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"Yes. But they’re not human," Aedan murmured a little darkly to himself. He felt no pity or mercy towards these vampires. They’d killed too often, taken too many lives. They were far away from redemption in Aedan’s eyes. He nodded at Falk’s suggestion of him being the distraction. It made sense if he thought about it. Ironically the vampires would probably fear Aedan more than Falk simply because he was a hunter, and Aedan found himself looking forward to seeing the looks of surprise on their faces when Falk would unleash his prowess.

He did his best to remain as silent as Falk, keeping back a fair amount so he’d have plenty of chances to hide if Falk was seen. He loitered back as Falk reached the end of the hallway and he kept a close eye on him to follow whatever direction Falk would take next. Upon seeing the man whirling back from the adjoining hallway, Aedan also pressed himself against the nearest wall, eyes still on his partner. He nodded once to show he’d understood Falk’s signal that there was indeed a vampire behind the wall Falk was stood against, and that the man was about to take it out. Aedan crept a little closer just in case anything went wrong, but left room for Falk to do as he needed, nodding once more to show he was ready when Falk was.

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"Nor am I," he mused. "But I started out this way. They were human at one point, before they fell to disease. They choose to obey it, and thus we choose to put and end to their sickness." It was his flock's idea of mercy. To him it made perfect sense, to others it was madness or even xenophobia. Either way, vampires didn't die by natural means. There had to be some balance, so why not have the ones who were often seen as feeble, cowed prey provide it? It was only fair.

But there was nothing feeble about the swan as he grinned in Aedan's direction one last time before sliding silently into the hallway. The dim light hollowed out his already shadowed eyes, and the sudden switch to an utter lack of emotion added on to a rather jarring transition. He was skull-like, moving too fluidly, and the fact that he announced his presence to his chosen prey with a quiet hiss didn't help much either. But his scheme had worked, and he was off like a shot the second the vampire turned to face him. Falk rammed into it at full speed and the sharp crackle of breaking bone filled his ears. Some of them were his own, but he'd built up a tolerance since shifting often did the same. They'd heal. The vampire didn't really get the chance to start that same process, Falk pinned it as quick as he'd tackled it. With his knees on it's torso, he drew himself up and slammed his hand back down on it's skull as hard as he possibly could. The bone gave way with a sickening crack. Dramatic, but effective.

#oharathehunter #gore tw #//I CAME IN LIKE A WREEEECKING BAAAALL

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#tw: blood #mirror: falk

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Eddie chuckled slightly as he sat down to the bar. He looked down at the towel, ruffled his hair a bit then went back to drying.

"With those kind of guys, if they didn’t know before, you practically have to beat it into ‘em for them to get it."

He finally finished drying off his hair (or as close as he’d get). He handed over the towel.

"I know that we haven’t exactly known each other for the longest time but…"

Initial hesitation. That passed. He fished out his wallet from his somewhat less drenched jeans pocket.

"Just get me the usual while I blab on ‘bout this new business idea that’s finally becoming more than some abstract thing knockin’ around my head. I’d like you to be a part of it."

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"Were we anywhere else, I may have tried." Which would have ended terribly for them. There was a reason rowing teams would cancel their practices if there were swans on the river, and those were the ones without human-level intelligence and enhanced strength. Or thumbs. Something that angry and spiteful should not be allowed to figure out doors.

Though Falk hid it well. He hid most emotions well, other than quiet fury and his odd variant of happiness. The towel somehow found it's way back to the spot from whence it came almost as soon as he had it in hand. The movement didn't displace much air, but there probably was a bit of a breeze afterwards.

"Hm?" The swan idly flipped a beer glass into his hand. No superspeed there, glass wasn't solid enough to move that fast. "You've found me at just the right time, then. I'm only here until the normal bartender recovers from a broken arm." Which wasn't actually his fault for once. "My time's almost up, but the regulars still have a bit of a problem understanding me when they're inebriated."

#riseuprunaway

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Headcanon Asks!

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☩ for a bedroom headcanon

✖ for a tattoo headcanon (One they have or one they want)

♖ for a childhood headcanon

♬ for a song that fits them

↹ for a best friend headcanon

☾ for a sleeping headcanon

✻ for if they are a night or day person

✄ for a drunken headcanon

♘ for a pet headcanon

❀ for their favorite season

☮ for an embarrassing headcanon

✈ for a traveling headcanon

⊗ for a completely random headcanon

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“Indeed,” said Gaspard, “They may have met him. Have information. Though learning the individual weaknesses of a therian is perhaps rather redundant when the plan is to simply bombard them with our species-wide enemy of silver…still, it couldn’t hurt just in case. Do we have anyone tracking that lead?”

