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[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

Aren't Hunters supposed to be brave?

Irony!Verse -- warning, or details, here

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[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

*leaning against a pillar* Sometimes

*she pushes off, moving towards him* What happened, Big Brother?

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

*he scowls, wiping his bloody hands on a rag that used to be a flannel shirt* This one broke too quickly.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. *offers to take the rag* Want another one?

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

Maybe. *he wipes blood and bits of other, less savory things off his face and tosses the rag at her* But not quite yet -- let's finish listening to this one die first. The set of lungs on him alone almost made up for how fast he gave in.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

*she catches it easily, making it disappear before holding out her hand to her brother -- more than happy to listen to the dying man's screams*

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

Only when they have something to hide behind.

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

*he glares at her*

Like you had any better suggestions of what to do with the day. It's only four and he's already spent.

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

I seem to recall suggesting we fuck up a certain blonde slayer and that got shot down. Least she would have had a little stamina.

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

Oh, Faithy -- still feeling all sad about how she gutted you like an over-ripe pumpkin? *he grabs for her, pulling her close* You've never learned the fine art of letting your prey tremble before you kill it.

*he nips at her ear before shoving her away and summoning a cigarette* I said we'd wait until her birthday, make it an extra treat for you.

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

*She frowns and rolls her eyes.* Bitch put me out of commission for months. I could've caused all kinds of trouble in that amount of time.

*She leans in and snatches the cigarette from him taking a long drag.* You always give me the best presents.

[zerodivided.livejournal.com]

The only 'hunter' I've met decided to hold a knife to my throat, stab me and crush my wrist.


ooc: Addie mun here and I had to drop my OC slayer in. Who just had a bad experience with a hunter

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

Oh. *he pouts at her, moving closer* You poor, poor little thing.

*he holds out his hand to her* Kiss it and make it better, Slayer?

[zerodivided.livejournal.com]

When I track him down, he'll be the poor thing. *smiles just a bit*

What's in it for me?

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? *he smiles, licking his lips* And what are you going to do to him? Details, baby -- I love details.

Nothing you won't like.

[zerodivided.livejournal.com]

He's got a little silver knife that I could cut him up real nice with... *smiles, and kisses his hand*

[vanitasimmortal.livejournal.com]

I'd imagine the very act of calling oneself a hunter denotes bravery...or stupidity.

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

Stupidity, certainly. *he smiles at her -- a soft, dangerous smile* Little Ava, how are you today? Did you come to play, or just to make a comment about the fool who thought to "cleanse" my old temple?

[vanitasimmortal.livejournal.com]

*ducks her head, not looking him in the eyes as she clears her throat*

I'm well. I just...was passing and I only meant to comment, my lord.

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

What's your rush, love? *he locks his eyes on hers* Stay a while.

[vanitasimmortal.livejournal.com]

*she makes to move and then stops dead in her tracks, cursing beneath her breath*

If you...insist.

[lost-myshoe.livejournal.com]

Hunters? Hunters are weak.

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

*he gives Sam an elaborate pout* But what about all the bedtime stories Mother used to tell me when I was a little Hellgod? *he pouts for a moment longer, before laughing, eyes dancing*

No respect for your old kind, is there, Sam? *he's wiping his hands clean on what was, under the layes of blood and gore now soaking into it, a worn flannel shirt*

[lost-myshoe.livejournal.com]

I was destined for better things. My old life was... an unfortunate stepping stone, and nothing more.

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

*he tosses the filthy flannel rag at Sam. stripping off his own shirt and stepping into the sun, dark glasses appearing on his face, a bottle of firewhiskey in one hand now, a cigarette in the other, a grin spreading across his blood-streaked face as the dying man seems to get a second wind, his cries gaining momentary strength*

Yeah, better things all right. A war you can't seem to put a stop to, and eternity shackled to a throne. *he raises the bottle to Sam, grinning merrily* Well done -- your majesty.

[lost-myshoe.livejournal.com]

Oh, I wouldn't use the word... shackled. You forget who leads the opposition. You forget his weakness.