Both Magicals repressed their shiver when they felt the man's gaze on their beings; every second he spent on them felt like razors peeling their skin to find whatever information lie beneath. Darnies was trying not to stress how he leaned his weight on his cane, keeping it as ambiguous as possible where his weakness might be. He saw Chasa's fingers, which were splayed backwards as her hand was on her hip, twitch few times, seemingly erratic. It told him, however, that her instincts were getting stronger as the man looked at the both of them, and [i]that[/i] told him that the man had learned something of them from his little once-overs; he didn't know what it was, but it put him in just a bit more danger somehow, so it wasn't anything good.

The man had begun answering Darnies's wary query by explaining how he ran into the [i]putzes[/i] from the bar fight and decided to check shit out himself. He said it in a silver tongued way that had his magic buzzing nervously beneath his skin until the old man's eyes were suddenly off of them and snapped onto the Fae who'd abruptly entered the conversation. DarnDarn heard his name- [i]'Ch'yeah right, [b]Simon.'[/b][/i]- for the first time in the cobblestone alley outside his favorite bar, despite having seen him in the bar quite a few times. The man never seemed too approachable to Darnies and when he had questioned Chasa she said that she didn't feel the need to protect against the Fae, so they'd left him alone.

[i]Simon[/i] drew the likely-a-Hunter's attention and Darnies and Chasa took that moment to back step a few feet, nodding to Simon in acknowledgement, whether he had intended to help them that way or not. They were making their way to the door- Chasa picking up the dustpan with the glass Darnies had previously swept up and Darnies re-wrapping the bar rag around his still bleeding arm- when part of their conversation floated over to them, making Darnies stop.

[i][color=F0E68C]"-You do not seem like type who is suffering in quiet desperation yearning to be free."[/color][/i]

[i]'What the fuck? Who does this asshole think he is?'[/i] Darnies thought, feeling a brief flare of rage ignite within him, keeping him frozen for just a second longer than would be normal until the vampire girl inside made herself- and her post-meal clothing- the center of attention. [i]'Absolute moron...'[/i] was all his brain could supply as the bloody cuffs were in full view to the dangerous man, and the alleyway as a whole. He went to interject when suddenly there was another woman there, and Simon drew [i]Josip's[/i] attention away again. [i]'I'll sell my cane, Kindered Wand and all if that's his real name.'[/i]

The woman began her path to the young Vampire after making her comment, probing look at him and Chasa included, and Simon was luring Josip to the door with promises of a drink, leaving Chasa and Darnies to quietly enter before them lest they bottleneck the door. Chasa casually dumped the contents of the dustpan into the trashcan just inside the door, being subtle about how she was [i]still[/i] between Darnies and the man. That left Darnies closest to the Vampire girl and he was about to give her some [i]hot tips about how not to be spotted by Hunters and endanger every Supernatural being around[/i] when the woman from the alley stepped through the broken window, sending his wards abuzz under his skin. This time, however an electric shock came with it as well and and his step stuttered just long enough for his knee to give out on him, making him lurch forward slight before he got his cane back under him for balance.

He'd only ever felt that when something [i]old[/i] enters the bar. He had gotten a shock so bad when Aharon had walked through before Darnies had added him into the wards, that he had actually collapsed straight onto the ground and got a nosebleed for the next hour. Of course Aharon being a Seraphim has existed since damn near the beginning of time while this presence was just...old. The spasm in his spine lessened and he looked up with a visible wince, meeting the eyes of the Vampire in front of him as he took in the wards glowing around her. To his eyes only, of course. [i]That[/i] is not something he remembers happening before.

Large, warm hands landed on his shoulders and helped him straighten up. "DarnDarn, you ok?" Chasa asked, looking at him in confusion.

He grunted as he was straightened and gave her a small smile in thanks. "I'm fine, just...curious. Why don't you go help that girl clean up in the bathroom, neither of them have been here before so they wouldn't know where the spare clothes are kept."

Chasa gave him a wary look, and one over her shoulder at the threat -[i]who hasn't yet entered the building so Darnies can't get a read on him[/i]- for good measure before taking him around the two vampires and setting him down in a booth. As he settled in she turned to the two at the window. "Ladies? Time to powder our noses?" She joked with a grin.