I'm Carrying a .45

"All I've got is 'please put the assault rifle away before someone notices'" "Christopher "Chris" Argent | 42 | Last Remaining [Human] ArgentRP blog for beaconhillscrossing RPG. Will not RP outside of group

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alphaofsass:

“I’m not saying to run away. I’ve never run from a fight, and I won’t start now. I was referring to after the current fight is done. We will win this.” Peter replied, calm. “Once it’s over, there are places we can go. I won’t turn my back on these kids in the middle of a fight we didn’t even ask for.” His eyes flashed unknowningly hands moving faster than normal as he moved to work on getting everything ready. “This whole town is just a big pile of trouble, even before the fire.” he replied. “There was always something happening that we had to fight, and all because my abusive father had a large enough pack and power that it was sought after by outsiders, a threat to others despite the fact we never killed innocents.” The knife in his hand made chopping noises as he stared at the salad he was cutting. He stopped and moved to the table, reaching to run a hand along Chris’ shoulders. “Chris, why are you drinking? I want to help.”

“You want to leave this place?” He questioned, looking around the house, thinking about the town. He didn’t comment on the fire, knowing a little about it from stories and what he was told and he didn’t want to drag up bad memories. 

He stayed silent, watching the other man. “Fine. We make sure that everyone is safe first and then we’ll get out of here.” He agreed, staring at the werewolf as he cooked .

“I’m angry.” he admitted. “I want to be what I was. I don’t regret giving up what I gave up for Isaac.” He pointed out. “But I don’t like that I’m weak.” 

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alphaofsass:

"I know.” Peter said, moving to sit beside the other man. He had to refrain a laugh, knowing Chris couldn’t know he sounded like the Chris he’d first known as a kid. He set the bag down on the table before them, but moved to lay his hand on Chris’ arm. “Trust me, we will get through this. I don’t care if the past doesn’t come back to you. You’re alive, that’s what matters. We can start over, get a fresh start somewhere if you want. I’ve got connections all over the country.” Most of whom had offered a place when the situation had been explained. It wasn’t often a wolf could handle things te way Peter did. One good thing about his abuse, Peter supposed. Pain was just a base feeling of every breath by this point, and his father had been dead well over a decade. He didn’t think he could share his memories with Chris, reliving them was a hell he’d loved for more than six years before his wolf had broken his coma. “I’m always going to be here.” It was a promise Peter was going to die keeping if he had to. His hand moved to try and hold Chris’, wanting to do more than the subtle contact but not sure how the other would handle it. “I brought steak and steamed vegetables. Side salad and breadsticks.”

“You’re seriously suggesting that we just run away?” He asked, shocked and a little pissed off. “I don’t even know anything about what’s going on past what I’ve seen and even I know that we can’t just run away!” he said, pissed off and wanting to do something about Peter’s willingness to run away. 

“Fine. Cook whatever you want.” He said, grumpy and drunk and only getting grumpier. “I’ll eat.” He rested his head against the table, debating just passing out right where he was, rather than continuing the conversation with Peter right now. 

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theblindrussianguy:

Luka shrugged. “I guess it’s supposed to be refreshing. Just to see someone who’s willing to help, because that’s what this town needs right now.” He took the book and read through the entry on his own. “You’re right about this not sounding very flattering, your family that I’ve met has been trying to kill me ever since, but I know that you were a good man before all this memory stuff happened.” He closed the book. “Don’t let your family define you. And you aren’t a burden. Your instincts will return, you just have to get back into the hang of things.”

“well I appreciate it.” he told the blind wolf honestly. “I don’t know much, but it means a lot that you are here trying to help me. If there’s ever anything I can do for you even without my memories, just let me know.” he promised the teen. 

“Are you talking about Kate? I’ve heard things about her. Nothing good. She’s a blight and hopefully sometime soon I’ll regain enough memories to be able to take her down.” He grit through his teeth. He hadn’t had much of an interaction with his sister, but it was enough that he didn’t want anything to do with her. He hated the woman for all she had done to this town. “I’m hoping to leave the Argent family behind soon. Become a Hale and leave behind a legacy I don’t remember anyways.” He confessed with a shrug. 

