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My Story Is...
~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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Would You Like To Hire Her To Steal Something From Someone?
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Current Threads
☑Kei ☑Dominic ☑Thomas Wayne ☑Caelestra ☑Kilala ☑Kirishima
YOU ADD YOU START!
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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To her choice of words, Dominic squinted momentarily, shooting her a glance of displeasure before his expression loosened again. A sly smile tugged across his lips to replace it; one that symbolized his patience had paid off. Speculative hues wouldn't leave her as she approached, brows knitting together. He could be just as wary as he was curious. The woman wasn’t any more predictable since the theatre many nights before. He felt the brush of the fabric, as well as her figure as she passed on by but his own wouldn't budge more than a fraction. Dominic clicked his tongue a few times as she went around him, and hummed. "Is that a threat, or a promise..? You do put on quite a show, truly," He responded in a hushed tone, the words leaving his throat like velvet. His head tipped back a fraction as if to acknowledge her there, a small hint of his cologne worn able to be picked up from her closeness. For the time being... he was behaving.
"Rest assured, I don't need your secrets... And as you know well enough, I have my own. Let’s not worry over names." Dominic's chin tipped over his shoulder ever so slightly but he wouldn't turn… her house, her rules. But just what was he doing there? The messages from the woman thus far hinted he only had so long to speak his case before interest would be lost altogether. He started it off in a quieter voice since she had drawn closer.
"I'm not here to waste your time, nor mine." Gone was the teasing tone of voice from moments before, just as soon as his intentions took over. He let a few moments of silence pass, listening in to the sounds of the club before continuing. "I am looking for assistance… for something you might find to be up your alley, or so I have been told," Dominic glanced further over his shoulder, a glimpse of amber hues seen. His words remained just as cryptic, hushed to not be overheard by any passerby. "I need a person of your skillset. An extra set of hands, if you will…” The man’s chin tipped forward again, adjusting his suit jacket listlessly. “It is a task I will compensate for. Your time is money, as is mine."
The music went on, different scents of perfume and cologne passing him by as Dominic kept hold of his drink, studying the venue on occasion. The music shifted as the next routine had begun. He watched men sit up in their seats of the finely upholstered chairs and leave their drinks on the table be for the time being. It was men and women alike although one-half of the demographics were notably more concerned than the other. The man brought the glass to his lips and took a drink. He had always admired such places no matter what triggers the atmosphere held for him… still. He could spare some time in a crowd if there was business to be done.
The woman, clad in glitter and pink walked onto the stage like the world had been waiting on her, and in the burlesque that was truly the case. He listened through the cheers and applause and whistles of the crowd, prying his eyes away when he caught a hint of something… familiar. The man’s memory would never let him forget a scent he had come across. Now, he was searching the room for the source through the countless figures and other distractions for it.
His eyes came to rest on the show more often than not. With each passing glance, the routine went on and the star of it switched gears to excite whatever the audience’s next fantasy may be, and the woman could most certainly guess them all. There was a power to it, a tradeoff. What a bit of skin shown could get a woman who knew how to flaunt it, was something. Even he wasn’t immune when certain portions of the show had drawn a smile across his lips. Admittedly, his mission went semi-forgotten until the stage was empty and music came to a lull until the next dancer was to go on.
Another sip of the glass was taken, not that it mattered to the man. It was a way to look lively in a room full of heartbeats that had their eyes peeled elsewhere anyway; better safe than sorry. His search resumed with a glance at his watch but there was a staleness to the scent he had remembered. Maybe she’d left, and he’d missed his window. Maybe she had- “...”
“No…” Dominic whispered audibly in disbelief when it came back to him. His eyes caught the sight of the woman robed in silk as she passed by the bar. He went unnoticed for the time being. A hand covered his mouth as he watched her pass on by, covering a devil’s grin, tight-lipped to not give away his own secret that even glamours couldn’t hide for him. Regaining his composure, the man swept a ringed hand through his hair and stood from the bar. He left the half-finished drink and a tip on the counter.
Before he could slip his own way up to the VIP section, Dominic heard the cry from downstairs. Other patrons went on with their chatter, numbed by the drinks in hand or giving but a side glance in the direction it had come from… others were observant and listening. The vampire’s gaze landed on the floor as he filtered through the noise to listen… that was his mystery woman. It had to be. He watched the man in black as he left, going down the stairs to whatever task might suit him afterwards.
