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[krazykitty00]

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Male || 18 || Hunter || Location: Streets of The French Quarter || Tags: xxxx || Form

Tyler stopped in front of the café and looked up at the building. The place had been there since he and Taylor started living in New Orleans, maybe even longer. They would always come here every morning to drink some tea and have a plate of cheese for a light lunch. Good times no. He wished his twin would have joined him to reminisce along with him, but he knew she was going about it in her own way by her decision to explore the town. He smiled at the thought before walking into the café, putting his shirt on first of course.

The moment Tyler entered, he felt a wave of supernatural energy hit him, making him falter in his steps a moment. He was really wishing Taylor had came along. But he kept walking in, trying not to make his uneasiness obvious, which wasn't hard once he sat at a table near a window. He let a sigh before allowing his brown eyes to do a quick scan of the café. He watched as a werewolf --By the aura it was giving of, it was most likely an alpha-- stepped out of the café then turned his gaze to two....demons. A shiver ran down his spine at knowing that the very creatures who ended his dynasty were so close once more. As long as he never speaks his last name then he should be fine...hopefully. The Price's did have a slightly different air to them compared to other hunters. Tyler shook his hand from thenegative possibilities and ordered a simple berry crêpe, knowing Taylor would cook a big dinner tonight for the two off them later. He glanced out the window as he waited for his crêpe. His gaze went over to the demons once more before quickly turning away again.

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Female || 18 || Hunter || Location: Streets of The French Quarter || Tags: xxxx || Form

Taylor hummed along as she walked down the street. She swept her eyes back and forth, pointing out places in her mind that help some type of memory for her and her twin. It brought a smile to her face as she continued to hum along, a slight skip in her step. Seems like not much has changed. She had a guy feeling that another place still stood in tack and as busy as ever. She also knew that the very place she spoke of was the place her brother was headed for a bite. She wanted to turn around and join him in the café but decided against it. The place was safe so she had nothing to worry about.

Boy was she wrong. As she walked, Taylor grew increasing nervous. The reason for this was the population of supernaturals in the French Quarter grew. Every step she took she felt the presence of a Vampire or say a Lobizon run across the street in the form of a stray cat. It set a chill down her spine. Apparently two months was enough for the French Quarter to become a Monster Town. But she didn't voice these fears. She just acted as if she didn't even notice them. But she was sure they could sense the air around that just scream "Hunter. Get you fresh living Hunter here!" She kept her head straight ahead, not wanting to make accidental eye contact with anyone. I wish Tyler was here... She thought to herself.

[Legendary TrashCan]

AUMI Chezk
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x.xxAᵍᵉ :: 18 years
xx.xGᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Female
xx.xSᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ :: Demon
x.xxMᵒᵒᵈ :: intrested
x.xxLᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ :: Cafe
x.xxTᵃᵍˢ :: Litost
╚xxxxxxx.xxxxxxxxx╝

""Yes, my family is doing very well how about you" The girls attitude became normal but she still fit the characteristics of a demon. Aumi fiddled with her hair like most humans and smiled at Litost, the demons eyes were still harsh even thought she had already acted as if she was happy and bright like a human. The demon knew the hunter had looked at them but she also knew he thought they possessed no harm, since the boy didnt know whether or not they killed anybody. "

[nyctomancy]

mavis didn't have to force his excitement at that. almost instantly, the witches' sharp features brightened, his lips curving into a genuine smile. "thank you!" he replied, "that would be great!" opening the front door for trevor, the brunet stepped out onto the porch, before closing the door behind trevor and him. "you'll be able to get in anytime with that ring," he said again. "so uh, if you come back and i'm not home, you can enter the property and stuff." the ring certainly took care of one problem, but there was still sonething else nagging at the mind of the witch. a way to contact the vamp again, for those just in case minutes. marker suddenly twirling between his fingers, mavis uncapped the utensil and lunged forward, grasping trevor's forearm and drawing a bold, black m on the skin in permanent marker. the letter briefly flashed white, before disappearing entirely - fading into the skin of the bloodsucker. "so you can contact me again," mavis said firmly, meeting his gaze. "just think of my name, and the desire to contact me and you'll be able to speak with me. it has a limited amount of uses though, so use the rune wisely.. oh! and if you do use it, the rune will inform me of your location." pausing, the male realized how intrusive that sounded. his face flushed red - he didn't want to appear as a creeper! "i mean, if you're okay with that, i mean." give the witch ten minutes and a spot of embarrassment and his mind was already over what had occurred minutes before, flitting onwards to a new subject.

