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Census records are based off of a character's main Group and Race. You will find the racial numbers in the following order according to group: Management, Assassins, Hunters, Operators, Hotel Staff, Cleaners, Prey, and Civilians.
Nephilims: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Hellions: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Djinn: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Humans: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx
Nephilims: ♂ 02 ♀ xx ⚥ xx Hellions: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Djinn: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Humans: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx
Nephilims: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Hellions: ♂ 02 ♀ xx ⚥ xx Djinn: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Humans: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx
Nephilims: ♂ 01 ♀ xx ⚥ xx Hellions: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Djinn: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Humans: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx
Nephilims: ♂ 01 ♀ xx ⚥ xx Hellions: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Djinn: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Humans: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx
Nephilims: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Hellions: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Djinn: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Humans: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx
Nephilims: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Hellions: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Djinn: ♂ 01 ♀ xx ⚥ xx Humans: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx
Nephilims: ♂ 02 ♀ xx ⚥ xx Hellions: ♂ xx ♀ xx ⚥ xx Djinn: ♂ 01 ♀ xx ⚥ xx Humans: ♂ 01 ♀ xx ⚥ xx
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 11, 2017 21:31:30 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
The brunette quickly grabbed the wrist of the blonde as he tapped him on his head and twisted it easily in ways that it probably shouldn't be twisted. He did not appreciate being so casually touched, and he was making that point very effectively clear. He just watched the blonde go off, rolling his eyes a bit about another mention of his boss. "He got paid. Why the fuck would he care?" It wasn't like it was rocket science. His account was damn near empty, so obviously he had paid for the damn kid. Why the hell would that stupid silver prick care what happened to the merchandise after it was bought?
The blonde summoned the kid to go with him, but the kid made no motion to do so, simply remaining where he was, staring at the tv. He had barely touched any of the food he had been made, on any occasion, and he had barely done anything but sit there. He hadn't made a single sound aside from the few that had been made when he was being yelled at by the brunette. "And why exactly does he need a name? I don't even have a name, and I'm doing just fine." Well, that wasn't exactly true. He did have a name, he just despised it with every ounce of his being. Still, the brunette huffed and stood up, moving over to the kid and grabbing his hair in his hand, swiftly taking his dagger and- falling to the floor.
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A soft groan left him as he finally started to come to. Well. That hadn't worked. How long had he been out for anyways? Damn his head hurt.. What the hell happened? But rather suddenly the brunette sat up, looking in a panic for all of his weapons. After a growl, he ripped the covers off of himself and stormed out to the living room, searching for his daggers and ripping them off the table, reattaching them to his person. "Don't ever touch my shit again."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]339 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 11, 2017 22:50:40 GMT -6
When the kid didn't follow him, he turned around and sighed in an irritated manner, frowning slightly as the kid did nothing but stare at the tv. His eyes moved over to the brunette as he questioned why the kid even needed a name. He rolled his eyes and just placed a hand on his hip as he tilted his head a little. "I'd rather call him something than 'hey kid' all the time. As for you..." He trailed off as he shrugged a little, lifting a brow slightly. "I think I'll give you a name then if you're going to be so stubborn about it."
Though his eyes widened a little as he moved over to the kid with a knife as he grabbed his hair, only for him to collapse to the floor. He stared at the fallen brunette for several moments before he moved over to the kid, stepping around the brunette, and scanned his eyes over the kid's face. "You okay?" He asked him, soon sighing as he shook his head. "Never mind, you're not even going to answer... Eat your food or I'm turning the tv off." He told him, giving him a bit of a stern look before he moved over to the brunette and knelt down. He moved his hands over his body in search of weapons, pulling each one he found out and then eventually took them to the table.
After a few minutes he sighed and looked back to the brunette on the floor before he moved over to him and carefully gathered him up in his arms, having him rest his head against his shoulder. He glanced over towards the kid again, just standing there with Icarus in his arms. "Kid... Seriously, throw me a bone here. A name, anything. And if you want to stay hidden from anyone we've got to get your hair cut. It won't hurt, okay?" He told him, soon turning away to move back towards his bedroom.
Once there he set the brunette in his bed, pulling the covers over the brunette. For a few moments he just stood there, staring down at the brunette as the male was just passed out in his bed. He actually looked...normal like this. He then shook his head before he glanced away, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck before he walked out of his room.
