Akseli and Aharon exchanged wary glances over the top of the Seraphim's newest book before both pairs of eyes turned back to the large broken window. With Darnies' wards in tact and him away, it seemed the older man just outside the window did not notice them watching as he took snapshots of their bar. Luckily, once the man left the alley he wouldn't be able to find his way back for a while; it gave them time to shore up for whatever the fuck [i]that[/i] unnerving moment was sure to lead to. 

As the door opened their attention turn to the cat that had dragged trouble in. The man was disturbingly attractive, and definitely too dressed up to be in Saints and Sinners as a regular. Akseli slid his hand into his ratty vest pocket, forgoing the silver knuckles in there for the thinner iron ones. Pretty boys like that usually came from one breed around here.

"What the fuck did you just bring so close to us, Fae?" Akseli hissed, a mild rage building in his eyes.
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[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0da9545f-630b-4275-8529-e94da4458a08.jpg]Detective Autry Thompson[/url] has had better days. Hell, he's had better months. Certainly, even yesterday was better because at least he had one less body to deal with and apparently someone was pissing off their serial killer. The victim looked to have been drained of their blood via two tubes to the neck, which were left embedded even after the killer tossed out the body. Stabbed into the women's chest and holding to it a note was a large silver spike. The note itself read [i]'Someone else is hunting [b]my prey[/b][/i] in jagged, angry letters.

Detective Thompson had had better [i]years[/i].
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Chasa rolled her eyes at the old man, allowing an excited grin to bleed out for a moment when Simon's baton met the man's chest. She was not ashamed that she had a violent side, though she had it rather contained by her overall caring nature. This small bit of bloodlust only ever came out around those who dared to try and hurt her charge, her creator. She figured with all her restraint she was due her fair amount of twisted pleasures.

She raised an eyebrow at the Vanja's sudden yielding, practically seeing the power of his name wash over and get absorbed by the Fae before her. It was very much like when Darnies had first willingly given her his full name. He only gave the name to Simon, of course, but she was well enough in her magic to tell exactly when the bond, or whatever Fae call it, settled between the two.

"All that strong talk and deluded belief that you knew us at a glance and you give over so quickly," she mused, her smile all teeth and hunger. "And to hear you have given your name [i]before[/i], well, today has sure become interesting."
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Outside the waterfall, down by the pond, Darnies waved a lazy goodbye to Neirie, who had cocked her head as if feeling something and declared she had to leave for a bit. By the pout on her face, she was no happier to be leaving than he was to see her go.

Seconds after her disappearance, warmth hummed along his arms as someone stepped through the wards of Saints and Sinners, someone of Fae descent entering the bar. No ill will nor good will from this one, they seemed rather ambivilant about the bar. It was enough to get his body moving, wanting to shake off the tingling magic. He put out his blunt and pushed to his feet.

"I'm gonna check in the torture-interrogation-whatever, feel free to come with," he said to Bonnie. "Vie, as always, it was a lovely smoke session." The Nymph smiled and laid back, stretching out on the grass with her feet in the water.

"Likewise, Little Earth."

He passed under the waterfall just in time to here Vanja's true name and Chasa's comment to him, and he pushed over to her with a grin, seeing the fire in her eyes. "Ooh, I know that predatory gleam," he spoke up, grinning up at her. "What, did he try to mess with your head? Did ya tell him what happened [i]to the head[/i] of the last Hunter that did that?" The same grin has slipped onto his face, animalistic in the amount of teeth showing, sharper than a knife and more mocking than a funhouse mirror. "I wonder if that guy's buddies ever found it or if they just burned the torso down."