The Trickster

My name is Baron and I am a trickster. I run my own little slice of the after life and I try my best not to leave it. I don't particularly care for the living realm, but I try to make the most of it while I'm here. After all, where else am I going to find Cuban cigars? || Indie Roleplay Blog || Multiverse/ship || Tracking: voodootrickster || Mun & Muse of Age || Face Claim: Skylar Astin

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{On The Road Again} || {Baron/Presley} || {Closed}

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Presley scoffed and chuckled, shaking her head. “There is no way in hell that you’re going to drive my car. End of story.” she said with a small smirk at the corner of her lips. But she wasn’t happy in the slightest. In fact, she was terribly upset and honestly wanted to fuck something up beyond recognition. Preferably her own heart.

She heard his tone soften but she knew better. He was a Trickster. And that’s all that a Trickster could do. Trick. Lie. Cheat. Act. They were never really genuine, because it was nearly impossible for them to be genuine. She should have known. Nevertheless she played a long and shrugged her shoulders. “Could be fun.” she said with a slight smile.

The hunter let her eyes close as he stroked her hair, avoiding looking at his face. She turned in to him, draping her arm across his body, her eyes scanning the sheet. “Mmm, I’m feeling some Chinese. Sesame Chicken for me, and fried rice. And a Coke, actually no. I’ve got beer in the fridge.” she said as she made up her mind. 

All she wanted to know was if he’d ever be capable of feelings.

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Baron nods to her and reaches for the phone next to the bed, carefully trying not to break their embrace. He tries to order the food quick so he can get back to Presley, but he's immediately put on hold. "Got anything stronger than that?"  He smirks deviously.  "We can make late night tv into a very interesting drinking ga-" He's interrupted by the man taking his order.  

He finishes the order and strains to get the phone back on the hook,though he eventually manages. He settles back in, letting out a strangely content sigh.

"This all feels too normal, doesn't it?"  He muses, staring up at the water stained ceiling.  "Chinese food, beer, late night canoodling."  He grins and leans down to kiss her forehead.  "You get to escape for a bit.  Relax, maybe.  Though I don't imagine you ever relax."

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[voodoo-trickster]

{On The Road Again} || {Baron/Presley} || {Closed}

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"Of course." Presley snapped, her voice now suddenly emotionless. In a fraction of a second, Presley went from being sappy and full of emotion to her normal self. Cold, emotionless, reasonable. A hunter. She cleared her throat and looked down at her lap. She feels almost horrible to suddenly turn cold towards him.

It isn’t his fault. And she has to remind herself that. As he sank back into the bed, so she sat back as well. For a moment she stared quietly at the ceiling, lying next to him. She couldn’t do that to him, it wasn’t fair. She should have known better to begin with. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” she apologize, turning on her side to look at him.

"I just.." she sighed and let her eyes close. "I don’t know what I expected. But I’ll take what I can get." she said, a small, sad smile appearing on her lips. Wordlessly she scooted herself closer to him, her body pressed against his side. She draped her arm across his body and she let out a deep sigh. 

"I really don’t feel like driving right now," she mumbled.

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"Well..."  Baron smirks and snuggles next to her, relieved for the break in tension.  He doesn't know if he would've been able to handle much more of it.  "I can drive, you know." He winks, knowing very well she'll never let him drive that car.

"Or we can stay in..."  His tone softens, almost to a whisper as he moves a little closer.  "Order take out, watch some bad TV...try to be normal for a few hours."  

He sighs and strokes her hair, his face still apologetic from his poor attempt at letting her down easy before.  "Whatdya say?"  He smiles and reaches for the sheet with various restaurants and tourist attractions plastered on it.  "Chinese or pizza?"  He's trying his best to act, but he can feel his voice falter. There's still some undeniable tension, but he'll have to ignore it if he doesn't want to die.

