Demon hybrid.   Semi-immortal.   Cursed.   Chaotic Evil/Neutral?    

Arms collector.   Borderline pyromaniac.    Mild  sociopath.    Murder for hire. 

 Hunter in training.

 

 

 

 

  

 Pronounced " Kay "

 "Kitty-Prince"   "Kei-Cat"   "Prick"    "Asshole"   

"Gobbering brainy gun-loving, white-faced, arse cat"   

 

 

Also Known As...               

"Jason"    "Jay"        

"Grasshopper"    "Sugar nugget" 

  

 

 

 

 

  

" Keep staring...

and you're gonna look as fucked up as me."

 

   

 

Upon first sight, Kei stands at 5'10 and strongly built, about as physically capable as a human around his size could be. Jet black hair falls forward in somewhat of a messy and haphazard manner, cut shorter on the sides, yet nowadays that comes with variation. Where one would expect a face, his skin gives way to scarred bone: a fanged | SKULL | of strange nature, sharing both human and feline attributes. Where eyes should be, hollow sockets linger. The interior vague as if a material is seemingly too dark for light to penetrate.  

His ears themselves rely on a different frequency to hear, thus, his hearing is higher than that of a human. Things like humming from electronics, machinery, and other high pitched noises can give him a headache in a matter of minutes. He's gotten a knack for being able to understand other creatures as well, such as felines, canines, and an assortment of others.  A feline's tail lingers likewise, topping off the strange choice of demon physiology that is the man's make-up. It serves a use in aiding the adjusting of his balance. With little chance of facial expressions... one must rely mostly on his body language.

 

(For example. If he's coming closer it's probably to try and kill you.)

 

     

  

EVERY CITY HAS THEIR DARK CORNERS.

And so, he made his home on streets altogether meaner and

dirtier than those others would walk. A place where blood runs

in the gutters and the occasional screams in the night drown

out the music. "

 

His residence is within an old abandoned theatre that had been shut down for many years. Originating in the 1800's as an opera house, the establish eventually shut down following the death of a young singer by the name of Ophelia. Left vacant for many years after, in 1920's renovations went underway to turn the building into a motion picture and small performance theater. A short thirty years after, the productions stop and it resumed its role as another vacant building in the city. For the few that wander in on accident, the inside is coated with a layer of dust other than the few parts he inhabited since the curse. He had chosen a room off to the side behind the theatre stage with a back door, as well as a few others that remain oddly locked. These maintained parts are surprisingly well taken care of despite his destructive nature. The theatre also has quite a large population of cats that he occasionally takes home out of pity. The demon considers it as 'paying rent' seeing that the strays came long before he.

Kei's second residence is an apartment in close proximity, following his release of the curse and in gaining his humanity back. Two blocks down and one to the left of the theatre building, he pays a landlord a royal sum to ask no questions and to take care of utilities on a six-month basis. He spends his time there only occasionally to sleep and when cold; it serves as a retreat from his mercenary work. While nothing special, it serves as a link to humanity he had otherwise been lacking.

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THAT DAMNED GHOST.

The wrong person walked into the wrong place at the wrong moment.

What happened on that night, as a result, he lost his life. Or rather, what little of a life that a homeless kid on the street could have. If you think he died, you would be both right and wrong. He lost a life. His old life, and he wouldn't be getting it back. The wrongful footsteps into an abandoned theatre building were lead with the intention of refuge. In agitating the spirit which still lingered within the ruins, what it would bring him would be five years of solitude to his name. What was once flesh withered to scarred bone. What were once eyes became hollow sockets. What were once teeth were turned to fangs. A loss of humanity and in place, something far more demonic to have altered his being. The breaking point that started the transition from the unfortunate teen, to a promising sociopath in the making. In a way, he lost everything including his humanity. He gained something far stronger all the same

He lost a life. What he gained was nine moreIt seems like something just short of immortality, doesn't it? A 'gift' of immortality that would quite literally be the death of him. 

 

THE CURSE     |     THE NINE DEATHS     |     THE AFTERLIFE

 

 

 

" You thought you could kill me off that easy..?  "

  

 

The cat has a reputation as long as the Empire State building high. Murder, theft, drugs, vehicular homicide, you name it, he's done it, even several times over. Being a bit of an anarchist, he has little respect for the law and truly believes his actions will never catch up to him. Adding in some supernatural ability and what seems like the promise of immortality, he somehow manages to keep himself under the radar.

