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Post by Myst on Sept 8, 2019 20:35:59 GMT -5
(I had one a few months ago I really don’t need another >< and I don’t mind either way!!)
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Post by Myst on Sept 9, 2019 10:52:40 GMT -5
(Nah I can do the starter, I just don’t know what time I’ll have it up lol)
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Post by Myst on Sept 9, 2019 16:05:00 GMT -5
It wasn't long before they were in the town, and only a little after that the car was being parked in the cafe's general vicinity. "Alright, let's get this show on the road." Three hours of sitting in a car and doing nothing never went well for him. He was an active person by nature, and quite frankly, he hated sitting still. So when he was finally standing outside the cafe, he took a minute or two to simply stretch. Hell, it felt so good standing up right now. Letting his arms fall to his sides, the lupine release a sigh before approaching the building. "I'll be out in two hours or less," he told Celia. He was personally hoping for less.
As he walked in, he was hit with a almost annoying plethora of scents and too many memories of avoiding his home. Demon, mage, angel,human, halfing... There was too much going on. Still, he drank in the new setting, eyes quickly landing on the ginger haired woman making her way out of the back room. She looked the same as when she made her contract two years ago, but wealthier. So her old man croaked... Interesting. Grinning a little, he started walking towards her, nodding a little in her direction. "Piper! I haven't seen you in years!" To the public, Carter sounded like a distant friend. To the subject in question, however, it was much different.
She looked almost startled to hear him, eyes wide as she looked up at him. She'd thought the wolf had forgotten her debt, even had a witch cast a spell to hide her binding rune. "Y-yeah, I moved out here a bit ago... How've you been?" Piper was more than nervous, but not unprepared. All the jewelry she wore was silver, and the bag slung over her shoulder was hanging by a silver chain. To top it all of, she kept a small silver plated switch blade on her at all times. Custom made and cost a pretty penny, but it was well worth it.
"Really? I'm happy for you. We should catch up, yeah?" Carter's tone and smile conveyed nothing but good will and warmth. His eyes, however, told a different story. They held promise of misfortune should she turn him down. But she was smart, judging by the amount of silver on her body. He was no fool. If he was any closer to her he'd be able to feel the heat of the metal radiating from her. She was also smart enough to agree. It wasn't long before they had grabbed a table and a server was by to take their order.
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Post by Myst on Sept 9, 2019 20:51:14 GMT -5
(Yuh classes were lame today)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 11, 2019 7:08:52 GMT -5
(Sorry for late reply!)
Parking the car, Celia joined Carter outside on the street briefly. While he was busy stretching his arms, she was fine. The woman was used to staying in one spot for hours on end. It was part of her job description, and really she didn't mind. "I'll be around out here," she told him. "If I hear a big enough ruckus from inside, I'll come see what it is. Otherwise, I'll leave you to it." And with that, the pair departed.
For the first few minutes, the woman stationed herself outside where she could glance into the cafe. If for some reason they didn't want Carter in there, she would have to act quickly to get him out. Not to mention, she had said she would do so. She wasn't one to leave things to chance, even if he claimed to be more than capable of finding information. Her vantage point also allowed her to watch the entrance to see who all would be coming in and out.
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Post by Myst on Sept 11, 2019 8:08:44 GMT -5
(lol its all good!)
Once the server had walked away, it was down to business for him. Carter was not a fan of false pleasantries, even if it was to get something he wanted. "Piper, listen. I don't like being played for a fool. Now, I need something from you, and you owe me quite a bit. So let's both be civil about this, alright?"
She set her bag on the table, watching him carefully. She'd hoped he'd forgotten. After she'd hidden the rune and her father passed, she'd taken over the business and everything was wonderful. Until now, that is. "Cerberus I..." She paused. She was loaded with silver, didn't she have the upper hand? Right. So she opened her bag, digging through it. Pulling out the switchblade, she held it out. "Could you hold this for me? I need to find my card." It was a challenge. He wouldn't do anything that would injure himself to get what he wanted, right?
