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Potential || Sebastian & Roan || V8 W4 || Tuesday Morning

[undercoverhunter-blog1]

Sebastian smiled small at the array of questions. “Unless you count the Petrelli School, there aren’t really a lot of specific places to scout. Evos are just like regular people, but with powers. As I’m sure you’re fully aware.” He paused a moment. “It’s more about recognizing them when they’re using their ability. Some don’t use it in public, some flaunt their ability.”

He paused a minute, surveying Roan again. Sebastian didn’t know what the kids intentions were, but he had a feeling that Roan didn’t exactly approve of the way Charlie did things, though maybe he was just getting his hopes up for another person like him. 

“As for my weaponry, it varies with each target, since they’re all so different. Advice? Well…it’s simple.” He paused again, this time for effect, staring Roan down seriously. “Do what Charlie says.”

[draugrhunter]

Roan scoffed. He folded his arms across his chest and said, “Whatever the boss says goes, huh?”

He unwound his arms and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans with an easy shrug. “Sure, makes sense. Not everyone here has the same experience, right.” And not everyone here had any sense, as far as he could tell, but he was too new and this stranger too unknown for Roan to start shooting his mouth off. 

There was something about the guy---Sebastian---that unnerved Roan. He wasn’t sure what it was, yet, but he suspected the man was more dangerous than he let on; his answers were brief and simplistic, but there seemed to be more going on behind his dark eyes.

Roan let a crooked grin slid across his face. “So this Patrelli School. We got anyone on the inside? What type of security do they have? Can it be infiltrated?”

[shaywardley]

Trouble || Shay & Roan || V8 W4 || Monday Afternoon

[shaywardley]

Shay grinned happily, liking having won and known that he wasn’t really lost. “Mmm. I’m sure.” She paused a moment, watching him carefully before reaching out and grabbing hold of his arm to stop him from leaving. “Oh, no. Not yet. How do you know I’m not in the mood to talk? Maybe I just wanted to get your attention for a few minutes.” Her lips curled up a little wider, head canting to side slightly.

“I have a few questions for you, actually. Since we’re both here…in a public place where neither of us can do any real damage to the other. If you don’t mind, that is.” Even if he didn’t want to talk about what she wanted to, Shay sure as hell wasn’t going to let him leave without saying at few words, at least. Hopefully, they’d be useful, but at this point, anything would do. “I promise not to take up too much time.”

That was probably a lie. Depending on how this conversation went, anyway. Without waiting for a response from him, Shay let go of his arm and picked up one of the other books, flipping through the pages slowly to make it look like she was doing something else. “My first question is, who do you work for…and what do you want with me?”

[draugrhunter]

Roan’s first instinct was to lash out with his knife, slicing her hand free of his arm, but he stayed still. If she wanted to try to interrogate him, maybe he could learn something after all. He needed to know who had trained her and for what: was she part of an organized resistance, or was her training unrelated to her ability?

“Me?” he said. He pitched his voice slightly higher than normal, wanting to appear as green and nervous as possible. “I don’t work for anyone. Well, I mean, I work for my family. We have a farm in Ontario. Um. In Canada.”

Meekly, he said, “I don’t want anything from you. I was just interested. I just wanted to watch.”

He paused for a moment and took a few quick breaths. The metal of his knife dug into his palm. He said, “Please,” and emphasized it like a plea.

[porter-carrillo-blog]

Nothing Better || Roan & Porter || V8 W3 Wednesday Afternoon

[porter-carrillo-blog]

Porter couldn’t stop himself laughing at the mere thought of Donny writing some smutty romantic novella for middle age women around the country. “No, unfortunately not. He’s more of a subnormal-people-in-normal-situations kind of writer. You know, vampires trying to get by in the modern world, or uh, more recently he’s been pretty fixated on Specials and their stories. Good writer, I just hope he doesn’t get so good that he can’t help around here.” he said with a smirk, suddenly wondering whether this stranger might have heard of him - it would make his friend smile later on if he had. “Donald O’Byrne? I hear he’s popular in some circles, but I don’t know.”

[draugrhunter]

Roan shrugged and smiled, twisting his face into some approximation of apologetic. “Sorry, can’t say I have.”

If this guy was writing about Specials he might be worth looking into, though. And this bartender might turn out to be a more useful investment than just killing time with a pretty face.

Roan said, “Either of you know much about them---Specials? Or is this more a fantasy, like with the vampires?”