He has a habit of destruction on impulse in which a life can sometimes mean little to him. With empathy being a rather lost emotion for some reason or another, the ideals or opinions of others occasionally fail to register, and can often mean little to the demon. 

Kei is well known to have a fixation on weaponry and has amassed himself a small collection over the last five years or so. Mainly knives and guns, with some past dabbling in explosives. Hardly ever does he make a move without a weapon on him at all times. 

There isn't much hospitable about the man upon meeting. He's aggressive and overall has a short temper. His words come out as bitter and laced with sarcasm. Kei finds enjoyment in making others squirm, whether it be by his cursed appearance or the smartass comments that leave his mouth.

 

To the few he has not driven away, to those that he considers good company, odds they aren't as fooled. He still has quite a bit of human at his core. He's stubborn. Sometimes clingy. Shows some emotion. Even genuinely smiles from time to time.

 

 

 

             

Note-worthy "Possessions" 

 

necklace from Alice. Almost always worn.

Two pistols- Glock 26/27, a gift from Naomi.

A pair of titanium knuckledusters from Agnes.

An unmarked, unopened envelope in his bag... In wait for the right time.

 

  

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THE HUNTER SOCIETY.  

 

Sometime after the release of the curse, finding himself in what was seemingly another rock bottom in his life, it was a familiar face passing through the city that had pulled him back onto his feet and ultimately gave the man a chance at a meaningful livelihood. This came after an impromptu hunt with none other than the Huntress, Alice D. O'Malley. An acquaintance turned friend by strange circumstances, later turned into teacher and coach that he would trust more than anyone else affiliated with. It was for the second time that she had suggested he joined the ranks of the Hunters distinguished within the organization, to which, in search of a purpose other than dwelling on the streets he finally accepted. 

The process was to begin with an opening interview, which started with discussing his reasoning in applying. In all honesty, the man hardly knew what he was doing there. Aside from the simple fact that he had nothing else promising to turn to. Explaining his tiredness for doing empty mercenary jobs on the street turned to the explanation of the curse to which he was plagued... and ended promptly with a gunshot wound to the side of the head. With his justifications found as credible, as well as the shock that persisted to Alice's 'demonstration' of the curse's ability, he woke up to the news that he was allowed forward. Once his ears had ceased ringing, a gruesome obstacle course stood to prove as physical fitness testing, and finally, a week's preparation came to pass and he was onward to his first hunt in New Orleans.

|    HS Psychological Examination    |    HS Psychological Examination (Part 2)    |

Now with all three hunts down, Jason awaits further instruction. A man once thriving in a lifestyle without boundaries nor morality now is doing what he can to walk a line between right and wrong for the first time in his life. The trials lead to injury, physical strain, and some emotional trauma heading forward that he didn't quite know he was capable of expressing. Regardless, the year process hit home in a manner that will stay with him from that point on.

 

Currently:

Within the HSHQ

|    Hunt 1: Psychological Report    |    Hunt 2: Psychological Report     |     Hunt 3: Psychological Report    |

 

 

 

 

 

 HE AIN'T SO ALONE AFTER ALL.

 

If anything at all could be said in a description to the cat, it would be that Kei is someone that is generally hard to be around. As a person he's irritable. Inhospitable. Violence-prone, sharp with his words and quick to anger. Disregarding the feelings of others.

There is no immediate aspect of his personality that suggests he'd ever truly learned how to keep people around him without eventually causing a falling out, usually sooner rather than later. And so, that is the common outcome at hand. Close to someone one day, discarded the next when subconsciously it seems to reap no benefit on his behalf.

With everything stated holding truth, it could be also said that he's trying. Whether that be coming to a truce with his daughter Agnes after several years of conflict, or taking on a social role he'd never been accustomed to as he carries on with the Society.  In the end, he's gained some familiar faces, each for better or for worse.

 

 

 

 

 

  

Alice is hands down one of his closest friends he has to his name. She has been there to pick him up from some of his harder times and is ultimately the person responsible for getting him onto a straight and narrow path with his life. As a result, he's willing to do whatever he can in order to keep her around. Whether that means having her back for each hunt or being invested in taking as much hell from her as he needs to, in order to get past the wall she's put up around herself.  (x1)  

 

 

 

Agnes is Jason's one and only biological child. Due to the fact that he had never wanted nor expected to have kids, he was absent for almost the entirety of her upbringing. Fast forward fifteen years, the two had clashed from the moment they had met as Agnes got her due revenge, the two fighting even up until present meetings. There is no telling whether the two are on good or bad terms, as it changes by the week. As of recent, the relationship between the two has improved with Agnes' time spent in holding at the Hunter Society's Headquarters. 