“You know, the outfit doesn't always make the woman…”
A quiet voice rang out amidst the white noise and music, projected toward her. It was English, the accent unmistakable, the words he had chosen might ring bells all the same. There stood the man, discreetly placed against the end of the stairway’s bannister where he leaned against the railing. His hands were in the pockets of his dress pants, head tilted just a few degrees her way. Amber hues were alight, tossing her a rather ‘knowing’ stare. “But I have a feeling you would own whatever you might put on, with confidence. Truly.”
Dominic cast another glance toward the woman as she spoke, following the trail of her fingertips until his eyes met hers with a glint to them. "My dear, the outfit doesn't always make a woman, but a record will always make its sound." The man’s eyes turned elsewhere after their exchange, doing a sweep of the balcony seating. Oh let me count the felines, he thought with every bit of movement he saw. This wasn’t his meeting, it was none of the vampire’s true concern aside from the safety of his business partner and one precarious heartbeat in the room that he was leaving be, at least for now.
Dahlia felt Kougar’s presence over her shoulder in the meanwhile as the woman gathered her bearings and sat before the seal, still kneeling. Her hands wiped what was a dusty substance off her palms. It was reddish-brown in hue. “Hey, girlie… are you still hanging around with that stray?” She spoke a little tiredly, informally teasing despite it being only their second crossing of paths. Dahlia studied her handiwork before drawing in a breath and standing from it. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked over to the Catwoman.
“It’s a neutralizing spell… it seeks whatever life essence that its center contains and returns it to the earth as dust.” She explained. Blood, that was. The remnants of wolf blood that she could conjure up were seen in the innermost portion of the seak. Whether it was found from under the theatre seats, hiding in the cracks… or if Kei had just done that poorly of a job on his shift of the cleaning. Dahlia’s arms crossed, expression grave for a brief second. “If the blood has energy left in it then it will dissolve any trace within a radius. Living or dead.” Lethal..? It could be. It all depended on the wielder and their purposes.
Jason meanwhile had quieted from their rough start at entering the building. His back was turned away from Dominic (although never entirely), studying the mage’s display upon the floor with his brows knitted together. “You said you found something..?”
“That’s right,” Dahlia answered. “Do you remember that amusement park, on the West end?”
Jason’s head tilted. “Yeah, I remember… It shut down a few years ago.”
“Exactly. That doesn’t mean it’s vacant. There’s been some activity lately.” Dahlia left the bag at her feet alone for the moment and handed over a photograph to be shared between the two. Obviously took at a distance, the grainy image looked down at a section of the amusement park grounds. A hunched over, beast-like silhouette was visible.
“How the hell did you find all this so soon..?”
The vampire further back on the stage cleared his throat deliberately to answer it. From where Dominic stood, his eyes shot toward the demon. “Consider it a favor, Jason.” He spoke sternly. “Don’t come to expect it, we have done quite enough as is. We won’t be risking our livelihood due to where you decided to put yours.” The man was irritated for being there when he couldn’t let Dahlia go alone.
Jason’s jaw tightened, a cold stare shot back to the immortal but he couldn’t argue with him either. It was more than they had to go on before. A wayward glance to Dahlia was made but her expression didn’t say anything different.
“And for the Catwoman,” Dahlia spoke up instead, averting her eyes from Jason. She reached down into the bag again and tossed something underhand to Kougar that was inside. “These are for you,” If she chose to catch it, the item was a cloth drawstring bag that had a handful of spherical black capsules inside, a little smaller than a golf ball. They were bound tight with malleable plastic. “Treat it like an impact grenade. Be careful with them, the contents are potent. Pepper, a dash of chilli powder… a trace amount of wolfsbane I could find. It won’t be lethal, but the smell will ward them off and it burns the eyes and nose.”
12:30 AM | Saturday Night—Sunday Morning | Kitty Nights Burlesque
While the night was over, the morning was still awake with activity for the weekend spent out on the street. The chill of the night air hadn’t kept the night owls at bay when the restaurants and bars opened, letting in a crowd that was still there as the street lights glowed at their finest. Work was over for most, the weekend in full swing. As he passed down the sidewalk many were stumbling past at their own happy paces, onto the next bar, hotel, or even the subway home if they were done.