[shaywardley]

Trouble || Shay & Roan || V8 W4 || Monday Afternoon

[shaywardley]

Shay could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs before she saw him, only glancing up when he walked into her aisle. Her lips curled up slightly, but she didn’t give herself away just yet. Instead, Shay set down the book back on the shelf, horizontally in case she decided to get it after this little encounter.

Pretending to continue with her book search, Shay picked up another one and started flipping through the pages until he approached her. “Hmm? Lost?” She laughed now, shaking her head in amusement. “Really? Well, you didn’t seem that lost a few blocks ago when you started following me. What? Didn’t think I’d notice?”

She gave another small laugh and snapped the book shut before sliding it back into its proper place on the bookcase. “Who are you and what do you want?” Might as well get to it, right? “I’m a busy woman and already killed someone keeping tabs on me last week, so if that’s what you’re here to do, I suggest running the other way.” 

If he was a Hunter or someone equally as threatening, then they’d take the hint. Hopefully. If not, then they wouldn’t see her as much of a threat. “Otherwise, what can I do for you?” Maybe he wasn’t a Hunter, but why else would he have been following her. Unless they knew she worked with Rebel.

[draugrhunter]

Roan smiled and a raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t see much point in trying to lie his way out of the situation and starting a brawl with a pregnant woman in a bookshop was unnecessarily reckless. Clearly, whoever this was had training he hadn’t planned for. That would be useful to note for the future. 

For now, his best---his only---move was to try to get out of here unscathed. If she was paranoid enough to notice him, she probably carried something worse than a can of mace, and she probably knew how to use it. That said, there was no sense retreating without trying to get something out of her, first.

He shoved the ring knife up his sleeve and raised his hands, palms out, in surrender. “Okay, so maybe I’m not that lost.”

He took a step back and said, “I saw what you did in the cafe with the sounds. I’ve never seen anyone do a thing like that before. But, uh, I can see you’re not in the mood to talk, so I’ll just show myself out, shall I?”

He lowered his hands slowly, sliding the knife back into his palm. He didn’t plan to attack, but if she decided not to let him walk away, he wanted a quick defense ready.

[draugrhunter]

Arrows || Leroy and Roan || Thursday Evening || V8 W3

[specialhunter-blog]

“Then we’re glad to have ya,” Leroy beamed, holding his hand out to the man, “if you ever want to try some of the more problematic types, just let me know- Charlie an’ I are real close, and I can put in a good word once you get all settled in.” He offered.

He wasn’t entirely sure if this man was good, much less good enough to take on someone like Robert or Sylar, or any of those that could deplete their ranks in a few hours flat if so inclined.

“Been here since ‘98. Spent a lotta time down South, but decided may as well head to the gatherin’ ground for Specials.” He explained lightly. “Where abouts are y’all from?”

[draugrhunter]

Roan leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. He doubted this lummox was as close to Charlie as he thought he was; they seemed too cagey, too shrewd and careful, to truly trust anyone, let alone this loud-mouthed fool. That didn’t mean Roan should express as much, however.

“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

He nodded at Leroy’s next pronouncement and said, “I’m from up north. Canada.”

He didn’t feel the need to be any more specific than that---chances were Leroy wouldn’t know Tornonto from Edmonton even if Roan did elaborate on where exactly he was from. Besides, he was happy to let this conversation lapse.

[undercoverhunter-blog1]

Potential || Sebastian & Roan || V8 W4 || Tuesday Morning

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Sebastian smirked proudly, though it was a completely undetectable faced, one he’d perfected over the years. “A lot of deaths…and Charlie’s trust. They kind of go hand in hand.” He replied, eyeing the man intently. “I understand you’re the new one around here. Thought I’d offer you a chance for some questions, assuming you have any.”

He paused, taking a deep breath. “So, with that being said, fire away with your questions.”

[draugrhunter]

Roan said, “Huh.” He supposed he should be more impressed, or at the very least pretend he was, but so far the other hunters were disappointing at best and more often than not disgraceful cretins. He had no interest in comparing kill counts or collecting trophies; what they did was evil, and it didn’t need to be glorified. That didn’t make it any less necessary, however.

Still, maybe a little more information about how Charlie did business would be helpful down the road.

Roan said, “You must have been doing this a long time to have such an impressive record. Any advice for the new guy? Good places to scout for targets? Favourite weaponry?”

[porter-carrillo-blog]

Nothing Better || Roan & Porter || V8 W3 Wednesday Afternoon

[porter-carrillo-blog]

“Shame the other guy working here didn’t stop to talk to you, he loves a man who loves a book like that.” Porter chuckled, making a note to remember that, if this guy walked in again, he’d send Don his way.  