  

 

 

A seasoned killer and a trained thief- what better combination is there? There’s no telling how the two interact with having such little in common between them, or how Jason ever came to take a liking to the man. Either way, the two have gotten into their fair share of mischief, and have emptied several glasses at the bar on occasion. More or less from alcohol-induced talks, Cooper is a person Jason’s found himself opening up to, offering information Alice or Agnes wouldn’t get a hold of so easily.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WRITER'S NOTE -

Alrighty, so I'll say it here now so you can't get nearly as mad at me later.

An advisory warning: Kei is an offensive character. He is built to be an asshole. Expect violence, language, gore, and so on to be a possibility in writing. Also be aware that he has a habit of meeting people and then essentially 'tossing' them if they no longer seem beneficial. It's a built-in character flaw, he's workin' on it. Expect harsh words, blood, possible falling outs, and general abrasiveness from him if you choose to move forward in writing. With all that being said I give you full permission to kill Kei as long as it fits into the plot reasonably. *Shrugs.*

Also please know and be prepared for the fact that I inevitably tend to choose favorites on who I respond to first. Some plots are older than others. Some hold more gravity on the character than others. This comes less as a personal reason and more for the priority of keeping character development rolling.

Secondly, as the writer, I prefer long-term plots unless we plan otherwise. This means I'm looking far into the future, and anything that happens within plot has the possibility to affect Kei's overall story, and even tangle with other stories. Finally, I am a site Admin (as you may already know by now). Feel free to come to me with any questions you have regarding the site, coding, issues in the community, or if you just feel like bullshitting. I'm around. 

 

 FC: A heavily edited Diego Barrueco. 

Digital FC: Work by Genki-de

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  • It was very clear that Alice had a hard time saying such a word. Frankly, it was a word that Alice needed to worry about because she never fell into the category. And in her eyes she never was, so to be unknown about the pronunciation of it was never a worry to her. Just a word that was always there to describe when a person wanted it. Yet here she was saying it now. Odd.

    Did she have a favorite movie? She didn't watch many of them. Only time she could fully remember sitting back to enjoy one was when she and the other children were given a small amount of free time at the Asylum. They were all put into a room to play and interact with each other. She sat alone in her corner with a book. She recalled movies that played. One she enjoyed particularly. She had the movie in mind, but not the name. It took her another minute to think about it than sighed to announce it. "Ah.. Was um.. The Princess Bride. I saw it as a wean, enjoyed it. Guess ya could say it's me favorite." She had not seen it since she was thirteen, yet it was all she had.

    "Think I told ya once before to put a condom on." Alice threw in with a breeze. She could tell that to anyone really. Kids scared her. Small, needy, a master to you the slave once you had one. No thank you. Alice couldn't imagine what would happen if it ever came positive to her. First of all, it would be like Mother Mary or some sort of shit. No. Secondly, how could she be happy for the hell that was the rest of her future? What went through peoples minds when they decided to keep it? God. "Huntin' tends to do that to ya. Ya don' have room fer anythin' else. Call it yer Chasity belt of sorts. Good on ya, lad. Best condom out there."

    "Ya would be gettin' the blunt of the hits then. Do ya really wanna see me right hook? The left one isn't any better, I hope ya knoo'. Both of em could leave ya with a black eye an possibly a torn up suit. Hopefully, ya weren't fixin' to have that fer the Hunter Ceremony, ya might no' have it by the time the night is out. Might be a problem for ya but it ain't any of mine. Ya can just spend another arm an a leg on one, yeah? Good luck with that." She could talk all the talk all the talk that she wanted but there was really no way to really know what kind of drinker that she would be because she had never done it before. It would be a new experience for them both. 

    The war he was having with the chopsticks was one of the funniest things that Alice had seen. It looked like he was working really hard at it. But she was not a woman who would ever allow him to have something just because he asked for it, that took a lot of work. She was a woman he had to fight for if he really wanted her. He should assume that the more work he put into it the more she might see that it was worth something more than just pulling him through the trials the way that. Which it was all that she saw and all she would see. She didn't want to be fought for, of course not, that was just stupid. All stupid.

