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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 7, 2017 19:00:26 GMT -5
Cross studied Mercy for a moment when the other had a third bourbon. The ginger himself was a bottomless pit when it came to alcohol, so he couldn't say much. He then shrugged, saying "Let me finish this whiskey, and then whenever you feel like leaving, we can head back." As much as he'd like to bed Mercy again, he was never really in a rush for things outside of work. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the idea before taking another sip of his whiskey.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 7, 2017 19:37:35 GMT -5
‘We’ll just go when you’re done.’ Mercy purred, sipping at his drink again, trying to match pace with cross. He once again studied the pub, deciding it wasn’t a bad place after all, and that he’d probably end up coming here often.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 7, 2017 19:49:13 GMT -5
Cross' lips curled in slight amusement he glanced over at Mercy again. When he finished off his whiskey, he set the glass down and called Ashen over again to tell him that they were leaving. The cherub smiled widely and said "I expect you two to come back soon!" Cross laughed softly and responded "We will, I promise." He turned his hazel gaze over to Mercy, waiting patiently for him.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 8, 2017 3:23:38 GMT -5
Mercy finished his drink after cross, before smiling politely at the cherub and nodding. He then began to walk with cross to the doors, stifling a slight yawn as they left, shivering ever so slightly at the cold breeze. ‘Kinda chilly.’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 8, 2017 6:34:59 GMT -5
Cross left the club with Mercy, shivering just a little as well. He didn't prefer cold weather. A sigh escaped his lips, as well as a puff of smoke as he heard Mercy's comment. He wasn't sharing his coat, but he did walk a little closer to the other man so he could share the heat he was literally generating, another small puff of smoke leaving his nose that time.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 8, 2017 9:56:13 GMT -5
Mercy had seen it happen plenty of times now, but he still didn’t fancy asking where the smoke actually came from. He kept a cool gaze on their surroundings as they walked, eyeing a few alleys to make sure no vampires were running about unleashed.
‘You’re living in a pretty tame area.’ He mused, looking over at cross.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 8, 2017 10:09:37 GMT -5
Cross glanced over at Mercy. "It used to be much more chaotic. A matter of who beat their chest the hardest." He smiled gently as he looked ahead again. "It's just me now, in terms of regular aggression." Without looking over again, he asked "Are your living conditions so different?" He didn't see much when he went to Malpas' home, but that didn't man the neighborhood was barren.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 8, 2017 10:25:39 GMT -5
‘It’s a hotspot. Not for normal monsters... nephil and fallen. Go into the city you’ll find at least three underside fallen bars and then there’s five nephil safehouses on the inner city. Then there’s the theme park nearby... they’ve even got a damned rollercoaster called the archangel. Humans round there don’t know what’s going on around them, but... they know somethings up. Lotsa practicing witches. Think they can see us but they’re often wrong.’ He sighed softly. ‘Fallen can do mind tricks. Think Jedi. They f*ck around, make it so they can beat nephil to a pulp and the people around them will just... walk past. They don’t even see it.’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 8, 2017 10:33:10 GMT -5
He hummed in thought as he listened to the information on the witches and warehouses. Though he chuckled at the mention of fallen. Cross snorted smoke from his nose in amusement. "I'm not too concerned about sadists and masochists unless they're on my list. They're not worth my time." As he spoke, the roots his hair turned gray again, and stayed that way until the two reached his apartment, the hair turning ginger again. Unlocking the door, he let Mercy in first.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 8, 2017 10:44:52 GMT -5
Mercy headed inside after thanking him, stretching his arms above his head with a slight wince. He then turned to look at cross, lips twitching slightly. ‘I took top last time. You want it?’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 8, 2017 18:50:26 GMT -5
Cross smiled slightly as he locked the door, considering Mercy's question. "Mmm... I actually wouldn't mind topping. I quite enjoyed what you gave me, and I'd be happy to show you just how good it felt."
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 8, 2017 19:51:45 GMT -5
Mercy’s cheeks flushed red at Cross’s words, and he looked almost shy. ‘Sounds good.’ He murmured, already heading for the bedroom, his blood running hot now.