Someone didn’t say that about someone else without some reason. It was really better to know why than not. Gaspard’s plan would still always be to FUCKING STAB IT but additional information could affect, say, how much stabbing she did and where and how. As Falk had said, they only had one chance. “Will you be doing the testing soon? I’d like to observe.”

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"I know for a fact that one of the snakes was the first to confirm his return. There aren’t many of them, so it will be easy to figure out which one if we approach their leader. If they even have a leader at this point, I’ve lost track.” Which was fairly easy to do, unfortunately.

Falkner wrestled with a wire for a moment before rapidly bringing it together with it’s twin and tying them together with electrical tape. More solid bindings were for tests farther down the line, not the primary. It would hold for now, but not if he jostled it around. But he didn’t plan to stress test it just yet. “If you give me a moment, I can arm my prototype. It’s all up here,” he mentioned with a tap to the head, “So I can rebuild and adjust according to how we’ll be working it into the plan.” He had a habit of not using computers to store data on his explosives. Mostly because placing plans where they could be easily found was a bad idea.

"…Did Sigmund set up a few ballistics dummies back from the pond? He was down here earlier with a flintlock rifle."

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Eddie plodded towards the counter and grabbed the towel. If Falk listened closely, he’d hear a damp, squishing noise coming from Eddie’s boots. He started quickly drying his hair off.

"I…noticed."

As sensitive as his nose was, his job at Universal thankfully made him more accustomed to the overuse of body spray. He grimaced at Falk’s mention of the slimeballs, looking down to consider wiping his boots off. He did just come in trailing water, was it really gonna be that worth it?

"You’re rather charitable, if I was in your situation, I’d just switch the drinks out without tellin’ em. Provide them with a learnin’ experience."

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Hearing was one of the senses he had that should have burned out by that point. Working with explosives and having enhanced senses were a one-way ticket to bleeding eardrums, but nothing had happened to him yet. Divine intervention? Probably not, but he thanked the gods for it anyway.

He wasn't bothered by the noise, or by the water after he followed Eddie's gaze. That floor had seen far worse things that night. "I'll get that at close. That wood's been down there longer than some of the patrons I see in a night, it can stand a bit of the outside coming in." Older, he meant. It was very old wood and he was getting bits of language mixed up again. Which didn't seem to bother him. Nothing really seemed to.

"I wasn't as light-handed with them as you may think. I left them to the mercy of the storm. It may have been cruel of me, but those types?" he added with a wicked little smirk, "It wasn't my fault, they were asking for it."

#riseuprunaway

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Eddie was extremely thankful that the “proper lookin’ human being” makeup was still properly on his face, but everywhere else was practically drenched. The military jacket thankfully was of the thickness where it didn’t go straight through, but as for his hair…

"Yeah, I’ll take you up on that, thank you."

…more socially acceptable than shaking his head like a dog, not to mention less of a chance of the makeup coming off.

"The reports said there was gonna be rain, just wasn’t expecting this much this soon. How’s business?"

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Falk ducked behind the bar, grabbed a towel, and held it out at arm's length. "I'd toss it, but my aim with my arm? Probably a bad idea." He was used to throwing very large objects. At heads, no less. It was his favoured strategy when he couldn't blow something up or take it out by running into it. He wasn't even that strong when it came to shapeshifters, speed was his thing. But, when in doubt... chuck a smart car at it and hope for the best.

"Going fine, actually. It's dead now, but there was a party of about thirty in here earlier." He chuckled for a second. "I had to turn on the air conditioning to get rid of the fact that they were all wearing enough body spray to start a flash fire." They were an alright crowd other than the assault on his sinuses. "And I had to give the boot to a couple of slimy bastards who thought that joking about spiking drinks in front of the man pouring them was a good idea." Mostly alright.

#riseuprunaway

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My dog sometimes refuses to get off the bed.. So he sits up and stares me down..

#//I'm reblogging this here because falk wants this dog.#//UNSETTLINGLY HAPPY STARING CONTEST

It was probably someone's birthday that day, because earlier in the evening the bar had been packed to the rafters with people. He hadn't asked, barely had time to get a word in between filling drink orders. It wasn't like that at the moment though. There were a few regulars sitting around and lunging at tables, but other than that it was perfectly quiet. Mostly quiet anyway, it was actually starting to storm outside. Rain on a Thursday after a large, drunken celebration? Someone was pleased, and as a result he was as well. Even though he usually was anyway. But the person who'd just walked through the door probably wasn't, however. Falk was leaning on his side of the bar, so he straightened up a little and called over to them. His voice was calm, steady, and just loud enough to be heard across the room.

