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Requested by: @vicehunt

[transfiguratiion-a]

@vicehunt liked for a starter !

Her parents hosting a fundraiser for a local highschool had not been especially surprising per say, What was is that they brought her along though they did say they just wanted her to come on stage with them for the speech and they she could just run off. Atleast they where transparent about it, For now they wanted her to stay in the main crowd.

though that didn’t really stop her from edging out toward the outskirts of the crowd with a glass of lemonade in hand she also sensed a soul with very tainted energies that she found interesting, Though lemonade came first.

[natterghast]

& HEADCANONS ;  xianne and jamie @vicehunt ➶-͙˚ ༘✶

● xianne & jamie ;  likely met in the most mundane way. despite both of their familiarities with the supernatural and  otherwise,  it doesn’t come up until their third or forth time meeting. ● xianne ;  has this soft side to her that comes out when she interacts with kids that initially surprises jamie. he learns that she wants kids of her own, but for unspecified reasons she can’t or won’t. ● xianne & jamie ;  eventually may talk about their respective fathers. xianne would joke about it of course, but her feelings are obvious — the anger especially. ● xianne ;  at some point starts dragging jamie out thrifting. half the time they never buy anything, but xianne seems to take delight in scouring through the cast off items; and she tries to persuade jamie to try on the most ridiculous clothing she can find in the store with her. starts small with sunglasses, then moves up.  ● xianne ;  generally pushes jamie into having fun. part of her philosophy of life is spending it and she readily reminds jamie to do the same. ● xianne ;  never bothers to remember jamie’s birthday. ● xianne ;  thanks jamie for his friendship at least once and changes the subject quick enough so as to not let him respond.

[inevoblivia]

Starter for @vicehunt​ 

Hitori had recently managed to score a position as a science teacher in this highschool not too far from where her and her brother were currently residing. By no means was she that passionate about teaching, but she thought it wouldn’t be too bad of a job to take on, and plus, not everyone got to get a job that they were necessarily passionate about. 

For right now however, she was currently meeting with other staff members in the school, getting to know everyone she was going to be working with beforehand. Some of the older teachers seemed more...unenthused about her given she was pretty young for a teacher, but she could’ve cared less. The school thought she was qualified enough, which was all that mattered.

“ So, you’re the vice principal of this school, huh? Nice to meet you. Name’s Hitori Yonaga. I’m guessing the principal already told you about me, though. ”

She had to say, this guy looked...she supposed handsome-ish on first glance, but she also got some pretty tense and serious vibes as well. She had a feeling already this probably wasn’t going to go that well. She didn’t care much though, she never cared about what people thought of her. And maybe she could have some fun annoying this guy. Gotta get entertainment somehow.

[hiraethtm]

@vicehunt​​​ asked:  ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ | random dialogue

the young hunter’s head turned towards the voice, eyes studying the older man. he was right in that regard that it was dangerous, but who was to say that he wasn’t a threat as well. even celestia, her faithful service dog, turned her head towards him. as long as there was no weapon on them, they didn’t need to lash out. just play the part of a normal teen.

❝ frankly, anytime of the day could be dangerous if you think about it. just depends how stupid or reckless people are. ❞ she commented, as they closed the journal of past premonitions to avoid any prying eyes.

even with all varying types of premonitions they get, from the calm ones to the worst ones, in the end they all matter in someway. that’s how they got here in the first place... but there wasn’t a good enough lead at the time.

well, maybe there could be some info from this guy? it’d never hurt to ask plus rowan could have an alibi if things go south.

❝ though, if it’s so dangerous... why are you out here? ❞

[natterghast]

@vicehunt STARTER ; (for mr. fowler)

when solar runs into the vice he's patrolling. there's a  less savory  sort of fellow a few rooms down, which has gotta be his purview. they don't have money, but if they  did,  they'd bet on it; they'd hung around long enough to see he's all business. solar parks their feline behind on the freshly mopped school floors, and  meows  !  dark eyes meet bright blue and orange heterochromia that reflects in the dim lighting. solar wags their little fluffy cat tail so hard their whole form wiggles where they sit.

now, telepathy tended to startle even folks that were used to the supernatural. undeniable. but solar couldn't rightly form words with a cat's vocal cords  either.  they give the man a slow, friendly blink and get right into it.

