the black sheep

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corrxna

Eyes landed on the familiar figure before he spoke, searching for the injuries as she had been on nearly everyone she encountered. “Irish guy,” The two words sounded from her, her face unamused as to fit the current situation. She was a mess, blood— not hers, covering her hands and arms, her hair falling out of its styled position to resemble that of a homeless person’s, her costume torn in certain places and stained in others. But she was unscathed, nearly. She turned her head to let out a few coughs, the smoke still having had affected her in some way. “Fancy seeing you here.” Another cough, this one shielded by her arm. 

Had it been any other situation, Killian may have reacted to the fact she hadn’t spoken his name. But it was lost upon him for the time being, the pain emanating from his hands distracting any attempt at humor in light of everything. He couldn’t help but to allow his gaze to drift over her, searching for wounds as she was likely doing the same to him. “Don’t suppose ya come here often?” He finally voiced, though his lips did not curve with the joke of a question. Wrinkling his nose as she coughed, Killian drew himself closer to her, “Are ya hurt, lass?”

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( @fiery-witch )

The fields were thrown into complete and utter mayhem. People were running this way and that, in search of their loved ones or exits. They were barrelling through others, over others in a rush to get away from the explosion and the fires. Killian was not in the same hurry, maneuvering his way around others and items. His hands burned from the flames, from the explosion that had rocked the hayride. He needed to get somewhere to heal them, to concentrate and not be bothered by some lowly individual seeking safety. But each way he turned, he was greeted with another body hurtling towards him, rushing away from the growing fires.

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( @corrxna )

His hands burned, flames having caught them as he was atop one of the hayrides. Though he’d been there out of boredom, he hadn’t quite expected the excitement that would shortly burst forth around him. The screams, the shouts for help, the destruction; it was all unnerving however. He had never minded a bit of death, when it suited him. But this would not suit him. He had no need for a spell, no need for the energy around him as people lay dying. The only thought in his mind was getting away from it all, to heal his hands and be done with the overwhelming sense of dread. As he was pushing through others, searching for a means of an exit, he bumped into one particularly familiar individual. “Tallis,” the surname parted from him as he turned back to face her.

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chardavenport

The festival was going off with a blast; people streaming in from every direction, aromas of pumpkin-flavored foods in the air, and the best and worst of costumes all in one place. Charlie found himself seated at one of the pop-up bars when someone hovered over and handed him a drink. He looked up to see a familiar face,“If you wanted to take me home, all you had to do was ask? But I will happily take this.”

“Aye, I’ll keep that bit in mind.” he mused with a curved grin upon his lips. Handing over the offered drink, Killian fell into the seat beside the other, “Fancy seein’ the likes of you ‘ere.”

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tues-bordeaux

Tuesday had been entertaining herself in the haunted house for the past hour. She’d come dressed, very convincingly, as a Weeping Angel and had taken to lurking around in the haunted house, frozen like a statue and then using her speed to creep up on the patrons when they blinked. One girl had cried, one boy had peed himself and another had broke his hand in a feeble attempt to punch her. She readied herself for another attack when she heard footsteps and got right in their face when the time was right. 

If Killian were not aware of the supernatural, or if he were afraid of things jumping out at him, he may have been more startled about her sudden appearance. But they were in a haunted house, after all. “Have ya come to steal my energy then?”

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lccxnda

“So we’ve got.. Alien brain hemorrhage or a Zombie brain hemorrhage.” She noted with a slight slur to her words as she pointed out the two differently, brightly colored shots sitting on the pop up Halloween bar before them. “Both equally as horrible. Which one do you want?”

“Ya got me in a pickle here, lass.” He noted with a laugh, eyeing the shots she’d named. Wrinkling his nose, Killian reached forward to take the alien option. Bringing it closer, he inspected it before casting his gaze upon her, “What the hell’s in this?”

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ashcrdvnprt

Asher stood in the maze, lit up by a dim glow, the blood spatter on the dress he wore almost black in the ultraviolet light, as he pulled the cap from his, “drink me,” flask. “You keep lookin’ at my legs like that and I’ll start thinkin’ we came in here for something other than a little harmless fun.” He noted without making eye contact with the person that had dragged him here. “I already told you, i’m the damsel today.” A long pause as a smirk drew his lips higher before he took a pull of spiced rum, “Save the day an’ get us outta’ here already.”

