful for his longer legs, able to keep up. It was nice that he was going to pay and Peter knew he'd make sure he paid him back for that. "I think they had cocktails at this place," he suggested, pulling them towards one of the stalls. "Maybe they have a specialty one for you."

[artuswestwood]

He certainly wasn't going to complain when he was getting the attention he wanted. Artus liked the way he was looking at him, making him lean a little closer into his space. "Well, we'll keep that our secret. I wouldn't want to ruin the magic for anyone." The touch was welcomed, but the flowers that soon appeared were a warm surprise. "Well. Here I thought I knew all the elves in town," he teased, well aware of the wands that were available for the festivities. Reaching up, Artus brushed his fingers through Pete's hair, causing a crown of flowers to form. "I'm glad to finally make your acquaintance."

[petehenderson]

Pete didn't know much about these elf powers but the trick he had learned was still impressive. Artus's surprise was amusing and he chuckled at his expression, letting the flowers finish wrapping around his curls. "Then you haven't been paying very good attention," the human teased. The wands were just a trick but it was nice to pretend for the night. "Especially considering you're like the prince of the elves, right?" he questioned. Peter didn't understand much about how their social structures worked but it always felt more royal than the rest.

[augustine-lycaon]

"Gwen and I drink together but it's been a while since we had a movie night," Augustine excused. "Don't think I've ever had ratatouille either to be honest." Maybe he had? He couldn't remember if so. "How old are you again? You sure know how to make someone feel like they life under a rock," he added jokingly. A few decades in prison might as well have been the same thing though.

Augustine found himself gravitating closer to Pete as he drank in the other's captivating scent. As much as he hated to admit it, his hunger had been getting worse the longer he denied it, and the other's relaxed demeanor-- someone finally not mocking his current situation nor threatening to make it worse was more than welcome. Dangerously so. "If I agree to the flowers... Does it mean you'll agree to grab a drink with me?"

[petehenderson]

"Well I guess that just means it's time," he suggested. It was just one shock after another and Pete put his head in his hands. "Alright, now you have to come for dinner because I'm making it for you. I know wolves like a bit of meat but it's a good dish." Maybe he was getting carried away with all his suggestions and he felt momentarily guilty when Augustine spoke again. "Sorry," he said, smiling sheepishly. For a moment, he almost said he was a hundred and five, his real age and not the age of the body he was in now. "It just means you gotta get out from under the rock."

Gwen always poked fun at her cousin, saying he was grumpy but in Pete's experience, he hadn't seen that side of him at all. It couldn't be easy to be switched species, especially to something that you'd hate. He had gotten off easy with the elves, he just got to have fun with it. "I mean, if you're agreeing to the flower crown, I don't think I could say no?" Plus it wouldn't hurt to have another drink and it was probably good for Augustine too. "Yeah, let's grab a drink. I think I saw some stalls just out there."

[gwen-lycaon]

Feeling the cigarette get plucked from her fingers immediately triggered Gwen’s sibling aggression, smacking Pete playfully as he bummed her cigarette. It was par for the course for their relationship, playful and goofy which is one of the many reasons Gwen had made him her second. Not only could he take what Gwen dished out, but he could dish it right back which is how he earned her respect. Gwen beamed at seeing Pete, happy that he’d shown up. They had talked about it a few times in the kitchen of Nevermore, but she hadn’t known if he’d come to a decision about attending. The Alpha still worried for his safety in an event like this, but trusted that he could handle his own.

“It might be,” she mused playfully as she watched his expression. “Oh Well if you were gonna be a big baby tonight you should have dressed the part. A big diaper… a little rattle, it would have been so cute,” she added as she nudged him playfully.

[petehenderson]

The smack was expected and he tensed his muscles for it but it didn't stop the sting that lingered. Damnit, she was strong. He was used to it now though. The pair had found an easy relationship, both as friends and co-workers. Gwen trusted him in the kitchen and for Pete, that meant a lot. He gave that same respect back but it didn't mean he wouldn't dish out some teasing in return. After taking another inhale, he passed back her cigarette and looked back at the hall.

A werewolf never knew their strength and he stumbled a little to the side, grateful he just had sneakers on underneath the long dress. "But then I couldn't have dressed up as you. I grew the beard and everything," he teased. "Alright, I can go in but you're going to have to be ready to be thrown to the wolves... so to speak. I'm running at the first sign of trouble."

[artuswestwood]

He loved his sister dearly, but he also knew he was likely smothering her with all the attention he was giving her this last week. Maybe he was being a little too overprotective, barely taking his eyes off of her for more than a few minutes. "I'm sure she's sick of me by now," he noted aloud, letting out another dramatic sigh. "It definitely drew my attention to you. I will say, your beard is far more glamorous than mine. I did not let it grow out long enough, I'm afraid."

[petehenderson]

If his sister was tired of his company, Pete could fill in for a while. He felt right at home now he got to be an elf as well. Clearly he wasn't naturally as beautiful as the real elves but the magic made him feel like he could fit in. "Well that's their loss and my gain," he joked. There was no way that he was that disappointed. "I will say a few weeks of laziness got me there, I have to thank late nights at work for that." Reaching out, Peter rested his fingers against the other's jawline, letting the elf magic add some flowers to Artus's beard as well. "There, that's much better."

[augustine-lycaon]

On the contrary, Augustine felt like he was about to do something quite dumb. His hunger had been growing and as much as it disgusted him, it had been getting harder to ignore. And Pete… Well, he was sure Gwen would probably kill him, but he seemed like a far safer option than a potential human. Or at least, he didn’t smell like the humans he’d been around prior?

