Darkhunter

[Sparkles]

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In the heart of the Vieux Carre, New Orleans, Sanctuary is the place to come and see some of the hottest bands and men on the planet. We cater to the rowdy and the wild at heart. Our rules are simple and are stated on a marquee as you enter:

Come In Peace, Or Leave In Pieces

Your attitude is welcome, but check any and all weapons at the door. This is the place to come and hang out, be seen, and just drink and eat in peace. Our policy is to Do No Harm and No Spill Blood. Anyone who has trouble with this will get a first class ticket out the door by our owner who is fondly known as Papa Bear. Papa Bear doesn’t play.
We have only one dress code. No bare feet (Harley boots preferred). Leather clothes will get you served faster and better, but we welcome the tamer crowd too. BTW, if you’re really cute, you get served fastest of all.
We have pool tables, video machines and pinball, and poker tournaments three nights a week. Our menu is varied, but specializes in Cajun and carnivorous specialties (special menus available upon request). All meats are served fresh from the kill that morning with a loving smile.
At night we really let our hair down and host a variety of local and regional bands and music, but our specialty is Heavy Metal and we are home to New Orleans’ own: The Howlers.
On the third Saturday of the month, we hold a special “Wrestle the Bear” night. If you beat the bear, you eat for free. Of course no one’s ever eaten for free, but you might be the first. It’s $40.00 to wrestle the bear and everyone who wrestles gets a free t-shirt for effort or you can purchase your own “I fought the bear” shirt. Incidentally, you must be over 21 and willing to sign a waiver before you get a shot at the bear.
688 Ursulines Avenue
New Orleans, LA 70116
[phone]
Founded 1802

Bouncer on duty tonight: Dev
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Meanwhile....
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Laying sprawled out on the couch at home, with her legs over the armrest, her head hanging off the cushion and her wings draping on the floor, Simi Parthenopaeus snored; it was rather like a mix between a growling dog and a cat when you step really hard on its tail.
The Charonte Demon had been laying like this for approximately four hours; it was now mid afternoon. Or at least it seemed like mid afternoon when the grating sound echoing from the couch cut off all of a sudden and the Simi opened her eyes. "Mnnnn," she moaned as she squinted at the glaring high-def plasma screen about a metre away from her face. "goes away. The Simi wants to slee-No, the Simi is woken. Oooo look what the Simi done found while waking up!"
A bright smile lit up the Simi's petite features as she quickly squirmed around until she could see the screen the right way up; although she mostly remained in the same position, sprawled across the couch with her feet over the arm-rest; her high heeled, lace up black boots that extended up the majority of her calf still in place.
"Ooooo, where's the Simi's plastic?"
Spotting her American Express card on the floor where it'd dropped out of her hand when she'd fallen asleep, she swiped it up and grabbed her phone from the cushion she lay on and dialled the number on the screen. "Yes. It is the Simi.... the Simi.... Sim-ee Pahr-thin-oh-PAY-us" As often as she ordered off of the channel, they knew her credit details without asking, however they never got her name right and had to ask for her credit details as protocol regardless. "The Simi's number is 0000 000000 00001 and the Simi wants the yum.... No, not that yum, the other one. On seconds thought, give the Simi both yums"

[Elario Luminus]

Hanging up the phone with a sigh, Acheron slid it into the inside pocket of his long coat. He shifted his weight and held the bridge of his nose, frowning slightly as he thought about the call. The Dark-Hunters were his lot, he understood that; he'd trained them in their ways, gave them the rules and the such. But the fact that they were always calling for help and answers drained him. Shaking his head and brushing a few strands of hair away from his face, Ash walked towards the room where Simi had fallen asleep. Before he approached, he could easily hear the TV, and her on the phone. Chuckling despite himself, he stepped into the doorway and leaned against the door frame with his arms folded. "Simi," he started. "How do you feel about visiting Sanctuary? If you're lucky," he added with a smile, "maybe Aimee will have something roasted for you." Ash pushed his sunglasses up his nose absentmindedly before they slid off.

He pushed himself off the frame and walked further into the room to take a look at what Simi was buying now. Exasperated by what he saw, he gave her a droll look, only half-joking with the expression.
"Diamonds again? You know those are for wearing, right Sim?" He let it go; he'd never get anywhere with it anyhow. "If we go to Sanctuary, you're not eat anyone, okay?"

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Aaron rode through the quiet night on his black Kaneda sports bike, his jacket billowing in his wake. The wind blew his hair away from his face entirely and he briefly closed his eyes in contentment. Opening them again at just the right moment, he shot between two vehicles stopped at a set of traffic lights. Hearing their protestant horns blaring away into the distance behind him, he smirked as he closed the distance to Sanctuary. This meeting is a tedious task, Aaron thought. Why we need to talk to each other in person is beyond me; pretty sure we have the internet for that.
Sighing, he slowed down as he hit another intersection near Sanctuary. Aggravated by traffic lights for no other reason than slowing him down, Aaron rode up the curb, along the pathway and back down onto the road to park his bike.

