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Oct. 11th, 2014 09:57 pmThree nights tracking the bastard to this city, three more spent watching the skies with care and far too much coffee to narrow it down to this block, and finally, some tricky work with a forged work order and a lot of careful phrasing to get access to this filthy old place.
Might as well give him a good show and a scare before bringing the wards out and dragging him back home.
In the darkness of the ancient, boarded-up attic, a match flared. Its small light illuminated nothing more than the cupped hand shielding it, until it was held to the bowl of a long-stemmed pipe, lighting the dried herbs packed neatly within.
The match shaken out, darkness returned, but a dim green-glowing smoke drifted from the pipe. Its holder took a slow draw, then exhaled, a great spreading cloud bringing dim light to the corners of the dusty room and the scent of burnt mint to the stagnant air.
As the mist billowed, sinking and creeping along the floor, so too did its light, until it illuminated a slim figure in an immaculately tailored suit, sitting easily on a pile of rubbish as though he had nowhere better to be and could wait there all night. One hand rested easily in a pocket, the other occupied with the stem of the long, gently smoldering pipe.
He also sat, as though by coincidence, directly in front of the boarded-over but, several careful moments' investigation had earlier shown, unlocked window, just where he could easily block the way of any creature attempting to leave the attic by that route.
A new attack almost every night. That's not just hunger; he's doing this because he wants his prey alive and terrified. Here's hoping he doesn't get to learn how dragon tastes. Just keep him distracted. Let the mist do its work.
The chrome-and-plastic license felt cool and familiar to Jade's touch, but he left it in his pocket for now. Bounty hunters who walked around flashing their badge before their prey was technically caught tended to provoke a strong response. They also tended to decorate the obituary section before too long.
On the positive side, unlike Jade, most hunters tended to look obviously inhuman on the job; that might help keep the quarry at ease until the mist took inescapable effect. On the negative side, he was hunting a maneater, and tap-dancing into a wolf den while wearing a suit composed entirely of beef was frowned upon as an effective wolf-hunting method for several good reasons.
Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained, and that silence had been dragged out long enough for dramatic purposes. Time to start talking.
"You know, that color combination just does not work for you at all. Did you take it off one of the girls? That cocktail waitress, maybe? I'm sorry, but chartreuse wool and glowing red eyes... It just doesn't bear thinking of."
Might as well give him a good show and a scare before bringing the wards out and dragging him back home.
In the darkness of the ancient, boarded-up attic, a match flared. Its small light illuminated nothing more than the cupped hand shielding it, until it was held to the bowl of a long-stemmed pipe, lighting the dried herbs packed neatly within.
The match shaken out, darkness returned, but a dim green-glowing smoke drifted from the pipe. Its holder took a slow draw, then exhaled, a great spreading cloud bringing dim light to the corners of the dusty room and the scent of burnt mint to the stagnant air.
As the mist billowed, sinking and creeping along the floor, so too did its light, until it illuminated a slim figure in an immaculately tailored suit, sitting easily on a pile of rubbish as though he had nowhere better to be and could wait there all night. One hand rested easily in a pocket, the other occupied with the stem of the long, gently smoldering pipe.
He also sat, as though by coincidence, directly in front of the boarded-over but, several careful moments' investigation had earlier shown, unlocked window, just where he could easily block the way of any creature attempting to leave the attic by that route.
A new attack almost every night. That's not just hunger; he's doing this because he wants his prey alive and terrified. Here's hoping he doesn't get to learn how dragon tastes. Just keep him distracted. Let the mist do its work.
The chrome-and-plastic license felt cool and familiar to Jade's touch, but he left it in his pocket for now. Bounty hunters who walked around flashing their badge before their prey was technically caught tended to provoke a strong response. They also tended to decorate the obituary section before too long.
On the positive side, unlike Jade, most hunters tended to look obviously inhuman on the job; that might help keep the quarry at ease until the mist took inescapable effect. On the negative side, he was hunting a maneater, and tap-dancing into a wolf den while wearing a suit composed entirely of beef was frowned upon as an effective wolf-hunting method for several good reasons.
Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained, and that silence had been dragged out long enough for dramatic purposes. Time to start talking.
"You know, that color combination just does not work for you at all. Did you take it off one of the girls? That cocktail waitress, maybe? I'm sorry, but chartreuse wool and glowing red eyes... It just doesn't bear thinking of."