The lupine eyed her, looking at the small weapon. More silver. Great. At the posed question, however, he only smiled a little. "Of course," he replied, taking the silver-plated object in his hand. It hurt like all hell, but now he was here to make a point. He didn't take lightly to being threatened, outwardly or subtly. Despite the slight grimace that morphed his features for a brief moment, the widening of her eyes was enough to tell him he made himself clear. Setting it on the table, he just glanced at the palm of his hand. Burnt, and only bleeding a little. Not bad considering how long he'd held it, but he'd be healing for a while. "Piper. Did you think it smart to do that? Did you think I'd actually be scared of you? I only came in here for a little bit of information and all I get is an irritation. A real shame too - would've cleared up your debt."
Werewolves couldn't touch silver. It hurt them too much. It was their main weakness. Then again, the blood on her small weapon and the burn on his hand told her that the few seconds of contact already did a number on his flesh. And yet, he seemed unphased. So, she was screwed. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't care. You're going to tell me what I want to know." The werewolf leaned forward, staring her down. He ran through just about everything with her - how to get into the basement, the drink you had to order to be let into the backroom, the type of people that went down there. Everything. He also received a little more on the arson case. It'd been some local bank, not one he remembered. A good portion of the money vanished before the building burned. Theft and arson... intriguing. The person who ran the hangout downstairs was, as she put it, 'too perfect' and also seemed to come into a bit of money. So he either wasn't working alone, or he boasted too much and didn't cover his tracks.
Well, he had all he wanted, and it'd been about two hours now. Standing from the table abruptly, he smiled at her. "Thanks for staying and catching up. Oh, and that tattoo on your shoulder healed really well." He didn't wait for a reply, rather turning and leaving the cafe. His hand was still bleeding - he needed to do something about that at some point. Silver sucked - it would take about two months for it to fully heal all because his own species had a fascinating allergy with the metal. Something that should have only taken two days would now take too long because of it, and he was less than happy. He also quickly realized he'd been so focused that he had no idea who'd gone in or gone out of the small building.
She jumped a little at that, looking at the side of her shoulder only to find that damn rune. No, she had that hidden. Looking up, she found that the lycanthrope was already making his way out of the shop. Well, she was either a dead woman or she needed to go into hiding.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 11, 2019 20:22:01 GMT -5
Celia's two hours were less productive than Carter's had been. She heard no commotion and saw no signs of distress on his part, so the girl began her investigation around the premises. Whoever owned the place took care to keep things neat and tidy, that was for sure. They also liked surveillance. Most places wouldn't care to have cameras watching the alley that led behind the building, but she noticed that this one did. When they served supernaturals, though, she guessed it made since. Wouldn't want an unruly creature causing too much trouble around the place. However, it didn't help her one bit. She wouldn't be able to search for whatever back entrances there were without security knowing it. And with a face like hers, she wasn't one that would be able to come back in a disguise if she was caught seeking about the place. So, without much else to do, she returned to the front of the cafe and waited.
There were a few people who both entered and left the cafe. Some were humans, without a doubt, some she couldn't be so sure. Werewolves were the easiest to blend in to the regular public. However, she was sure there had been at least one demon and angel in the mix. Could either of them know anything? Possibly, but she wasn't about to make her entrance and ruin whatever Carter was in the middle of. As if like clockwork, two hours later and the man stepped out of the cafe. One of his hands looked off, but she couldn't tell from this distance. Instead, she waited until he walked closer to her, not wanting to join him in case anyone was watching him.
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Post by Myst on Sept 11, 2019 20:58:33 GMT -5
As he walked out, Carter glanced at his palm. Great. This was the exact opposite of what he'd wanted to come out of this situation. Sighing he let his hand drop back to his side as he drew his gaze up looking for his new partner. It didn't take long for him to spot her, so he made his way over, figuring he should be closer to her before he started talking. "Alright, so I know how we can get down there, and it sounds like we need the guy who runs the hangout. I would assume he also owns the shop but I could be wrong." He could simply be running the hangout, but it only made sense if he also owned the cafe considering you had to go through the backroom to get to the basement. "The building in the arson case was apparently a bank and it seems our man has come into some money recently."
