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Post by shraider on Dec 16, 2015 20:26:51 GMT -6
Andrew had been to a lot of places. Having started his career in America, his hunt quickly took him across the sea to Europe. And in the span of ten years, he'd been just about everywhere one could go when doing the lords work. Predictably, in all of those places, the people all seemed the same; much to easily swayed by power and evil. It wasn't that he was oblivious to the fact that the societies of hunters hated him, he just never let it get to him. He considered himself more of a mercenary anyway. The lords mercenary carrying all of the power of god with him. Having been pawned off by Norway, he found himself climbing the steps of the hunters society in this particular tiny town once again. The hunter had always been fond of this place, if only because of the abundance of evil he was able to smite from the face of the earth. The activity here was huge, but that went for any town with a rift. Taking the steps two at a time, his trench flared behind him from the woosh of air when he pushed open the front doors.  The young woman sitting at the front counter didn't look up as he strode over to her. "Honey, I believe there's a parcel for me." His voice was still tainted with thick Texan despite not seeing home in a decade. "Andrew Adams." Looking up, the woman's face paled. She'd never met this man before but had been thoroughly warned by the director, the assistant director, about fourteen hunters and a good number of scouts. "Y-Yes, of course, Mr. Adams." Turning in her chair she retrieved the parcel, handing it to the middle aged hunter over the desk. Grinning widely, he cracked open the cardboard and withdrew the contents; a high-end, well kept, shot gun with a phrase engraved on the side. 'The word of god.' Checking it over and seeming satisfied, he slung it over his shoulder before leaning forward on the desk. "How long have ya been workin' here, honey?" Uncomfortable, the young receptionist tried not to make eye contact. "About three years now." "How many of them sons-a-bitches abominations wandering around here now days?" He paused before adding on, "Y'know, them hell bound idiots that love gettin' chummy with the demons." Speechless, the receptionist only blinked at the man. Luckily, movement down the hall to the right caught his eye. An older hunter had rounded the corner, met Andrews gaze, stopped dead in his tracks and then promptly ran full tilt the opposite direction. "I see the greeting here is just as warm as ever." He laughed, looking down at the squirming young lady. "Anyway, your supposed ta have a room ready? I'll be in town a while." |
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Post by Liam Solheim on Dec 16, 2015 22:52:03 GMT -6
Today felt like it was going to be a bad day. It had been too long since a decent hunt had come up recently, and Liam had started to feel himself loose grip on the power he'd stolen from the last beast he ripped the soul out of. If the scouts haven't brought back any good news this time then he was going to go out of town and find something on his own regardless of it's classification. Before he could turn the corner to the main entrance though, another Hunter came rushing around, crashing hard into his shoulder. With a stammered sorry the Hunter was off again before Liam even had the chance to glare. "What had him so scared?" Luca murmured seemingly to herself, though her question was exactly what he wanted to know himself. Only a few things could scare a hunter like that. Especially in such a secure place as this. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all. Making their way around the corner answered that question as soon as Liam set eyes on a scraggly-haired Hunter in a cowboy hat.  "You." If looks could kill, this hunter would be dead where he stands. "No wonder that other guy was running away; who the hell sent YOU back here?" He spat out as if the words themselves were repulsive. "You know this is my turf." Luca looked between the two a little confused and a little afraid at the sudden shift in mood. |
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Post by shraider on Dec 16, 2015 23:28:57 GMT -6
"We um.." The receptionist stammered at his question. She had been instructed to try and divert this man the hell out of the facility but knew it would be difficult. "Let me go check." Standing, she hurried away just as the new voice addressed the the Texan. Raising 'God's word' and resting it on his shoulder, he spoke. "Ain't seen your name on it, boy." He remembered this one, if only vaguely. He'd met a lot of hunters that hated him over the years, but never one so cold and....unsettling. "But even if this town had a giant billboard flashin' yer name, I'm doing the lords work and nothin's gonna stop me." Noticing the woman standing behind Liam and his considerable presence, Andrew cocked his head to the side. "Don't think we've ever met, Honey. They call me Andrew. What you doin' by the side of a piece of work like this?"  |
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Post by Liam Solheim on Dec 17, 2015 1:12:40 GMT -6
Luca shrunk a little at being addressed by the new Hunter. Liam maybe volatile at times, but she had never seen him so enraged at the mere sight of another person before, she didn't want to further agitate the situation. Thankfully, Liam spoke up instead. Tone still full of spite, he taunted back at the Hunter "Always the Lord's work, isn't it? Hefty words for one who's gotten their hands dirtied by blood. You speak like you're any more noble than myself." He took a side step to block Luca from view. "This girl is none of your business. Now, why don't you scamper on back to America before I run you out of this city by force."  |
