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Post by shraider on Dec 8, 2015 22:28:56 GMT -6
It was still early as bar hopping went; midnight, probably a little after. The blonde that leaned against the bar wondered if that's why this particular pub was rather quiet. People chattered quietly at tables, nursing drinks while others crowded around the very few pools tables that the premises contained.  As it was, Des didn't mind. Although crowds had more interesting people to watch and entertain himself with, sometimes a quiet night was nice too. Taking a sip of the rye and coke he had in his glass, his eyes fell on the dark form occupying the corner table. No one inside was approaching the table, but neither did they seem to notice the man. No, not a man, a creature. Des' creature to be precise. Smiling coyly, he waved at his companion but it was only received with a roll of the eyes and rumpled feathers. Snorting, Des' attention was suddenly drawn by a couple standing near the bar a few paces away. At first glace it would appear that the two were together, but at a closer inspection it was more than apparent that the man's presence was unwanted. Well versed in the ways of drunk and disorderly men, the blonde set a narrowed glare on the man. If he didn't leave soon he would intervene. |
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 13, 2015 19:31:36 GMT -6
Noah checked the time on his phone for the sixth time in the past half hour. A hunter he was supposed to meet with was over an hour late, with no sign of showing up any time soon.
This elicited a sigh from him as he scanned the room. He glanced past the looming tower of feathers in the corner. Whatever creature it was, it had been there for a while and didn't seem to be bothering others. In any other situation, he may have gone over to chat, but with other people around he figured it best be left to it's own devices.
There were no new faces since last time he had looked up, in fact almost nothing had changed in the past eight minutes.
What had changed however, was the girl near the bar was now shooting death glares over at a couple. Jealousy? It looked like the two were fighting though, as voices started to raise over the music. Maybe she intended to stop it.
'Maybe I'll just let this play out' he thought, not too keen on getting involved in other people's lives.
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Post by shraider on Dec 13, 2015 20:31:50 GMT -6
Frowning, the blonde waited as he watched the couple to his right, as if daring the drunkard to make a wrong move.
Annnd, there it is.
The man had managed to slip a hand up the woman's skirt resulting in a hard yet mostly ineffective push from the woman. But when the man's hand came up, Des' was there to catch it before it came down.
Both rather startled, the drunk took a moment to very obviously look the blonde up and down. He must be well over a foot taller then Des, outweighing him by at least one hundred pounds. But as far as he knew, the small blonde who's grip had softened on his arm was a woman. A woman with an innocent smile on her face and a dress that only reached mid thigh. What he also didn't know was that just under that dress, tucked safely in thigh holsters were guns.
"What. Y'want a piece of this too?"
Not saying a word, Des nodded to the young lady he'd saved who mouthed him a thank you and an apology as she slipped away.
"Yer ears workin' there?" The drunkards hands were moving again, this time towards Des' skirt. But again, the blonde caught them while twisting away, smile all the while on his face.
Across the room, the creature that hung in the corner rose to his feet, his towering height casting a shadow that no one seemed to notice. But even if someone did, his golden eyes were narrowed and fixed on his companion. This was so typical of his human. At this point whenever they came into a pub, it was something Hektor expected. He normally didn't have to intervene, but he could never be too cautious.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 13, 2015 21:11:53 GMT -6
'Wow, she's fast' the young hunter thought with genuine surprise.
His attention was quickly drawn away however, to the now-standing mass in the corner. Between stopping a fight between humans, and keeping something entirely inhuman out of the fray, the later takes priority. Sliding out of his seat and making his way around to where it stood he quietly cleared his throat to get it's attention before speaking.
"You look smart enough to keep out of human affairs. Don't involve yourself in this."
His voice was low and commanding, but he prayed things wouldn't escalate to physical. With Garm outside he had no backup, and lacked any weapons other than his words.
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Post by shraider on Dec 13, 2015 23:00:44 GMT -6
Hearing the hunter clear his throat, Hektor paid it no mind until the second time. Humans couldn't see him, and even if they were 'open minded', his kind was not normally part of the spectrum of creatures they would see. That was why he generally ignored any conversation that happened around him, filing them away under none of his concern. When he finally realized that in fact this man was speaking to him, the meaning of the words were already registering. Tipping his head to the side, he slid his eyes over to regard the man, bristling slightly when he realized that he couldn't even look down on the speaker. He towered over most human kind, but this man stood almost as tall as him.  "I will not intervene unless I must intervene." He spoke, his voice still thickly accented with some ancient language despite the centuries that had passed since he'd spoken it. What was happening with Des was considerably less concerning than the fact that this human was speaking to him. "You look at me not with fear. Not many would dare do so, unless you are...." A hunter. Considering all things, this man being a hunter was probably the reality of the situation. Which meant that the drunken human his companion was about to off was the least of their worries. Across the building, Des had seemingly woo'd the drunkard into a false sense of security. Having managed to twist away from the reaching hands, Des stepped close leaning forward on the tips of his toes to whisper something in the man's ear. "If you follow me out the back, I'd show you a good time." |
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 14, 2015 0:16:23 GMT -6
"I'm not an enemy unless I must be." His words echoing the sentiment of the creature's first reply.
