Dreamers Games*open*

[Rae-Star Berii]

It was late. The moon was high and the night was dark. Outside it was raining, hammering with little pellets of water that wept from the sky in a chaotic sense of order. Inside the club, Rae sat. She was watching them all, writhing against each other, watching them all dancing their dangerous dances. She was not here to make friends. Her charcoal eyes were watching one man in particular, one creature. He was a vampire and a particular breed of vampire at that. She knew, because she had felt sick over it all, that he had been in her dreams; there he had attacked her and fed on her soul. Now, Rae was going to destroy him for the torture he had inflicted on her.

Rae shivered in the middle of a graveyard, she felt cold though she was well dressed. She was knelt at the graves of her mother and brother; she was back in Chicago and was looking down on the cold stone with such innate sadness that it swept her whole being. Towards her came a man, mostly he was monochromatic; as was the rest, save for the scarf he wore- blood red. Her eyes came up, flooded with tears and looked to her Uncle. He was tall, board, and built with muscles that resembled oxen. Taron came and placed a hand on her should, came and knelt behind her, his mouth soft and wet on the side of her neck.

Slowly his figure warped, from the face she knew and hated to something different; his eyes too became red, his shape seemed to stretch out, his skin becoming more hallowed and gaunt. Rae tried to fight him off, but he pinned her awkwardly against her brothers’ grave stone. As she struggled and fought the vampire placed his fangs against her throat, and she felt the tips graze her skin. Even in the dream panic swam through her. She kicked out violently and for a moment fought against him, shoving him off her only to be pinned once more.

Rae remembered his eyes; she would never forget his eyes

When she had woken up on that occasion three days ago she had little blood dots on her neck, bruises on her ribs and shoulders where she’d fought so violently and struggled against his hold. She’d escaped a lot in her dream, escaped being fed on, escaped the abuse, escaped the fear. The realisation had made her rush to the bathroom and hurl.

Then she had spent three days planning.

The planning brought her here. And she rose from her seat, her drink in hand, and slipped into the vampire’s view. She knew he saw her, she could practically smell the excitement on him, could see it light up his screwed up face. Quickly she finished her drink but casually she sauntered out of the club and into the exit alley.

There the act of being drunk was lost and she slid into the darkness.

Since her accidental kill a few weeks back she had bought herself several cases of silver ammunition. At first, her search online brought her information on several hundred types of sex toy and pornographic video, but then she found it. It was a small, momentary link at the bottom of one of the ‘personal pages’; a link to a man from New Zealand. She had several cases shipped over; but since then Patrick had been emailing here; he was a hunter too; he was part of the Whitechapel league and he had worked with her father.

Rae took it as a sign.

But the gun was her final defence. She wanted to enjoy this.

Her knuckles were silver plated, they had been bought that way, and she wore the spikes now on her left hand. In her right she span her combat knife and as the vampire came into the alleyway she pounced on him; small, lithe, deadly. She held the knife to its throat, pressed her knuckles into the side of his face and watched as his skin curdled and burnt with a satisfying hiss. The vampire had made a mistake to haunt her dreams, and it was a mistake he would pay for with his life.

Moments later she emerged into the street, the red leather of her jacket flapping in the open wind revealing her tiny flame clothed all in black. There was blood on her lip, a bruise on her face from the fight she had engaged in, but a satisfied smirk on her rose bud lips. The rain hammered down, slicking her rainbow hair to her head, making her shiver with cold, but for once she understood the thrill of the job she had adopted.

Is this how her father had felt? It was empowering.

Rae slowed her pace as she wandered through the London streets so late at night. She was in no hurry to get home, but wanted to enjoy the work she had just done, she wanted to remember this moment and the feeling associated with it, forever.

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[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr sat at his desk in his London office, reading glasses on, as he filed through paperwork, putting his signature where needed, making sure currency amounts were correct. Normally, he had his many accountants and lawyers handle most of the work. But sometimes Tyr liked to make sure things were going smoothly. The organization was too big for one man to handle, but that is what money was for. To hire other people to do the work for you. And so, while Tyr made the big decisions and handled some complaints, he did very little actual work.

