[RP] Sandboxing

[kinetically_charged]

A location for random sandbox RP moments.

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[redneck_wolf]

Jake cursed silently to himself, and snarled in frustration. He hadn't meant to snarl, or in the very least, he would have preferred to keep that to himself as well, but it had just sort of come out. It was understandable. He was frustrated. And scared. And worried. And completely out of his element.

The Graveyard Shift had gotten their hands on some-- dingus, some thing, known as the Eye of Cthaeghya, which, unlike their silver crosses and holy water, could actually be used to rid the world of Vampires. No one knew how they'd gotten their hands on it, or how they'd convinced themselves to use such a 'pagan, unholy' item, but none of that seemed to matter now. They had it, and all vampires were in trouble, because of it.

Nina had taken off, doing her best to convince as many of her kind to flee the area as well, hoping that with distance they could attain some sort of safety, even if only temporary. But Jake wasn't a vampire. He could handle the Eye. He could destroy it, and save Nina and her kind.

If. If he could figure out how to swipe it from them.

And so far... His plans all seemed to run along the same path. Break into the Graveyard Shift's current HQ. Try to locate the Eye. Get shot by enough silver bullets to take down an entire clan of werewolfs. And probably some wooden steaks too, just for good measure.

He motioned to the bar tender to bring him another drink, flipping through a few of the papers he had in front of him, about the Eye, and the Graveyard Shift's current goings on.

... This would probably be easier if he could read.

[kinetically_charged]

Maybe it would, but at least he has a friend who can, and was willing to lend a hand as well.

Remy also doesn't have a concern walking up to Jake from behind and slapping a hand against his shoulder when close enough. He knows the other man could do some real damage to him, but he should also be able to tell when Remy was close well before Remy identified he was. Then again, maybe not with the current mood Jake was in. Either way, Remy will find out how it's taken shortly as he took the seat next to Jake. "Ya look like ya could use a stronger drink than that, or two."

[redneck_wolf]

"Don't think anythin' stronger'n this counts as a drink no more," he grumbles, as Remy slides into the adjacent seat. He had indeed identified Remy's signature scent of cologne, hair products, leather, and ozone. "M'be nail polish remover."

Straightening the papers, he turns to regard Remy. His expression, while typically serious, holds a note of grimness not typically seen. "Thanks for commin'."

[kinetically_charged]

Remy lifted his hand to motion for his own drink, though maybe something with a bit less of kick than what Jake was having. "'course cher, wouldn't leave a friend in a lurch."

Although, "So what this all be 'bout?"

[redneck_wolf]

"Nothin' good, I'm afraid," He pushes the gathered papers over towards Remy, before taking a sip of his paint thinner. "Some no-good monster hunters got their hands on somethin' that'll let them wipe out all vampires." Which-- could potentially sound like a good thing, to some, he realizes, but was pointedly not. "They can't touch it, so they running, scared. But I can."

[kinetically_charged]

There is a long moment of silence as one of Remy's brows just crept higher up his face as Jake continued to talk, taking a few moments after he had finished. Partly to put all that information together and sort it mentally. Partly to restrain himself from making any silly jokes about it that Remy is sure Jake would not appreciate.

Eventually though, "Ya couldn't just call me to catch up or 'nything. Grab a drink, a bite to eat, in a non lethal way for me. All that kinda stuff." But he did gather up those papers so he could look over the information within them.

[redneck_wolf]

"Don't usually know where you are. Don't always know where I am. Else while, I'd love to catch up. Not much for e-mails or the like, though," he apologizes. "How you been?" he follows up, partially out of manners, partially out of a real desire to know. He's extremely distracted with this business with the Graveyard Shift. But it's been too long since he's seen Remy anyway.

[kinetically_charged]

Remy smiles a little as Jake answers, though was also still skimming the information he had given him. It had been meant as a joke, but was still nice to hear the sincere answer. "Ah, was just kiddin' with ya, mon ami, know ya 'nd ya folk got a lot on ya plates with all this merde goin' on. Even more so now by the sounds of it." Then turning his gaze back to Jake. He can already guess the answer, but will still ask. "Take it Nina's ok?" Since, you know, Jake wasn't tearing the place apart.

"Ah, life ain't too bad, the normal. Save the day, get the girl, ya know how it goes."