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~BIRTHPLACE~
"ARISTOCATTURNED FERAL" Before there was Catwoman there was Selina Kyle, Born on a ElseWorld planet Gemiriar. It was ruled under a Dictatorship Government that her parents were respected council members of. Gemiriar was a world that had a reflected a Majestic Steampunk affluence. It had Animal Souls that walked side by side by the Human counterparts as a separate entity. These Animal Souls go by various names. The most common Familars and Daemons. The older termonolgy is called Phouka.
When Selina was 5 years old a Fallen Angel that was a Seraphim came to Gemiriar. Her name was Ska Skinwalker. She was following the directions of Lucifer to kill everyone by taking their animal souls. She would then bring these Animal Souls or Otherwise known as Familiars or Daemons to Lucifer, once they were separated from there human counterpart. There was much chaos on Gemiriar. The people didn't know to how fight or protect themselves from this Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker.
At first Ska targeted the adults and their Familiars. But then a bargain was made to extend the adults livelihood. The Gemiriar people were mainly a rich society of materialistic aristocrats. They didn't have much need of a military system and only a few sections were poor. The children's familiars on Gemiriar were taken one by one and killed during a Massive Green Storm that swept the planet in a maddess with the exception of Selina Kyle. The Green Storm was a energy of the Unstable Emotions from the people with the toxic combination of Powers coming off from Ska Skinwalker that clashed and ultimately led to the Severed Connections of Dark Matter. Dark Matter is an element that combined Humans and their Animal Souls or also called Familairs or Daemons together. But Selina Kyle had escaped that horrific nightmare somehow. She was smuggled off the planet to safety. But not without having some changes that affected her. Her Animal Soul/Familiar/Daemon became trapped inside her body but in feline form. Selina Kyle was then brought to Earth. More Specifically right in Gotham N.J. Right before her 6TH Birthday. Later on in her Adulthood she would meet Michael, another Angel, he would teach her how to bring her Daemon in or out at will. But by this time Selina's name had changed to Kougar or otherwise known as the infamous Catwoman. Where she learned it could change to any feline form.
~CHILDHOOD IN GOTHAM CITY~
"CAN'T BE TAMED" Selina was placed in a Orphanage that was Corrupted and eventually was adopted by a Man named Rex Calabrese. Rex used to be Known as the Great Underground Cat Burgular working for the Mafia in his Hay Day Prior to adopting Selina. But the Mafia family changed leadership hands and Falcone had since taken control over Gotham City since and no longer wanted Rex's help. Rex then decided to adopt and use Selina to Build a new respected name or brand for himself once again. He conditioned Selina in the Ways of Thievery to Help him get back to being the King of the Cat Burgulars for the Mafias Eyes Once Again.
Rex saw Special Abilities in Selina, and made sure that she was Only to use certain aspects of what he saw in her. There under his Control and Direction, he Trained Her To Become A Professional Thief. Home Schooled in the Seven Bells Of Pick Pocketing. She was Secluded from Normal Society. She Learned the Arts of Stealing!! And The Ability To Do So! Gymnastics, Parkour, and Street Fighting were some of curricular activities. Along with the Education of Valuable - Fine Art, Money, Precious Gems. How to know the difference between something that is fake or authentic. She also learned about Computer Hacking, Classified Document Forgeries, along with Small Electronic Devices! She Became Extremely Talented at this Craft and Enjoyed The High From Stealing! It was as if she was Born To Steal!
But even though she was Child Laborer/Thief for Him, she defied Rex on many occasions which led to many physical and mental scars, as never being allowed to keep anything that she stole for Rex. Two of which Impacted her Greatly. One being an Underground Russian Roulette Game she Witnessed. And the other was when Rex had set her up to Fall in Falcone's hands around her 17th Birthday to teach her a Hard Lesson On Who Was The Better Father. Rex began to think this rebranding idea was more trouble than it was worth. He didn't really need Selina anymore because she was too much trouble always rebelling against him. So he dropped Selina Kyle into the lap of Carmine Falcone, where she then became forced to Work for him or Die for him. Rex thought she'd end up dead in a heartbeat, as he didn't have the heart to kill the child he raised and trained himself. Killing girls was never his strong suit. Beat them Yes, mentally and physically but Kill them, no.
~ADULTHOOD~
"CHASE ME" By Selina's 20th Birthday things changed again. A deal was made, between Falcone and Rex. And She was owned by Rex once more who for some reason wanted her back. But that deal was short lived. Selina took matters in her own hands when she had stumbled across a hitman named Chev Chelios. She paid Chev Chelios to Kill Rex. Selina Kyle then became Free of Any Man. She changed her name from Selina to Kougar, and took what she had Learned and Became the Famous Catwoman-Queen of Thieves In Gotham City Today. Never to be owned by Any Man!
She has Stolen Many Valuables throughout her life. She lives on the edge with an Adrenaline Rush from her Crimes running from the Law and Vigilantes! She is a Deadly Cat-Burglar, Feline Thief in the Night or "Night Huntress." But she does have a Heart! Some stolen items that have Helped to Provide Food, and Clothes to the Local Orphanges, and those in need! She will Help Any Stray Cat, and Take them in! She has set up cat shelters through out the city to protect any Felines. She also has seen a lot of Corruption with Drugs, Weapons, and Human Trafficking all over the United States and fights against it. So Be Warned. Don't let this Purple Feline Thief Cross your Mind or set Foot in your Heart..
~THE SUPERNATURAL UNDERGROUND~
"WE'RE NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK WE ARE ALIVE IN IT"
Catwoman really didn't experience much of the supernatural after being brought to Gotham by the work of the Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker. It wasn't until the time of her first boyfriend Ethan and his friends that her life went down a darker road. Since then she has met Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Demons, Mages and Others. But Demons and Werewolves she would prefer to avoid, as they tend to rub her fur the wrong way! She has had many Fights with them. They are always wreaking havoc in her life in one way or another!
~HERE & NOW~
"A WOMAN WHO KNOWS HER OWN MIND IS A POWERFUL FORCE"
Kougar Kyle has built a bigger name for herself, on top of being Queen of Thieves as Catwoman. She runs an entertainment club called Kitty Nights Burlesque under an alias name along with two partners by her side. Neo Felis a computer guru and security provisions and Jim Balent the Head Bouncer and the Advertising Artist for the Club. Who has secrets about himself. Between the three of them they have made an Empire that has Boosted Catwoman's Criminal Agenda through the secrets of dark men's mind that pollute and cloud the city through Sexual Flirty Entainment. What is good for the goose, is also good for the KITTY!
