Blood and Smoke's Assassin Rp

‘Thankyou.’ Mercy nodded, moving off to the bathroom to get undressed. He studied his wounds in the mirror, sighing softly at the amount of them, before stepping into the shower to watch the water run red.
He got out only when the water was clear again, hissing softly as each movement caused a wound to sting or ache.
He brushed out his hair, then tied it back into a bun, before wrapping a towel around himself and stuffing his bloodied clothes into a bag.
He came out, shivering slightly. ‘Sorry to be a pain in the ass- you got any spare clothes I can borrow?’

‘Thankyou.’ Mercy replied, taking them with a small smile. He headed off to get dressed, then finally came back. He scooped kipper up and sat down near cross, curling his legs up beneath him with a wince, and then leaning back to finally relax. ‘Do you mind if we head down to Club Di’Angelo tomorrow evening? I’ve got some friends down there, need to tell them what’s happened.’

‘I’m not crowing.’ Mercy replied, visibly bristling, before irritably turning his head away from cross and curling up a little more. ‘He was a regular pain in their asses.’

Mercy ground his teeth slightly, before he placed kipper on the floor, straining to control his anger. ‘Goin’ for a walk.’ He grumbled, limping out of the apartment.
He didn’t return for about four hours, and when he came back he looked very worn out. He said nothing to cross as he moved to crash on the sofa, curling up and falling asleep within seconds.

The next day, Mercy had helped make dinner and helped around the apartment. When evening swung by, he was waiting by the door for cross, wanting to hurry and get to Club Di’Angelo. ‘You ready yet?’

Mercy led the way with his hands in his pockets, stifling a yawn. The moon was bright that night, making it easier to see as they walked.
‘Club shouldn’t be too busy. There’ll be a lot of nephil hiding from their fallen folk though.’ He said, half talking to himself, half to cross. Eventually they found it.
It wasn’t exactly discreet; the big neon light outside flashed ‘Di’Angelo’, and beside it was a pair of blackened wings.
He headed confidently inside. He glanced around the heaving bodies that danced on the floor, and focused over at the bar. ‘Abe’s serving. Russ must be on the stage and floor tonight.’ He said, approaching the bar.
The man behind it was not a man- nor was he a nephil. In fact, he was one of the fallen- he stood at a good 6’7” height. He was extremely attractive- it was hard not to look at him- and he was well built, his muscles defined but not bulging. He wore a tight fitting tshirt and skinny black jeans. The shirt was ripped in places, and around each wrist he wore a cuff. His eyes were Amber, and piercing, like a predator.
He turned to look as they approached, narrowing his eyes on them. ‘Mercy.’ He murmured. ‘I hope your friend knows this is a safe house.’
‘Does now.’ Mercy said, sitting down.
‘Why aren’t you with your c*nt of a-‘
‘He’s gone.’ Mercy replied. ‘Cross helped me get rid. He’s chained.’
Abe tensed. ‘You... found his...?’
‘Yeah. He’s gone. Can’t bother you no more.’
Abe closed his eyes, before releasing a slow sigh of relief. He poured out two whiskeys, sliding them across the bar to the hunters. ‘On the house.’ He said, turning his head, searching for his own husband in the crowd. ‘Russel knows you’re here. He’ll be over in a sec.’

Eventually another tall man pushed his way through the crowd. Where Abe looked maybe in his late twenties, maybe 28, the man approaching them looked barely over 21. He flashed them a sh*t-eating grin, brushing brunet curls out of warm brown eyes. He was shorter than his husband, maybe 6’3”, but he was stockier.
‘Hey!! Mercy!’ He cheerfully said, hugging the uncomfortable assassin.
‘Russell, this is Cross.’
‘They got rid of Malpas.’ Abe said, looking at his husband, who blanched.
‘You... actually... he’s gone? Really?’
Mercy nodded.
‘Thank God.’ Russell sighed, sitting down on a stool. ‘Devon will be glad to hear it.’
Mercy nodded, turning to cross to finally explain. ‘You saw Malpas’ friends, yeah? Well, Russ and Abe here took in another fallen called Devon a couple months back. Malpas’ little gang of fallen was after Devon’s boyfriend. He’s a nephil- his dads a... he’s pretty terrifying, but the guy on his own isn’t too intimidating. He’s still a kid- maybe 17, and Devon isn’t... he’s... really, really weak in fallen terms.’
‘I could beat him up.’ Russell said, grinning.
‘Russell, you can beat anyone up. You’re stupidly strong.’ Mercy snorted, shaking his head.
‘Anyway- Devon was struggling to keep his partner safe, and Malpas’ crew is a regular... pain in this clubs backside.’
Russell nodded in agreement. ‘They hang outside the back and front doors waiting for the nephil to come out. Then they force them to swear fealty. We stop it if we can, but half the time we can’t intervene because Malpas is there.’

