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joslynxc:

She took a step back as if that small stretch of space would ever allow Joslyn to escape with her life. The hunter certainly had a proven reputation to deny any possibility of the werewolf outsmarting her twice. To have slaughtered the entirety of her small pack within the blink of an eye, to know that Joslyn was to blame for leading them all to slaughter. For entrusting the woman who had sheathed her weapons and put on an alluring disposition all to destroy her life and all those she had come to admire. “I—” Her mouth had went dry, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her palms. With all that Chris had taught her she had never done her part in fully accepting her beastly counterpart. The part that could perhaps save her in moments like these, instead of focusing on obtaining a gun – of becoming Beck’s equal as if she ever had any sort of knowledge of such hunter world at all. “I guess you just keep surprising me,” she sickly breathed out, such wave of nausea rushing over her. It was as if the air had thinned and she was scrambling for that final intake of breath that could help save her damned life.

A humorless chuckle graced sharp vocal chords, the hunter’s amusement growing with every stitched nerve that sewed themselves into a rather comical mask of pure terror on Joslyn’s face. Like a deer trapped in menacing headlights without any sense of direction towards where to flee; safety didn’t exist in Red Creek. "Life might be a little easier if you start expecting the unexpected.” Or in this case, entirely obvious since Beck would never be the kind to allow someone hunted across two different continents to simply slide by without acknowledgement. “You look nervous, babygirl. Worried I might gut you right out in the open? Don’t panic--- I never did like an audience.” Solitude had always been more her style and the dramatics of disemboweling a super in plain view of the whole town were better reserved for the less confident in her trade. As entertaining as it might have been to leave a potent warning to the rest, she preferred a more subtle venture when on her own. “You still haven’t answered the most important question: did you miss me?”

#c: joslyn

zxkecallen:

There was already too much going on for Zeke to even consider the possibility of having this conversation, least of all with Beck. They were nothing more than passers by who worked the same jobs, the same town and every now and then crossed paths when necessary. They held the same side to every coin thrown in a hunt, they came out on top every single time regardless of consequence or action, and without doubt they believed much the same when it came to supernaturals – and perhaps the fact that he without doubt agreed with everything she could throw at him, he couldn’t swallow back the notion of the woman waiting for him at home. A woman that held the power of everything he might have ever been against at her fingertips, the heir to the mercier coven, however desecrated it was, that power was hers and sometimes the thought of it alone made his stomach churn with distaste. Instead, he laughed, hollow and eerie as it held no humor whatsoever, “If i’m setting the precedent then nobody’s making much of a fucking effort to improve.” As far as he was concerned, he was still one of the very few hunters in town worth their salt, regardless of who he went home to. “I don’t owe you any kind of fucking explanation,” he growled out past his own frustration, “but the day this becomes more than a fuck I’ll hand you my own fucking gun.” It hurt to spit out, tightened in his chest, but he didn’t care — admittance over going against his every belief growing up would never be as easy as claiming his own nature over and over again.

Truth be told, aside from Bonnie and Tripp, the hunter didn’t much care for the majority of her own. Approaching them in the forest became similar to passing someone in the hallway of an office, pairing up on a hunt equated to a group project; they were all just coworkers in several ways. "You won’t find me disagreeing, but that doesn’t change what’s fact. People follow the best of the best.” Despite her lack of emotional attachment to the majority, when dirty laundry came to light it had a knack for tarring the whole group of them with a similar brush and Beck adamantly refused to watch the reputation of hunters everywhere slither down the drain. “Well thank the gods above. You’re completely fuckin’ stupid, but at least this has worthwhile advantages.” Canting her head to the side, she offered him a wicked half-smirk, still testing for chinks in the armor--- in his claim. “Congrats, you’ve got yourself a pretty little nuclear warhead. I mean, bagging a Mercier? That’s quite the haul, Callen.” Because of course she knew, the pieces had slotted together from the very moment Bonnie Dragov assembled the words dead coven and New Orleans. “If I weren’t so disgusted at the whole idea, I might actually be impressed with you.”

#c: zeke

joslynxc:

@rosexbeck;

“I thought —- you…. died.” It was a naive thought to think that of even the Talbot manor being destroyed could take down Beck of all people. The news that there had been casualties had been enough for Joslyn to feel nauseatingly relieved if only for a moment. She had never been one to wish death upon anybody, even that of those who had slaughtered her pack, even of those who had manipulated and hurt her. After all, when she had accidentally killed her step father it had sent her into a flurry of guilt ridden tears. To wish death on one out of revenge or even out of accidental rage was not something the werewolf could stomach. And so to see the hunter who had destroyed the entirety of her life in Italy alive and seemingly well — it twisted a sick and sudden feeling of relief in her stomach. Even though it’d have been quite ironic for Rose Becker to go down in flames amiss the house of werewolves she was trying so hard to destroy.

