Nic Bernier

25 - Eternal

[jean-mercier]

Insignificant creatures such as yourself and the others that accompany the Fallen are simple to pinpoint locations of, the location of him is…hazy at best. Dizzying? Are you having a hard time keeping up? If so, let me make this really simple for you; you give me the location of what it is I’m looking for and you’ll get to go home to a nice warm bed after work. Continue to try my patience and waste my time and I’ll take you with me— as bait. It wouldn’t be long until someone came looking for you, perhaps even the Fallen himself.

Your choice.

[sineater-rumancek]

If you have that much trouble to begin with, I’d say it’s a bit redundant to stay in the same field of work. No? — Please don’t mistake my capacity, I understand what you mean. What I meant was, you waste a lot of time going around in circles and second guessing. Tate and I work together, he comes to my office. As his employer I’m not exactly privy to his address. It’s invasive.— See? That’s what I mean. You say you aren’t threatening and then you conjure up an image to make me nervous. How in christ’s name do you even know if I want to go home tonight? — Doubtful. We’re not too close.

After you.

[canadian-wendigo]

A slight smirk found it’s way to his lips, dragging them across soft exposed skin, blue eyes moving upward to glance at the expression on the blond’s face. "That is the point, isn’t it? It’s supposed to be a distraction." His own eyes rolled slightly, tongue darting out to tease at the skin beneath his lips again. His demeanor was calm though his false skin rippled with contained energy. For the sake of his company he’d limited his hunting, only going out when necessary—which to him was when he was practically starved. Of course the downside to behaving was that the amount of energy that was once used to run and hunt and kill now bubbled inside him half the time without release.

[sineater-rumancek]

Much as he might try to school his expression into one of apathetic disinterest for the instigator perched on his lap, Nicolae was at a loss. His body tended to teeter on high strung, and Rune’s presence alone was enough to coil an uncomfortable heat in the pit of his belly. “Picking up a few pointers from Bishop are you? He plays just as dirty when his food bowl’s running low. " In spite himself, the pads of slightly calloused fingers trailed along the delicate protrusions of the brunette’s spine as he gave a little tilt of his head to inspect the unnaturally handsome face.— Twenty years. Christs. He’d exceeded his own expectations in so far as the word ‘commitment’ went.

[canadian-wendigo]

So? Now it’s time for a mandatory break. — I insist.

[sineater-rumancek]

“Can you maybe not do that thing with your tongue? It’s making it a bit difficult to focus." There’s a mildly exasperated quality to his tone, as he shifts in place in the swivel chair. They both aren’t exactly the smallest in so far as gangly limbs are concerned…and his hands are already wandering of their own accord. Dipping underneath impossibly soft cotton fabric, to trail little circles along the brunette’s back. Impatience is a new thing where the wendigo is concerned.— He’s a predator after all.

[canadian-wendigo]

You’ve been working for three hours now, if you haven’t gotten any work done by now that’s your own fault.

[sineater-rumancek]

I’m half way done on my seventh report. Jesus. --Rune, don’t…I need to…mmph.

[sineater-rumancek]

I’m not gonna get any work done…Am I?

[jean-mercier]

Invasive. Your line of work must be invasive as well, considering we do the same thing, do we not? We get orders to hunt something down and we do so—by any means necessary. Don’t be hypocritical. — I’m not interested in courtesy, I’m interested in getting my job done. I don’t exactly have time to keep watch over one little bug that got away. He’s done rather well—hiding you all away from sight. Up until now that is. — I’m not asking you to give me the miscreant, I’m simply asking for it’s location. Don’t flatter yourself. If I wanted to threaten you I’d simply turn a few of your bones to dust or liquid, you have two-hundred and six…I’m sure you could do without three or four.

[sineater-rumancek]

I try to help first, hunting is a last resort. Not all creatures and beings are unredeemable. — The fact you think I’d go out of my way to help you after you barge into my office…Is a bit much don’t you think? Especially if we’re as traceable as you say we are. — And I’m telling you not to drag me into your familial issues. I have enough of my own. — Do you always contradict yourself so often? It’s a little dizzying.

[jean-mercier]

I wasn’t implying, I was stating a fact. — This is not a social visit, and thus I see no need to show politeness. You’re not a fool, don’t act it. You know exactly who I’m talking about. A man in your position would be wise to give me what I’m after, who knows what damage I could cause to your preciously guarded town searching for my bounty.

