(( DEEP END ))
[ ETA, five minutes. In and out. Thatβs it. Nothing else.
Dickβs knuckles rap three quick consecutive times on the wooden door. The sound echoes through the hallway, shaking through his thoughts as fingers still bruised from his last fight tighten around a small box. The kraft wrapping paper is smooth in his hand, carefully covering a case that holds what he refuses to call a gift. The box is long and skinny with a sturdy weight to it. He looks down at it as he waits for an answer at the door. What he holds will either be a huge success or a massive disaster. He pushes his thoughts away from it and looks back at the door.
In and out, he reminds himself. Thatβs it. Despite meeting Sizhui for the first time, Dick knows he doesnβt want to be around for longer than simply passing the box off to Sizhui and instructing him to give it to Jason. He doesn't need to stay around for questions or answers, explanations, elaborations.
Sizhui brought Jason back and thatβs enough. Sizhui is enough to be around Jason and obviously patient enough to put up with his shit. That should be enough for Dick as well. He has no idea how much Sizhui knows about him and his history with Jason, or whether he knows the details about how Dick fucked up, so isn't it enough that Sizhui texts him at all? Amidst whirring thoughts, Dick checks himselfβhe has no real right to even care.
What's important is that Jasonβs out, he knows that, so the timing is perfect. They donβt have to see each other. Thereβs nothing to have second thoughts about, no use in second guessing himself. Heβs here already. ]
[ ETA, five minutes. In and out. Thatβs it. Nothing else.
Dickβs knuckles rap three quick consecutive times on the wooden door. The sound echoes through the hallway, shaking through his thoughts as fingers still bruised from his last fight tighten around a small box. The kraft wrapping paper is smooth in his hand, carefully covering a case that holds what he refuses to call a gift. The box is long and skinny with a sturdy weight to it. He looks down at it as he waits for an answer at the door. What he holds will either be a huge success or a massive disaster. He pushes his thoughts away from it and looks back at the door.
In and out, he reminds himself. Thatβs it. Despite meeting Sizhui for the first time, Dick knows he doesnβt want to be around for longer than simply passing the box off to Sizhui and instructing him to give it to Jason. He doesn't need to stay around for questions or answers, explanations, elaborations.
Sizhui brought Jason back and thatβs enough. Sizhui is enough to be around Jason and obviously patient enough to put up with his shit. That should be enough for Dick as well. He has no idea how much Sizhui knows about him and his history with Jason, or whether he knows the details about how Dick fucked up, so isn't it enough that Sizhui texts him at all? Amidst whirring thoughts, Dick checks himselfβhe has no real right to even care.
What's important is that Jasonβs out, he knows that, so the timing is perfect. They donβt have to see each other. Thereβs nothing to have second thoughts about, no use in second guessing himself. Heβs here already. ]
Edited 2020-08-24 00:24 (UTC)
[βfive minutes, in and outβ alongside βjason will do that to youβ in his messages leaves sizhui's heart beating faster than he likes (and definitely in a way he can't explain).
waiting by himself in the apartment is a little nerve-racking, no matter how long ago he'd started renting at the highrise complex; it's been some odd months, one would think he'd have adapted at this point, would be able to call the small place β procured with a job that oh-so-conveniently fell in his lap! β βhomeβ by now, yet staying all alone still gives him an unexplained anxiety he struggles to tamp down, sometimes has even until he recognizes the sound of jason coming back. he, however, needn't knock and knowing so is what makes sizhui head toward the door. perhaps there's also the faint panic of meeting dick for the first time, hoping he'll make a somewhat decent impression with his hair messily tied back and in an oversized sweater and leggings comboβ
goodness, he should've changed into something more proper, but time was already short then it's far too late after someone's at the door and he certainly won't make a guest wait for long.] Coming! [he calls, smoothing back some loose hair, adjusting the hem of his shirt to settle straighter over his hips, further down his thighs. why? why does he want to look okay for someone who'd piss him off if jason knew he was there? he's well-aware the relationship(?) between them is strained to put it mildly, hasn't found it in himself to pry for information his friend never offers and this moment won't be an exception.
for the gift will be his excuse, of course! since jason may be stubborn but sizhui's capable of the same thing, especially given some people back in his homeworld that he's familiar with. he shakes his head, squares his shoulders, exhales a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding and reaches to open the door.]