“No,” Augustine answered— once again not quite sure of the reference. He had heard the name of the show before, but was far from an angel in his current state. “And sorry— I’m blanking on what you said that movie was called last time,” he added with an apologetic smile.

He flashed a fang unintentionally as he stepped closer, asking, “Did you get hit with some magic as well…? Something about you seems off…” Or rather, smelled off— but that hardly felt like a sane thing to say.

[petehenderson]

For some reason, he was starting to get the hairs rising on the back of his neck. While it was normally a sign of danger, he didn't think Augustine was a danger to him. He'd been nothing but nice, aside from the jabs at his movie taste. "Man, Gwen has not been showing you the right things," he said, shocked once again that he wasn't getting the reference. He was sure everyone had seen Buffy, or at least enough to know who Angel was.

Pete knew he was being dramatic so he settled down, shrugging his shoulders. "It's alright. It's Rataoullie. Like the vegetable dish." Next the wolf would be telling him he didn't know what that was either.

"As well?" he repeated, his eyes catching the glint of fang. It didn't look like a wolf fang. The pieces fell into place but he still didn't move away, likely because the drinks in his system had done enough to dampen his sense of self preservation. "Oh yeah, I got turned into an elf. It's pretty cool actually. I can make you a flower crown if you like?"

[teddy-byrne]

Usually, Teddy would have refrained from drinking from any demon owned establishments, particularly on a night like today..or during an event such as this one. But from the professional stand point, what businessman would not give his competition a try? He'd been eyeing those blood cocktail's for a while and it was not long before he purchased one from one of the stalls, standing aside to drink it in peace.

And yet, a couple of sips was all he had time for before someone addressed him: a man in a dress curious enough to boldly ask him about it. "..not impolite at all." the vampire scoffed, licking at his lips. "It tastes unlike anything I've ever had in that I can't pin it to any species in particular. Not quite, anyway. It's hard to say if it beats the real thing..but yes, it tastes good." Teddy tilted his head, "Who are you?"

[petehenderson]

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While he was normally human, Pete tended not to ask too many questions of creatures that could eat them. He might have been more of a manevolent spirit in the past but he only had things to be happy about these days. Curiosity had gotten the better of him so he had to ask. He would say it was his interest in food that made him curious but it was always a question he had wanted to ask a vampire.

"Good to know. It even looks like it would taste good to me. But I suppose it wouldn't be much of a party treat if they made it taste bad," he replied. It didn't give him an idea of flavour and he was tempted to try it himself but it would just taste like blood to him. "I'm Pete," he greeted, lifting a hand in a small wave. "Or I think I should say, I'm the bearded lady."

[artuswestwood]

"Alas, my better half has left me for greener pastures, and hotter people," he replied, acting dramatic instinctively. It was second nature for him to emphasize his words with some flair. Truth be told, they had planned to split up at some point in the night so they could flirt up whoever had caught their eye without the other being a third wheel. "I was hoping you might be willing to keep me company."

[petehenderson]

"Ah that's a shame. I suppose you can't always be glued at the hip, even metaphorically," he said, chuckling at the little dramatic show. The costume really made it that much better. As much as he knew about Artus, he also knew that his sister had been one of the ones kidnapped, Gwen had shared that news when recovering from the rescue missions. It was good to see it didn't hold either of them back from enjoying a good night. "Little ol' me?" he replied. "Was it because we're matching, in a way?" he asked, noting they both had beards and dresses for the occassion.

[augustine-lycaon]

Augustine sniffed the air, but much to his own disgust, telling another species as a vampire was quite different than as a wolf. Still, he recognized the quirky human whom was employed by his cousin once he got past the pointed ears and different outfit. "We've met," he agreed in acknowledgement. "Rat guy, right?" He smirked, adding, "Pete," in confirmation that he did actually remember. "You'll have to forgive me. I'm big on Halloween or these parties." His gaze roamed the other's form for a minute before adding, "...Bearded lady?"

[petehenderson]

Something didn't quite see the same but Pete wasn't that attuned to supernatural things anymore so he shrugged it off, assuming it was something to do with the event. He opened his mouth and shut it again. "Rat guy? That makes me sound like an eccentric pied piper," he scoffed though it changed into a grin when Augustine actually remembered his name. "Halloween is like the one time of year to be a little dumb and fun, but something tells me the dumb part isn't for you." He wanted to believe the man had fun in his life, or he hoped so. As he was eyed up and down, Pete held the dress out as though he was about to curtsey. "The one and only," he agreed. "And you are... Angel from Buffy?" he asked, he did kind of look like one of those nineties looking vampires with the pale skin and all.

[petehenderson]

cocktails | teddy & pete

for: @teddy-byrne location: the stalls

Being an elf for a night wasn't a bad deal and Pete was enjoying playing around with the magic while he could. He had created flowers for party goers and even put some in his beard to add to the costume. All in all, Pete was enjoying the festivities and with a few drinks in his system, he cared less and less about the demon magic that was all around the carnival.

Deciding he needed a break, he started wandering through the different stalls, looking at the food and drinks with interest. The chef part of him had always been curious about the vampire treats in particular. If you were going to live forever, it seemed like one of the better options after all. Spotting a man with one of the cocktails in his hand, he stepped closer, trying to see if he could see what it smelt like. Admittedly he was curious about what it would taste like too. "It's probably impolite to ask but does that even taste good?" he asked, nodding towards the cocktail in the vampire's hand. "Or is it just an illusion?"