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Michael was sitting on the couch with the tv off, having a bit of a stare-off with the kid as a pair of scissors sat on the coffee table. He turned his attention over to the brunette as he had come out and put his weapons back on his person. At his words, the blonde rolled his eyes and stood up with a stretch. "Kid, we're not done." He uttered to the kid before he moved over to the brunette and stood before him, crossing his arms. "Don't go scare a kid like that then. Don't know what happened to you but fuck you have a lot of knives." He told him, tilting his chin up a little as he made eye contact with the brunette.
A small smirk crossed his face and he lifted a hand to run it through his hair. "So, you said you didn't have a name? Well I think I came up with one for you." He mentioned, tilting his head to the side a little.
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 11, 2017 23:20:50 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
Another growl left the brunette as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh yeah? And what kind of name is that, huh?" He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Gods, it wasn't like he was a lost puppy or something. Maybe he had made a mistake bringing the kid here after all. "And it doesn't really seem like he wants a hair cut. I mean. He didn't make you pass out but... It's kind of obvious by the fact that you haven't done it yet..." He shrugged a bit and flopped down in a chair, bringing one leg up across the other. It's not like any of this really even mattered, did it? He would still have to find a way out of the city with this stupid kid, and still somehow manage to convince the order that he didn't take him. After all, if he couldn't do that, he wouldn't ever get his money back...
It was about then that the brunette noticed that the kid still hadn't eaten anything. But the kid didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by it. He didn't really seem to be bothered by anything. He blinked a few times as he studied the younger male, his sapphire eyes just scanning over him. He didn't sleep either, did he? No. There was definitely something weird about it all. He had already figured that he wasn't human, hell, he had picked up on that almost instantly. But still, the boy seemed a lot less human than any other thing that he had ever hunted down before. And with magic like that, it was no wonder that he'd be sold. But still.. Just how exactly did he do that? And why did it make him feel so weak?
[attr="class","scarenotes"]294 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 12, 2017 0:13:23 GMT -6
Michael just released a breath of amusement at his words, simply shaking his head a little. He watched him sit in the chair before he waved a hand towards the kid. "Eudes is just stubborn. We'll get that hair cut eventually." He spoke, soon turning his attention back to the brunette. He then pointed a finger at him, smirking once more. "And you look like a Damien to me. Means to tame, subdue... Though it can also mean to kill." He told him, soon turning away to go over to the kid once more.
He glanced at the food that was still untouched and sighed as he grabbed the plate and walked back over to the brunette, offering it to him. "It's still good, might as well not let it go to waste." He told him, waiting for him to take it before he turned away to go get the scissors from the coffee table. "Eudes, come on... Say something if you even understand us. Look, if you want us to help you...you need to help us. Alright? So start with talking."
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 12, 2017 11:08:16 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
"What, so I'm the omen kid now?" He shook his head and took the plate as it was given to him. "What's wrong with what I told you to call me?" It wasn't like he was going to turn down the food that was given to him, and he ate it rather quickly and in some relative silence. He just watched with some sort of amusement as the blonde went about trying to get the kid to talk to him. It did not seem to be working very well.
The kid just stared, seemingly through the blonde, not seeming to really pay any sort of attention to his words at all. He did glance at the scissors for a moment as they were picked up, but then went back to just zoning out. He had no real intention of saying anything. "Maybe he's mute." The brunette muttered and shrugged a bit before finishing up his breakfast and setting the plate aside. "It's not really my place, but I'll see if I can dig anything up on him tonight while I'm working." Though he had been rather surprised that he wasn't told to go immediately to look for the kid. Apparently they didn't exactly blame him for the kid's disappearance, and instead had blamed the ones that were supposed to immediately pick the kid up. "I can watch him until nightfall if you've got shit to do."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]236 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 12, 2017 11:54:47 GMT -6
Michael glanced over to the brunette at his response about his name, shrugging a little as he moved off to put away the scissors then. "Nothing is wrong with something like Icarus, but you really don't look like one to me." He responded as he moved back into the room and leaned against the counter as he scanned his eyes over the brunette. At his mention of the possibility of the kid being mute, Michael glanced over to the silent kid and shrugged a little. "Maybe, certainly not deaf."