[Politics]

♢Ｌｉｔｏｓｔ♤
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・Age// looks to be 15-17
・Tags// Aumi
・Location// Café
・Mood// Calculating/A wee bit cynical
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Something about the demon's aura...shifted. It suddenly melted away, and Litost's person was all that was left. A hunter behind them. Ruffled clothes. Poor sleep? Maybe they'd just thrown on a shirt quickly. No coffee stains, and still rubbing off the morning. Theu quickly halted their over-detailed observation by picking up the other demon's conversation. {F-family...ah, they're doing well./} Their words tripped up, and they receded into a flustered downward glance. Blasted language. French rolled off the tongue easily, unlike this language. Besides, family was an unfamiliar topic. An herby smell perambulated around the café for a second. Tea, perhaps? Their face was near blushing, but blue blood wasn't human at all, so it died down into a rose with a bit of effort. Without having to glance back, they could tell this was a hunter from a family. A powerful family. The name was not exact—with their general obliviousness to remembering—but the effort was there and not really apparent. It made them think of Ferverin. Thank goodness they did not die by a hunter. They were, too, a family of great power. But now it was just him and the Black Empire. That and two blasted gangs. But that was for another time.

[rowlet]

♛ Axᴇʟ Mᴏᴏʀs | ❝Your Local Demonic Prince❞
━━ {Demon. Tagged; Mazie/open At; cafe -> street}

✘ The demon's eyes followed the witch for a moment as she disposed of her empty cup. Then the silver stare moved down to his own drink. It had grown cold and was mostly drained of its last remnants. In one swift movement, he stood, cup in hand. After having thrown it away, he shoved his hands into his pockets. The unearthly being was already over the little coffee..'date.' He grew bored quickly and wanted to leave the café, for it had too many creatures and mortals. He had to move on. There was only so much time before sundown, and he had to scope out the place if he wished to go out that night."I'm afraid it's my time to go. It was great, ah, bumping into you and all..Mazie. Maybe I'll see you around the French Quarter." With that and a mischievous wink, he backed away and out the door. Not letting the young girl get more than a word or two in before leaving. He was often described as impudent that way. Did he care? Not in the slightest.
Once back outside he surveyed the area in front of him. Again, he was struck with the stench of all the creatures in this area alone. This time he was much more prepared and tackled it with ease. He began his confident and deliberate looking stride down the street once more, without a single look back. Of course he hadn't the slightest clue where he was and where he was going but he wasn't about to let that show. With his head held high and his black sunglasses on, he certainly had a confident and intimidating aura to him, one many would find enticing. As soon as he had arrived, he had heard about the amount of gathering hunters in the French Quarter. And guess what? He didn't care. Over his many years he had been confronted with these glorified mortals and they were nothing more to him than an annoying gnat. All the same and easy to get rid of. At one point he had been one of the most wanted demons out there, hunters would come from all around to try and defeat him, but that was quite a ways in his past. Things had died down and most just assumed he had been killed by now, forgetting about him. Which was perfectly fine to the demon.

[angelonia]

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Trevor Bellerose
20 | cen.
vampire
pansexual
tags;; mavis

Trevor rubbed his arms a little when he got it back from the witch. "Yeah and if you need to contact me,
please feel free to shoot me an email at T-dot-Bellerose at Gmail-dot-com. I'd give you my digits but I don't
have anything to write on or write with." He reached into his back pocket and took out his smart phone. He
pressed the home button and shook the recently awoken phone time or two before he replaced it. "It's
unlimited. I'll delete some spam mail to make room for you." He gave the witch a curt smile. His inbox was
filled with nothing but spam and online shopping order confirmations but he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Thanks again. I'll see you around." Trevor gave the man a nod before he turned to leave. Once his back was
turned, a small smile spread over the man's face. The witch had his endearing qualities but Trevor doubted
their paths would cross much after Trevor dealt with his end of the agreement.

