Thread: Girl in the Fire, Boy in the Storm (Absinth and Enigma)

The slam into him didn't perturb him much, as he'd been hit by things that were both bigger and stronger than she was in the past. Hell, his former squad captain could upend a tank on his own, and Daniel had taken a punch directly to the face from that fuck. To be fair, he'd been out of his mind with grief and rage, and those things seemed to make him far more durable than usually. EIther way, it was more amusing than anything and it did make him chuckle. The male watched the exchange between the two, shaking his head as he watched her take to the lycanthrope. THe whole idea behind the butterknife is that it would have been considerably more painful, and far more ragged a cut. He had to admit that growl... the affect it had on him was rather exhilarating. It was one of those nonsensical abilities, the ones that made one's sense of fear just sky rocket for no reason. It wasn't necessarily simple to overcome, but for someone like Daniel, it was easy to pick out real terror from artificial. He'd been in real danger before. This wasn't it. Ohhohoho! The Plot thi- FUCK Daniel! The female twin swore mid sentence as the glass in her hand exploded, the knife that he'd had was now stuck in the wall across the room. Danielle stalked off to get a towel, muttering curses under her breath, leaving them to their interrogation. Try to get some straight answers from a guy and some dumbass witchy lesbian has to make stupid comments. After listening to the two speak, and then the little spat between her and her father, Daniel turned to face her and listened to her talk. He shook his head and said If I were a different man, I'd kick your ass out and do what I planned to do in the first place... He let the silence hang for a few moments, the seriousness in his tone, the sternness in his voice was probably fairly intimidating to anyone aside from the young woman currently standing, naked, before him. He rather enjoyed the view though. She was gorgeous, definitely his type in the looks department and, well, to be honest, his type in the personality department too. Most of the women in his life were feisty' for lack of a more polite term. After a few moments he let his breath go in a long, drawn out sigh, shrugging off his shirt to leave his torso bare. Now she could see that the scars extended all the way around his chest, across his strong and broad shoulders and along his biceps. Some of them were downright questionable, like the small moon over his heart or the line around his right arm that looked like his arm should've been severed. Still, it was pretty hard not to look. He was fairly well tanned, after all, and even with all the scars it was hard not to notice the muscles. Certainly not Herculean by anyone's standards but thoughts about how he'd feel under her fingertips were probably going to be a problem for her. Here He said, sliding the shirt around her shoulders, chuckling reluctantly as he continued I have to admit, you are far more interesting than I could have imagined. Don't worry about spies or the like. I'll have Carmina reinforce the house with wards and spells designed to detect intruders. It'd take more than some sneaky little thief to end my life, especially when I get to kill a whole bunch of people. Fighting a whole pack of werewolves. That'll be fun. It's been a long time since I had an excuse to do some damage to someone who deserves it. I usually just end up whacking some snivelling politician who got on the wrong side of the Salida Mafia. Man those guys are cry babies. After a few moments of silence, he finally said So, first thing is find you a room, which isn't hard. Lots of guest rooms. Second thing is to call Carmina to come reinforce the wards and make some new ones to detect entities on the ground. Third is to get you some clothing because, not gonna lie, seeing you in my shirt like that is definitely doing it for me. Does NOT help that you have a fantastic rack and that ass? God damn. You might literally be worse than most literal Hell Bitches I've known but you certainly make up for it in the looks department So, follow me He said, motioning her to follow as he started towards the second floor, almost as if he hadn't just complimented in her in a gratuitously sexual manner. From here she could see that even his back was scarred all over. Most combat veterans didn't look like this, what the fuck had Daniel been doing in his life time to make himself look like a human tapestry of things you shouldn't do? Speaking of things she could see, he had a fairly nice ass even in those jeans. So, tell me about this Jamie Eros. Should I look out for him or would it just be worth my time to send one of my associates after him instead of doing it myself He asked her as they climbed the stairs I try to avoid fights that aren't fun