Pausing, he couldn't help but flex his hand a bit, though it resulted in a grimace. Alright, worse than he thought. Maybe a good wrap would help... Probably not but he could try when they made it back. A short huff and he'd refocused. Right - dead demon meant they could leave. It also meant he could have Alex take a look at the burn, or anybody, for that matter. "Anything useful out here? Cause I'll be honest, if I go back in there before she leaves it won't be pretty." To say she pissed him off would be an understatement - he'd already decided that the next time he saw her she'd be killed on the spot, which would honestly get in the way of their current task.
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Post by Myst on Sept 12, 2019 15:41:06 GMT -5
Jiyeong Carter Park | 24 | Werewolf Standing at 6' even, the lupine hardly bothers with his Korean name anymore. Too tired of mispronunciations, Carter has been going by his secondary name since middle school. Rarely speaking unless spoken to, many are surprised to find that he is a rather amicable person, normally very warm and more than happy to make connections with people despite his utter hatred for small talk. Carter, in line with his naturally silent nature, will often omit information if it is not asked for. This is not out of spite, however, if it isn't asked for then he tends to assume that it isn't important. Generally a warm person, he's all about enjoying his life and doesn't tend to hassle himself with anything that fails to appeal to the things he likes unless it is genuinely beneficial. It takes a lot to piss him off and even more to calm him down once the former is accomplished. He's the protective type, more often than not going out of his way for those he considers family, however ices people out if they happen to stab him in the back. Carter can also be noted as not working well with emotions - he was never good at comforting people, however if a problem can be physically dealt with he is almost always the first to offer to take care of it, not really knowing of any other way to help. Carter absolutely despises recieving medical attention. He much preferred lettings his injuries take care of themselves rather than see any sort of medic. It has nothing to do with being taken care of as he has nothing against the concept, however, he'd never had a positive experience with any sort of doctor. This is mostly due to the fact that the more severe the injury, the closer he gets to his canine instincts, essentially equating him to a corner, injured animal. He especially hates shots, completley unwilling to recieve them or self-administer them. Unlike his general hatred of medical attention, this stems from a traumatic event that he still hasn't allowed himself to process. Rather, his mind has locked it away from his attention just as most traumatic events are in anybody.
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Post by Myst on Sept 15, 2019 13:41:45 GMT -5
(I couldve don’t better on his form and yet my brain has shut down and refuses to reboot)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 15, 2019 14:06:37 GMT -5
(It looks fine to me. ^^ )
Celia watched as he got closer. As he drew near, it was clear to see that something was wrong with his hand by the way he was grimacing and holding it. "Great, all we have to do then is wait and come back later with a plan of action," she said. Then nodded to his hand. "Let's head to a motel and I'll take a look at that burn. As for what I found, it was sorely anything. There's cameras all over the place. I knew that if I had to go in the cafe for any reason, someone would be bound to recognize me if I was caught on tape snooping around. I can come back later with a gadget to disrupt the signal if I can manage it, but I wasn't out to risk it right now. However, no one too suspicious has entered or left the building. Then again, it's a little early for the rough and rowdy crowd to be out. We still have a couple of hours for that."
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Post by Myst on Sept 15, 2019 14:27:28 GMT -5
(Ahhh alright if you say soooo)
He nodded to the first statement, partially focused on not cracking his knuckles like he usually did. “Right - guess it’s better than brute forcing it.” He wouldn’t lie, typically he did. Then again, he typically didn’t have a partner so it didn’t matter how he chose to handle it. At mention of the burn, Carter finally acknowledged his hand properly only to find that it was it looked as bad as it felt. As she went on about the cameras, he nodded slowly, gaze focusing on her once more. She was right - if she’d had to come in then it would’ve caused problems for later. “I mean we could just rip them off the walls. I feel like that’s faster.” So much for not brute forcing it. Carter, whole strategic in his ways, was also a simple person. He still had one good hand, so it wouldn’t take much. “I think the hangout usually picks up around 2 or 3 if I remember properly - shop always got pretty busy around then.”
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Post by Myst on Sept 18, 2019 20:14:51 GMT -5
(Guess who’s sick!! It me!!!)