The hunter glanced back over to the bar, relieved it hadn't come to blows, before continuing "I only came over to make sure things didn't escalate."
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Post by shraider on Dec 14, 2015 0:47:52 GMT -6
Glancing sidelong at the brunette, Hektor scoffed. "Kch."  "How very hunter of you. To see the plight of that woman but turn a blind eye in favor of watching me." Truely, Hektor didn't really care what was happening to that young woman his companion had saved. But he knew Des did and that made it his business as well. The blonde was his human, and he would always be on and at his side. His yellow gaze turned and then focused on Des who was leading the drunk across the bar towards the back exit. "But if what you wish is to stop the taking of a human life, I am not the one to watch." He then focused that piercing gaze back on the man. "I have somewhere to be. Unless you're going to "attempt" to keep me here." He emphasized the word, attempting and failing to loom over the other. Very aware of the potential danger, Hektor shifted his wing over his shoulder slightly, ready for the steel feathers to shield him for any attack. |
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 14, 2015 1:42:33 GMT -6
"Not a fan of hunters I'm guessing. Can't really blame you for that." He looked back to the two who were now leaving "Humans aren't really my forte, so I only get involved if it's serious." a quick nod in the blonde's direction "That one seemed to have it under control in any case" The hunter gave a small shrug and took a step back, "well, no reason to keep you if you're not looking for trouble." Turning, he started making his way to the back exit "I'll be off."  |
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Post by shraider on Dec 14, 2015 2:12:49 GMT -6
For a moment, Hektor was glad that the brunette was leaving. Except instead of turning towards the front door, he turned towards the back. Frowning, he followed behind the man. He did seem nice enough, calm and level headed for a hunter. Was it because he was unarmed and unprepared? Because he felt out manned or didn't have backup? Or was the fact that he seemed to leave without any trouble simply because he truly didn't want any? Regardless of what his designs were, things might be different when he walked out that back door onto the scene that would definitely be waiting for them. Surely enough, the muffled pop of a gun could be heard even from in the bar. - Pulling the drunk out the backdoor by a wrist and flashing him a flirty smile, Des made sure the back door had swung shut before letting his scarf flitter to the ground. But when he turned serious eyes to the drunk man that was once again about to advance on him, his gaze fell on something much more startling. The dog had lifted it's head in passing curiosity when the two had exited the bar, but at the blonde's loud squeal of delight it raised it's head again. Locking eyes with the massive creature, Des distractedly fended off the drunk with one hand. "Oh, you sweet thing!" He called to it. "I'm gonna be right over there to pet you, you just gotta give momma a minute." A minute to kill this man. Finally turning his full attention to the drunk, the blonde grabbed the man by both shoulders, slamming him into the wall of the bar. The drunk's face split in a grin but was quickly halted with the loud bang of a gun that had been withdrawn and fired faster than he could comprehend. He slipped down the wall onto the cement as the blood started to seep out of the chest wound. Letting the entire facade fall away, Des frowned down at the body. "Garbage." He spoke quietly and was just about to turn his attention back to the dog when the back door opened again. Small gun still in his hand, the blonde frowned up at the open door.  |
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 14, 2015 3:22:06 GMT -6
Leaving the creature behind, the hunter walked with a determined speed across the bar to the exit.
Of all things Noah expected to hear as he reached for the handle, a gunshot wasn't top of the list. Pushing open the door he was met with a slight chill of midnight air, the muggy humidity of Summer, and a dead man not five feet away. He looked up from the pooling blood to meet with the shockingly blue eyes of the assailant. Though he had seen far worse in his lifetime as a hunter, walking into a fresh murder scene wasn't how he had been planning to spend the night, and he had a feeling it was going to get a lot worse if he didn't play his cards right.
The door slid shut next to him, but the rustling sound of feathers that had been behind him suggested that the hunter wasn't going to be alone out here. He had a suspicion that the murderer in front of him and the bird man he had been talking to were a team, but now he would find out for sure if the door opened again. Not breaking eye contact he put his hands up and took a couple steps away from the exit.
