Lives For The Hunt

Drake Oliver//36/72//Professor of Exercise Science//Hunter// Desire becomes Surrender. Surrender becomes Power.

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nicole-mxsreye:

“I suppose you could tell me your life’s story, but really I was just asking for your drink order.” Said the bartender, leaning on the bar towards the other. She was only an hour into her six hour shift, so it was a little early for her to be so sassy, but it had been a bad day, and she was rather pent up over it all.

He hadn’t even been fully aware he’d been monologue, but he hadn’t been pulled out of it until she spoke up. “Right, right, guess I got lost for a second, there, huh? Sorry, I’ll have an absinthe, and leave the bottle.”

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willcassidy:

“Someone took my damn street corner,” the man snapped, sitting on the wall as he idly plucked at the strings of his guitar. “There’s no respect for the hierarchy around here. The unspoken rule that a corner is claimed and that’s it. You don’t go fuckin’ taking over someone else’s corner that’s going in on territory and annoyin’ as fuck.”

“It’s a street corner, man. It’s kinda fair game to anyone who will stand on it.” he said with a confused tone to his voice. “It’s kinda the point of public property. Though I mean, if you’re really mad about it, you can always go and try to take it back, but my advice. It’s called the Big Easy for a reason. There’s plenty of street corners.”

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ninarilcy:

“Okay, damn I really need to get a proper job like, I don’t know… hey wait do you think I could be a stripper? I could totally nail being a stripper.” she asked with a smirk, tilting her head a little as she looked to the other person. “I have a great ass, that helps I heard.”

Drake had been twirling a small knife between his fingers as he listened to her going on, smirking a little to himself, amused a bit as he turned to her. “Not sure if that counts as a proper job, but I’m old school, so I can’t really speak on it. But agreed, nice ass, I’m sure you could make it work.”

[hunter-or-slayer]

Drake’s mind had been miles away, if he were honest. With thoughts of the dark coven still lingering, and with the possibility of the fae appearing lumping on top of it, the hunter didn’t feel right without some kind of weapon to defend himself or the people at the festival.

He’d been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t realized he’d crushed the beignet in his hand, and noticed he’d caught someone’s attention. “Oh, damn, looks like my body hates carbs so much it won’t let me eat ‘em” he said, letting out a somewhat forced chuckle.

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christicnthorne:

“I’m wagering on who will be the first to revolt, the witches, the vampires or the werewolves–” the man replied, each species having their own reasons. Vampires and wolves soiling the witches beloved school, or now with the added addition of fae, or the vampires and wolves for having their lives threatened just because they wanted safety. “My money is the wolves, always so hot headed.”

“Well, the idealist in me is hoping no one actually revolts, because then I may end up tasked to fight an potentially kill them. And while I wouldn’t enjoy this, per se, rather few tears will end up being shed over it, if I’m honest.” Rake said evenly only to exhale softly. “Though if I’m honest, if I had to choose, I hope it’s the vampires. For various reasons.”

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asteria-hemlock:

“Does anyone else think this place just smells weird?” The fae found herself wondering aloud, not too sure if it was the campus, this realm, or perhaps just someone who needed to bathe. Asteria looked around, wondering if the smell was also food, as she was near the food on a stick stand, guaranteed to serve at least fifteen things on a stick, something she found weird and unappetizing.

Drake stared at the other for a long moment. “To be fair, we’re in New Orleans, also known as the gross underbelly of the country.” he mused, a soft hum to his voice, but an also pensive tone. “Though, now I’m curious, what exactly constitutes weird for the Fae, exactly?”

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diitiigalross:

“So correct me if I am wrong. Tinkerbell like beings exists, but are actually human sized. Wait shit is that racist calling them that? I mean I don’t think I would be too pleased being compared to that sparkly vampire series,” he mused to the other.   

“Is the idea that something so odd is happening that shocking, though?” Drake asked, unable to really stop himself. “Tinkerbell, may be a bit racist, but I’m sure if they’re offended, you’ll be first to know. But I’m sure it won’t be too big of an issue.” he said, offering the man a slight shrug.

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ninarilcy:

Finally, a day off where she didn’t have someone stopping her for a “quick fix” solution that always took hours, so she had taken the time to enjoy the spring sunshine, lounging on a bench with her Nintendo open to her latest game. She was so absorbed that she had barely paid attention to the world around her, so when she screwed up a level she had no problems yelling, “Ah, fucking SHIT.” before remembering where she was, looking up and pulling a face as she glanced around. “Oops… sorry.”

Drake needed a moment to not have to explain how Parkour worked to a few of his younger students, and was leaning against a tree, not paying much mind to the woman nearby, and begun to sketch in his notebook. When he heard her yelling, he chuckled as he pushed off of the tree. “You alright, there?” he asked, a small grin on his lips. “Hey, no worries, it happens.”

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marcusxhope:

Marcus had heard that another professor had been able to get them to say yes to teaching about weapons handling, and the werewolf could not help but be curious. After all, most people would be curious. So he had strolled into the room, making sure to stay far away enough that he wouldn’t get a weapon accidentally thrown at him. “Not as far as I know, I was just curious” Marcus said as he made his way closer, watching the weapons displayed. It was an impressive amount of different kinds. “So, you gathered purely for job, or is it more of a hobby too?”