The timid voice couldn’t have been misplaced if Beck tried, her familiarity with its cadence and timbre almost criminal and most assuredly hypocritical considering recent aggravations. "Is that disappointment I hear?” The hunter pivoted slightly to face her supernatural counterpart with a half-smirk adorning usually stoic lips. A haze of memories from Italy whispered in the back of her mind like the gentlest of fog that she didn’t dare peer into--- for fear of staring her own sins in the mouth. Lines had been crossed which even she couldn’t deny and the only witness to her slip stood before her; breathing, living, existing despite every inclination to remove such a threat to her reputation. “C’mon now... Did you really think it was that easy to get rid of me?”

#c: joslyn #when will ur otp ever

bcnniex:

“Yes, but not all pretty boys are worth the regret in the morning, that’s my motto in life. Oh don’t act stupid, we both know that he’s willing to kill anything or anyone that comes near Hailee but both of them are to pussy to say shit about it. You could cut the tension in the air when both of them are in a room,” she stated before wrinkling her nose. Despite the words that poured out of her mouth, Bonnie craved that kind of attention once again her life, someone to look at her as though she was their entire world and would die for her if they had the choice. The moment that the second question entered the room, a moment of hesitation moved through Bonnie although her face just read as though she was thinking, pressing her lips together before shaking her head from side to side. “Not well, at least not yet. I’m slowly getting into the comfortable stage with her, but she still knows that I’m a hunter so it’s not entirely easy to get all the information at hand. Why? What are you thinking, Becks?” Shifting her weight, Bonnie stood up straight again as she heard her mothers voice in the back of her mind, telling her that she was doing this because it was her calling, as much as she loved Lenny, she was still a damned witch, and much more dangerous than Bonnie knew. “I won’t end up like King, promise.”

"I wouldn’t know. I’m not acting stupid, I’m acting aloof to find out what you know... Which is more than I do. You really think he talks about this with his sister? I think Derek would rather slit his own throat than have me get involved with his love life, but that’s good to know.” As close as Beck considered herself with Derek, there would always be facets of one another’s personal lives chosen to be kept away from the other sibling. Open prying wasn’t in her nature, so it boiled down to whomever could provide enough details as a third party perspective. “She’s not stupid enough to show you all of her cards at once if she knows what you are. I’m thinking there’s only one coven worth noting from New Orleans that’s died in recent memory... And the problem runs deeper than Callen’s bed.” A Mercier witch wasn’t only dangerous when left to their own devices with dark magic at their disposal, but potentially as power hungry and nefarious as she recalled from word of mouth stories. A deal with them became a deal with the devil himself and their influence seeped into the ground like a cancer, spreading until they became nearly impossible to extract. “Holding you to that, you know.”

#c: bonnie

x-finley:

“Nearly everyday of my life; but I’m working on it. – you’re a hunter, aren’t you?” Probably not the smartest question she should have asked but Finley always had a problem with sticking her foot in her mouth.

"You should try observation.” With the posed question lingering in the air between them, Beck’s attention honed in on the brunette in front of her. Well... Now they were certainly getting somewhere. “Did the charm give me away? I think the real question here is---- what the hell are you? I normally don’t love playing this game, but I can make an exception for you.”

#c: finley

natxmercer:

“That’s one way to think,” She said dryly, her nose wrinkled as she looked around and saw how Rose was ready already. Her brows lifted in surprise when she asked her about joining them tonight. The idea she had thought about earlier about having an early night had managed to disappear right in front of her when the question was asked, “How is Derek?” It had been a while since she had last seen him, throughout the chaos and work at the station she didn’t get out much. “Yeah, is it the usual?” By that, she was really just inquiring if Clark was going to be joining, after their last interaction she didn’t know what ground they stood on.

"Should I even ask why you don’t agree?” Teasing, though it held a bit of truth below the surface. At the inquiry towards her brother, Beck could only lift her shoulders in a noncommittal shrug. “Still a piss poor shot, but he’s improving. Other than that... Same old, same old. Still harping on some girl and being a pain in the ass.” The last bit amused her to no end, as any older sibling would be at the prospect of their younger one attempting to close on their crush. “Just me.” Her usual now exclusively involved people with whom she could stand for more than a few minutes. Sawyer’s position by her side had temporarily been replaced with Zeke, but now... Solitude always suited her well, she decided. “When’s the last time you went out?”

