The Hound of Hell

RP Blog for Jared Kincaid from the Dresden Files.Selective.Under Construction!

[hellhoundkincaid]

nowmakeyourpeace​:

But I’m not getting paid to solve his bullshit. That particular statement eked out a memory that she’d apparently tucked away in her mental ‘Harry related do not think about’ box.

“So this kid is basically a person shaped Library of Alexandria?” Wynonna had asked one night, chin on his chest and eyes barely open.

Harry huffed, one hand carding through her hair. “She’s not ‘person shaped’, Wy. She is a person. The Archive. Didn’t feel right to call her that so I just…Shortened it to Ivy.”

She smiled just a little at that. It was such a Harry thing to do. “You mentioned a bodyguard, too?”

The hand in his hair briefly stilled before moving again. “Bodyguard, yeah. He’s also a contract killer. Kincaid hires himself out to whoever has the money. Whoever he shoots he kills. Efficient as hell at what he does.” And also scary as hell.

Wynonna watched Kincaid turn away from her as that penny dropped–God she was tired of this sort of thing–and scoffed softly. “Funny that you say that.”

Kincaid chuckled to himself and cast a glance over his shoulder at her. “I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Knowing Dresden’s crowd. Send him Ivy’s love. Sure she’d like that.”

And with that, he slid his hands into his pockets and walked back the way they had come.

[hellhoundkincaid]

nowmakeyourpeace​:

“Right.” Wynonna nodded as if it made complete sense to her. Which it really, really didn’t. “That would make someone curious.” 

Unbidden, her thoughts move to Willa. The gossip train on that had barely left the station before– No. We’re not going there now. Especially not in front of Hottie McDangerous. “Well now you’ll be able to tell her that it’s all okay.” That statement was sincere and almost gentle.

“Not really.”, Kincaid hummed with a shrug. “I don’t buy  that Dresden got mauled by a dog. And she won’t either. But I’m not getting paid to solve his bullshit.”

He looked her over again, something tingling at the soft, vulnerable spot right at the base of his neck. Not his problem. He’d fulfilled Ivy’s request and he did still have a job to do.

“Don’t be surprised if you get a call. Careful around your two ... friends, Earp. You keep dangerous company.”, he said eventually and with a small salute, he turned away from her.

[hellhoundkincaid]

nowmakeyourpeace​:

I trust this guy about as far as I can throw him. There was no one reason for it save for the way he’d followed her and his general vibe. 

“And your way to make her feel better was to…follow me?” Though hearing that Harry knew the guy knew he was around made her feel better. Not by a whole lot. But better than nothing. “You must have slipped in when I was getting food for my friend and I.” Okay, friend was simplifying John a bit.

“A dead friend suddenly shows up alive again and with a wife.”, Kincaid shrugged. “What can I say, she’s a teenager and likes the gossip.”, his voice was deadpan.

“And ... sure. That must’ve been it.”, there wasn’t really much use to telling her that she had been asleep right there with him in the room. She seemed jumpy enough about him.

[hellhoundkincaid]

nowmakeyourpeace​:

“What can I say? I’m a modern girl who wants to keep her own name.” No need to add that they’d gotten married while emotional and very, very drunk. And then just…didn’t do anything about it.

Wynonna pursed her lips, but nodded at the name. “Once or twice.” There was something about this that was trying to make its way through her mind. Something important.

“So you know I’m not lying.”, he shrugged. “Just here to make her feel better.”

Which was technically true. 

“If it makes you feel better, Dresden knows.”

[hellhoundkincaid]

nowmakeyourpeace​:

She nodded at his introduction. “Wynonna. Wynonna Earp.” But I’m willing to guess that you already knew that, didn’t you? 

Her gaze lingered on him as he became the picture of normalcy. Which was kind of a feat considering how tall the guy way. Hearing the word wife drew Wynonna out of her thoughts. 

