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cosmix
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It was a gloomy night, a rainy one at that. As the water pattered on the windows, Labella would sigh deeply. She wished thunder and lightning would echo through the building as she stomped toward the chief's office, which she never entered unless she had a problem with him. So he was fully prepared for shouting at each other. As her familiar knock sounded through the room, he'd proceed to rise from his chair, but Labelle would take it upon herself to barge inside, which wouldn't surprise the older man in the room, who just calmly sat back down.
"That Vampire case, you closed it, didn't you?" She'd jump quickly to her suspicions, which were nothing but long to be confirmed by the much older male, who seemed so unbothered by the situation that he was close to snoozing off. "I did, Labelle. and my reasons are more than confidential" he'd murmur, sipping a lukewarm coffee, that he was quick to swallow in vein, bubbling her anger even more.
"What?- That's no excuse, she was killed." Her outburst was interrupted by an aggressive placing on his cup onto his desk. Which shut her up quite quickly, yet she'd still stand with her arms crossed, in an annoyed manner. They were both very stubborn people, and their tense stares spoke millions of words.
"Fine. whatever you want, boss"
little did everyone know, she wasn't going to obey what he wanted, and in the back of his mind, he knew it himself. Yet, since he was such a lazy guy, he couldn't be bothered to care.
That would que her swift leave, slamming the door behind her, thunder sounding outside the office's broken window, which would make it even more dramatic. A smug chuckle arising from the older male, who simply proceeded to drink his mediocre coffee, which he swallowed with disgusted hesitation.
But Labelle would have a plan, a good one at that.
for her past two years in the industry, she knew the people she would be able to work with, the ones who didn't believe in such a classist world. One of these people was Mark Huang.
They had never actually worked on a case with each other, but she heard about his, and hopefully- he had heard about a couple of hers.
But familiarity wasn't the point, the point was that someone was murdered, and her fatass boss was too selfish to do anything about it, but she knew she wasn't.
She had the case file, herself, and her confidence. All she needed was his confirmation.
Now, even detectives had a hierarchy, and- well. He was in a much higher position than she was, in respect and authority. Yet that never really managed to stop her, until she was outside the door to his office.
what if he laughed in her face? what could some 20-year-old pickpocket do for this case? what difference could she make?
Ah, nothing like insecurities at your most confidence-needed moments.
I guess an intimidating facade would have to do instead.
with a couple of knocks on his door, she'd question;
"Mr. Huang, can we speak?"
"That Vampire case, you closed it, didn't you?" She'd jump quickly to her suspicions, which were nothing but long to be confirmed by the much older male, who seemed so unbothered by the situation that he was close to snoozing off. "I did, Labelle. and my reasons are more than confidential" he'd murmur, sipping a lukewarm coffee, that he was quick to swallow in vein, bubbling her anger even more.
"What?- That's no excuse, she was killed." Her outburst was interrupted by an aggressive placing on his cup onto his desk. Which shut her up quite quickly, yet she'd still stand with her arms crossed, in an annoyed manner. They were both very stubborn people, and their tense stares spoke millions of words.
"Fine. whatever you want, boss"
little did everyone know, she wasn't going to obey what he wanted, and in the back of his mind, he knew it himself. Yet, since he was such a lazy guy, he couldn't be bothered to care.
That would que her swift leave, slamming the door behind her, thunder sounding outside the office's broken window, which would make it even more dramatic. A smug chuckle arising from the older male, who simply proceeded to drink his mediocre coffee, which he swallowed with disgusted hesitation.
But Labelle would have a plan, a good one at that.
for her past two years in the industry, she knew the people she would be able to work with, the ones who didn't believe in such a classist world. One of these people was Mark Huang.
They had never actually worked on a case with each other, but she heard about his, and hopefully- he had heard about a couple of hers.
But familiarity wasn't the point, the point was that someone was murdered, and her fatass boss was too selfish to do anything about it, but she knew she wasn't.
She had the case file, herself, and her confidence. All she needed was his confirmation.
Now, even detectives had a hierarchy, and- well. He was in a much higher position than she was, in respect and authority. Yet that never really managed to stop her, until she was outside the door to his office.
what if he laughed in her face? what could some 20-year-old pickpocket do for this case? what difference could she make?
Ah, nothing like insecurities at your most confidence-needed moments.
I guess an intimidating facade would have to do instead.
with a couple of knocks on his door, she'd question;
"Mr. Huang, can we speak?"
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Mark sat still, his dark eyes staring sluggishly at the drops of rain that continuously sounded against the small window in his office. The white noise would usually help him to concentrate, but Mark had far too many thoughts buzzing in his head to be able to focus on the pointless paperwork that he had been assigned. He tapped the edge of his pen repeatedly against the old wooden desk, which was aged finely with spill stains and claw marks. The occasional trailing mark of a knife blade made it difficult to write on top of the desk without the pen falling into the grooves - which defeated the entire purpose of the piece of furniture, but there was certainly not enough funding for Mark to get a new one anytime soon.
There were many unsolved cases that got Mark sniffing around, but there were a few in particular that he was focused on, thinking deeply rather than filling out his paperwork. Being a werewolf himself, Mark was most invested in the recent, rising cases of weres who have gone rogue. No matter how much he searched, Mark couldn't seem to find a common denominator behind the weres who became violent. They were all of different sexes, classes, and ages, without any relating knowledge of each other or having previous risk factors. It was certainly puzzling for the detective.
Another set of cases Mark was attempting to wrap his head around were those of stolen blood - where the victims were vampires who had been kidnapped and killed. Some of them had been slowly drained of their blood while still alive, showing clear signs of a struggle to survive. The thought of such a cruel action caused Mark's jaw to tense. Vampires weren't an easy species to capture or kill by any means, and the rise of these crimes were certainly alarming.
Most suspicious of all were the people in Mark's own field of work, who were denying and ignoring all of these crimes occurring right in front of their eyes. Mark was certain that there was some deeper reason for why cases were being closed, and employees quickly assigned elsewhere if they questioned why. He didn't want to believe it himself, but a theory of corruption was lingering at the edge of Mark's mind.
A faint knocking sound drew Mark out of his thoughts. He didn't recognize the voice too well through the door, but it sounded vaguely familiar. Mark sniffed at the air, attempting to determine the person's scent from outside. From what he could tell, they weren't anyone he'd ever worked with before.
"Come in." Mark welcomed the anonymous voice inside, leaning against the back of his chair. It wasn't like he was getting work done, anyways... might as well entertain whoever was waiting outside.
There were many unsolved cases that got Mark sniffing around, but there were a few in particular that he was focused on, thinking deeply rather than filling out his paperwork. Being a werewolf himself, Mark was most invested in the recent, rising cases of weres who have gone rogue. No matter how much he searched, Mark couldn't seem to find a common denominator behind the weres who became violent. They were all of different sexes, classes, and ages, without any relating knowledge of each other or having previous risk factors. It was certainly puzzling for the detective.
