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[There's a slight wind to give signs that colder weather was going to hit the city at some point but otherwise the chill didn't faze many much with the sun pouring down rays without any resistance from white wisps streaking across blue. Another busy work day for most people as they packed the sidewalks in order to accomplish whatever the day asked of them to do, some of them heading off towards lunch break even as the afternoon brought along ease in traffic after the rushing around or rather dead still in the morning commutes that always came like clockwork. The towering skyscrapers piercing above while scattered about were busy shops and apartment complexes ranging to the higher end of the spectrum, fortunate for several residents of them being close to where they worked usually.

However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.

To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.

Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.

James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.

He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]

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[It's pizza time. Andrei arrives in the apartment lobby with two large pizzas--one meat lovers', one supreme--and a six-pack of the brew that's always on tap at the Will o' Wisp. He also has a satchel over his shoulder with a blanket and a few toiletries. He doesn't need pajamas, not when he can sleep in animal form, but there are a few things he just couldn't leave.

Speaking of which, where is Shade? It's time to start this thing.]

[He may or may not but mostly may be running late due to having to make sure that the reaper would in fact be off at the time as well as be home. Things were kind of weird after the whole dullahan nonsense and finding out Boss was in fact dating not only a blacklister but the blacklister who he had witnessed losing to Val. So you know that fact as well as making sure he had the right supplies.

Sodas? Check. Candy? Check. Snacks? Check. Video games and equipment? Oh absolutely check. Plus clothes to sleep in and for tomorrow. He was set for all this.

So he's toting along a rather full backpack and a messenger bag to boot into the all too familiar lobby.]

'ello! I see that you got the goods and all.

Of course I did.

[It's not like he keeps an emergency pack of beer and pizza coupons in his apartment, just in case they decide to crash at James's place.

Nope.

Never.]

You're sure he's home?

Sweet. [Andrei please never let him in on that secret. It would be abused so much.] Food and drinks don't have to be worried. Looks like you'll be the briber.

But yea he's home. He said something about taking care of a couch or whatever but he's back. Got a pic to prove it and everything.

[Albeit he used the excuse of wanting to check on him rather than asking for permission for this to even happen.]

[Never. Andrei knows better.]

So. Let's head up. I should be able to hit the doorbell.

[Their hands are very, very full, but he'll manage.]

[Good. That would be on the scale of a small apocalypse if he ever did.]

I got the elevator handled. So what kind of game do you want to play first? Puzzle, action, adventure...?

[Elevator acquired and he punches in the right floor number.]

Probably action? In case James wants to join in.

[They really shouldn't crash at his house, only to play a game that James won't enjoy.

Luckily the elevator doesn't rattle. He balances everything with ease, even when it slides to a stop.]

Smart idea. You think he'd be up for this futuristic shooter I nabbed? It's called Destiny or something like that. I know he'd do Halo easy but figured something new wouldn't hurt, right?

As long as it has multiplayer, I'm not too worried.

[He's not very good at Halo, but James and Shade more than make up for it.

Maybe he'll be better at Destiny? They're about to find out. Here's the door. Andrei hits the doorbell with his elbow.]

[So far things had been rather simple and relaxing at the apartment with the reaper more than inclined to spend most of the time with his new house guest. Majority of it had been simply watching tv while lounging against the other man upstairs. There was a couple of moments he would have to slip out in order to handle business and make some tweaks to reports in order to satisfy those that interrupted the peaceful time.

However he did not expect for there to be someone ringing at the door. With a stolen kiss, the reaper heads down in order to take care of the issue.

Peering into the peephole, a frown is immediately taking form. This was not at all what he was ready to deal with. Regardless he wasn't going to have them sit there without some kind of explanation. Downside was immediate regret as Shade brushes past him as soon as the door is open.]

What the hell are you doing here? Don't you have your own apartment? Shade stop.

[Then it's onto chasing after the dumb banshee, leaving ample time for the other to step in.]

[Look at that! The door was open and the banshee was more than obliged at taking advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. He totes along his gear inside in order to start setting up the console at the big flatscreen in the living room. This was the another brilliant time that he decided to not listen to James.

It's not until there's an angry reaper bearing down on him that he focuses.]

I sent you over a text and stuff. We're going to do a sleepover thing and besides Andrei has to go into work later on so it won't be like an all day thing. Not going to completely ruin your day. You'll have the evening and all that jazz.

So you know you can bring over that guy or whatever. You know have fun with that. I did bring games especially new ones. There's also the same old same old like Halo and...

You're pretty mad at me, aren't you?