~DEITY OF THE PAST~
"SHE WHO SCRATCHES"
Lore Of Pakhet. Pakhet was a Feline Goddess during the Middle Kingdom Ages. Both of Earth and a Parellel World. She was similiar to Bastet and Sekhmet taking the form of a Caracal feline. She is the daughter of Maahes and Huntheth both Lion Gods. Maashes her Father was associated with war, protection, and weather. Huntheth her Mother was the Hours of Night. Pakhet attributes her war strength as more inner than outward as she was called "The Night Huntress" with a Sharp Eye and Pointed Claw. Pakhet also has duality roles. She was the Goddess of being an Astral Lone Traveler and venturing off between Worlds. She is the protector of motherhood and fights against venomous creatures. Pakhet's temple on Earth was an underground cavernous shrine near al Minya Egypt. Pakhet's crown has a Solar disk and her amulet is a lioness attacking its prey.She is the Great Grand Daughter To The Egyptian God Ra. But as to who who her Grandmother was, Bastet or Sekhmet is unknown.Pakhet lost her Goddess status of immortality when she was Tricked by a Snake God to become Human and live under reincarnation. Setting her to become more human in each life and forgetting a little more who she is after every death. Kougar knows something of her past being of something of importance with the feline race, but has not discovered yet who she really is. If she does't come to realize she is Pakhet in this life soon, she will never be able to return to her rightful place as the Immortal Cat Goddess Pakhet. And the Snake God will return to spawn his lesser children from her through force and then Kill her. Will Catwoman be able to remember soon who she is??? {Updated 2/1/23}
ISTP's are practical, resourceful, adaptable pragmatists, they possess an excellent capacity for understanding how anything works, displaying logical, detached analysis. They have incredible, powers of observation and a great talent for logical analysis. They love to explore and get their hands dirty {Such As Stealing} touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity.
People with this personality type are moving from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from their environment as they go. An ISTP decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at their heart is a strong sense of direct fairness,
a “do unto others” attitude.
This type of personality is self-sufficient and very independent, only really happy when undertaking some risky or interesting activity as they display coolness under pressure which helps get things fixed but which may not endear them to those around them.
"CATS COME WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE IT NOT WHEN THEY ARE TOLD"
Ultimately they want to be left alone to live their lives and do their jobs the way they see fit, rarely trying to control others and expecting others not to try to control them. But in a crisis, or when the situation needs in-depth understanding, they will thrive or at least until the crisis is over. They will be difficult to know as they will be quiet outsiders looking in until they are ready. Once they are clear on what needs to be done, they will be difficult to budge and will potentially move too quickly without thinking through all the implications.
However with growth of an Ambivert tendencies they can moderately be comfortable with groups and social interaction to a degree, but also still relish the time alone, away from a crowd. In simpler words, an ambivert is a person whose behaviour changes according to the situation they are in.
Strengths: Optimistic and Energetic | Creative and Practical | Spontaneous and Rational | Know How to Prioritize | Great in a Crisis | Relaxed
~DAEMONS/FAMILIARS/PHOUKA~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul is named KiTT. KiTT can move in and out of Kougar's body at her will. It can communicate with Kougar through telepathy. Also KiTT can Change to any type of Feline Big or Small, as well as giving her the use of its power when its inside her. Kougar can see through KiTT's Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And she is no longer able to use the extra gifts Heightened Hearing, Smelling, Seeing or Speed with her Familiar separated from her body. And if Injured her familiar needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. Also KiTT has no gender because it is just a soul.
~HER OTHER GIFT~ {updated 1/7/20} Astral Projecting is another gift she obtained from being a Goddess. Though she doesn't know how this and assumes other reasons. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone, except those with supernatural abilities themselves. Vampires, Demons, Angels Etc. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations or Telekinesis. Kougar can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it. However this can only be done in an astral projection state.
~APPEARANCE~
"WE ALL WEAR MASKS"
Jet Black Long Hair {I'm Not Butch!} ★_╭∩╮(◣_◢)╭∩╮_★
Blue Gray Eyes Can Change Pupil Shape ★_(♦)_(♦)_★
Height 5'7 W/O Thigh High Boots ★__(♡_♡)__★
All the Right Curves In All the Right Places!!
When Catwoman-Purple Catsuit with Vinyl and Kevlar
At the Club-Naughty Corsets And Negligee
Everywhere else-Anything that looks Sexy!
~HUSH SECRETS~
Stealing, Emeralds, Canary Diamonds, Muscle Cars That PuuuRRR!
The Smell of Cigarette Smoke, Cologne and Alcohol Breath rolled into one.
Her Abilities of her Daemon soul and her gift of astral projection.
(Jim Balent-Weretiger-Ancestral lineage of Panthera Tigris from the Hyborian Age.)
~SECRETS FILED~
She's Owner Of Kitty Nights Burlesque.
Her Penthouse is on the Eastside of Gotham, but she has others.
And one Bunker. {Hidden in one of the tunnels}
Men with Power, she says she can't stand, but some Men with Power can be quite an addiction to her, as she Flirts with the Dark Side. Lex Luthor, and Thomas Wayne are the only two who have Manipulated and used Power over her. But Generally speaking she is the One Who likes to be in Control. In her past Rex Calabrese and Carmine Falcone had Power over her as a Child and Teenager. But she got her Revenge since on them.
She has a soft spot for children in the Gotham Orphanage. And has spent years bringing goods to them anonymously.
She has also done a lot to help the stray cats in Gotham and helps to protect the Big Wild Cats in Gotham's Sanctuary.
She also has two other house cats givien to her called, Obsidian and Violet
Catwoman's Net Worth $80. Million...
~Aliases She Goes By~
Irena Dubrovna or Miss LaPerm-At The Club,
Marguerite Tone, Madame Moderne,
Katarina Kyle,
K or Kat which is most often used.
~ SECRETS OF Hate~ Human Trafficking, Drugs, Guns, Children Used And Abused, Poachers, WereWolves.