☘

Rhydian Bovet
23
werewolf
bisexual
tags;; amalie

Rhydian smiled at the girl. "No, you're fine. Go ahead." Rhydian appreciated the arts, in fact, his body was
covered in art. "Do you want me to pose," he paused to suck his now mostly melted ice cream from around
the cone. "Or just do whatever?" He took a bite of the waffle cone when he finished speaking. He had never
really been drawn before but he was honored she wanted to sketch him. Maybe I should get another cone...
He thought but a glance back at the ice cream parlor kept him from going back in. The heat of the day
was starting to set in and the small shop was filling back up. at least they got good business.

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[Legendary TrashCan]

AUMI Chezk
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╔xxxxxxxxxxxxx.xxx╗
x.xxAᵍᵉ :: 18 years
xx.xGᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Female
xx.xSᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ :: Demon
x.xxMᵒᵒᵈ :: intrested
x.xxLᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ :: Cafe
x.xxTᵃᵍˢ :: Litost
╚xxxxxxx.xxxxxxxxx╝

"The girl knew the hunter wasn't alone, another was somewhere which was more reason to leave. Aumi focused on Litost with genuine interest the fellow demon was...well he was quite handsome but there was also something about him that was genuinely interesting. "Thats good, my mother should be heading into town soon" the girl seemed to have a pain in her eyes that her face wouldnt express when she talked about family."

[Politics]

♢Ｌｉｔｏｓｔ♤
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・Age// looks to be 15-17
・Tags// Aumi
・Location// Café
・Mood// Calculating/A wee bit cynical
♤

Litost nodded. He couldn't quite feel her pain, but he could definitely gather from her eyes and now slightly strained movements that he'd brought up a sensitive topic. Poor girl didn't know who she was talking to. Well, they pretended like they were considerate. It was not natural, but acting was the world's best concealer. {I see. Dif you hear of the recent disappearances? There a-are a whole lot of people who are s-suddenly vanishing... It's rather scary to think about..../} They added a quiver to their voice for effect. The definitely sounded scared, but most certainly weren't. Why would anyone be scared of intentional murders that they, themselves caused?

[nyctomancy]

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witch || speciality; rune magic & potions || appears 21 || homosexual || male || at his home || tags; trevor > no one



committing the email to memory, mavis' reply was a simple nod. well, everything was set here so travis could just.. walk away. "take care!" he called to the vampire's retreating back, "i'll be rather disappointed if a hunter chances upon ya, you here?" smiling to himself, the witch folded his arms over his chest, his gaze still on the distant figure who was still growing smaller with every step. after a couple of more seconds, the brunet sighed, before turning around and slipping back into his house. maybe i should have walked him home, he thought nervously, leaning up against the closed door of his kitchen. there's been a surplus of hunters lately.. something could happen! too late now, though, the bloodsucker was likely already long gone. still fretting, the man decided to sooth his mind by stocking up on more potions. while he had a horde of healing potions, mav wasn't quite prepared in the other areas. only as the witch activated the fire runes once more did he realize his original plan had slipped out the window. while he had been very intent on using the modified serum, and testing the limits of his abilities, mavis had also intended to ask the vamp a few question about his race. with what little he knew, he couldn't help himself. but it seemed as if his brain had other plans.

[coaliev]

Ａｍａｌｉｅ Ｗｉｍｔｏｎ
werewolf || twenty || heterosexual || tags; Rhydian

Surprised over his positive answer, Amalie forgot to reply to his question. "Nah, whatever you like. As long as it is comfortable, of course." she smiled and you could hear the excitement in her voice. This was the first time she was going to sketch somebody and they knew about it, of course all the times she had drawn someone without them knowing, she'd always erased their faces. She caught Rhydian glancing over at the ice cream parlor, the parlor that just happened to be owned by her cousin. He was about ten years older, and ever since she remembered she had visited him, watched him work with his customers, even had made her own cones once or twice. Why had she stopped visiting? Oh right, the family feud... But that was another times story, now she really wanted to focus on her living model, the first one to actually have a face in her drawing pad. Amalie wanted to show how much she really appreciated him being so kind, and what would be better than with a ice cream? She placed her drawing pad next to her on the bench and asked him; "Before I start drawing you, would you like another ice cream?