At the entrance, he saw the bouncer leaning against the wall. He wasn't human, not with that strength, so it must've been...
"Dev? I haven't seen you in ages. How goes the clan?" he asked, genuine with his question. Despite being a loner and even preferring that kind of existence, Aaron actually enjoyed Dev's company, even if they only saw each other every few decades. Dev nodded to Aaron and pushed himself off the wall to greet the Dark Hunter properly. Dismounting from his bike, Aaron approached the bear and shook his hand in greeting, noticing his fake Dark Hunter mark again with a laugh. "You know I can't help but laugh at you for being an idiot with that," he said, pointing quickly at the tattoo. "You ever gonna get that thing removed? It's hardly a point of pride."
Dev chuckled at the topic. While for the Dark-Hunters it might not be a good thing, in his case it was hilarious. "Never. I want to be ready in case Artemis rocks up one day. Might screw with her a bit, and life is boring without annoying some higher power somewhere."

Aaron burst out laughing, imagining the situation. The bears had always lightened his mood, and so Sanctuary was sort of like his second home, which he hardly visited. Heading inside with a grin, he nodded in greeting to the Peltiers he could see around and the busboy with the monkey, then grabbed a nearby pool cue and set up a game. While he set the table, he looked around and saw people occupying almost every corner; slot machines, dart boards, gambling tables, and a local band was playing with a throng of people for a mosh pit jumping along to the music. A man approached him, a smug look on his face. "Bet you $200 I'll beat you." Aaron raised an eyebrow as he removed the triangle away from the pool balls. "You're on." Aaron was mean at pool; he had a reputation for it. "You're strung out if you think you'll win though," Aaron challenged.

[Sparkles]

It only took a short while before the Simi was transferred to higher management who knew her well and were well versed that to this girl was ordering diamonds at the time on the channel. "Like Aimee says 'don't hates it till you trys it'", the demon stated matter-of-factly in response to the woman's sound of disgust when she had mentioned how yum the diamonds were when eaten with BBQ sauce. The Simi hung up the phone once her order was placed as Acheron walked to the room.

At his mention of going to Sanctuary, the Simi turned around on the couch so that she was leaning over the back of it to see him. "Oooo yes!" she squealed at the prospect of heading to Sanctuary. It was one of their regular places to visit; mostly because they treated the Simi with decency.They lets the Simi BBQ lots of things and they have lots of different BBQ sauces for the Simi to try. Yep, they some quality people.

Getting off of the couch, the Simi skipped over to Akri as he was telling her about not eating anyone.
Well, poo.
Pouting slightly, Simi changed to her human form; no wings or hornays and human light blue-coloured eyes, and teleported to Sanctuary just as Akri did. Walking ahead of him through the doors, she walked over to one of the many barstools and slumped onto it, laying her chin on her arms.
Akri said no. I hate that word.

Knowing they would be here for at least a little while until Akri talked to the darkhunters about the sudden increase in daimons, the need for more vigilance, the introduction of a new dark hunter to the area, plus a bunch of other stuff rather boring to the Simi, the Simi ordered double scoops. Upon getting it, she opened up her coffin hand-bag to retrieve her BBQ sauce, and drowned the icecream in it before dipping her finger in, then taking it out to taste it. "Mmm, just the way the Simi loves it."
Thinking it would have been nice to have a daimon come by, Simi got stuck into her icecream.

If Akri would let the Simi chucks a few daimons on the fire each night for BBQ, then Akri wouldn't have too many daimons walking about. That the things about Daimons, they so unreliable. How do they get anything done when you can't depend on them to show up for feeding time? I don't understand.

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With an influx of daimons in the area, Artemis had recently assigned a few new dark hunters to New Orleans. Normally, when darkhunters were in close proximity to one another, they slowly drained each others powers. No one really knew why, but somehow that didn't apply to Ash. However, with Aaron present as well as the newly assigned, they would have to make it a short meeting. The night was young, and New Orleans couldn't afford to have its protectors drained before the predators had even really began the hunt.

[Lykaios]

----------WERE-HUNTER[/u]----------
Diagoros had been summonsed by his cousin, (the Grand Regis of the Arcadian Drakos Patria, no less) Damos Kattalakis; and he was not of mind to ignore any summons from Damos. To do so would be unwise, and he had learnt in all his years, that being unwise with his cousin, was a very fool-hardy thing to do. So, he walked towards his cousins home, and that was one thing he despaired in, about eighth century Britain: none of the expensive, albeit wonderful methods of transportation of the twenty-first century. As it were, he was glad for a bit of mundane exercise regardless. Approaching Damos home, Dia knocked on his door. After a moment, the door opened and he was hurried indoors. Something had Damos concerned, to be inflicting secrecy upon the comings and goings of his land. Once the door was closed, the cousins faced each other and stared for a moment, then embraced briefly.

