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’ well i do have a bottle of Black Absinthe in my office but if that scares you— we do have a nicely aged scotch. and good i never want to see an ugly pant suit in here.’
' have i told you recently how much of an utter delight you are because i feel like i ned to mention that more. ' ( scared? not at all. bold and brave? more likely. a death wish? possibly. ) ' i'll personally kick someone out if they enter with one and direct them to a good tailor. '
”i think i’d be better as a porn star. loads of cash, and i’m pretty.”
' that's oddly specific. why not a model instead? that's basically what you just described. you'll be thanking me for this later. '
“—sorry. not that easy to get me to shut up.” [ he nudges the stranger once more. ] ”it’s not all that safe to nap out here.”
( if he listens close enough, he might hear a faint "obviously" whispered under his breath. his eyes finally open, a pair of bright amber exposed to the world, eventually falling on the good samaritan who thought it was wise to wake fin up from his nap. a rare moment of weakness in which the stres of his job actually got to him. hey, everyone needs to sleep eventually. exhaustion is practically seeping from him. a surprisingly elegant yawn falls out from hisstretching form, eyes locked with the other's. ) ' if you have a better place to nap, i'm all ears. the park just felt nice when i got here the sun fell nicely and it was nice and quiet. '
' i don't really think that's how you do it. '
egouist said: fin arrives
’ welcome to the ol’ razzle dazzles— formal wear is a must. with live singers and a dance floor hope it’s wonderful.’
' it's a good thing i wouldn't be caught dead being underdressed. what's your strongest drink? '
" right, right, that would be a hindrance to our escapades, wouldn’t it ??? “ and so his horns will recede until they were completely hidden. when the other walks, he walks as well, on the other’s trail as if he was Satan himself. he doesn’t talk at all, far too excited for what is to come to make the small talk that humans are so fond of. when they make it to the hotel, Quinn casts his crimson hues around the building, taking in the major marks. would they have free breakfast ??? he almost didn’t see his prey moving, but managed to keep up and follow the other to the elevator. " do you come here often ??? you seemed to know e x a c t l y where this place was. “
( the immortal walks with grace in his every step. there's a sort of majesty to it, the way he carries himself. as if he's above it all: everyone and everything. and as far as he's concerned, he is. even whe leaning against the walls of the elevator, he carries himself with a certain nobility in his gestures. the hotel itself is pretty swanky. not exactly high class, but not a dump either. good enough for little meetups like this in all honesty. he's been using it for little meet and greets like this one for a few years now. the service is kind enough and his status as a valued customer with a handsome face and charming voice causes them to be especially helpful. he might as well be running the place. ) ' you could say i come here often for my extracurricular activities. activities i plan to indulge you in tonight. over and over again. '
( there's a faint smirk in his tone as the elevator goes up, taking its sweet time as it made its way to the penthouse suite. a longish ride later and the elevator stops, opening up as the witch steps out, making his way to the door and unlocking him with that special key he got earlier. he opens the door, gesturing the other in. ) ' make yourself at home. feel free to make yourself comfortable. ' ( it's a modern suite, has a sky view and a fire place, modern furniture and paintings all around the room, the bedroom door not too far off in sight. )
[ kids these days… ] ”hey, pal. wake up—”
( his hand is just going to reach up and pat the other's head. ) ' snooze. ' ( well he's awake, albeit begrudgingly. )
“mankind ?”
' that's actually funnier than my punchline. i like you, you should become a pro comedian. '
’ a lovely person? such a charmer. fin, that’s a nice name.’ she reached out to link her arm back around his. walking up close to him. the gentleman thing to do. normally if it was anyone but her fiance doing this she’d have ripped their arm off for even trying but this gesture was harmless enough. more men should do it anyways sadly most— were human— and not capable of such acts. ’ now what do you think we should sing fin? i really haven’t publicly for years— never had the time.’