“Shite, ya got better pins than half the lasses out there.” He retorted with a laugh, ducking his gaze away. Taking in the maze around them, Killian hummed with contemplation. He wasn’t exactly the best at these types of games, nor did he usually care to get lost in mazes. “Ya think they’d get mad if we just made our own path?”

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hcdtallxs

“Don’t ever mention Goose. It’s still too soon. I’ll never be over it.” He noted his costume’s counterpart with such ease it was a wonder at all if he was joking. Halloween didn’t spark the same excitement as it once did, everything surrounding the holiday twisted beyond what Hudson could appreciate anymore. That, and with recent events, masses of people hardly sounded like a good idea to him, as much he knew by the tension held at his own fingertips. “— Lost him in the maze, I think.”

“You brought a fuckin’ goose?” He questioned with an incredulous look upon his features. It wasn’t that Killian was unfamiliar with classic movies, it was just that he didn’t watch a lot of them. Most of the references everyone seemed to get about movies went right over his head.

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“HE was a boy once. never forget, he had a family that loved him, he had a mother and a father. even if he is a M O N S T E R now, remember that he was loved, and he loved in return.”

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luciantallis:

No vervain, that was interesting. ‘Mutually beneficial’ could mean either sex or maybe some kind of deal akin to what he and Eve had set up in the beginning. Exchange of information for blood. Sex always seemed to be the go to, he wouldn’t be surprised. Which meant maybe the bartender had more in common with him than he originally thought. This would be the first other witch he knew that had been bitten, the only one he’d talked to. “How interesting.” And there it was, he’d practically purred the statement, more curious now than ever. How did it affect him? How often did it happen? The one thing other witches, or anyone else really, could do, was have the bite healed. Out of sheer courtesy for the rest of his family, Lucian couldn’t bring himself to try it. Even if he thought the whole 'won’t be able to enter the afterlife with your ancestors’ thing was bullshit, for his siblings’ sake he wouldn’t ingest vampire blood. Hell, he didn’t even know if it could heal him. 

“And how do you like it?” Double meaning, keep the bartender interested. Because while he was attentive before, this was up to an eleven because he needed to know. “The biting, that is.” The statement kept his own preferences hidden a little, no allusions to if he himself partook in any activities at the bar. It’d been weeks since Eve had fed from him and he certainly missed it. He’d keep playing this, it might not hurt to reveal a little. Or pretend he was a more frequent donor. Which was probably unwise, it was better to be accused of getting bit by what at least one of your siblings knew was your vampire significant other than to be accused of being some kind of snack for every vampire in New York. Though he probably wouldn’t be the first to think that.

Lucian Tallis, a member of the original witch bloodline and brother to Hudson. That alone was enough to keep Killian interested, to keep him talking to the other. Yet the directness in the line of questioning, the specific topics that were brought up, that could have kept his interest whether the man before him was a witch or not. Arms were crossed over his chest, hip pushed against the counter of the bar. But as the question was poised, he shifted his stance. Arms untangled from across his chest, hands falling to plant atop the bar counter. He leaned forward, eyeing the witch before him.

“Painful,” he mused lowly, offering only the single word for the moment. Lips pursed as if he needed the sudden silence to gather his thoughts. “Then again, I’m a bit of sucker for all that now, eh?” The comment parted from his tongue while his lips curved at the edges. There was that wicked little smirk once again. The game was being played, interest against interest while the two witches stood within a vampire’s bar. With his gaze remaining on Lucian, a brow slowly rose. “And what of you?” He questioned lowly, though it wasn’t as if any vampire wouldn’t be able to overhear the conversation.

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augustus-quincey:

“I think I may have just experienced mansplaining, no wonder gals hate it. I just had to listen to a human guy tell me about vampires. I had him to stop, which is kind of ironic. Although, it was rather fun eating garlic whilst he was telling about why garlic harms vampires.” 

“Didn’t flash them pearly whites at the lad, eh?”

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alexandriamasonx:

“Just saying. You need to watch what you say around here. Especially if you happen to be near an Original. Wouldn’t want that pretty face of yours to get any worse.”