“Diagoros, so good of you to come. Thank you, little cousin.” Damos said.
“Of course, Damos, when the Regis calls, you answer. Did you require anything, cousin?”
“I…yes, yes I do. I have need of a favour of you, Dia. The Patria insists I end this, but I must know. Can I ask of you, a dangerous quest, my cousin?” the way Damos was talking, Dia knew instinctively that he did not wish it had to come to this. Damos thought about the safety of his remaining Patria since the Slayer attack that wiped out 90% of their Patria; their family. It must hurt Damos greatly to ask his cousin such a favour.
“Anything you need, Damos. If you ask this, it must be in the best interests of the Patria.”
The way Damos grimaced at those words made Dia instantly regret them; clearly, this favour was in someone’s interest, and there was definitely a reason the Patria would disagree with it.
“Actually…they don’t believe my cause is Just.” Damos responded quietly.
“Then they don’t understand it’s importance. Tell me, cousin, what do you ask of me?”
“I am requesting your aid. I would wish for this to be able to go any other way, but I fear no one else has your knowledge of the time. I want information on as many Slayers as possible, and for this; I need to be looking in the past, present and the future. I would do this myself, but I cannot leave our Patria so diminished in its defences. And thus I ask you; my faithful cousin, trusting, alert, valiant; for your aid. I would like you to go into the future and search Slayers out for me.”

Damos’ request shocked Diagoros immensely. Damos had never been too comfortable with the future; knowing that a Were-Dragon such as he and Dia were a danger: Dragons were extinct in the future, and there were few places for a weakened dragon to hide. But for him to request aid on his hunt for Slayers and simultaneously sending Dia into the future was a horrible thought. Dia had to consider his words carefully. Damos was solemn; meaning he had not wanted it to come to this, he was anxious; meaning this favour was important to him, but he didn’t wish to ask it of anyone. Not even Dia. Finally reaching a conclusion, Dia smiled and gave his cousin a curt nod.
“For you, cousin; anything. This is important to you, and for the safety of ours and every Patria alive: it must be done. You may count on me, Damos. Even if they believe this choice is wrong; we shall prove to them the necessity, and Justness of this cause.”
“I appreciate this, cousin. There is no one else who could do this for me.”
“Of course, Damos. I’m glad you asked this of me. I will do anything for you, and for the Patria, Damos. You know this.”
“I do.” He replied, placing his hand on Dia’s shoulder with a smile on his face, taking away a bit of the hardened edge.
“I will be back as soon as I can, cousin. This I guarantee.”

And with that, Dia flashed from Damos’ home, into the twenty-first century; into a place he knew and loved from his few visits: New Orleans. The city was as busy as usual, and he was grateful he’d flashed himself into an alleyway; in the darkness of night. Conjuring modern clothes of black jeans, biker boots, a black tee and a leather biker jacket, Dia stepped out onto the street: his eighth century armour would have stood out like a sore thumb in this century. Across the road from him, was Sanctuary; a literal sanctuary for beings such as himself. The New Orleans safe haven for all Were-Hunters, Apollites, Daimons and general non-humans to congregate, without risk of death was there, and it was fantastic. Stepping to the entrance, Dia was stopped by the Bear on Bouncer duties of the night; Dev Peltier. Dev looked at him for a moment and frowned as he checked his ID, clearly baffled to smell a Dragon of all creatures.
“Drakos?” he asked.
“Aye.”
Frowning, Dev gestured to Sanctuaries tagline: Come in Peace, or Leave in Pieces.
“Aye, I know the rule, Ursulan.”
“Just checking. Gotta be sure of everyone entering here. Particularly with your kind. We don’t get Dragons that often.”
“Of course.” He replied, just about to head inside, he noticed Dev’s double bow and arrow mark tattoo.
“You are no Dark-Hunter.” He said with a frown, pointing at the tattoo.
“Running joke.” He responded with a shrug.
“Aye, I suspect a lot of running.” He added.
Dev let out a laugh, and motioned for Dia to head on inside; having kept enough waiting behind him in line.

Once inside, Dia noticed the bar was already in full-swing; bikers and tourists alike were at the bar, the band The Howlers were playing and a boy with dread-locks was bussing tables, as Sanctuaries signature monkey brought him glasses from tables. Dia knew immediately the boy was a Were, but wasn’t simple; he was a hybrid of two species. The monkey was just that, and there were Were’s everywhere. It really was a sanctuary for the non-humans to have some peaceful fun. Not really having any real direction, Dia just wandered, entering polite conversation where his voice was rendered necessary for it’s direction and he wandered over to a secluded booth, picking up and looking over the menu in short accord. Adjacent to him, he noticed a group of women eyeing him, clearly arguing over who should go over and speak to him. Feeling none-too-keen for romantic interactions at the time, Dia did his utmost to ignore the girls, while a young bearswan came over and took his order. She was beautiful, but most Were’s were, so he wasn’t wholly impressed, nor unimpressed. Once she had taken his order, she raised an eyebrow at him.
“What?” he asked with a frown at her interest.
“Don’t usually get Drakos here, is all. Social visit?” she replied, pointing subtly at the girls swooning over him.
“Nay. I’m looking for information.”
“On what?”
“Slayers. My cousin asked I do this, and thus I am. I want to help him.”
“He must be important to you, to risk the future for something so important.”
“He is family.”
“Yeah, family matters.”
“Aye.”
“Well, do you want me to talk to those women, and excuse you from their attentions?”
“I would appreciate that, thank you…”
“Aimee.”
“Thank you, Aimee.”

As she stepped away and over to the girls to explain he was…something, he sat back and awaited his meal. At least he could hope for a quiet evening.