“What mutual friend?” She questioned while very pointedly ignoring his snooping.

“Earp?”, he chuckled. “Not Dresden?”

He knew, because The Archive had told him. She’d given him a full rundown of Dresden’s medical chart. Including the fact that he’d been in an unexplained “animal attack” and had been brought in by his ‘wife’ and a ‘friend’.

That the ‘friend’ had been John Constantine ... well, Kincaid had found that out himself. Almost made him beliefe in fate.

“Dresden ever mention the name Ivy?”

[karrinmurphy]

hellhoundkincaid​: 

He could tell her that that wasn’t his problem. That he had a contract and that he would fulfill it one way or another. Her help would have just made it easier to get to Constantine.

Instead he shrugged and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Think about it, Murphy.”, he just said and gave her one last nod. “I’d say ‘be seeing you’, but maybe we won’t.”

She had to hand it to him, he could have blown her off a few different times in the conversation. Murphy returned his nod with one of her own. An almost smile appeared. He’d see her quicker than she’d see him and Karrin knew it.

“I’d say be safe but you don’t need it.” Other people did if he was coming for them.

[hellhoundkincaid]

~Fin~

[dresdenfilesincorrectquotes]

Butters: Did you have to stab Harry?

Kincaid: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what he said to me.

Butters: What did he say?

Kincaid: “What are you gonna do, stab me?”

Murphy: That’s fair

[hellhoundkincaid]

@nowmakeyourpeace

Continued from ask

“I don’t smoke. And there have been plenty of places you could have stopped at to buy a lighter.” A skeptical expression slid onto her features. “You’ve been following me. Why?”

His reply was a chuckle and a shrug, before he flicked the unsmoked cigarette away. “And I quit smoking a while ago.”, he replied. “You’re good. I’m an aquaintance of Dresden. We have a mutual friend, who sent me to check on him.”

[hellhoundkincaid]

@nowmakeyourpeace

“Good for you. Ciggarettes are a pain in the ass.” Wynonna regarded him for a moment, taking time to obviously size him up. She wasn’t sure she liked what she saw. “A mutual friend, huh?” She nodded. “That almost sounds believable.” Really she should have reason to disbelieve. But her hair was feeling some kind of way. “Here’s the thing, though. If this friend wanted you to check up on him you could just go do that, right? Unless you’re Harry’s special brand of tech impaired. So…Who the hell are you?”

“Tech impaired.”, he laughed. “Good one. I’m Kincaid. That’ll have to do.”

Casually, he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. For all the world, he looked like a guy just having a chat. 

“Our mutual friend was also real curious to see a wife listed. Call it snooping.”

[hellhoundkincaid]

@nowmakeyourpeace

Continued from ask

“I don’t smoke. And there have been plenty of places you could have stopped at to buy a lighter.” A skeptical expression slid onto her features. “You’ve been following me. Why?”

His reply was a chuckle and a shrug, before he flicked the unsmoked cigarette away. “And I quit smoking a while ago.”, he replied. “You’re good. I’m an aquaintance of Dresden. We have a mutual friend, who sent me to check on him.”

[hellhoundkincaid]

"Can I help you?" Probably more caustic that she needed to be but hospitals weren't exactly fun places to spend your free time. She'd only now left the campus to go pick up some clothes from the nearest store. And while she couldn't be sure, Wynonna sure as hell felt like tall, blond, and intimidating had been shadowing her.

He hadn’t exactly made an effort to hide himself.

In fact, he had just wanted to see how long it would take her to not only notice that she was being followed, but if and when she would confront him. She’d clocked him early on, clever bird, but she’d taken her time to round on him.

Making sure he was following. Real clever. Dresden sure had a better taste in women than in men it seemed.

“Yeah.”, Kincaid said when she finally turned to him. “Got a light?”, he grinned at her, lopsided and waggled a cigarette at her.

