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@puretalia
"Only the people who want me to be something I’m not," Zach says with a light smile.
Talia gave a small smile with a tilt of her head. "I'll admit that's a pretty good reason. Though you shouldn't hide from them, you should shove it in their face."
Hyun bowed her head, allow her face to light up. “At first I came for the peace, I’ve stayed for the people. Bindlebrim is very deceiving I must say, but it’s also rather intriguing. You are one of the very few who I’ve met who actually seem to be from here.” She gave a small laugh. “The only reason I assumed is because you speak of it as if it’s the only place you know. I’m very well traveled, I know a native when I see one.”
Talia gave a small noise of agreement with her last statement. It seemed as if newcomers were arriving everyday; however, most of them held no innocent reason for their arrival. Being a hunter made Talia far too aware of what Bindlebrim Hallows real main attraction was. As she replied to Hyun, Talia allowed a confused look to cross over her features. "The peace? I'm sorry... I don't exactly understand." The last conflict Talia had heard of that included Japan was that of World War II, aside from the near constant tension with China.
Talia let out a small sigh. "Yeah. Unfortunately I haven't had any opportunities to travel." She gave a small shrug to accompany her words. "But I'm guessing it must be quite amazing."
He looked over his shoulder, immediately picking up what the woman talked about. Even the ginger with a beak-like nose on the other side of the room—Caw Caw, Sparrow-Man—was accompanied by another. Of course Jethro knew this already, he worked here, he’s slept on top of the pool tables twice in his three month residency when it wasn’t worth the hassle going home, and he regularly pleasured himself with drinks on the job. The day something in Scooter’s Tavern surprises the virtually three centuries old Jethro Morgan is when the bathroom stops smelling like urine and the bartop like vomit and the back like semen. Which draws the question, how in tarnation did he work in such filth? The answer is simple: werewolves are nothing if not survivors. Besides, he’s lived through worse. Far worse. “Least it’s not Fullersmith. Swear, you go in there it’s all fishermen with eye patches hitting on you while slapping your ass with a hook and calling you their ‘White Whale.’” God, Jethro never ceased to amuse himself.
“No. I just rolled my ankle on a run the other day.” He flashed back to female Red Hood three months ago. The image of sending her flying with a slap of his Massive paws, all the concentrated rage of claws and fangs as he bore down on her, sent signals to his brain. He also vividly recalled how deep he penetrated her when his inch long claws tore through the woman’s thick overcoat and the layers of clothing underneath, ripping a great gouge through her flesh. But it was not scratch, no, he dug a deep grove in her thigh. The claws raked down her thigh once more before tearing a chunk of flesh and muscle from her hip. While he didn’t kill her that night, letting her bleed out in the snow as opposed to facing her hunter pals, her scent was forever with him, and the damage he had done would leave her with a lifelong reminder to why fucking the Magnum Malum Lupis was the worst mistake of your life. Not like it’d sink it. At least this woman wasn’t her… and Jethro was a little relieved about that. “Ouch, was it at Dynamic Falls?” He asked. Then he turned and gave Billie the nod. The bartender went down the bar to fill the woman’s glass again.
Talia let out a small chuckle at Jethro's words. Fullersmith was someplace Talia rarely went, mainly for the reasons Jethro had mentioned. At least Scooter's Tavern she managed to escape most of the drunkard's attention, whether it be in a flirtatious or friendly manner. No one came to a bar to make friends, and believing anyone held pure motives was beyond stupid. Nevertheless, she turned to Jethro with an amused look on her face as she leaned further into the bar top and let her hand cradle her head as her elbow rested on the cheap wood. "Do you have a lot of experience with fishermen calling you their 'White Whale'?"
Talia continued to watch him as his mind seemed to wander, not wanting to interrupt whatever thoughts the alcohol resurrected. She turned her attention back to the glass, feeling oddly intrusive. At his inquiry Talia gave a half nod before replying, "In the Wraith Woods... just not exactly to the falls. I swear, you have to keep your eyes both up and down at the same time otherwise you'll find yourself tripping over a root or being close lined by a branch." She glanced back up at him with eyebrows raised in exasperation to continue the facade of her half-truth. Talia was just grateful that the rest of her injuries remained hidden beneath her clothing and out of sight from any unfriendly eyes. Turning her attention to the bartender briefly in a small thank you, Talia took another drink from her glass. It was both unfortunate and beneficial to have a high tolerance for alcohol; however, tonight it seemed to be much more of a hinderance.
