Blood and Smoke's Assassin Rp

Cross looked over at Mercy as he took a spot on the sofa. "If I did, I wouldn't be here talking with you." He usually left home and refused to come back until the target was dead. Sometimes it would be a day, and sometimes a week, sometimes more. It depended. "My most recent kill was supposed to be that kid you shot, so there went that. I'm just waiting for my own weird messenger bird to give me my next mission."

Cross listened to Mercy's comment about bullets and silver, saying "I don't think I can help with the bullets, since our guns are different, but I've got a few silver melee weapons you can borrow if you need them." Cross didn't need them, cause he was made of silver in his secondary form, so he didn't mind sharing.

Cross simply got up to go take a look, soon coming back with a few smaller-sized blades for Mercy to pick from. "All I ask is that you return them to me when you're finished." Mostly because they weren't exactly close, and actually still competing assassins more or less, so he was still going to be stingy with his toys.

Cross merely smiled before going to put away the weapons that Mercy didn't choose, then settled back on the couch when he returned. "Just be a little more careful than last time." Cross wasn't going to be on that same mission like last time, which also had a handful of hostiles, so Mercy would very likely be on his own. Cross wasn't too concerned though, knowing Mercy had probably been able to help himself out before.

Cross looked over at Mercy, arching a brow. "There's plenty we could do without having to leave the apartment, but sure. We can go back out for a drink."

Cross' lips curled into an amused smile, then a slight smirk. "We never got to meet up a second time as promised," was his response, even waggling his eyebrows a little. "But, I'd say that drink should come first, considering everything that's happened. I sure could use one."

Cross watched Kipper paw through the bars at Mercy, chuckling in amusement before answering "There's a place run by cherubs I go to, a club called The Black Gates. They sometimes forget what personal space is, but we should be fine." He figured it wouldn't be too bad to go there with Mercy, since the other assassin was somewhat metaphorically related to cherubs, so perhaps they'd welcome him.

"These cherubs are nicer," Cross promised "They'd sooner smother you in hugs than with a pillow." Opening the door to leave, he let Mercy walk out first before locking the door after himself. Once outside, he led the way to the supposed Black Gates, which was in the shady part of the city. Standing in front of a black door was a giant of a man who looked like he got plucked out of some sort of gang with leather, tattoos and all along with a healthy amount of piercings. He eyed Mercy first, seemingly recognizing Cross and showing no concern. "Nephil," he grunted. "Still Cheshvan?" He looked a little confused to see Mercy out and about, but he stepped aside to let them in anyway.

"Yeah," Cross answered as they walked over to the bar "If you can name it, they can put it on the counter for you." The bartender looked nothing like the monstrous males strewn about the club. He was extremely feminine, quiet and delicate-looking, but his blue eyes had a thoughtful look that told everyone he was far from so. Looking them both over, a gentle smile at Cross, he lingered his gaze on Mercy curiously for a moment before asking "What can I get you two?"

As usual, Cross stuck with whiskey, and the stranger simply turned to get them their drinks. "I don't usually see nephilim during Cheshvan. There aren't any fallen here, so you're good to go though."

"I suppose I should say "free" nephilim," he clarified, running a hand through his blonde hair, which was tied into a bun.
Cross took a sip of his whiskey, saying after "He wasn't free not too long ago, Ashen. We had the joy of watching his fallen get dragged away."
Ashen raised a brow, looking over at Mercy again. "Really? Well, let's hope the hellking doesn't give him parole then. I hate to hear that such a handsome creature like yourself was in the hands of a sadistic idiot. If you ever need any help concerning something similar, you're welcome to ask around here, cause we've helped out a few like you before due to it more or less being apart of our world. Of course, it was a bit more messy for the fallen than just burning their feather and sending them straight to hell, but where's the fun in a quick conclusion?"
Cross smiled in amusement at the cherub, who momentarily left them to tend to one of the boulders that showed up at the counter. The other assassin looked over at Mercy to see what his opinion was on the little speech. "You've probably just gained a bunch of new "friends"," Cross said thoughtfully "If Ashen accepts someone, then all the other cherubs here will treat them decent."

Cross only smiled his amused smile at Mercy's response. At the question, he took a minute to look around, sipping at his whiskey. "Along with Ashen, I can recognize a few, but only the ones I somehow managed to get into my bed." Sure, all the men in the building besides Ashen were about two, or even three times his size in every way, and didn't exactly look the most gentle, but for whatever reason that didn't stop Cross from presenting himself to them and giving them the option to go home with him.

Cross also took the chance to enjoy the silence, only speaking when he asked for more whiskey. A short time passed before he felt his phone vibrate, taking it out to look. Tilting his head, he told Mercy "Looks like I've got a new task now too."

Cross smirked over at Mercy. "I've got some time before I need to go. I'd prefer not postpone our second night together." He then asked Ashen for more whiskey, glancing over to see him successfully earning a spot for later in bed with the other cherub that showed up, Ashen pausing his conversation to come and pour the assassin more whiskey.