"'s cool," Parry said, rubbing Rikive's back in sympathy. "Parents c'n be assholes sometimes. But sending you on a quest fer grankids is kinda weird. I can find you one to take back an' say it's yours!"

Parry snickered, thinking about some of the frightening toddlers he could send back in Rikive's arms. Ms. Heimdall would be floored at the idea of her daughter coming back with a werewolf babe in arms.

Parry, inebriated as he was, walked out of the bar with Rikive hauling him by the arm. The cool night air left his exposed legs shivering while the sailor skirt blew in the wind. Parry hadn't bothered to change back into his regular clothes since they'd long since been splattered by alcohol from their numerous bar hops. 

"But Riki! Why would you want to forget that?" Parry giggled with a smile, launching into a pirouet. "It was one of my best dance routines! And-"

[i][b]WHOOOOOOSH![/b][/i]

Parry stopped in place, the brief gust of wind sending his hair flying about while he balanced on his shoes.

"Riki?" He asked, looking left and right down the road. "Riki?"

His Norse companion was gone, with not so much as a peep uttered. Parry was about to chalk it up to a drunken return to Asgard, her girl's night out mission fulfilled, when the wind shifted. And he caught the scent.

Dead, but not rotting. The smell of dried and embalmed flesh, like a body laid out in a funeral home for one day too many.

And seconds later, a smell had hadn't smelled since he cut himself shaving his legs the other day.

"Oh FUCKS!" Parry's mind and body switched into overdrive, trying to speed up his own metabolism to get rid of the drunken effects of the alcohol. Unfortunately, he couldn't get far past "tipsy" into "sober" before he started running.

They were only two blocks from his place. It had wards against vampires. And it was definitely off limits to anyone uninvited by order of de Lacy.

"Rikive," Parry yelled, taking off at full speed down the road, following her scent- he wasn't a bloodhound, and if the wind shifted he would lose her potentially for good. Bloodsuckers nomming on a demigoddess would upset de Lacy's secret, much less Heimdall himself. 

Parry would be a dead Celestial if that happened, either way.

"If you can hear me, break a wall or something! Rikive!"