Another set of cases Mark was attempting to wrap his head around were those of stolen blood - where the victims were vampires who had been kidnapped and killed. Some of them had been slowly drained of their blood while still alive, showing clear signs of a struggle to survive. The thought of such a cruel action caused Mark's jaw to tense. Vampires weren't an easy species to capture or kill by any means, and the rise of these crimes were certainly alarming.
Most suspicious of all were the people in Mark's own field of work, who were denying and ignoring all of these crimes occurring right in front of their eyes. Mark was certain that there was some deeper reason for why cases were being closed, and employees quickly assigned elsewhere if they questioned why. He didn't want to believe it himself, but a theory of corruption was lingering at the edge of Mark's mind.
A faint knocking sound drew Mark out of his thoughts. He didn't recognize the voice too well through the door, but it sounded vaguely familiar. Mark sniffed at the air, attempting to determine the person's scent from outside. From what he could tell, they weren't anyone he'd ever worked with before.
"Come in." Mark welcomed the anonymous voice inside, leaning against the back of his chair. It wasn't like he was getting work done, anyways... might as well entertain whoever was waiting outside.
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The light glow of neon lights and lamps emitted from nearby buildings, though they barely did anything against the darkened sky. The silence of the city made Cory uneasy as he made his way slowly down the sidewalk with an umbrella propped over his head. The only thing keeping him from panicking was the song-like sound of rain falling around him. He had to meet someone for a job, much to his dismay at a sketchy bar somewhere down the road. He didn't typically like those places... People were violent on occasion and tranquilizers were too expensive to be wasted on petty bar fights. Cory took a deep breath, the cold air stinging the back of his throat. He needed the money, and this was the best opportunity he had that wouldn't end with him having to fight something that may tear him apart. His employer seemed to be having trouble with wolves on his farm, and regular wolves were much better then werewolves. This got him thinking. There sure were a lot more jobs being put out for the capture of werewolves... Usually only a few were out for grabs since it was rare for one to go rogue, along with that the more showy trappers jumped on those jobs before he could even blink. He blew it off, there were more important things to think about at the moment.
Cory arrived at the bar in which he was told to go, a feeling of dread growing further in him as he headed downward. At first glance, it seemed normal enough. A long table where they served drinks, some rickety benches to sit on, a few tables scattered around. Then he realized on the other side of the room it seemed as if some prostitute business was going on. His eyes widened at the sight of half naked men and women, and he quickly looked away. He took note not to go over there unless necessary. Cory scanned the room for his employer but didn't see him among the small crowd. He checked the time... He was a few minutes early, maybe they were just running behind. He took a seat at the bar, folding his umbrella, and waited, refraining from ordering any drinks at the moment. He didn't want to be half drunk when they arrived.
Minutes passed. Half an hour. A full hour. Cory's hope died as quickly as the time was going, slowly and painfully. With a deep sigh and closed eyes he waved the bartender over in hopes he may feel better if he was just a little drunk. "Something cheap please." He muttered, he didn't have much experience with alcohol. Leaning his hand against his face he waited until the bartender came back with a beer. Cory payed for it, not intending to buy anything else, and held the bottle up to his lips. He paused, then took a sniff instead. It smelled disgusting, he wished he hadn't decided to sniff at it because now he didn't want to drink it. He sat still for a moment, staring blankly at the bottles behind the counter. He wasn't going to just waste the money he spent. He closed his eyes and quickly took a sip. It didn't taste very good... But then he took another sip, then another, and another. It was growing on him... Or was it just because he was getting drunk? A couple came up to him and asked for his seat so they could sit together, and he moved without responding. Seeing a table near the sketchier, prostitute filled area, he claimed it and stared down at his drink. This was his only chance at a small job, the thought of trying for anything worse then wolves gave him anxiety. He took a long drink from his beer and subconsciously fidgeted with the paper towel dispenser on the table.
Cory arrived at the bar in which he was told to go, a feeling of dread growing further in him as he headed downward. At first glance, it seemed normal enough. A long table where they served drinks, some rickety benches to sit on, a few tables scattered around. Then he realized on the other side of the room it seemed as if some prostitute business was going on. His eyes widened at the sight of half naked men and women, and he quickly looked away. He took note not to go over there unless necessary. Cory scanned the room for his employer but didn't see him among the small crowd. He checked the time... He was a few minutes early, maybe they were just running behind. He took a seat at the bar, folding his umbrella, and waited, refraining from ordering any drinks at the moment. He didn't want to be half drunk when they arrived.
Minutes passed. Half an hour. A full hour. Cory's hope died as quickly as the time was going, slowly and painfully. With a deep sigh and closed eyes he waved the bartender over in hopes he may feel better if he was just a little drunk. "Something cheap please." He muttered, he didn't have much experience with alcohol. Leaning his hand against his face he waited until the bartender came back with a beer. Cory payed for it, not intending to buy anything else, and held the bottle up to his lips. He paused, then took a sniff instead. It smelled disgusting, he wished he hadn't decided to sniff at it because now he didn't want to drink it. He sat still for a moment, staring blankly at the bottles behind the counter. He wasn't going to just waste the money he spent. He closed his eyes and quickly took a sip. It didn't taste very good... But then he took another sip, then another, and another. It was growing on him... Or was it just because he was getting drunk? A couple came up to him and asked for his seat so they could sit together, and he moved without responding. Seeing a table near the sketchier, prostitute filled area, he claimed it and stared down at his drink. This was his only chance at a small job, the thought of trying for anything worse then wolves gave him anxiety. He took a long drink from his beer and subconsciously fidgeted with the paper towel dispenser on the table.
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Aristide's night at the bar went as it usually did; It was unpredictably predictable. It was expected in that many different men (and some women, of which Aristide was always reluctant to serve) of many different species came to the shady establishment looking specifically for him. They wanted a night of unbelievable pleasure, and were completely willing to pay the ridiculous price. Their unstable temperaments and hidden desires were what became difficult to predict - there had been many times where Aristide had almost been kidnapped or killed by sadistic, unstable individuals who had gone one step too far. Luckily, these were generally the moments when his boss came out of the shadows and likely added another homicide to his criminal record. Aristide was his boss' best employee, after all, with endless lifetimes of work ahead of him due to their bet. His life had ended up being quite valuable.
It was all just a part of the business to Aristide, who didn't have a choice in the matter no matter what he preferred. He had bet away his life to the demon owner of the bar, and now faced the consequences of his loss. After servicing a client, Aristide walked out of one of the back rooms and into the main section of the bar, a small frown on his face. People were drinking and flirting, while the smell of cheap alcohol and cigarettes floated in the air.
Aristide ruffled a hand through his dark hair, letting it settle messily over his forehead with a sigh. He poked tentatively at a purpling bruise on his neck, his black-painted fingernails lacking a single flaw. Aristide hadn't expected the male to hurt him, but he had done so nonetheless. After Aristide refused to let him leave without paying extra, he'd finally gotten an extra wad of cash. If he were properly nourished, the bruising would heal much quicker... but it was incredibly difficult for Aristide to find blood that he liked anymore. It all tasted bland and sad, not even worth drinking. His appetite had soon become nonexistent.