' you think so? that's a first for me. '
( usually he loathes being touched by anyone he doesn't give permission to, but in this case, not only is he growing fond of this being, he's also trying to be genuine for once. yes, even someone as awful as fin can have genuine efforts to making a friend. so what if he's vile and wicked, that doesn't mean he can't make a friend who shares the same interests. so he merrily walks with arms linked to his newest chum, probably making fools of themselves later. ) ' have you ever watched high school musical? we coud just go down their entire soundtrack. '
( that was a joke. probably. )
—「They’re just going to kinda. Kneel and rest their head against Fin’s thigh. Don’t worry, there isn’t a mess in sight. They made sure to wear one of their clean stealth outfits before doing this. Huffs.」
( the real question is why they're wearing a stealth outfit to do this in the first place. a clean suit or t-shirt would have sufficed. but he won't really question his datemate's eccentric taste in apparel. instead, he forces himself to place a gentle hand along their short hair, fingers raking through it. maybe they had a bad day. ) ' penny for your thoughts? '
’ How strange a thing this is !
The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver. ‘
' i'll never quite understand why people feel the need to challenge me. ' ( a young witch, telekinetically trying to push the elder back. he's not amused not is he impressed. how do they expect to get him to move with a meager force like this? ) ' amateurs should really stay out of the pro game. ' ( he makes a circular motion with his index finger, arms folded, and the other witch is sent flying back in a circular motion by fin's own telekinetic force. said index finger lifts up as does the witches body, said body slamming into the ground when fin's finger lowered itself. ) ' now get out of my sight. i'm only letting you live because the idea of you living with this humiliation is more amusing than outright killing you for your arrogance. when you're done playing little league and want me to take you seriously, feel free to try again. ' ( and so the young witch fled for their lives, weakly albeit. but that was pretty funny too. oh how he does like having fun. )
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' emile rhodes— and who happens to be my partner in crime tonight?’ the most brutal, no one was going to stand in their way of winning tonight not if she had anything to say about it at the end of the night. and on cue she turned on her heel. towards the bar they go
' a lovely name for a lovely person. my name is kind of a mouthful. everyone just calls me fin. ' ( he even offers to arm link with her. that means he really likes her. it's not everyday he becomes fond of someone of a more demonic nature, but this one is fun, he's sure of it. that much is obvious. fun beings are exactly his style. he's tired of the melodramatic demons, those are boring. free-spirited ones? now that's a party. he would almost skip if he wasn't in public. he'll dance and sing in public, that's easy. but singing? hey, he has a rep to look out for. )
’ really i have no clue what i was doing— at first i just wanted to shut her up, then i wanted to hear her scream because that made my day just a tad better.’ really she was just having a bad day. if blood wasn’t covering it now she had a coffee stain on the front of her favourite hoodie, then she got splashed by a passing car on her way home and really the demon was more frustrated and wanted to get her anger out— sue her. ’ normally i just take them home clean them down and take care of things i don’t have it in me today. just want the head.’ looking down though she wasn’t even sure of that now, no she wanted to clean these jeans in hopes she didn’t ruin them. she was glad she didn’t wear something more expensive out or she’d be majorly bummed. ’ or i could put it in a dumpster and call it a day.’ yes it the woman meant so little she didn’t even care to call her, her.
' i guess i can help out then. consider it free of charge. ' ( in reality, he isn't doing this for her, but rather for the fact that this scene is unsightly and he wants it gone already. messy messy messy, too messy. it's bothering his "delicate sensibilities" and he won't stand for looking at it any longer. ) ' everyone has an off day, i guess. i don't, but other people? certainly. no shame in it either, it's just something that happens. ' ( it takes but a flick of his index finger to set the corpse aflame, strengthening the heat of the fire to burn everything: the body, the blood, evidence, etc. and he won't stop until it's all reduced to ashes. a snap from his other hand has the head in her hands now contained in a black, appropriately sized plastic container. much better, everything is cleaner. another snap and a gust of air blows through, scattering the dust into a nearby manhole. he'll let the sewer system take care of the rest. one last snap has the area around them cleaned up considerably. not too clean because he's trying to make it inconspicuous, but clean enough to the point where this won't be suspected as a murder spot. ) ' much better. you could say i'm used to clean up jobs. '