There was a slight pause after she had announced that the two Dimirs were in fact related. Assuming it was the end of the conversation, Hyun opened her mouth to bid the girl farewell until she realized that the conversation had not ended. She was pleased by this, she wanted to know a little more about the brunette. “Japan originally, but I’ve been travelling for quite some time. I’ve been here for a couple of months at the most, though I’m not commonly forgotten. I don’t know why, I believe I’m just noticed as a fish out of water.” Hyun laughed. She knew of course that vampires possessed irresistible qualities, as did Geishas, but she didn’t want to come off as arrogant. Beside it wasn’t as if it wasn’t true. “Were you born here in Bindlebrim?”
Talia let the surprise show over her features. "Japan? Wow. You're a long way from home." She let out a small laugh. "No offense, but what the hell are you doing in Bindlebrim Hallows?"Although this place was her home, Talia still couldn't fathom why anyone would wish to visit the small, sleepy town. There was plenty of excitement for those of the supernatural, but for an outsider it would look as if nothing occurred.
Talia gave a small nod in response to Hyun's question. "Yeah. Is it that obvious?"
The werewolf paused for a minute, letting the silence give an impression on the stranger before he spoke. “Obviously I meant your character, even though we’ve said less than fifty words to one another. And wouldn’t I already be hiding in the hills at the sight of a respectable woman?” He smiled again, pleased by her, while turning his focus from the mystery woman. She didn’t seem like a murderous castrator vigilante to him, but common sense and hunters and assholish boochies (vampires) had all pointed out the same thing: he didn’t know this woman from Eve. But he didn’t want to be all paranoid and judge her too quickly. Matter of fact, maybe saying besides "I’m going to seduce you," and call it night dead asleep beside her was the right approach. And if she turned out to be one of the above then fuck it. “So did you slip outside, or is it more complicated than it looks?”
Fiddling with the now empty glass as a way to occupy the silence that stretched on, Talia hid the smile that threatened to stretch over her lips at the man's words. "Yeah, I suppose this place isn't exactly lacking in drunk girls." She let her eyes wander around the bar, spotting several women clinging to men in their revealing sheet of a dress. Of course, there was nothing wrong with living a lifestyle of one night stands, and Talia continuously tried not to judge others for their choices.
Talia looked up at him, a confused look knitting her brows together. "What?" It took her a moment to realize the man had probably seen her limping into the bar. A slight blush colored her cheeks as she quickly turned her eyes back to the empty glass. "No. I just rolled my ankle on a run the other day." The half lie fell easily from her lips. Technically she was running when she was injured; Talia just chose to leave out the details of why she was running.
Dark eyes roamed the establishment, only to settle on the lesser half of her family. “If you knew anything about witchcraft you’d know I’m not a spell caster, therefore I can’t perform spells, dumbass.” Honestly, did she attract idiocy? Was she forever cursed to have an abomination for a sister? A roll of the eyes, she moved her attention elsewhere, wanting anything but her sister’s company.
Talia leveled Lydia with a cold stare. "Please excuse me for not wishing to involve myself in your little cult." Her voice was sharp with distaste as she spoke. "Of course you love it... Being their leader and all. What's the old saying? Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." Her cold stare turned to one of slight concern.
'We'll have fun,' her sister said, 'A girl's night out,' she insisted. And yet, there Lydia stood, accompanying her sorority sister who was sharing drunken saliva with a stranger she met in literally a minute ago. “Fucking hate you, Deborah,” she muttered under her breath.
Talia moved next to her sister at the bar, giving her a smile far too sweet to be true. "Can't you just cast a spell on her and solve all your petty problems?" Although she didn't want to fight, Talia couldn't help but feel some anger towards her sister for the chaos she had brought to their family, and that anger usually came up at the worst times.
"I’m not sure if I like smaller towns more. I like them because I can disappear from the people I know. They never expect to find me in a smaller town. They usually assume I’m in a big town like New York or San Francisco."
"What I do like about smaller town is the landmarks. The little things that give the town so much character. Makes for perfect photography."
Talia raised her eyebrows in slight curiosity. "Do you hide from people often?"
Hyun was taken back by Talia’s answer. Dimir? Was that not the surname of the young man who she had helped a few days ago? “My name is Hyun Mae.” She held out her hand as a gesture of friendliness; she had learnt it was a custom here in America. “Dimir? I think I have met one of your family members recently - Brandon?” She could certainly see resemblance in regards their soul. Their eyes both glistened with purity and warmth.
Talia hesitated only a moment before moving her own hand to grasp Hyun's with a gentle grip. It was better to be perceived as weak than threatening. Nevertheless, she gave Hyun a small smile and let her hand fall back to her side. At the mention of her cousin, she felt her shy smile widen to one of pleasant surprise. "You met Brandon? He's such a sweetheart." Bringing her hand up to rub the back of her neck in slight awkwardness, Talia considered ending the conversation there and making her way home in the coming rain. Yet instinct made her want to reach out to the kind stranger and had her saying, "So where are you from?" A blush spread over her cheeks at her blunt question, realizing how rude it could have sounded. "I mean, everyone around here knows everyone, and I don't recognize you..." She let the sentence trail off before she managed to insult the girl any more.