At Roan’s question, Porter sighed and shook his head, feigning sadness. “No, can’t say I do. I live with a writer, to read anyone else’s work would be an offence. He said, smirking.

[draugrhunter]

Roan raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. “Live with a writer? That sounds...exhausting.”

He smiled, hoping that if he could ask the right question, he could keep the other man talking. Roan said, “They any good, the writer? I mean, are we talking long philosophical tracts about turning into a fly or the next best romantic paperback?” 

[undercoverhunter-blog1]

Potential || Sebastian & Roan || V8 W4 || Tuesday Morning

@draugrhunter

With Sebastian’s position in the Hunters, it hadn’t been difficult to get intel on new members, which was something he was highly interested in. If he were lucky, one of them might be interested in changing sides later. It seemed to happen once in a while, where a person regretted coming into the fold. It was almost as it they’d suddenly developed a conscience.

It took him a few hours the night before to sift threw a few of the newest people, but Sebastian finally found one he found interesting. Even if they didn’t switch sides, their history was of some value. Not just to him, but the bureau would have taken an interest in what they could learn from the man.

“Roan?” He walked up behind the main, raising his eyebrows with an inquisitive expression. “My name’s Sebastian. I’m on of Charlie’s…commanders. Recently got back from a long distance assignment. I’m taking it upon myself to get to know some of the new recruits.”

[draugrhunter]

The first thing Roan disliked about the man was that he’d approached from behind. The second thing was that, whoever he was, he knew Roan’s name. Roan turned to look at Sebastian, schooling his face into careful neutrality, a blank slate of vague of hostility; not an open threat, just a studied darkness than conveyed enough radiant irritability to prevent most strangers from approaching.

Roan nodded. He said, “Commander, is it? I didn’t realize there was a command structure outside of Charlie. So what does such a fancy title as that entail?”

[draugrhunter]

New Recruit || Charlie and Roan || V8 W3 || Thursday Morning

[psychicnavigation]

Charlie hadn’t expected Roan to do the kill right then. Perhaps she should have specified, but as long as he’d done it within a few days, he would have been happy. The fact that Roan got up and took the initiative right there in the middle of a crowded street earned him some major brown points and respect, though he’d certainly have to keep it. Charlie didn’t give that out willy-nilly and had lost respect for some of the other Hunters faster than a flying bullet.

Adjusting her gaze, Charlie watched as Roan stood up and swiftly walked across the street, effectively bumping into the main and crushing his windpipe with his elbow. It was definitely impressive and he liked the fact that Roan didn’t question whether or not it needed to be done right away. Letting out a small sigh, Charlie watched for a few more minute as the blood started pouring from the telekinetic, making people on the street scream in horror. He couldn’t help a small grin creeping across her face. It was amazing and what was more impressive was how quickly Roan altered his appearance, even though it wasn’t much.

“Excellent.” He was already doing better than some of the others, namely Jack, who was on Charlie’s naughty list recently. 

Without turning her gaze from the growing crowd of people across the street, Charlie pulled out a small manila envelope and handed it to Roan. “That’s your first real assignment. Not all of them have to be done as quickly as the one you just did. Some take time and caution. This is one of those.” She paused, turning her attention to the first responders that had arrived to try and revive the telekinetic.

“His name is Micah Sanders. We have reason to believe that he is Rebel, but there’s no evidence that proves it. If he is Rebel, Micah’s doing a very good job of cleaning up his tracks, which isn’t surprising given his ability.” Charlie turned fully to him, his look serious. “Get close to him and find out if he is Rebel. Find out who the Rebel members are. Relay the information back to use and we’ll start the process of elimination. If you need a fake identity, there’s one in the envelope.”

[draugrhunter]

Roan kept his face closed and neutral as he took the envelop and listened to Charlie. He didn’t want to give anything more away than he had to, and letting them know that a target like this was perfect for him, and more importantly, his family, was information he’d like to keep secret as long as possible.

He slid the envelope into the bag with his jacket and nodded.

“I’ll contact you when it’s done,” he said.

He got up causally and strolled away in a different direction than the one he’d arrived from. It would take longer to get back to his hotel, but that was fine if it meant less people knew exactly where he was holed up these days.

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[shaywardley]

Trouble || Shay & Roan || V8 W4 || Monday Afternoon

[shaywardley]

Shay glanced over her shoulder before entering the bookstore. She could feel someone watching her, which wasn’t that big of a surprise. It could have been any number of people, good or bad. But she wasn’t going to take a risk of hurting a bunch of innocent people in the middle of the streets if it was the latter. Hopefully, it was just Micah or Robert keeping an eye on her.