After mingling a bit with some coworkers and gossiping about the unruly client he'd just had, Aristide began to hone in on his next prey to seduce. His eyes traveled to every lone person in the bar, the wine-colored irises studying for vulnerabilities to exploit. Then he spotted the perfect candidate. A lone, depressed-looking male, who dejectedly gave up his seat to a couple without a single word of defense on his part. Perfect.
Aristide unbuttoned another button on his shirt and walked over with confidence, reaching the rickety table where the lone male sat. His appearance was unique - Aristide hadn't seen many of his species before in the hundreds of years he had lived, he noted after recognizing the deer-like ears and small horns upon the male's head. Aristide pulled up a chair and sat down, not asking before inviting himself to the table.
"My, my, who gave you that sad excuse for a drink? No wonder you're looking so down..." The vampire gave a fake pout, tracing the edge of the beer mug softly with the tip of his finger. His voice was like weighted silk as it trickled from his tongue, wrapping around the stranger like a boa constrictor. "What do you say I mix you something of my own, hm? It'll taste way better than this." Aristide grinned, his fangs glinting in the dimmed, exotic lighting inside of the bar.
It was all just a part of the business to Aristide, who didn't have a choice in the matter no matter what he preferred. He had bet away his life to the demon owner of the bar, and now faced the consequences of his loss. After servicing a client, Aristide walked out of one of the back rooms and into the main section of the bar, a small frown on his face. People were drinking and flirting, while the smell of cheap alcohol and cigarettes floated in the air.
Aristide ruffled a hand through his dark hair, letting it settle messily over his forehead with a sigh. He poked tentatively at a purpling bruise on his neck, his black-painted fingernails lacking a single flaw. Aristide hadn't expected the male to hurt him, but he had done so nonetheless. After Aristide refused to let him leave without paying extra, he'd finally gotten an extra wad of cash. If he were properly nourished, the bruising would heal much quicker... but it was incredibly difficult for Aristide to find blood that he liked anymore. It all tasted bland and sad, not even worth drinking. His appetite had soon become nonexistent.
After mingling a bit with some coworkers and gossiping about the unruly client he'd just had, Aristide began to hone in on his next prey to seduce. His eyes traveled to every lone person in the bar, the wine-colored irises studying for vulnerabilities to exploit. Then he spotted the perfect candidate. A lone, depressed-looking male, who dejectedly gave up his seat to a couple without a single word of defense on his part. Perfect.
Aristide unbuttoned another button on his shirt and walked over with confidence, reaching the rickety table where the lone male sat. His appearance was unique - Aristide hadn't seen many of his species before in the hundreds of years he had lived, he noted after recognizing the deer-like ears and small horns upon the male's head. Aristide pulled up a chair and sat down, not asking before inviting himself to the table.
"My, my, who gave you that sad excuse for a drink? No wonder you're looking so down..." The vampire gave a fake pout, tracing the edge of the beer mug softly with the tip of his finger. His voice was like weighted silk as it trickled from his tongue, wrapping around the stranger like a boa constrictor. "What do you say I mix you something of my own, hm? It'll taste way better than this." Aristide grinned, his fangs glinting in the dimmed, exotic lighting inside of the bar.
TheSpeck
Cognitohazard
Cory had spaced out, staring at the paper towel dispenser intently, so intently he hadn't noticed the tall man who had sat across from him. He looked up at them, a bit confused as the alcohol had already taken affect. "Hmm?" He huffed, staring at the tall man's face for a moment. He recalled what they had said within a few more seconds. "Oh- I... Don't think I should have another drink." He said, ignoring most of the flirting. Although, something that didn't taste as terrible as the beer would be nice. The strangers voice was... soothing to say the least. It made him feel like falling asleep, but he fought his drowsiness. He still had a little pride left, enough to not pass out in front of a total stranger at the sound of their voice. As quick as it had come, he snapped out of his daze at the sight of the strangers sharp teeth glistening in the light. A vampire.
"Are you.... trying to kill me? Usually that's what people try to do when they approach a person as if they are trying to lure them into an alleyway or something.." He asked in a quiet, tired voice. He normally wouldn't have dared to ask, but his common sense was blurred by the alcohol. "Sharp teeth..." he accidentally said his thoughts out loud. He hadn't dealt with vampires on many occasions. Only once actually, when he was more daring and would go after bounties every once in a while. It ended up with him in the hospital dying of blood loss. He had managed to catch them, but they also had managed a few too many deadly blows... "Cause if you are I'd like to ask that you don't even try. It wont end very well, either for me or for you..." He realized he may be being a little irrational, but he couldn't stop thinking of all the past jobs he had done... Vampires scared him a bit. But, despite his suspicions, he smiled at the stranger. He certainly wasn't going to get caught up in the mess, but playing around might be fun.
"Are you.... trying to kill me? Usually that's what people try to do when they approach a person as if they are trying to lure them into an alleyway or something.." He asked in a quiet, tired voice. He normally wouldn't have dared to ask, but his common sense was blurred by the alcohol. "Sharp teeth..." he accidentally said his thoughts out loud. He hadn't dealt with vampires on many occasions. Only once actually, when he was more daring and would go after bounties every once in a while. It ended up with him in the hospital dying of blood loss. He had managed to catch them, but they also had managed a few too many deadly blows... "Cause if you are I'd like to ask that you don't even try. It wont end very well, either for me or for you..." He realized he may be being a little irrational, but he couldn't stop thinking of all the past jobs he had done... Vampires scared him a bit. But, despite his suspicions, he smiled at the stranger. He certainly wasn't going to get caught up in the mess, but playing around might be fun.
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cosmix
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With a short but deep puff of breath, Labella slowly pushed the door open with a serious demeanor, yet she knew the outcomes were nerve-racking to her.
She'd stand in a nonchalant manner, her arms crossing over her chest as the case file dangled from her fingertips. The door would swing shut at the soft kick of her boot, and it would start.
All she wanted to do was to yell and shout about how much of a jackass her boss was, but she was feeling professional, and maybe a little defiant while she was at it.
With a small jaunt to his desk, she'd place down the file in anger, and as they made eye contact;
"I'm Labelle, Labelle Villages- and I'm just gonna cut to the point" She'd swiftly open up the file, showing the faked autopsy, crime scene, and her boss' signature, clarifying the case was closed, the sight made her sick in anger.
after a small pause, she'd carry on.
"I know we've never worked with each other, or even had an ongoing conversation, but I've seen you in action. and, well. I feel like you're the only one who actually cares about sincerely helping people."
she'd bite her lip in contradiction, was she really that desperate to say..
"I feel like you're the one people can trust, to help"
Nevermind. She was that desperate, but you can't really blame her, people are dying and practically nobody is helping, and the ones that are- well, they haven't got enough leads, or help, to crack any codes or cases.
