Mark Tulane

288. Witch. Blood Moon Coven. Bob Morley.

[marktulane]

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The ability to read people was both a blessing and a curse. It was perfect for his job in a time when humans lived in ignorance but coming to this place full of disdain and irritation, Kronos’ ability felt more a curse every day. He could see it in their eyes, especially those that had a hard time holding back their emotions. The librarian for one, this tattoo artist and another witch as yet another prime example. Before the witch had made his appearance, Kronos surveyed the area all the while offering his smiles and polite gestures to the assistant. It was a perfect view of the crime scene, a perfect spot to survey further trades. It was his voice, however, that surprised Kronos above all else. His voice had been heard before but he wasn’t sure where. There was familiarity in such a simple idea but it was such an idea that wormed it’s way into his dead heart and remained to help it beat once more. For a simple moment he hesitated. How long had it been since he hesitated? “Police.” He answered before he forced his eyes away from the witch. Somehow he was putting a spell on him and he didn’t know how. Kronos was scared but also desperate. “I apologize for the inconvenience but this spot is perfect to watch across the street. May I impose upon your hospitality for a day or two?” It was strange… For a single thought he forgot about the case and wished to remain simply because of a sharp need that flowed through him every time his eyes found their way to the artist’s.

Now, Mark did scowl. If the vampire was going to play at not recognizing him, he would do the same. He listened to what Kronos had to say for himself and looked to his assistant, who took the hint to leave them be and passed Mark going to the back of the shop.

“We, of course, are always open to helping the Invictus Police Department,” Mark offered cooly. He then amped up the icy nature as he added, “However, I must ask what we will receive in return for helping. We must, above all, keep the balance as a coven and spirit.”

“So,” Mark began as he took a step forward to put his hand on the counter between them. “What is your offer, vampire?”

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Another one, another day, another negative thought that captivated his uncertainty and forced it to grow and build on his impatience and impulses. Kronos was tired and he was frustrated; a part of him even wanted to go home. The more the uncertainty fed into him, though, the more his rationality began to bleed through. The devastation he let show on his face lasted but a moment before the neutrality came back and he continued his search. It was a particularly chilly day that day and he could tell due to sweaters and jackets that were worn. It wasn’t always accurate due to a few species body heat but in the neutral zone, one got all the species to look at. He was following a case reported earlier that day and though he got but a small lead, he would follow through; his own agenda never far from his mind of course. Coming to the building in question, Kronos paused a moment to look at the tattoo shop across the street. He pushed his papers into his back pocket and jogged to the door. Upon taking a step inside, Kronos knew that something had fallen into place, if just a small piece. He verbally gasped, as if he’d been touched by someone’s static electricity.

[marktulane]

The witch bristled when he felt the presence of a vampire entering his defensive wards. It was like one to move so boldly, but Mark knew that hum the wards made as he worked in the back of the shop. He sighed, knowing that he should’ve announced his return to the City after his abrupt departure nearly thirty years ago, but honestly? He couldn’t have been arsed, especially for a vampire of all beings.

Putting away his meditation stones, Mark took his time coming forward from the back of the shop and allowed his assistant to tend to the vampire until he was ready to show his face. He tried not to scowl as he came forward, knowing that he would likely be asked where his partner was, his partner who was now a vampire -- stolen from him, in front of his very eyes. He knew he must stay neutral for the coven, but Mark had always struggled with his temper when it came to those he loved.

“What brings you?” Mark asked brusquely as if he didn’t know his face would be a surprise. “Are you on police business or for your Sire?”

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