It wasn’t the first time the club’s doors opened that night, nor was Dominic the first ID showed at the door. He was checked for anything contraband next, but the man was carrying little to begin with. Once through, Dominic’s strides took him past the entry and onto the main floor where the dim lights shone across the burlesque style club. He gathered his bearings for a moment, tuning into the music rather than the heartbeats of patrons that filled the space. For most, their eyes were to the stage or among one another where they sat in booths, chatter and music filling the venue. Doing a sweep of the interior his senses were met with the smell of perfume, cologne, and alcohol among other things within the burlesque…
He’d follow the latter of them toward the bar, turning toward the right as he passed on through the club. When the bar was reached, he chose a stool near the end of the counter to sit that left some space between other occupants. A drink was ordered, for atmosphere-sake. A cranberry vodka in a short glass. Post-sunset, the vampire’s attire differed from what he had worn into the theatre. He was no longer hiding behind the hood, for one. It was far more… formal. Black pants and dress boots were worn, as well as a jacket to suit it, the front left undone. A white button-up shirt was worn underneath, the top button was undone and left without a tie. Unruly dirty blond locks were tamed back and kept at bay for the evening.
Amber hues did a sweep on occasion, watching the show from where he sat. His eyes flickered toward the door by the bar whenever it might open… if the Catwoman wasn’t there, then in the very least he could consider it a night away from work that he rarely took for himself. In a city so diluted with people, the science of tracking one out of millions could be a slow process at best. If she was there? Well… he was still thinking that possibility over. Now and then he took a sip of his drink, studying the heartbeats of the room when his mind trailed off for too long. His right hand tampered with the rings he wore on occasion as he thought. On occasion an inhale was taken, searching for something... more familiar in the crowd.
“Now... why would I do that?” Kei uttered almost inaudibly under his breath, mockingly so. He didn’t doubt it himself with how many people he had pissed off in the last 48 hours alone.
Too bad they had been heard, down to the squeak of the door hinges… and so the vampire had waited. And waited. Patiently, until he had lunged and grabbed onto the first thing he’d seen and thrown it to the wall.
Wham. It had been none other than Kei. The man pinning the demon to the wall felt the rapidly growing heart rate below his hand. His teeth clenched momentarily in almost a snarl where the tips of fangs could be seen. Only for a moment. Kei had been let go, and after the bitter words were thrown back and forth between the two, the stranger watched the demon leave for the stage area.
The stranger studied her, then. From the precarious whip in her hands, to her attire that sparked his curiosity from the moment Dahlia had described it after their shop visit. A head-to-toe sweep was done without shame of it. She seemed human. In the least, nothing tipped the immortal off otherwise. The man did away with his hostility the moment after and addressed her, waiting for her response.
“Dominic, patron of Paradox.” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You are already acquainted with it, or so I have been told.” His chin tipped when she continued walking, his heels turned to follow some distance behind.
In the middle of the stage was Dahlia. On the wooden surface, there was a large square of canvas rolled out flat like a scroll that had been undone. It was about 4x4’, with a circular seal drawn upon it in dark brown ink. There were markings in Latin and some secondary language, candles seated at the intersections, still lit with pools of wax in their centers showing they had been burning for a short while. The woman knelt before it, wearing a black jacket and jeans, her hands in fingerless gloves that were still planted on the edges of the seal. Hearing the commotion and shouting behind her, she sat up from the seal and slowly stood, exhaling a breath. A word was whispered and slowly, the candles went out.
“Is everything alright back there, or do I need to break you two up?” Dahlia muttered as she turned around. Her eyes shot to Dominic accusingly, who held his ground but said nothing.
“I thought you said you weren’t coming around here?” Kei spoke up instead. He let the curse wither away, still wearing a scowl (and perhaps an ounce of pain) from the incident moments before.
“I wasn’t.” Dahlia wiped her hands together before her arms crossed. “But I found something about your little wolf problem. I figured I’d find you both here sooner or later.” She smirked and looked back to the circle. “I’ve taken the liberty of cleaning this place up a little in the meantime. There isn’t a trace of blood left that will carry a scent. Unless they already know, they can’t track it back to the building.”
“...Clean is a relative word,” Dominic stated under his breath as he studied the rows of theatre chairs. It earned a side glare from Jason.
“I have something for you, too.” Dahlia glanced over to Kougar, tipping her chin up to gesture her way. She walked over to a backpack set not far from the canvas scroll, unzipping the top.
