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Rain trailed after the group as it headed to the docks, preferring to be at the back of the group so she could continue her observations. In her mind things were going well so far, nobody had cottoned on that she was a werewolf yet and even if they had she hadn't received the typical fey reaction -throw magic at it until it was forced to retreat-, which she was pleased about. There was a stigma about werewolves around the area she lived in, tales of the monsters living in 'their' forests, monsters that had hunted them relentlessly in the past. [color=lightseagreen][i]Tales forged of lies...[/i][/color] Rain ran a hand through her hair, pushing her thoughts aside as she noticed two more people approach Vicki. 

A woman with living snakes instead of hair and a man wearing sunglasses, both of which looked rather confused about what was going on. Rain had to wonder why they were at the docks, they didn't look or smell like they worked here...she didn't wonder long however as the woman stated she wanted to help. Listening to multiple conversations behind her with her sharp hearing Rain moved over to the edge of the docks looking down into the water below before lifting her eyes to the horizon. She still wasn't used to seeing such a vast amount of water, let alone travelling across it, the sharpness of the air stung her nose a little as a light breeze rolled off of the waves, curling around her and gently playing with her hair as it passed. 

Rain turned her head to the side as Vicki disappeared into the boat [color=lightseagreen][i]I wonder if that's all she worries about[/i][/color] the werewolf couldn't help but think it must have been nice to have little else to worry about beside lining your own pockets. Unless her peaceful contemplation was disturbed she reluctantly boarded the boat, wrinkling her nose and seeking out a spot as far away from the crates of fish as she could get...she hated fish, the taste, the smell even the feel of it. The werewolf was really hoping this part of the journey wouldn't take too long as she settled in a far corner, leaning back against the cold metal wall, she pulled at the thin chain around her neck lifting the small vial attached to it out of her cleavage and into her waiting palm. Holding the vial between her fingers she inspected the black substance within it, moving her hand so it swished against the sides of the glass, proceeding to play with it absently as she drifted into her own thoughts yet again...silently hoping someone would save her from her memories. 

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Crash tilted his head slightly to the side as Maria turned to acknowledge him, a small grin worked its way onto his face as she reached up and ruffled his hair. He was rather surprised to receive such a warm welcome from her...though the hair ruffle brought on a small sense of nostalgia, there was only one person that used to ruffle his hair like that back in the day...[color=red]"Thank you"[/color] He grinned, watching Maria's hand as she made a circular shape in the air in front of her. The shapeshifter couldn't recall seeing the headmistress do something like this before, as the image appeared in the hazy purple circle  he was pretty much mesmerised by it...he was still easily amused. 

Hearing Maria speak he turned and quickly blinked at her with his good eye, nodding his head to show he had acknowledged what she had said. As she begun to move away Crash lifted a hand touching his temple with his index and middle finger he gave the silver haired woman his best smile and saluted her. [color=red]"Bye for now"[/color]. Once Maria had moved away from him Crash turned his attention back to the magic haze in front of him, barely resisting the urge to touch it. He tried to forced himself to concentrate on remembering the path he was being shown...unfortunately he still wasn't good at remembering directions...and he doubted a quick text would help him this time. 

As the haze begun to fade away, Crash thrust his hand forward grinning as the purple haze snaked through his fingers for a few moments before disappearing in a poof of smoke. Realising he was still grinning like an idiot, Crash retracted his hand and straightened up turning in the direction he had been shown, he cast one last look at the rest of the group making their way for the docks before leaning forward and dropping down to all fours. In a poof of purple smoke he shifted into a large red pelted wolf, shaking out his coat he looked back over his shoulder at the unimpressed looking woman behind him before barking once and shooting off down the road. 

It took him about 15 minutes to finally track down Prometheus's home. With his head lowered and nose to the ground the Crash wolf made his way right up to the door, sniffing it curiously before tilting his head to the side. He couldn't pick up any familiar scents...yet again he hadn't actually met this 'Prometheus' before. With a small huff the Crash wolf reared up on its hind legs changing back into a human in another puff of purple smoke. [color=red]"Well...here goes nothing"[/color] Crash murmured to himself, reaching up and either pressing the door bell or knocking on the door before lifting a hand to rest on the back of his neck, tentatively touching the bandanna resting around his neck.