    Jason managed to get some in, while she was moving on to her next dish right after the first. This one a roll, she ate that marrily while Jason struggled with it. She left him to his silence and struggle until he spoke again. She glanced up with her mouth full at that moment. 

    "They probably have other hunts that are wrappin' up at that time. It won' be just you an' Nes, but some others am sure. Along with others that have waited even longer than a month. You guys have it easy compared to them. Trust me."

  • The Tension and Electricity felt like a power plant in the Theater. So Much Static filled the air, it could make the the hairs on your neck stand on end. Seeing Kei return with a Shotgun in his grip felt like a saving grace, and a death sentence all in one to Kougar.. As Kei and the injured Werewolf exchanged heated words. Was Kei enjoying the view of the slow death of the Wolf?? And was he also Calculating on Killing Kougar with the Wolf?? Kougar wasn't about to wait for where her fate would end up, as she used that little time of her own to devise a plan with Kitt through telepathy. As Kei seemed to be very confident on what his next moves were going to be..

    Just then the Last Crack of Lightning touched the ground with Super Speed close by that would Crash and Echo all around. The rest of time would then feel very ~ S T A G N A N T ~ in the moments that Followed right After.

    As Kitt in panther form had attacked the Werewolf's leg, which allowed Kougar to pull free from the Wolf. The Wolf's horrid pain sent an unconscious retaliation, as it swung its arm pulling the lock pick tool out of its shoulder, exposing his hairy chest, for which allowed Kei's Itchy Trigger Finger to finally Squeeze Again! Just as the tool lodged itself in the Panther, a Silver Bullet =WOOSHED= through the air with a Loud Sound into the Chest Cavity of the Wolf. And Dog Fur and Blood Went Everywhere. The blood soaked into the old faded dusty velvet seat, that the wolf's dead body now sat in.

    But those precious milliseconds just before the Bullet Penetrated the Wolf. The Wolf had not only  lodged tool that embedded deep between the shoulders blades of Kitt’s Panther's form but it also had slammed the Panther down onto the Floor as if a Microburst had swept by. As part of the dismembered Werewolf's leg also laid bloody next to Kitt.. Kitt may have taken the Brunt of the Fight. But it was Kougar, that took the Brunt of Kitt's pain, as the object still remained embedded in the panther. It was quite similar to a person getting stabbed in the back with a small steak knife. It Hurt like Hell!! Kitt was not able to remove the object at all without having hands. Or to dematerialize back to Kougar, let alone change to another feline form.

    Kougar arms pressed against the floor accentuating her shoulders through the mess of her raven hair that haphazardly lay as she screamed trying to pick herself up off the floor. The pain stung deep and was relentless. She knew she had to get to Kitt, but when she heard the deathly sound of heavy boots, her heart rushed with possible Fear.  She could practically feel the deathly cold vibe of the demon that sent chills through her. As her breath could be seen by the temperature dropping quickly around the vicinity of her and Kitt. The Reaper with the Shotgun rifle was closing in.. She turned her head to see the soles of his boots along with the nose of the rifle. As she then looked to Kitt, from underneath the theater seats as blood pooled upon the floor among other things that the wolf had dropped on the floor from messenger pack.. The row of lined seats separated the two by maybe three feet or so?  To be so close, and yet so far away.. As she heard Kei say in Cold rough tongue, "Don’t move".. Was the Reaper now going to Finish her too, as he had done to the Werewolf?

    But then something started to happen in the same aisle as Kitt only a couple of footsteps away. A cold dense mass was starting to form into a mist like human body figure. It’s movements so fluid, as the translucent form of light and dark it emitted, flickered a bit like a beautiful but deadly jellyfish in a way.  She was so young.. Kougar’s view of her was difficult with the theater seats in the way. But was able to see enough to know what was now happening. The cold feeling she thought had came from Kei, was actually coming from the Spirit. And Kitt’s view of her was a little too close for Kitt’s comfort.

    But even with Kitt’s perfect view of the Spirit being so close, Kitt was not able to sense anything good or bad coming from the Spirit, due to its injury it had sustained which absorb its attention. But Kitt’s action were no more different than any other feline with strangers closing in. Its big eyes stared back at the Spirit. But the eyes of Kitt were not the typical yellow you would see on a feline, but rather the warm ocean blue. Kitt’s muzzle was a bit bloody from having tearing the flesh off the Wolf. As Kitt gave a low toned growl as a warning, like any cornered hurt predator animal. It didn’t trust anyone accept Kougar.. But Kitt knew enough common sense Not to show any real aggression by body language of showing its fangs or twitching its tail agitatedly. Kitt didn’t want to  make the situation worse, by pissing the Spirit off, so it just remained still.