Right now, a female vampire was screeching at him to do something. The hybrid nodded, pretending to pay attention to her, but really focusing on not torturing her to death. She was saying something about her brother having been killed, that the hunters were growing more bold, and he needed to do something. Sometimes, being king was not very interesting.

Tyr sighed and set his glasses down on the table, rubbing his temples. Let a vampire into your bed and all of a sudden they attempted to latch themselves on to you, trying to make every decision in your life like the parasites they were.

"Quiet, quiet." Tyr told her. "You found him only a few minutes ago, and hurried here as soon as you did?" He asked, to which she nodded. "Then I will look into it." The hybrid was not doing this for her, he was only doing it because he wanted to get out and do something, and also because several hundred others had been making very similar complaints.

"And when you catch the bitch, make her bleed." The vampiress demanded. That, Tyr could not allow. In moments, he was no longer behind his desk, but across the room, with the female suspended a good foot from the ground. He held her to the wall by her neck. "You do not give me orders, understand? If you persist to attempt to, I will torture you for a thousand years. We both have the time. Understood?" She gave some choked sound of comprehension and Tyr released her and left to search the streets.

Well, that was quite some time ago. Tyr had located her easily enough. She was fairly distinctive, and the vampire had had a servant trailing her for him. Rae's pace had slowed and Tyr now walked up to her, whistling softly, casual in his plain but tailored business suit. "Fun night?" The hybrid asked her.

[Vrases Claudt]

Standing silently in a large hotel room overlooking the British city, Vrases gazed over the city with a glassed over look, feeling surprisingly satisfied with his work. Around him in the large spacious room were the corpses of his assigned hits, bloodied with large bite marks that could fit perfectly into a massive tiger or lions mouth across all of their faces or throats, a gruesome sight for those not accustomed to them. quietly, he turned over to look over the scene inside, glancing over the four men who laid about across the room. these were members of a gang that had been assigned to track down woman and kidnap them for sex slavery, and they had unknowingly decided to take the wrong girl. One of the girls fathers was a member of the British parliament, and he, in a fit of rage that might end his career, hired the Were to find all of them and end them; he didn't exactly specify how he wanted them gone, so Vrases let his imagination do the rest, and well, the rest as they say, was history.

The scent of blood was an extremely strong smell, and for his kind, an intoxicating one, especially that of a recent death. looking back to the window, he licked his hand and began to sate the blood thirst the animal inside him demanded. it was acting enraged, as though it were bashing against a cage, screaming and roaring at him to let him have more than these simple flecks of blood. snarling at himself, which part he didn't know, he began to feel blood thirst take over his conscious self; he needed more. it wasn't a thought, but an instinct. feeling his hands begin to grow larger and his claws began to grow larger from his hands. Grabbing his head, he bashed it against the wall, forcing his beast inside to calm down thanks to the pain; now, he could think properly. grabbing his knives, he walked calmly past the corpses and their gory sight, and exited the room. The cops wouldn't show up for a few hours, Vrases knew, and they would never be able to figure out the fingerprints, because there truly were none; it looked as though a wild animal had gotten to them.

"well, close to that.." he thought, smirking quietly to himself as he began to walk down the stairs. as he exited the apartments, he strolled by a few outside vendors, and looked at the things they were selling; often they were cheap knockoff's though. however, as he passed by vendors, he came across a sight that would never get old; he saw a couple of ratty looking kids doing a pickpocketing trick he had done at their age. Looking to be about 12, they were simply running into everyone and grabbing the wallets that practically flew into their hands. " these people have too much money, they just leave it out in the easy to reach pockets." as one of them ran into him, he quickly grabbed the kids hand as he reached for his pocket. glancing down non-nonchalantly at the child, the kid gave a look of terror at being caught. Smirking, he let go of the kids hand, gave him a few pounds, and pointed them over to where a fat business man sat, saying that he was a better target than a fellow pickpocket. smiling at the kids as they ran to get their money, he glanced about the crowd, and his eyes fell upon two people he had not seen for a while; Rae, a hunter, and Tyrant creed, a daemon. "wonder what they're doing here." he wondered. as he walked quietly towards the duo, he noted that Tyrant based on his clothes was probably working and Rae had just been in a scrap, considering that big bruise she had on her face.