"If you need a towel, there are a few back here I can toss you. ...Quite the night, isn't it?"

#indie rp #open rp #muse: falk

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Let's do a weird headcanon thing

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1. What they smell like: Usually like the bar he works in.

2. How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): He usually passes out wherever he's calling home, wherever he's standing once he's completely out of energy. Watching it, it probably looks like someone's flipped an off switch somewhere.

3. What music they enjoy: 50s swing and jazz. He was born in '46, so it's the first music he remembers listening to.

4. How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Half an hour, maybe? Just long enough to shower and get dressed.

5. Their favorite thing to collect: He doesn't collect anything. Moves around too much, travels too light. The closest thing he has to a collection is keeping all of his old passports.

6. Left or right-handed: Right.

7. Religion (if any): Norse pagan. ...Sort of. His flock practices their own brand of it, passed down just like the rest of their traditions.

8. Favorite sport: Parkour! Even though he doesn't call it that. It's way more fun when you can move at the speed shapeshifters can.

9. Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling: Not much. He usually swings by a bar or two to check what the atmosphere's like, though.

10. Favorite kind of weather: Thunderstorms! They're the motivation behind almost everything he's ever done.

11. A weird/obscure fear they have: Immobilizing him is the worst thing anyone can do to him. He has to be able to move at all times, even a little.

#facts: falk

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Aedan opened his mouth to ask Falk about James’s triggers - he’d seen the burn scars on the man’s face when he’d first met him but he didn’t know the whole story about it - before he sensed the change within the swanmane. Not wanting to put him off or distract him, Aedan kept his mouth shut, his ears piqued, and his eyes on the man before him, watching as he slowly inched forwards, barely making a sound, his movements fluid, like water. Aedan swallowed, perhaps a little nervously, but remained calm, slowly following behind the older man.

He couldn’t deny the whispered words made Aedan’s skin prickle; he could hear the venom and conviction behind them easily and, although it unnerved him a little, it also made him feel a lot safer in terms of destroying these rogue vamps. “Is there a prize for who can elicit the loudest shriek?” Aedan whispered back as they stepped closer to where the sound had come from. Before they got any further, however, Aedan put a hand on Falk’s shoulder and looked at him. “What’s the plan when we find ‘em?” he asked in a hushed tone, a little awkwardly and albeit reluctantly. He wasn’t used to working with someone and the fact that Falk was obviously ten times more capable of taking out vampires than Aedan was made Aedan think he’d only hold the man back or get in his way. “It sounded like they’ve got a human in there if the shriek was anythin’ to go by… Our priority should be gettin’ them outta there.”

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"Turning a game out of their pain would be inhumane, wouldn't it?" he mumbled. "But they've earned a fright, by the sounds of things." And a fight. Falk refused to kill a defenceless opponent. It was something he simply couldn't and wouldn't do. Though he pondered, as he always did, did a death by a hunter's hand mean a vampire was dying in battle or from disease? As he spoke, he stayed perfectly still. The only flickers of movement from his direction were from his face and a slight sway he couldn't stop if he tried. He was straining to listen for movement, to get a general idea of where they were. The halls echoed and made it difficult, but they had to be somewhere and he couldn't rely on scent. "I'm faster than they'll ever be, so I suppose I'll make the better distraction. Besides. 'Prey animal'," he added in a mocking tone. "They tend to underestimate us because of that label."

Finally he moved forward again, flat-footed and shifting his weight carefully enough that his steps were utterly silent. Several decades of practice certainly paid off. It didn't take him that long to reach the end of the hallway, where there was a turn. Just one, to the right. Of course he'd peek around. When he did, he turned back fast enough to be a dark blur, pointed toward the corner and raised the finger he'd pointed with to his lips. One. There was a single vampire at the very end of the adjoining hallway, and it was incredibly lucky that it hadn't noticed him. The swan turned around and backed up against the other wall almost immediately afterward. Getting a good angle. The only way to be rid of it was to kill it quickly and quietly, and he hoped his plan was obvious as he glanced over at Aedan just to check to see if he'd caught on. Or as a warning to mark that he was about to charge at the poor diseased thing loitering a good distance away, whatever worked.