As soon as she stepped inside, Shay gave a small wave to the clerk and asked for directions. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but now that Shay was here, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to brush up on Legislation and maternity expectations, two very unrelated topics. Still, they were things that she needed to know about, sooner rather than later. Besides, with any luck, she could find something Robert would find interesting and he’d definitely need to read up on babies. In her opinion.

She walked up to the second floor and didn’t bother glancing at the door as it chimed a few more times. No need to let whoever was following her, if there even was someone, that she knew what they were doing. 

Turning down an aisle, Shay pulled a knife out of her bag and picked up one of the parenting books. Yes, she was actually checking it out, but Shay also wanted to be a little precautious. If no one was following her, then there was nothing to worry about. But if someone was? Well, at least she was a little prepared.

[draugrhunter]

Roan followed the woman inside and watched her walk up to the second floor. He strode toward a shelf of sale items near the base of the staircase and pulled a book off the shelf, flipping through it aimlessly. It would be safer to stay here and watch, wait for her to leave and continue to follow her. But it would be more expedient to try to confront her in a quite corner of the store. 

He replaced the book and made a show of browsing for another. Fuck it. This trip was turning into a nightmare anyway, he might as well do what he could on his own before either Charlie’s group or his family decided they didn’t like the way he handled things and Roan was forced to blow town---not that he’d mind getting out of dodge, but he did hate to leave a job half done.

He shook his head and trudged up the stairs, squinting at signage and affecting a clumsy, stuttering gait. He spotted her in the paternity section.

Roan stopped a meter or so away and frowned at the covers for a moment. This needed to be inconspicuous and controlled; causing a scene would be unfortunate, hurting the woman’s unborn kid unforgivable. He took a few hesitant steps toward her and said, “Excuse me, miss? Uh, sorry, um,” he ducked his head and looked up at her through his eyelashes, “could I...may I ask you a quick question?”

He gestured toward the shelves with one hand and held a ring knife concealed in the palm of his other. “It’s just...I’m feeling a little lost here.”

[porter-carrillo-blog]

Nothing Better || Roan & Porter || V8 W3 Wednesday Afternoon

[porter-carrillo-blog]

“Who sounded pathetic?” Porter smirked at the man. “I didn’t hear anyone sound pathetic.” Standards were different when you worked at pub, someone not drinking was nothing compared to the depths he’d seen. 

“I take it it was a good book then?” He asked, finding he was genuinely curious. He used to be a big reader when he was younger but now he only really had the time for Don’s manuscripts.  

[draugrhunter]

He huffed softly to himself and met the bartender’s eye, the ghost of a self-deprecating smile playing on Roan’s face. “It was,” he said. “My favourite, actually. I never travel without it, if I can help it.”

If he could, he preferred to be the one listening to the one talking, so he licked his lips and said, “You read much?”

[draugrhunter]

Pulp Fiction || Darlene and Roan || V8 W3 || Thursday Afternoon

[icansurviveit-deactivated201801]

Something about his almost change in demeanor clued her into how she may have overstepped when getting a better look at the book. Darlene considered the moment for the second he had his back turned and chalked it up to them having placed different values on the lack of personal space and the reasons behind it. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been in the same situation before, but she recalled that usually it was in her mind that she didn’t want to give off the wrong impression: the impression she was interested.

This man, however…

“There’s really only one title I can think of. Slaughterhouse-Five by Vonnegut. It’s… here,” she browsed the shelves for the book and stepped forward when she located it. “Hope you haven’t read it before. And if you have, I hope you forgot most of it,” offering the book, Darlene added without thinking, “I’m hoping you think it’s dreadful.”

Interested… maybe.

[draugrhunter]

Roan smiled and accepted the book. He thought he probably had read it, though whether that was true or not didn’t matter much; he didn’t remember anything in particular about it.

He said, “Thanks,” and let his smile slide into a lopsided grin. He raised an eyebrow and said, “I prefer not to read dreadful books, but, tell you what, if it’s good, maybe I’ll come back for another.”

He though about adding something more, but decided against it. He didn’t need to be untoward; she seemed happy enough to see him again, and it was just as well to leave it at that---a possibility, not a plan.

Roan sauntered toward the registers, glancing back over his shoulder to offer one last flash of teeth.