By the time they reached the theatre’s back doors the daylight had outweighed the night, the sounds of cars moving and sirens wailing heard off in the distance as it was business as usual. Before pulling the ‘boarded’ door free, Jason froze when the board wedging it in place came out without a fight just as his fingers brushed it. The demon bristled and glanced back toward Kougar.
“Look alive... We might not be the only ones here.”
The door was opened, then. Jason swung it out slowly, avoiding the creak of the hinges in the process. He snuck a peek into the hallway after opening it, pausing… the demon stepped inside afterward, silent as he accounted for what weapons (if anything) he still had on hand. He waited for her to enter before closing the door(for the most part) and leaving it for the time being. Jason shut his eyes and let the curse take over his form. Once it had finished in the seconds after, ears atop his head quivered. Dammit. He could hear footsteps down the way. Too light to be a wolf, but worrying all the same.
They were almost to the hallway’s opening(where the back of the stage would be seen) before-
Thud. The sound was heavy, followed by a grunt of surprise from the demon. What came right before it was a flash of movement that Kei hadn’t been given time to prepare for. As a result, he found himself a few feet back from where he started with his shoulders shoved into the wall, and a single hand pressed to his chest keeping him pinned.
The figure that had caused it now stood in view, after the 0.5 seconds it took to get there—shove the demon to the wall, and assess just what he was looking at. The man was no different in height than Kei, somewhere between his late twenties and early thirties. The man’s face was angular, matching the sharp stare of those amber hues that were burning holes through the demon if they could. He wore a black trench coat, the hood of a jacket underneath having fallen when he pinned the man, letting dirty blond locks of hair fall forward into his face.
“Jason,” The stranger muttered in a quiet tone. A tight-lipped smile went across his face like a spider that was pleased with what it had caught.
Kei’s ears were flat to his skull meanwhile. “What the hell are you doing here?” He answered bitterly.
The man’s hand left, releasing the demon when he didn’t want it on the bloodied jacket a second longer. “Now what or who do you think might have brought me to here?” He shot back. His tongue was laced with an English accent as he spoke. "They were here over twelve hours ago. There aren't any new scents I can pick up from wolves... and now, the only trace of blood in this ruddy place is you." The stranger’s nose wrinkled, eyes squinting. Still, the man's mouth tugged into a devil's smirk, fangs and all, that made the demon uneasy enough to throw a scowl back.
"Where the hell is Dahlia?" Kei growled, walking past the vampire, that was still containing a snicker to the reaction.
"I'm in here," Dahlia spoke up in an exasperated tone from the theatre's stage, just behind the curtain that was half-closed.
Once the demon had left his sights, the stranger swept his hair back from his face. He cast his eyes to the Catwoman. “...My dear, and you are?”
While she was shaking her head to her own thoughts, a glance was cast toward the doorway of the space. Had the wolves managed to come down here, or was it too far into the grime of the city for a few stray drops of blood here and there to be traced? The odds felt in their favor, or at least more than it had been if they were to walk out to a little bit of daylight.
“We’re gonna make a scene no matter what way we get out of here, y’know that?” Jason spoke aloud in a mutter, more expectant than concerned. Coming out from places battered and watching people respond wasn’t a new concept. Stepping out when anyone could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing was another. He watched her pick up the bottle without putting up a fuss to it, rising to his feet.
“Miss Kitty, if you’d hand me another bottle and it’d go down just as smooth and I could still walk out of here on my hands just fine.” Jason challenged with a snort, eyeing her with one brow raised. Busted shoulder and all? Maybe those handstands wouldn’t last for too long. It didn’t keep the snark out of his tone any… maybe it had done something to mellow him down.
When she responded to the option, his head nodded once and he was already turned toward the door and making sure no knives nor firearms were showing. “We’ll take whatever we need in case we don’t get a second shot at it… I think I can handle that. After all, you could've left me back in the subway.”
Was that a thank you? Maybe it was as close as he’d get to one, formally. One glance over his shoulder, and he wouldn’t leave room for much more sappy sentiment. His brow furrowed, silent until the door had been opened and they were left in the dark. Jason strode forward, attentive on where her footsteps were in the space as he ended up following.
The sun was moving in their favor, and he had quit bleeding for the time being. The darkness of the leather jacket helped to mask bloodstains for what was hopefully a direct trek to the theatre. “...Who do you have in mind?” The demon’s skepticism echoed off the tunnel walls once they were out in the open. Jason had no choice but to listen. After all, his last and only outlet in the city wanted bare minimum to do with starting a turf war among wolves.