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Mark shifted his gaze from the rain-coated window and to the woman who had entered his office, closing the door swiftly behind her. She took several determined steps towards his desk, and set down what looked like a case file in front of him. Mark's eyes rose to meet the girl's, studying her intently as she began to speak.
At the sound of her name, Mark suddenly remembered where he'd heard the woman's voice before. Labelle Villages. She was criminal-turned-enforcer, and could be a bit of a hot topic in the field whenever she decided to take on a case. Mark wasn't one for gossip - but it was almost impossible not to hear when people talked so openly behind someone's back.
As Labelle opened up the case file, Mark glanced down at the items within it. His expression became suddenly more focused as he looked at what was obviously not legitimate information. He had been in the field long enough to know what proper versus improper information about a crime scene looked like on paper, and there was a sudden influx of coverups. The signature at the bottom was enough to confirm it all - if Mark had that buffoon for a higher-up, he likely would have quit long ago.
Mark sighed at her desperate words, leaning back again in his chair. He felt conflicted.
"Well... you certainly match your reputation." Mark chuckled slightly, but it was only for a moment. "I'm flattered you think so highly of me and all, but... no one out there would trust me to help, especially with the current situation." He sighed, brows furrowed. Mark dug through his drawer and pulled out a black object, laying it on the desk. At a glance, it looked like some sort of technically-advanced dog collar. "There's a new law that weres've gotta' inform all coworkers, neighbors, and other citizens of their species before working together, for... safety purposes." Mark sounded slightly embarrassed to have to say such a thing. "And I've even gotta wear one of these for identification." He stared at the object with clear despise, crossing his arms before looking back up at Labelle. If she didn't already know that Mark was a were, she did now. Mark was letting her know of this as if he was already considering her as a future coworker.
"The public is distrustful of weres, not to mention that doing this would probably get both you and I fired... not that that lazy-ass boss of yours would care to do the extra paperwork." Mark reasoned, looking back at the open case file on the table.
"Tell you what," He started, looking up at Labelle once again, "If you tell me all you know about this case, and your plan to solve it, then you've got me on your team." But you've gotta convince me that you're worth working with. Those words were unspoken, but heavily implied. Mark wanted to help - he really did - but with the public fear against his species and the risk of getting fired, it would take something impressive to convince Mark to abandon his other work in pursuit of what might be a dead end.
At the sound of her name, Mark suddenly remembered where he'd heard the woman's voice before. Labelle Villages. She was criminal-turned-enforcer, and could be a bit of a hot topic in the field whenever she decided to take on a case. Mark wasn't one for gossip - but it was almost impossible not to hear when people talked so openly behind someone's back.
As Labelle opened up the case file, Mark glanced down at the items within it. His expression became suddenly more focused as he looked at what was obviously not legitimate information. He had been in the field long enough to know what proper versus improper information about a crime scene looked like on paper, and there was a sudden influx of coverups. The signature at the bottom was enough to confirm it all - if Mark had that buffoon for a higher-up, he likely would have quit long ago.
Mark sighed at her desperate words, leaning back again in his chair. He felt conflicted.
"Well... you certainly match your reputation." Mark chuckled slightly, but it was only for a moment. "I'm flattered you think so highly of me and all, but... no one out there would trust me to help, especially with the current situation." He sighed, brows furrowed. Mark dug through his drawer and pulled out a black object, laying it on the desk. At a glance, it looked like some sort of technically-advanced dog collar. "There's a new law that weres've gotta' inform all coworkers, neighbors, and other citizens of their species before working together, for... safety purposes." Mark sounded slightly embarrassed to have to say such a thing. "And I've even gotta wear one of these for identification." He stared at the object with clear despise, crossing his arms before looking back up at Labelle. If she didn't already know that Mark was a were, she did now. Mark was letting her know of this as if he was already considering her as a future coworker.
"The public is distrustful of weres, not to mention that doing this would probably get both you and I fired... not that that lazy-ass boss of yours would care to do the extra paperwork." Mark reasoned, looking back at the open case file on the table.
"Tell you what," He started, looking up at Labelle once again, "If you tell me all you know about this case, and your plan to solve it, then you've got me on your team." But you've gotta convince me that you're worth working with. Those words were unspoken, but heavily implied. Mark wanted to help - he really did - but with the public fear against his species and the risk of getting fired, it would take something impressive to convince Mark to abandon his other work in pursuit of what might be a dead end.
cosmix
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She'd willingly listen, and well, it seemed more than promising, before the fate was put completely on her hands. She wasn't the best with people, so her persuasion skills were awful, well- she'd presume because she'd never managed to turn her boss' of his stubborn ass, and even though Mark seemed as stubborn as her boss, she had so much more hope that the situation would turn out in her favor, even if there were strings attached. That being the chance he'd go batshit in the middle of the case.
After a small thought, she'd finally speak her case.
"My first point resides with you being a were. I didn't care before, and I don't generally care now." She definitely had 0 idea how to do this, she wasn't good with people. and if he couldn't already tell, then it would probably be a shock for him in the future, very big. especially while working, she's bad with any type of tone, terribly bad. "Not that I think it's something we shouldn't discuss! Obviously with what's going on..."
She'd sigh deeply. grabbing the bridge of her nose, she didn't know if professional or comfortable was the best choice, so she'd gather back up her dignity and carry on- or attempt her speech.
"Talking about the risk that you might go rouge while we're working together is something that we should most definitely talk about, but I hope you know it doesn't lessen my trust in you. But for the case, I have a very small lead; All vampires are drained, which might be a trademarked gang-tactic, I've seen it way too many times. They're also killed exclusively in the day. It may be an intimidation tactic from a smaller gang, getting a point across that they can kill 'in broad daylight ' and we know that criminals usually commit crimes at night when it's easier because people aren't around! So this theorized gang thinks that they're stronger- or better by killing in the day when people are in patrol- and now that we have vampires who donate blood- or organs, then scientists must know what properties vampire blood holds! Since I spent my time in an underground club, only a few years ago, the people will still know who I am- or who I was." she'd stop, catching her breath slightly, basically staring into the others' soul, a few seconds pass before she spoke in a much lesser tone; "We're able to do this. And I'll owe you, I'll help you with your cases after this, or anything you need me to do. I'll be there"
All she could do is stand while he'd make up his mind, she could only hope what she said was enough.
TheSpeck
Cognitohazard
It was late, later then he had expected to be out, and the rain was pouring down on him, causing him to get wet. Ari hated getting wet, especially since it ran down into his eyes and it stung like bees. He was heading downtown after being fired from his job at a local pawn shop... Unfortunately a lot of children went there for the cheap candy, or their parents brought them, and the young ones screamed and cried when they saw him. Sometimes even adults screamed at him. He wasn't sure why but it always made him feel like he was some sort of monster... He wasn't a monster... Or was he? Wandering aimlessly in the night, without a home to go to due to the fact his rent money came from his job, he decided to attempt at working for a short period of time to get enough money for food the next day...