Mercy actually purred at the thought, running a hand through his hair. ‘I’m just glad he’s gone.’
‘Where you holing up then?’ Russell asked.
‘With cross. I’m just waiting for orders for my next target.’ Mercy replied, yawning slightly, before sipping at his whiskey.
Russell nodded, smiling over at cross. ‘Thanks for taking care of him. It’s a tough world for nephilim.’

Abe shivered slightly, focusing on cleaning the glasses behind the bar.
‘They keep them close, so it’s difficult to find them.’ Russell said, smiling slightly at cross. ‘Only angels are capable of finding them immediately. I’m... actually really impressed with you both. If only we had specialised fallen hunters.’ His lips parted in a grin. ‘That would be brilliant. Right, Abe?’
‘Sure.’ Abe replied, glancing up at him.

‘I’d do it.’ Mercy grumbled.
‘And me.’ Russell replied, ‘but uh... I’m busy running a safe house.’ He grinned sheepishly.
Mercy paused, glancing up at them. ‘Could be a base of operations.’
Abe hesitantly nodded. ‘I guess so. It could work. I could get in touch with Devon and see what he thinks.’
Russell laughed softly. ‘This is crazy. It’ll never work.’

Russell sighed, then smiled and nodded. ‘If crazy is what’s necessary, I know a few people. I’ll ring some numbers, see who’s about that’ll help.’
Mercy laughed softly. ‘I’m sure there’ll be somebody.’

Russell nodded, grinning over at Abe. ‘I guess we’re holding down a proper fort now.’
‘Just make sure upstairs doesn’t find out about this.’ Abe muttered, turning his back to continue cleaning glasses. ‘They won’t be easy like the fallen.’
Mercy blinked at the fallen angel’s back, seeing his nasty wing scars, in a very large, long V, from shoulder blade to his lower back, meeting at his coccyx. The guy must have been pretty high up to have wings that big.
Abe put away the glass he was holding, then smiled at them slightly. ‘You should start with Malpas’ group. Just because he’s gone doesn’t mean they’ll stop being a pain.’

‘Cheshvan doesn’t finish for another three days, so I need to keep my head down until then.’ Mercy sighed.
Russell nodded. ‘Especially now Malpas isn’t around. You’re free game now, Mercy- be careful on the streets.’
‘Aye.’ Mercy nodded, before looking at cross. ‘We should head back before the nasties start crawling the streets.’

It went perfectly fine, Mercy not spotting anything out of the ordinary at they came back, until his nose caught the scent of someone familiar. He looked at cross. ‘There’s going to be a very, very strange changeling sitting outside of your apartment. He’s the messenger from my workplace. Please don’t shoot him.’ He said, glancing up as they turned the corner.
As promised, sat outside of cross’s apartment was a Raven- except it was double the size of a normal Raven, had three eyes, and looked more like a malformed evil Phoenix that wasn’t on fire.
It turned towards them, releasing a very haunting sound- sort of a mix between a howl and a Ravens caw, before it hopped over to them.
Mercy crouched down to the dog size beast, taking the scroll from its leg. ‘Why are we still using you? Why can’t they just send me a phone?’ Mercy asked it, but all it did was blink it’s three eyes cryptically at him and make him feel uncomfortable.
‘Okay. Thanks.’
It made the noise again, before morphing into a shaggy black dog and trotting away down the hallway, his body not quite always keeping its shape.
Mercy stood with a wince, looking at cross. ‘Sorry about that. He makes himself most useful delivering us all our new missions.’