strolling up to the pair of them as tyrant finished his sentence, he simply stated; "fancy seeing you two here!. interesting shiner you have there Rae, tussle a bit too hard at a party or something last night?" he smiled lightly, but he knew the underlying theme; she was a hunter, and she had just finished up a successful one at that; otherwise, she wouldn't be here. even though he knew that humans couldn't smell it, Vrases knew creatures could; he was practically caked in the smell of blood. He bet that sooner or later Tyrant would pick up on it, but he didn't care; he was a professional, and he had just completed a job satisfactorily, and he bet the daemon would pick up on that. It was truly an intoxicating smell though, Vrases still felt that he was in a euphoric rush, but he kept a calm face on the outside as he casually pulled out his small flask and took a small swig, sitting on a nearby box and watching the two.

[Rae-Star Berii]

Her eyes had been on the ground and had she not heard his whistle and the sound of his voice over the lashing of the rain then she would have walked straight into him. Rae’s eyes came up, they seemed darker than usual; they seemed to be lacking the caution she normally appeared with and twinkled with a much more Machiavellian hue. Of course, it was not her eyes that had changed, but her. Rae had often come to close to death, she had killed before, and since entering this world she seemed surrounded by darkness and danger; but she had never enjoyed it before. She had never enjoyed the kill in the same way she had tonight and the glow that seemed to come of her skin surrounded her like a poisoned aura leaking her enjoyment to the world and anyone who was able to read it.

“Fun night.” She agreed, darkly, looking up at him from her tiny five-foot height and yet tonight she did not seem small and slender, but as tall as a giant and as dangerous as a daemon herself. Only when she spoke, only when she affirmed his statement did she realise she was hurt at all, the words tugged at her lip and she reached up with a dirtied hand, a hand with chapped knuckled and bruised fingers, to wipe at the blooded cut on her lip.

She did not have time to ask him what he was doing here, or if he was stalking her now, when another familiar voice rose around them. Her red leather coat flapped in the wind and she looked at Vrases with a lethal look. She was not the girl from the ice-caps tonight, she was not the quiet and collected human, tonight she was of a broken mood, tonight she was hazardous. “Come a bit closer and I’ll give you a matching one.” She almost hissed, almost animal like in the blood lust that rattled through her body. It was a feeling she could not begin to understand.

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[Vrases Claudt]

noticing her bruised knuckles as she wiped away blood on her mouth, she listened to her speak, trying to be as threatening as possible. smiling at her attempt to threaten him, he looked completely unchanged, because he truly was; it didn't matter to him whether or not she had finally just got her kill, he knew that the hunter posed no threat to him. he was simply to strong for the beginning hunter to be a danger to him, and he knew it, unfortunately he didn't think that Rae did. It's alright though," he thought to himself, "we all make mistakes sometimes, and i'll let this slide by once."

"haha, seems like someone finally gained some confidence in themselves; my congratulations to you. however, don't let that feeling over power you; it has led more than one hunter to their demise, leading them to believe they can handle more then they can chew, unfortunately; I've witnessed it at my old town with a shifter and a beginner." he smiled disarmingly at her, and watched her facial reaction. she had much to learn on her path, but he knew she could handle herself; hell, he had helped someone her age before who was in the exact situation that she was in. First kill, all hyped up, and tried to fight him; big mistake on her part, he must say. He had left her with a warning, taught her how she could better her fighting, and let her go on her way, much to the confusion of the hunter; "why let me live? you....things.... are supposed to be cruel and unmerciful!" she shouted at him. " because i know in the future you'll prove to be interesting, and i want to see what happens then. Until that time comes, toodle oo and das vidania." he replied. ahhh memories.