Ari traveled through alleyways and sketchy shortcuts he found in the city as he searched for a place that may need a temporary employee. The chill in the air made him shiver. It was when he arrived in a dirty alleyway, trash bins littering the ground and vines growing up the wall, that he ran into someone who was dressed too nice to be homeless. They were smoking a cigarette and drinking a bottle of beer. They looked up at him in an irritated manner, staring at him for a brief period of time.
"Are you just going to stare at me dumba%$? You heading to the bar or not?" They snorted in a smug tone.
Ari stared longer and tilted his head a bit in confusion. "Bar?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah the bar downstairs. Now get go'in before I smash your face in. And don't think I'll hesitate because of that sh#tty mask of yours, trying to scare me with that, yeah right." They spat in a bitter tone, smoke trailing out as they spoke.
Ari decided not to pay much attention to them, and instead passed them and headed down the old gross stairs that seemed to lead to the bar. A bar might take him, no kids came there. Entering the room, he was surprised to see the change of scenery. It was quite nice in there compared to some other places he had been. The lighting was nice, the floors were somewhat clean, the walls only had a little mold on them. This was great, he'd love to land a job here! Approaching the counter where they served drinks, the bar tender came up to him. "What'll it be?"
"No drink for me sir... Is there anything I can do for a little cash at the moment?" He asked, once again in his quiet, smooth tone.
The bartender stared at him for a moment. "Go clean some tables and I'll speak to the manager. We might pay you, but no promises." They huffed. Ari nodded and took the slightly damp dirty rag handed to him. They might not pay him, but it was better than nothing, and at least he was out of the rain. He moved to a few of the tables and started wiping them off, collecting the mugs that were left behind and throwing away broken glass. He was still dripping wet from outside.
Ari traveled through alleyways and sketchy shortcuts he found in the city as he searched for a place that may need a temporary employee. The chill in the air made him shiver. It was when he arrived in a dirty alleyway, trash bins littering the ground and vines growing up the wall, that he ran into someone who was dressed too nice to be homeless. They were smoking a cigarette and drinking a bottle of beer. They looked up at him in an irritated manner, staring at him for a brief period of time.
"Are you just going to stare at me dumba%$? You heading to the bar or not?" They snorted in a smug tone.
Ari stared longer and tilted his head a bit in confusion. "Bar?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah the bar downstairs. Now get go'in before I smash your face in. And don't think I'll hesitate because of that sh#tty mask of yours, trying to scare me with that, yeah right." They spat in a bitter tone, smoke trailing out as they spoke.
Ari decided not to pay much attention to them, and instead passed them and headed down the old gross stairs that seemed to lead to the bar. A bar might take him, no kids came there. Entering the room, he was surprised to see the change of scenery. It was quite nice in there compared to some other places he had been. The lighting was nice, the floors were somewhat clean, the walls only had a little mold on them. This was great, he'd love to land a job here! Approaching the counter where they served drinks, the bar tender came up to him. "What'll it be?"
"No drink for me sir... Is there anything I can do for a little cash at the moment?" He asked, once again in his quiet, smooth tone.
The bartender stared at him for a moment. "Go clean some tables and I'll speak to the manager. We might pay you, but no promises." They huffed. Ari nodded and took the slightly damp dirty rag handed to him. They might not pay him, but it was better than nothing, and at least he was out of the rain. He moved to a few of the tables and started wiping them off, collecting the mugs that were left behind and throwing away broken glass. He was still dripping wet from outside.
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Aristide shrugged at the male's refusal of another beverage. He placed his elbows on the table, resting his chin delicately on the backs of his hands. His entire focus seemed to be on the male across from him, and on nothing else. It was like the world outside of the two didn't exist in Aristide's mind any longer. It was a shame that he refused another drink... the more drunk someone gets, the easier they are to seduce. Aristide usually attempted to use that route first, as it was the most successful. It seemed he would have to use another technique.
The stranger's sudden accusation caught Aristide by surprise. He paused for a moment before bursting into a small fit of giggles, the noise filled with delicate amusement.
"Kill you? Goodness, no. Manslaughter isn't anywhere on my to-do list." Aristide chuckled, leaning slightly forwards. He stared intently into the male's eyes, his head tilted slightly to the side. "Besides... I know another hunter when I see one." He grinned, his voice a sedated whisper.
Aristide leaned back a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why are you here tonight? I'm guessing you didn't show up for the beer." The vampire prodded with a chuckle, his semi-cheerful grin never leaving his face.
The stranger's sudden accusation caught Aristide by surprise. He paused for a moment before bursting into a small fit of giggles, the noise filled with delicate amusement.
"Kill you? Goodness, no. Manslaughter isn't anywhere on my to-do list." Aristide chuckled, leaning slightly forwards. He stared intently into the male's eyes, his head tilted slightly to the side. "Besides... I know another hunter when I see one." He grinned, his voice a sedated whisper.
Aristide leaned back a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why are you here tonight? I'm guessing you didn't show up for the beer." The vampire prodded with a chuckle, his semi-cheerful grin never leaving his face.
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Cognitohazard
Cory watched the vampire carefully, taking a better look at him. His deep red eyes stared at him, and didn't leave his... It was a bit unnerving, but not because the vampire was scaring him, he simply hadn't had anyone stare at him like that before. He glanced around at some of the other customers in the bar as if pleading for help, then back at the vampire hesitantly. Cory raised an eyebrow when the vampire mentioned he knew Cory was a hunter, but his tired expression didn't change to surprise. "At least you know, it would have been a shame if you would have had to figure that out later..." He said, implying that if the vampire had tried to murder him he would have had no mercy.
As the vampire leaned back, Cory thought for a moment. The sudden scare of seeing the strangers sharp teeth had cleared his mind a bit from the foggy feeling of the alcohol, and now that he looked at the vampire he realized they were probably one of the prostitutes. It made the most sense, why else would a stranger approach him and offer him a drink when he looked like a sad mess? Cory smiled mischievously at the vampire. He certainly wasn't going to get caught up in the prostitute business. first of all, he didn't have enough money to spend, second, private times like that were reserved for a spouse. But, if the vampire was going to play this game, he wasn't going to hesitate to play it back.
Wiping the tired expression from his face and changing his demeanor entirely, he smiled warmly at the vampire, like the feeling of the fireplace after a long day of playing out in the snow. He met his eyes, staring back without hesitation. "Oh, I was here for business, but my employer seems to have better things to do." He said lightly, smoothing his voice out. He leaned forward, maintaining eye contact and rested his head on one hand. He decided not to ask the question back just yet, it would only be more uncomfortable if he waited.
"How impolite of me, I would love to buy you a drink..." He said, crossing his legs under the table.
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As the vampire leaned back, Cory thought for a moment. The sudden scare of seeing the strangers sharp teeth had cleared his mind a bit from the foggy feeling of the alcohol, and now that he looked at the vampire he realized they were probably one of the prostitutes. It made the most sense, why else would a stranger approach him and offer him a drink when he looked like a sad mess? Cory smiled mischievously at the vampire. He certainly wasn't going to get caught up in the prostitute business. first of all, he didn't have enough money to spend, second, private times like that were reserved for a spouse. But, if the vampire was going to play this game, he wasn't going to hesitate to play it back.