    Kougar didn't know what to do either. This certainly wasn't what she had expected for this night to go.. Who would have thought a Dead Theater would have so much life going on, on the inside, that even she didn't expected. But that still didn't change her mind on giving up just yet, with everything that was still unfolding. Even if she was close to losing a life of her own. She was ready to fight for what she believed in, this place. Because she could see the Theater had the potential to live a real life again. But would the Spirit even permit that thought? Would Kei even permit that?? As Kougar's words flooded out, between the pain and chaos in the Theater as she grinded her teeth...

    "ShiiiiT!!!" 

  • Among the sounds of the city night life, he may not have heard Kei's footfalls, but knowing these senses can fail him, he's instead relying on this gut feeling that something or someone was near and nearing further. He's never been particularly paranoid, but it's not as though he ignores the fact his kind were often hunted just as they themselves hunt. It's been some time since he's been confronted by a hunter, but the game was not foreign to him. He would have thought that he'd done well to hide himself, to blend in and stay off most hunters radars because he hasn't purposely harmed a human for their life liquid in many years, instead holding himself over with animal blood and the occasional blood bag stolen from a nearby clinic so as not to, y'know completely starve himself. 

    He's a good vampire. 

    Or..he tries, at least.

    His head tilts just slightly, but he doesn't actually look behind him, knowing he'd see nothing if the other wanted to stay hidden, assuming that's the goal. So he makes a show of shrugging his shoulders as though he was brushing off this feeling of being stalked and moved on again. The moment the silhouette caught his peripheral, it was all the confirmation he needed. The flash of the blade was just an added bonus. He let's the man get close enough before twisting to catch the hand that was set on dealing a blow with said weapon..

     

  • It was clear that he wanted to drop the subject, thus Alice allowed it. Not like they needed to be talking about suicide in a place like this anyways. It was time to be happy and uplifting. Did Alice really know how to do that though? She wasn't any expert and didn't plan on being one either. She didn't plan on being all might and ditching death whenever she felt like it.

    "Aye, I knoo that yer no dog. Besides, if ya were anythin' in that category ya would horny Tomcat." Sounded more like harny with the accent sadly, but she tried to stress the 'o' there as much as she could without the accent getting in the way. "No dog at all. How don' ya like movies? Even I sit down an' watch em every one in a while. Granted ya don' see me havin' a lot o' time to be doin' it but I do me best. As ye know me scheduled ain't the best fer it." Stopping the evil forces of the world could do that to a person. Alice accepted that fate of not being able to do it. She got over it. "Neither true? What aboot yer daughter? An' ya told me ya always weren't the best in keepin' it in yer pants. Don' ya try an' say ya ain't used to be one. I know yer lyin' if ya do." It was no harm done. Somethings were just known.

    "I could, but then that be makin' me just as numpty as the rest of them people oot there to have their first drinks. Ya know what am like, lad, do ya really trust me oot there drinkin? I might no' have a grenade up me ass right now but ya know I got me fists. Might as well get us kicked out the bar aright now, ya know what's really gonna happen." Truth. Anyone looked at her wrong and anyone could silently hear the bells going off in her head for that to start a horrendous fight between them. Jason would be lucky if she would get one of her hands off of them.

    She was putting the sushi in her mouth when he said that, yet she made no comment. He could be brave and give it a try. She had said that she would make him work for it after all. The poor guy wouldn't really know what to do here. Or maybe he did. If he got the fork once she was calling it quits. HE could find a different bar buddy for all she cared if that happened

    But he was giving it a try. She wished that she could video this and send it off to Nes. Then again, she could allow the teen to see that one funny moment at least if she pleased. Just to watch the struggle. Nearly there, nope, there they went. Ah? Oh? He was lifting it. By that time she was getting the second one up to her lips. Tuna, this one. The poor guy. Seeing her drunk was just not in the cards today it looked like.