----------DARK-HUNTER[/u]----------

Rizon of Macedon had just been given access to his new home in New Orleans. Formerly appointed as a Dark-Hunter in New York, it was something of a climate change. In every sense. He had his Saleen S7 in his garage along with a few of his other favourites, including his favourite motorcycle, and his estate was ornately decorated, and had a very Grecian feel to it. It was good to feel at home, and he was thankful for it. He finally had a spare moment to himself to check his phone. He had a missed call. From Acheron. Oh, shit.
Dialling his voicemail, he listened to the recorded message.
“How was the move? Meet at Sanctuary.” Was all it said. Well, no one could say he wasn’t intuitive; obviously he had expected Riz not to answer due to his transferral.

Riz had to leave his old Squire in New York, due to family and study, which he was fine with, but it would be interesting to adjust to a new Squire, to say the least. He only hoped it was a Squire who didn’t ask too many questions or have any annoying habits. Knowing his luck, and the century; it was unlikely. Oh well, it wasn’t that much of a problem.

Knowing it wouldn’t be intelligent to leave the leader of the Dark-Hunter’s in the lurch, he walked out to his garage and beeped his Saleen’s immobiliser and let himself in. It would be difficult getting and staying on top of things without a Squire, but he could handle himself during the night-time, at least. Starting up his engine, Riz listened to the roar, hum and purr of it’s V8 engine as it got warmed up. It was a wonderfully soothing sound. Riz pet the dashboard lovingly, as though a well-loved pet, and reversed out of his garage, and drove down his driveway. Once on the verge of his gate, he hit the destination preset for Sanctuary on his GPS, and started to follow its directions. Getting to know the streets of a new town would take time, but until then; he had his satnav for all his locational needs. In the twenty minute drive, he had a few good tunes play, including some Cage the Elephant. He’d grown to love his modern rock music over the last fifteen years; only really getting into the modern music because of his former Squire always playing it at home.

Parking around the back of Sanctuary, Riz got out and locked his car up tight. It wouldn’t be sound for people to break in, only to find a boot full of weapons, and enough tech to make a hacker drool. Coming around the front, he was glad to be coming in unarmed, as the Bear on duty gave him a quick once over for a weapon check. Satisfied he was unarmed; Dev waved him through, but not before a quick chat.

“You the new Hunter?”
“Yeah.”
“Aaron’s already inside. Don’t hang around too long, buddy.”
“Thanks. Just so you know, Ash’ll be here.”
“Any idea when?” Dev asked; clearly hoping to be prepared. Though, looked disheartened when Riz shrugged.
“Damn. Alright, get in.”

Nodding, Riz walked into the bar. With his gothic preference; he stood out quite a bit in the crowd of bikers, but he wouldn’t be alone for too long, once Acheron arrived. He looked around, looking for traces of Daimons stalking, or even signs of this other Dark-Hunter. Even though he wasn’t close enough to see the Hunter, he could already feel the tell-tale drain of his powers, as multiple Dark-Hunters grew near to each other. It was a bad trait, one which he wished weren’t so, but he couldn’t fault Artemis, and the Gods for their cleverly designed safety net, for without the drain on other Dark-Hunters powers, there was always a possibility they could revolt, and attempt to over-throw the Gods. It was good planning for them, Riz admitted; but it left them severely disadvantaged if two or more Dark-Hunters got caught up fending off Daimons in the same area. It was why the Hunters were spread so far around. Mostly, they could handle themselves, otherwise they wouldn’t survive, and none of them openly sought to become a Shade. It was literally, a fate worse than death.

Poking around the bar, he spotted a big guy in black playing a game of pool with some biker; it didn’t take a second look for Riz to know it was Areon, or Aaron, as he liked; the other Dark-Hunter in Sanctuary. Coming over, he waited until one had fired a shot before speaking.
“Aaron.” He nodded, with a hint of his Macedonian accent coming out on his name; hinting that he was more likely to address him as ‘Areon’. From what he knew on Dark-Hunter.com; Aaron was a pretty seclusive person, and it seemed odd to watch him playing pool.
“Any word on Ash?” he asked nonchalantly, keeping as vague as possible to keep the random biker in the dark.

[Avani]

A half asleep jaguar raised its head slowly, brown eyes blinking curiously as its ears swiveled this way and that. Within moments, the creature was fully awakened, and it leaped silently down from its perch - a bed in a room within the Sanctuary - and it wandered through the room until it found what it was looking for. The jaguar grabbed a suitcase's handle in its maw and wandered back a few steps, pulling the suitcase into the center of the room. Absently, the jaguar flipped the suitcase's cover back and sniffed at the contents before pulling it into the bathroom with him.

A few moments later, the door swung open and a well-dressed man wandered out. His pants were crisp and well-ironed, along with his collared, button down shirt, which was pretty impressive considering they'd been a suitcase for the past week or so.

A very recent arrival to New Orleans, Sam still wasn't entirely used to the place. He had spent most of his life in the north, so he was still having trouble with all the culture and stuff. These people were far more accepting of the supernatural than they had ever been in Montana, where Sam had spent most of his life. But the werejaguar had gotten used to that much, at least, within a few days. Every place had their quirks, and Sam had done quite a bit of wandering, mostly in his jaguar form. Sightings of jaguars had been reported occasionally along Sam's meandering path towards New Orleans, but he normally kept out of sight.