Wiping the tired expression from his face and changing his demeanor entirely, he smiled warmly at the vampire, like the feeling of the fireplace after a long day of playing out in the snow. He met his eyes, staring back without hesitation. "Oh, I was here for business, but my employer seems to have better things to do." He said lightly, smoothing his voice out. He leaned forward, maintaining eye contact and rested his head on one hand. He decided not to ask the question back just yet, it would only be more uncomfortable if he waited.
"How impolite of me, I would love to buy you a drink..." He said, crossing his legs under the table.
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Mark sat back and listened, his arms crossed over his chest. There were plenty of reasons why he wanted Labelle to prove that she was really dedicated to this case before agreeing to take it on himself. First and foremost came the danger he might put her in if he accepted it. Mark was terrified that he would end up becoming just another statistic of a rogue werewolf - and if he were to kill his partner of all people... the thought was enough to have kept Mark off any team investigations for a while. He wasn't a killer, nor was he violent at heart. Hell, he didn't even want to be in the police force in the first place, but here he was anyways. Mark was good at his work, which made him feel fulfilled, but it wasn't at all what he aspired to be. Not in such a corrupt place, at least.
Mark raised a brow once Labelle mentioned gang activity. He thought about what she said, and it seemed like she had somewhere she wanted to ask around for information. After a moment of silence, Mark made a decision he was sure to regret. Had he even really fooled himself in the first place, thinking that he would turn down the one other person in his field who actually gave a shit about what was going on lately?
"Well, it seems you've analyzed far more than one case... you've put together an entire story." Mark could see that with the connections Labelle made on several murders, connecting them to the behaviors of a gang. It would be highly unlikely for a serial killer to be behind these killings, unless they were a rare type of species with maddening motives. With all those murders added to their sentence, death would be better. "Now, whether that story is true or not... we'll have to find out." Mark grinned, lifting the black collar from the table. He put it on, snapping the edges together at the back of his neck. He stood, offering a hand to Labelle.
"Detective Labelle Villages: I offer you my assistance as a detective, and as a werewolf. By accepting this offer, you are acknowledging any and all risks that come with having me as your partner. Any objections?" He recited, dark eyes attentive.
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Mark raised a brow once Labelle mentioned gang activity. He thought about what she said, and it seemed like she had somewhere she wanted to ask around for information. After a moment of silence, Mark made a decision he was sure to regret. Had he even really fooled himself in the first place, thinking that he would turn down the one other person in his field who actually gave a shit about what was going on lately?
"Well, it seems you've analyzed far more than one case... you've put together an entire story." Mark could see that with the connections Labelle made on several murders, connecting them to the behaviors of a gang. It would be highly unlikely for a serial killer to be behind these killings, unless they were a rare type of species with maddening motives. With all those murders added to their sentence, death would be better. "Now, whether that story is true or not... we'll have to find out." Mark grinned, lifting the black collar from the table. He put it on, snapping the edges together at the back of his neck. He stood, offering a hand to Labelle.
"Detective Labelle Villages: I offer you my assistance as a detective, and as a werewolf. By accepting this offer, you are acknowledging any and all risks that come with having me as your partner. Any objections?" He recited, dark eyes attentive.
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"Hmm?" Aristide hummed as the stranger gave what could have been a vague threat. He didn't understand why people thought he was going to try to violently attack and drain them of their blood like some type of savage. If he were a few hundred years younger, he would have been offended by the notion that he would drink just anyone's blood.
It seemed that the stranger was finally catching on to Aristide's flirtatious behavior, as his depressing demeanor seemed to change a bit.
"My, my, how kind of you... I'll take whatever's strongest. The name's Aristide, by the way." Aristide giggled lightly, covering his mouth with his hand as if he had suddenly become shy. It would take a fortune to buy enough alcohol to get the vampire drunk - which was unfortunate, as he enjoyed the buzz that alcohol brought on. Being tolerant to alcohol as a vampire was such a shame. He glanced over towards the bar and nodded to someone who was standing there. It seemed like whatever drink he wanted had been memorized by the bartender, as the bitter-seeming individual rolled their eyes and began working on making something. Aristide then turned back to face the stranger.
"So, this employer of yours just left you in the dust? How did that come to be?" Aristide sounded curious, his lips upturned into a small and patient smile.
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It seemed that the stranger was finally catching on to Aristide's flirtatious behavior, as his depressing demeanor seemed to change a bit.
"My, my, how kind of you... I'll take whatever's strongest. The name's Aristide, by the way." Aristide giggled lightly, covering his mouth with his hand as if he had suddenly become shy. It would take a fortune to buy enough alcohol to get the vampire drunk - which was unfortunate, as he enjoyed the buzz that alcohol brought on. Being tolerant to alcohol as a vampire was such a shame. He glanced over towards the bar and nodded to someone who was standing there. It seemed like whatever drink he wanted had been memorized by the bartender, as the bitter-seeming individual rolled their eyes and began working on making something. Aristide then turned back to face the stranger.
"So, this employer of yours just left you in the dust? How did that come to be?" Aristide sounded curious, his lips upturned into a small and patient smile.
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Cory tilted his head a bit. "I'm not sure myself, I have a good reputation in my work. Probably got caught by one of the wolves, poor soul." He said with a sigh. He glanced at the bartender as they started making a drink without even asking Aristide what he wanted. This only gave him further evidence that the vampire was a prostitute, since that meant he came to the bar often. He looked Aristide in the eyes again, keeping his smile. "My name is Cory, it's very nice to meet you." He said, emphasizing the 'very'.
"Now, it's my turn to ask questions." He said in a playful tone. "What brings such a handsome fellow to this lowly bar? Surely you couldn't work here, hm?" He said in what could be a vaguely passive aggressive tone, though it was so vague it could easily pass as a simple question. He took a drink from his beer, finishing it off and setting the bottle lightly on the table. He only now realized how brave he was being. Alcohol really did change a man.
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"Now, it's my turn to ask questions." He said in a playful tone. "What brings such a handsome fellow to this lowly bar? Surely you couldn't work here, hm?" He said in what could be a vaguely passive aggressive tone, though it was so vague it could easily pass as a simple question. He took a drink from his beer, finishing it off and setting the bottle lightly on the table. He only now realized how brave he was being. Alcohol really did change a man.
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Overwhelming joy came over the girl. To the point where she could basically jump at him with ecstatic 'thank you's to the male. She wouldn't, of course.
Instead of her elated outburst, she'd enthusiastically shake his hand, a soft smile upon her features, she was more than happy with his decision, it made her feel as if she'd finally accomplished something within the field, and accomplished something in the whole case.
As he stood, she'd take in some of his obvious features. He was only around an inch smaller than her, but that didn't make him look weak, he was honestly jacked, she could even feel it in his grip upon her hands, it was awfully firm, especially compared to her hold.