  • "Inner demons?" Alice attempted to ask towards it. She could picture it being things that he had the discourtesy of falling into it at a point in time. She knew that he had trouble when it came to suicides at a point in time, he had told her at one point in time. Yet she never went by the fact that hanging was likely one of them. Or maybe someone hung him? This man had been killed and rebuilt back up from the ground and she was no stranger from having done it at a point in time too. 

    She breathed some laugher. "Yer no down fer watchin' movies snuggled up with each other on Netflix, are ya? Er are ya thinkin' the naughtier version of it?" She tisked. "Oh laddie, how dare ya." She brought up her tea to her mouth coyly as she watched the chef at the table finishing up their order. He was sliding pieces of fish onto the right rice balls and decorating the dishes. After a moment he rung a bell and the server came to grab each plate and finally bring it to them.

    It wasn't a minute later when they came over. The man bowed and started setting down the correct dishes around them. Soy sauce was also put down as well as other condiments. He asked if they had anything more to ask of them. Alice shook her head, should Jason do the same the man bowed again and they were left with the fish in front of them. 

    It was finally then that she gave a look to him and actually barked with laughter. "A big-girl drink?" She glanced towards said bar than laughed once more. "Ya think I've gone me entire life without drinkin' because I wasn't ready to be a big girl as ya say? I've seen alcohol turn, big boys into little boys. Who's winnin'? Alright. If ya cannae eat a while plate of yer sushi with chopsticks we can go. If not, looks like you'll have ta find some other cheap way of entertainin' me, hmm?" She picked up her own set of wooden chopsticks. Easily plucked up one piece of her sushi, dipped it, then plopped it into her mouth. "Yer move."

  • The Curdling Screams of the Wounded Beast Echoed Deeply as the Terrifing Sound and Vibrations carried through any and all Creatures Living or Dead inside the Theater! Its Brooding Chest with Fur Huffed like a Pissed Off Body Builder.. Kougar Flinched upon the Sound of the Gunshot, But Practically Jumped out of her own Skin, when she heard the Beast Scream In Agony. The Dazed Clouded Feeling left, but not Quickly enough. The Werewolf then turned its head swiftly to catch sight of the who did this, only to see that Pirate Skull Looking Cat had Returned, yelling "Stay down" with the sound of  ch-chk being heard through the tuffs of his ears.. It took the Beast by surprise that he didn't run after all. 

    But quick minded thoughts kept him on his toes.. The silver bullet which contained puring properties would soon dissolve into his blood stream and kill him from the inside out, like a snakes venom through the body. If he didn't act quick enough. It Would Be Pure Poison! The Werewolf then scooped up Kougar, keeping her in between Kei and himself, as he jumped two rows back. He sat down in a seat and kept Kougar standing to face Kei, as his legs wrapped around hers, and squeezed.. Kougar tried to fight his strength, and placed her hands on his legs, and dug her nails into him. But she couldn't produce her cat like claws to come out, and do real damage to him. 

    Werewolf: "Go Ahead And Shoot I Dare Ya!!" As he then grabbed Kougar's messager bag attached to her back, and pulled Kougar close to him, as she gasped, not knowing what he was about to do. He sniffed her hair briefly. And then started empting the contents inside the bag, until he came across a lock picking tool set, for which he could use as surgery tools on himself. "CMon!! Shoot Your Little Friend, Right Between The Eyes!" He then YELLEd as he shoved the lock pick into his shoulder trying to dislodge the  silver bullet, as his legs tightened around Kougar, squeezing her like a Python..The time was ticking away, and the Werewolf figured he had about 7 minutes at Best before the silver bullet would be completely in his blood stream and start to kill him.. 

    Kougar looked to Kei with her eyes wide and unsure of what he was going to do. They were definitely not friends. And he had no reason to save her hide, after what she did to him. She was almost positive he'd shoot her first and then him, as she swallowed dryly.. Kitt had watched as everything unfolded from when the Werewolf entered the theater, and took to hiding under the seats nearby. The Beast had not noticed Kitt, as Kitt had blended in so well. Kitt then maneuvered closer to the Beast and was now one row behind him. And noticed the blood dripping on the floor from the shoulder. Kitt then went underneath the seat opposite of the werewolf's wound,  two seats across from him, as not to be noticed. The Werewolf was looking to shoulder to extract the silver bullet. Kougar then looked over to Kitt, and a sense of calm came over her face. And looked back to Kei with a strange smirk. Kei maybe not be able to see fully of what was going on between the seats from where he stood, or what was about to happen. But she hoped Kei would read the body language correctly and Not try to Kill her.. 