Certain people of her past- C. Beritti, Anthony Malficini, Carmine Falcone, First BF, and a couple of Demons past and present.
Her Ride For Getting Around is Victory Hammer 8 Ball Motorcycle
And a 2023 Purple Dodge Charger SRT HellCat Redeye! 203MPH
Unless She is Stealing whatever Ride crosses her Path that she Fancies! Maybe Even YOURS!!!
~NPC~
Bad Boys!
Dr. Troy Hellyar - {FC-Julian McMahon} Billionaire & Founder of LabCorp. Studied in the Genetic Institute of Bio Science & Engineering. He Specializes In Ancestry DNA - BioMetrics, Methylation, Genomic Imprinting. And Womanizing!
Robert Burns III - {FC-Brad Pitt} Senator's Aid
Lee Christmas- {FC-Jason Statham} A Hired gun who carries out his assignments with percision and strict code.
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☑Kei ☑Dominic ☑Thomas Wayne ☑Caelestra ☑Kilala ☑Kirishima
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Does Not Apply Here! I'm Flexible!
But Play By Your Own Rules You Set On Your Page!!
Don't Take Advange Of Mine!!
AND REMEBER CUROSITY KILLED THE CAT!
BUT......
SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK!!
Birthday:
June 5
Character Age
30+
Character Abilites
~MORE ABOUT DAEMONS/FAMILIARS~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul can move in and out of Kougars body freely. And can give her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And if Injured it needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. ~HER OTHER GIFT~ Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.
Hello I'm Kougar Kyle. Address me as my Character. (I'm a 10 + year Vet Rper.) I don't go by the pronoun Fad. Cosplayer & Actresses Used: Kamiko Zero, Jemma Pepper, Nerdy Siren, Alexikens as Catwoman. Katie McGrath, Dita Von Teese as Kyle Herself! Various Pics are used in my Stories! Writer Must Be Over 21. Plotting Ideas Past & Present is Welcomed. All Threads Get Saved. If the Rper Wants to read Our Personal Thread and have access to it, please PM me your email address. Your email remains private. This Character Of Catwoman Is My Take Of Her. If we agree to write together than I expect you to write in a timely manner. The Creation Of Kougar Kyle And Her History Took Years To Develop And Is Ongoing. Don't Steal My Twist To The Character! My Character is a Thief, but I am Not!! Treat Me With Respect In The RP Community!!
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It seemed either of the cats had doors they didn’t want to be opened, whether it be Kei’s own prying toward Kougar’s affairs, or that of the shop owner, likewise. He wasn’t here to talk about what he’d been up to. Far from being a leisurely trip, it all could be gone over the next time he was around. Walking in the doors had him tense enough, wards or no wards. Not to mention the woman’s reaction to the coin and the fact that they both might be having wolves breathing down their necks for the meantime.
A glare wouldn’t be missed when the man gave her a side glance as she approached. His brow raised, and some untold answer was seemingly on his tongue. He’d bite it back. “She isn’t a ‘second date’ type of girl.” He informed. Subtle spite was laced in his tone to whatever loose-end past history there could have been.
At the sound of footsteps coming back up the stairs soon enough, he glanced toward the door. When the book was set on the table, he looked over the imagery and headers as Dahlia spoke. Sometime within it all, his eyes had lowered to the floor in thought, his arms crossed stiffly. As to why wolves would end up in the city, even if there was an incident? It was pretty damn far out of the way. He didn’t know any hunts he had taken that involved Canada or even-
“Jason- Wake up.”
The blank look on his face must have been caught, as his stare snapped toward an irritable looking Dahlia. A stare of annoyance cast back said of courseI’m listening, dammit. She had noticed out of the corner of her eye as Kougar spoke of her own case. Dahlia’s head shook.
“It wouldn’t involve any other pack, not even neighboring. Which leaves us with you.”
“Yeah yeah… I’m thinking.” Kei muttered, eyes back to the floor.
“Think harder. It could be anything in the past five years. Maybe longer.”
The man’s brow knitted together as he thought, silence following, so long as the Catwoman allowed. Dahlia meanwhile had her arms crossed, peering down to the coin. When she looked up? Maybe either of them might catch a moment of clarity on Kei/Jason’s face as something came to mind. It was followed by a sinking feeling and a look of guilt he wore almost too naturally.
Burning questions are like ribbons in the world of thought. For those who were attuned to hearing them, they could pluck them out of the realm and grab one to track it back to the thinker. In a similar manner, spirits were the same. Each spirit held a certian spiritual energy that tethered it to this life, past lives, or the next. Big enough questions could be imprinted on the spiritual energy. If they happened in more than one life, they were carried through time and from form to form with the soul. It was in this way that he knew she was coming before she did.
He picked up on the thoughts, one out of millions, to know who would follow those thoughts to answers. The phone number she called was answered by a female, an assistant that faced the world for him, filtered those who were less committed out of the equation. The day of Kougar's appointment an address was texted to her phone. A location to match the date and time.
However she chose to arrive at her destination, she would find herself caught in the middle of the town. An area that walked the line between poverty and middle class. Old signs were either painted over or entirely replaced to help the area looked better than it did. It was a gray overcast day with a perpetual fog over the buildings. Red brick stood out stark against the paler contrast. A small wooden sign hung over the door, rocking gentle and soundlessly always while in white lettering it reads, "The Mystics Shop."
Very original. And creative.
Windows were barred with metal rods. A purple neon light shines in the window that flickers with the words "Palm Reading" and "Tarrot Cards." Of course, the shop is meant for more than that. Otherwise, Kougar wouldn't have been invited to it. The door hinges to the building had their fair share of ware. It creaked when it opened in the warmly lit interior of the shop.
"I'll be right out," the familiar female voice from the phone called out. "Feel free to have a look around."
Kei’s brow raised as hers did, still begging for an answer it seemed. Would he come to regret that? Maybe, with how her tone of voice played it back no different than cocking the hammer of a gun back. Lone behold he sure as hell would get an ear full. For the duration of her answer, his eyes were forward on where they were going. Irritability still rolled off the man in waves, but it was strangely subdued as his jaw clenched itself tight. After a minute of silence perhaps, his head rolled on his shoulders as he looked up toward the buildings overhead. “You know what the problem is with hearing somethin’ too many times..? It starts losing its touch… and you sound like a girl or two I used to know. So if you aren’t putting out or paying for dinner tonight, I ain’t interested in hearing it.” A huff left his chest that could’ve been a laugh at heart, if only he had the humor for it. “Hell knows I’ve heard it all, so you’d better get creative.”