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Post by Myst on Sept 18, 2019 21:32:20 GMT -5
(Ahhh Okay!! XD
I think it’s a sinus infection cause a lot of patients came through work with them they other day :c but I think it’ll pass soon)
He only listened to her when she refuted the idea. Well, she had a point, but who said she’d be seen? He was sure that he could remove them without her needing to be seen as well. Even still, she was right. Just wasn’t as fun, but she was still right. “Yeah, fine.” He didn’t care either way, but part of him just figured while they were here they could do everything in one shot. “I guess we just have to find somewhere to go - the only thing I remember from living out here is this damn place,” Carter sighed, vaguely gesturing to the cafe with his injured hand.
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Post by Myst on Sept 19, 2019 21:04:01 GMT -5
(Honestly Same cause it hasnt gotten gotten better and AH)
Carter nodded, letting his arm drop back to his side as he turned to follow her back to the car. Part of was almost irritated that he didn’t remember this town. He didn’t remember anything outside of the cafe, though he supposed it was his own fault. Still, he said nothing of it and turned all focus on getting to the car.
(This is short I’m so sorry)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 26, 2019 19:19:23 GMT -5
(Whelp, time got away from me. >.< Sorry for the wait!)
Celia led the way to the car. Once there, she didn't hesitate to get inside and start to car. When Carter was in beside her, she began to drive towards the nearest motel. Luckily, the search wasn't a hard one. On the way to the cafe, she had spotted one not five minutes away. There was no telling what quality the place was, but it would do for a short amount of time. If it was a poor place to stay, then they would search for a different place later. IF it was decent, they would use it as they're temporary base. "So what happened?" she asked.
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Post by Myst on Sept 26, 2019 20:11:01 GMT -5
(No stress man!! It’s all good)
Carter followed her quietly, not really having much more to say on anything. It only sucked because in the silence, a good portion of his focus went to the pain. He’d be lucky if his palm didn’t scar up after this. Once in the car, he couldn’t help but just stare at it. There had only been two other times I’d come into such close contact with silver, and he’d been hunting hunters at the time. He’d also either been been cut with it or it had been a clean shot with an exit wound. The lupine has always gone out of his way to avoid prolonged contact with the metal, not really liking the idea of permanent tissue damage.
So when Celia asked what happened, he couldn’t help but sigh a little. “I made to collect her debt through provision of information, and she thought she could scare me off with a bit of silver,” he replied. “She handed me this switchblade or whatever when she was going through her bag. It was a challenge, and I don’t like when those who sought me out think they can just short me.” Flexing his hand slowly, he drew in a long breath as he did so. “I guess she thought my sense of self preservation would outweigh my anger.”
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 26, 2019 20:43:22 GMT -5
(Thanks. I feel bad for it, but I've just been so swamped with everything else that I haven't done much other than work and school, lol.)
"So you did it to prove a point," Celia simplified. She wasn't judging his actions. Calling out people's bluffs was a perfectly good way of tipping a conversation into one's favor. However, there were certain bluffs that could be too stupid to call, especially if it involved risking oneself in the process. Personally, she wouldn't have done it, or not to the point where he hand would have looked as bad as his did. Yet, that had been his choice to make.
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Post by Myst on Sept 26, 2019 23:26:20 GMT -5
(nah man life happens - tbh the only reason I've been so active still is because like I'm a big procrastinator)
Nodding slightly the lupine glanced out the window. Sure, it hadn't been his best choice but he was never one to back down from a challenge. He'd only held the damn thing for no more than four seconds, and yet it was probably one of the worst pains he'd felt in a while. At least it wasn't embedded in his skin... That would have been a different story. It wouldn't have ended as nicely as it had for Piper... "Admittedly, it wasn't my best decision," Carter sighed, absent-mindedly cradling his left hand in the other on his lap. He was more in touch with his instincts than most of his kind when he got injured, and it was always a fight him with to get wounds treated, especially when they were silver related. "I didn't even hold the damn thing that long. Couple seconds at most..." Yes, he was well aware that silver was completely toxic to his species. He also hadn't known exactly how toxic until today.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 27, 2019 23:45:49 GMT -5
(Lol, I can understand that. I procrastinate much more than I should.)