    And thats when it HAPPENED! 

    Instantly without any Warning Kitt Grew from the size of a normal ordinary cat, to a Full Adult Black Panther and pounced upon the Werewolf's Python like thigh, that had kept Kougar from going anywhere. And Sunk its Jaws into his Furry Flesh, as it's huge Paw wrapped around to Pry the Thigh to unlock from the vice like grip.  Kougar leaned forward into the next row closer to the stage, and pulled herself into a roll type movement, hoping to not get Shot by Kei, and stayed on the floor. As the Werewolf SCREAMED AGAIN from the Flesh and Fur was being Ripped off the Bone of its Thigh. But his Screams were being Matched against to the Loud Mencing Roaring and Growling that was coming from the Panther, just at seat level. Everything was Happening so Fast,  but somehow the Werewolf managed to pull the lock pick tool out of its shoulder and Jamed the  Tool into the Panther's back in between the shoulder blades, which sent Kougar Screaming High Notes, feeling Kitt's Pain.. "AAARRGHH"

  • Sly felt doubtful of that. Where or how Javare around them as in that own man's brain. He likely just did it for the fun hell of it. But now they didn't need to worry about that. They had lives at stake. Lives were at stake just being here. Bentley, Penny, and Anna who was so new to this world. But sadly he did feel truthful that this was one of the only safe places. No tracker would be able to get past the nerds here. Sly trusted that they would be able to get out of anything if it really called for it.

    Penny had a thought and left in a jiffy, laying Anna in Jason's grasp as she did leave. Sly snorted with a sort of glee. The Catman here looked as though he were about to lose his socks right off his feet. Bentley, on the other hand, was staring bewilderingly at his wife's' back as she left. As though she did not know who she as giving their child to. 

    Anna, on the other hand, was as happy as ever. She pulled at Jason's dark clothing and bubbled at her lips. A content baby by any looks of it. She was just happy to be along for the ride. 

    Penny was only gone for a few minutes before she came back with a photo frame. In it was a line of men and woman alike. They all looked as though they were right out of flight school. Which they might as well have been. Penny pointed at a snazzy looking man in the photo that was next to her though Jason would not know. She was dressed as a man with large flight goggles and a huge mustache. Bigger for what her tiny frame really is. "This man, yes?"

    It was indeed Javare.

    "Yeah!" Sly called. How did you?!"

    "He used to be apart of my dog fights. Which, as you know, were big, rich men flying fighter planes, cutting others down and well. You know. Javare used to be one of them with me. He was never a clean man. But now.."

    Sly pressed his lips together. "So you know him?"

    "He knew the Black Baron. Not some blonde teenager who had graduated from college at 16, Sly. Get real. If you think my knowing him will help you, you're wrong. I just know the guy. Nothing really about him except he's a cold ruthless man. Does stuff for fun and money. My best guess, he has you guys being filmed while you're wherever you're going next. Just so he can have it for later. He never expects you guys to pass this, He wants you dead for money. Hense the acts. So, you need to surprise him with living. And well... shutting down his operation while you're at it."

    Bentley leaned forward to his wife. "Operation?"

    She looked her doe eyes at Ben. "What's one thing that gets people rich in this day and age, Ben, sick ways?"

    Sly's face grew pale. "Trafficking.. Drugs.. Guns...."

    Penny bowed her head. "Sadly.. You guys need to shut him down. We'll help."

  • A place with this much traffic and reviews she didn't have any worry that the place was more than capable of upholding their solid food and arts. No food poisoning here. She might even be brave enough to try a puffer fish here if they even had any. Though she didn't want that to be the thing to kill her. After everything she went through, she would not be brave this day. Not in that at least. So instead she took the time to watch them make it, it was an art and one that was fascinating to watch. They moved knives with ease, shaped rice, and cut fish as though it were dough. Able to perfectly lay it out over the rice with such ease. 

    She watched the few chefs slice and dice the fish and veggies before her attention had turned to Jason. She studied new parts about him the stuck with the old. She still wondered why he went out of his way to do it all. There was such a thing as dates, understandable. But he went above and beyond to what? A reaction? Or did he really only want to see her in a dress? IT was obvious that it wasn't hard to get her in one. She did love her sushi after all. Getting her out? Or in another? Where did he stand? Small questions. Ones she wasn't going to get answered and she made sure that she knew he knew that she was looking when she asked her question and comically watched him look down as though to see that, nope, it wasn't really there. 