[Andrei brandishes his entry gift. Look, pizza and beer. He's not here to be annoying and mooch. Please, James? He hands over the alcohol and looks for a place to set the pizza down.]

[He opens his mouth to start rounding off on the idiot when suddenly there's alcohol that is being thrust into his hands and he's having to take a moment to reboot his thoughts. Yea sure the beer was nice but he still had a point to make here.

The reaper sighs heavily before making a move to shut his door at least. This was a mess but he wanted them out. Plenty of reasons but one of which was the person who had handed him the alcohol.]

Both of you stop. I'm more than angry that you decided to barge over here. Also goddammit that guy is here right now.

[He's smart enough to put two and two together. Oh shit. He fucked up. He fucked up majorly. Regretful but still it was the banshee.]

You mean he's here right now? Like here here?

[Please be a joke.]

[Now that James is out of the way, at least Andrei can put the pizzas down on the coffee table.]

Who's here?

[It's been a novel thing, being able to relax and take it easy for more than a short while. Staying over was an entirely different layer of comfort that he's been more than glad to partake in. People coming to the door? Definitely strange, and given the sound of the bustle downstairs, it doesn't sound as though it was planned.

Of course that rouses his suspicion, and of course that means that he's heading down the stairs, half awake and suspicious of all the noise.]

What did you think I mean by that? Here means here, idiot. And I...

[He trails off at footsteps coming down the stairs and well that certainly crosses out the idea that he had any chance at getting the two morons out of his apartment before it drew attention. All he wanted was to relax. Now look at the mess he had.]

Liam, sorry. I wasn't expecting guests and somehow got pests anyway.

[Dullahan came first when it can be helped.]

[Li--? Oh. OH. When he thought the boss had been involved with a blacklister, he had been expecting friends or something but it meant a lot more with the name and the head retrieval. Relationship. Well that was a thing.

And then there was Andrei. Who had been at the bar. When Val beheaded the guy. Oh shit.]

I ugh....

[Oh.

Right.

The whole James-getting-the-head-for-someone-important thing didn't really click until just now.

The color drains from Andrei's face. Please, please, please, don't remember him.]

Edited Date: 2016-04-13 07:10 am (UTC)

[Guests? Pests? What in the world is happening? He shoots a look to the two newcomers, eyes narrowed in suspicion as he tries to size them up. One of them seems...

Wait

wait

That's the little shit that was at the bar. It certainly is, he's sure of it. There's an angered noise in the back of his throat, and the glamour about him loses a bit of its substance as he locks eyes with the man, hands curling into fists as he pauses on the stairs.]

[That's not a good sign. That is seriously not when wanted to deal with especially on a day that had started out so well. Goddamn these two idiots.

Tossing the beer onto the couch, his first course of action is to prevent things from getting any worse than they should. So he's positioning himself between the two parties by standing at the end of the stairs. Liam could definitely choose to shove him out of the way but he was not going to make this easy.]

Stop. Please.

[He shoots a glare over at the other two. Why did they have to show up?]

[They were going to die. It was either going to be death by dullahan, death by reaper or for all he knew both. They were so dead though.

So he makes a break for the door cause he is not wanting to stick around for this. However that sort of fails when he trips over his own bags and into Andrei.]

[Andrei freezes at the sight of the dullahan. Not good not good not good. It's not like the guy doesn't have the right to be upset, either, after what Val did to him.

He just doesn't need to take it out on Andrei.

The easiest way to avoid that would be to run. So, he shifts into a familiar cat form and dives under the couch.]

Edited Date: 2016-04-14 05:44 am (UTC)

[The entire thing is ridiculous. Why the bartender that had done nothing to stop his assault was even at the apartment in the first place wasn't even an issue. The issue was with the bar owner, though it didn't mean that the asshole standing there was innocent.

Though the glamour keeps dripping away, it's James' words that will him to stop.and recompose himself. Right. Behave. He'll behave, but just for James' sake. After all, the worst he could do would only come aftr learning the kid's name, so it would benefit him to temporarily bide his time. The moment the name was dropped however...]

Sorry.

It's ok. Just no fights, please?

[He trusted Liam more than he would expect from how little time there had been so far for their relationship but after the retrieval and the subsequent bonding it felt right. They both knew what the consequences could be. Even if the dullahan was in the right to be angry over whatever happened in that bar.]

He's simply a kid.

[Slowly edging up the staircase, he cautiously takes up one of his balled fists and eases it open to lace his fingers with his, mindful of the appearing claws. Being supportive he can manage. Hiding his anger at the idiots barely.]

Explain. Now.