[malibuklaus]

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Going to eat then get to replies! Had to do quite a few errands earlier. Ugh.

[blccdiedknuckles]

"long time no see," law answered back with an amused shake of his head as he looked up to duncan leaning against his bar. the slightly younger man had become somewhat of a staple at the pit stop. law wouldn't insult him and call him a regular-- he'd save that title for the old fisherman, or their even older wives, that haunted his bar stools-- but he came enough that law had started to expect it. he started to look forward to it. leaning across the bar between them, matching the other's stance, he nodded as the other said he was surprised to see him there. he opened his mouth, the corners of his lips hinting at a smile, and prepared to give his usual answer that duncan was not the first to accuse him of always being there only for the words to stop at his lips when caught the tail end of the other's comment. "i'm sorry, a-- did you just say a modeling agency?"

so now he was flirting? law was a bit shocked but he was nowhere near disappointed. hell, if he had a few shots in him he'd even admit he'd fantasized-- only once or twice-- about the younger man ending the night in his bed. he just wasn't expecting it. "well, while i appreciate the sentiment, i think it's safe to say if there were any modeling agencies scouting out here they would be coming for you first. i know would be." he mused with an easy smile. "but you better be careful. drop another line like that on me i might get the idea you're wanting to leave with me."

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duncan's  lips  pulled  up  into  a  smile.  "i  sure  did!"  the  young  pup  said  in  a  way  that  practically  dared  the  other  man  to  contradict  him.  duncan  can  be  pretty  stubborn  when  he  thinks  he's  right.  and  in  this  instance?  duncan  knows  that  he's  right  without  a  doubt.  "should  i  say  a  modeling  team?  does  that  make  you  feel  better?"  duncan  teased  playfully  with  a  grin  and  a  wink.

"oh...  so  you'd  be  coming  for  me  first,  huh?"  duncan's  tone  was  playful  and  teasing.  although  there  was  a  glint  of  satisfaction.  obviously  happy  to  be  complimented  by  the  other.  his  tongue  comes  out  to  swipe  across  his  lips  as  he  lets  a  grin  slip  on  that  practically  screams  'mischief'.

"how  many  lines  until  i  solidify  that  into  something  more  permanent  than  an  idea?"  duncan  asked  with  a  grin.  "have  you  not  seen  yourself,  dude?  your  hot  as  hell.  and  no  way  you  don't  know  that.  that  ass  and  those  jeans  combination?  you  know  exactly  how  to  get  your  tips."  duncan  said  with  a  chuckle  as  he  finished  off  his  drink.  "and  i  for  one  thank  you  for  it."

[myriadpandora]

Rory wasn't expecting to get caught and for a moment it showed on his handsome face that he wasn't. He was normally so careful, in and out and nobody was the wiser because obviously nobody could do such and outlandish thing as teleport Well to be technically it wasn't exactly that but essentially this. "Um whatever do you mean? Gift? Magic?" he thought perhaps playing dumb was the best way to deal with this. He bit his lip. He couldn't just jump out of there he would need to switch with someone roughly his size and all there was, was him and this guy.

"I am really not sure what you are talking about but I uh- what is it exactly that you want? So you don't have to hurt my pretty face I mean. I would like to have it remain unhurt as well." Rory raked a hand back through his hair and like a skittish cat tried to back up only to hit wall, surprised as if he hadn't known he was in an alley.

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when  you've  been  around  for  five  hundred  and  fifty-four  years,  you  tend  to  learn  a  think  or  two  about  lying.  and  once  you  know  how  to  lie?  you  begin  to  learn  how  to  pick  out  other  people's  lies.  throw  vampire  abilities  and  a  survivalist  personality  in  their?  and  you  basically  have  the  recipe  for  maddox  blackwood.  maddox  quirked  an  eyebrow  as  he  crossed  his  arms  across  his  chest.  plump  lips  sliding  up  into  a  smile.