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Post by shraider on Dec 17, 2015 13:43:39 GMT -6
"I'm on a holy mission. The only blood I've spilled is from abominations and smears on God's lovely earth." He tapped the shotgun on his shoulder a few times, as if to remind the other that it was there. "And I will continue his work until I've smite every single disgusting creature from the face of existence." He then used the barrel of 'God's word' to tip back is hat slightly. "You can certainly try, boy. But much greater powers have tried to take my life and failed. I've got god on my side." Reaching into his inner jacket he pulled out a piece of paper. "And that brings me to why I'm returned to 'your' lovely town." Turning, he strode over to the small cork-board that was hanging beside the desk. Papers already hung on it, some advertising nights out, others lessons of all kinds. Andrew tacked up the paper he was holding over top a hand printed paper about a lost dog.  "I'm on the hunt. Been after this blonde little fuck and his huge abomination of a bird for years. Got away from me in Greece and then again in Poland. If you're wantin' true evil you got it right here." He tapped the wanted poster. "And I ain't leavin' until I'm sure these two demon's ain't nowhere in this town." |
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Post by Liam Solheim on Dec 17, 2015 15:13:38 GMT -6
Was it even possible for this man to talk about anything else? He hasn't changed in the slightest from his last crusade through the city, still spouting nonsense about acting out God's will. It would almost be sad if not for how often Liam found him in the way of his own hunts. He had heard enough at this point. "Well, whatever helps you live with yourself." A short dismissive retort, intended to be the last words before taking leave, but the older Hunter wasn't done running his mouth yet.
A team that's escaped Andrew's purge? It would be a lie to say this wasn't an interesting bit of information, maybe something good has come of this meeting after all.
In that moment another Hunter slinked through the door from the hallway past Liam.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 17, 2015 15:34:32 GMT -6
Noah had been busy for a good portion of the night sending word out that the notoriously disliked hunter Andrew Adams was back in town, and despite getting back to the society to rest, his face showed his exaustion. Still, there were things to be done today as well.
Walking down the hallway to the foyer, he noticed people standing in the doorway. He, perhaps unfortunately, recognized both of them. As he got closer, Luca turned to see who was approaching. In truth, Noah had no problem with her. She was quiet and always looked a little lost, but she was kind. He flashed her a tired smile. The other of the two however was not someone he was overly fond of. An older Hunter than himself, and one of the worst to belong to this Society in particular. To him, hunting was just a game. It sounded like he was talking with someone too. That's... rare.
Garm trailed behind him as he slipped past Liam, who said nothing, but Noah could feel the cold stare as he passed by. He was headed for the door out until a roughly accented voice called out.
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Post by shraider on Dec 17, 2015 15:47:33 GMT -6
"I can't believe their still letting you walk around here with that demon of yours, boy!" Andrew called out to Noah as he passed. Like Liam, he remembered the young hunter, if only because of the beast that followed him. "That thing came right outta hell and will drag you straight there for gettin' cozy with it!"
Eyeing the massive dog, the older hunter dropped the shotgun from his shoulder down to his side.
"This is what I mean. How are we s'posed to cleanse this world when we got people makin' deals with the devil?" His offhanded comment was directed to Liam and woman hanging behind him. But he probably would have spoken it aloud had he been standing alone in the hallway.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 17, 2015 18:06:21 GMT -6
Last time this awful Hunter had been here Noah was far too afraid to speak up against him and his jabs. Not that he had much to reply with back then anyway. Now though? Age brought a sharp tongue and quick wit. "Here I was thinking that if I didn't believe in you hard enough that you'd just disappear. Guess not." He turned to Garm who was giving off a low growl at the man "Hey boy, is it true, are you going to take me to hell? Gee golly, I guess that's why you're called a Hellhound!" His voice was full of false cheer but his expression went right back to tired and unamused as he looked back up at the old Hunter.
"I have places to be." With that, he pushed open the front door and took off down the steps.
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Post by Liam Solheim on Dec 17, 2015 18:26:35 GMT -6
Liam wasn't particularity fond of the young Hunter, who was more of a pacifist and foolish enough to tie his lifeline to a dog, but him mouthing off to Andrew was quite the sight. Folding his arms, he watched the interaction with a slight smirk. It was a shame the kid was leaving so soon, he would have liked to watch it play out a little longer.
Catching a side eye from the Texan with his last comment he dropped his arms back to his side "Taking personal shots at me now?" He took a few steps closer to the bulletin board, Luca following in step behind. "Your time would be better spent telling me about those two."