[hellhoundkincaid]

karrinmurphy​:

Karrin was so focused on the conversation that she didn’t bother commenting about the way he held the door open for her. She stepped outside, head tilting back some as another disbelieving laugh escaped her. 

“I’m not protecting Constantine in any way. ‘Friendliness’ with Harry not withstanding. I just know that if he…disappears…suddenly there’ll be a fair sized power vacuum and we’re still cleaning up after the last few.” 

He could tell her that that wasn’t his problem. That he had a contract and that he would fulfill it one way or another. Her help would have just made it easier to get to Constantine.

Instead he shrugged and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Think about it, Murphy.”, he just said and gave her one last nod. “I’d say ‘be seeing you’, but maybe we won’t.”

[hellhoundkincaid]

karrinmurphy​:

Being short as she was, she did end up having to hurry to catch up to him as he headed towards the exit. Didn’t anyone ever teach him not to walk and talk at the same time?! 

Karrin raised an eyebrow even as she moved. “If I activate it,” she reminded him stubbornly.

“Right.”, he drawled, sparing only a sideways glance for her. “If.”

Despite his desire to leave, he let her go through the door first, holding it for her. “You protecting Constantine because he’s friendly with Dresden?”, he couldn’t quite help the question.

[hellhoundkincaid]

karrinmurphy​:

Last you spoke? Wasn’t he supposed to be her bodyguard slash father? She nearly asked about it but nodded instead. “I’m glad. I know that had to be hard for her, too.”

He could see the hesitation in her face. He knew what he wanted to ask and he didn’t like the direction the conversation was going. 

So he pulled himself up tall and shrugged. “She’s still human.”, he announced and turned away, starting towards the door while he was still speaking. “Think about the tracker. I’ll know  when you activate it.”

[hellhoundkincaid]

karrinmurphy​:

Karrin, so used to being stared at by her coworkers and the people that visit, was able to ignore the onlookers with practiced ease.

“He is.” She doesn’t add that she was one of those people that had been upset by his death. That would be a fairly redundant statement and they both knew it. “How is Ivy?”

Bringing up the Archive actually flickered something unpleasant through his chest. “Good. Last we spoke.”, which had been when he had informed her about Dresden’s status. She had thanked him for the call and hung up.

He didn’t expect another call any time soon.

[hellhoundkincaid]

karrinmurphy​:

“I know, Kincaid.” 

She looked up at him for a moment more, twin waves of utter exhaustion and grief washing over her. He’d killed Harry. With efficiency and accuracy. And hopefully little pain.

“Did it bother you at all?”

He looked around, their little conversation having caught some attention of the other patrons of the cafeteria and he contemplated using that as an excuse not to answer her. 

Instead, he looked back down. “It bothered me that his death might upset people.”, he answered finally. “He’s a good man. Ivy likes him.”

[hellhoundkincaid]

karrinmurphy​:

“That and he knew that you’d hit the mark no questions asked.” 

There was an unspoken addition to the statement. One wondering if Kincaid even had asked at all or just accepted it without inquiry.

“It’s what I do.”, he replied with a shrug.

It was indeed what he did, but there hadn’t been much need for questions. For the why. As much as Dresden could be a mess, Kincaid knew that the man didn’t do anything without reason. And if he needed himself dead, there was a damn good reason for it.

[hellhoundkincaid]

karrinmurphy​:

In the back of her mind, Karrin had known that was the case. After a good bit of debating and going through memories…It wasn’t like there had been other options. Anyone else taking out Dresden would have made a show of it. Look who brought the loudmouthed Wizard down to size. Since that hadn’t been the case…

…Kincaid had been the only answer.

She nodded. Murphy wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Relief that it was quick? Maybe. Betrayal? No, neither of them held any illusions about that sort of loyalty. “Figured you were the one.”

Another scoffed laugh, another onesided smile. He might be insulted if anyone else had figured it out. 

“Guess I was the only one he’d trust enough for it. Figures.”