((Take to pm?))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 6:49:01 GMT -5
Cross blinked when Mercy kissed his cheek, the slightest trace of surprise present. It was gone as quick as it came though, and he quietly got up and slipped some shorts on only before going to check on his pets, who were as oblivious as ever. He didn't let them out though, knowing he and Mercy would be going to sleep soon.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 7:12:18 GMT -5
Mercy finally emerged from the bathroom, blinking droplets of water from his eyelashes. ‘Bathrooms free.’ He softly called, rubbing a towel over his hair to try and dry it.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 7:19:10 GMT -5
Cross looked over from his spot on the couch when Mercy spoke up. Getting up, he simply went to grab an actual change of clothes before going into the bathroom and closing the door to take his own shower.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 7:28:39 GMT -5
Mercy watched him go, before drying off and tugging on some clothes, flopping down on the sofa. He tied up his hair into a bun so it wasn’t falling in his face, then glanced over at the rabbit room to watch them through the fence, his gaze soft.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 7:47:45 GMT -5
Scorch and Buck were off on their own areas in the room, while Kipper was sitting at the fence, watching Mercy as usual. He was either really smart, or really weird. The gray Lionhead did eventually go about regular rabbit business though, hopping over to join Buck.
Cross finished up showering a little later, walking out in shorts and still-wet hair. Drying his ginger hair with a towel, he glanced over at Mercy before walking into his room, calling as he did "I'm gonna hit the hay so I won't be too tired to start my job tomorrow. If you're staying up, don't make too much noise."
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 8:00:33 GMT -5
‘Alright.’ Mercy softly replied, watching cross go, before quietly curling up on the sofa, releasing a slightly heavy sigh. His job was definitely a lonely one.
He was up before cross the next day, silently moving around the apartment as he gathered his things. He sling his rucksack over his shoulder, gently petted kipper, then slipped out of the apartment, silent as a ghost. He had work to do as well.
((How should we go from here?))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 8:15:03 GMT -5
(Not sure :'3 Maybe we skip ahead to when they've known each other for a while, and then for whatever reason one is assigned to kill the other?)
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 8:23:30 GMT -5
((Sure! Maybe cross should be assigned to mercy? Mercy’s group tends to avoid other assassins unless they’re absolutely, certified corrupted))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 8:30:22 GMT -5
(That's fine :3 Wasn't me to start or you?)
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 8:31:08 GMT -5
((Could you maybe? Are we having them be in the flat or should mercy be out?))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 8:42:35 GMT -5
(Having Mercy be out is fine)
Crosshairs had been finishing up on clearing a neighborhood of a family of aggressive vampires, gears clicking and whirring as he ran his silvery digits through their dust. He looked up when he heard someone approaching, turning to see one of his own walking over slowly. Smoke puffed out of Cross' nose when a letter was held out to him. At his tilted head, the guy said "I don't know what it says. Jeffery just said to give it to you." Cross didn't respond, only taking the letter and opening it up. Emotionless silver eyes studied the contents, and he stopped making noise altogether. By the time he looked up, his fellow assassin had left.
Gears clicking, he simply shoved the letter down his throat so it was subject to the coal stored in his chest, letting it burn as he walked off into the night, a new task at set in motion.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 8:51:09 GMT -5
Mercy sighed softly as he lifted the girl out of the wolfden, frustrated at her condition. He’d been hunting the pack for nearly three weeks now, and they’d been a pain in his ass. He called up the friendly pack back home where his base was located, asking them for a pickup from his location, before he sat down with the little girl in his lap, checking over her wounds. She clung to him quietly, her eyes half shut. She was in shock, he supposed.
‘I’m sorry about your parents. You’ll be going to live with some of my friends.’ He gently told her.
She didn’t respond, only blinked baby blues up at him.
It took three hours for pickup to arrive, and he handed her off to the Lycan in the car. ‘It’ll be a rough one.’ Mercy warned him.
‘We’ll take care of it. The younguns adapt the best.’ The Lycan sighed, before he left mercy where he was, tiredly standing in the moonlight of the clearing.
He lit up a match and tossed it into the wolf den, before he covered up the entrance with rubble to contain the fire.