"also, the next time you finish a kill, you might want to at least put on something strong smelling; Vampyre blood is extremely strong, even for blood, and it brings about eyes that you would rather not have on you. Its practically clinging onto your clothes." he said as a tip; might as well help her out if she wanted to avoid a little unwanted attention. if it drew him as badly as it did, with all of his self-control, he could imagine what others of his kind or different beings were feeling. Suddenly, he felt his pocket vibrate, and his ringtone went off. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he answered; "hello, who is this."

"i need a favor"
"ok, whats the target?"
" male, aged 25, dark brown hair, green eyes, pale complexion. jeans and a band t-shirt. bounty:35,000 euros. reason; adultery, homicide, and simple battery.
"done...oddly enough, target located. will contact after target is terminated. good day."
haning up, he looked up and noticed the man was actually loitering around in front of a bar, oblivious to him and others. "i'll be back in a second, work called, something needs my urgent attention.' he said to the duo in a happy manner, masking over what he was about to do. Getting up, he walked over to the man, intent on finishing work before 6 tonight.

[Tyrant Creed]

The hybrid arched one eyebrow in mild surprise as Vrases approached. Odd, seeing him here. But Tyr could not honestly say to himself where it would not be odd to see him. He lifted one hand in greeting to the other male before turning his attention back towards the female, Rae.

Tyr yawned, putting on hand over his mouth to stifle it. Bored. "Does it please you, to murder others?" Tyr asked, checking his fingernails for dirt. Rae seemed to be in a foul mood. She was actually threatening Vrases. Amusing. The hybrid doubted the were would bother killing her over such a thing. Not all races were as proud as the daemons.

None of the rain hit the young hybrid, instead they glanced off around him as if coming into contact with an invisible shield of sorts. Twas Tyr's umbrella for tonight.

He looked up at her, idly noting her wounds and dismissing them just as easily. "You should take to heart what Vrases says. Skilled hunter you may be," Tyr did his best to keep a mocking edge from his voice when he said that, but feared he did not quite succeed "You are still human. Not to mention those who would be quite upset about your recent murders. There have been complaints.." Tyr informed her, watching for a reaction.

[Rae-Star Berii]

It as true, if she was not careful that the darkness of the kill would consume her but it was not true that this was her first kill, this kill as different, granted to the others she had pulled off because she had enjoyed it, because she become caught up in a frenzy of revenge, because all fear had left her and she as not afraid of the vampire as she cut of his head. Her other kills had been different, they had not been as calculated, they had not been for herself, but for others, they had not been…so easy. She had found it so, so easy. If she heeded their words she made no comment on it the dark undertones of her mood still glimmering in her chocolate-coloured eyes. They both presumed to know her, and they were both wrong. This was the fourth time she had met Tyrant Creed and what did he know of her? She doubted he could remember her name. Never did she talk about herself, nor was he interested. That, that was more than fine by her, but now he presumed to offer her advice?

No. Not advice. His words were a threat. It dawned on her and she looked up from the broken skin on her knuckles and up into his handsome face. Rae watched him, blank but dark expression-ed for a long enough time, and then she reached up her fingers and tugged free the collar of the black jumper she wore. Below it, as the rain run down the curve of her neck, were two red marks, scratches on the surface of her skin. The vampire had tried to bite her and in her dreams she had fought him off, in her dreams she had stopped the spilling of her sweet blood- her acts tonight, they were her revenge. A message, if they wanted to take her, she would kill them.

“Tell them to leave me the fuck alone.” She spat at Tyrant, letting him witness the marks before letting her jumper go and dropping her hand to her side. “Or I will kill them.”

Rae did not speak with over confidence, but with certainty in her voice. Rae was not the sort of hunter who killed every supernatural she came across, Vrases was proof of that, she had not killed him, had not tried to and had not even thought about it, ever. She did not harm others unless they harmed her, all of her kills; all of them came out of defence in some way or another. It wasn’t her fault that vampires like to put themselves in her path, like to torment her and invite her to kill them. Being bled frightened her, after the dream had been invaded and the vampire had taken her chance she had been fed a reminder that she was human, not that Rae ever forgot it. Furthermore, she was beginning to believe that this was her Uncles fault. He was alive. He was supposed to be dead and she was sure he as trying to frighten her into going back to him, in returning to his perverted grasp.