Hello! [then he politely inclines his head following the soft, excited greeting, steps aside, free hand absently gesturing.] Please, come in.
waiting by himself in the apartment is a little nerve-racking, no matter how long ago he'd started renting at the highrise complex; it's been some odd months, one would think he'd have adapted at this point, would be able to call the small place β procured with a job that oh-so-conveniently fell in his lap! β βhomeβ by now, yet staying all alone still gives him an unexplained anxiety he struggles to tamp down, sometimes has even until he recognizes the sound of jason coming back. he, however, needn't knock and knowing so is what makes sizhui head toward the door. perhaps there's also the faint panic of meeting dick for the first time, hoping he'll make a somewhat decent impression with his hair messily tied back and in an oversized sweater and leggings comboβ
goodness, he should've changed into something more proper, but time was already short then it's far too late after someone's at the door and he certainly won't make a guest wait for long.] Coming! [he calls, smoothing back some loose hair, adjusting the hem of his shirt to settle straighter over his hips, further down his thighs. why? why does he want to look okay for someone who'd piss him off if jason knew he was there? he's well-aware the relationship(?) between them is strained to put it mildly, hasn't found it in himself to pry for information his friend never offers and this moment won't be an exception.
for the gift will be his excuse, of course! since jason may be stubborn but sizhui's capable of the same thing, especially given some people back in his homeworld that he's familiar with. he shakes his head, squares his shoulders, exhales a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding and reaches to open the door.]
Hello! [then he politely inclines his head following the soft, excited greeting, steps aside, free hand absently gesturing.] Please, come in.
(( from here ))
Good job taking care of that. Call me if you're not feeling too good. And yeah, my offer still stands. Make yourself at home. Go for the tub.
I think there's a bath bomb or two somewhere. Look in the sink drawers and medicine cabinet.
Good job taking care of that. Call me if you're not feeling too good. And yeah, my offer still stands. Make yourself at home. Go for the tub.
I think there's a bath bomb or two somewhere. Look in the sink drawers and medicine cabinet.
Thanks, next time I promise to save some bad guys for you but I figured you were already busy. What are you up to anyways that has you gone for so long?
Ah ha! Found a bath bomb in the medicine cabinet, oh this tub is going to get some good use today.
You don't happen to have any champagne kicking around in your place do you? A mimosa would be perfect right about now.
Ah ha! Found a bath bomb in the medicine cabinet, oh this tub is going to get some good use today.
You don't happen to have any champagne kicking around in your place do you? A mimosa would be perfect right about now.
(( from here ))
Yeah, it's important, but some part of me always wished it wasn't. Guess that's why I haven't given Nightwing's perception too much thought. I wanna focus on doing good and keeping criminals in check. Hopefully that's what people see.
[ he's only smooth when he knows what he's trying to say, and with Margaery, that comes easily. ]
Hey. Glad it's an offer you like.
Yeah, it's important, but some part of me always wished it wasn't. Guess that's why I haven't given Nightwing's perception too much thought. I wanna focus on doing good and keeping criminals in check. Hopefully that's what people see.
[ he's only smooth when he knows what he's trying to say, and with Margaery, that comes easily. ]
Hey. Glad it's an offer you like.
If you ever want someone to help you with that, let me know. Perception is pretty much my entire world. But I'm sure, slowly but surely, people will see what you want them to see.
[ which she - doesn't really believe. there are too many sheep. ]
It's not every day someone like you offers to hold my hand, you know. I have to cherish this.
[ which she - doesn't really believe. there are too many sheep. ]
It's not every day someone like you offers to hold my hand, you know. I have to cherish this.
(( from here ))
That's real sweet, I appreciate it.
It's not even that it's stressful, I know it's important to see colleagues and family and friends, it's just that showing up alone means I get asked a lot of questions about my love life. So you'll be helpful in that way, for sure. Thank you.
That's real sweet, I appreciate it.
It's not even that it's stressful, I know it's important to see colleagues and family and friends, it's just that showing up alone means I get asked a lot of questions about my love life. So you'll be helpful in that way, for sure. Thank you.
So....you're only bringing me in order to avoid awkward questions about your love life?