    Her eyes followed his, flickering down to the white button up chest, then back up to his face. "A noose? Metal of ya, aye? Most people just said something along the lines of not liking the view of it, but a noose? Way to make it dark. "I guess that's one way to put it, I give ya that. Looks like ye had noose problems before." Better than a beheading. Though she was sure he might have had one of those somewhere too. Ah, best to let that subject drop, no need to talk about death at the sushi place. Positive vibes and all of that jazz.

    "Ain't ya ever heard of Netflix an' Chill?" Alice jested, "it ain't always aboot the makin' of a date, but how things are in it." Again, she had to mean to him at some point in time, being too nice and the man might have a heart attack As hilarious as that might be she decided to actually give him a genuine answer. "As far as rankin' goes through, aye. Ya did yer research an' it's lookin' mighty fancy. Next, ya will be askin' fer a drink after to let it loosen up er somethin'." Careful. He might just take it.

  • Alice was perfectly fine in assisting int he back up. Not that it gave her any reason to be closer to him. Not at all, but because it amused her greatly that he was in seek of it. He had no idea what he was doing here. He chose an extravagant place and in turn made it harder on himself. No problem though, it amused her more than he knew. It looked like her mentoring had not yet stopped after all. She was still teaching the cat some new tricks.

    So instead he would decide to go with what was safe. While she repeated words at him he seemed to say them back as if it clicked better in his head. Hey, whatever helped. Alice ordered that head of him. Sharptail, eel, squid, crab, tuna. Many on platters, some just in their own rolls. If it was on there she got it. Unless it had horseradish, she clearly stated that all of it needed to stay away from her, that included wasabi that was bound to be a side. With that finished,d the order placed, her dark eyes wondered the chefs where she could see them take the order and nodded to get right to work. She loved the magical making of sushi, it always looked so extravagant.

    Taking up her tea a sip was given before she turned to Jason. Once more her eyes traveled the tailored suit from the shoes right up to the tieless neck and color. Even his hair had been trimmed, but not excessively so. His eyebrows were likely topped off, and the lashes. Nothing, they just naturally so thick and long, To get hers like that it took time, he was lucky to naturally have it. Men.

    "Why no tie?" She requested to know. Her eyes went over her chest then up to his eyes that she had been far more careful not to catch for the sake of her not needing to be caught staring. Right now she was letting a wall down, one where she would be honest and carefree. Anything be damned if they came here to ruin the night. A hunter could have one night for pleasure. One night to enjoy herself in a company of someone before she dived back into work again when it was finished. "Neck too small?"

  • Things had just started to settle down again after a trip into his past on both figurative and to some extent, a literal sense too.  He's been home from this trip for a few weeks now and yet it feels as though he'd never left, or rather it just feels like he can't quite feel back at home here and it's driving him fuck'n nuts. So he immerses himself in work, trying to just distract himself from everything that's still trying to come out of the woodwork where his mind occasionally keeps conjuring up pieces of memories, some of them making him want to puke, to scream and keep running and other times, it made him want to act out, to hurt someone, yes, hurt them, bleed them, their precious life liquid all for the taking and -- NO! Those were the worst. He'd rather the former than the latter. Please-- no...

    Another day. 

    He got up after two hours asleep ( he never slept much in the first place, his kind not needing much sleep, let alone at all), fed the cats, broke up what was almost a cat fight ( Dammit Heinz, you don't need that much food!), fed himself some heated up animal blood, showered and dressed and headed out for the day.

    As the day became night, Lars closed up the shop after dismissing what workers had come in that day. He'd hung around only long enough to catch up on some paper work, then called it quits and headed out back where his car was parked next to some few other vehicles; old projects he didn;t know what to do with at the moment. Crickets chirped, the sky grey with clouds and the wind only beginning to pick up in speed with the impending rainfall. Passing the neat rows of gutted cars and extra parts, he's a bout three feet from his car when something just... doesn't feel right. It has him slowing down, gaze glancing about for what was the coause of this feeling. A feeling he quickly associates to his not being entirely alone here. Knowing not to rely entirely on sight, there was nothing on the wind when he inhaled either, not immediately at least. Next, he listens very carefully for anything.. Could he detect something or rather someone that no doubt moved like a cat? Perhaps even more skilled than the feline itself for all he knew....

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