“I am no-ones prey. Not anymore.” She whispered, voice catching in her throat and with a crash she came away from the darkness she had been feeling. Tears welled in her dark eyes and her hands shook. Rae turned away from him, glad the Were had gone off to complete his own tasks, and let the pouring rain hide her.

[Vrases Claudt]

walking over to the man, he debated mentally over which approach he would take to the target; he needed to get the target out of public sight preferably and take care of him quickly. Then, it hit him; he knew what to do, and it would go smoothly if it went correctly.

walking up to the man, he made sure to stumble a bit, and fell into the mans shoulder; walking back and losing his balance, he stumbled, and slurred together a sentance as though he were a drunk" so sorrry bout that mate, ad a bit too much sa drink.... wai a minute.... is you! ya tha bastard that slept with ma girl! oy, cmere! come an get a piece a me, ya soddin prick!" he said to the man, and stumbled into a nearby alley, waiting for the large man to come into the alley. regaining his senses after playing the drunk, he waited around the corner for the man. As the man came around the corner, Vrases grabbed him by the neck with inhumane strength and dragged him to the very back. Pressing the man against the wall, he stared into the man eyes, savoring the fear and agony that shown in his eyes, feeling his own eyes glow with animistic pleasure; "you should't have done what you did mate. seems you've angered too many people, and hit a few too many women for their liking. nothing personal at all man, just business. just remember one thing; don't scream. it'll make it worse, and neither of us wish that, do we?" he asked in a hushed voice. Then, with practiced ease, he felt his claws extend into the man's neck. grabbing a wadded up rag from his pocket, he stuffed it into the mans mouth to make sure he didn't scream, then with quickly put one claw through his jugular and wind tunnel in the front of the neck; a quick, simple, nearly painless kill. letting the man down, he watched as the life dissipated quickly from his victim. When he was sure the man was dead, he quickly conjured a bit of water, cleaned up the mans neck, and put a massive bandage on his neck, then putting on a ratty sweater to cover his neck. Slowly, he pulled the hood over the mans head, then pushed him into a sleeping position. To anyone, it would simply look like a homeless man was sleeping in a dark alley, attempting to get away from the rain. that was the way he liked it in his form now; clean kill, and professional, and it would take a while for people to figure out the man was dead.

Now that work was over, he thought as he walked out of the alley, i can enjoy myself! walking back over to the duo, he sat back down and watched the two as they talked, and his hit had taken nearly less than 5 minutes; he was able to hear her chock out that she was no ones prey anymore. knowing that meant she had some sort of problems in the past, he decided to not press into it. Rae wasn't exactly the kind of girl who talked about her past, and he certainly wouldn't ask about if she had been abused; it wasn't his place to ask, however he was curious. but he was curious about a lot of things. "well, i dont know bout you too, but i just finished up work, and i'm parched; I need a drink, how bout you two?! i'll buy the pints tonight, on me. either of you want ta join me?" he asked, pointing over to the bar that was not very far away, smiling at the pair.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Kyrian ran his finger through his hair as he seemed to walk out of the wall in the alleyway. In truth, he was actually stepping from the shadows on the wall after just teleporting to this location; he loved the draught at this pub. The male looked down at a body seemingly sleeping on the ground, a great guise for a dead body when dealing with a normal person, but Kyrian's unique genetics allowed him to see normally in perfect darkness, so the crimson liquid flowing from the body was quite obvious to him. He crouched beside the corpse and felt the temperature of it; still warm, so a fresh kill. Next, Kyrian searched for the reason of death and found it easily, puncture wounds to the neck, and also on the neck was the imprint of a hand as though the man was being choked by one hand. Noticing that there were four holes on one side of the neck and only one hole on the other, Kyrian deduced that the corpse had been killed by some sort of humanoid creature with claws, so probably some kind of were-beast.

Oh well, not his mess. The elemental walked out of the alleyway and saw a group of three closeby. He could see each as clearly as if it were daylight and noticed something odd. There were two males and a female, and the female appeared to have gotten into a scuffle.