“well hey  !!  you know, I think I know what  you're  thinkin’. that guy's pretty mean, colors are  all  wrong. but everyone's gotta eat, and he's not eating people —-- just the   cumulative negative emotions  that gather around places like these.  you know ? ” solar's words are admittedly, utterly  rapid fired  from being thought rather than spoken aloud. call that  bolt-action telepathy.  “why, might be better to leave ‘em. got some nasty teeth, but nobody's here for him to hurt but you. I wouldn't want none’a that ! ”

[15-44]

@vicehunt sent : [  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars ( thinking related to what we talked about where jamie and gav had an Encounter in the past ? )

non-verbal prompts // accepting!

"This one here," a finger tapped at one of the many scars decorating his left arm, a long mark upon his skin. "I got it in a fight when I was..."

Ah, ages. Years. It's so hard to keep track of them in his mind. Said fight happened a good forty years ago now, when he was in his seventies... but he couldn't exactly say that.

After all, to Jamie, Gavner was only thirty-three.

( ... or did Gavner say he was thirty-two? Gah, how he hated trying to keep these numbers straight! He should really start writing these things down... )

"Twenty-seven, maybe twenty-eight? Knife fight outside of a bar."

Seated within the other’s living room, the conversation had shifted to focus on the prominent scars which covered him. If every scar is a story, then Gavner may as well have been a whole library, given just how many he had.

( A hundred years of rough living would do that to you. )

While he spared the gruesome descriptions from his neighbour who he lived just down the hall from, Gavner was more than happy to tell the tales of the marks that decorated his body — even if he did have to change a few details.

"...And these..." Gavner lifted the sleeve of his t-shirt up above his shoulder, fully exposing his upper arm. Criss-crossed in tiny hairline scratches and the remnants of a few deeper wounds — telling of scrapes and slashes, at least one telling of a good stab into his flesh — along with three scars which looked noticeably different.

( Bullets. Shot right in the arm - thrice, at that. )

"Well, most of these are just boring old scars from falls," a casual motion of his hand waved away any attention from the minor marks on his arm. “But... This one’s from a different knife fight, and this one here I got after snagging myself on some metal in a shed...”

He didn’t mind that Jamie was touching over his scars - their shapes were unique, the textures ever so slightly different - and there was no harm in such curiosity. “And those...” With a quirked brow, Gavner watched as the human traced a finger over one of the bullet scars, his biceps twitching at the touch. “Ah lord, how long ago did I get those...?”

[khaloymes-a]

@vicehunt | summer starter call!

It was the morning of a summer day, right before it started getting too hot. Johnnie decided it was the perfect time to go for a walk with his dog, especially since it was the weekend and he had no particular place to be—that’s what he recalled, anyway. Kugel was more than delighted to burn some energy and perhaps get a few pets from various strangers that they passed. Much to his chagrin, however, there didn’t seem to be too many people out and about this early.

Johnnie didn’t particularly mind how uneventful it was; it meant no awkward waves or small talk. He usually didn’t mind those things, but with his dog, it made things a lot harder. Kugel was energetic and highly excitable…which meant the second he finally saw someone, he started running after them. The poor journalist was left being dragged along by his pet as he hurdled after the figure he saw.

The closer they got, the more Johnnie started to panic, leaving him calling out to his dog and the man. Alas, he wasn’t able to stop Kugel from yapping and jumping on the stranger, having to take a moment’s rest to catch his breath. As he huffs with his hands on his knees, he weakly apologizes to him. “G-gosh, I am so sorry,” he begins, taking a particularly deep inhale before he looks up at the other man while adjusting his glasses.

“He’s-he’s usually better than this, I swear,” he continues, and as he recovers, he gently fusses at the canine and ushers him back. “Are you okay though?” He asks, turning his attention back on the stranger—or as Johnnie would call it—new acquaintance. “I know some people don’t like dogs and it’s okay if you don’t but…I hope this didn’t ruin your day.”