When I'd have to pay your wage outta my own pocket? No fuckin way haha
The bureau don't pay that good
Oh man ARI is
It's gonna change everything Dick
I know you got a history with Batman and all so tech's probably gotta go a long way to impress you but
There ain't nothing else like ARI out there
I'm doin the work of three, maybe four agents and at least as many cops at the same time
The bureau don't pay that good
Oh man ARI is
It's gonna change everything Dick
I know you got a history with Batman and all so tech's probably gotta go a long way to impress you but
There ain't nothing else like ARI out there
I'm doin the work of three, maybe four agents and at least as many cops at the same time
(( from here ))
[ Jason acts like he's surprised Dick used to come here, but to Dick, it all makes sense. there's something tying all of them together: Bruce, Jason, him, and this place and what it does to them is a part of that. not that he was here all that often. the circus wasn't always in Gotham, after all. realistically, the chances that he would've run into Jason here are slim, but a part of him still thinks about it.
he pauses his steps, feet still and steady on the top of the narrow steel bar as he looks down at Jason, before stepping off on Jason's side. he leans back against it, too-close next to Jason. ]
Yeah. Not many know it like we do. [ his gaze lingers on Jason's face before sweeping out over the city again] Are you gonna miss it?
[ Jason acts like he's surprised Dick used to come here, but to Dick, it all makes sense. there's something tying all of them together: Bruce, Jason, him, and this place and what it does to them is a part of that. not that he was here all that often. the circus wasn't always in Gotham, after all. realistically, the chances that he would've run into Jason here are slim, but a part of him still thinks about it.
he pauses his steps, feet still and steady on the top of the narrow steel bar as he looks down at Jason, before stepping off on Jason's side. he leans back against it, too-close next to Jason. ]
Yeah. Not many know it like we do. [ his gaze lingers on Jason's face before sweeping out over the city again] Are you gonna miss it?
[ he's surprised because he always feels like the odd man out. like he can't relate to anything or anyone, even if that's not altogether true. he's surprised because Dick didn't exactly grow up here, even if he was here for a while. but this is Dick's home too, even if it was mostly the circus.
his gaze follows DIck wherever he goes, especially when he jumps down next to him. everything feels complicated, but being here with Dick suddenly doesn't.
still, it hurts. it hurts a lot. ]
Nah.
[he says instead, because it's easier. because he's gonna miss it way too much.]
Gotta go where life takes you, right? No point in holding on.
his gaze follows DIck wherever he goes, especially when he jumps down next to him. everything feels complicated, but being here with Dick suddenly doesn't.
still, it hurts. it hurts a lot. ]
Nah.
[he says instead, because it's easier. because he's gonna miss it way too much.]
Gotta go where life takes you, right? No point in holding on.
sorry for the delay, dw was being such a jerk yesterday so i just paused everything ;_;
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theotherobin
- 2021-12-09 00:08 (UTC) - Expand[She doesnβt mean to, but if heβs feeling guilty itβs not really her fault, is it?]
Dick please, Iβm never too busy for you. Day or night. You know that, right?
[Speaking of busy knightsβ¦]
Does He know youβre in town?
Dick please, Iβm never too busy for you. Day or night. You know that, right?
[Speaking of busy knightsβ¦]
Does He know youβre in town?
(( from here ))
I don't like loose ends, no. You're a bit of a detective yourself, huh?
But no, I don't specialize in the occult, but I've had a few run-ins with cultish happenings. I'd prefer almost any other case over this, but it's becoming a concerning pattern.
[ read: his involvement with superpowered beings, with the supernatural, and running in the circles he does tends to get him involved in those who try to explain and control the supernatural. ]
But trouble has a way of finding you too, doesn't it? The first time we met was something like this.
(( ooc: love it, all of it!! dick will have heard of her, hence keeping in contact with her...gave her his number after meeting her during an investigation or something. what kind of powers does lydia have? ))
I don't like loose ends, no. You're a bit of a detective yourself, huh?
But no, I don't specialize in the occult, but I've had a few run-ins with cultish happenings. I'd prefer almost any other case over this, but it's becoming a concerning pattern.
[ read: his involvement with superpowered beings, with the supernatural, and running in the circles he does tends to get him involved in those who try to explain and control the supernatural. ]
But trouble has a way of finding you too, doesn't it? The first time we met was something like this.
(( ooc: love it, all of it!! dick will have heard of her, hence keeping in contact with her...gave her his number after meeting her during an investigation or something. what kind of powers does lydia have? ))
Far from my first run in with cults that have actually contacted something. And trouble not only has a way of finding me, if I don't see it coming I end up as something it tries to make a victim. But this is my first cult here in San Francisco. And I don't have the backup here I'd have in Beacon Hills.