Not sure if they hand anything to do with the body, and doubting that three people would be around for one kill, Kyrian walked into the pub and sat down at a small table in the back corner, waiting to see what the night would bring him.

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr shrugged. "You say that, but you don't really know what you're saying." He told her, glancing at the watch on his wrist. It really was getting annoying, dealing with some people in a civilized way that did not involve violence. "I don't know all the things you've hunted, and I don't really care. But I do know one thing, and that is that you have never truly hunted an honest to gods dangerous creature, nor been hunted by one."

The hybrid squinted at his hand, checking for dirt. "Myself, for instance. I could squash you like a bug." He told her confidently. "In fact, a couple fledglings came to me asking for that very thing earlier." Tyrant informed her of this while watching for a reaction.

After a couple moments, he continued. "They want revenge. And if they are willing to come to me... Then it's only a matter of time before they go to someone else. If they haven't already." Tyr gave this a moment to sink in, turning his attention towards Vrases for a moment. "I am hunger. Buy me a burger."

Tyr sighed. "Look. You seem very confident, uh, Rachel." He said, fumbling at her name. "But Vrases here is a hitman, and even he could probably chew your leg off, overgrown Tom that he is."

The hybrid ran one hand through his hair awkwardly at her statement, the one about not being prey. "You may think otherwise, but you will always be prey. Just as I will always be hunter, predator." Tyr said this to the girl simply. "Murdering the weak does not change that. It only makes one a scavenger."

[Rae-Star Berii]

Absently, as she listened to Tyrant’s logic, her fingers slipped up into her hair line, touching against the little lump at the base of her skull. The micro-chip that she wore inside her skin made her headache, and every time she ran her fingers over it she felt her skin burn like a newly formed bruise. Her fingers travelled down from the top of her spine and into her collar, there they ran over the marks on her throat, the unsuccessful bite marks before slipped back down to her side, her hand swung like a pendulum and then was still at her hip. She was not safe, and his words brought out the reality of that, it was no use trying to kid herself that she had escaped- every time she tried Taron tracked her down and returned her to Chicago. He had never beaten her before, not truly, but every time she escaped and every time he returned her to Chicago, to his pokey little loft apartment, he beat her sourly.

“Please, don’t call me that” She whispered to the demon, a complete sense of defeat passing over her for a long and unsettling moment as he called her Rachel. Only her Uncle called her that, it had changed the whole meaning of her name, no longer was she a little girl whose daddy called her Rachel, no, now her name used by a monster. But, everything he said made sense, everything he said she seemed to already know deep down inside of her. He was the only person who ever talked to her so bluntly, and for some reason she thanked him (in her heart) for that.

You will always be prey, murdering the weak does not change that.

“Why?” Came her voice again, soft…frightened, but not of dying, of the inevitability that she was never going to get away, that she was never going to be free. She wasn’t afraid of the immortals of the world…her fear was much more dark, much more real. Gone was the blood lust, gone was the excitement of the kill and she trembled as she felt her body drain, slinking back into the abusive abyss.

Coming out of a dark thought she looked up at Vrases, drinking? Would that solve anything? No, but it might make her feel more alive. It might make her feel like she was in control, she might as well make the most of the few hours she had left here in London before her uncle descended upon her once more and took her back to her prison.

Her chin bowed to her chest and Rae sighed, sadly. When her eyes came back up to Tyrant there was soft tears in them. “Are you here to kill me, Tyr?” She asked him, with the trust of a small child; “Vrases? Is that why you’re both here?”

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[Vrases Claudt]