"now,  rory,  do  you  really  want  to  lie  like  that?"  maddox  asked  with  a  chuckle.  "i  saw  you  with  my  own  eyes.  kind  of  hard  to  beat  that  evidence."  he  sauntered  towards  the  other  man.  pure  confidence  and  control.  "so  then  i  suggest  not  playing  dumb.  dumb  things  around  me  tend  to  get  hurt."  for  a  split  second,  the  veins  around  his  eyes  darked  as  they  turned  a  few  shades  darker.  twin  fangs  flicking  down  as  he  smiles  widely  at  the  other.  and  then,  quick  as  a  flash,  it  was  all  gone.

"i  could  make  you  tell  me,  you  know?  compulsion  can  be  a  bitch.  well,  for  you  anyways."  he  says  with  a  chuckle.

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nate  knew  that  he  needed  to  kill  this  vampire.  he's  heard  the  rumors.  in  the  supernatural  circuit?  drama  and  gossip  is  one  of  the  quickest  spreading  thing.  after  all,  when  you're  immortal  or  age  slower?  you  have  very  little  to  do  except  keep  tabs.  and  while  the  supernatural  hunters  don't  exactly  fall  in  that  category  age  wise,  he  knows  the  importance  of  killing  a  big  name  like  this.  how  it  makes  the  supernatural  community  remember  that  there  are  people  out  there  who  are  able  to  keep  them  in  check.

people  like  his  family.

and  while  nate  personally  feels  that  they  should  be  able  to  adapt  a  more  lenient  way?  he  can't  exactly  disprove  what  his  family  says.  where  these  monsters  go?  humans  tend  to  pay  their  prices  for  them.  so  nate  stalked  the  british  vampire.  made  sure  to  use  his  supernaturally  gifted  stealth  to  slyly  move  and  mask  his  presence.  the  stake  clutched  carefully  in  his  hand.

and  then  he  struck.

he  swiftly  moved  forward  in  a  place  where  he  was  secluded,  and  he  came  up  from  behind.  the  stake  poking  into  the  other  man's  back...  right  behind  where  his  heart  would  be.  "henry  fulton?"  nate  asked  just  to  make  sure.  "we've  been  looking  for  you."

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@arkhospheleteon

"what  is  this  about?"

nate  knows  that  he's  quickly  began  to  become  the  black  sheep  of  the  family.  a  shame  to  most  of  their  eyes.  nate  had  been  a  golden  child.  polite,  respectful,  and  most  importantly?  obedient.  he  killed  what  he  was  asked.  completed  his  missions.  got  stronger.  but  recently?  nate's  hesitated.  things  have  'slipped'  from  him  before  he  could  get  the  finishing  kill.  and  he  knows  that  some  people  are  beginning  to  suspect  something  is  up.  not  that  nate  cares.

he  just  needs  a  few  more  gigs,  and  he'll  have  enough  money  to  leave.  he  can  become  his  own  type  of  hunter.  a  hunter  who  fights  to  protect  people,  who  doesn't  just  view  each  supernatural  creature  as  a  monster  or  a  monster-in-hiding.  "you  wanted  to  talk  to  me,  right?"  he  looked  at  the  other  man  curiously.  "is  something  wrong?  no  one's  hurt,  right?"  he  asked.

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@tightintheolwebshooter

emilio  felt  high.  after  a  night  of  draining  the  nearby  witches  and  magical  items  and  getting  a  few  gulps  of  blood?  the  rush  of  having  a  clash  of  powers  and  energy  in  him  had  him  feeling  exceptionally  great.  which  was  why  he  was  even  more  annoyed  when  he  found  himself  being  stopped  on  his  way  home.  "hm?"  emilio  grumbled  as  he  tried  to  focus  on  the  figure.  "something  i  can  help  you  with,  cutie?"  emilio  asked  with  a  big  grin  on  his  face.  "would  love  to  get  home  and  relax,  you  know?"