"I guess I got here a little late." his voice was clear and calm, not reflecting the situation he was in at all.
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Post by shraider on Dec 14, 2015 13:33:55 GMT -6
Studying the brunette for a moment, Des didn't make any move to put away his weapon. The height difference alone put him at a disadvantage, seeing as the man stood ten inches taller then him. Not to mention that his normal facade of innocent femininity would no longer work here. But even then, although he did not holster the gun, neither did he raise it.
"A little late?" The tenor of his voice was just accented enough that one could recognize he was Russian. "You have no relevance in what happened here at all. And even if you did, this man was trash and got exactly what was coming to him." He smiled then, his icy eyes softening. "So why don't you just forget you ever saw this, hm?"
When the door opened again, Des worried that some other curious bar patron would be standing there but instead it was only Hektor stepping outside.
Ruffling his feathers, he glanced wearily at the brunette. "Hunter." He spoke. His words were not addressed to the man in question, but Des.
Smile falling away and expression darkening, the blonde frowned. "Well, shit."
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 14, 2015 15:11:17 GMT -6
Despite the clear change in atmosphere at those words, the Blonde had yet to point a gun towards Noah. Things could be worse. He lowered his arms slowly before speaking again, keeping his hands in sight. "It was your friend here, tall, dark, and feathery, who tipped me off to following you out here. Something like 'I'm not the one to watch if you're looking to stop the taking of a life,' wasn't it?" The hunter briefly broke eye contact to look further down the alley. His eyes met with another pair before returning back to the cold gaze of the person in front of him.
Now far closer, and not under the dim bar lighting, he noticed they were far more masculine than he had previously realized. Even if his own contract partner was able to disarm them, it looked like they would still pose a threat if they attacked. Not to mention the bird behind him. He had already seen the metallic feathers up close, and wasn't too eager to learn how sharp they may be.
The only choice here seemed to be to keep the conversation going.
In the breath before speaking, a single empty soda can clattered across the ground. The beast who had tipped it over, an enormous black dog, stopped in it's tracks.
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Post by shraider on Dec 14, 2015 15:54:16 GMT -6
Des lifted a brow, sending a glance at his companion.
"He does not seem like the threatening kind. But I thought you should talk to him in case you want to take him out." Hektor shrugged slightly, his feathers rustling with the movement.
At the sudden clattering behind him, the blonde shot a glance behind him. "Sorry puppy, you'll have to wait." He spoke to the dog before turning back to address Hektor. "Keep an eye on that one."
This was a difficult situation. Hektor didn't seem overly threatened by the man despite him being a hunter. And if anything, he trusted his companion's judgement. "So what now, hunter? You came out here with the intention of stopping me but failed. And if I had any mind I'd kill you not only for witnessing this but merely because of your title...but Hektor didn't seem to deem you a threat." He pursed his lips, tapping his trigger finger on the side of the gun in contemplation. "Personally, I think I'd rather part ways here and hope that I don't find myself with another warrant from the Society." God knows, he already had enough of them. He couldn't show his face in most of Russia, Greece or Poland without the cavalry being brought down on his head.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 16, 2015 7:39:24 GMT -6
Wording clearly pointing towards these two being hunters of another kind put Noah more than a little on edge. Hunters of hunters among magical creatures aren't strange to come across, but a human? That was a little more uncommon. Still, they seemed willing to let him go despite the fact he'd been marked down as a hunter to them. Was it safe to trust that he wouldn't be back stabbed the moment he turned to leave? "Letting me go then? How generous." He looked again to the beast of a dog slowly walking closer to Noah's conversation partner "your dog hasn't got my scent to hunt me down later, does he?" In truth, the dog was his own contract partner, and that was just enough of a cue for Garm to make its move. It took the last two steps closing the distance between itself and the smaller man. In one fell swoop it's tongue was all over the mans face. Close enough to get his scent for later, and grab the gun if needed.  |
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Post by shraider on Dec 16, 2015 15:12:51 GMT -6
"Oh on, he's not mine. But I'd much prefer if you didn't go near him eithe-AAAUGH." Des was cut off before finishing by the large and warm tongue dragging a gob of slobber up the side of his face. Squealing in quite an undignified way, he tried to wipe it away, smearing mascara in the process.
"That's disgusting." He glared at the dog for a moment before patting it on the shoulder. "Thank you for that."
Pausing to gather his thoughts once more, he frowned over his shoulder at his companion. "I thought I said watch him?"
The bird shrugged, about to answer when the distant sound of sirens could be heard. "Des." He said instead, but the blonde had already heard them.
"I think that's my cue to leave." Des smiled at the hunter, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Seriously, I'll know if anything happens to that dog."
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