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theblindrussianguy:

“Why is it in Russian, or why is your family in my family’s bestiary?” Luka asked. “I’m Russian, and I am descended from a family of hunters. I guess my family knew about your family somehow.” He sat down next to Chris and nodded. “You’re welcome. I hope it can help you recover your memories, or at least help you piece them together.”

“I’m sure even Hunters have support systems.” He agreed as Luca spoke about their families knowing each other. “I just meant...why help? I’m not exactly used to people in this town being willing to lend a helping hand for their fellow man. Especially when I’m not exactly from a kind family. And I can’t offer you much in return. I’m not a benefit as a hunter, I’m more a burden than anything.” He pointed out. “But I appreciate it.” he stared at the pages covering the Argent family. “We aren’t good people, from the sounds of this book.” He said to Luca after a moment of reading. 

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theblindrussianguy:

“I’m not giving it to you. Besides, there isn’t very much English in there. It’s mostly in Russian.” He slid the book over in front of him and flipped until he found the entry on the Argent family. “I think this is in English? I can read it to you if you want me to. This is your family history. For some reason, it’s in my family’s bestiary.”

Chris stared at Luca for a second, shocked that the teen would be willing to help. “Why?” He questioned, staring at the article on the Argent family. There was some in English, other parts he couldn’t understand, but enough of it was decipherable enough to get through and he was shocked that someone was willing to do this for him. He couldn’t remember much, but this book didn’t paint the argent family as the kind, fluffy type. “Thank you,” He mumbled after a second, staring at the pages in front of him. 

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theblindrussianguy:

Luka could smell the stench of alcohol, but he didn’t really care. “You may not have anything to offer, but I can offer something to you. You may have lost your memories, but you still have those instinctive hunter skills.” He found a table and placed book on it. “The Rushman Bestiary.”

Chris stared at the book set in front of him. “Why are you giving me this?” He questioned. “I’m not the Chris Argent everyone wants me to be. Shouldn’t you give this to a hunter who actually remembers what they’re supposed to be doing?” He questioned, even as he reached forward and picked up the book, flipping through it carefully. 

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hatesmathstill:

“What are you talking about? You lost your memories?” Malia asked somewhat confused as she looked at him. “I thought the only kid you had was Allison. Since when is Isaac your son?” She said only to make a disgusting face. “Ew. You’re dating Peter.” 

“I gave them up to the Riders.” he explained. “Isaac told me about Allison. About as much as he could.” He explained. “I adopted Isaac. After everything. Not officially, but he said we were family.” He explained about the teen. “I would have made it official. I know I would have. I will.” he amended. “But either way, I gave up my memories to save his life. Or so I’m told.” Chris nodded. “It’s a bit more than dating. Or was. We were-are?-engaged.” he said, confused about their current relationship. “Peter hasn’t said anything about me?” He asked, looking at the teen. 

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alphaofsass:

Peter eyes his mate for a moment. “I would go, if you we’re sober and really felt that way.” He said, trying to hide the hurt in his voice and looking down, hoping it was the alcohol. “I know that…all this is hard, Chris. Especially on you.” He began. “But we’ve survived worse, and found our way back. I believe that even though you aren’t the old Chris, you’re still Chris. And I still love you, with or without the past. Whether you believe that or not right now, I do. I don’t want to give up on you, on us. We can make a new life, new memories.” He managed a sad smile. “You still need food; liquor or not.” He said.

Chris looked over at Peter, scoffing. “I don’t remember any of those things.” He pointed out with a scoff. “I’m not that man. As far as my memories are concerned, this is the only hardship I’ve undergone.” He pointed out. "So you’ll have to excuse my lack of giving a fuck about the past.” He slurred. “Fine. Put the food down.” He bitched, waiting for Peter to do just that. 

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hatesmathstill:

Rolling her eyes the moment he said Peter she let out a small growl. “Yeah..” She mumbled with the smallest of a glare. “Yeah well. He does. Glad to hear that he doesn’t talk much about me.”

“We don’t talk about much of anything other than getting my memories back lately.” He explained. “I gave up my memories to save my son, Isaac. I don’t even really remember Peter, but I agreed to give him a chance. I’m sure that regularly he spoke about you often.” He explained. 