[voodoo-trickster]

{On The Road Again} || {Baron/Presley} || {Closed}

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Presley smiled weakly at him, her eyes flitting up to his for a moment. She wasn’t sure how to feel at this moment. His words, although comforting, made her feel like he was avoiding voicing his own feelings. She didn’t want to tell him something like this, just to have him tell her that he doesn’t feel the same way. Rejection was her biggest, if not only fear. When his lips pressed against hers, she was nearly tempted to pull him into her, and show him her feelings. But she restrained.

Clearing her throat she looked down. “Baron,” she began, lip quivering slightly. Her green eyes met his. “I-I know you don’t mind me feeling this way, but..” she paused and took a shaky breath. “Look, I never ever do this kind of stuff. A-and I don’t want to regret telling you this if I don’t know how you feel about it too.” she said, looking down nervously. She was never like this, and it felt almost like she was a different person. 

"Just tell me how you feel. Please?"

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Baron opens his mouth to speak, but he can't find the words.  How could he?  This all happened so fast, he hasn't had enough time to make sense of how he feels.

"Listen, Pres..."  He sits up and sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.  "My...my species doesn't...it doesn't." He struggles and tenses up.  He's starting to feel frustrated with himself and it's beginning to show.  "We don't feel things the way humans do."  He finally manages to say, instantly regretting it.

"But I do feel something, Presley." He finally gains the courage to look down at her.  "There's something there and it's not quite mature yet, but it exists.  I know that doesn't mean much to you, but it means a lot to me."  He sighs, sinking back down into the bed and fearing what might come next.  "I'm sorry I can't give much more than that."

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I'm sorry about the unexpected hiatus!!! I had to take off for personal reasons and I was a complete dickhead for not making an announcement. I hope you guys will take me back. I'm sorry, again. :(

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Out of town for the weekend!

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|| Open Starter || Don't Do Sadness ||

Another perfectly good day wasted all because Baron couldn't bother to get his lazy ass out of bed.  He doesn't know what's wrong with him or even if there's anything wrong at all, all he knows is that there's a metaphorical growing hole in the pit of his stomach that no amount of booze has been able to fill.  There's one thing he does know--he doesn't do sadness.

He finally decides to take control of his life...or at least try to.  He leaves the house for the first time in two days and takes a walk along the pier.  The park is beautiful this time of night and generally empty, but not tonight.  He sits down on a bench overlooking the water only to see a figure sitting next to him.

"Oh...sorry, didn't see you there."  He goes to leave, but that would only be giving in to the isolation his soul craves right now.  "I've never seen you out here...I'm Baron."  He extends his hand towards the stranger, trying his best to smile.

[voodoo-trickster]

{On The Road Again} || {Baron/Presley} || {Closed}

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  Presley slid out of the car once they’d gotten back and she solemnly grabbed her bag and brought it in, tossing it to the floor carelessly. She noticed Baron flopping onto the bed and she crossed the room to her main bag, searching for something to change into after her shower. She looked over at him with a raised brow when he spoke. “Mm? Oh, yeah.” she said, looking back in her bag. “It’s not hard for me anymore. I’m used to it. This is…my life. I don’t ever get a vacation.” she said softly.

In all honesty, Presley wished for a reprieve. She wanted to be able to rest and relax and not have to worry about what creature was killing innocent people this time. She wanted to be able to walk on a sandy beach and lay out in the sun, go out and have a fun time. But none of that was ever possible for her. She had to keep going. People were dying all over the place. She couldn’t stop. And it made her sad, and it was part of the reason why she was so cold. 

"I’ll be right back." she mumbled before taking her things into the bathroom for another shower. This one was quicker, and soon she was out. But she had dressed in a pair of soft shorts and a tank top. She was tired. Walking over to where Baron was, Presley plopped herself onto the bed before curling up next to him. She let out a sigh. "What I’m about to do, I never do." she said, her voice a tone of warning.