[sineater-rumancek]

Whatever it might be, it’s invasive. — It’s common courtesy down on earth, gets you a lot farther. Flattering as your reassurance might be, you’re a celestial. Exactly when did you misplace your own kind? Aren’t omnipotent beings supposed to know: Just cause? — I can’t give you anything that doesn’t belong to me. As for threatening me with destruction? Take a number, I’ve got an apocalypse scheduled for Thursday.

[jean-mercier]

You there—yes, you. I’m looking for the location of something by the name of Tate. Don’t try and tell me you don’t know either, you’ve been close to him, and recently. You stink like him.

[sineater-rumancek]

Excuse me? — It’s a bit impolite to go around implying someone smells…And I know a lot of ‘things’ named Tate. Would you like to be a tad more specific?

[canadian-wendigo]

We played Life the last time, I’ll have you know, not monopoly. Monopoly takes too long to finish, people who like that game need a reality check. Nonsense, it’s not all I’ve got. But considering you’ll be recovering from a bullet extraction it’s about all I’m willing to do. — That would be ideal, perhaps even glow in the dark considering the hour. You might not be very happy but I would get a very deep satisfaction from it, that’s not an excuse. — You’re a rude little brat, you know that? — Usually you don’t have a problem with waking me up, specially if it has to do with me plowing you face first into the mattress. I think bullet wounds are a better excuse to wake me than sex… You’re completely hopeless. I don’t understand how you’ve managed to last this long.

[sineater-rumancek]

That’s not really any better is it? I warned you Addie and her boyfriend were pretty formidable. That sounds suspiciously like the words of a reformed junkie. Weren't you pretty fond of it not too long ago? — Is it really Mother Theresa?  Because I remember being in worse condition and your hands wandering well enough. — That too, maybe with big bold letters on the side… It caught them by surprise, the whole fire thing, I suppose I could understand where they’d see it as something ‘demonic’— And you’re crotchety. Pretty sure you like me this way just fine. — Only you would complain about being awoken with a blow job. You looked a little worn out, I thought it could wait…Not like I’m gonna hemorrhage. And as rhetorical as that question may be? It’s probably the fact I’ve avoided decapitation like the plague. — Now, do you mind digging it out?

[canadian-wendigo]

With the damage you and your lot have a tendency to do to this body, I actually need that beauty sleep, thank you. I’m not a freak like everyone’s favorite little titmouse. I’ll shave off your eyebrows in your sleep. — I think any type of box would be acceptable, in a spot easy to see and grab would be preferable. Yes, and they’re lucky I don’t go after them and scoop out their frontal lobe for being so defective. — Don’t you shush me. You’re hardly fine, look at yourself. — Five hours? And why didn’t you come to me sooner? You’ve probably made it worse by leaving it in there for so long. I hope you at least covered it.

[sineater-rumancek]

Maybe it’s time to lay off the monopoly Hmn? You can’t blame them for being over zealous when you’re the bank. I mean it’s fitting and all…But other games exist. Thats all you’ve got?  — Sounds like a decent idea, maybe a neon box. So it’s easier to find. I wouldn’t be very happy if you did, they saw me bring down a creature and well shit happens… — Too late, I already did. Mmhm — You were sleeping, besides it’s not like it’s in any danger of migrating towards any major organs... You mean besides with my shirt?

[canadian-wendigo]

Wow, it speaks the language. I’d think you of all people should know what sarcasm is by now and be able to recognize it. Don’t you dare. — We really need a better place to put these things, especially if you’re going to become accident prone like this— Ah. Found them. True enough, claws are a little easier to maneuver around, of course if you’d just dodged the bullet— Fuck, Nicolae. Exactly how long has this bullet been in there?

[sineater-rumancek]

Remind me to wake you from your beauty sleep more often…You’re all sorts of delightful. Or what?  -- A first aid kit seems the most logical. They were nothing more than terrified children hiding behind what they thought were blessed weapons Rune. — Shhh, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. — Five hours maybe? I can’t exactly reach it.

[canadian-wendigo]

Right, of course. Not too deep or anything, only a couple inches. — Course I can. It’s just not going to be pretty nor is it going to tickle. — Where did we put the gauze from the last time you got yourself banged up?

[sineater-rumancek]

Was that sarcasm just now? I can make sure to accidentally bleed all over your favorite sheets, before you patch me up. — Try the second drawer to your right. I think you shoved them in there last time— At least it’s not forceps. I really fucking hate those.   -- Hold on, need to sit, room just went ‘whoosh’.

[sineater-rumancek]

It’s not nestled in too deep. — You can dig a claw in right ?

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