A small smile spread across Jethro’s face as he caught her green eyes roll in his peripheral vision. Looking down at his glass, he saw it was empty and he flagged over Billie, ready for his second (of many) drinks of the night. His eyes traveled back down to the bar to the woman he let have a free drink. Suddenly he wondered if she assumed he was Scooter’s newest drunk, or maybe fingered him as Scooter’s newest bartender…which was the truth. Personally, Jethro was waiting for the right moment to slide in another comment, but the young woman beat him to it. “Well I can honestly say, winsome, you’re the first person that said thanks for a drink on the house. But maybe that’s because I’m an outsider.” Jethro raised his eyebrows suggestively, hoping his charm was adorable enough to pull off that last sentence without sounding too odd or creepy.
Talia's eyebrows raised high on her brow as she listened to his flirtatious words. She looked back down into the amber liquid that still occupied the glass before taking another drink. Keeping her gaze on the bar, she tilted her head in a slight acknowledgement but didn't move her eyes toward the stranger. "Winsome? I hope you're talking about my character or you'll have to find someone else to fill your bed tonight." Bringing the drink up to her lips once more, Talia finished off the glass and dropped it down onto the table with a gentle hand. She knew the men that occupied the bars of Bindlebrim, and hardly any of them held any good intentions. Although his statement of being an outsider had her intrigued, she briefly wondered if the man would even engage in a conversation with someone who wouldn't fall for his charm.
"Like I said, I’m traveling and looking. So, who knows how long I’ll be here. Maybe I’ll find a job. Besides, I like smaller towns."
"I’ve lived in both a small town and a big city. I like them both for different reasons."
"Oh, you'll find a lot in Bindlebrim. People just won't believe a word you say even with photographs."
"But you like smaller towns more?"
Hyun gave a soft smile. There was caution the girls movements; a telling sign that she knew of the supernatural population that haunted the Hallows. Hyun made sure to keep her posture tall, as she always did, and her eyes level with that of her companion. She would never intend harm upon a living creature, but of course trusting a vampire with such a promise is not something one should take lightly.”Yes indeed. Neither of us should stay out for too much longer, the battle with torrential weather is not one I wish to fight. May I inquire your name before we depart?”
Talia let out a loud and unexpected laugh at the girl's words. "I don't really think that's a battle anyone would be able to win." She gave the girl a small smile before continuing. "Nature is a force one would do best not to reckon with." Even if this stranger was a creature of the night, she posed no immediate threat to Talia. Although she still held her strong posture, Talia felt herself relax slightly. At the girl's next question, Talia cocked her head to the side in slight curiosity. The question alone helped her come to the obvious conclusion that the stranger was someone new to Bindlebrim. "Talia Dimir. And yours, if I may ask?"
The hospital basement was eerie and hearing an echo of a familiar and soothingly comforting voice did aid in battling his ever the present anxiety. Talia’s features before his vision would always be something to look forward to because in family did Brandon find strength. “Hey” he greeted her with a light smile that regardless of its honest vibrancy still looked as exhausted as ever. It didn’t matter that he was sleeping better than couple of months - even years - before, because you can’t just break a habit of being a decade long insomniac. Knowing very well just how capable his cousins were, he didn’t warn Talia of possible dangers of electricity because that’d be downright insulting to her intelligence and Brandon had witnessed it on more occasions. Quite a couple, actually. “Um, the electricity’s out on the first floor and I can’t figure which one of these little babies-…” he nodded at the numerous switches and wires. “-has something to do with it.”
A smile broke out over her face at the familiar sight of Brandon. "Hey," she gave the same standard greeting right back but with a lighter tone than she would talk to most, which included most of her family. She moved closer to the light he held and as a result closer to her cousin. Talia was half tempted to give him a hug, partly from the exhausted look he held and because of the absence of his presence for the past couple years. Of course, nothing said a Dimir family reunion like a dark and musty basement. Instead of falling to the urge of embracing him, Talia turned her attention to the lighted electrical box in front of the pair. She nodded along with his words as she studied the various switches, only some holding a neat scrawl of the location they affected. With her head still cocked to the side in curiosity, Talia reached out to flick a switch that held no instruction but seemed correct. She looked up at the ceiling to where the first floor would be, wondering if her educated guess was correct. "Is it the entire first floor that is out?" she asked as she bit her lip. If it was then it would take more than one switch to bring power back to the floor.
"Um, I’m doing a lot of traveling. I’m a photographer so I’m looking for jobs and such. You ever think of leaving Bindlebrim Hallows?"
Talia gave him a curious look with a furrowed brow. "You came to Bindlebrim for photography? Well, I'm sorry to say you probably won't find much here."