His attention then moved back over to Icarus, or rather Damien as he had dubbed him, as he offered to find any information about the kid while he worked. "That sounds good, I think there might be something on him at work. I can try to snag it from the ones who run another section of the business." He spoke, nodding his head in approval a bit. A brow quirked then at his offer watch the kid while he went out to do stuff until nightfall. Well, wasn't that nice.
"That'd be great actually. Though we're going to have to work something out in case neither of us are around at night. I do occasionally pull all-nighters at work to get shit done." He spoke, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck as he glanced over to the kid for a few moments before looking back at the brunette. He then turned away and walked off to his room to change into his work clothes, just simply getting ready to go out and making sure he was armed before he moved back out into the main area of the apartment.
"There's food in the fridge that shouldn't need to be cooked, so help yourself to that. Try to keep the place clean, will you?" He told him, walking over to the door and pausing there to look at him. He paused as he thought about something and opened his mouth to speak but shut it again and shook his head before he turned away and left, making sure to lock the door behind him.
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 12, 2017 12:42:49 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
The brunette shook his head again. Good gods he felt like he was losing brain cells sitting here listening to this idiot. What, did he not think that he had plans? It wasn't like they were going to stay here forever. He planned to take the kid the next morning, just before sunrise, after he had spent all night searching for the kid, or at least convincing his bosses that he was doing so. And then he would never see the blonde or the stupid kid again.
As he left, the brunette caught the small thought that ran through the blonde's head. Stupid humans and their stupid sentiments. He didn't even know him. He didn't know that he murdered people for a living, now did he? For all he knew, he was just some kind of informant for someone. "Alright. Now. What should we do with you?"
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"You're early, considering you asked for the day off.." The silver haired male raised an eyebrow at the blonde who had showed up for work. He was a bit confused why he would take time off only to show up anyways. "Just couldn't stay away, huh? Well. As long as you're here, I've got a job for you. I want to you to find out who was behind the raid on the auction house."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]221 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 12, 2017 13:22:32 GMT -6
Michael arrived at work and blinked once at his boss's words of him showing up when he had asked for the day off. Oh, right...he had actually forgotten he had asked for such a thing. The blonde managed a small smile and shrugged a little, waving a hand in the air. "Can't ever get enough of this place." He responded briefly before his expression returned to its usual serious one.
He listened to what Kyrarei had to say about a job, nodding his head in confirmation. He slipped a hand into his pocket as he glanced away for a few moments, thinking to himself a little before he turned his attention back to the silver-haired man. "Should I locate any of the raided items then while I'm at it?" He asked him, keeping a straight face as he tilted his head to the side just slightly. "Speaking of which...if you do want me to locate or collect any of the raided items I'd like the catalogs on them for easier processing to avoid any idiots tossing them away if they haven't done so already. Want to be thorough and make sure nothing is missing."
Post by Kyrarei Riei on Sept 15, 2017 22:54:51 GMT -6
This hit, That ice cold Michelle Pfeiffer, That white gold This one for them hood girls, Them good girls, Straight masterpieces Stylin', wilin, Livin' in up in the city Got chucks on with Saint Laurent
Kyrarei Riei
Gotta kiss myself I'm so pretty
It wasn't very likely that the kid knew anything real about the auction anyways. After all, it wasn't uncommon for fanatics of the occult to buy all sorts of shit when it came to being "magical". But what the kid probably didn't know, was that each and every one of those objects had some real magical properties to them. Still, Kyrarei shook his head, just looking over the boy for a few moments. "Nah, I intended to sell it all anyways. Most of it really was just junk. Rich white folks will buy anything these days." Of course, that was a lie too, he was out quite a lot of profit, but at the same time, most of the auction had already gone through, so he still had made quite a killing anyways. "Besides, I've got a buddy on the inside that will just happen to lose most of it in a transfer to a vault." Again he shrugged. Of course he had half the police force paid off, that was just how it was.
"So, just get me the name of the person or persons behind it, yeah? And if you can't do it, then whatever, no real loss to me." Still, Michael had asked for the inventory sheets and he had snorted a bit. "Kid, there weren't any. None that were real anyways. Forged lists, counterfeit art. No real determination of what was really there and what wasn't. That's just the way that these auctions work."
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