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@-demonofnightmares- 
            
            "man, i don't even know what you're talking about. you gotta warrant? you got evidence? cuz i don't see any," kavinsky said, arching one thin eyebrow over the rim of his sunglasses. "otherwise, this is unlawful, doll. what's keeping me from walking outta here, huh? i'm not sayin' another word without my lawyer present." he'd dreamed everything up. the only evidence they could possibly have was hearsay.

@vexedtonightmare 
            
            the demon gave him an exasperated look, a deep sigh escaping his form. “don’t give me that bullshit, kavinsky” the married man spoke, honestly too exhausted to deal the other males smugness. “I can honestly sit here all night, I have nothing better to do. but, if you confess.. then maybe we can discuss a deal”  he spoke, staring across the table at the other. 

@-demonofnightmares- 
            
            kavinsky spread his hands and smirked, sharp and easy, without a care in the world. "confess what, officer?" he drawled, somehow making the word sound like an insult. kavinsky had seen worse than this guy. besides - if you couldn't pay them off, then there were always other... alternatives. "i haven't done anything." that you can prove, he silently added. the drugs, weapons, explosives - they were all untraceable.

@vexedtonightmare
            
            “Befriended a witch on my first hunt.  Taught me how to make things when I can’t use my combat skills.”, he responded before he looked back. “If you want to learn how to make it, I’d show you. It’ll die from being in that position because the dust acts as if it’s strangling.” 

@-brokenseal- 
            
            kavinsky pulled an impressed face, taking a long drag in and letting out a slow, slow breath, smoke smudging against the sky. "creation. dream. nightmare." kavinsky shrugged, seemingly uncaring. "wasn't keen on seeing it kill you, doll. just observing. don't really care one way or the other. handy trick. what'd you do?" kavinsky had thick, ropy scars all over his back and chest from his dreams. it would be nice to have something to fight back a little more effectively.

@vexedtonightmare
            
            The hunter didn’t move until the last second.  In reality, he didn’t move at all except to use what he’d gotten out of his bag.  He threw a dust like substance into the night terror’s face which would take immediate effect into putting the thing into a state as if it were frozen.  Jasper silently thanked the witch he knew a long time ago that had given and shown him how to make the dust. “I suspect it’s your creation? Otherwise you wouldn’t be so keen on seeing it kill me.”, he said aloud. 

@kidnaphack 
            
            neither. don’t give me pets. i don’t do ‘taking care of things’

ahh  ,    you're more of a cat guy   ?    i'm a bit of both  ,    honestly   .

@kidnaphack 
            
            hell no, man, are you kidding me? i'm not a,,,, dog person

@vexedtonightmare ↠
            
            "Alexander," he offered, though bird man would've been just fine in his book as he'd been called much much worse. "But i might head to my partners' apartment. Just wished I didn't have to disturb them so late at night." He didn't offer to clarify the term 'partners' and he didn't think the other man would ask either, most people didn't, thinking that maybe Alexander was gay and didn't want to be too obvious about it. He wasn't gay. As they walked, Alexander was constantly glancing around them, but the sound of protestors got farther and farther away and for a moment, he felt safe. But that feeling didn't last. He was, after all, walking with a complete stranger. 

@-ofangels 
            
            "huh." kavinsky said merrily. what was it like to be poor? he'd never know. poor people were weird. "not if you do it right." kavinsky shrugged again. "bird man it is. where're you headed?" kavinsky would have offered alexander a place to sleep, but he didn't think that an abandoned dream-car junkyard made for a good sleeping place for people who weren't batshit crazy, ie, kavinsky. this wasn't the weirdest conversation he'd had, though it might have been with one of the weirdest people he'd ever met. i mean, bird wings, really? the man looked like a goddamn angel.

@vexedtonightmare 
            
            "It's cheap," Alexander said easily, "and I'm not really in a position to move at the moment. Besides, I'm pretty sure everyone is this unwelcoming to people who don't belong." Work prevented moving, so did having a daughter. Not his biologically, really she was his little sister but, well, he'd tell her that when she was older. Names mattered to Alexander. He had a running list of people who owed him favors or who he owed favors to. The latter was a short list. "It doesn't matter," Alexander said finally, knowing that he would probably never see the other again. 