"No, not really. There's too much that needs to be done around here. Besides, I'd have no idea what to do in a big city."
Jethro’s eyes flashed to a pretty dark haired woman a few seats down. She looked sweet… too sweet. He took a single, unassuming breath and judged on her smell she was human. Not like that excused her from being a threat, the wolf was beginning to notice that the humans in Bindlebrim had more sturdiness to them that was almost enough to break your teeth by just looking. She definitely could break someone’s teeth, but she was sitting close enough to peek the wolf’s interest. The stranger didn’t move like a hunter, but that didn’t mean she was one. Plenty of hunters have learned how to camouflage their body language. Jethro’s fingers rapped gently on his glass of bourbon as he shifted his gaze so slightly toward the silk-haired woman, giving her a quick once-over. “Give her one on the house, Billie.” he said in return, not with too little feeling nor too much, and only the slightest inclination of acknowledgement from his head. Jethro generally didn’t act this way, normally he’d have her head spinning in drinks and cheesy but flirtatious pick-up lines, but tonight he felt like acting moody.
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Talia rolled her eyes as she noticed the man's eyes move over her frame. A scowl threatened to overtake her features at the man's observation, reminding her far too much of her latest encounter with King and how his eyes had lingered far too long on her body. This man at least kept the evaluating gaze quick. At the strangers words she mustered a small smile, hoping it would come across as shy rather than strained. The pain her in her leg was getting harder to ignore even as Talia tried to keep the discomfort from showing on her face. When the drink arrived, she tipped the cup back as the cool glass touched her lip and drained half the glass. A grimace pulled at her lips as the familiar burn of alcohol followed the amber liquid. "Thanks," she said in a voice just loud enough to hear over the din of the bar, acknowledging the stranger once again.
Jethro sat at Scooter’s Tavern at the barside, not interested in the Tavern’s offerings. They have themselves a great bourbon selection and that’s what all he was interested in. Sometimes he threw a few back and wondered if sitting in a stool and drinking the day away like a pay customer made him seem human. Sometimes he threw a few back and wondered nothing at all. But those days were slim. There was always someone needing looking after or someone needing righted or someone overstepping their boundaries. There was always something to be done around the house or to the car or for the pack. But his time to kick back at Scooter’s was few and far between, primarily because he didn’t have the free time to begin with. But that’s why he had supernatural senses that were his eyes and ears all over the town to keep him informed, and that’s the reasons he had three different voices running through his thoughts like a restless audience ghosts in the head of a soul-sucking succubus. Jethro took another swig of his bourbon and closed his eyes, tilting his head back slightly, just feeling the burn go all the way down his throat and make a home like a cast iron stove in the pit of his stomach.
Talia made her way to the bar with an air of purpose and confidence, despite the slight limp that hindered her stride. The last thing she wanted was some drunken idiot grabbing her, and the easiest way to avoid that was to give off a presence of indifferent superiority. When she reached her destination she took the first seat she could find, only sparing her neighbors a glance before turning to the barman.
Shooting him a friendly smile, she asked him for a drink with a quiet voice that matched the girlish features of her face. "Something strong." Talia needed something to dull the pain that was advancing up her leg with determination fiercer than her own. She looked over to her neighbor, a tall stranger, before turning back to the barman. "Whatever he's drinking actually." She waved her hand in the general direction of the stranger. "He looks like he's enjoying it."
"I got this!" the young witch mumbled out barely coherently with a flashlight between his teeth, pressing onto his tongue as he inspected the electricity boxes of the hospital. With the storm brewing, staff has asked for couple of volunteers to help them out with securing the building and equipping them for possible emergencies, and with couple of witches working in the hospital, Brandon couldn’t but come in to assure everything was going smoothly. Certainly, he could aid the institution in multiple ways in ways less than human and much faster than the staff itself could; if only he was enough of a male to actually know any stuff about electricity, because ya know, even if you want to electrify something magically, you gotta know what that something is. "Okay, maybe I don’t." he mumbled to himself before taking the flashlight in his hand and calling out loudly enough for his voice to reverberate through the dark basement halls. "Hey, can someone help me out with this?"
Talia heard a voice shout from somewhere within the blackened basement halls. Immediately turning towards the call for help, she felt the long curls of her hair brush over her upper back and shield the back of her neck from the cool, musty air. The voice was somewhat familiar, but remember it would be like recalling a movie lost in the memories of youth. She began to purposefully walk down the dark corridor, hoping that no obstacles were hiding in the shadows; the last thing she wanted to do was trip and make a fool of herself just as she had when she lost her torch. Letting her figures brush lightly against the wall as a guide in the dark, Talia let out a small sigh of relief when she saw the obvious light from a far off flashlight. "What did you need help with?"