"Oh look, he can admit to bad ideas," Celia mused. Honestly, she had expected him to try and reason why it had been necessary to hold silver, but he hadn't. Instead, Carter had owned up to it. And, yes, she was more than aware that she was poking the bear, or werewolf, with a rather short stick. He was injured and now was not the time to get on his bad side. She still said it. "A few seconds or not, you're hurt now. Luckily for you, the car is equipped with a first aid kit. I'm sure Loius gave orders to put in salve to help with silver wounds in every one of them the moment he knew you would be helping us."
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Post by Myst on Sept 28, 2019 13:51:18 GMT -5
(Dude sameeee it’s a wild time)
Carter rolled his eyes at the first comment, however he couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped him. It was something Elias would had said in this exact situation. If he knew, that was... did he know? He never asked. “Hey, she’s got a sense of humor,” he replied. Honestly, that was the most they had spoken to each other. As she continued, he glanced at her. First aid kit? Salve? “I don’t know, I think we could skip the whole first aid kit thing and just take a break, yeah?” No, he most definitely wasn’t one to let others touch his wounds, much less be close enough to try and treat them. It was honestly a poor trait considering he had a habit of ignoring injuries to get work done. Then again, normal injuries healed much faster than silver. If he remember his reading correctly, they only healed half as fast as a comparable wound on a human. And burns... burns took a hell of a time to heal.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 28, 2019 14:15:44 GMT -5
( XD )
At his response to her first comment, Celia's lips twitched up in a smile. Okay, that had been a clever retort, and she would give him that one. "Don't be stupid. Silver wounds are wicked things, that why we favor them," she told him. "If you expect to be using that hand any time soon, you'll need to get it cared for. Now, it will still take a bit to heal, but it'll be faster than letting it heal on its own."
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Post by Myst on Sept 28, 2019 14:33:13 GMT -5
“I’d like to reserve my right to stupidity since I can still use my hand. Just hurts.” It was true. It just hurt a lot and he couldn’t operate it up to full potential. But he could still use it. He was really just trying to avoid it at this point, although he was getting the feeling he wouldn’t be able to. Still, it wouldn’t stop him from trying. “Besides, what’s a bit of a burn, yeah?”
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Post by Myst on Sept 28, 2019 18:59:20 GMT -5
Suitcase? How many supplies did they have? He was a werewolves, though, it couldn’t be that hard with just one hand. Then again the effects of silver were more than just burns... He stared at her as they pulled into the lot and parked, almost searching for something just past her. Something like the will to deny a challenge for once in his damn life. “Yeah, just pop the trunk and I’ll get it.” Oh he was playing himself. He’d probably reopen any of the portions that had just started to scab over and he ran the risk of shifting due to the levels of pain. Yet, here he was, simply agree to get the first aid kit that should have been a small container rather than a large suitcase from the trunk.
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Post by Myst on Sept 28, 2019 19:30:02 GMT -5
This was a problem - he was left side dominant. It wasn’t that he was nonfunctional in his right side, it was more so the fact that it felt uncomfortable. Hearing the trunk pop open gently, however, sealed the deal and he could only nod to her words. “Right. I’ll be up in a minute.” He could just follow he scent to whatever room she got. Right now Carter’s focus was how in the hell he was getting this suitcase of out the trunk. Getting out of the car, he couldn’t help sucking in a short breath as he threw the door closed with his left hand. Right. This was fine. Just a little pain shooting up his arm through his shoulder and to his neck and chest.
Everything was normal.
It didn’t take much for him to get around to the trunk and lift the lid. Well damn, that was sizable. Which also made it a problem. He reached for it with his right hand, picking it up slightly before dropping it. Sure, he was right handed when it came to writing and holding a large portion of tools. Anything else was generally out of the question. “Who the hell needs this many medical supplies anyway?” He muttered, just staring at it for a moment. Reaching for it with both hands and lifting it to rest atop his left shoulder, he found himself nearly growling. He felt it - his hand was bleeding once more. It was bleeding more than the first time. Bracing the object with his left arm curled up around it, the lupine found claws digging into the material more so to keep himself stable rather than it stable. Claws meant partial shift, which also meant he more than likely had wolf ear penetrating his curls. He typically had more control over this, but today was special. Today he wanted to absolutely rip his arm off.
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