#c: natalie

zeck - misc

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Beck?? Again with the hair, it’s longer. And boys take short showers.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Zeke he loves dogs.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Never.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Probably to not rip each other’s throats out....

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Neither one?? They gotta be up early to hunt. Maybe Zeke because apparently he’s always drinking now :) :) :)

Who plays the most pranks? - Beck might on occasion, but they’re both so grumpy and serious.

@zxkecallen

#c: zeke #Anonymous

Ronnie + cooking.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - They order takeout literally all the time.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Bonnie lmao.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Beck because she’s the responsible one.

How often do they bake desserts? - NEver????? WHy???!

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Burgers forever tbh.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Bonnie!! It would be cute and Beck would pretend to be all weirded out, but lowkey touched af. She has emotions sometimes.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Beck because she doesn’t wanna fucking cook.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Both tbh. It’s a joint venture.

@bcnniex

#c: bonnie #Anonymous

Roslyn + General.

General:

How long will they last? - Probably not long because Jos will not put up with Beck’s stupidity about it all and general grumpiness. She deserves so much better lmaoooo.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Very slowly and then all at once before either one of them can take it back.

How was their first kiss? - Surprising, quick, deliberate. Beck initiated.

@joslynxc

#c: joslyn #Anonymous

bcnniex:

“Let’s face it, they probably wouldn’t be able to get a human to sleep with them, and if they did they probably would cry because they were too clingy. At least your brother is trying to fuck another hunter,” Bonnie stated with a small chuckle before crossing her arms and turning herself to look down at Becks. It was a new thing to the Dragov, going out on a hunt with someone that wasn’t Tripp or Zeke, but with the recklessness that was coming from Tripp and the clearly unstable state of Zeke, it seemed like the best scenario to avoid both males at the time. “Lenore?” She asked quietly before shrugging her shoulder slightly. “Hasn’t really opened up to me that much, she is known to keep secrets well because I had amount the same amount of information as you about the whole Zeke and Lenore thing. Although I think I remember a story about her coven dying in New Orleans? I’ll get more info to you by next week,” she said quietly before tilting her head. “I’ll give you the gun to shoot me with if I ever fall for a fucking super again.”

"They’re pretty boys, human girls will always fall into their laps --literally-- without a lot of effort on their part. Is that so? Which hunter has my baby brother got his eyes on now?” Though it wouldn’t take much for Beck to guess, she knew her younger sibling better than perhaps anyone in the world, and Hailee had always been the apple of his eye. “Lenore, Lenny, whatever the fuck she goes by; I’ve heard different things.” Most of the information didn’t raise any alarm bells for the hunter beyond what she expected, until Bonnie half-mentioned something about a dead coven. New Orleans witches weren’t just useful due to their affinity for older versions of the craft, but also dangerous because they more often than not toyed with arts that should be left alone. And only one exceptionally powerful coven had perished from there in recent memory... Which begged the question, “How close are you to this girl? How well do you really know her?” A Mercier witch. Every ounce of her intuition screamed it, but Beck needed the final confirmation. “Don’t tempt me--- I’d rather put you out of your misery than have you end up like King.”

#c: bonnie

x-finley:

“What? Nooo, don’t be ridiculous ; wrong place wrong time you know?” the petite brunette had been very fortunate when it came to being hunted, something she hoped would stay that way. “So – nice day huh? Blue sky, birds chirping .. yeah.”

"Has anybody ever told you that you’re a shitty liar?” Not that Beck had time to question precisely which part the girl spewed falsehoods over, but she didn’t boast herself as a true threat or even a worthwhile game. “Real fuckin’ peaceful--- do yourself a favor and don’t come this far into the woods. There’s all sorts of dangerous individuals out here.” And she didn’t mean the werewolves or vampires.

#c: finley

x-lyra:

Were those words spoken to her specifically? Course they weren’t — the hunter would never admit to actually talking with the original, but there Lyra was once again to overhear such things spoken in frustration and perhaps something else. “How difficult it must be to be the only hunter with a brain.” the vampire interjected as she approached the brunette whom she did consider rather intelligent all things considered — and there was only one other hunter Lyra actually liked.

"It’s not a walk in the park, that’s for sure.” She muttered bitterly at the Original’s side comment, already in a foul mood which only seemed to worsen at the sight of this particular menace. “You need something, Carmikael? Or have you just come to buzz in my ear like the mosquito that you are?” Sliding into her jacket, Beck hardly spared the other woman a glance as her trigger finger itched ever so slightly. The desire to find solace in the midst of blood and violence was quickly becoming overwhelming to the hunter; she needed out of town and she needed it now.

