Myth!AU - O' Death

[sword_breaker]

[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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[impossiblemachines]

[The patter of falling water is enough to lull him into relaxation, and he very nearly allows himself to catch some rest. It's a good lull in the action of the night, and he's appreciative of it because he's needed time away from the bustle and chaos of the day for quite some time.

And then the quiet is shattered by an obnoxious set of squeaks from somewhere to his left.

It's completely instinctual, the way he momentarily perks as his attention is immediately drawn to the noise. The calm reverie that he had been enjoying is shattered, and though it takes only half a second for him to get control over himself again he's been thoroughly disturbed from his respite. With a low grumble under his breath he grabs one of the fey's pillows and buries his face into it, trying in vain to seek out the calm of minutes before.]

[fatebringer]

[Well that wasn't exactly what she had been hoping for but that only means that she needs to use even more of the noisy ammo stashed in a box on the dresser. Soon enough there's simply a barrage of squeaks and grunts heading into the living room as more of the toys are thrown.]

[impossiblemachines]

[The first few defiant squeaks are possible to ignore, even if it takes extra effort to bury his head further into the pillow. The continuous cacophony, however, proves too much.

There's a flash of movement as he caves and springs up, form warping and shifting until there's a clatter of nails as he hits the floor running, snout curled in a fierce snarl as he dives after the monstrous pile of toys that's begun to build up. The first one he snatches gives a pitiful dying noise as he grabs it in his jaws and worries at it, keeping it in place with both front paws and a flurry of snorts and snarls as he works.]

[fatebringer]

[And it looks as though she is indeed the winner in the end.

Dropping the towel once he skitters out after the toys, she pulls on comfy clothes before heading out to check over the food. However not before scratching behind the large wolf's ear as he tears at the toy fiercely. Such a dork.

Then it's onto pulling out the food and turning off the oven.]

[impossiblemachines]

[There's movement as he worries at the toy, but he ignores it in favor of working at the tough plastic again and again. The movement, however, turns to someone's fingers behind one of his ears and it makes him pause for a moment as he leans into the touch.

Unfortunately it's short lived, and he huffs and yowls quietly as she pulls away. His attention is diverted back to the toy, but this time he merely picks it up and pads over to her expectantly.]

[fatebringer]

[She's pulling out a plate from the cabinet when something soft brushes against her legs. Glancing down, a smirk comes to life at the mutt that looks up at her expectantly. He looks so cute with that toy.

Reaching down, she takes the toy from his jaws and tosses it to the other side of the apartment.]

[impossiblemachines]

[He doesn't surrender the toy initially, growling and shaking his head in half an attempt to keep the thing, but the moment it's sent flying he turns on his heels and dashes off to plow into it and attack it once again.

And then it's back to the fae expectantly.]

[fatebringer]

[So that's how they were going to do things? Fine with her. It makes the time pass by quicker as she waits for the lasagna to cool down anyway.

It's a couple of throws later and she cuts herself a piece. Settling down at the table, she rests her chin on her hand as she watches him.]

[impossiblemachines]

[Even if he'd never admit it, this is a good way to pass the time and he's entirely focused on causing as much havoc with his chosen toy as possible, undeterred from the task by anything going on around him.

Which means that he lays at the fae's feet for a while as he chews, snuffling and snarling every once in a while as he works. He'd been distracted, and now he's entirely focused.]

[fatebringer]

[Now wasn't this rather domestic of them? She eats with the soft noises of him messing around with unfortunate toy that got picked and even reaches down once or twice to run her fingers through the ruff of his neck. Simply enjoying the moment really.

Then she's up and off to place the dishes in the washer before picking up the other toys she had thrown.]