"Consider this the trial by fire like I had with Viktor." The Dane's upbeat spirit is taking over after the turmoil. If Hunter was Mom of the band, Rik was the caretaker always looking to comfort and get people to smile when shit was down. The comment about Viktor gets a smirk from the guitarist. "Viktor's calmer now. He's got, I don't know, five inches on Vars but I don't think he was ready for someone who will get right in his face. I'm not sure Tom's happy about the hell of them running together" Rik motioned at the scorch marks on the wall across the way. "... but the rest of us are."
Rik considers what Dean is saying with diverted eyes and offers. "Better to explain, maybe. I know hunters in Damien's world means snipers or something from the government. I know Gloria comes from a bad place too but she doesn't talk about it. You can just see it in her eyes when you ask about home."
Reserved and introverted, Rik watched people and listened when he wasn't pulling pranks. "Ziggy gave Aarne the crawling feeling at first too. There's something about the singer. It sounds crazy but he doesn't seem 'real'? Jack has some of it too. Did Jack talk about...."
Rik trails off when he notices a harsh and disapproving look from Damien. Swallowing he tries to keep the conversation up. "Damien is Jack's second and I heard he has a temper like Viktor."
Damien followed Zack over because the drummer had ahold of his hand. "I'm not that bad!"
He tries to brush off the comment which makes Rik laugh. "The gun?"
Damien shrugs. "They deserved it and I didn't shoot anyone, only flashed some steel."
Through the banter Rik smiles at the two. They were such an odd couple with the drummer that made even Rik look outgoing with the rough, extroverted and dangerous Dog. Damien turns to Dean and offers a hand.
"We didn't get much of an introduction in the chaos, but this is calm for a night here." No one was physically fighting, hauled to jail, or undressed. A little screaming and panic was on the quiet end of the spectrum.
"Hey, Zack. Ditto. Name's Dean." He responds to the introduction with warmth and ease, shaking Damien's offered hand as well. "Pretty much what I've heard, nobody has a bad word to say about the guy that has met him."
He notices the look between Damien and Rik and puts out there after he's done chuckling at the banter: "I know what Jack was willing to share while we were sharing a drink. No more, no less." It does the job of saying he's okay with not knowing more... even if he is curious as all hell. But that's okay because it makes it the perfect time to elaborate, seeing as how he was going to anyway and things were finally calm again.
"Hunters in my place refer to the guys who keep people safe from things that go bump in the night. Vamps, ghosts and poltergeists, vetala, angels, demons, zombies, you name it and it's ready to maim, eat, or just generally fuck with you. Except the giant sentient robots, that was a new one on me. Anyway. Me, my brother, and a few others who are around make it our business to stop their business, if you see what I'm saying. And me and Sammy? We're the best at what we do." It's not any kind of bragging, it's a firm confidence in the knowledge that he's not wrong. They'd lost a large amount of the biggest Hunters in the business, and of the ones currently running, that he an Sam know of, they were both the longest running and stopped the biggest names in hazards to humanity.
They'd made mistakes, but who hasn't? Even with the guilt of lost friends and family that threatened to drown him, as far as skill goes, he and Sam were unmatched and he knew it.
"If this is a quiet night? I should've started partying with you years ago, holy shit." He is definitely feeling better about this whole mess, and easing back into himself.
Zack nodded and wondered what it was like to deal with the stuff Dean did. The supernatural with strange dangerous creatures. It was pretty terrifying really as he held onto Damien, nuzzling close into that long hair. Gilly whispered something into Hunter's ear as the Swede got up and took hold of his drummer's hand.
"Gilly wants to go back to our room now so I'll bid you all goodnight. Nice to meet you, blomma."
He offered Dean a wink before both Gilly and Hunter left the room to go back to their own bedroom to engage in intimacy more likely. That or get high as fuck on coke and get crazy. Either way, they had now gone and Joe blew a kiss towards Gilly just as he left, causing the blond tart to stick his tongue out before closing the door behind them. There was a moment of quiet before Joe giggled and bit on Aarne's ear playfully.
Then, another knock.
The door pushed open and in walked Mick with the bassist Weird. Both men had bottles of booze in their hands as they shut the door behind them. Obviously, the word had got around that the American was here in the room with the other band members and Damien.
"Hello. Thought me and Weird could add to the party. We've brought booze."
Mick wiggling his bottle of gin in the air and Weird waving his bottle of whiskey. Perfect. Joe smiled and was happy there was more booze. Yay!
"Ziggy is nice but I've heard some stories about him getting angry." Damien mentions and then laughs. "I can believe it. I work under Jack and they're near twins."
Damien had seen Jack do some vicious things in his time, only when needed. He's attentive to whomever is talking, learned instinct to watch body language and tone that comes out of being hunted constantly. The description of a hunter in Dean's world was different than the Ministry but the whole mess still didn't sit well. Then again, he hunted the Ministry now. Who was he to say anything at all.
"Giant sentient robots?" Damien asks Rik who nods. "You mean that one that turns into a car that Aarne and Joe had sex on top of drunk and then became friends with?" Damien had definitely heard that story from the crazy Fin.
Rik shrugs. "I think those terrors know a few of them. I saw them but I didn't talk to them."
Damien goes silent though as Dean goes on explaining what a hunter is and his family involvement. If everyone was coming out with the strangeness they carry tonight, Damien would join in. "Our totalitarian government bred and trained me to be a hunter before Jack pulled me from prison."
Thankfully, the topic is changing and there is Hunter and Gilly heading off to bed to interrupt it. Rik steps into the conversation laughing and asks Zack. "Did you see Vars up there? He disappeared to get something and never came back. Did Viktor derail him?"