He liked to be alone, after all.

But that didn't really explain why the Katagaria was wandering towards the front of the Sanctuary, where most of the customers had gathered. He didn't normally crave company, but today was perhaps an exception. Or maybe Sam just wanted a drink. He didn't really like the necessity of wandering around in his human form, though. It was like being stuffed in a pack of Styrofoam. His senses were dulled and his body was just built so differently from how he had been born.

But his senses were still sharp enough to tell that something smelled different. He sneezed when he wandered into the bar, glancing around curiously to see what was different. The first thing that Sam's eyes settled on was a guy dressed in a more gothic manner. Hmm. Maybe that wasn't it, though the guy stuck out like a sore thumb. It took Sam a moment to place that he was a Darkhunter. How odd. Though they were just as welcome there as anyone else, he figured. Sam shrugged the thought off and wandered off to take a seat in a more secluded corner. He sneezed violently at the odd smell in the air, the one that definitely wasn't a whiff of darkhunter, but Sam rolled his eyes and mostly tuned it out. He wasn't sure what was up, but it made him feel vaguely uncomfortable. Sam wished nothing more than to take his natural form, but unfortunately, that was quite out of the question.

Instead, he ordered some dinner - cheeseburger medium rare and some fries. Tame, perhaps, but Sam wanted something tame. - and glanced around casually. It seemed that not too far away, a man was dining and just past him was a gaggle of girls giggling behind their hands at the man, and another girl who dressed very scantily that had what Sam assumed was a Darkhunter at her side. He considered wandering over for a moment, but moments later, he shrugged idly and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and letting the sounds wash over him. Perhaps he'd wander over to the bar in a moment.

[Elario Luminus]

Landing another trick shot in which he suck the 9 and 10 balls, Aaron smirked at his opponent, who was visibly sweating with worry as he watched game unfold. Eying him sideways, Aaron frowned. "You better be good with that cash. I don't take kindly to the shifty variety," he stated, as he lined up his next shot, knocked the cue ball and sunk the 11 and 13...his last two before the black. The cue ball drifted slowly towards the black and tapped it gently, but didn't knock it in. Aaron's challenger breathed a huge sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his brow and smirked at the Dark Hunter.
"Thought you 'ad me there, didn'cha? Well, watch this!" He exclaimed, lining up his next shot and letting it loose, sinking nothing but the cue ball.

Aaron could have sworn he heard the man whimper.

As he chuckled and fetched the ball from the pocket it had disappeared into, Aaron saw a new Dark-Hunter stroll in and felt the unfortunate drain of his power. Giving the new guy a once over, he raised an eyebrow in greeting. He placed the cue ball on the table as he listened to him speak, hearing the unmistakable lilt of a Macedonian. He loosened up, just a tiny bit.
"Ash will be here. Knowing Ash, he'll get here when he feels it necessary. I'm in no rush."
He firmly placed the 8 ball into the pocket, and held his hand out to the man. Crying, he handed Aaron the $200.
"How am I gonna eat this week..?"
Aaron sighed, defeated by the man's fatalistic statement. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and handed the guy $500. "There, you poor bastard. Go eat, and eat well for a change. If you squander it, I'll know."
Shouting with joy, the man fled the bar, yelling about the food he'll have, while Aaron did nothing but shake his head after him. Returning his attention to Riz, he held a guarded expression. "Why are you here?"

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Flashing himself to a darkened corner across the street from Sanctuary, Ash watched as Riz, the Dark Hunter recently assigned to New Orleans, arrived in his car.
As Riz entered Sanctuary after a short talk with Dev, Ash started across the street after him. Before getting to the entrance, a man came screaming out of the door, holding a handful of cash.
Dev chuckled before looking back to the street. Noticing Ash for the first time, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a radio, letting the floor crew know Ash had arrived. 'Sweet Home Alabama' started up from inside the building after a few short moments.
Arriving at the entrance, Ash nodded at Dev, who raised an eyebrow in humourous scrutiny. "Should we be expecting to see any trouble soon? It's not very often there are this many of you in one place at one time. Anything you want to let us know about?"

Ash shook his head with a small smile, "I wouldn't put your family in danger, you know that. This is just a meeting of the minds. They'll be gone soon enough."
The bear nodded in thanks and waved him through the door as a young human couple approached them.
Stepping inside, Ash quickly found Simi gorging herself on ice cream and barbecue sauce and with a well-formed pout stuck on her face as she did so.
Spotting Areon and Riz talking near the pool table, he decided he better deal with Simi first. Placing a hand on her shoulder gently to get her attention, he smiled at her. "What do you think about a shopping trip in a few days, Sim? Just you and me."

