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Myth City Role-Play: Part One

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Jessica-Rae-3

Published: Apr 14, 2014

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(I most likely made this look more epic than I ought.

But I wanted to do a crime noir style with this one. >w> )

This was done between

and

. She plays the part of Adair and was the one t start the prompt. I slightly rephrased her first part to fit in a story mode. Enjoy.

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Hugh, a werewolf, is a police officer in a city that mixes humans and mythical creatures; which, of course, makes his job much more difficult. While most of these mythical creatures choose to stay in their natural forms, a few - more specifically, the larger ones - appear as humans, so that they can live more comfortably in a human-sized city.

One day, Hugh had to go a few miles outside of the city, into a deep forest, to check up on one person who hasn't paid their taxes or even really visited the city, as far as he knew, in quite a while.

When he reached their home, he grimaced. It's clear this person is one of those larger residents of the city; their house is enormous.

He walked up the steps (there's a second set, human-sized), reaching the door that seems to shoot into the sky. Towards the side, there's a rope, and he pulled on it, expecting to hear a doorbell.

He's close - he does hear something similar to a bell, but this causes something else to happen as well.

Something wraps around his ankle, and he yelled as he was suddenly jerked into the air, hanging upside down in front of the door. He hear a voice from the other side of the door, trying to ignore the fact that if he fell from this height, he'd just be a splat on the ground.

"Hah! I knew that would work on someone..." The door opens, and Hugh-

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With a permanent scowl on Hugh's face, a snarl is hard to notice as he glares at the person to come out. Whoever this idiot was, he ought to be happy that Hugh wasn't a werewolf that had little control over changing. Folding his arms across his broad chest, he cleared his throat as he asked, "You mind getting me down from here?"

Clearly, he was not pleased by this trap. His normally brown eyes, that matched his brown hair and beard, was turning red with the anger.

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If the pale skin and bright, golden eyes weren't an obvious enough clue, the large, bat-like wings on the person's back gave away that he was a vampire. Adair ran a hand through his light blond hair, giving the man a fanged grin.

"Sure, sure. Did you really fall for that, though? Seriously?" He chuckled, reaching out and using a clawed finger to cut the rope. The werewolf fell into his waiting palm, "It was so obvious."

He could practically see the officer's anger, coming off of him in waves...but he chose to ignore it. After all, it was more fun to see how much angrier he could really make him~

Needless to say, this little trait of his was why the vampire didn't get along well with others.

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Hugh sneered at him saying that, but reached into his pocket for a cigar to try to calm down. He lit it and smoked as he answered with a growl, "It wasn't that obvious, bat-boy. Now, you mind setting me down? I'm not a fan of...your kind anyway, so I doubt you want me to do anything to you that I won't regret later...but you'll regret right now."

The smile on Adair's face made him wish he were his size so that he could punch it off. However, that wasn't wise at his height compared to him. He blew out a puff of smoke and then muttered, "Also, we need to talk about why I'm here. Its for business; not fun."

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Adair rolled his eyes, crouching down and setting the werewolf on the ground. He himself would have preferred to stay somewhere where he could actually see the person he was talking to...but then, he supposed non-flying creatures would be a little uncomfortable at that height.

He snorted at the werewolf's serious tone, muttering under his breath in a mock attempt at the officer's voice, "'It's for business; not fun'. Grump..." Sitting down cross-legged, he gave a small sigh, leaning his chin on one hand. "So, be a good doggy, tell me what the 'business' is, and leave."

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With eyes becoming more red, he had to take in a deep breath in order to keep from becoming a raging monster on this vampire. His eyes resumed to brown as he tapped the cigar to where the excess bit fell on the porch. He didn't care though and went back to and answered, "You haven't paid your taxes. Mind telling me why or should I bring you in to let you tell someone else?"

Hugh pulled out a notepad in case Adair were to actually comply. He reached into his trench coat for a pen as well with the cigar dangling from his bottom lip that fit the frown he had. Dang, he didn't like this creature one bit.