Drake couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he noticed the coming closer, but seemingly cautiously. He had to put his time as a the slayer behind him in his mind, this man wasn’t an enemy or threat to his life. He couldn’t very well just run him through just for the sport of it, despite it being his instinctive reaction. “Good, good, I’d hate to have raided my stash for nothing.” he said with a nod. “Bits of both, I like to think.  Hunting, fighting, killing, it’s what I’m wired to do. But the tools of the trade have always caught my eye from time to time.”

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adexcharles:

“No just thought I’d come… watch.” Adelaide smirked, a little too mischieviously for either of their own good. Her heels clicked kn the ground as she walked around, examining the room. “If you ever want assistance,” she sped from her spot and stopped right in front him, “I’m always available.”

“Watch, you say? Well, by all means, I plan to put on a good show.” he said, smirking as he tightened his grip on the spear. He heard her heels clicking on the floor as he hummed, holding up the spear as she sped over to him. “Well, I’m not sure this is the spear I want to be using should I get this close to ya.”

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msxxevanstoxyou:

Tzipporah had gotten wind of the weapons course and despite initial hesitations, she was curious what might be involved, so she decided to observe during one of her resting hours. Her heels clicked against the surface of the floor, seemingly noting the other of her presence and she smiled, “No, darling. I’m simply here to observe.” 

Drake offered the other a small shrug, smirk on his lips as he ran his fingers over the spear in his hands, twirling it once more before driving it into the floor beneath him. “Well, not a whole lot to see just yet, but I’m sure it’ll be quite the show once everyone makes their way here.”

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mrtvrner:

          ‘kid?’ aidan blinked, before starting to laugh, shaking his head. ‘that’s irrelevant with the subject, but i think i’m ten times older than you,’ he said, amused, before shrugging. ‘i’m just asking because i keep hearing the students talking about it. i didn’t plan on sending my dick pics to random people, don’t you worry about that.’

“As you said, irrelevant.” he said simply with a shrug, scratching his own chin. “A bit of an  odd phenomenon among the younger folks. One of those weird things that’s stemmed from cell phones. I just don’t get it, if I’m honest. Nothing wrong with just ‘the phone’, but I digress. As long as you know dick pics don’t guarantee sex.”

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After a lot of sidestepping red tape, Drake was able to talk the administration into allowing him to instruct a handful of weapons courses. A bit too proud of himself, he had a display of martial weapons to choose from. He was playing around with a spear when he noticed he wasn’t alone in the room. He twirled the weapon in his fingers as he turned.

“Shit, did they cancel it? I’d really hate to have wasted all this.”

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bea-grangerr:

Bea  had read somewhere that drinking could help sequester the urges you could get for things like meat or blood. Little did she realize that it was in a vampire book. So now she was drunk, leaning back in the bar stool and looking at the person next to her. “This isn’t even working. Now I’m just hungry and drunk.” 

Drake hadn’t really been one to drink on a regular basis since the 80′s, one’s body had to be a temple, after all. But he figured a drink or two at the moment wouldn’t hurt. He was mostly keeping to himself until he heard the other and chuckled, before making his way over. “Well, now I’m a bit curious. Were you trying to curb your appetite with booze? Because, you know that just makes you drunk faster, right?”

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terrestrial-emmy:

Ever since the protest, Emmy had been putting up precautions everywhere. Currently walking around the grounds, putting something special of hers everywhere, Emmy decided to take a break, plopping down in the grass for a moment. The magic was flowing. Not strong enough to fight an army, but strong enough to help. Hearing the grass rustle, Emmy pushed up on her elbows and smiled. “Hey… don’t mind me. Just… gardening.”

Having paused while taking a walk around campus, Drake found himself watching the witch’s  movements, a bit intrigued. It wasn’t until she stopped, plopping down on the grass  that he approached her a bit curious. “Gardening, you say?” he began, humming. He had little personal experience with witches, at least before his oath, so they intrigued him a bit. “Looked a bit more impressive than that, but hey, different strokes.”

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bornwulf:

kimora  had  been  studying  for  so  long ,  and  she  figures  she  deserves  a  break .  her  fingers  dance  down  her  body  as  moans  start  on  the  screens ,  the  blinds  to  the  study  room  were  shut  yet  the  lock  was  broke  which  only  turned  her  on  even  more .  her  eyes  flutter  over  as  her  own  fingers  work  on  teasing  her ,  her  teeth  catch  onto  her  lower  lip   —-  then  the  door  opens .  her  eyes  fly  open ,  and  she  slams  the  laptop  over  silencing  the  porn  she  had  been  watching .

Drake had been looking for a handful of students who he had agreed to help with a few of their other classes. What he didn’t know, however, is that that had e-mailed him as son as he left his office to cancel, and as a result, eas looking for students he was never going to find. He opened the door of one of the study rooms to check, when he noticed the other’s swift movements. Ut only took a moment to piece together what he had come across. “I’m sorry are you....? In the study room?”