[Sparkles]

SIMI

Simi looked over her shoulder with a look of suspicion at Ash's offer. "There you go again, akri, saying no to the Simi. I knows akri is trying to make the Simi feel better, but the Simi is hungry, akri."
A hungry charonte was never a good thing. This is precisely why it was fortunate at that point that the bear-swan showed up, her smile alight as she came up beside Simi and Ash. "Hey Ash, hey Simi. Can I get you anything?"
Simi's eyes lit up as she looked to Aimee, "Aimee has read the Simi's mind. I will have moo-moo but hold the green stuff, it sticks in the Simi's teeth."
Aimee chucked as she wrote down the order. "I'll have the cook just roast it lightly for you, okay Simi? I would give it to you raw but that would violate our health code regulations"
Nodding in a way that said she understood but it was a damn shame, she put on a stage whisper, "Just keep them coming, Aimee, cause akri is starving the Simi."
Aimee grinned at the both of them before heading off to the kitchen to put Simi's order in.

Once the bear-swan started walking away, Simi looked back to Ash, a light scowl still in place but it was a rather significant improvement. "But akri doesn't like to shop..." the pout was back in place for only a few second before she seemed to find her answer, "Not like the Simi. No... akri can go talk to the dark hunters while the Simi stay here and eat moo-moo until akri is finished. Simi will think of something else to do with akri"
By the time she'd finished, she had a sweet smile back on her face.

Dressed in a short black and red checked skirt, long, black, lace-up, high heeled boots, and a blood red corset to match her black and red hair that matched Ash's, Simi was gaining the attention of a few of the men nearby, but all kept their distance because of Ash's proximity. You didn't want to hit on another guy's girl. Especially when he towered over you, was dressed like that and had who-knew what under and inside that long black coat. And even apart from his appearance.. there was just something about him that left your nerves tingling. No.. he definitely didn't seem like the kind of guy who'd appreciate his girl being hit on. Then again, he wasn't taking the seat next to her..

ACHERON

Smiling at Simi's announcement to think of something that he too would enjoy, Acheron chuckled softly. "Okay, then I'll leave it up to you. Pick something we’ll both enjoy, just stay here until I come get you."
Turning away from his Charonte companion, Ash took note of Riz and Areon over beside pool tables.
Knowing the direction of their thoughts, he turned his attention momentarily to the men close by who had taken more interest in his demon than they ought to. He cast them a menacing look, to which their eyes widened slightly and they averted their gazes from her.
Scaring humans wasn’t a pride he took, but if any man ever touched Simi, Ash’s would be the last face they ever saw. Hades would be a pleasant place in comparison to their lives just before death.
Knowing Simi could handle them on her own if they tried anything, he turned back to his Dark-hunters and began walking towards them.

As he came closer, he began to be able to hear snippets of their short conversation over the thrumming of the music.

[Lykaios]

----------WERE-HUNTER[/u]----------

Diagoros felt the familiar scent of a Were-Jaguar hit his nostrils as a man strode in and took a seat for his own dinner. Dia rose a brow at the Were's dinner selection being something that he was sure all Were's usually considered just a snack, but otherwise kept his opinion to himself. A Were-Hunter's metabolism rate was so high, they usually ate five times as much as any human ever would.

So when Dia's order arrived, those women who were still eyeing him as though he were a tasty treat were quite mortified by his appetite: Two quarter-house steaks, three hamburgers with the lot and three serves of garlic bread. Not to mention, the flagon of what passed as Mead in the modern world.

Hiding his smirk of satisfaction; Dia dug into his meal, all the while listening to the conversations going on around him, for any talk on Slayers.

----------DARK-HUNTER[/u]----------

Riz smiled thinly at Areon's thorough whooping of the biker. And laughed when he deflated at the loss of his money, but quickly smiled again when Areon handed him five hundred dollars in defeat of his statement. It was always brilliant to watch his fellow Dark-Hunters give into morality with the humans. But it kept them sane, most of the time. Though he scowled at Areon's guarded tone when he questioned him.

"Same reason as you: Ash called me here. Or did you just come because you felt like it, Areon?" he asked in response. Areon was a fellow Grecian warrior, and despite being the younger of the two; Rizon felt like he was more grown up, and slightly more alert to the world. Areon liked to be alone, which had led to being reclusive, even on Dark-Hunter.com; where recluses commonly bantered and messed around with everyone. While he was Macedonian; he respected the Spartans and held them in high regard for their combative prowess.

But Areon was worse than the Amazons, as far as separating himself went. Riz didn't blame him, however; as severing ties to the world kept a Dark-Hunter strong and alive. Most of the time, at least.

"You could have let him starve." he said, using the biker as an example. "So, why so distant to us?" he asked with an air of finality regarding the point he was making: we're the same, and we could be your friends.

[Avani]

Sam's eyes opened halfheartedly and he glanced about, gaze flickering this way and that. He felt uncomfortable in his human form, not as uncomfortable as he had at first, when he'd first assumed it, but still rather uncomfortable. But Sam could deal with it in exchange for a small snack. It was a tiny meal for a werehunter, but Sam had eaten maybe two hours ago. With a werehunter's metabolism, that was enough time that Sam needed another snack. But for the purpose of seeming mostly normal at the moment, he was content with his small snack.

