Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

Why was blood so hard to get off skin?

Sure, the bulk of it came off readily enough and yet that red taint seemed to stain all-too eagerly. Azrael returned his hands to that water once more, the hunter using his thumb to try and work those red stains from the fingers of his opposite hand. Soap would have been decidedly useful and yet public bathrooms- especially on the west side amongst the graffiti filled, trash strewn streets -tended to lack even those basic luxuries. Someone probably bloody stole it. His hands, it seemed, were as clean as they were going to be in these conditions. Azrael drying them off before wandering back out and onto the street, his jacket swung easily over his shoulder and zipped up to hide the blood-stained shirt beneath and at least present the world at large with some modicum of decency- even if he was rather assured those blood stains sent a message to that supernatural community at large. How fortunate they were that his work for tonight was done.

His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans. Azrael heading down that street then. The warehouse district surprisingly empty and yet maybe that was for the better. Those few lone stragglers he passed hurriely crossed to the other side of the street to avoid him, Azrael paying them no heed as he wandered back towards the center of town and that head office. As soon as he got that paperwork written up he could head home. His bed sounding decidedly good tonight. If he was lucky enough he might even find Serafina asleep in it. The very thought of that managed to tug something almost akin to a smile to his lips. Azrael rounding that corner as a door slammed shut from somewhere ahead off him. His golden eyes lifting upward to read that neon 'Gym' sign flashing in the gloom before his gaze fixated upon the figure of the woman ahead of him. Katarina?

It had been several months since he had last seen his fellow Councillor. In fact, it had been several weeks since anyone had seen her at all. Kat having refused a number of missions those past few weeks and all but gone nearly rouge in her hunting, refusing to declare who or what she was looking for. At least, that's what Azrael had heard. Frankly, as far as the often bitter blonde was concerned he was mostly sure Kat was probably off with that all-but useless boyfriend of hers. He was willing to admit, maybe, that Kohl was....talented when it came to weapon designer and manufacturer and yet as far as his hunting skills went they were near non-existent. Why a woman like Kat, capable of so much, spent her time with a man who'd once had a meltdown because over a mud stain he hardly knew. Each to their own, he supposed. Azrael attempted to shove those thoughts aside for now as that affinity embraced him- that rush of speed sending him forward just as the moon passed beneath those clouds. His hand reaching to touch her shoulder.

"Kat? I- jesus!"

He had hardly expected the woman to whirl around as she did. Azrael flinging himself clear of any punches or kicks that might have come his way. The Hunter scowling toward his companion now with that near incredulous look on his features, even if he was, perhaps, inclined to admit that had been something off his own fault. Sneaking up on a Hunter was never a truly good idea even if he hadn't meant to sneak at all. Azrael's arms folding over his chest as he eyed the woman.

"Fucking hell, Kat. It's just me. Where have you been lately? You've missed at least three meetings. You weren't even there to vote on appointing the new High Commander of the Mounted Brigade. What have you been doing?"