His senses were on the other sounds in the subway system by the time they reached the tracks. The smallest of vibrations would pique his interest to the point where he’d cast a paranoid glance back once or twice. “Act like a what-?”
For living in a theatre you think he’d know his movie quotes by now.
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To her choice of words, Dominic squinted momentarily, shooting her a glance of displeasure before his expression loosened again. A sly smile tugged across his lips to replace it; one that symbolized his patience had paid off. Speculative hues wouldn't leave her as she approached, brows knitting together. He could be just as wary as he was curious. The woman wasn’t any more predictable since the theatre many nights before. He felt the brush of the fabric, as well as her figure as she passed on by but his own wouldn't budge more than a fraction. Dominic clicked his tongue a few times as she went around him, and hummed. "Is that a threat, or a promise..? You do put on quite a show, truly," He responded in a hushed tone, the words leaving his throat like velvet. His head tipped back a fraction as if to acknowledge her there, a small hint of his cologne worn able to be picked up from her closeness. For the time being... he was behaving.
"Rest assured, I don't need your secrets... And as you know well enough, I have my own. Let’s not worry over names." Dominic's chin tipped over his shoulder ever so slightly but he wouldn't turn… her house, her rules. But just what was he doing there? The messages from the woman thus far hinted he only had so long to speak his case before interest would be lost altogether. He started it off in a quieter voice since she had drawn closer.
"I'm not here to waste your time, nor mine." Gone was the teasing tone of voice from moments before, just as soon as his intentions took over. He let a few moments of silence pass, listening in to the sounds of the club before continuing. "I am looking for assistance… for something you might find to be up your alley, or so I have been told," Dominic glanced further over his shoulder, a glimpse of amber hues seen. His words remained just as cryptic, hushed to not be overheard by any passerby. "I need a person of your skillset. An extra set of hands, if you will…” The man’s chin tipped forward again, adjusting his suit jacket listlessly. “It is a task I will compensate for. Your time is money, as is mine."
( No to all of the above, lmao. Curiosity killed the cat, you know. )
The music went on, different scents of perfume and cologne passing him by as Dominic kept hold of his drink, studying the venue on occasion. The music shifted as the next routine had begun. He watched men sit up in their seats of the finely upholstered chairs and leave their drinks on the table be for the time being. It was men and women alike although one-half of the demographics were notably more concerned than the other. The man brought the glass to his lips and took a drink. He had always admired such places no matter what triggers the atmosphere held for him… still. He could spare some time in a crowd if there was business to be done.
The woman, clad in glitter and pink walked onto the stage like the world had been waiting on her, and in the burlesque that was truly the case. He listened through the cheers and applause and whistles of the crowd, prying his eyes away when he caught a hint of something… familiar. The man’s memory would never let him forget a scent he had come across. Now, he was searching the room for the source through the countless figures and other distractions for it.
His eyes came to rest on the show more often than not. With each passing glance, the routine went on and the star of it switched gears to excite whatever the audience’s next fantasy may be, and the woman could most certainly guess them all. There was a power to it, a tradeoff. What a bit of skin shown could get a woman who knew how to flaunt it, was something. Even he wasn’t immune when certain portions of the show had drawn a smile across his lips. Admittedly, his mission went semi-forgotten until the stage was empty and music came to a lull until the next dancer was to go on.
Another sip of the glass was taken, not that it mattered to the man. It was a way to look lively in a room full of heartbeats that had their eyes peeled elsewhere anyway; better safe than sorry. His search resumed with a glance at his watch but there was a staleness to the scent he had remembered. Maybe she’d left, and he’d missed his window. Maybe she had- “...”
“No…” Dominic whispered audibly in disbelief when it came back to him. His eyes caught the sight of the woman robed in silk as she passed by the bar. He went unnoticed for the time being. A hand covered his mouth as he watched her pass on by, covering a devil’s grin, tight-lipped to not give away his own secret that even glamours couldn’t hide for him. Regaining his composure, the man swept a ringed hand through his hair and stood from the bar. He left the half-finished drink and a tip on the counter.
Before he could slip his own way up to the VIP section, Dominic heard the cry from downstairs. Other patrons went on with their chatter, numbed by the drinks in hand or giving but a side glance in the direction it had come from… others were observant and listening. The vampire’s gaze landed on the floor as he filtered through the noise to listen… that was his mystery woman. It had to be. He watched the man in black as he left, going down the stairs to whatever task might suit him afterwards.