@lunarphasing 
            
            // whoo sorry this is a different character from the mb/s! i just rebooted yesterday morning lol and never got around to unpublishing the mb/s for ronan - and this is perfect, thank you!
            
            leaving henrietta had been a mistake, obviously. kavinsky has been free to do whatever he wanted - small town cops were so ridiculously easy to bribe. and now there was this guy tailing him. he was cute, in an ‘protect and serve’ kinda way, which defeated the whole point. but it was time to either lose him or - something. and kavinsky didn’t feel like starting his day off with murder just yet. kavinsky rounded a corner and waited for duncan to catch up. 
            
            kavinsky was a murderer, among other things. he’d killed two people, so far - but no one would be able to know. kavinsky had dreamed up copies of them, perfect down to the last hair. but his other activities were a little more traceable - drugs, forgeries, explosives. no one knew where he’d gotten them. kavinsky stepped out from behind his corner and slung an arm over duncan’s shoulders, companionable and friendly - for now. “someone’s been following me,” kavinsky said in a sing-song tone, looking at duncan. his eyes were like a shark’s - dark, hollow, and cold. “where are you from?”

@nightterrorising 
            
            "well, i'm asking questions, and a lie is better than nothing," kavinsky replied. he'd live off lies any day. they were a damn sight better than the truth. he could control his dreams well enough, he could control his nightmares. but sometimes... sometimes there were other things that took over and kavinsky, for all his stolen power, was helpless in his own head. he hated it. he loved it. he couldn't live without the dreaming, without the creation and destruction and the sheer adrenaline of it all. "don't be a smarmy jackass. this is /my/ head. you're lucky to have gotten in at all. you gotta name, dream man?" kavinsky could call up any manner of nasty things and tear nathan to shreds, but - he didn't want to. he wanted answers. he wanted something substantial, something he could sink his teeth into. nathan wasn't providing anything like that. 
            
            "well, the inside of my dreams aren't for showing," kavinsky replied, baring his teeth in a show of threat. this guy made his skin itch, but not in an entirely awful way. kavinsky wanted to learn more about nathan, peel back his skin and take a look at what made him work, crack open his bones and find what he ran on.

@nightterrorising 
            
            kavinsky’s grin dropped, just an inch, before it was back in full force. “you. you’re not part of my dreams.” he could tell, now that he was looking for it. the man wasn’t another dreamer; he was something else. something... weirder. and kavinsky had just gotten over lynch, too. “you wanna know how i can tell, pen man?” kavinsky stepped closer and fisted a hand in the collar of nathan’s shirt. something savage and delighted flirted across his face at the realization that nathan really /was/ there, and not another night terror that would melt away at his touch. “my dreams are never patronizing pieces of shit. how are you doing this? how did you get into my head?”
            
            joseph kavinsky only had one secret, even under the street racing, the illegal parties, all the drugs and guns and forgeries. he had one secret, and last year, he’d given it away to another dreamer. no one else knew. so how the hell was this guy in one of his dreams? it should have been impossible. kavinsky should have killed him right there - but the heady exhilaration of sharing his dreams again was beginning to take over. kavinsky let go of nathan. he stepped back.

@beatenmedic 
            
            “hey, shut up, man,” kavinsky said, holding up his hands as if to show that he wasn’t armed. “i haven’t even touched you. what’s your issue, anyway?” god, he was noisy. kavinsky just wanted to go back to sleep, slip into his dreams again.

@vexedtonightmare
            
            Alright - you can ride shotgun - which reminds me, there's a 12-gauge in the back of my truck.

@REJECTED-AI 
            
            shit, man. can't say no to that. you driving?

@vexedtonightmare
            
            Shit that includes buildings, monuments, landmarks, the assholes of hookers and prostitutes - anything you'd do on the purge.

@satin-ic 
            [[ LMAO the only proper reaction yes

[[ronan: *is angry*. Me: *wheezing* fuck yea babe, you absolute mad lad 

@satin-ic 
            
            [[ ugh oml I love that