-/-
In the building’s back door, wards or no wards dragging on him, Kei carried himself with a sense of calm. A space on the wall was found to lean against with his arms crossed loosely. He didn’t expect to be staying for long if he had his way, whether they had some catching up to do or not. Somehow, still? He could have seemed like the tenser one in the room. The passing glance between the two women was concerning on his end… it was a dangerous thing, knowing one of them, let alone both. He let none of it show on his face if he could help it.
Dahlia moved on from it when the coin took her attention from then on. Her brow still raised as she pried for reasons as to the cat’s absence, but Kei was tight lipped. First name basis and all? It was a talk for another time. The coin was held up at eye level, studied for a few seconds over… it was then Dahlia’s expression had changed.
As much annoyance as he again showed at what she’d call him, the woman’s concern toward the coin was his first priority. A furrowed brow stare watched as she turned it in her fingers, seeming to give each of the wolves on it her attention. With every one of her questions he answered? Kei grimaced a little further. Wherever the issue was going, he didn’t like it. “Dahli you know if I see a stray dog on the street I’d shoot it. This one came through the theatre and the g’damn thing wasn’t lost. You can go inspect the damage yourself if you want to.”
“There shouldn’t be wolves in the city… at least, not as wolves. Not like that.” Dahlia stated.
“I’ve got a rifle missing two silver shells,” He muttered. “I’m not bullshitting.”
“Yeah yeah, I know you’re not…” The woman murmured. “Stay here,” Dahlia ordered. Her words weren’t even finished by the time she turned and headed toward a stairway going down to the basement. The door was pulled open and closed to the sound of her heels heading down into the corridor. When the sound faded, reluctantly they were left in their own silence until she’d return.
-/-
Footsteps returned soon enough and the door swung open. A decrepit looking book was housed under Dahlia’s arm, sat down on the desktop as she leafed through the pages. The outside cover was a deep maroon with seemingly hand-written text and illustrations inside it. “I’ve seen those marks before,” She spoke as she searched. When a certain page was flipped to, she pried her attention off of it and looked at them both. “Just as Salem had their witch trials, in the 1500s, France her their own persecutions of werewolf kind… countless, countless stories, each one more peculiar than the next. Men mauling their families, body parts found in ice chests, put off as a mental handicap and executed in some occasions…”
“What about it?” Kei interjected. His eyes studied the old book on the table that had seen countless decades it seemed.
“What about it?” Dahlia quirked a brow and shot Kei a stare. Her expression read ‘this is your problem, not mine.’ The coin was set down next to a similar insignia drawn onto the page. “Some say their ancestors migrated during those trials. It led to settlements in portions of Canada. In this case, it’s a Northern pack. Some say it’s along the border of Ontario and Quebec, between the national parks in the region.”
“And?”
Dahlia picked up the coin and flipped it toward Kei. “Each pack operates differently, but this is an emblem for a high ranking pack member. The ‘royal family’… it couldn’t be an Alpha’s, because it wouldn’t have been alone. It could be the Beta, Gamma… any of their children for that matter.” While she watched the reality of it settle in the two’s heads, Dahlia’s arms crossed again with a rather stern stare. “If you want that theatre clean? Then I’m coming back with you to make sure it is. It could be too late, they could be sitting on your doorstep waiting, Kei-Kitty. Wolves don’t forget so easy.”
The man wore a grimace on his face that was now trained on the floorboards. As if he’d been holding his breath, Kei exhaled and raised a hand to sweep through his hair, pushing the hood back along with it. “What are they doing in the theatre, then? Going all that way to the city in the first place?”
The woman shrugged and looked between the two. “I don’t know. It couldn’t be coincidence.” Dahlia’s head tilted. “Either of you. Do you have any sour history at all with werewolves? Jay- did you finish any hits concerning wolves in these last few years?”
“You ever met anything like me?” Kei questioned nonchalantly with a tilt of his head. Conceited? Maybe a little. It was curiosity above all, and for a few reasons in his mind. If she had met something along his own lines, he wanted to know about it. “They ain’t pleasant, I’m not gonna go convincing you that demons aren’t demons. They are. We are, at least part of me. You can focus on that part all you’d like; it isn’t gonna change.” A huff left his chest when he could feel her stare of annoyance practically. People gave off energies, and it wasn’t such a truly invisible thing. His senses could pick up on it in a heightened manner. For now, he resisted the urge to snicker.
What Kougar might not see? The irritableness on the man’s face when his name was used. There wasn’t any warning he could have given to prevent it; he hadn’t been thinking anyway. He wiped the glare off his face by the time the glance back to Kougar had been given. On the other end of the exchange? Dahlia was unbothered and hiding a smirk as she examined the other stranger that followed the ‘stray cat’ onto her doorstep. Kei gave no comment of it as they entered through the door. It was left for the last of them to close as Dahlia headed in first, taking her position against the desk with her arms crossed authoritatively. The wooden floors that made up the shop had seen better days, the building itself due for repairs but it aided to the ‘record shop aesthetic’ of it all. The only signs of something more sinister were the dampened feeling the shop gave off upon walking in.
When tossed the coin, it lingered in Dahlia’s fingers as an afternote. Who was he, throwing work onto her table without explaining first? As she asked the question, the woman’s sharp brows knitted together when she heard two answers at the same time. Just as Kei realized it, his words halted and Kougar’s would be heard above it. His gaze shifted back to the Catwoman’s as brooding as any other exchange they had.
“I get a man or two, on occasion… licking their wounds, something that sounds a little like you.” Dahlia’s lips curved to a sweet smile as she studied Kougar. What was that, admiration? Amusement? “Or, I actually read the paper between the lines, from time to time.” Her glance then went to Kei accusingly on the note. “You know, Jay I’d tried to contact you. It's been months after all.”
Another glare from the man- the corner of his mouth twitched irritably. He’d do nothing about it as long as the coin went unanswered in her hands. “Been busy… I changed lines of work.” He muttered back.