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@fagbxys

he  wasn't  an  expert  on  werewolf  things.  duncan  knows  that.  but  even  he  knows  that  you  don't  rush  into  a  territory  claimed  by  another  wolf  without  a  damn  good  reason.  or  be  stronger  than  the  other  wolf.  and  as  duncan  stared  at  alcide?  he  didn't  have  any  delusions  about  being  able  to  win  a  fight.  “um…  look.  i  know  it's  rude.  if  i  could  have  gone  around,  i  would  have.  but  i  had  hunters  on  my  trail.”  thankfully,  his  friend  nate  had  tipped  him  off  before  they  had  attacked.  and  that  had  given  duncan  a  few  precious  moments  to  prepare  himself.  “please…  don't  kill  me.”  he  begged,  his  puppy  dog  eyes  coming  out  in  full  effect.  “i  just  got  turned  like  a  few  months  ago.” 

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@fagbxys

a  soft  sigh  escaped  gus'  lips  as  he  looked  at  the  other  man.  he  stopped  wiping  the  table  he  had  been  cleaning  and  turned  around.  he  wish  he  could  say  he  was  surprised  when  the  man  came  walking  in  a  few  seconds  later.  but  something  told  him  that  he  was  coming.  and  that  he  had  arrived.  “you  know,  i'm  beginning  to  think  that  you  have  a  problem.”  he  says  with  a  raised  eyebrow.  “do  i  need  to  call  someone?”  gus  jokes  awkwardly.  he  was  never  the  best  at  social  interactions.  “this  is  like  your  sixth  time  coming  here  this  week.  not  that  i  mind  the  tips,  mind  you.”  art  college  was  expensive,  and  unfortunately  he  wasn't  born  into  a  rich  family.  so  it  was  bartending  and  working  at  the  garage  when  he  was  outside  of  class  for  the  next  few  years  for  him  unfortunately.  “are  we  wanting  a  table,  booth,  or  bar  today?”  he  asked  as  he  finally  finished  wiping  the  table  and  gave  the  other  his  full  attention,  turning  around  and  waiting  for  the  other  to  answer.

[lonelyheartedheathens]

Open to Any Plot: Your typical DND escort mission

Escort missions weren’t ones the party took often, but their employer was well known and offered a significant amount of money plus they were all heading in the same direction anyway, so Nafian hadn’t seen the harm in accepting the deal. They were going to be on the road for at least a ten-day.

It was the night after their second day on the road. So far nothing had gone too terribly, just the usual joys of long walks. It was near the middle of the night and Thorn’s turn on watch. Gaia’s bestial spirit, Kala, was stalking the perimeter of the camp since she didn’t need to sleep. He was sitting by the fire, tweaking the augmentations of his goggles but still keeping an ear out for anything nefarious while the others slept.

His pointed ear twitched at the sound of canvas being pulled back at a tent and he assumed it was one of his party, until he looked up and saw their employer leaving his tent.

Being around important people, or famous people, always set Thorn a little on edge. If only because he had an incredible talent at putting his foot in his mouth and embarrassing himself. But he still offered a small smile.

“Having trouble sleeping?” he asked, only loud enough for the other to hear but not disturb their sleeping companions. He could imagine the other was used to inns and nice beds, not sleeping around a campfire in the middle of the woods.

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if  one  were  to  ask  malcolm,  this  was  entirely  unneccessary.  he's  pretty  confident  he's  older  than  all  of  this  party  combined,  although  he  supposed  that  different  species  have  different  rules  with  their  ages.  still,  malcolm  is  one  of  the  first  sirens.  he's  lived  long  enough  to  know  how  to  protect  himself  while  traveling  from  place  to  place.  but  the  person  he's  having  this  meeting  with  insisted  that  he  has  protection.  so  malcolm  had  sought  out  his  own.  he  had  no  doubt  the  man  had  been  hoping  to  offer  his  'recommendations'  and  he  would  have  likely  woken  up  with  a  slit  neck,  but  the  siren  knew  the  game  to  well  to  fall  for  such  an  obvious  set  up.