Then he stepped back and ran a hand through his hair, figuring now was the time to head home.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 9:19:22 GMT -5
Cross tilted his head, gears clicking as he watched Mercy from a distance. Smoke rolled from the barely-there crease of his parted jaws. He raised his dominant arm, which was his left to switch it out for the rifle. Staring down the crosshairs, he very easily could've shot Mercy, but the silvery frame paused, the only noise being the quick whir of his gears as he tried to process and simply shoot. However, he pulled the rifle back and switched it out for a hand again as he moved from his spot actually approaching Mercy. Smoke puffed from his nose as he moved, gears clicking as he tried for form a more complex thought as his fingers twitched, aching to grab and crush the man in his sights, hardly able due to not actually having the capacity to in his current form.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 10:02:29 GMT -5
Mercy’s eyes picked up on a slight metallic glint due to the moonlight, and blinked over in Cross’s direction, tilting his head slightly. ‘Thought I could hear you clicking.’ He called, but his spine tingled in a way that warned him he was in danger, the hairs on his arms and neck standing on end. He wavered slightly, alarm bells ringing as he took a couple of steps away from cross, his expression revealing nothing of his nerves.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 10:14:56 GMT -5
Cross tilted his head slughtly, studying Mercy as he stepped back. His jaws parted, the crease actually parting almost all the way to his ears, teeth glinting as his frame groaned softly. He twitched, straightening up before simply reaching for Mercy, Cross' silver hands moving quicker than one might've thought possible with his structure. His gears clicked at a slightly faster pace, both a sign of fast movement as well as the struggle to process why he was so okay with wanting to kill Mercy.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 10:27:47 GMT -5
Mercy almost didn’t move.
The trust in the other was palpable enough that the assassin actually stood there for a few seconds longer than any other might have done, before finally his instincts seemed to knock some sense into him.
He unsteadily moved to the side to avoid cross’s hand, a sharp stab of betrayal and hurt shooting into his eyes. Choosing wisely, he turned and ran.
He stuck to the shadows, relying on his nephil and vampire blood to spur him through the forest, his breathing remaining steady due to his inhuman stamina.
He eventually took to the trees, leaping through the branches until they thinned out, nearly back to the city. He didnt dare look behind him, too stressed out with his situation as he dropped to the ground and continued running, hurtling through the streets. He had to find a safehouse, as soon as possible. He wasn’t sure if there were any clubs close enough for him to make it to before cross found him.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 10, 2017 10:44:44 GMT -5
Cross continued to surprise with his own speed, closing in on Mercy rather quickly. His clicking was quieter now, though he couldn't silence it completely which meant he couldn't move. Smoke spilled from his nose again, so smooth that it could've been considered his equivalent of a nosebleed. He looked around when he reached the edge of the trees, staying put for a moment to catch onto Mercy's scent now that there much more to conflict with it. After a minute or two, he moved again, managing to keep himself out of public eye.
If he really had been set on catching Mercy, he would've already. He paused again, gears whirring quietly. No matter. It would be much easier once he actually got his hands on the other assassin. Cross' gears started clicking again, and he resumed his pursuit, hoping to corner him before he found help.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 10, 2017 10:59:24 GMT -5
Panic was tearing through Mercedes now as he tore his way through backstreet after backstreet, struggling to push down the anxiety. He’d never really been hunted like this before- only by Malpas, but malpas’ intent had never been to kill.
He tripped and hissed as he slammed into a wall, grazing his shoulder and leaving a small bloodstain. He limped away, ankle aching, and stopped for a moment to catch his breath. He had to calm down and collect his thoughts, but it was difficult to when all his body was screaming at him was betrayal!
He squeezed his eyes shut, giving himself the liberty of two minutes to calm and catch his breath. Once those two minutes were up, he went on the move again, continuing his twisting route through the backstreets. A scent caught his nose- Russell, possibly nearby. He turned sharply to follow the scent, desperately racing to find the much, much stronger nephil for protection.
He found him thankfully quickly- actually sliding into him by mistake. Russell grabbed his shoulders, wearing a surprised expression. ‘Christ!!! You alright, Mercy?’
‘Help,’ he gasped.
Russell didn’t need to be told twice, taking hold of mercy’s hand and swiftly heading back the way he’d came, towards his car. He bundled mercy into the backseat then swung into the drivers, swiftly driving off towards club Di’Angelo.
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