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@elusiveeden-blog
Yeah, well strange seems like it’s making its way to becoming the new normal.
Don’t worry about me- I don’t plan on checking out hoards of stray dogs. Doesn’t sound like it would end well for anyone.
That's also true. It seems like expecting the impossible is the wisest choice nowadays.
Good. How are you, Lien?
Yeah, well everyone is just working with what they’ve got. But you’re right, it’s very sad.
Regardless, I’d suggest to stay away from any growling. Just to be on the safe side.
That's true. It's just strange, the ways things are now, for everyone.
You're probably right, I will. You should too.
I guess when society is on the brink of collapsing, people don’t look after their dogs as much.
I never would have guessed.
It's sad though. Animals deserve better than to be in strays, starving to death. So do humans.
lien-enchanted replied to your post:Does anyone know why I often hear growling when I...
Stray dogs would be my best guess.
There must be several hundred packs of them, then. Someone should look after them.
Does anyone know why I often hear growling when I walk down the street?
Does Santa Claus exist?
Saint Nicholas did.
No need to get nervous.
With lines as great as the one I just used, it's hard not to be.
Excellent. It seemed fool proof, but I was still nervous to try it.
What hobbies do you have?
I used to like horseback riding a lot.
That might be the best one yet.
I thought so as well! Does this mean it worked?
Recognition || Jin & Eden
an-jin:
Jin had been practicing a new spell on some vampires at a local cemetery. With demons existence becoming public knowledge and everything, Jin thought it was odd that they still seemed to gather in places of the dead so often, but tradition was hard to let go. The spell was meant to set fire to them from the inside and, so far, it seemed to be working. Just another night or two of practicing and Jin would have it perfected. It wasn’t something he’d use in the ring; Jin wasn’t interested in killing humans and it was against the rules. But the spell was useful against vampires and other demons who might be interested in causing him or others harm and it wasn’t as dangerous as throwing a ball of fire at them and accidentally missing. The mere idea of it made Jin think about his friend, who he had burned so many years ago, and a chill spread through him. No, this was much safer for everyone.
He walked towards Enchanted Etiquette on the road to his house, when Jin saw a woman being assaulted by two demons. One grabbed the woman’s wrist and he recognized her. It was Eden, the woman who worked at the ring. Eden and Jin weren’t too close, but both of them held a mutual respect for each other. He ran to defend her, slowing only slightly when he heard what sounded like a laugh. By the time Jin was close enough to do anything, a spell already in his throat, Latin already being pronounced, all the demons were dead. He wasn’t sure how Eden had done it, but she escaped with only a bruise on her arm to show for it. Most people, even with magic training, would need a visit to the local faith healer.
Jin? He nodded, taking a few breaths before answering her. She was surprised to see him, obviously, looking like she was more comfortable with demon fighting with her bare hands just moments ago. Eden had requested to keep her own magical knowledge private when they had spoken online. Did she make secret keeping a habit? Jin couldn’t blame her; the element of surprise, especially in a world now infested with demons, was huge in staying alive. But, what Eden had done just then, was not human. Jin started listing off different beings she might be in his head, as he asked, “are you alright? How about I walk you the rest of the way home?”
She had proven her abilities with self defense, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t like to be around if Eden got attacked again. Jin and Eden had met a few weeks back, but now he felt like he knew nothing about her. She didn’t owe him anything, and most people weren’t too genuine anymore, but Jin found himself hoping Eden would say yes to his offer and give him some sort of explanation.
Eden pushed her shoulders back, trying to exude confidence, like this was something normal. Maybe if she looked convincing, he’d drop it, even though she doubted that. Jin was smarter than that. She folded her arms across her chest to hide the shake in her hands. There was no specific protocol for breaking cover, usually it was find another one on spot, or get killed. This would likely result in the latter. It was hard to find a cover to explain that kind of strength. No one could know what she was, or how she became what she was. It was unnatural, she knew that, she’d always known that, she’d just never had time to figure out how unnatural.
Right now, what she was didn’t matter. What she could be did. A vampire was off the table, Jin had seen her in daylight, and she couldn’t prove it if he asked. No human, regardless of training, would be capable of what she just did. Some demons easily could, but off the top of her head, she couldn’t explain her completely human appearance. From the outside, there was nothing demonic about her.
She was used to her cover being completely intact, without that, she felt naked and in danger. Real danger. It was terrifying. Were the Senior Partners watching her failure, sending someone to kill her, or preparing their order for her to see them to kill her themselves? She knew Children who had been killed for this kind of breach, but she wasn’t fully revealed yet. She just needed an explanation. A good one that would redeem her, and perhaps aid her mission later.
The only human thing she could think of with the strength she’d just shown was a slayer. From what she’d read, they were all gone. The Hellmouth’s opening had wiped out their kind, it was a shame, they’d been quite the assets at one point, and while they had killed a lot of their clients, they also kept the streets safe for others. Eden knew enough about them to pull this off. Human females with super strength and oftentimes the mission statement of doing good. There was no specific upbringing, just a calling. It was simple, really.
“I’m fine,” she assured him with a small smile, trying to defuse the tension in any way she could. It would be easier to lie to him if he at least felt calm, it’d likely mean he wasn’t looking for any holes in her explanation, though she hoped she would be able to come with a flawless story. “I would like for you to walk me home. I think I owe you an explanation.” Her tone was even, and she hoped it didn’t leave any indication of nerves. Eden couldn’t shake the feeling that she would potentially be killed for this. She’d never been this close to failure, it was her biggest fear. Failure in Wolfram & Hart was connected with a lot of horrible things – things she’d done to people before. She knew how badly it could end.
