Darnies was very curious just how old the younger vampire had been when she was bit, and how long it has been since. He knew she felt fresh against the wards back at the bar but that could mean any number of years depending on what strain of vamp she was. Watching her bounce around as she took in the Garden made his heart hurt, just a bit. He wondered how she managed such a youthful exuberance, and if maybe he would have looked that excited about things if he still had his Coven with him. When she asked about staying behind, he had to restrain a smile. 

Turning to Vie, he whispered to her, "Make sure you give her some of the O negative strain, it'll chill her out a bit," before turning back to her. "You can stay in the Garden, I'll have Chasa come stay with you once she drops the Hunter behind the Fall. Something tells me you'd love to sample some of our product and Vie knows how everything effects each creature, so she'll chill with ya too." Chasa looked ready to object to leaving his side, but he quickly turned to Simon as the Fae spoke up. The thought of this being a learning experience put an odd taste in his mouth, but he couldn't argue with the Fae; obviously the younger vampire never had a bad enough encounter to make her wary, this might help her realize the severity. "Come in after you've spent some time out here. It tends to be something you have to gather yourself together for so you wont go into a Frenzy, yeah?" The last thing he needed was a rabid baby vampire tearing through his safe haven.

He quickly ushered Simon behind the fountain and watched as Chasa set the Hunter down. He then went all the way to the back of the cavern where the light didn't reach, and took a deep, shaky breath as he went to open the chest there. He fumbled with the lock, breath catching in his throat.

"DarnDarn..." Chasa called softly from the front. 

"I'm ok," he replied, closing his eyes and willing his hands to still. He pressed his magic into the padlock and sighed as it popped open. Darnies should have brought tools with him. Hell, he should have asked Akseli if he had any spare brass knuckles, that would have been a start. But there was something...poetic, almost, about them using the tools and chains he was pulling out. Chasa was stiff as a board next to Simon as she listened to the manacles clink and crash together. He knew she didn't like these items any more than he did, what with his residual emotions regarding them no doubt seeping into her during her creation.

He came back into the light with the manacles and a rolled up leather case, stained with long-dried blood.

His, of course. And the blood of every other Witch the Brant family had ever tortured and killed. He held the case out to Simon and quickly dropped it into the Fae's hands. 

"Don't worry, all the tools you're getting are iridium, they won't burn you." The [i]just keep them the fuck away from me[/i] went unsaid, but he's sure the Fae got the message. He held the chains up next, but his hands couldn't seem to let go of them, despite the redness it caused his hands and the smoke rising from the point of contact. Chasa took that moment to come over, gently placing her hands over his and making him jump. He must have been zoning out, because his skin was redder, and the hot needle feeling had made it all the way up his arm. He had gotten lost staring at the filed and scratched surface of the manacles where all of the binding runes had sat, before he couldn't take it one day early on in their stay at the garden. He had spent the whole day filing off the evil things so there was no trace of what they could even have been. 

"DarnDarn, let me," Chasa spoke up, taking the damned things from his rigid grip and chaining the Hunter up with an efficiency that told the others she had done this before. Of course, she and Darnies hadn't tortured or imprisoned Hunters down here before, but that doesn't mean they never have. She finished the last bolt and got up, turning to the two men. "Darn-"

"I changed my mind, you stay here with Simon and I'll go entertain Baby Vamp, I need to...chill." and he was gone, leaving Fae and Golem to stare at each other.

"Sorry," Chasa spoke up, tilting her head at the tools in the Fae's hands. "Lots of bad memories." That was all the explanation she'd give him, as any Creature older than a few years would be fairly aware of just what that entailed, especially if Simon had figured out just [i]what[/i] Darnies was.

"Sooooooo," she clapped her hands together, the sound booming even over the sound of the water behind them. "Torture time? Darnies will come back inside to heal him up if you think you went too far."
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"Hey Baby Vamp, Neirie, change of plans! Do you smoke? I need a very big blunt and I haven't had a chance to sell my newest Blood Strain, so y'all would make great taste testers!" He was totally cheery. No racing heart or fuzzy head as the memories ate at him whole, definitely not.

The look Vie gave him said he couldn't even lie to himself.