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Adair smirked, his wings shifting. He could see how far he was pushing the werewolf, and he wondered how much more it would take to make him go over the edge. He would have to toe the line carefully, if he wanted to have any fun with this...

"Sure, I'll tell you. I don't care." He shrugged. "It isn't worth the effort. Especially if all they're going to do is send little mutts to deal with it." Snickering, he added, "And how exactly are you gonna bring me in, huh? Werewolves might be strong, but even they can't fly. Strength doesn't matter if you can't reach the target."

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Unfortunately, that did it for the short-tempered werewolf. His jaw slacked sideways and pulled out the cigar to flick it off the porch. Hugh placed the notepad and pen back in his pockets before pulling aside one flap of the coat to show his weapon of choice; an automatic pistol. He glared up at him, growling, "I don't think you can handle your wings getting holes put in them, punk. I'm not someone to play with. Besides, you've got to come down eventually and especially home. Now, is that your actual answer you gave or what?"

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Adair sighed, before responding, "I don't have the funds, wolf. Calm down." Honestly, he'd only been messing with him. No need to get so touchy. Then again...werewolves never had the best tempers. Stretching, his wings flapped just slightly as he added, "You know, it's a little odd to be having this conversation on my front porch. Care to come inside? Of course, I don't allow smoking in the house, but I'm sure you can stand to be without a cigar for a few minutes."

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He shrugged as he was more to liking that answer and muttered, "Yeah, I can understand that. Got a shack of an apartment though instead of a place this big and secluded."

He scratched at his beard as he glanced at him suspiciously, but figured just to keep his guard up. After all, Hugh wasn't looking forward to walking back into the city quite yet. Just a moment to sit and probably go over some options of payment as far as he knew for him. Sure, it wasn't in his regulations, but the werewolf had a bit of a soft spot for people that needed a bit of help. Even if he wasn't a fan of vampires, he didn't want him to be put in jail for something as dumb as taxes. Hugh took a step forward, replying in his normal gruff manner but without as much hostility as before, "I'll go inside for a while. And don't worry. I'm not rude enough to smoke in somebody else's house." On their porch, was a different story.

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Adair nodded, standing up. He glanced back at the werewolf, considering offering him a hand, but thought of another option, instead. After he'd closed the door behind the officer, he tapped on a red jewel that hung around his neck. A few seconds later, he was human-sized, although his wings remained.

He walked up to Hugh - who was taller, now, and that irked him a bit...but he could put up with it.

"There's a living room our size this way, follow me." He said, beckoning with a clawed hand as he turned and began to head towards a to-size doorway, dwarfed by the huge wall it was in.

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Hugh wasn't surprised to see that he was able to do that, but he wasn't expecting him to do that in his own house. He went behind him with a scrutinizing glare falling on every item in the house and even in the next room. He couldn't afford to soften up around anybody too much after all. Besides, smiling didn't suit him as far as he was considered. He asked, "Also, why do you rarely visit town? I had read that in the report about you. Not like I care or anything."

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Adair shrugged, opening the door and walking inside. "I'm not entirely a people person, as charming as I may be."The room was sparsely furnished, with hardwood floors, an armchair, and a sofa. He sat down in the chair, crossing his legs.

"I don't really use this room often, so sorry if it's a bit less comfortable than the rest of the house." He was a little amused by the scowl on the werewolf's face...it seemed they were polar opposites. That tended to happen a lot, with the two species...their natures were just too different.

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Hugh sat on the sofa as he nodded with a mutter, "I'm not the most social person as well, but for assignments like these, I've got to be."

He hunched forward with his thick forearms resting on his thighs. There was another question nagging at the back of his mind from the very start, but he wasn't certain of asking. And most likely it wasn't wise to ask while inside his home. At least he was around the same height, in case the answer was a bad or wrong one. Hugh figured he could subdue him easily, to which he asked uncouthly, "Mind telling me why you set up a trap like that at your door? I doubt it's just to prank creatures smaller than you. It isn't safe, you know."

Sure, he sounded like a scolding dad, but he figured to take this approach of pointing out the obvious to get him talkative. The vampire had been cooperating thus far after all.