After a moment of silent walking, Eden glanced over at him, and took a deep breath. Maybe showing some nerves wouldn’t hurt, what she was about to tell him was big. For a slayer in hiding, this would be scary, and for her, it was, too. If they disapproved, she was done for, and if he told anyone, it came with a lot of loose ends she didn’t necessarily want to deal with. In the past, complications were usually avoidable, but so far, San Francisco was different, and very, very complicated. “Have you ever heard of slayers?”
Lay one on me.
Of course.
I may not be a genie, but I can make your dreams come true.
Sorry to disappoint.
It's all right. There's always another poor pickup line where that one came from.
Not on me, unfortunately. Abuse of power.
That's so disappointing. I was just about to try it.
I think.
Well, I'm positive it'll work, then. It's such a gem.
Even the end of the world sounds more inviting than a long week.
I'm going to have to disagree with you there. It sounds like you need a good drink and some down time.
Toughen Up | Sam and Eden
Meeting a girl online to see if she could beat up demons, see you later, Sam imagined writing to a best friend if he had one. Or his parents. Real or adopted notwithstanding.
He exhaled, cleaning up the desk that would only get cluttered with cases the next day, piled high with queries from the hopefuls and the downtrodden, the people worst hit on the cusp of the world’s approaching worst hit. Twenty years ago, Sam was sure a stack of open cases would’ve delighted a rookie cop and sent them running to start their investigations. Today, it was just a hassle. Nothing stayed solved for long. Demons ruined everything, eventually. A drug bust on Tuesday? It would be up and running again, no sweat, on Friday. The SFPD couldn’t keep up. Neither could Sam. It was tiring, after awhile. Seeing hard work gone to waste.
He shut off his desk lamp and drew his jacket over his shoulders, nodding goodbye to a senior officer. Eden was due to meet Sam for another twenty minutes, so he went outside to sit on a bench to wait for her, resting an arm along the back. He picked the old department was a good meeting place, not willing to make this exchange any weirder or odder than it could be. If she had any faith in the police—probably not—she’d get that he deliberately suggested something worth putting faith in. A woman’s safety was important, Sam knew. Threatening it in any way, especially nowadays, was just stupid. He liked Eden, despite of the brief conversation being the only example of her character. Making a potential friend uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted.
Sam watched the foot traffic on the sidewalk, expression carefully blank when a demon happened to walk past, made obvious by their inhuman gaits and appearances. Sam’s lips pursed. He finally looked at his hands, unable to keep watching. The species-ist thing was seriously beginning to affect his impartiality. It couldn’t, even if he hated them. He wouldn’t let it. The police—regardless of being a shadow of what they used to be—could not discriminate. Sam needed to get over this. It was just…hard.
Deep in thought, Sam didn’t immediately notice Eden until the clink-clink-clink of her heels came into hearing range. He glanced up, standing to greet her. He cleared his throat, picking a sentence out of umm and attractive.
"Hi," said Sam, sheepish.
Having to prove yourself to someone was strange. There was so much room for failure, something Eden had lived in fear of her entire life. One misstep and she was dead. She’d been the one to take out those who failed too many times not to be petrified of it. She also knew there was nearly no room for negotiations. It didn’t matter how small the error was at Wolfram & Hart, if it was irreversible, you were done for. At times she was relieved at the simplicity of it, and at the outcome. It made for perfection in her company, although it seemed that that perfection was useless. The law was in shambles, like the city the Senior Partners had placed her in, and that rendered lawyers useless. Luckily that wasn’t all they were good for. Eden couldn’t help but wonder why they put her here of all places, where all she could do was watch and wait, but questioning them was another thing she lived in fear of. They were capable of a lot, who was to say listening in on her thoughts wasn’t one of those things? In the offices, telepaths were always around. It didn’t always stop her from wondering why, it couldn’t. It extended doubts. Was she not good enough to be in an office, where she could really be useful?
The nerves of proving herself to the Senior Partners and Sam weren’t all that different. She just assumed failing in Sam’s eyes wouldn’t result in fatality. Police men were nicer than that, from what she’d heard and experienced, but their laws were loose now. Maybe they didn’t apply in the same ways they once had. Even then, she highly doubted he would be able to take her out. She’d trained for years in combat, ranging from hand to hand and weapons training. She had to in order to be a competent watchful eye, and to maintain their rules properly, they needed someone who could defend herself. They pressed that even more after Angel and his son took out Marcus, someone who was built purely to protect them. Eden always chalked that up to luck.
Although Sam’s trials didn’t sound overly difficult, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of needing to succeed and impress him. She wanted to show him that she was better than just throwing a punch and running fast because she was, she had to be in order to come this far. Even with some of the freedom she had been given from the Senior Partners given that her assignment was so simple, she did want something more to report to them than everything looks good, the demons aren’t blending in at all, the humans are scared, and Enchanted Etiquette is still a success; no one is worth recruiting or protecting. This could be an opening for that. Going alongside a cop wouldn’t seem suspicious, it wouldn’t imply that she was more than a human, and if anyone looked too much into it, she could go with her previous excuse of being a slayer and trying to help out. The Senior Partners would be proud of that, she hoped.
As she arrived at the police station, she noticed a man sitting on the bench. He looked like Sam had in his pictures and he was in the appropriate place. Eden walked over to him and smiled at his greeting, holding out her hand to shake. “Hi, it’s nice to officially meet you. How was your day?” It really was nice to meet him. He seemed nice over the internet, and he was good looking. He was also giving her a good chance to explore the city more without drawing too much attention to herself and potentially impress her bosses. All she had to do was pass, she hoped that wouldn’t be too hard. “Are we going inside or are we going to try all of this out here?”