“Busy, huh?”
“Cut to the chase. Tell me somethin’ about that symbol.” He’d nearly growl.
Dahlia held a laugh back in her chest seemingly when the man squirmed over the subject. She sat back heavier on the edge of the desk and held the object up, lips pursing. Given only a few seconds, her lips turned to a frown. Another sharp gaze went between the two. “Where did you get this..?”
“A wolf dropped it in the theatre.”
“Did you say in the theatre?” Dahlia repeated incredulously.
“That’s right. It won’t be dropping anything else, either. So what is it?”
“Jason I fucking swear-" Dahlia's empty hand swept long dark locks back from her face. "Tell me you didn’t kill it.”
Kei stared at her questioningly when he wasn’t used to seeing shock on the shop owner’s face. A wayward glance went to Kougar, then back to the other. "What is it?"
"You did- didn't you? What did you do with the remains!? You know they can track even an ounce of-"
“I take it you’ve met a demon, and it didn’t go so well.” He went there. Straight, and to the point. His eyes remained forward as he said it. “Or somebody around you did. There’s a lotta’ classes of demons out there. Must’ve been something bigger and badder than me if you’re still running your mouth.” Kei murmured. If he was right? Maybe he wouldn’t blame her. He wasn’t about to go to bat for a species that didn’t need his defense when he only gave it half of his bloodline. While he’d let it take hold and direct him in the past, things had a way of shifting.
He was patient when the minor obstacle came, letting her pass over before he’d give his own attempt. Did he doubt her, after what had gone down in the theatre..? Frankly, he didn’t want to think about it too hard. Having someone in tow that could keep up for once, however, wasn’t such a bad thing. Once the fence was vacant, he pulled his hood taut over his head, stepped back a couple strides, rocked forward on his feet and took the leap. With enough skill yet far less finesse than the woman, the edge of his boot caught the fence at a higher point, approaching it like a solid wall climb. Hoisting himself up with his arms and throwing his center of balance across it. With a final flick of that dark matter tail of his, he was over. His boots landed far heavier than hers. He straightened once again to stand and let those demonic attributes of his wither again.
After his forewarning, the man said nothing. Once they had passed into close enough vicinity, the wards he had spoken of were all encompassing. A slow breath was taken on his own behalf as they drew closer to keep his stomach in place when they were none too friendly toward demonkind. The back of Kei’s hand knocked on the door a few times, and they were in wait. Shuffling could be heard on the other end for a suspicious amount of time before several locks were seemingly being unbolted. The door was suddenly pulled open and a set of deep brown eyes stared back accusingly, winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill, ruby lips pursed. The woman took one glance toward the man standing on the steps and her eyes seemed to narrow.
“I thought you were dead,” The woman stated plainly, quirking a brow as if it were a ‘pleasant’ surprise. The door was swung open further. Long, dark hair settled bout the woman’s shoulders. She wore an army green cargo jacket that was shorter than her midriff, a black tank underneath. Form-fitting dark jeans ended with a pair of boots that had some heel to them.
“So what are you doing here now, Jay? You know, it’s been a while.”
“Don’t worry about it. And I have a favor.”
As the woman examined him, she wouldn’t miss Kougar’s presence waiting behind. A gaze was shot to the woman. Quiet for a moment, there was no mistaking the way her eyes held a glint of interest. They then shot to Kei accusingly. “Who’s your friend?”
Kei’s eyes went back to Kougar briefly, then back to the woman. “Not a friend... call it ‘business’. I need you to look at something for me.”
The woman looked between the two and cast the man a warning stare. She was welcoming a stranger into the place. Should anything go awry? It was on his head. Sighing, she stepped back from the door and walked further in.
The space they entered was narrow with a higher ceiling, as most record shops would have. A curtain straight ahead divided the back room from the front where rows of records and displays were visible through a crack. The back room, however, was rather blank. Upon walking in, the small space held a recliner in the corner and a couple chairs for those that may come in for the after-hour business the shop possessed… the wards had grown in their intensity after stepping inside. The space held a couple of doors- one seemingly a storage closet, the other at the end of a set of stairs that went down into a basement.
“Well, c’mon then, introduce me to your friend.” The woman quirked a smile, where her tone had way of commanding rather than asking. It seemed that Kougar wasn’t the only one apt on getting on the Hunter’s nerves.
“Ain’t a friend.” Kei’s arms crossed. Reluctantly he spoke again. “Kougar this is Dahlia, and if anybody knows about it, might be her.”
“Know about what? What the hell has you coming here tonight anyway? It’s been months.”
“I’ve been busy, alright? And here.” Digging in his back pocket, the coin was tossed toward Dahlia to catch.
The woman caught it, holding it between her fingers. Her curiosity went toward Kougar first as she strode over and leaned on the edge of the desk in the room comfortably. “You know we get all kinds of drifters through here… and I could swear that I’ve heard your name before.” She commented. Dahlia’s lips curved into a grin.
“If I kill somethin’ then it deserved to be dead, nothing less than it. And I save more lives than I take. It wasn’t always the case. It is now.” Kei could only speak for the past closest behind him. What of his mercenary days? They were a dark shadow over his head that he neither liked about himself nor loathed. He acknowledged it for what it was and had moved forward from then on. From the corner of his eye, another glance was cast toward the woman. Kei huffed. “I must’ve been looking for trouble in the opposite corner. Besides. If anybody knew me in this city, they’re either dead or assume that I am... not everybody’s out for notoriety. Some guys were just lookin’ to get by.”
The laugh caused his head to turn when she let it loose, a brow arching high. “Well Kyle you might not sugar coat it, but you’re pretty piss poor at answering anything in the straight and narrow.” He knew that demeanor, however. He’d carried similar in the past. He knew of the underground all the same and just what it could entail. “I figure you’re out on these streets at night for yourself, nobody else? Looking to make your pockets a little heavier. Maybe earn a desk to kick your feet on.” Another glance went back to her as they walked when he was curious just how close the hypothesis could’ve been. There was nothing overly endearing about the way his deep tone rattled it off.
