Athanas
You needed someone to blame, so you cast it on me.
Jacques was angry. You would probably know if you were around him, given that he was never some sort of masterclass at concealing his emotions, but this time, he had a somewhat sensible reason.
His lieutenant had fucked off on his own. Without backup, warning, planning, or intelligence. Just one man and his fiery sword, riding off into the sunset. Erm, proverbial sunset, that is, since the actual sunset had gone the way of the dodo in this here city.
A most inspiring display of bravery! And initiative! And conviction! And all the other things he was sure everyone back at HQ would say once they heard about it. Jacques disagreed, and disagreed strongly. The creatures they were fighting were potent and vicious. Brute strength was most certainly not the damn way to go about it, especially when you held rank, when your death would seriously hinder the organization!
Jacques sighed and tried to calm himself. It was alright. Nobody said being the sole bastion of intellect amidst a sea of stupidity was supposed to be easy. You just have to make a lot of contingencies.
The spyware he had very helpfully planted in his superior's phone did allow him to, at least, have an easy time tracking him down. The sounds from the microphone were sadly muted, given that he kept it inside of a pocket, but it was still enough to tell him that he was in a public place. Okay, joy. Bloodsuckers and Monsters would have a harder time getting to him there. He just needed to get to him, give him his findings, and then politely suggest he ask for some backup next time.
Still, it was entirely possible everything would go completely tits-up, as they say. And in those cases, it was a great idea to have a Plan B ready.
A very lethal, regenerating Plan B.
Although she creeped him out to no end, given her ability to completely nullify any and all attempts to keep track of her, he couldn't deny that she was incredibly effective at what she was supposed to be doing. Perhaps that was the reason as to why he'd never tried to kill her. Either that, or his inability to get any kind of plan that would result in her death above a projected success rate of 71%.
Wiping the thought out of his mind, he quickly shot her a text, hoping she'd have remember to keep the phone he had given her.
Night's getting interesting. Nothing concrete yet but you might be needed at some point. How's the Calendar look like?
-S. T. Ranger
Of course, this was only if the current night got worse. He had almost made it to Tom, and so far everything seemed quiet. Just a little bit more and he'd be able to prevent any idiocy-
Then he heard the distinct sound of someone getting up, the music getting more and more faint, a door opening.
Oh fuck.
He started to run, foregoing his usual meticulous sweep of the area for a dash. He almost groaned as he heard the lieutenant speak utter platitudes, more than likely giving away his position to the enemy before he could take advantage of it. Jacques heard sounds of fighting, of flesh meeting steel, the ignition of flames...
He rapidly turned the corner, four pieces of rebar suddenly rising to hover ominously to either side of his head, ready to save his superior-
Oh.
He was fine. By his calculations, there was only a 38% chance of this occurrence, odds that he would most definitely not risk himself. He let the rebar fly, venting his frustration by nailing the undead body to the ground, expertly avoiding hitting the other Hunter despite their proximity. The vampire writhed but weakly, already grievously injured by the fire and the holy water.
"Would it fucking kill you to make a concrete plan before you rush alone into possibly enemy territory?" He groaned, unable to hide his frustration, his unnerving presence only worsening his tone.
However, he quickly got himself under control, and sighed, leaning up against a nearby wall and finally doing a cursory check of the perimeter, to ensure no further surprises were in store.
"Apologies, Sir. I simply wished to deliver you this dossier with my own findings related to the investigation, and when I was told of your whereabouts...I could not help but worry. Evidently, my concern was justified."
From his backpack, he drew a folder detailing what he'd managed to gather so far, holding it up. "I leave the honors of interrogation up to you, Sir. Just let me know if you want the metal to...hurt more." He added, unable to conceal a vicious grin.
zlexis SweetRose
His lieutenant had fucked off on his own. Without backup, warning, planning, or intelligence. Just one man and his fiery sword, riding off into the sunset. Erm, proverbial sunset, that is, since the actual sunset had gone the way of the dodo in this here city.
A most inspiring display of bravery! And initiative! And conviction! And all the other things he was sure everyone back at HQ would say once they heard about it. Jacques disagreed, and disagreed strongly. The creatures they were fighting were potent and vicious. Brute strength was most certainly not the damn way to go about it, especially when you held rank, when your death would seriously hinder the organization!
Jacques sighed and tried to calm himself. It was alright. Nobody said being the sole bastion of intellect amidst a sea of stupidity was supposed to be easy. You just have to make a lot of contingencies.
The spyware he had very helpfully planted in his superior's phone did allow him to, at least, have an easy time tracking him down. The sounds from the microphone were sadly muted, given that he kept it inside of a pocket, but it was still enough to tell him that he was in a public place. Okay, joy. Bloodsuckers and Monsters would have a harder time getting to him there. He just needed to get to him, give him his findings, and then politely suggest he ask for some backup next time.
Still, it was entirely possible everything would go completely tits-up, as they say. And in those cases, it was a great idea to have a Plan B ready.
A very lethal, regenerating Plan B.
Although she creeped him out to no end, given her ability to completely nullify any and all attempts to keep track of her, he couldn't deny that she was incredibly effective at what she was supposed to be doing. Perhaps that was the reason as to why he'd never tried to kill her. Either that, or his inability to get any kind of plan that would result in her death above a projected success rate of 71%.
Wiping the thought out of his mind, he quickly shot her a text, hoping she'd have remember to keep the phone he had given her.
Night's getting interesting. Nothing concrete yet but you might be needed at some point. How's the Calendar look like?
-S. T. Ranger
Of course, this was only if the current night got worse. He had almost made it to Tom, and so far everything seemed quiet. Just a little bit more and he'd be able to prevent any idiocy-
Then he heard the distinct sound of someone getting up, the music getting more and more faint, a door opening.
Oh fuck.
He started to run, foregoing his usual meticulous sweep of the area for a dash. He almost groaned as he heard the lieutenant speak utter platitudes, more than likely giving away his position to the enemy before he could take advantage of it. Jacques heard sounds of fighting, of flesh meeting steel, the ignition of flames...
He rapidly turned the corner, four pieces of rebar suddenly rising to hover ominously to either side of his head, ready to save his superior-
Oh.
He was fine. By his calculations, there was only a 38% chance of this occurrence, odds that he would most definitely not risk himself. He let the rebar fly, venting his frustration by nailing the undead body to the ground, expertly avoiding hitting the other Hunter despite their proximity. The vampire writhed but weakly, already grievously injured by the fire and the holy water.
"Would it fucking kill you to make a concrete plan before you rush alone into possibly enemy territory?" He groaned, unable to hide his frustration, his unnerving presence only worsening his tone.
However, he quickly got himself under control, and sighed, leaning up against a nearby wall and finally doing a cursory check of the perimeter, to ensure no further surprises were in store.
"Apologies, Sir. I simply wished to deliver you this dossier with my own findings related to the investigation, and when I was told of your whereabouts...I could not help but worry. Evidently, my concern was justified."
From his backpack, he drew a folder detailing what he'd managed to gather so far, holding it up. "I leave the honors of interrogation up to you, Sir. Just let me know if you want the metal to...hurt more." He added, unable to conceal a vicious grin.
zlexis SweetRose