clasping his hands over his chest in dramatic flourish, he said "Oh tyrant, your words wound me! overgrown tom indeed... alright, i could use some meat too. a nice burger would go nice with a shot of tequila or a beer... yaaaa." he said to tyrant, laughing as he did so. afterwards though, he smiled somewhat sadly to himself; his job wasn't exactly something that he talked about, especially with others who weren't part of it, and sure as hell not Rae. He tried to keep a trickster attitude about him, and he succeeded nearly all the time. but at his base, he was a killer and a hunter; now and forever.
smiling silently, he said "your words ring true tyrant. sometimes though, people or creatures sometimes have a hard time coming to it; you have to let them come to the realization in their own time, preferably before it gets them killed." turning himself to face Rae, he smiled lightly. "no Rae, you don't have to worry about me killing you. i take all of my hits into consideration and go on who i believe deserves my "special attention" and who doesn't. you have not done anything criminal to get into the eyesight of clients of my certain types of skills." sighing quietly, he turned away; he always tried to keep his talk of his job on the downside, however sometimes its just came out. "Alright, nough of this!!! beer!Burgers! NOW!" cackling whole heartily to himself, he walked over to the bar and waited for the duo to hurry up; he always tried to keep the mood light, and hopefully some food would make both of them in a lighter mood.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Kyrian chuckled lightly into the glass of wine he was sipping out of, looking out of the window right beside him as one of the trio put on quite a dramatic play of offense. He seemed to be talking to the paler one. Then the mood seemed to get serious again as he addressed the female as well. With the way both male seemed to be talking to the female, and their expressions, Kyrian guessed that they were trying to correct some sort of misbehavior in her, or warn her of something maybe?

Oh well, there were more important things to deal with at the moment. The cute waitress, Keli the name tag proclaimed, was currently asking him if he had decided whether or not he wanted anything to eat. Glancing over the menu again with amethyst hues hidden behind dark orange tinted, round frame sunglasses. He couldn't find his orange colored contact lenses today, though he had searched his loft at least a dozen times. Oh well. Kyrian saw nothing on the menu that he actually wanted and smiled up at the female apologetically, "I guess it's just me and my drink tonight."

As soon as the female walked away, Kyrian held his hand out, palm up, on the table in a manner as though he were holding a round object in it. Glancing back out the window as the dramatic man made his way towards the pub, Kyrian raised his hand to his lips and took a bite of the gala apple that it now contained.

[Tyrant Creed]

When asked not to call her Rachel, Tyr's face twisted up, confused. "But that is your name, is it not?" he asked. Ah well, he didn't really care. Maybe she would be fine with Ray or something for short.

Tyr managed to maintain a straight face for all of two seconds when she asked him if he was there to kill her before bursting out in belly shaking, honest to gods laughter. He felt as if he could fall over and roll around in a rain puddle, but he happily refrained from ruining his suit. There to kill her, the thought sent him into another fit of giggles.

Once the hybrid had mastered himself, he wiped tears of mirth from his eyes and spoke once more. "N-no, that's not why I'm here, Ray." Tyr assured her, still smiling. "If it was, I'd be chewing on your face right now instead of asking Vrases to grab me a burger."

He stretched his arms up, yawning. "But I do suppose that is always an option." Tyr admitted. "You have a face that is totally murderable. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not attracted to humans like that, but I could totally murder you and enjoy it." This, coming from the hybrid, was sort of a compliment. Probably.

"Not to mention you've been present during some of the more irritating moments of my life. And your little killing spree is upsetting the delicate balance within my organization." Tyr turned his head to look after Vrases. "But I am feeling genuinely peckish. So I'm off for a burger and a drink with ole' Vrassy. The option to join us is open to you, but that's your problem." With that, Tyr set off after Vrases, entering just behind him.

[Rae-Star Berii]

Beer and burgers?

It was so simple really wasn’t it? The idea that she could just drop this bravado and join the two supernatural beings for beer and burgers was ludicrous and yet Rae could not see a reason not to. On the one hand she was in a self-destructive pattern, she was on the run, hiding out, sleeping rough and living every moment knowing that her Uncle would catch up with her sooner or later….on the other hand what could be more volatile than this current situation? If she was with the two of them when Taron arrived to get her what would happen? Would they stand up for her? Maybe Tyrant would kill him and be done with it? Maybe it was safer for her to accept this offer.

Her eyes followed the two of them as they wandered into the place and for a moment she stood alone in the rain, her hair wet to her face, the water from the sky mudding her tear tracks. This was all so, over whelming, she’d been doing so brilliantly, she’d felt so strong- talk about crashing back into earth with a thud.

Rae wet her lips, pulled her coat around her more tightly and followed them. What did she have to lose?

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