sword_breaker | Myth!AU

[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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[The banshee raises an eyebrow at the two on the loveseat.]

Uh hunh. I'm so sure it was. Maybe focus on the game we're playing right now instead of others.

Right.

[Focusing. Not on the couple who are making things awkward. He can absolutely beat this level without James's help.]

Hey, everyone is so totally focused little dude. So incredibly focused right now that it goes beyond focus.

You're doing fine, Andrei. Seriously.

[He wasn't going to get involved with what was probably going to happen. Cue Shade in three, two, one...]

Excuse me I'm not little. I'm actually average so maybe you reconsider the whole little definition and all that you have. Because I can certainly guess that something is actually little and it's yours.

Shade, not now, please!

[It's just this last wave and then they're done. Liam can tease Shade all he wants.]

Woah woah woah, no harm meant. Promise. Besides, kid over there is right, gotta focus on killing these...whatever they are, yeah? 's how you win the game?

[...He takes back everything he's thought about how things were working out. Good job Shade. The banshee at least managed to last a full mission almost between acting up which was something. Not the something he was hoping for but still.]

You can actually get through this without killing most of the time.

[Commence him shutting up forever more now. He sticks to tapping away at the games on his phone while they continued playing. James was more than capable answering their questions anyway.]

Well, you can. James can. Some of us have a little more trouble staying alive.

[But they're almost there!]

Being alive is overrated sometimes.

[Whoops, but now the little guy, Shade was it?, seems to be terminally offended. Shit, that wasn't his intention, he's really trying to play nice for James' sake.]

Alive is the only way you're going to progress through this level or any of them. Mortals made these. What do you expect for them to want in terms of rules?

[And no text back. Maybe he was too hopeful that the guy wanted to actually go out with him. That along with his streak of failures here was slowly crushing him and now all he could do was play on his phone miserably. His own apartment was turning out to have been the better choice in the end.]

[And done!]

Gotta be alive if you want to win like that at video games.

[Andrei hands the controller to James with a knowing glance at Shade. Poor guy isn't calming down. This, Andrei can probably help with. He slips back into his cat form and starts for Shade's lap.]

[It's interesting to see a shapeshifter at work, especially with the way that the other guy has taken a complete turn. He's not certain what the problem is, but it's certain that he feels at least a little bad for how put-out Shade looks with everything.]

[Gladly accepting the controller, he leans into Liam and nudges him with his elbow lightly. The other two would work things out fine especially since Andrei decided to be a suitable form for comforting.]

Want to do another level? Or try something else?

Andrei, I don't need you. Oh my gods cat you're blocking the screen now. Andrei please.

[Nope. Totally climbing up in Shade's lap.]

[Once in place, he curls up against Shade's stomach and starts purring relentlessly. Don't whine, Shade, you can see everything just fine.]

Edited Date: 2016-07-17 10:22 pm (UTC)

Oh uh.

[Is it weird to see some guy curled up in another guy's lap? Is it weird if one of them is a cat?]

I can try another level, yeah? Think I might be getting the hang of things.

[What in the world is the dullahan staring at? He glances over at the cat curled up in Shade's lap before looking back at him. That was pretty normal for the pair of them. In all honesty, it was pretty normal when it came to Andrei in general.

So the reaper shoos Liam's hands from his laps before easing himself into it. He gets comfortable before leaning back against him and watching the cutscene.]

Let's do it then.

Andrei. You're such an asshole.

[With that, he tosses his phone down onto the couch and attempts to pick up the loudly purring nuisance from his lap. He seriously didn't need this right now.]

[Shade. Shade, no. You are supposed to be being comforted, because Andrei feels bad, and he can't do that if you put him on the floor. Andrei meows loudly.]

[Oh what. What's this? Alright, today has gotten even weirder than he'd originally ever thought it could. Not that he's objecting to the reaper in his lap, but there are other people here. Is this normal? Is it supposed to be normal? No one else seems to find it strange. Maybe he's the weird one.]

Uh, okay. You in for it, uh, Shade was it?

[Was this not the right thing to do? The reaper tenses up and stares down at the floor, trying to figure out what in the hell to do now. Sure they were going to game but maybe it would be best if he found somewhere else to sit.]