The hunter looked up at him. “So, over the past few days I’ve…” she paused. “Learned a lot. And….felt…a lot.” she stopped and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to keep going. But she needed to. Opening her eyes, she spoke again. “I have feelings for you, Baron.” she said, her voice barely a whisper. She stared down, looking away from his face. She didn’t want to meet his gaze.

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For the first time in many, many years, Baron is left speechless.  Not because he didn't have anything to say, but because there's nothing to say. It's his job to think up pretty words and he can't even think of one.  He's blank. He's not used to having feelings confessed to him and, by the looks of her, Presley isn't either.  He needs to say or do something, otherwise he fears he may ruin whatever it is they have here.  He was too close to risking that last night, he's not going to do it again.

"This..."  He manages to find some words to make this work...at least he hopes so.  "This is something different, kismet if you're feeling dramatic."  He lifts up her chin to look at her face.  "And I don't want you to ever be afraid to tell me things.  If you're afraid to talk to me, who else is going to hear you?"

He strokes her hair gently and smiles with soft empathy, something he doesn't normally possess.  He presses his lips against her with gentle precision.  "Just don't be afraid to let yourself feel something. I've made that mistake too many times to make it again."

[voodoo-trickster]

{On The Road Again} || {Baron/Presley} || {Closed}

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Presley knew he was looking at her, and she honestly didn’t even care. She wanted him to. The more time they spent together, the more she wanted to tell him how she felt. The blonde laid on her back in the backseat and shimmied into a pair of jeans, getting them on and sitting up. She peeled off the blazer and blouse and tossed them to the floorboard, pulling on a tight Jack Daniels t-shirt. She slid out of the car and stood up next to Baron, pulling the random pins out of her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders.

She let out a sigh. “Back to the hotel, for now. Get rid of these clothes. Get a shower. Then we can hit the road and get some food. I don’t really know where to go right now. I haven’t heard of any cases lately. But we’ve got to get out of town.” she told him with a shrug of her shoulders. Presley looked Baron in the eyes, her mind in thought. With what she just said, she realized how sad it was that she really didn’t have a home. It started to make her said and she cleared her throat, looking down at her feet and then back up to Baron.

Wanting to cover up the almost-tears in her eyes, she grabbed his shirt in both of her hands and pulled him to her, pressing her lips roughly against his and kissing him with a sudden hunger. She let it go for a few minutes before she broke the kiss off, a small smirk. “That’s for saving my life. Thanks.” she told him before sliding into the driver’s seat. She nodded over to the passenger. “Getting in?”

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Baron can tell something is hurting her.  She does a fine job at hiding it, but he's very familiar with grief.  "Pres--"  He's interrupted by her lips and everything he planned on saying disappeared before he had a chance to get it out.  "Yeah...anytime." He clears his throat and slips into the passengers side. He cringes a little when he's a bit too rough on his arm. It'll be healed completely in less than a week for him, but he still needs to be careful with it.

They drive back to the motel in silence.  He wants to say something, but he knows she'll deny it.  She's not one to make herself vulnerable, he's learned that much in what little time they've spent together.  He's learned a lot about her, actually. It's strange how fast feelings can form when you've been on your own for centuries.

The second they arrive back at the motel, Baron flops down on the bed.  He knows he won't be able to rest for long before they have to hit the road, but he'll take what he can get.  Between the physical and emotional damage, he's beat.

"How the hell do you do this all the time?"  He groans and tries to move his arm a little.  "This is ridiculous.  There needs to be a hunter's appreciation month.  I'm thinking October."

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I've been a bit sick lately, so I've been flaky on my replies.  I'll be getting to them as soon as I can!  If you want to write with me, feel free to like for a starter or message to plot and I'll get going tomorrow!

[voodoo-trickster]

{On The Road Again} || {Baron/Presley} || {Closed}

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Presley smiled sadly at him. She put her hand on his back and patted him softly. “Sit on the hood. I’ll patch you up real quick.” she told him. She went around to the trunk of the car and opened it, digging around for the extensive first-aid kit she kept. Her wounds were already healing, she’d just have to clean up the blood. She brought the first-aid kit around to the front and set it on the hood next to him, opening it up. She pulled out a roll of self-adhesive gauze, disinfectant wipes, and some ointment to put on his arm. “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you came in. She would have killed me.” Presley said with an appreciative smile.

