It was a decidedly.....questionable neighbourhood. In fact it was almost entirely unsanitary enough to make me wish I carried a gun- or any weapon really. I wasn't entirely un-armed, Kat having taken to attempting to hide weapons in my clothing in some effort to convince me I actually needed them and yet to be entirely honest I wasn't even sure what the weapon she'd given me actually did. Maybe I could throw it at a potential attacker before proceeding to run- yet another athletic pursuit I truly had little desire to indulge in. After all, there are precious few exercises I have any desire to perform, so very few of them involving any real satisfaction save those few Kat was willing to indulge me in. Honestly why anyone needs any exercise outside of sex I hardly know, it is entirely physical in the most pleasurable way and provides substantial reward for effort. Something jogging never really did manage to do for me. I brushed my thoughts about exercise aside, hands tucking into the pockets of my jeans if only to prevent them from actually touching anything, I have no idea how many sanitary hand wipes I have left and truly I have ever determination to conserve them. Perhaps Azrael was trying to get me killed by sending me to this neighbourhood, it would hardly surprise me, the blonde hunter and I hadn't exactly gotten on entirely well and yet really most men tend to find me a little.....untrustworthy. It was hardly my fault their girlfriends found them unsatisfying, I was merely performing a service their wives and girlfriends were entirely in need of, if anything they should be thanking me and yet they so rarely ever do. Shame that.

As for Azrael, I'm not entirely sure he likes anyone, my phone call to him lasting only long enough for him to mutter an address before hanging up. Maybe that is was a lack of getting laid does to a man eventually, then again I am beginning to suspect Hunters in general are in possession of this less then pleasant demeanour, the stigma attached to them hardly having helped me in my own earlier pursuits. I never have had women run away from me before and yet their determination to assure me I was one of these Hunters had been entirely displeasing in itself. What? I'm not in denial I'm merely choosing to explore other alternatives because in truth I hardly have any desire to be a Hunter. Killing things isn't really my style. I always was more a lover then a fighter and if I have to touch this door handle I am entirely of the belief I am going to die of some sort of viral plague. I paused briefly to check the address, making sure this really was the place Azrael seemed so determined was going to be of use before the blue gold of my gaze moved to focus upon the metal door handle once more. Has anyone ever checked this for bacteria? I think I may have managed a scowl of sorts before actually reaching for it and somehow managing to open it, stepping the....well.....residence I suppose you would call it. 'Store' seemed entirely to classy for what was essentially what I pictured a basement to be like after a hurricane assaulted it. At least- I assume a basement looks like this, I truly never have owned one- or if I have I've never managed to find it.

One hand moved to reach instinctively for the pair of Ray Bans that hung loosely from my shirt, flicking them out and sliding them easily onto my face, plunging the store into a darker, far easier lighting for my mind to comprehend, desperately attempting to shield my gaze from the clutter that seemed to envelope the entire space. Honestly had they never heard of order? As their any system? Who cleaned? Alright- so maybe I am not entirely as perfect as I appear- such is the curse of having a mind that functions the way my own does, a mind that simply never stops, thoughts forever entangled and distracted. ADD they called it, in combination with the equally attractive lettered OCD, apparently the reason I like to order things and yet truly if I attempted to order any of these things I would be here all night and I hardly need Kat coming searching. She's out today, some sort of Council meeting, so I'd taken the opportunity to conduct my own business while she was away and not hunting- an activity I was yet to actually be successful out.

I finally managed to drag my attention away from the unordered and over cluttered shelves that threatened to be my undoing entirely, the darkness provided by the glasses allowing me to actually navigate the store and move towards the counter and the man behind it- whose shirt was so last season it was almost a crime. It was just one version of hell after another in this place. Either way I managed a grin of sorts, blue gold gaze concealed beneath the lens of the ray bans, one hand lifting to sweep loosely at a few strands of golden brown hair that had managed to escape their carefully designed 'just got out of bed' look. It's a thing- I promise.

"Are you.....Davante?"

I moved to check the paper again. Davante? Unusual name. Then again I once slept with a girl called Bambi- a significantly worse name by comparison. Did people really live like this? Something that may well have been a bug managed to scuttle beneath the counter at my feet, features frowning ever so slightly as I glanced upward once more to meet the mans gaze in an effort to actually appear polite.

"Azrael gave me your address, he said you might be able to help me obtain something I need. I can also assure you I have no desire to hunt you or whatever it is my kind is supposed to do. Killing isn't really my thing- much to Azrael and the Council's eternal horror. Although really, have you ever tried getting blood out of white shirts? It's not worth the effort."

I'm not gay, I promise. I think I may have even managed a simper of sorts at my own ridiculously poor ability to hunt, lip quirking slightly upward before allowing my attention to rest upon the other man once more, one eye lifting slightly, waiting for the man to speak before continuing.

"What I'm looking for isn't entirely in accordance with this countries laws. I prefer to think of it as circumnavigating legal loopholes and I hear you might be willing to help."



k o h l
so you want to play with magic?