OOC: She's a banshee officially, and her powers were added as needed by the writers. I break them into two parts - the hearing voices (including both hearing ghosts and psychometry/object reading) which frequently warn her when someone is going to die (and when she was younger literally and repeatedly sleep-walked her into murder scenes), and a swiss-army-knife scream (I often make her a younger cousin of Dinah/Black Canary) that works really well against ghosts. She also has a Babs-level brain and has been through hell and back almost literally.
Also depending on how connected Dick is to the supernatural he might know one of three things about Beacon Hills. Worse death rate than most war zones. Supernatural nexus defended by a recently almost destroyed werewolf pack. Roach motel for an awful lot of bad supernatural creatures that have tried to take the nexus by force by what might be the same pack but is reported to have a lot of non-werewolves (in Buffy crossovers I call the Nemeton a hellmouth with a weird seal).
OOC: She's a banshee officially, and her powers were added as needed by the writers. I break them into two parts - the hearing voices (including both hearing ghosts and psychometry/object reading) which frequently warn her when someone is going to die (and when she was younger literally and repeatedly sleep-walked her into murder scenes), and a swiss-army-knife scream (I often make her a younger cousin of Dinah/Black Canary) that works really well against ghosts. She also has a Babs-level brain and has been through hell and back almost literally.
Also depending on how connected Dick is to the supernatural he might know one of three things about Beacon Hills. Worse death rate than most war zones. Supernatural nexus defended by a recently almost destroyed werewolf pack. Roach motel for an awful lot of bad supernatural creatures that have tried to take the nexus by force by what might be the same pack but is reported to have a lot of non-werewolves (in Buffy crossovers I call the Nemeton a hellmouth with a weird seal).
That's because Bruce isn't an easy man, but you knew that.
He talked about you sometimes.
It will be a good time for me, maybe not for you but that's not really my concern.
So when I find this girl, what am I to do with her?
He talked about you sometimes.
It will be a good time for me, maybe not for you but that's not really my concern.
So when I find this girl, what am I to do with her?
Well, say it's an evil corporation that has really hurt someone you wanna show your affection to. Flaming bag of biodegradable glitter or something is totally love language.
(( from here ))
[ it's a beat of powerful wings through the air that alerts Dick of Gar's presence. he looks up to see Gar's owl, and a brow lifts into an impressed expression. he's always impressed when he gets the treat of seeing Gar in a different form, whether it's the tiger, a snake, a bat, or any of his more recent incarnations. the best part is watching the younger man grow into his abilities. he can't help the pleased curl at the corner of his mouth before he nods, more than happy to take the direction.
the bike roars to life as takes off, voice barley lifting above the whirr of the wind. he trusts Gar to follow. ]
That was fast. Thanks. Did you notice when the signals all dropped out? I think it's more than just a dead zone.
[ it's a beat of powerful wings through the air that alerts Dick of Gar's presence. he looks up to see Gar's owl, and a brow lifts into an impressed expression. he's always impressed when he gets the treat of seeing Gar in a different form, whether it's the tiger, a snake, a bat, or any of his more recent incarnations. the best part is watching the younger man grow into his abilities. he can't help the pleased curl at the corner of his mouth before he nods, more than happy to take the direction.
the bike roars to life as takes off, voice barley lifting above the whirr of the wind. he trusts Gar to follow. ]
That was fast. Thanks. Did you notice when the signals all dropped out? I think it's more than just a dead zone.
Edited 2023-06-04 03:28 (UTC)
[It would be impossible to answer Dick once Gar tosses himself back up into the air, so he takes a beat to answer and then he's a bird of prey once more, following the bike at close range, looking for the perpetrator that might have thrown Dick's senses and GPS into disarray.]
I was more concerned about finding you, but yeah. This is some freaking next level stuff. Someone doesn't want you following them. We'll find out what's going on.
[Once they get out of the dead zone and back on track it doesn't take too long before Gar spots the green bike that Dick was talking about. It's abandoned and laying next to a warehouse. He hoots several times and swoops down in front of Dick leading them both to the side of the building opposite where the bike is. Silence wraps around them as feathers slide back and become a male dressed in a red uniform. ]
The Kawasaki is on the other side, figured we didn't want to come in too close.