She pushed his sleeve up and out of the way and got out the wipes. “This may sting a bit.” she said before she began to wipe down his wound, cleaning the area of blood and other gross things. Once she’d gone through about two or three of those, she got the ointment out and put it on her finger, gently spreading it across the wound. “Feelin’ okay?” she asked him as she wiped the excess off on the gauze. She unraveled the roll and wrapped it a few times around his arm and pressed it tightly against the non-wounded part so it stuck to itself. 

Presley smiled. “There, all patched up. I’ll give you your bill later.” she said with a chuckle and a wink, packing the kit back up. She went back around and tossed it into the trunk and pulled out her clothes. “I’m gonna change in the back. Don’t look.” she said with another wink, climbing into the back of the car.

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"You know, I have fancy healing powers, too."  He cringes a little when she touches the wound, but in all honestly, the feeling wasn't all that unpleasant.  "It just...takes a bit longer."  He shrugs and looks at her nearly healed arm with envy.  "Tricksters weren't really built for combat.  Even if I did bleed out, though, I'd just come back...it's a very annoying process though, so I'd prefer not to."

He shudders when she spreads the cold ointment on his skin and squirms a little  when she spreads the bandage on, but she's done just as quick as she started. 

"No promises."  He says, turning away momentarily to look at his tattered shirt.  He sighs and peels the blood soaked fabric off, making it disappear.  He reaches into his bag in the trunk and pulls out a fresh t shirt.  "What's the next stop?" He says, stealing a glance at Presley without any shame.

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Two Have Called Upon The Angel

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          . : { + } : . The angel appeared before him, a gently smile on her soft features. “My name is Aedriel. Is there something that I can do for you?” she questioned lightly, happy to assist. 

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Baron looks up at the figure before him with a confused look on his face.  "Aedriel?  You're not the one I summoned..."  He shakes his head.  "But you'll do.  I'm looking for something, a ring blessed by angels...."  He sighs.  "You know what, you're not gonna be able to help me."

[voodoo-trickster]

{On The Road Again} || {Baron/Presley} || {Closed}

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Presley smiled apologetically. She didn’t feel too bad, but because it was Baron she did feel more remorse than usual. She looked down at her arms when he glanced at them and then she looked over at his. She let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, I’ve got a kit in the trunk. But my body actually heals itself now, so I won’t need much but to clean it. I’ll patch you up, don’t worry.” she told him with a small smile. Her arms were in some stinging pain, but it would be gone soon.

She raised her brow when he asked what the procedure was. She bit her lip and looked down at the body. “Well, since she’s a Kitsune, there’s no chance of her coming back from that, so we’ll just toss her body out back. Unless you’d prefer we burn her. We can if you’d like. Doesn’t matter to me.” Presley said, trying to cover up her lack of feeling towards the situation. A corpse was a corpse. It wasn’t a person any longer, and she wouldn’t treat it as such. Plus burning bodies was usually the burial reserved for hunters. You only burned demons when they were alive with the intent to kill. But she figured she’d give the choice to Baron.

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Baron just shakes his head. "No, no...whatever you usually do."  He follows her along for the clean up, helping her when she needs it, but staying out of her way for the most part. Not because he feels like he's intruding, but because he wants to see as little of that lifeless body as possible. Ten years would be long for a human, but compared to how long he's been on this earth already, ten years doesn't seem like nearly enough time to get over a lost love.

He tries his best to hide his remorse from Presley by laughing and making jokes about the ugly shrubbery, but his laugh has dark tones. As they walk back to the car, he looks down at his arm.

"You know, I don't know why I physically went in there, I could've just projected myself." He places some pressure on his arm with his hand.  "Guess I just wasn't thinking."