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[center]Natural History Museum, NYC[/center]


The displays were nice, well laid out. And unlike his past home not a single thing looted or sacked no cleaning bots floating about no Sentry Bots patrolling the halls, no lasers or plasma turrets lining the walls. Had it not been for Supers and Supernaturals this world would be paradise for him, still as it were this world was nearly perfect filled with all sorts of pleasures he and Carol could enjoy. He pondered this and more whilst browsing the exhibits following the scent of blood although he did linger purposefully fully aware that whatever caused that much blood to be spilled might be lurking. Barron cared little for what happened to others so he had no reason to make haste to discover its source he did however want a coffee mug from the gift shop. The employee at the shop stopped to ask if he was looking for anything, and Barron turned to him. [color=cd0000]”Yeah, you got these mugs engraved, etched into the mug itself?”[/color] 


“Ah yes,” The Employee said with some feigned excitement. “We do have some more intricate designs over here behind the counter, I’ll bring as few out.” Turning on his heel the blonde haired Employee sat them across the counter as Barron picked through them, settling on a golden laced mug and getting it wrapped to go. Carrying the cheap bag in hand somewhat pleased with himself over his gaudy purchase, mugs were always something he liked to grab back in his other world so he didn’t mind stopping by and buying overpriced baubles mostly out of habit, but enough of that, he thought time to see what blood has been spilled. 


The people that came with the tour guide had left somewhere else, already past this area of interest, leaving the amount of people in the area to a minimum to control collateral damage, or so he thought as he rounded a corner just off the main toured area he saw a young already transformed Werewolf, and several others. Two with magic and another a Wolf. He clapped his hands together and smiled. [color=cd0000]”Did I miss the filming of Teen Wolf, no. Anyone? Well good thing I came, Furrykins here needs to be put back in his cage, and by that I mean his human guise. Can’t have young Pups roaming the halls of a Museum, who might you kiddos be then? All gathered round a Witch?[/color]


Barron snapped his fingers in remembrance and gladly exclaimed. [color=cd0000]”My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself, name’s Barron Vanderbilt, Elder Blood Breed Vamp. If the Witch is up for it I may have a way of being normal back to Golden Boy here.”[/color]