“Heard that once or twice, lass; not much worried about that. An original what?”

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tues-bordeaux:

( “Oh, because that makes it totally acceptable. I don’t understand what on Earth he was getting so worked up about.” ) Tuesday rolled her eyes but laughed, at least she was now mildly entertained. ( “I know a far few ladies that could break your jaw, as well as your nose. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. )

“Honest to God, it’s just a bit of fun.” He spoke with that grin so perfectly curved, lighting up his features. “Aye, that may be true, but that lass right there couldn’t punch her way out of a paper sack.”

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luciantallis:

“Every once and a while.” Lucian managed a soft chuckle, gaze flickering down the bar before settling on the other witch once more. There were some humans who didn’t mind showing off, didn’t want to be healed after they’d been fed from. He understood the feeling, wanting to see it the morning after or feeling somewhat smug about it, like it was some kind of badge of honor. Even thinking about it made that little spot at the base of his neck itch. The spot completely devoid of any bruising lately. But nobody needed to know that, especially another witch. One he didn’t know, had no idea how involved in their community he was. Being her was reason enough to be curious about him, to draw attention. Which meant he needed this guy to trust him, or at least like him enough to keep him quiet. Besides, he helped fill his wallet anyways. Not that he was about to give that away just yet. He would rather it get out that he was just here at the bar than that he was investing. 

“What do you think of it, the whole biting thing?” Besides Vivian, he didn’t see a lot of witches in here, which was fine by him. The waitress carried vervain, probably ingested it. Surely Killian was the same way. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone without a strong opinion on it regardless of what side of it they’re on.” he rested his chin in his hand, tone curious, gaze unwavering. He was testing the waters, needed to know the reason the bartender was around. “Because to me, it seems pretty strange to see one of us here. I’m sure you’re just as full of vervain as everyone’s favorite waitress.” He left out his own status when it came to the herb. Before he’d really started working with his magic again he’d promised Eve he would carry it on him, maybe start ingesting it now that she wasn’t feeding from him.

Oh, how he could play. How he could feed into not only his own curiosity, but the curiosity of the witch standing on the other side of the bar. It was said that vampires had a particularly pull towards witches, that their blood tasted exceptionally sweet to them. Killian often wondered if that pull for vampires was much like his own pull. He flocked to other witches, not because he wished to join a coven or be with his own kind, but simply because he couldn’t help but use them for his next spell. Sacrificial magic meant the sacrifice of anything --- human, vampire, but Killian loved using other witches. The death of a witch not only assisted with his spell, but their own magic helped to make it stronger. Which explained the multitude of scars that littered his body.

“What do I?” He cooed in that thick Irish accent, pursing his lips upon the thought. There were more than enough times that Killian had allowed a vampire to have a taste. It typically resulted in the vampire being killed and used, but the other didn’t need to know that. “Suppose I don’t have much of an opinion, aye.” He lifted his shoulders in a weak attempt, appearing as if he were still mulling over the idea, working it through his mind. “Supposing if it were mutually beneficial, I wouldn’t much mind.” A brow quickly rose upon his features, intrigued by the way Lucian worded his statements. Killian was smart, and he caught on very quickly. “I’m not,” he mused as a smirk slowly rose the edges of his lips. “The favorite waitress seems ta be the only one.”

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magical-addiction:

“ That’s unfortunate. I’m not typically the type for revenge, but that was such a low blow. Do you need ice or anything?”

“Ya don’t believe in karma then, aye?” He voiced the question as if it were something mild, something that could be joked about. Killian always wondered if karma were a true aspect of life. “Couldn’t hurt, eh. Might help this god awful swelling.”

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holdendanvers:

         “Yeah, yeah — not everything is black and white, I get it,” he mused with a kind smile on his lips. “Think there’s a bar around the corner that can probably get you ice or anything; just don’t get punched in the face again on the way there.” 

“Aye, starting to wish it were.” He countered with a huff. Though he really wouldn’t have enjoyed it if it were. “Oi, which ways that now? Starting to think this swelling won’t be going down on its own.”

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alexandriamasonx:

“Looks like he didn’t at all. But that’s what you get for running your mouth.”

“Oi, lass; that’s a bit uncalled for. Got myself a bit of a medical condition, can’t help it.”