I was more concerned about finding you, but yeah. This is some freaking next level stuff. Someone doesn't want you following them. We'll find out what's going on.
[Once they get out of the dead zone and back on track it doesn't take too long before Gar spots the green bike that Dick was talking about. It's abandoned and laying next to a warehouse. He hoots several times and swoops down in front of Dick leading them both to the side of the building opposite where the bike is. Silence wraps around them as feathers slide back and become a male dressed in a red uniform. ]
The Kawasaki is on the other side, figured we didn't want to come in too close.
(( from here ))
[ he doesn't think he's ever been this close to this side of Jason before. they're all good liars on some level, maybe not to each other, but to others they were master manipulators. they had to be to, on the simplest level, to keep their identities under cover.
but there's something to Jason being like this that quickened his heartbeat. he laughs it off. ]
Mercurial. Big words, Jason. [ he shoots back, as the bartender points in their direction. he lifts a hand in an easy wave and winks, catches the mark's eyes, and feels his skin crawl when the man curls a finger. sure, he's good at this, but he's never liked this. he tips his drink back and pushes to stand, finds Jason's shoulder with a steady squeeze and a pat. stay. ]
[ he doesn't think he's ever been this close to this side of Jason before. they're all good liars on some level, maybe not to each other, but to others they were master manipulators. they had to be to, on the simplest level, to keep their identities under cover.
but there's something to Jason being like this that quickened his heartbeat. he laughs it off. ]
Mercurial. Big words, Jason. [ he shoots back, as the bartender points in their direction. he lifts a hand in an easy wave and winks, catches the mark's eyes, and feels his skin crawl when the man curls a finger. sure, he's good at this, but he's never liked this. he tips his drink back and pushes to stand, finds Jason's shoulder with a steady squeeze and a pat. stay. ]
[They were all excellent liars, but they all knew the number one rule of lying. 'Tell the truth as much as you can'. It made it harder for other people to catch them in a lie if they weren't actually lying, after all.
So was Jason lying about not really having a 'type'? No. He wasn't. He just didn't elaborate on the details.
Dick's hand was warm on his shoulder and he flicked his gaze over for just a moment to let the older man know that his message was received. He counted to ten, sipping at his drink, then casually reached up to tuck one of his wayward curls back behind his ear...and thumbing the comm in his ear as he did so.]
In your ear, Casanova.
So was Jason lying about not really having a 'type'? No. He wasn't. He just didn't elaborate on the details.
Dick's hand was warm on his shoulder and he flicked his gaze over for just a moment to let the older man know that his message was received. He counted to ten, sipping at his drink, then casually reached up to tuck one of his wayward curls back behind his ear...and thumbing the comm in his ear as he did so.]
In your ear, Casanova.
He told me. He seemed surprised that I didnβt know.
It doesnβt matter anyway. To me heβs just Steve and he makes me happy. Thatβs all I care about. Between the two of you I donβt feel alone anymore.
It doesnβt matter anyway. To me heβs just Steve and he makes me happy. Thatβs all I care about. Between the two of you I donβt feel alone anymore.
(( contd ))
[ he's used to this, having to negotiate between his dual-identities, the pretending that he has no context on Darcy, her name, her job, her history, but that it's hard right now says volumes.
he'd be more alarmed at it if he weren't so alarmed at the scene already. ]
Thank you. [ it's a Nomex and triple-weave Kevlar shell, electrically insulated and light-sensitive, so on and so forth, but he spares her the details, though he does try for a smile, spreading his hands at his side as if to give her a better look. ] Hi, Darcy. It's alright, no need to apologize. You okay? Anything hurt besides being shaken up? Where are you headed?
[ he's used to this, having to negotiate between his dual-identities, the pretending that he has no context on Darcy, her name, her job, her history, but that it's hard right now says volumes.
he'd be more alarmed at it if he weren't so alarmed at the scene already. ]
Thank you. [ it's a Nomex and triple-weave Kevlar shell, electrically insulated and light-sensitive, so on and so forth, but he spares her the details, though he does try for a smile, spreading his hands at his side as if to give her a better look. ] Hi, Darcy. It's alright, no need to apologize. You okay? Anything hurt besides being shaken up? Where are you headed?
I'm fine, [ Darcy assures him. She really is. She hadn't been in the explosion and no one had been hurt. She's a little shaken up, but that's about it. ] I'm just a bit worried about my work. Hopefully I can grab it once things calm down here.
