slayers_desire | how much trouble could this be? (open)

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how much trouble could this be? (open)

After talking briefly to Cronus in the Nexus, April had the urge to head towards the nearest nightclub. Perhaps this was because of the LOL that had been implanted on her, placing her 'opposite-side' in control. This meant that the vampire was out and wanted to play.

Right now that included listening to good music and seeing how many drinks she could get strangers to buy her. And not really caring if they had alcohol or not.

((ooc note: with Clark-mun away for family emergency, this is an open post to anyone who wants to find April in this LOL'd state))

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((Connor wouldn't be caught dead (even temporarily!) in a nightclub, but if you want he could encounter her out on the street at night or something...))

((April will leave the nightclub, and end up on the street. So why not?

((Second thread in two days where Connor meets people out on the street at night... oh wait, did that sound bad?))

When he can't sleep, or needs to clear his head, Connor PINpoints to familiar worlds and goes walking. He'd go running instead, but working at the forge most of the day leaves him without the energy for that. The closer Christmas gets, the more restless he is, haunted by memories of holidays with his adopted family.

He's in a dark and distant mood when he walks through the area with the nightclubs, and he skirts them, keeping to the darker side of the street. Which is probably just asking to be mugged, but any mugger that takes on Connor MacLeod will be sorry.

Leaving the nightclub feeling incredibly accomplished, April started down the street. She has no problems walked in the darker places. Right now it is where she is more comfortable. Besides any soul who would bother her would be the one in trouble.

Glancing up at the person approaching her, April raises an eyebrow once she sees who it is. "Connor."

It's the tennis shoes that really stand out. Connor can sneak quietly with the best of them, but he's walking in a dark spot wearing white tennis shoes (grey really, but they used to be white). It makes it look a little like a disembodied pair of sneakers decided to escape the house by night.

He stops at the familiar voice and turns, wary until he recognizes her. "...April? What are you doing out here?" She's always been kind in the past, and his tone is perfectly casual.

"Was just heading home from a night's entertainment. You?"

"Just... walking. Couldn't sleep." He eyes her a little, thoughtfully. It's not his business if she goes clubbing for fun, but Connor's got some almost animal instincts, and she's setting off his predator alert right now. Something doesn't seem quite right.

The vampire is not foolish to attempt any sort of attack on Connor. She knows enough of her own limitations and his abilities to stay reserved. To appear calm.

"If the night speaks for activity, lets go find something then?"

Of course, if a vampire did take down an immortal, they could drain them dry, wait for them to come back, and do it all over again, and again...
Assuming the immortal didn't cut their head off first. It's hidden in his coat, but Connor doesn't go anywhere without his sword.

"...What? I'm... not the clubbing type, anymore..." He looks down at his ratty sweater, jeans, sneakers, and threadbare coat. Connor would make a terrible raver. Even if he does look about the right age.

"Not clubbing." She rolls her eyes. The vampire is not as polite as April usually is. "I meant cleaning up the city a little. Use our abilities to our advantage."

Connor raises an eyebrow, but the idea has a certain appeal. "What did you have in mind?"

"I am certain that there is a Demon or vampire that preys on mortals in this part. Heard some interesting stories of friends going missing at the nightclub."

"How about you and I find the source of the disappearances. And ensure they can not do any more harm?"

In all his long life, Connor's never played crime fighter, and for a lot of good reasons. This though... they're not going after a mortal, and maybe they've taken somebody April knows, which makes it their business...

"...How do you track that?"

"The handy thing about being able to see auras is that it makes it easy to identify a mortal from a non-mortal. They leave traces behind in their hunt."

"...Hunh. Do I look different?" Considering Connor has, in fact, taken the quickening of the most prolific immortal in his world's entire history, he ought to stand out a mile. Not that he's really thinking about that part.

"I guess I'll have to follow you..."

"Yes you do."

With a nod of her head, April tunes herself to the streets around her. Then directs Connor towards the more rougher part of town.

"Even the sword at your side, hidden by your coat, stands out."

Connor paces along beside her, quiet and unobtrusive physically, even if he does have one hell of an aura.

"...It's an important sword. Older than me."

"Yes. I noted that."

The vampire would rather the sword be used against someone else than herself. After all Connor is more experienced at that than her. The best she can do is alert her senses to prevent an attack.

She is a suspicious creature at the best of times.

Walking further down the street, a scream interrupts the stillness of the night.

He wonders how she can tell the age of the sword (the blade was actually forged just a little over twenty years ago, but the handle is probably twice Connor's age), but he gets distracted by the scream. Connor takes one glance at her, then takes off running towards the sound. He's fast, too. Maybe not vampire fast, but good enough to give a professional runner some competition.

Strange how a scream, then a running person can encourage the predator inside her. April is quick to appear at Connor's side, with her own enhanced speed.

When they round the corner they see a large muscular and horned Demon, who has a young woman by the throat. "A Frayl demon? Really?"

He should know better, really, but he's thinking of the predator ahead instead of the one at his side, right now. He skids to a stop gracefully when he sees the demon, drawing his katana in the same move. It doesn't even look human, and that absolves any guilty conscience for now. He's ready for a fight, eyeing up his opponent, and trying to work out how to get in a first attack that will separate the thing from its prey.

"Frayl Demons usually work for somebody else... so lets see if we can take this one alive." Advised April. She moved forward to capture the Demon's attention. Going for the ploy of being a more suitable target.

"Hey ugly! Let her go!" The Frayl Demon turns its attention to April.

Connor doesn't lunge in, but angles his way from the other direction, hoping to get himself between the demon the the girl before the real fighting starts.

With a very unlady-like snort, April darts in closer to give the Frayl Demon a push. It off course drops the other woman to respond to the vampire. Growling at April, as it approaches towards her.

The former victim struggles to find her feet. April again rolls her eyes. Showing distaste for the victims' cause for alarm and panic.

"Whats wrong big guy? Chasing down prey for some tip-fisted hunter?" April continues to challenge the Frayl demon.

Unfortunately for the poor woman, Connor's not really the squishy-feely type either. He glances to make sure she's not about to expire messily, then turns his attention to the demon.

April said to take it alive, but he's pretty sure this thing can take some damage and still keep coming. He shifts his grip on the sword and advances slowly, ready to attack the instant it makes a real move for April.

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