[ closed ]

[draugrhunter]

Medium Roast || Benny and Roan || V8 W3 || Tuesday Afternoon

[benny-benowitz-deactivated20170]

“I don’t know, man, this city, I mean it.” Benny started speaking with a slight grin. “Like I said, I’ve been here a long time, and i can still get lost sometimes.” He knew he was joking, but with all the time he’d spent around the city, sometimes, he could swear streets were not where they were supposed to be. 

Finishing off his coffee, Benny leaned back in his seat and mused on what to say next. Once he’d figured it out, he nodded his head and looked back up at Roan. “So you got a place to stay? Somewhere fancy or are you just slumming it for a few days?”

[draugrhunter]

Roan smiled, content to let the conversation drop into pleasant silence for a few moments. He took another sip of his coffee and let his eyes drift off into the middle distance. He listened to the noises around him, the constant quiet hum of electric lights and the rise and fall of inane chatter. Nothing registered as a threat, and he tried to recall the last time he’d screwed someone who had a beard.

He snapped back to the present with Benny’s question, and smirked to himself. Roan shrugged. He said, “Slumming it. The Canadian dollar doesn’t exactly transfer well, you know.”

[draugrhunter]

Pulp Fiction || Darlene and Roan || V8 W3 || Thursday Afternoon

[icansurviveit-deactivated201801]

Darlene spared him any sort of sudden wonderment that he was down from Canada. There were places up there she hoped to visit sometime, of course, but there were a lot of places she wanted to go. At any rate, he didn’t seem to want to stay on the subject, picking up a random title to ask a question about it. The book wasn’t familiar to her, and to take a closer look, she strayed into his personal space.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if I’ve ever read anything of his. ‘When You Are Engulfed in Flames,’ really doesn’t sound familiar,” Darlene said, shoulder pressed to the stranger’s in the interest of a new book. “Essays were usually a school thing for me. Could be good, though.” She tilted her face up to smile at him, retreating from being so close without ever really processing that she had been. 

[draugrhunter]

Roan felt his eyebrows crawl up his forehead and try to make a run for his hairline. She, the clerk, was very close to him. Very, very close. He wondered if he should say something about it. He could be charming. Well, he could pretend to be charming in short intervals. Sometimes they were even frequent enough intervals to wrangle strangers into bed. And sometimes they were not.

She pulled away and he cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Maybe not a book of essays.” 

He put the book back. The look on her face, it didn’t seem particularly suggestive, and he couldn’t shake the feeling she was being friendly more than she was trying to flirt. And she was way too young. Way, way---oh, yeah. This was a mistake.

Probably.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, “Tell you what, I’m running a little short on time, but I trust your judgement. Give me your best pick. If it’s really dreadful,” he smirked, “I’ll just have to come back here and find you again.”

[draugrhunter]

Pulp Fiction || Darlene and Roan || V8 W3 || Thursday Afternoon

[icansurviveit-deactivated201801]

“This is the spot,” Darlene replied, her own answering smile fairly wide, “Satire.”

Thinking on his first question, all that came to mind was how she would have liked to have been stuck in her hometown a while longer. Then she remembered having long-forgotten dreams of striking out on her own, seeing the world, and she knew she had never intended to live her whole life in a beach city in Virginia. “I like this city,” Darlene said, “But I don’t think I want to live here forever. I know I don’t. Have you ever lived anywhere else?”

For just a moment she had forgotten all about propriety and a sales-person-customer-boundary didn’t even factor into asking something like that. Then again, this guy seemed like he didn’t care much about that boundary; she wasn’t sure she minded. 

[draugrhunter]

The question took Roan aback. He supposed he had been prying, and probably should have expected an equally invasive question back, but it hadn’t occurred to him the young and very beautiful clerk would be interested in talking to him beyond what was considered polite and useful for making a sale. He blinked a few times, debating how to respond. It would be easy to lie, and he had been giving out an unusual amount of personal information since arriving here, but, like in the other cases, it was pretty general stuff he was sharing.

He said, “I’m just visiting here, actually. Home is up north, in Canada.”

Roan picked a book up off the shelf, a collection of essays with a van Gogh on the front. He frowned at it, trying to remember the name of the painting. Skeleton with a Cigarette? No, that wasn’t it. He shrugged a shoulder and said, “Catchy cover. This author, David Sedaris, he any good?”