“You know, the outfit doesn't always make the woman…”
A quiet voice rang out amidst the white noise and music, projected toward her. It was English, the accent unmistakable, the words he had chosen might ring bells all the same. There stood the man, discreetly placed against the end of the stairway’s bannister where he leaned against the railing. His hands were in the pockets of his dress pants, head tilted just a few degrees her way. Amber hues were alight, tossing her a rather ‘knowing’ stare. “But I have a feeling you would own whatever you might put on, with confidence. Truly.”
Dominic cast another glance toward the woman as she spoke, following the trail of her fingertips until his eyes met hers with a glint to them. "My dear, the outfit doesn't always make a woman, but a record will always make its sound." The man’s eyes turned elsewhere after their exchange, doing a sweep of the balcony seating. Oh let me count the felines, he thought with every bit of movement he saw. This wasn’t his meeting, it was none of the vampire’s true concern aside from the safety of his business partner and one precarious heartbeat in the room that he was leaving be, at least for now.
“It’s a neutralizing spell… it seeks whatever life essence that its center contains and returns it to the earth as dust.” She explained. Blood, that was. The remnants of wolf blood that she could conjure up were seen in the innermost portion of the seak. Whether it was found from under the theatre seats, hiding in the cracks… or if Kei had just done that poorly of a job on his shift of the cleaning. Dahlia’s arms crossed, expression grave for a brief second. “If the blood has energy left in it then it will dissolve any trace within a radius. Living or dead.” Lethal..? It could be. It all depended on the wielder and their purposes.
Jason meanwhile had quieted from their rough start at entering the building. His back was turned away from Dominic (although never entirely), studying the mage’s display upon the floor with his brows knitted together. “You said you found something..?”
“That’s right,” Dahlia answered. “Do you remember that amusement park, on the West end?”
Jason’s head tilted. “Yeah, I remember… It shut down a few years ago.”
“Exactly. That doesn’t mean it’s vacant. There’s been some activity lately.” Dahlia left the bag at her feet alone for the moment and handed over a photograph to be shared between the two. Obviously took at a distance, the grainy image looked down at a section of the amusement park grounds. A hunched over, beast-like silhouette was visible.
“How the hell did you find all this so soon..?”
The vampire further back on the stage cleared his throat deliberately to answer it. From where Dominic stood, his eyes shot toward the demon. “Consider it a favor, Jason.” He spoke sternly. “Don’t come to expect it, we have done quite enough as is. We won’t be risking our livelihood due to where you decided to put yours.” The man was irritated for being there when he couldn’t let Dahlia go alone.
Jason’s jaw tightened, a cold stare shot back to the immortal but he couldn’t argue with him either. It was more than they had to go on before. A wayward glance to Dahlia was made but her expression didn’t say anything different.
“And for the Catwoman,” Dahlia spoke up instead, averting her eyes from Jason. She reached down into the bag again and tossed something underhand to Kougar that was inside. “These are for you,” If she chose to catch it, the item was a cloth drawstring bag that had a handful of spherical black capsules inside, a little smaller than a
golf ball. They were bound tight with malleable plastic. “Treat it like an impact grenade. Be careful with them, the contents are potent. Pepper, a dash of chilli powder… a trace amount of wolfsbane I could find. It won’t be lethal, but the smell will ward them off and it burns the eyes and nose.”
{Owes Brenden}
12:30 AM | Saturday Night—Sunday Morning | Kitty Nights Burlesque
While the night was over, the morning was still awake with activity for the weekend spent out on the street. The chill of the night air hadn’t kept the night owls at bay when the restaurants and bars opened, letting in a crowd that was still there as the street lights glowed at their finest. Work was over for most, the weekend in full swing. As he passed down the sidewalk many were stumbling past at their own happy paces, onto the next bar, hotel, or even the subway home if they were done.