With conversation behind, the man had no issue with silence as they walked. The streets surrounding the theatre were in disrepair just as the building was; it spoke to better times and better days before the area had lost its energy. The higher the skyscrapers rose elsewhere in the city, the emptier those streets became. Soon enough after some walking, the started to clean themselves up as they left a more residential area for a business district. “Eight blocks,” He stated after some time of walking. “Five if you’re up for a climb. I’ll assume you are.”
On that note, one block later he turned. The alley eventually took them to a dead end where a chain link fence guarded it. Hoisting himself up, the tapping of the unstable fence against its posts fell on deaf ears so late at night. Kei dropped off on the other end and sauntered onward. Assuming she’d made it over herself, his voice called out. “The place up ahead, there.” They were approaching a long line of buildings that butted up against one another, seemingly from behind by the plain look of the doors on each unit. Kei slowed his walk.
“Ground rules. The place is warded from top to bottom, don’t go stealing anything you wouldn’t put your life on the line, for. The owner’s got a temper. We’re only goin’ in for answers, let’s not make anything more of it.”
The closer they grew, the sign became legible. Paradox Records. The building itself looked a little worse for wear from aging, the cement steps leading up to the back door cracked and starting to slant. The closer they grew… an energy could be felt around the place that could raise hairs. It was as if something were pushing back at them as they would approach. He paid no mind to it as he led them up the short steps and gave the door a few knocks.
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It seemed either of the cats had doors they didn’t want to be opened, whether it be Kei’s own prying toward Kougar’s affairs, or that of the shop owner, likewise. He wasn’t here to talk about what he’d been up to. Far from being a leisurely trip, it all could be gone over the next time he was around. Walking in the doors had him tense enough, wards or no wards. Not to mention the woman’s reaction to the coin and the fact that they both might be having wolves breathing down their necks for the meantime.
A glare wouldn’t be missed when the man gave her a side glance as she approached. His brow raised, and some untold answer was seemingly on his tongue. He’d bite it back. “She isn’t a ‘second date’ type of girl.” He informed. Subtle spite was laced in his tone to whatever loose-end past history there could have been.
At the sound of footsteps coming back up the stairs soon enough, he glanced toward the door. When the book was set on the table, he looked over the imagery and headers as Dahlia spoke. Sometime within it all, his eyes had lowered to the floor in thought, his arms crossed stiffly. As to why wolves would end up in the city, even if there was an incident? It was pretty damn far out of the way. He didn’t know any hunts he had taken that involved Canada or even-
“Jason- Wake up.”
The blank look on his face must have been caught, as his stare snapped toward an irritable looking Dahlia. A stare of annoyance cast back said of course I’m listening, dammit. She had noticed out of the corner of her eye as Kougar spoke of her own case. Dahlia’s head shook.
“It wouldn’t involve any other pack, not even neighboring. Which leaves us with you.”
“Yeah yeah… I’m thinking.” Kei muttered, eyes back to the floor.
“Think harder. It could be anything in the past five years. Maybe longer.”
The man’s brow knitted together as he thought, silence following, so long as the Catwoman allowed. Dahlia meanwhile had her arms crossed, peering down to the coin. When she looked up? Maybe either of them might catch a moment of clarity on Kei/Jason’s face as something came to mind. It was followed by a sinking feeling and a look of guilt he wore almost too naturally.
Burning questions are like ribbons in the world of thought. For those who were attuned to hearing them, they could pluck them out of the realm and grab one to track it back to the thinker. In a similar manner, spirits were the same. Each spirit held a certian spiritual energy that tethered it to this life, past lives, or the next. Big enough questions could be imprinted on the spiritual energy. If they happened in more than one life, they were carried through time and from form to form with the soul. It was in this way that he knew she was coming before she did.
He picked up on the thoughts, one out of millions, to know who would follow those thoughts to answers. The phone number she called was answered by a female, an assistant that faced the world for him, filtered those who were less committed out of the equation. The day of Kougar's appointment an address was texted to her phone. A location to match the date and time.
However she chose to arrive at her destination, she would find herself caught in the middle of the town. An area that walked the line between poverty and middle class. Old signs were either painted over or entirely replaced to help the area looked better than it did. It was a gray overcast day with a perpetual fog over the buildings. Red brick stood out stark against the paler contrast. A small wooden sign hung over the door, rocking gentle and soundlessly always while in white lettering it reads, "The Mystics Shop."
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Windows were barred with metal rods. A purple neon light shines in the window that flickers with the words "Palm Reading" and "Tarrot Cards." Of course, the shop is meant for more than that. Otherwise, Kougar wouldn't have been invited to it. The door hinges to the building had their fair share of ware. It creaked when it opened in the warmly lit interior of the shop.
"I'll be right out," the familiar female voice from the phone called out. "Feel free to have a look around."
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Kei’s brow raised as hers did, still begging for an answer it seemed. Would he come to regret that? Maybe, with how her tone of voice played it back no different than cocking the hammer of a gun back. Lone behold he sure as hell would get an ear full. For the duration of her answer, his eyes were forward on where they were going. Irritability still rolled off the man in waves, but it was strangely subdued as his jaw clenched itself tight. After a minute of silence perhaps, his head rolled on his shoulders as he looked up toward the buildings overhead. “You know what the problem is with hearing somethin’ too many times..? It starts losing its touch… and you sound like a girl or two I used to know. So if you aren’t putting out or paying for dinner tonight, I ain’t interested in hearing it.” A huff left his chest that could’ve been a laugh at heart, if only he had the humor for it. “Hell knows I’ve heard it all, so you’d better get creative.”
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In the building’s back door, wards or no wards dragging on him, Kei carried himself with a sense of calm. A space on the wall was found to lean against with his arms crossed loosely. He didn’t expect to be staying for long if he had his way, whether they had some catching up to do or not. Somehow, still? He could have seemed like the tenser one in the room. The passing glance between the two women was concerning on his end… it was a dangerous thing, knowing one of them, let alone both. He let none of it show on his face if he could help it.
Dahlia moved on from it when the coin took her attention from then on. Her brow still raised as she pried for reasons as to the cat’s absence, but Kei was tight lipped. First name basis and all? It was a talk for another time. The coin was held up at eye level, studied for a few seconds over… it was then Dahlia’s expression had changed.