[ She stops for a moment, not knowing why she's saying all of this to Nightwing of all people. ] Sorry, I'll be fine. I'm just going to head back to the airbnb that I'm staying in. I've already made my statement with the police, so they told me I'm free to go.
[ She stops for a moment, not knowing why she's saying all of this to Nightwing of all people. ] Sorry, I'll be fine. I'm just going to head back to the airbnb that I'm staying in. I've already made my statement with the police, so they told me I'm free to go.
I gotta go.
I'm gonna catch a flight back to Gotham tonight.
I'm gonna catch a flight back to Gotham tonight.
(( cont'd ))
Wow, I'm honoured. That's big, coming from you. And here I am demanding you show me your photo of me sleeping.
Yeah, circus kid. All the cameras, you know? I'm used to them, but they remind me of that time.
Is that a hand cuff?
Ha. I'm trying for class here, but you know I wouldn't turn down Racy either.
((ooc: omg!! which titans do you have??))
Wow, I'm honoured. That's big, coming from you. And here I am demanding you show me your photo of me sleeping.
Yeah, circus kid. All the cameras, you know? I'm used to them, but they remind me of that time.
Is that a hand cuff?
Ha. I'm trying for class here, but you know I wouldn't turn down Racy either.
((ooc: omg!! which titans do you have??))
I'm doing my best to keep you interested for when you eventually find out about my past. Pictures of me aren't things to spread, but I've never been very innocent.
Is this where I admit I knew of the amazing flying Graysons? I am a top level spy. You should see what asks me out occasionally, I have too at least glance at a file. Although, I imagine you have an idea, being attached to money the way you are. It's not easy being famous.
I wish. Sadly, it's one of the widow "bites" they call them. They discharge electricity when I fight and help my punches pack an extra bite. I was sleeping on the training floor when we were trying to close down the red room. An extra nasty piece in Russia.
If you only want classy, then that's all you'll get.
[dun, dun, dun. These are my biggest secrets. :x I have a dick (I always think yours is better) and gar. I could make a girl, but I only keep one girl active at a time, and I'm terrible with journal names. ]
Is this where I admit I knew of the amazing flying Graysons? I am a top level spy. You should see what asks me out occasionally, I have too at least glance at a file. Although, I imagine you have an idea, being attached to money the way you are. It's not easy being famous.
I wish. Sadly, it's one of the widow "bites" they call them. They discharge electricity when I fight and help my punches pack an extra bite. I was sleeping on the training floor when we were trying to close down the red room. An extra nasty piece in Russia.
If you only want classy, then that's all you'll get.
[dun, dun, dun. These are my biggest secrets. :x I have a dick (I always think yours is better) and gar. I could make a girl, but I only keep one girl active at a time, and I'm terrible with journal names. ]
Edited 2024-03-11 17:33 (UTC)
they can somehow get one another to talk. shock and awe?
blackhourglass
- 2024-03-20 18:38 (UTC) - Expand(( cont'd ))
15? Alright. Should be enough time to tidy this disaster.
Yeah. It's new, that's for sure. The spot you've been dropping me off, though? That's not my actual building. This is.[ he links her a different address, a block around the corner from where he's been telling her to leave him. ]
Sorry. I hope you can understand the need for secrecy. At least I'm telling you now?
15? Alright. Should be enough time to tidy this disaster.
Yeah. It's new, that's for sure. The spot you've been dropping me off, though? That's not my actual building. This is.[ he links her a different address, a block around the corner from where he's been telling her to leave him. ]
Sorry. I hope you can understand the need for secrecy. At least I'm telling you now?
Edited 2024-03-11 17:52 (UTC)
You thought I was gonna tell people where you live? Or are you worried weβre being followed? Either one kind of sucks.
Of course. And it would kill my friends in question. Thing is my friends in question are werewolves.
I think these cultists are LARPers who know just enough from urban myth to add a little believability and are mostly throwing parties. But real werewolf hunters pretending to be LARPers is possible. As is an inner circle of werewolf hunters recruiting from the LARPers.
I think these cultists are LARPers who know just enough from urban myth to add a little believability and are mostly throwing parties. But real werewolf hunters pretending to be LARPers is possible. As is an inner circle of werewolf hunters recruiting from the LARPers.
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