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Post by shraider on Dec 17, 2015 19:15:39 GMT -6
"Not particularly." The older hunter turned back to Liam after watching the boy and his hound leave. "I don't exactly like you, but at least there's redemption if you found god. Unlike that one and his creature. He's laid with the devil and there's no going back."
Returning 'God's Word' back up to rest on his shoulder, he glanced over at the poster. "Ya see, I'd be inclined to believe that your interest in these two is because you plan to steal my quarry." He sighed, scratching the stubble on his face before continuing. "But if I don't tell you, they might take take you out. This world can't afford a warrior of the cause to go down, even if he's not a believer. So I suppose I'll let you in on what I know."
"Met them first in Greece. We were on the hunt for a Nemean Lion that had killed a few innocents in the area. We'd almost taken the atrocity down when those two stepped in. Warriors of the devil they are, protectors of demons and the like. They killed my two partners in the fight that ensued. The bird has steel wings and acted as the blonde's shield, but if you get past those wings you can hurt him." As he spoke, he turned to the desk and began pulling knives from the box that had held his gun and started depositing them in the slots of his inner jacket.
"As soon as I injured the bird the blonde went down as well, so I assume they got themselves a deal. I figured I could take either of em out and it would kill the other, but before I could so much as get a shot off, they fled. Cowards and devils, they are. Dangerous too. Gave me an impressive array of scars, if you want to see em."
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Post by Liam Solheim on Dec 17, 2015 20:21:28 GMT -6
Steal his quarry? Liam had some sense of honor when it came to who hunted what in town, but this was coming from the guy who said this city didn't have his name on it. Part of him wanted to track them down just out of spite, but spite wasn't the only enticing aspect. A duo that's taken out multiple hunters in one go was an exhilarating thought.
"So they're the rumored killers that were tearing up Societies a while back then?" He looked the two drawings over "I thought they went quiet after a while, either killed or in hiding."
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Post by shraider on Dec 17, 2015 20:27:03 GMT -6
"I suppose I'm not surprised the rumors spread this far." Andrew spoke without looking up as he buckled on the belt that held his fighting knives. "That was only the first time I met em. Saw them again in Poland a few years back. Managed to injure that blonde little fuck so much they retreated. But not before they almost killed me."
"I dunno where they high tailed it to after that. Wouldn't be surprised if they went into hiding. Been lookin for em for a few years now. Though I heard a rumor that they were only a few cities over. Wouldn't be surprised if they were attracted by the rift like any other god forsaken devil that needs to go down."
He leaned back on the desk, turning to peer in the direction that the receptionist had left in. Where was that woman?
"Not sure how many hunters they've killed since then. Hopefully I can take em down before they continue the devils work."
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Post by Liam Solheim on Dec 17, 2015 21:13:24 GMT -6
With Andrew's back turned Liam took the moment to lock eyes with Luca. He signaled to the poster and she gave a slight nod. Quietly she moved over to the bulletin board and removed the wanted poster. It's not like many Hunters were excited about this guy, but helping him catch Hunter Hunters for fear of their own safety could pose a problem if Liam was to catch them first. That is, assuming they really are in town. In any case, keeping the rest of the Hunters from knowing about this would be best. He needed a little more info though.
"You seem well acquainted with them." He walked up a little closer to the Hunter, blocking the bulletin board and Luca out of view. "You can keep your scars to yourself, but tell me, other than the bird acting as a shield, how do they fight?"
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Post by shraider on Dec 17, 2015 21:26:39 GMT -6
"The blonde is small, slight in build and also a fucking queer. Don't let him deceive you into thinking he's a woman because he is not. If he's ready for you he'll armed to the teeth with guns. It's better to catch him off guard. He'll divert to being a swordsman-"
He was interrupted by the receptionist returning, her expression apologetic and irritated. She had been speaking with the director of the society for the better part of ten minutes and neither could think of an acceptable and believable reason to send the man away. They had however, decided to shove him into the farthest and most secluded corner of the facility that they possibly could. "I'm sorry about the delay, Mr. Adams. I spoke with the director because we don't have much apace available." Her eyes drifted from the cowboy to the other standing beside him. If Andrew wasn't enough, Liam had also crawled from the shadows to join him. All she could do was hope that they didn't have a confrontation considering how disastrous that might turn out.
Completely forgetting his conversation with the other hunter, he turned to the woman. "It's ok, honey. As long as I have a place to hang my hat while I'm in town it's enough. The lord provides me with anything else I may need." He held up a finger for a moment as he rummaged through the interior of his jacket. Withdrawing a bible, he thumped it down on the desk in front of where she stood and winked. "For you trouble."
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