As much annoyance as he again showed at what she’d call him, the woman’s concern toward the coin was his first priority. A furrowed brow stare watched as she turned it in her fingers, seeming to give each of the wolves on it her attention. With every one of her questions he answered? Kei grimaced a little further. Wherever the issue was going, he didn’t like it. “Dahli you know if I see a stray dog on the street I’d shoot it. This one came through the theatre and the g’damn thing wasn’t lost. You can go inspect the damage yourself if you want to.”
“There shouldn’t be wolves in the city… at least, not as wolves. Not like that.” Dahlia stated.
“I’ve got a rifle missing two silver shells,” He muttered. “I’m not bullshitting.”
“Yeah yeah, I know you’re not…” The woman murmured. “Stay here,” Dahlia ordered. Her words weren’t even finished by the time she turned and headed toward a stairway going down to the basement. The door was pulled open and closed to the sound of her heels heading down into the corridor. When the sound faded, reluctantly they were left in their own silence until she’d return.
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Footsteps returned soon enough and the door swung open. A decrepit looking book was housed under Dahlia’s arm, sat down on the desktop as she leafed through the pages. The outside cover was a deep maroon with seemingly hand-written text and illustrations inside it. “I’ve seen those marks before,” She spoke as she searched. When a certain page was flipped to, she pried her attention off of it and looked at them both. “Just as Salem had their witch trials, in the 1500s, France her their own persecutions of werewolf kind… countless, countless stories, each one more peculiar than the next. Men mauling their families, body parts found in ice chests, put off as a mental handicap and executed in some occasions…”
“What about it?” Kei interjected. His eyes studied the old book on the table that had seen countless decades it seemed.
“What about it?” Dahlia quirked a brow and shot Kei a stare. Her expression read ‘this is your problem, not mine.’ The coin was set down next to a similar insignia drawn onto the page. “Some say their ancestors migrated during those trials. It led to settlements in portions of Canada. In this case, it’s a Northern pack. Some say it’s along the border of Ontario and Quebec, between the national parks in the region.”
“And?”
Dahlia picked up the coin and flipped it toward Kei. “Each pack operates differently, but this is an emblem for a high ranking pack member. The ‘royal family’… it couldn’t be an Alpha’s, because it wouldn’t have been alone. It could be the Beta, Gamma… any of their children for that matter.” While she watched the reality of it settle in the two’s heads, Dahlia’s arms crossed again with a rather stern stare. “If you want that theatre clean? Then I’m coming back with you to make sure it is. It could be too late, they could be sitting on your doorstep waiting, Kei-Kitty. Wolves don’t forget so easy.”
The man wore a grimace on his face that was now trained on the floorboards. As if he’d been holding his breath, Kei exhaled and raised a hand to sweep through his hair, pushing the hood back along with it. “What are they doing in the theatre, then? Going all that way to the city in the first place?”
The woman shrugged and looked between the two. “I don’t know. It couldn’t be coincidence.” Dahlia’s head tilted. “Either of you. Do you have any sour history at all with werewolves? Jay- did you finish any hits concerning wolves in these last few years?”
“You ever met anything like me?” Kei questioned nonchalantly with a tilt of his head. Conceited? Maybe a little. It was curiosity above all, and for a few reasons in his mind. If she had met something along his own lines, he wanted to know about it. “They ain’t pleasant, I’m not gonna go convincing you that demons aren’t demons. They are. We are, at least part of me. You can focus on that part all you’d like; it isn’t gonna change.” A huff left his chest when he could feel her stare of annoyance practically. People gave off energies, and it wasn’t such a truly invisible thing. His senses could pick up on it in a heightened manner. For now, he resisted the urge to snicker.
What Kougar might not see? The irritableness on the man’s face when his name was used. There wasn’t any warning he could have given to prevent it; he hadn’t been thinking anyway. He wiped the glare off his face by the time the glance back to Kougar had been given. On the other end of the exchange? Dahlia was unbothered and hiding a smirk as she examined the other stranger that followed the ‘stray cat’ onto her doorstep. Kei gave no comment of it as they entered through the door. It was left for the last of them to close as Dahlia headed in first, taking her position against the desk with her arms crossed authoritatively. The wooden floors that made up the shop had seen better days, the building itself due for repairs but it aided to the ‘record shop aesthetic’ of it all. The only signs of something more sinister were the dampened feeling the shop gave off upon walking in.
When tossed the coin, it lingered in Dahlia’s fingers as an afternote. Who was he, throwing work onto her table without explaining first? As she asked the question, the woman’s sharp brows knitted together when she heard two answers at the same time. Just as Kei realized it, his words halted and Kougar’s would be heard above it. His gaze shifted back to the Catwoman’s as brooding as any other exchange they had.
“I get a man or two, on occasion… licking their wounds, something that sounds a little like you.” Dahlia’s lips curved to a sweet smile as she studied Kougar. What was that, admiration? Amusement? “Or, I actually read the paper between the lines, from time to time.” Her glance then went to Kei accusingly on the note. “You know, Jay I’d tried to contact you. It's been months after all.”
Another glare from the man- the corner of his mouth twitched irritably. He’d do nothing about it as long as the coin went unanswered in her hands. “Been busy… I changed lines of work.” He muttered back.
“Busy, huh?”
“Cut to the chase. Tell me somethin’ about that symbol.” He’d nearly growl.
Dahlia held a laugh back in her chest seemingly when the man squirmed over the subject. She sat back heavier on the edge of the desk and held the object up, lips pursing. Given only a few seconds, her lips turned to a frown. Another sharp gaze went between the two. “Where did you get this..?”
“A wolf dropped it in the theatre.”
“Did you say in the theatre?” Dahlia repeated incredulously.
“That’s right. It won’t be dropping anything else, either. So what is it?”
“Jason I fucking swear-" Dahlia's empty hand swept long dark locks back from her face. "Tell me you didn’t kill it.”
Kei stared at her questioningly when he wasn’t used to seeing shock on the shop owner’s face. A wayward glance went to Kougar, then back to the other. "What is it?"
"You did- didn't you? What did you do with the remains!? You know they can track even an ounce of-"
"What the hell is it?" He snapped.
“I take it you’ve met a demon, and it didn’t go so well.” He went there. Straight, and to the point. His eyes remained forward as he said it. “Or somebody around you did. There’s a lotta’ classes of demons out there. Must’ve been something bigger and badder than me if you’re still running your mouth.” Kei murmured. If he was right? Maybe he wouldn’t blame her. He wasn’t about to go to bat for a species that didn’t need his defense when he only gave it half of his bloodline. While he’d let it take hold and direct him in the past, things had a way of shifting.