"risks acknowledged. Also, what does the collar actually- well, do?" She was forward with what she was thinking, subconsciously moving forward slightly as she'd look at its details.
She'd never came across a were who needed some sort of collar.
maybe it was so people knew he was actually one? seemed a bit unfair in her opinion. Yet she wouldn't share this now, maybe when they were able to share their opinions on the current situations with eachother.
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"It's dangerous out there." Aristide chuckled after hearing the comment about the werewolves. It seemed those beasts couldn't handle domestication after all. Aristide grinned as the stranger introduced himself, nodding in agreement to the statement. Before he could continue, Cory seemed to have his own questions to ask. Aristide didn't mind answering anything thrown his way.
Rather than being offended at the implications of having such a lowly workplace, Aristide's grin widened slightly at the question. He was vaguely entertained. He studied Cory for a moment, only pausing as his drink was brought over and set on the table. It didn't look like anything special - just strong alcohol with some type of flavoring over a few cubes of ice. It would be as mediocre as it always was.
"Not by choice, no." Aristide spoke the words casually, taking a sip of his drink. The condensation left a small ring of water from the base of the glass on the wooden table. "The money is quite enough to make up for that, though... it's incredible what some people will pay for a night with a vampire." Aristide smiled, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Cory. His eyes were mesmerizing - and though he likely could not glamour a creature like Cory, that didn't take away from their strangely dark and alluring effect.
"By the way you addressed me earlier... I'm assuming you've never tried it with a vampire before, hm?" Aristide questioned, brushing over his top lip softly with his tongue.
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Rather than being offended at the implications of having such a lowly workplace, Aristide's grin widened slightly at the question. He was vaguely entertained. He studied Cory for a moment, only pausing as his drink was brought over and set on the table. It didn't look like anything special - just strong alcohol with some type of flavoring over a few cubes of ice. It would be as mediocre as it always was.
"Not by choice, no." Aristide spoke the words casually, taking a sip of his drink. The condensation left a small ring of water from the base of the glass on the wooden table. "The money is quite enough to make up for that, though... it's incredible what some people will pay for a night with a vampire." Aristide smiled, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Cory. His eyes were mesmerizing - and though he likely could not glamour a creature like Cory, that didn't take away from their strangely dark and alluring effect.
"By the way you addressed me earlier... I'm assuming you've never tried it with a vampire before, hm?" Aristide questioned, brushing over his top lip softly with his tongue.
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Mark shook Labelle's hand firmly, accepting her as he would any partner. He was already trying to focus on and remember her scent, allowing it to flood his sensory receptors with every inhale. When you considered the danger of investigating cases like these, it was always good to be able to scent track in case your partner went missing. Labelle's scent was unique. It was strong - electric, with an undertone of something unpredictable. It was certainly memorable.
"Ah, this thing. Right." Mark tapped at the device casually with one finger, as if he wasn't totally embarrassed for having to wear it like some sort of pet. "From what I was told, the collars are mainly for identification. They're being handed out mainly in government positions right now, but some private businesses might eventually require employees to wear one as well." Mark explained, having done some research on the new collar-like devices. He had begun to see a few people wearing them in public, but there weren't weres everywhere, and some certainly weren't going to follow such a law. Mark didn't blame them.
"Along with that comes a safeguard feature, so you probably don't have to worry too much while on the job." Mark said, giving a light chuckle. "If I end up going rogue, it'll inject a high strength sedative." Directly into my bloodstream through likely the most dangerous way possible. He added internally, furrowing his brows lightly. Mark had his own doubts about being forced to wear such a device. It had only been a few weeks, but several weres had been reportedly killed by an overdose of the supposedly "safe" sedating drug or by having their carotid artery nicked by the application device. It was a shady device, and the origins of it likely even shadier. But Mark couldn't break the law just because he felt like it - he was part of its enforcement, after all. It would be more than hypocritical.
"Don't ask me about the science - I don't know myself how it can tell the difference between a conscious and unconscious shift." He shrugged, hoping his explanation would suffice. "But enough about that. We can talk on the way." Mark said, ending the uncomfortable topic for now. "You said something about an underground club?"
It seemed he was already invested in the case, and eager to gather information.
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"Ah, this thing. Right." Mark tapped at the device casually with one finger, as if he wasn't totally embarrassed for having to wear it like some sort of pet. "From what I was told, the collars are mainly for identification. They're being handed out mainly in government positions right now, but some private businesses might eventually require employees to wear one as well." Mark explained, having done some research on the new collar-like devices. He had begun to see a few people wearing them in public, but there weren't weres everywhere, and some certainly weren't going to follow such a law. Mark didn't blame them.
"Along with that comes a safeguard feature, so you probably don't have to worry too much while on the job." Mark said, giving a light chuckle. "If I end up going rogue, it'll inject a high strength sedative." Directly into my bloodstream through likely the most dangerous way possible. He added internally, furrowing his brows lightly. Mark had his own doubts about being forced to wear such a device. It had only been a few weeks, but several weres had been reportedly killed by an overdose of the supposedly "safe" sedating drug or by having their carotid artery nicked by the application device. It was a shady device, and the origins of it likely even shadier. But Mark couldn't break the law just because he felt like it - he was part of its enforcement, after all. It would be more than hypocritical.
"Don't ask me about the science - I don't know myself how it can tell the difference between a conscious and unconscious shift." He shrugged, hoping his explanation would suffice. "But enough about that. We can talk on the way." Mark said, ending the uncomfortable topic for now. "You said something about an underground club?"
It seemed he was already invested in the case, and eager to gather information.
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She'd listen while he spoke gruffly, the topic didn't seem like something he'd want to constantly think about, and with the confirmation, she'd need likely not worry. So she'd simply nod along as he spoke, agreeing with him. More talk about it would come on when they were in the case, for now, she'd need to inform him on what she had going for this whole case.
"Well, when I was with my ma', I sang in a club. Very underground, and new faces were rare. The owner and I had some sort of 'summer fling' if you'd call it that, and well, he introduced me to the real parts of the club"
She'd pause, crossing her arms.
"There would be bids every single night, all the notorious criminals and Gang leaders were there. And because I sold a whole wad of things, they were fond of me, and probably still are, since my cases haven't been on national TV or radio, it's very unlikely that they know I'm a detective now.
But they don't forget the good ones, and well. I know I'm a good one.
It's still the same guy that owns it, so he'll be able to get us in.
and if we just make you look a little bit rougher, you'll fit right in! All we'd need to do is cover that collar with a turtle-neck, we're set"
She'd inform him with a smile, before abruptly interrupting the silence again.
"Sorry! I'm getting away ahead of myself. We have to go to the vampire's home before we can go into the club, find any sort of clues that could get us forward- then we can go to the club"
She'd smugly smile at herself, she'd never been able to plan on her own before, and having the power was empowering.