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Adair gave a mischievous grin, saying, "Well, I figured they'd be sending someone to 'deal' with me sooner or later. So could I say it was just for fun?" It had taken all he had not to bust out laughing when he saw the angry little werewolf hanging in front of his door. That had most definitely been worth it.

"So, mind getting to the good part? What do I need to do to keep out of prison for my heinous crimes?" He asked sarcastically, adding a dramatic flair towards the end.

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'So much for showing a bit of compassion,' Hugh thought. The werewolf sat up straight as he muttered, "Only fun to you, bat. And as far as you not having to serve time..." His eyes narrowed and went back to being red when he growled, "...you just better get a good lawyer for all I care. Your punk-butt ways are making me wish I never set foot inside your pathetic house."

He stood up, while keeping his glare on him. "This is your warning. In thirty days, you best start making payments in taxes or else I come back and arrest your sorry-self. You understand?"

The werewolf figured that next time he'd also bring somebody else. There was no way he'd come alone to see this vampire. Might've been because of the smile, but he hated the idea of him resisting arrest. Man, no telling how bloody the two of them would get.

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Adair gave a lazy smile, tapping one foot slowly. "That's quite an interesting demand, coming from someone who I'm sure knows nothing about me other than what's written in reports." His tone was just as casual as it had been, but there was a barely audible threat underlying his words.

As though he'd really allow some dog to come into his house and so blatantly give him orders.

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He gave a snort at such a comment as he turned from him. "I don't give a rat's bum what you think if interesting or not. Just start paying or else I come back next with more than just a warning." He glanced over his shoulder at him as he said, "After all, I'm not the law, but I certainly am a backbone to it, so mind what I say." He had picked up the threat from his words and was not about to allow some vampire to have the last bit of dominance in this matter.

"I can walk myself out if you don't mind, so don't worry yourself in getting up, ya' highness." Hugh started walking toward the exit.

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Adair hummed in thought - something that seemed to be a habit for him - as he watched Hugh go, wondering if he should really let the werewolf leave or not. He was confident he could beat him in a fight, but then, he could probably choose a better time for it. Maybe when he wasn't so drained...he hadn't fed in a month. Blood that didn't come from unwilling victims was expensive, after all, and as uncaring as he might have seemed, the vampire had no interest in attacking humans, or any other creature, for that matter.

At least...not ones that hadn't annoyed him.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, giving a small sigh. His family used to be rich, but of course, his idiot of a father had changed that...

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As he reached the door, he took one more glance back. He wasn't expecting this vampire to be actually stressed out over this. He was planning on his still keeping up his smug act. Hugh heaved out a sigh before digging into his coat for his wallet. He couldn't believe he was doing this and even more so to one of Adair's kind, but he couldn't let his distaste override his compassion. With a gruff tone in order to make it seem that he was soft, he held a card for him. "There's an agent that works with people in debt that I trust a lot. She's a witch and of my size, but she's nice and trustworthy. Just give her a call or visit her."

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Adair took the card, raising an eyebrow as an amused, but slightly bitter smile curled his lips. "An odd gesture, from a werewolf. I'll...keep it in mind." He replied after a small pause, considering snubbing the officer out of spite for his species...but no, this might actually be helpful.

As degrading as it was to take help from a mongrel...

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He wanted to snarl a respond at his comment, but was glad that he hadn't rejected his bit of mercy. The werewolf left the room, calling back at him, "I'll let myself out though. You better make sure I don't come back and start making payments." Once he got to the steps, he brought out a cigarette and then lit it as he smoked in order to calm down from dealing with a vampire. He went down from there, hoping he wouldn't have to visit ever again this creature's place.

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Adair rolled his eyes. He didn't understand why werewolves felt the constant need to be a coarse and, really, overall grumpy when talking to others. It was ridiculous.

He glanced down at the card in his hands, twirling it over in his fingers. it was a matter of pride against practicality, for him, and he admittedly had a little too much pride. Still...this would likely help him quite a bit....sighing, he resolved to call the witch. But later, not now. He was still irritable from that werewolf.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)