so  he  had  hired  this  group.  it  was  odd  to  be  around  this  many  people  so  intimately  after  being  his  village  leader  for  so  long.  sure,  he  was  surrounded  by  people  often.  but  it  was  usually  blank.  formalities  at  best.  but  this  group  of  people  seemed  to  be  people  who  knew  each  other...  who  enjoyed  each  other.

and  some  of  them  intimately,  if  the  noises  from  the  next  tent  were  anything  to  go  by.

after  managing  to  get  out  of  his  tent,  he  snorts  as  he  heard  the  other  man's  words.  "your  friends  are  screamers."  malcolm  said  simply  as  he  moved  his  body  towards  the  warmth  of  the  fire.  his  hefty  frame  was  covered  with  hardly  anything  but  a  robe,  a  tasteful  amount  of  his  pecs  being  shown  as  he  took  a  seat.

"how  far  out  are  we?"  he  questioned  curiously.

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@blccdiedknuckles

most  people  probably  would  have  expected  Duncan  to  be  some  place  nicer.  after  all,  he's  a  werewolf  with  his  own  fair  share  of  money.  he  may  not  be  drowning  in  wealth,  but  it's  not  exactly  hard  times.  still,  something  at  the  pit  stop  bar  kept  calling  him  back.  well  actually,  it  wasn't  a  something.  more  like  a  somone.  Duncan's  eyes  followed  the  hot  bartender.  the  man  was  tall,  easily  over  6  feet  compared  to  Duncan's  5'10"  frame.  and  the  fact  that  he  was  a  boneified  twink  wasn't  helping. 

but  honestly?  Duncan  was  okay  with  that. 

Duncan  finished  off  the  beer  in  his  hand  and  smiled  as  the  bartender  made  his  way  over  to  him.  “long  time  no  see,”  Duncan  joked  as  he  leaned  on  his  arms.  the  werewolf's  eyes  taking  a  moment  to  travel  along  the  other  man's  hot  body.  “i  have  to  say,  i  keep  getting  surprised  that  you're  here.  i  would  have  thought  a  modeling  agency  or  something  would  have  swept  you  right  up  by  now.”  he  flirted  with  a  grin,  deciding  that  tonight?  tonight  was  the  night  he  was  going  to  shoot  his  shot.

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@myriadpandora

a  second  ago,  the  agent  was  walking  down  an  alleyway  that  was  all  alone.  but  that  was  a  second  ago.  because  now?  maddox  was  letting  out  a  ‘tsk,  tsk’  noise  as  he  slipped  out  of  one  of  the  shadows.  “my,  my.  i  have  to  say.  what  a  neat  little  ability  you  have  there.”  maddox's  eyes  hadn't  strayed  from  the  other  since  coming  across  him  using  his  powers.  maddox  was  a  survivalist  at  heart,  and  the  ultimate  planner.  so  he  preferred  to  wait  for  an  opportunity  to  arise.  like  now.  in  a  place  with  very  few  dangerous  items,  and  many  exits.  well…  for  him,  he  supposes. 

“i  can't  help  but  wonder  how  you  came  across  such  a  unique…  gift.  it's  unlike  any  magic  i  have  ever  seen.  and  i've  seen  quite  a  bit.”  slowly,  maddox  began  circling  the  other  man.  like  a  predator  would  it's  pray.  his  ever  present  smirk  on  his  face.  “so…  how  did  you  get  it?  i'd  really  not  have  to  hurt  a  pretty  face  like  yours  to  get  what  i  want.  and  in  the  end?  i  always  get  what  i  want.” 

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Consider this a starter call for my muses! Like this and I'll make a starter for us. PLEASE pm or comment if it's smut, if you have a preference on which characters we use/I use, and if smut if you want to be the top or bottom. Or pm me.