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Cognitohazard
Cory kept smiling, bringing his bag closer to him as he listened to the vampire speak. For a moment he slowly dropped the smile... Aristide's eyes were pretty. Really pretty. The deep red hue was one he hadn't seen before, and it felt cozy to look at them. He got lost for a moment, staring into the vampires eyes... so pretty- he blinked rapidly a few times, trying to focus on what Aristide had said. He started to think back... That was odd, it was like he lost his mind for a brief second. He pushed his smile back up before responding.
"Well if the money's good..." He said. So it wasn't Aristides choice to be here, that was interesting. He sure seemed like he wanted to work at the bar, considering how invested he was into the role.
Cory sat up when he heard the last question, leaning back. "No, I haven't been with a vampire before... I would imagine it...." Old. Very old. Most vampires were old, but he didn't say that out loud, "to be intense." Cory leaned forward again. "But, unfortunently a poverty driven civilian like myself couldn't possibly attract a vampire, so it seems I never will experience that." He said. He was having fun, but the moment he got lost scared him a little, so he decided to try to back out.
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"Well if the money's good..." He said. So it wasn't Aristides choice to be here, that was interesting. He sure seemed like he wanted to work at the bar, considering how invested he was into the role.
Cory sat up when he heard the last question, leaning back. "No, I haven't been with a vampire before... I would imagine it...." Old. Very old. Most vampires were old, but he didn't say that out loud, "to be intense." Cory leaned forward again. "But, unfortunently a poverty driven civilian like myself couldn't possibly attract a vampire, so it seems I never will experience that." He said. He was having fun, but the moment he got lost scared him a little, so he decided to try to back out.
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As Aristide gazed into Cory's eyes, he was proven wrong by his previous assumption. It seemed that he could glamour Cory to some extent, if he had truly wanted to. Luckily, Aristide was a fan of leaving individuals with all of their free will. Even if his customers did not always respect the vampire's right of consent, Aristide would not take away anyone's autonomy to choose their own decisions and face their own consequences. He had seen that path, and had decided long ago not to use his ability unless absolutely necessary.
"Awww." Aristide pouted softly as Cory brought himself down, realizing that the stranger really didn't have the money. He wasn't just teasing, after all. "What a shame... I'm really starting to like you." The vampire grinned, his voice full of youthful desire. It would be hard to believe he was older than twenty one just by his looks and personality. He could see that Cory was withdrawing quickly from the idea, and likely couldn't pay for Aristide's services even if he could be convinced. The choice of Cory's piss-tasting beer should have probably been Aristide's first financial clue.
"Well, if you need some money... do you like to gamble?" Aristide grinned excitedly, his voice suddenly mirroring something akin to elation. It was like an addict thinking about their drug - their brain chemicals releasing pleasure before the needle even broke the skin.
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"Awww." Aristide pouted softly as Cory brought himself down, realizing that the stranger really didn't have the money. He wasn't just teasing, after all. "What a shame... I'm really starting to like you." The vampire grinned, his voice full of youthful desire. It would be hard to believe he was older than twenty one just by his looks and personality. He could see that Cory was withdrawing quickly from the idea, and likely couldn't pay for Aristide's services even if he could be convinced. The choice of Cory's piss-tasting beer should have probably been Aristide's first financial clue.
"Well, if you need some money... do you like to gamble?" Aristide grinned excitedly, his voice suddenly mirroring something akin to elation. It was like an addict thinking about their drug - their brain chemicals releasing pleasure before the needle even broke the skin.
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with a rush of relief, Cory appreciated that Aristide backed off after he dropped a hint that he couldn't possibly accept the offer. Having been in many sketchy places before, he had met a few people who had nearly kidnapped him in an attempt to get him to pay money, but it didn't end well for them anyway... Feeling more comfortable around the vampire now that business was off the table, he was a bit surprised at Aristide's offer to gamble. He thought a moment, staring at Aristide the whole time, then broke into a wide grin. "Well, I guess I can spare a little cash."
Aristide had seemed to be excited when he asked, so Cory guessed he was probably good at it... Either that or he was feeding a bad gambling addiction. Now that he thought about it, it could be both. "What game are you thinking..?"
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Aristide had seemed to be excited when he asked, so Cory guessed he was probably good at it... Either that or he was feeding a bad gambling addiction. Now that he thought about it, it could be both. "What game are you thinking..?"
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Mark listened attentively, nodding as she spoke to show that he was paying attention. While his mind was mostly on the subject of the case, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be raised in such an environment, constantly surrounded by dangerous individuals. From his own experience, such hardships strengthened resilience - or caused some type of serious mental issues down the line. In most cases, both could be simultaneously true.
"What, I don't look tough enough?" Mark joked with a grin, but trusted her judgement overall. They would be going into Labelle's territory, after all. As stereotypical as it sounded, a wolf knew to trust those most familiar with their hunting grounds. Coincidentally enough, Mark had a black turtleneck sweater bunched up on a chair in the corner of his office for when the weather got cold. It collected some dust most of the year, where he swore he would 'put it away later' every single day - but it seemed it would finally have its place.
Mark then nodded, agreeing with her overall plan of action. It was a good step in the right direction. "Right, then. Lead the way, detective Villages." Mark smiled with determination, ready to assist his new partner in solving whatever part of the puzzle they could surrounding their madness-infused city.
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"What, I don't look tough enough?" Mark joked with a grin, but trusted her judgement overall. They would be going into Labelle's territory, after all. As stereotypical as it sounded, a wolf knew to trust those most familiar with their hunting grounds. Coincidentally enough, Mark had a black turtleneck sweater bunched up on a chair in the corner of his office for when the weather got cold. It collected some dust most of the year, where he swore he would 'put it away later' every single day - but it seemed it would finally have its place.
Mark then nodded, agreeing with her overall plan of action. It was a good step in the right direction. "Right, then. Lead the way, detective Villages." Mark smiled with determination, ready to assist his new partner in solving whatever part of the puzzle they could surrounding their madness-infused city.
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"Ahh, see? I knew you had some fun in you! It's time to get that depressed look off your face, hmm?" Aristide chuckled, downing the rest of his drink in a few large gulps. Little did Cory know, he was getting into more than just a simple poker match... The vampire set his empty glass back down with a gentle clink, then stood and offered Cory to take his hand.
"It's probably a game you've never tried before, considering it's something I came up with on my own... but I promise, it's quite the thrill!" Aristide smiled happily, glad he found someone to subject to his idea of gambling at its extreme. Aristide just hoped Cory wasn't too shy, as their game would require an audience...
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"It's probably a game you've never tried before, considering it's something I came up with on my own... but I promise, it's quite the thrill!" Aristide smiled happily, glad he found someone to subject to his idea of gambling at its extreme. Aristide just hoped Cory wasn't too shy, as their game would require an audience...
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Cory took Aristide's hand, standing with him and looking around the bar as he spoke, his hooves making light clacking sounds as he adjusted himself to stand comfortably. A game he hadn't heard of? He suddenly had a bad feeling, but the buzz of the alcohol gave him enough courage to go along.
"Well you better keep your promise, because now I have high expectations." Cory said in more of a joking manner. What did he just get himself into?
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