Chris Argent

Chris Argent. Trained werewolf hunter. Definitely Not Involved anymore. Open to play with canons, AUs, OCs, and multifandom. Will ship just about anything, but no sex with minors please (Chris is very aware of the illegality of that). M!A: None, but always accepting.

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Scott breathed out a heavy sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and watched the gun disappear in the back of the car. He knew that Chris didn’t see him as an enemy anymore but in his current state the hunter was probably willing to shoot anyone and anything to avenge Allison. All the more reason to be grateful that Chris was listening to him.

The hunter’s words cut deep. Scott tried to hide it, but for a moment it was clearly visible in his eyes. Chris was not the only one who had lost Allison. Scott had loved her too, despite everything that had happened between them, and it was all he could do not to lose his mind and go crazy Alpha on everyone who was responsible for her death.

"We’ll figure something out," he said, unable to lie to Chris about having a plan. Not in a moment like this. He didn’t just need to convince him, he neede to make him trust him. “I want them dead for what they did just as much as you do. But I don’t want to lose anyone else for that and that includes you. Please?”

Scott looked at the older man with worry in his eyes. "Talk to me, Chris," he said, hoping it would help this time. "You’re not alone. I can’t bring her back, but I am on your side and I can help you.”

"Talk to me."

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"What do you want me to say?" It came out as a snarl. "She was my daughter. She was the only family I still had and she's gone." He had cousins, of course, but they were all far away and none of them spoke much. Everyone he had was more like colleagues than actual family.

He sucked in a breath, more shuddery than he would have liked. He dropped his voice slightly to a tightly controlled tone. Whether that was better or worse than the snarl was a matter of debate. "They have to die for what they did," he said. "I wanted to stop hunting, to give us--a normal life." If his breath hitched in the middle there he wouldn't admit it. "But now, I can't stop until they're dead. Or I am."

He wasn't sure why he added the last part. Maybe it was an attempt to take the lifeline, or at least tell Scott he needed one. Did he want one? Hard to say. His eyes were still on Scott's. His expression hadn't changed significantly, but his hands where they were hidden in his pockets were clenched so hard his nails were almost drawing blood.

He didn't know what he expected. But he needed something. Some reason not to get back in the car and take off.

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For a scary moment Scott wasn’t sure if Chris was going to run him over or not. He couldn’t read minds but the look on the hunter’s face said more than a hundred words ever could. It was the same look of determination Scott had seen on Allison’s face a number of times. The realization hit him like a fist in the guts. He missed Allison so much, but this was her father. No matter how much his heart bled, Chris would always suffer more. No father should ever bury his child.

Scott made a step back and turned to face Chris - or more, to face the gun he was holding. The situation gave him a cruel dejá vu, back to a time in which Chris had tried to live a normal life in order to provide exactly that for his daughter. The daughter he had then lost to the monsters he had refused to fight out of fear of putting her in danger. Life sometimes had a cruel sense of humor.

Scott shook his head lightly and raised his hands slowly, so Chris could see them. "Don’t go," he pleaded again, his voice quiet but strong. "You don’t stand a chance alone. If you go alone, they are going to rip you to shreds."

With the sound of his own hammering heartbeat in his ears, Scott lowered his hands again and made a step closer to Chris. Would he really shoot him? Or was there still a chance Scott could save him?

"We can fight them together, avenge her. But not today.. please, Mr. Argent.. Chris.”

"You don’t want to shoot me."

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For a brief second the gun shook more in Chris's hands, and the look on his face said he was still considering shooting Scott. Then without a word or so much as a flicker of change in his expression, he flicked the safety back on and tossed it into the back seat of the SUV. Not safe--but then, he wasn't at all sure yet he would mind if he and Scott both died here and now. Truthfully, putting the gun down at all had more to do with respect for Allison's love for Scott than acceptance of what he was saying.

"You got a plan?" he asked. Tension edged his voice as much as it lined his muscles; it was something of a miracle it wasn't shaking as much as his hands, which he shoved in his pockets to hide. "Or is this just you being naive and idealistic?"

He met Scott's eyes, his own gaze hard. Inside, he felt lost. If he wasn't fighting, right now, to avenge Allison, he didn't have anything left. He was holding on to that plan as hard as he could to keep the tension and grief from shaking him apart.

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> Let Chris idle because of RL and shifting muse allegiances and shit

> See that Chris's tag has a new post

> Check tag

> Discover that actually there are a few new posts in the tag

> Oops.

(I really am planning to bring him back, life just sucks right now and I don't have the energy to play much of anyone.)

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OOC: I will be out of town for two weeks starting this Sunday.

I will try to get reps done, because the last time I too a week off I drowned in the reps I had when I came back. I have drafts, I have things in Chris's inbox, and I may have other things that I lost--so like this post if I owe you a rep and I will try to get to it sooner rather than later.

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My muse HAS to answer everything truthfully for one hour, starting now!

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You are the _____ to my _____.

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So...I could use a little help from a smart werewolf....

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"Um….one of Peter’s books said so…and I’m totally freaked out…and the majority of wolves I’ve asked have said they have…so I’m pretty sure I’m screwed, Mr. Argent."

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"Isaac, you know how many wolves again? You've lived with how many wolves again? You ever seen any of them go into heat? Believe me, heat isn't something you can just hide."

