#kaystarter

[danteragnulf]

@dhcmpirs location: Wolfchella notes: kiss kiss

Dawg in You had just had their first performance which basically meant that Dante sang and played guitar while Connor played the spoons and Anders hit a drum he made every so often. Wasn't exactly groundbreaking work but it was fun and now someone had a concussion after Anders and Connor realized that the people shouting 'Play Wonderwall!' were making fun of the trio.

"Pretty terrible, right?" Dante asked playfully as he saddled his guitar across his back; the blonde was new, and looked kind of terrible but Dante was a sucker for exactly one manic fool who was prone to making bad choices. "We were shit, and if you say anything about Anders I'm throwing you over The Wall." That was his way of dispelling their last little argument when Dante had stormed out, so he could have a temper, nobody was perfect and his brother remained a soft spot to the lycan's ego. "The short hair suits you." Dante added as he ran his fingers over the bristly top, "I like it better than the long."

[thiefnathan]

@dhcmpirs location: Lupercal notes: dad's checking in

There was a lot of responsibility that came with this position and while he hadn't heard anything negative about Kay, that didn't necessarily mean that things were going well. Nathan had been rooting for him since day one, he believed in him, and he was hopeful for him. What that looked like wasn't up to Kay though, how the senator supported him and if he even could. Regardless of how the next couple of months were going to go though, the former Thief was always going to be in the dhampir's corner. "Hey guy," Nathan greeted with some familiarity as he gestured with his chin towards Kay, "How've you been doing?"

[thiefnathan]

@dhcmpirs location: Nathan's Office, Mutat Domun notes: boy ur in trouble

"Come in," Nathan said as he looked up from the notes he'd been going over, appearance characteristically a bit disheveled but nonetheless somewhat professional. He'd even started wearing a tie lately, it was loose, and his shirt was wrinkled, but it was all there. "have a seat Kay." The transition had already taken place, Cloe was on her sabbatical tending to... Everything she needed to tend to considering the ordeal that her and so many others had gone through. It was messed up to say but Nathan was glad Nabi hadn't lived long enough to get torn apart like so many of the others.

"Look kid, there's no easy way to say this but-" difficult conversations weren't fun, but Nathan reminded himself that not only was this for Kay's own good, but for everyone else's as well. Cloe had filled Nathan in, the drugs, the blood use, the mania, all of it. Nathan understood well enough that the role of a marshal was a difficult one, this last year couldn't have been easy, but as long as he sat in this seat he wasn't going to let anyone break what Cloe had worked so hard to build. "going forward you have two options, and I don't think you need to be told why." he slid two forms in front of the dhampir, the pale creature with hollowed out eyes that looked like he was about a breath away from death's door. "Either you take a leave for six months, go to treatment, get well, and then come back to work. Or you're out. Out of the house, and out of the senate: we can't have you here, not like this." Not when there were kids and every other halfblooded under the sun starting to run around. The blood trade was being heavily monitored and marshals would be keeping tabs on Kay regardless, but the end goal was the same, for the dhampir to get well.

[danteragnulf]

@dhcmpirs location: Necromanteion Tower notes: Post Prison Break, Pre Fall, they're just wandering around trying to climb up. Shenanigan coded.

Caked in dirt and... Well, Dante didn't really want to think about what else. The one witch from the Ivy coven had apparently brought a fucking gun into the prison and now they were- things had clearly gone to shit. Dante wasn't sure what he was supposed to do if Anders wasn't there to let him know, his squad had just been about tearing things apart, he'd never been a warrior. Give him a guitar and this white boy would have everyone singing kumbaya in no time but as far as Dante could see there wasn't a single strings instrument in sight.

"Kay-" Dante didn't really think about it before filthy lips pressed to the dhampir's, the blood sucker who'd gotten a bit too comfortable with the lycan's skin and damn near took a chunk out of him. "Fuck sorry -" stupid wasn't a word that Dante would use to describe himself, but if Kay was proof of anything it was that the lycan had a habit of sticking his cock in regrettable places. "You look-" Terrible, "I'm just glad you're alright."

[chrysacr]

@dhcmpirs location: Kay's place notes: the devil told him to cut his hair, this is before he went to Eichen House.

The truth was his friend wasn't really the heroic type, an addict and kind of a mess. Kay wasn't the type to save the day he was the guy that got killed cleaning his own gun. "It's not too late to walk away you know." Chrysaor had no interest in participating in the end of the world. People would die, a lot of them, the banshee could feel it. Doom seemed inevitable and if the big one was going to hit then Chrysaor preferred to walk towards it with his eyes closed, he was already dead, what did it really matter?

[renxfields]

@dhcmpirs​ location: the STREETS idk somewhere private enough notes: as discussed

“You’re the one with the demon blood fixation, right?” Renfield said, as straightforward as ever. He didn’t know how many, if any of the senate knew of his identity since The Eye had begun collaborating - but neither did he particularly care. “I understand the benefits, an exponential increase in power would be useful to a marshal. Just messy.” With drawbacks and its own set of addiction as well. “I manufactured something that might be of use to you.”

[thiefnathan]

@dhcmpirs​ location: Catacombs beneath Mutat Domun notes: kiss kiss fall in love

Even in its formative days the house had felt a bit more lively, Nathan supposed that was the deal with this place though. He felt bad, the thief had all but promised the senator that nobody would be able to get in - and they couldn’t - but that hadn’t stopped someone from getting at them from below. Nathan had changed the locks, now he was setting up wards as far down as they could get to keep something like this from happening again. “There’s your culprit,” Nathan commented as he kicked the shell casing of what the cambion was guessing had been the device that had killed all those halfbloods. One of several that had gone off around the city. 

[chrysacr]

@dhcmpirs​ location: Mercuralia notes: stydia

“We’re lost.” Chrys commented as they passed the same hedge for the third time in a row, he’d not put on all this leather to get lost among a bunch of florals. “just admit it, you got us lost.” The banshee couldn’t get stoned but he appreciated the process, getting high in a maze had started out as a great idea but then they’d genuinely not been able to find their way out.