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alphaofsass:

“I know you aren’t, and that’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.” Peter stayed put as he looked at the other, walking over when Chris turned towards him with a bag of food dangling from his hand. “You may not have the old memories, but we’ll make new ones.” he said. “No matter what, I promised I would never leave you, Christopher.” He knew they’d been searching for answers, but with none, he’d decided to stop trying to force the past. “We can start with dinner?” he asked, lifting the bag a little with a hopeful smile. 

Chris stared at Peter, debating telling him to leave and leave him alone. He wondered how angry Peter would be, or if he would just slink out of his life. He sighed, closing his eyes for a second, feeling the liquor coursing through his veins. “What if I want to be left, Peter?” He slurred, eyes narrowed as he watched the wolf. He sighed, gesturing for him to sit. “Eat if you’re hungry. I’ve already had dinner.” He lifted the bottle, displaying his liquid meal. 

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“You may as well leave. I’m not him anymore and I can’t help.” He snapped at the person in the doorway of his apartment. He didn’t even bother to turn around and look. It wasn’t like he would recognize them anyways. “Go find someone who can offer you something.” He finally turned, angry resignation in his gaze, a bottle of liquor in his palm. 

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hatesmathstill:

Malia wasn’t sure exactly what she was suppose to say after that. It wasn’t like she was knew who he was or who he was talking about so she just shrugged it off for the most part. “What is that exactly? What reminds me of you?” She asked curiously not able to help herself. If she looked like someone then she wanted to know who it was. 

He stopped, turning back to look at the girl. “You look a little like a man that I’m seeing. It’s the face.” He said. “But as far as I know, Peter doesn’t have any children. Or maybe he does.” He shrugged. 

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hatesmathstill:

Looking at him for a moment Malia finally gave him a shrug. “I don’t know you.”

Chris sighed, nodding. “Alright. I’m sorry. I’m not quite sure who I do and don’t know.” He admitted, watching her. “Something about you seems so familiar.” He sighed. He could see something in her face that seemed like it should be someone he knew. “I’m sorry to bother you.” 

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“What are you looking at me like that for? What did I miss?”

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“I’m sorry. I just...you looked familiar. I was trying to place where from.” He admitted. 

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Peter. Luka paused to remember the name. “He is one of the Alphas, right? Peter Hale?” Luka asked for clarification as he found Chris’ arm and let him guide him. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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“He is. And apparently he and I are...close.” he said with a sigh. His and Peter’s relationship was complicated since the memory loss. He didn’t want to shove the alpha away, but he wasn’t sure what to think or feel. Considering that he couldn’t even remember how they met or anything about their past, Chris didn’t think it was that big a deal to be wary. He lead Luka as quickly as he could towards their destination, on the lookout for any enemies that may come by. He didn’t know how to fight like the used to, but he wasn’t about to let someone come along and hurt them. 

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Luka sighed when he heard that Chris wasn’t familiar with the system. He wasn’t the best with technology, but he knew the basics. “Well, good thing Peter was so familiar with you before you lost your memory,” he said with a small smile. “Why don’t you lead me to your apartment so we can try and find it? Also, what if it isn’t there?”

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"If it isn't there, we go to Peter. He'll know where I would have hidden everything." The man promised the younger. He offered an arm for the blind teen. "Ready to do this?" He asked

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“Not unusual, if she is like everyone says she is,” Luka pointed out. When he mentioned a database Luka perked up. “The password should be easy. Is it something that all Argents have the same password, or is it…” he trailed, not sure how to explain it. “Uh, something else? Or do you know?” If he didn’t know, those questions would be pointless and figuring out the password would be much more difficult.

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“What I’ve seen of her, she’s definitely like everyone says.” She was a monster and he had seen that. “I’m not sure.” He admitted. “But I am pretty sure I would have backed up everything. Peter said that I was pretty...paranoid about that sort of thing.” He said with a sigh. “All we have to do is find my backup. It will have everything we need in it.” He said. “We can go to my apartment. And I’ll look for the backup and then we’ll figure out whatever you need.”