It wasn’t the first time the club’s doors opened that night, nor was Dominic the first ID showed at the door. He was checked for anything contraband next, but the man was carrying little to begin with. Once through, Dominic’s strides took him past the entry and onto the main floor where the dim lights shone across the burlesque style club. He gathered his bearings for a moment, tuning into the music rather than the heartbeats of patrons that filled the space. For most, their eyes were to the stage or among one another where they sat in booths, chatter and music filling the venue. Doing a sweep of the interior his senses were met with the smell of perfume, cologne, and alcohol among other things within the burlesque…
He’d follow the latter of them toward the bar, turning toward the right as he passed on through the club. When the bar was reached, he chose a stool near the end of the counter to sit that left some space between other occupants. A drink was ordered, for atmosphere-sake. A cranberry vodka in a short glass. Post-sunset, the vampire’s attire differed from what he had worn into the theatre. He was no longer hiding behind the hood, for one. It was far more… formal. Black pants and dress boots were worn, as well as a jacket to suit it, the front left undone. A white button-up shirt was worn underneath, the top button was undone and left without a tie. Unruly dirty blond locks were tamed back and kept at bay for the evening.
Amber hues did a sweep on occasion, watching the show from where he sat. His eyes flickered toward the door by the bar whenever it might open… if the Catwoman wasn’t there, then in the very least he could consider it a night away from work that he rarely took for himself. In a city so diluted with people, the science of tracking one out of millions could be a slow process at best. If she was there? Well… he was still thinking that possibility over. Now and then he took a sip of his drink, studying the heartbeats of the room when his mind trailed off for too long. His right hand tampered with the rings he wore on occasion as he thought. On occasion an inhale was taken, searching for something... more familiar in the crowd.
“Now... why would I do that?” Kei uttered almost inaudibly under his breath, mockingly so. He didn’t doubt it himself with how many people he had pissed off in the last 48 hours alone.
Too bad they had been heard, down to the squeak of the door hinges… and so the vampire had waited. And waited. Patiently, until he had lunged and grabbed onto the first thing he’d seen and thrown it to the wall.
Wham. It had been none other than Kei. The man pinning the demon to the wall felt the rapidly growing heart rate below his hand. His teeth clenched momentarily in almost a snarl where the tips of fangs could be seen. Only for a moment. Kei had been let go, and after the bitter words were thrown back and forth between the two, the stranger watched the demon leave for the stage area.
The stranger studied her, then. From the precarious whip in her hands, to her attire that sparked his curiosity from the moment Dahlia had described it after their shop visit. A head-to-toe sweep was done without shame of it. She seemed human. In the least, nothing tipped the immortal off otherwise. The man did away with his hostility the moment after and addressed her, waiting for her response.
“Dominic, patron of Paradox.” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You are already acquainted with it, or so I have been told.” His chin tipped when she continued walking, his heels turned to follow some distance behind.
In the middle of the stage was Dahlia. On the wooden surface, there was a large square of canvas rolled out flat like a scroll that had been undone. It was about 4x4’, with a circular seal drawn upon it in dark brown ink. There were markings in Latin and some secondary language, candles seated at the intersections, still lit with pools of wax in their centers showing they had been burning for a short while. The woman knelt before it, wearing a black jacket and jeans, her hands in fingerless gloves that were still planted on the edges of the seal. Hearing the commotion and shouting behind her, she sat up from the seal and slowly stood, exhaling a breath. A word was whispered and slowly, the candles went out.
“Is everything alright back there, or do I need to break you two up?” Dahlia muttered as she turned around. Her eyes shot to Dominic accusingly, who held his ground but said nothing.
“I thought you said you weren’t coming around here?” Kei spoke up instead. He let the curse wither away, still wearing a scowl (and perhaps an ounce of pain) from the incident moments before.
“I wasn’t.” Dahlia wiped her hands together before her arms crossed. “But I found something about your little wolf problem. I figured I’d find you both here sooner or later.” She smirked and looked back to the circle. “I’ve taken the liberty of cleaning this place up a little in the meantime. There isn’t a trace of blood left that will carry a scent. Unless they already know, they can’t track it back to the building.”
“...Clean is a relative word,” Dominic stated under his breath as he studied the rows of theatre chairs. It earned a side glare from Jason.
“I have something for you, too.” Dahlia glanced over to Kougar, tipping her chin up to gesture her way. She walked over to a backpack set not far from the canvas scroll, unzipping the top.
By the time they reached the theatre’s back doors the daylight had outweighed the night, the sounds of cars moving and sirens wailing heard off in the distance as it was business as usual. Before pulling the ‘boarded’ door free, Jason froze when the board wedging it in place came out without a fight just as his fingers brushed it. The demon bristled and glanced back toward Kougar.
“Look alive... We might not be the only ones here.”