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So...I could use a little help from a smart werewolf....

Ethan is teasing me and saying I’m going to go into heat and a book said it too and I’d appreciate if someone put my anxiety to rest and tell me that’s NOT TRUE….right?

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Fortunately for all involved, no, werewolves don't go into heat.

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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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((Horrible sadistic part of me wants to call Chris's verse with iwontbeephemeral "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables". Because clearly a verse where Allison is dead doesn't give me enough feels and I need to invoke the most depressing movie I've ever seen to get enough.))

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It’s been weeks and it still felt so unreal and wrong that Scott sometimes caught himself thinking it was all just a horrible nightmare. But the truth hit him moments later every time; and it hit him almost as bad as the first time. Allison was gone. They had killed her, taken her from him. Forever. It all felt so completely wrong, out of control, miscarried. It shouldn’t have been her. I should have been none of them, but least of them her. She hadn’t even been a werewolf, she had just been a girl, trying to save her friends from death and destruction; trying to escape the pain of losing more people.

Scott had been the one to find her, bloody and lifeless, like a beautiful puppet who had been spoilt. Above all he had felt hopelessness, anger, frustration; but he hadn’t been allowed to take revenge. Yet. The Alpha pack was still too strong and while Deucalion had lost Ennis, the casualties on their side had been so much worse. Erica, Boyd, Allison.. Gerard, in a way. Scott wasn’t counting Gerard to his allies, but the old hunter had been Deucalion’s enemy and in way that had put them on the same side.

But although Scott thought Gerard might have been able to help them, he didn’t blame Chris for ending his father’s miserable life. He wasn’t in for murder in cold blood, but after Allison’s death, Scott had felt such an immense anger and sadness, that he could understand the urge to kill a man like Gerard.

Although maybe he couldn’t fully understand how Chris Argent felt. Yes, Scott had loved Allison, but she had been his (ex)girlfriend, not his daughter. She hadn’t been the last person in this world that he cared about, after all the rest of his family had been brutally murdered or driven into killing themselves. This thought and similar ones had helped Scott to keep it together after Allison’s death.

He and Chris had never been friends - they had been allies at the most - but Scott wasn’t going to let the hunter drown in his own sorrow. He wasn’t going to lose anyone else, no matter how close they were to him. He was going to save Chris, to convince him that there was still something worth fighting for; to show him that he wasn’t alone.

Scott had tried to talk to Chris a couple of times but the hunter had shut him out like the rest of the world. Worried about what Chris might do in his grief, he had therefore tried to watch over him from afar. And for days nothing had happened at all, making Scott wonder if Chris was paralyzed with grief and sadness or worse: plotting his revenge. And apparently the latter turned out to be true.

Scott was sitting on the stairs of a building opposite of the one the Argent appartment was located in, when the door suddenly opened and Chris came out. He was carrying bags and a small suitcase and Scott would have made a bet that they contained guns and bullets and arrows - and other lovely hunter stuff.

He didn’t hesitate for long and hurried over to follow where Chris had gone - which turned out to be the parking lot. Scott remembered the big black SUV and how much it had scared him the first time he had seen Chris and realized he was Allison’s father. It didn’t scare him anymore. Much scarier was the thought of what Chris might be up to.

Running the last few metres, Scott could already smell the gas of the car and hear the enginge start. He didn’t think. He didn’t have time to think; so he jumped in front of the car, putting his hands on the hood, as if he could hold it back by that. He couldn’t let Chris leave, not now, not alone, not in the state he was in. Scott tumbled back a bit when the car made a jump forward and pushed him with, but he managed to keep his balance.

Looking up directly at Chris, he put a pleading look on his face and shook his head lightly.

"Don’t do it. Please, don’t do it.." he said loudly, but still unsure if Mr. Argent could hear him through the sound of the running engine.

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Chris gritted his teeth. He was tempted to just keep going, to run Scott over, and honestly he couldn't have said why he didn't. Grabbing his favored gun off the seat and getting out wasn't much less aggressive, though.

"Get out of the way," he snapped. He held the gun in two hands, which was more to do with keeping the tremor in his hands from being noticeable than needing the stability. "Scott, get out of the way or I will shoot you."

As angry as he definitely was, the tired lines around his eyes and the tremor that the gun didn't quite steady gave away the despair and exhaustion he felt. All three would push him to do desperate things, and if Victoria--if any of his family's leaders was still around and trustworthy in his eyes they would have told him to stand down. But if he didn't do something soon, the grief really would paralyze him, or drive him to follow Allison. This was better.

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I am going to crop this photo and use it every single time someone says something that I side-eye. Because that is the best side-eye that has ever been side-eyed.

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here have a gif lol

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((Definitely just found my new favorite reaction image (both versions) for Chris.))

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Go on Anonymous and tell me one thing you've been too scared to tell me, but have always wanted to say.

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Get in my ask and make my muse smile.

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Would you rather let Allison die or get the bite from an Alpha?

Get the bite. I couldn’t lose her—and I know she could control herself. You all manage.

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Send my muse a difficult choice to make.

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I've been feeling really shitty--like, anxiety to the point that I feel like I'm choking--for the past couple days. I think I have all my owed raps in drafts. So, sorry for that.