He was patient when the minor obstacle came, letting her pass over before he’d give his own attempt. Did he doubt her, after what had gone down in the theatre..? Frankly, he didn’t want to think about it too hard. Having someone in tow that could keep up for once, however, wasn’t such a bad thing. Once the fence was vacant, he pulled his hood taut over his head, stepped back a couple strides, rocked forward on his feet and took the leap. With enough skill yet far less finesse than the woman, the edge of his boot caught the fence at a higher point, approaching it like a solid wall climb. Hoisting himself up with his arms and throwing his center of balance across it. With a final flick of that dark matter tail of his, he was over. His boots landed far heavier than hers. He straightened once again to stand and let those demonic attributes of his wither again.
After his forewarning, the man said nothing. Once they had passed into close enough vicinity, the wards he had spoken of were all encompassing. A slow breath was taken on his own behalf as they drew closer to keep his stomach in place when they were none too friendly toward demonkind. The back of Kei’s hand knocked on the door a few times, and they were in wait. Shuffling could be heard on the other end for a suspicious amount of time before several locks were seemingly being unbolted. The door was suddenly pulled open and a set of deep brown eyes stared back accusingly, winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill, ruby lips pursed. The woman took one glance toward the man standing on the steps and her eyes seemed to narrow.
“I thought you were dead,” The woman stated plainly, quirking a brow as if it were a ‘pleasant’ surprise. The door was swung open further. Long, dark hair settled bout the woman’s shoulders. She wore an army green cargo jacket that was shorter than her midriff, a black tank underneath. Form-fitting dark jeans ended with a pair of boots that had some heel to them.
“So what are you doing here now, Jay? You know, it’s been a while.”
“Don’t worry about it. And I have a favor.”
As the woman examined him, she wouldn’t miss Kougar’s presence waiting behind. A gaze was shot to the woman. Quiet for a moment, there was no mistaking the way her eyes held a glint of interest. They then shot to Kei accusingly. “Who’s your friend?”
Kei’s eyes went back to Kougar briefly, then back to the woman. “Not a friend... call it ‘business’. I need you to look at something for me.”
The woman looked between the two and cast the man a warning stare. She was welcoming a stranger into the place. Should anything go awry? It was on his head. Sighing, she stepped back from the door and walked further in.
The space they entered was narrow with a higher ceiling, as most record shops would have. A curtain straight ahead divided the back room from the front where rows of records and displays were visible through a crack. The back room, however, was rather blank. Upon walking in, the small space held a recliner in the corner and a couple chairs for those that may come in for the after-hour business the shop possessed… the wards had grown in their intensity after stepping inside. The space held a couple of doors- one seemingly a storage closet, the other at the end of a set of stairs that went down into a basement.
“Well, c’mon then, introduce me to your friend.” The woman quirked a smile, where her tone had way of commanding rather than asking. It seemed that Kougar wasn’t the only one apt on getting on the Hunter’s nerves.
“Ain’t a friend.” Kei’s arms crossed. Reluctantly he spoke again. “Kougar this is Dahlia, and if anybody knows about it, might be her.”
“Know about what? What the hell has you coming here tonight anyway? It’s been months.”
“I’ve been busy, alright? And here.” Digging in his back pocket, the coin was tossed toward Dahlia to catch.
The woman caught it, holding it between her fingers. Her curiosity went toward Kougar first as she strode over and leaned on the edge of the desk in the room comfortably. “You know we get all kinds of drifters through here… and I could swear that I’ve heard your name before.” She commented. Dahlia’s lips curved into a grin.
“If I kill somethin’ then it deserved to be dead, nothing less than it. And I save more lives than I take. It wasn’t always the case. It is now.” Kei could only speak for the past closest behind him. What of his mercenary days? They were a dark shadow over his head that he neither liked about himself nor loathed. He acknowledged it for what it was and had moved forward from then on. From the corner of his eye, another glance was cast toward the woman. Kei huffed. “I must’ve been looking for trouble in the opposite corner. Besides. If anybody knew me in this city, they’re either dead or assume that I am... not everybody’s out for notoriety. Some guys were just lookin’ to get by.”
The laugh caused his head to turn when she let it loose, a brow arching high. “Well Kyle you might not sugar coat it, but you’re pretty piss poor at answering anything in the straight and narrow.” He knew that demeanor, however. He’d carried similar in the past. He knew of the underground all the same and just what it could entail. “I figure you’re out on these streets at night for yourself, nobody else? Looking to make your pockets a little heavier. Maybe earn a desk to kick your feet on.” Another glance went back to her as they walked when he was curious just how close the hypothesis could’ve been. There was nothing overly endearing about the way his deep tone rattled it off.
With conversation behind, the man had no issue with silence as they walked. The streets surrounding the theatre were in disrepair just as the building was; it spoke to better times and better days before the area had lost its energy. The higher the skyscrapers rose elsewhere in the city, the emptier those streets became. Soon enough after some walking, the started to clean themselves up as they left a more residential area for a business district. “Eight blocks,” He stated after some time of walking. “Five if you’re up for a climb. I’ll assume you are.”
On that note, one block later he turned. The alley eventually took them to a dead end where a chain link fence guarded it. Hoisting himself up, the tapping of the unstable fence against its posts fell on deaf ears so late at night. Kei dropped off on the other end and sauntered onward. Assuming she’d made it over herself, his voice called out. “The place up ahead, there.” They were approaching a long line of buildings that butted up against one another, seemingly from behind by the plain look of the doors on each unit. Kei slowed his walk.
“Ground rules. The place is warded from top to bottom, don’t go stealing anything you wouldn’t put your life on the line, for. The owner’s got a temper. We’re only goin’ in for answers, let’s not make anything more of it.”
The closer they grew, the sign became legible. Paradox Records. The building itself looked a little worse for wear from aging, the cement steps leading up to the back door cracked and starting to slant. The closer they grew… an energy could be felt around the place that could raise hairs. It was as if something were pushing back at them as they would approach. He paid no mind to it as he led them up the short steps and gave the door a few knocks.
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