[draugrhunter]

New Recruit || Charlie and Roan || V8 W3 || Thursday Morning

[psychicnavigation]

Charlie raised an eyebrow at Roan’s answer. She hadn’t expected anyone to know about their organization unless she wanted them to, and certainly not some stranger who had no ties to them. Though the fact that what he’d heard were just rumors was comforting. At least they were still pretty low-key like Charlie wanted. For now, anyway, but soon Charlie planned to have them come more into the open about who they were and what they did. Especially if the registration act went through.

“Hmm.” He wanted to ask how they’d know about them, but decided to wait until a later time. Maybe when they got more acquainted and trusted each other better. For now, Charlie just nodded her head at Roan, pursing her lips slightly. “Okay, well then, provided that you can prove yourself, I think we’ll get along quite nicely.”

After a moments thought, Charlie pointed to a man across the street who wasn’t even trying to his his telekinetic ability very well. “That’s your first target. The faster you kill him, the faster you can join in on the rest of the fun…and I can give you a real assignment.“

[draugrhunter]

Roan glanced at Charlie then quickly altered his gaze to the telekinetic they’d pointed out. That wasn’t what he’d expected, and that more than the request itself set his teeth on edge. The feeling of exposure came creeping back, making his skin crawl. He didn’t like it. This was too open. There were too many eyes, too many variables, too many unknowns.

He licked his lips. He didn’t have anything except a hunting knife, which meant a ranged attack was out of the question. He’d have to get in close and very, very personal. Never the safest option, and especially worrying going up against a telekinetic he had no information about. 

Roan didn’t have the option of refusing so he kept his eyes on his prey and said, “Fine.”

The femoral artery was probably the best bet. The man would bleed out quick and it would be less messy than the spray from slicing his aorta. On the other hand, he’d be able to yell, which was a problem. Also a problem was that Roan was running out of time; the man was standing still for now, but that wasn’t likely to remain true for long.

Roan stood. He threw out his coffee cup and crossed the road, walking at a steady, nonchalant pace. The goal was to be anonymous---and to keep his face off the CCTV cameras. He popped the collar on his jacket as high as he could, ducked his head, and stumbled into the telekinetic.

Roan mumbled an apology and he used his elbow to crush the man’s windpipe and a hunting knife to slice through his femoral artery. Roan put the knife in the pocket of his jeans and disappeared around the corner into an ally. He had his jacket off, folded to look like a new purchase inside a plastic bag he’d grabbed out of a dumpster, before the screaming started. 

He licked his hands and ran them through his hair, spiking it up into a sloppy fake mohawk and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, displaying his heavily tattooed skin. To most people, he’d look like someone completely different---or at least, that was the hope as he sauntered across the street. He draped himself across the bench next to Charlie, throwing both arms out across the wooden backing and letting his legs sprawl languorously; different body language could through the casual observer off as effectively as hair dye, when done right.

Looking straight ahead he said, “It’s done. What’s next?”

[draugrhunter]

Medium Roast || Benny and Roan || V8 W3 || Tuesday Afternoon

[benny-benowitz-deactivated20170]

“I knew it.” Benny said with a serious expression, only smirking as he brought his cup back up to his lips for another mouthful of coffee. To be completely honest, he didn’t even know how much of a joke that description was, but he had to assume it was most of it. Maybe one day he’d take a trip up there, see some of the sights of a place that wasn’t thick with smog. 

Shrugging, Benny looked around them, as if looking around the city as a whole and considered what things might have been like if he’d grown up in a smaller community. “More close-knit up there I imagine, being a smaller town and all. Here most people just take care of themselves. True what you mean about the secrets though. Nearly 40 years in the city and I’m still finding new places.” Benny said, his mind wandering to Porter’s pub, and how he wished he’d found that place sooner. "I swear it moves sometimes. Streets in different places, you know?”

[draugrhunter]

Roan quirked his head back and forth. “More close-knit, yeah, but that’s not always a good thing. Hard to keep anything private in a community that small. There’s always neighbors in your business, rumours about everyone all the time. It’s...there’s a lot of gossip,” he finished, not wanting to continue on that track. Truth be told, as much as Roan didn’t like the city, the anonymity of it was at least comforting; he lived pretty far outside of town these days, away from people and their mindless idiocy. It suited him well enough.

He frowned, not entirely sure about streets moving, but not wanting to be contradictory. As someone who spent the kind of time tracking and hunting that Roan did, it was hard to envision an unknowable landscape. Then again, he supposed with the kind of construction that went on in a place like New York, the place did change itself pretty routinely. 

He raised an eyebrow and grinned said, “Well, I’ve heard of sentient trees. I mean, I thought they were just fantasy, but I guess anything really is possible these days.”