His gaze flickered to the nearest denizen of the booths, one who seemed to have wanted to be slightly isolated as much as Sam did. He looked amused to see the person digging into a massive pile of food. The other man was a werehunter, that much was obvious, though of what type, Sam wasn't sure. He didn't smell like anything Sam had ever scented before, but perhaps that was simply because Sam wasn't in his natural form, where his senses were so much sharper.

Still, Sam wasn't sure what was up with him, so he kept an eye on him as he glanced around again, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. He still wasn't used to this place. It always had a new surprise to throw his way. Like the Darkhunters. He hadn't seen Darkhunters in here before, but that was quite possible that it was because he had arrived only a scant few days ago. Maybe they were regular visitors and Sam simply hadn't seen them before. That was possible. Especially since the others didn't seem to be particularly on edge, except for the ones around the man that didn't seem to be a Darkhunter, but something even more powerful. Of course, if Sam had been any closer to that one in particular, he would have been on edge as well.

Normally, he would have attacked if he felt threatened, but self-preservation had kicked in at the sight of that man . . . thing. And he was in a Sanctuary, anyways. So that meant that Sam just turned his attention towards Aimee as she approached Sam with his order.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Sam said politely, smiling at her as he took a cautious nibble of a french fry. It was surprisingly delicious, so Sam took another bite, his brown eyes widening as he began to eat more swiftly, his stomach rumbling cautiously at the scent of the food. Yum, Sam thought as his gaze flicked about again. As he ate, he felt slightly more on edge, wondering if anyone would try and take his food. As ridiculous as it sounded, Sam had dealt with such things a few times while on the road. You couldn't be too careful with food! Especially not as a werehunter, considering how much they ate. Like the guy near him. Sam grinned to himself at the though.

[Elario Luminus]

[Sparkles is taking on Ash as it'll be easier for her to run the roleplay smoothly with him. She's updated her last post]

Areon scoffed with derision at Riz's questioning gaze. "I'm distant because I like my privacy and seclusion. It keeps me out of the way, with enough freedom to do as I please, when I please." Placing the pool stick back on the table, he leaned against the edge and rubbed an eyebrow absently, though the Spartan's eyes betrayed a flashing fury.
"The last time I had a friend..."
Areon stopped his sentence, the hurtling pain of his memories too much to bare right now. Growling, he pushed himself off the table and stalked off, only to stop and turn to face Riz again.
"No offense, Macedonian."
Pivoting on his heel, he stepped towards the bar and spotted Ash walking towards them. In an effort to keep calm, he clasped a fist to his chest in a Spartan salute.

[Sparkles]

The Simi nodded, but was much more eager to watch the plate of food coming toward her, being delivered by Aimee. "Okay akri..."
"Here you go Simi," Aimee placed the plate down in front of her before letting her know she'd be back with more in a little while; obviously she was rather familiar with the demon's appetite.
Disregarding the knife and fork, akri wasn't around to notice, Simi grabbed her BBQ sauce from the bar and squeezed it over the top of the stack of three steaks before picking up the top one and bringing it to her mouth to begin divulging it. Generally, all three would be gone in a moment, but she had to act human, and the Simi knew the humans ate very, very slowly. Even so, one of the men who was again watching her gaped slightly as he watched the tall but petite goth teenager take a bigger bite straight through the steak than he would have thought possible.
Taking time to act out chewing the meat, Simi looked around her. She paused as her eyes passed over the Katagarian jaguar, a few seats down from the men who'd finally decided to stop eyeing off her steak.
'Smart humans. Nobody going to get the Simi's food ever or the Simi will make them food,' she thought, considering it for a moment before deciding against making her arki mad, and turning her attentions back to the were-jaguar.

Grabbing her plate, she lightly skipped over to him and leaned over the bar slightly with a delicate smile.
"Hello! I am the Simi, and you are like the Simi's kichka!"
kichka meant 'cat' in atlantean, not that the Katagaria would know that.

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Arriving where the Dark-hunters were, Ash greeted them with a nod, raising his left brow slightly at Areon's formal greeting, but other than that, taking no notice of it. "I assume Ro'Ryk hasn't arrived yet" he commented as by way of greeting, even though the answer was obvious. A whisper of a smile passed across his face as he sensed Simi on the other side of the bar, approaching the Katagaria Balios and felt comforted slightly by his long fuse. It was good to know that Sim probably wouldn't get on the Jaguar's nerves and be a problem for him. The most Simi would do was either freak him out or confuse the hell out of him; which was always quite an amusement upon itself.

[Lykaios]

----------WERE-HUNTER[/u]----------

Diagoros ate in peace, happy to be free of unwanted attention when the ladies at the table finally turned their attentions elsewhere. He kept his ears open to as much conversation as he could around the bar, but was however sorely disappointed by the lack of talk he was looking for. When he was finished, he waited for Aimee to collect his bill, and he gave her the money and got up and left the bar. Once outside; he nodded to Dev who called him over. Raising a brow, and coming over to him, Dia went to speak.

"Any luck in there, Dragon?"
"Nay, but on what?"
"You seemed like you were on a mision."
"Ah, yes. Not much luck at all."
"Sorry to hear that. Know any other places to try?"
"I might try Seattle. The Kontis' Sanctuary is a good start, I think."
"Well, best of luck Arcadian."
"Thank you, Ursulan."