#c: lyra #ohhhhhh issa otp

clark-r:

“Yeah, well, the supposed difference only fuckin’ matters when we can hunt. And it seems everything has been dry as all hell here lately.” Clark gave a shrug, not really caring about the whole aspect of treating all supernatural’s as if they deserved a death wish. If he could have his little sister alive and as a werewolf, he’d learn to fucking live with it. But, she hadn’t survived the bite and maybe it was for the best. “Why — ‘cause they’re getting laid?” The male knew it was much more serious than that, but he still held his tongue.

"We can hunt whenever the hell we want, you don’t need a ribbon cutting ceremony to get out of the bar and back into the game. Dry is a matter of perspective, I see plenty of fair opportunity everyday.” She had been groomed from childhood to view all supernatural as nothing more than an infestation, vermin which required removal by whatever means necessary. Being able to develop a genuine connection to one? Being able to look past what they were? Unfathomable. “Yeah, that’s my fuckin’ problem--- the pair of them getting their dicks wet. Don’t play stupid on the real issue here.”

#c: clark

zxkecallen:

The truth was, he didn’t have anything to say to her. To anyone. He didn’t owe anyone explanation, he didn’t owe them shit. Why Beck thought she had any right at all to make comment on his life choices was anyone’s guess considering he and Beck were never too close; kept at arms length as he did most people. Added to that, she apparently only felt the need to step in an open her fucking mouth when it benefit her blazing bullshit attitude, yet she’d been nowhere to be seen in the days following their mutual contact beating him to near death. Just like everyone else in their god forsaken town, she never had anything to say until she had a chance to run her fucking mouth about everything she knew nothing about. He didn’t ask to be here, and he’d done everything fucking possible to avoid it for as long as he could, but recent revelations in his life made it all the more difficult to find solace in his own; the same as those that had been tricked into murdering his parents. “You fucking done?”

"---Haven’t decided yet.” It all boiled down to whether or not Callen would listen to reason before he inevitably ended up in the same condition as their former friend: a hunter turned vampire, eternally latched to his Original lover through an abomination of a child. While the duo weren’t exactly forthcoming about their lives or emotions, nor did Beck consider them to be anything a shade darker than amicable, Zeke had always stood out in town as the hunter most similar to herself. Unrepentant, merciless, and steadfast in the oath to which they had all sworn themselves. Yet if even he were able to be swayed, knocked off kilter by one of the supernatural vermin to the point that something honest and true blossomed between them... It signified an unfathomable possibility that such a prospect was equally possible for Beck herself. And that she would not tolerate. “If this is just a fuck, I’d rather you own up to it and we can move on with minimal judgement. If this is something else, I need to know how fuckin’ far you’ve fallen down this shithole. People look up to you around here, Callen. Don’t ask me why. But you set a precedent for every other hunter in town; what you do the rest of them follow.”

#c: zeke

prescotttalbot:

“Depends on how you’re going to define this whole having a brain standard,” Prescott commented as he picked up his coffee and keep on sipping. Perhaps this whole getting away and coming back had made him a tad bit more social. After all, that was what everyone in this town had been bitching about when he had been here. That and the fact that his girlfriend – his ex-girlfriend, managed to become bimbo. Love truly did blind people; that was the excuse that he was going to roll with.

"Anyone who doesn’t associate with the likes of you or your family, that concise enough?” Any hunter worth their salt knew precisely who each member of the Original families were, present or unaccounted for, their faces would forever be ingrained in her mind. “My standard involves people who know what’s vermin and what isn’t. Speaking of, I heard your sister finally popped out her little half-blood gremlin with her vampire boyfriend a few months ago. You must be very proud.”

#c: prescott

x-finley:

“Doesn’t matter where I go; someone’s always firing something” perhaps not directly at her, though word got around town quick enough for everyone to know the Darius family were wolves – it was time likes these that Finley forgot she had to watch her back, with her family out of town and her closest friends away also, she was the only one who could watch it. The wolf took a few steps back eyeing up all the weapons that seemed to scream her name. “I’ll survive – maybe. Fingers crossed?”

"Funny--- same here. Though that begs the question: they got a reason to fire at you, kid?” Granted, Beck’s experience with gunfire usually involved unloading bullets herself or listening to the satisfying sound of her current hunting companion do so as well. “You don’t sound very confident.”

#c: finley

charminglysinful:

( “Feisty. You’ve clearly got an axe to grind… but you’re going to have to join the queue.” )

"I prefer smart. A thousand years worth of enemies? Now who could’ve predicted that... It almost makes you wonder just how many of them are coming up with clever little ways to put you in a box.”

#c: noah

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