The door was opened, then. Jason swung it out slowly, avoiding the creak of the hinges in the process. He snuck a peek into the hallway after opening it, pausing… the demon stepped inside afterward, silent as he accounted for what weapons (if anything) he still had on hand. He waited for her to enter before closing the door(for the most part) and leaving it for the time being. Jason shut his eyes and let the curse take over his form. Once it had finished in the seconds after, ears atop his head quivered. Dammit. He could hear footsteps down the way. Too light to be a wolf, but worrying all the same.
They were almost to the hallway’s opening(where the back of the stage would be seen) before-
Thud. The sound was heavy, followed by a grunt of surprise from the demon. What came right before it was a flash of movement that Kei hadn’t been given time to prepare for. As a result, he found himself a few feet back from where he started with his shoulders shoved into the wall, and a single hand pressed to his chest keeping him pinned.
The figure that had caused it now stood in view, after the 0.5 seconds it took to get there—shove the demon to the wall, and assess just what he was looking at. The man was no different in height than Kei, somewhere between his late twenties and early thirties. The man’s face was angular, matching the sharp stare of those amber hues that were burning holes through the demon if they could. He wore a black trench coat, the hood of a jacket underneath having fallen when he pinned the man, letting dirty blond locks of hair fall forward into his face.
“Jason,” The stranger muttered in a quiet tone. A tight-lipped smile went across his face like a spider that was pleased with what it had caught.
Kei’s ears were flat to his skull meanwhile. “What the hell are you doing here?” He answered bitterly.
The man’s hand left, releasing the demon when he didn’t want it on the bloodied jacket a second longer. “Now what or who do you think might have brought me to here?” He shot back. His tongue was laced with an English accent as he spoke. "They were here over twelve hours ago. There aren't any new scents I can pick up from wolves... and now, the only trace of blood in this ruddy place is you." The stranger’s nose wrinkled, eyes squinting. Still, the man's mouth tugged into a devil's smirk, fangs and all, that made the demon uneasy enough to throw a scowl back.
"Where the hell is Dahlia?" Kei growled, walking past the vampire, that was still containing a snicker to the reaction.
"I'm in here," Dahlia spoke up in an exasperated tone from the theatre's stage, just behind the curtain that was half-closed.
Once the demon had left his sights, the stranger swept his hair back from his face. He cast his eyes to the Catwoman. “...My dear, and you are?”
While she was shaking her head to her own thoughts, a glance was cast toward the doorway of the space. Had the wolves managed to come down here, or was it too far into the grime of the city for a few stray drops of blood here and there to be traced? The odds felt in their favor, or at least more than it had been if they were to walk out to a little bit of daylight.
“We’re gonna make a scene no matter what way we get out of here, y’know that?” Jason spoke aloud in a mutter, more expectant than concerned. Coming out from places battered and watching people respond wasn’t a new concept. Stepping out when anyone could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing was another. He watched her pick up the bottle without putting up a fuss to it, rising to his feet.
“Miss Kitty, if you’d hand me another bottle and it’d go down just as smooth and I could still walk out of here on my hands just fine.” Jason challenged with a snort, eyeing her with one brow raised. Busted shoulder and all? Maybe those handstands wouldn’t last for too long. It didn’t keep the snark out of his tone any… maybe it had done something to mellow him down.
When she responded to the option, his head nodded once and he was already turned toward the door and making sure no knives nor firearms were showing. “We’ll take whatever we need in case we don’t get a second shot at it… I think I can handle that. After all, you could've left me back in the subway.”
Was that a thank you? Maybe it was as close as he’d get to one, formally. One glance over his shoulder, and he wouldn’t leave room for much more sappy sentiment. His brow furrowed, silent until the door had been opened and they were left in the dark. Jason strode forward, attentive on where her footsteps were in the space as he ended up following.
The sun was moving in their favor, and he had quit bleeding for the time being. The darkness of the leather jacket helped to mask bloodstains for what was hopefully a direct trek to the theatre. “...Who do you have in mind?” The demon’s skepticism echoed off the tunnel walls once they were out in the open. Jason had no choice but to listen. After all, his last and only outlet in the city wanted bare minimum to do with starting a turf war among wolves.
His senses were on the other sounds in the subway system by the time they reached the tracks. The smallest of vibrations would pique his interest to the point where he’d cast a paranoid glance back once or twice. “Act like a what-?”
For living in a theatre you think he’d know his movie quotes by now.
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