Dia then walked off, and into a dark alley to flash out of New Orleans. And then he was gone.

((And not to appear again for a while.))

----------DARK-HUNTER[/u]----------

Rolling his eyes at Areon's response, Riz nearly answered before he noticed Ash's growing presence. Nodding at the Dark-Hunter leader with a smile, Riz looked around the bar at his question. Ro'Ryk wasn't a well-known (nor, apparently; well-liked) Dark-Hunter born in the 1950's, so he would literally be the youngest Dark-Hunter in centuries.

"I didn't know he was here. Was he transferred here recently, too?" Riz answered and asked Acheron.

The drain on his powers was subtly starting to become apparent, and if they didn't start their meeting until Ro'Ryk arrived; there was a good chance these two Dark-Hunters would be husk of their usual selves when they left to patrol.

'Hurry up, Ro'Ryk.' he thought.

[Avani]

Content in his own little corner, Sam ate his snack peacefully, tuning out the majority of the Sanctuary. The girls that had been swooning over the guy nearest to him shut up almost immediately when he wandered out, and Sam gave a sigh of relief. One thing that had been odd about this place had swiftly faded, leaving that odd scent that had been bothering him vanishing within moments after the man leaving. Now there was only the sense of power radiating from Acheron, though Sam wasn't aware of who the Darkhunter was.

It was only when a girl skipped up to him that Sam glanced up, raising one eyebrow in amusement. He didn't miss the way that she had called herself 'The Simi,' like it was a title rather than a name. Or perhaps she simply didn't have as strong a grasp of English as most. She did have an accent, though it wasn't one that Sam could place for the life of him. He paused in his thoughts, blinking as he attempted to figure out what a 'kichka' could be. It certainly wasn't English. But other than that, Sam didn't have the faintest clue. Having never gone to a formal school, Sam was lucky he was literate. He certainly didn't know any foreign languages.

Sam took a moment to answer her, still puzzling over kichka before he spoke. "Hello . . . Simi?" He paused, "My name's Sam. What's a . . . kichka?" The jaguar's mouth stumbled over the foreign word, but he did his best to imitate her pronunciation. It was far from exact, but Sam did give it his best shot as he examined the girl. She was rather different looking, and there was certainly something off about her. It wasn't as simple to identify as it was with that Darkhunter over there. But something was weird about her.

The Katagaria was slightly confused as to why she was over there, but to tell the truth, he wasn't particularly annoyed or upset. He was simply curious. But Sam didn't mind having company, for once. He was normally completely a loner, but he wouldn't have been eating at a bar if he hadn't wanted at least some company, even if no one was speaking to him. And the fact that this . . . Simi was talking to him was actually rather interesting. She seemed interesting. Her gothic attire combined with her very cheerful demeanor made an interesting combination.

So Sam was rather curious about her. She certainly didn't seem like the usual customer at the sanctuary. Though Sam really couldn't say much about the usual customer, since he had really only been around New Orleans for a few days.

[Renegade]

----------DARK-HUNTER----------

Ro'Ryk had been wandering aimlessly for decades, not really sure what he was doing. Eventually he was told to head to this 'Sanctuary' place, in New Orleans, America. and seeing no other viable alternative he headed that way.

He noticed the marquee on the way in a smiled to himself. "Not always a bad thing," he muttered quietly.
He walked in to where the other members of this...group of interesting individuals were gathered, it had been instantly apparent to Ro'Ryk that they had been waiting for him.
"Like me?" He though to himself. In all the sixty-odd years he had been this 'way', he had not ever managed to meet with anyone that was like him. He wondered why the people in charge, whoever they were, did not direct him here sooner, and had instead left him alone in his various postings, and just seemingly hoped that he did not screw up. Maybe it was a test, or maybe some rite of passage, same thing really isn't it? He shook the thoughts from his head in the form of a violent twitch of his head and squint of his eyes.
He looked at the others, they all looked like they knew each other, or at least they knew a hell of a lot more than him. Funnily enough for the first time he felt like he was the person in the room who had spilt the least amount of blood in their life-time.
"Ro'Ryk!" he said loudly with a strange smile, his train of thought becoming a lot more cheerful.

[[ Reeealy hope this is okay?]]

[Elario Luminus]

Areon said nothing in regards to Ash's question, with Riz's answer being more than enough. Feeling his powers slowly draining more and more the longer he was with the others, he stifled a yawn with a clenched jaw. He'd hated this feeling of weakness that being with others brought on. Just another bonus of living the private life; lack of power vacuums. Areon's thoughts drifted back to his last home in South America, nestled in with the trees in the Amazonian rainforests, where he'd lived and fought in happy solitude for centuries. The difference in terrain to that of Greece had challenged Areon in a way that none had ever before.
Turning when he heard the door open, Areon raised an eyebrow questioningly towards Riz and Ash before looking over the new arrival. He had the look of someone who'd been crazy in his mortality, and had only recently - in Dark Hunter terms, at least - obtained immortality through Artemis' service.
'Young Hunter. I wonder how he'd fair in combat...'
Areon crossed his arms and nodded once in response to the newcomers self introduction.
"Areon."