It was a likely thing because they would share a drink and then things would stir up and... well there wasn't any crashing or screaming, nor calls about coming to break up a fight, so there was that. Rik waves to Mick and hears the stirring from the two crazy ones. Joe no doubt would come for the booze but Aarne has moved away and is digging in one of his suitcases for gods knew what. Rik peers around at him wondering since Aarne carried more shit around with him than Rik thought possible. It could be anything.
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Date: 2021-07-16 12:12 am (UTC)Rik considers what Dean is saying with diverted eyes and offers. "Better to explain, maybe. I know hunters in Damien's world means snipers or something from the government. I know Gloria comes from a bad place too but she doesn't talk about it. You can just see it in her eyes when you ask about home."
Reserved and introverted, Rik watched people and listened when he wasn't pulling pranks. "Ziggy gave Aarne the crawling feeling at first too. There's something about the singer. It sounds crazy but he doesn't seem 'real'? Jack has some of it too. Did Jack talk about...."
Rik trails off when he notices a harsh and disapproving look from Damien. Swallowing he tries to keep the conversation up. "Damien is Jack's second and I heard he has a temper like Viktor."
Damien followed Zack over because the drummer had ahold of his hand. "I'm not that bad!"
He tries to brush off the comment which makes Rik laugh. "The gun?"
Damien shrugs. "They deserved it and I didn't shoot anyone, only flashed some steel."
Through the banter Rik smiles at the two. They were such an odd couple with the drummer that made even Rik look outgoing with the rough, extroverted and dangerous Dog. Damien turns to Dean and offers a hand.
"We didn't get much of an introduction in the chaos, but this is calm for a night here." No one was physically fighting, hauled to jail, or undressed. A little screaming and panic was on the quiet end of the spectrum.
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Date: 2021-07-18 09:41 am (UTC)He notices the look between Damien and Rik and puts out there after he's done chuckling at the banter: "I know what Jack was willing to share while we were sharing a drink. No more, no less." It does the job of saying he's okay with not knowing more... even if he is curious as all hell. But that's okay because it makes it the perfect time to elaborate, seeing as how he was going to anyway and things were finally calm again.
"Hunters in my place refer to the guys who keep people safe from things that go bump in the night. Vamps, ghosts and poltergeists, vetala, angels, demons, zombies, you name it and it's ready to maim, eat, or just generally fuck with you. Except the giant sentient robots, that was a new one on me. Anyway. Me, my brother, and a few others who are around make it our business to stop their business, if you see what I'm saying. And me and Sammy? We're the best at what we do." It's not any kind of bragging, it's a firm confidence in the knowledge that he's not wrong. They'd lost a large amount of the biggest Hunters in the business, and of the ones currently running, that he an Sam know of, they were both the longest running and stopped the biggest names in hazards to humanity.
They'd made mistakes, but who hasn't? Even with the guilt of lost friends and family that threatened to drown him, as far as skill goes, he and Sam were unmatched and he knew it.
"If this is a quiet night? I should've started partying with you years ago, holy shit." He is definitely feeling better about this whole mess, and easing back into himself.
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Date: 2021-07-20 07:54 pm (UTC)"Gilly wants to go back to our room now so I'll bid you all goodnight. Nice to meet you, blomma."
He offered Dean a wink before both Gilly and Hunter left the room to go back to their own bedroom to engage in intimacy more likely. That or get high as fuck on coke and get crazy. Either way, they had now gone and Joe blew a kiss towards Gilly just as he left, causing the blond tart to stick his tongue out before closing the door behind them. There was a moment of quiet before Joe giggled and bit on Aarne's ear playfully.
Then, another knock.
The door pushed open and in walked Mick with the bassist Weird. Both men had bottles of booze in their hands as they shut the door behind them. Obviously, the word had got around that the American was here in the room with the other band members and Damien.
"Hello. Thought me and Weird could add to the party. We've brought booze."
Mick wiggling his bottle of gin in the air and Weird waving his bottle of whiskey. Perfect. Joe smiled and was happy there was more booze. Yay!
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Date: 2021-07-23 01:34 am (UTC)Damien had seen Jack do some vicious things in his time, only when needed. He's attentive to whomever is talking, learned instinct to watch body language and tone that comes out of being hunted constantly. The description of a hunter in Dean's world was different than the Ministry but the whole mess still didn't sit well. Then again, he hunted the Ministry now. Who was he to say anything at all.
"Giant sentient robots?" Damien asks Rik who nods. "You mean that one that turns into a car that Aarne and Joe had sex on top of drunk and then became friends with?" Damien had definitely heard that story from the crazy Fin.
Rik shrugs. "I think those terrors know a few of them. I saw them but I didn't talk to them."
Damien goes silent though as Dean goes on explaining what a hunter is and his family involvement. If everyone was coming out with the strangeness they carry tonight, Damien would join in. "Our totalitarian government bred and trained me to be a hunter before Jack pulled me from prison."
Thankfully, the topic is changing and there is Hunter and Gilly heading off to bed to interrupt it. Rik steps into the conversation laughing and asks Zack. "Did you see Vars up there? He disappeared to get something and never came back. Did Viktor derail him?"
It was a likely thing because they would share a drink and then things would stir up and... well there wasn't any crashing or screaming, nor calls about coming to break up a fight, so there was that. Rik waves to Mick and hears the stirring from the two crazy ones. Joe no doubt would come for the booze but Aarne has moved away and is digging in one of his suitcases for gods knew what. Rik peers around at him wondering since Aarne carried more shit around with him than Rik thought possible. It could be anything.