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@likeholy / intro

i don’t really work on faith.    [ ben didn’t react when she said it.  lycan.  the word slid into place with everything else she’d already proven she could see.  he’d learned a long time ago that surprise was a luxury.  people either knew what he was,  or they died before it mattered.  she was right,  too. ]    too long for my liking but he said you would be able to help.    [ he noted the way she moved:  unhurried,  but alert.  someone who didn’t need to stand still to be in control of a room.  his arms cross against his chest loosely. ]    look,  i don’t do small talk.  i don’t want to waste your time and i don’t want to waste mine either.  i need something contained while still alive.  if it dies,  the situation gets worse.    [ he exhaled through his nose,  quiet and controlled.  the kind of breath taken before a door kicked in or a truth laid flat.  something in his tone shifts ever so slightly. ]    you’re sort of my last hope right now.  

@dearprey,     you ask if i am a professional then ask how familiar i am.  you must not have a lot of faith in me already.   [though the santoire’s tone suggested that this interaction was over before it began,  she made no gesture for him to leave.    the towel ceased, falling with a heavy and wet sound on wood;  her weight leaning against the table.   natasha stares.  then,  she smiled. it was barely there but enough to show that she wasn’t a threat—yet]   familiar enough to know that you’re a lycan before you had the opportunity to tell me.  [then she’s up and resuming her chore]     sounds like a long case if you’re coming all the way here asking for /my/ help.   

[ ben didn’t step any further into the shop.  he had watched how she had closed the shop,  waiting for the last customer to exit.  he noticed how the towel never left her hand.  how her body angled,  not defensive,  not welcoming—-  but ready.  professional,  or something close.  he took in the details the way he always did:  exits,  corners,  the weight of the room.  then her. ]    i need help on a case i’ve been working on for a while now.   i usually don’t outsource,  but well .. here we are.  how familiar are you with the supernatural?  

@wiccaanways   is that what you’re calling this?  a trap?  for me?  must be your best work…

⠀⠀ ⁎ ݃ ⠀⠀@magikais  ,  you know what i find funny?   every time one of these wounds  up in my hand,   there’s always a loud mouth leech like you who thinks it’s for them.  [ EYES THAT BELONGED TO THE SANTOIRE GIRL REMAINED FIXED ON THE SUPPOSED VAMPIRE—ENDER WITHIN HER GRASP.  EXCEPT IT WAS NOT USED TO END SUCH A VILE CREATURE AT ALL BUT TURNED UPON ITS FORMER POSSESSOR,  GIVEN THE BLOOD.  WARM. RED. HUMAN.]    now,   if you don’t mind i have a murder to investigate.    unless you came here to cease living… quite depressing for something like you,   i always imagined you take great pleasure in living for so long like false gods. 

they’re more fun when they’re bold.   i always like a good fight.    [ the dhampir pauses,  offering a glance over her shoulder to the other.  she smiles,  satisfied,  before turning her attention back to the burnt remains.  she takes a few steps closer to it. ]     but still  ..  i do truly believe there’s something else going on—-  i just don’t know what.  yet.  

⠀⠀ ⁎ ݃ ⠀⠀@eadimidium     could be,    [FINGERS WOULD ADJUST THE RINGS ON PALE FINGERS,  STARING AT THE BURNT REMAINS OF A DEMON SENT BACK HOME PER SANTOIRE COSTUME.  SHE SHOOK HER HAND,   ENERGY SPURTS LEAVING HER MUSCLES TWITCHY]    or they’re just getting bold,   now that their limited time is shortening.    

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[Q]:   what  can you tell us about the work you do?   how do we know it’s all real ? 
            [A]:          ❛      well for starters you don’t have to believe it’s real.  demons don’t care if you believe in them or not they don’t need your thoughts to feel validated. in fact they thrive off of the unbelief.  makes them feel invincible.       makes our work all the more important.    ❜    
            
                      WRITTEN ANNO DOMINI  2O21
            ⠀⠀    REVIVED ANNO DOMINI   2O26
            ⠀⠀⠀         semi—lit ,     low—act

⠀⠀..  sorry,  should i know you ?

@myvampyr     (grooooaannnnn)    it’s just you.