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Whoops my bad
this sounds amaaaaaazing, Can I get in on this?
Milo Ventri




Friday evening


Milo led the two women off to where he had parked his truck, it was not far just in a nearby lot, luckily it was easy enough to get into that no one even the inebriated could hurt themselves. and after a short time he was able to ascertain where Rajvi lived so that he could drop her back off there, she was a kind and pleasant girl, he wouldn't want to see her hurt trying to walk home in the snow and at night.

"Good night Rajvi, be careful please." Milo said as Rajvi exited the vehicle and stepped out in front of her home.

Milo drove off with Vika after the door was shut and the two of them made a short stop at the nearby new fish and chips joint that she had mentioned earlier, they shared a quick meal before this time headed to their final destination for the night, Milo's house.

Fade to black


Saturday morning


Milo woke the next morning groggily, he hated mornings, they haven't been the same for a few years and he was still not entirely used to it, he started to sit up as he did every morning, but today he found himself weighed down, he looked over and saw Vika and her silvery hair strewn across the pillow, and her head rested on his arm, he couldn't help but smile, his morning haze lifting and clarity coming back to him, she had come back with him last night, the two of them really seemed to be hitting it off, he felt like things were at a good pace and he was thankful for it, for her. Milo carefully pulled away so he could get up, as he did he got himself together and headed to the kitchen to start something for breakfast.

Milo's kitchen is a rustic farmers market of tools and knives, most of which he had made himself, granted, he does have modern appliances, he isn't a monster. Milo did like to hand grind coffee beans and had a specific tool for it, so he sat at his counter and was grinding the beans to make his morning cup and had a kettle on the stove heating as well as a pot set out with a number of tea ingredients and some pre-made bags, some days he felt like a hipster in his own home, but he just like to do things himself, mostly why he loved his job, as well as missed his home. In his minor trance-like state of grinding, Milo thought back on more memories of home, fishing in the ocean and lakes, backyard barbecues, and the many mornings like this where Milo would sit in the kitchen grinding beans, only difference was that this time Ana would not be coming out from the bedroom to share a cup with him.




@PrinceAlexus @Lemons

((Lemons, I left some room in there for you to make your goodbyes and such but I was told to move us along.))

Walt Grismer




Location: Aurora, Colorado
Interacting: Omen Agent @Morose



Norse Gods? That was definitely not what he was expecting, the Norse were not the kind to get really heavily involved in the affairs of mortals, and if one was on earth now, depending on which one it was, this was going to be truly catastrophic. Walt had been an odd duck in the way that he still worshiped the old Germanic Gods, it only ever slowed him when dealing with them personally, he couldn't imagine killing off a Norse God, but he was one of few hunters that wouldn't and if they were being chased by OMEN then he needed to be there to try and keep them from dying. As the suit put away his phone, he told him that they had another issue, but he would still be needed.

"Alright, alright, look, I am gonna help you, but I need a couple things, my truck needs to come too, so if we are flying then it does too, I also want in on the Norse god case you mentioned, if there is a way to let that sit on the back burner long enough to let me help I'd appreciate it." Walt took a long sip on the glass of whiskey, "Oh, and if I am gonna work for the big wigs, let's see if someone can get me a Grigori Sword." Walt grinned, this request was only half in jest, but if there was ever a chance to get one of those damned things this was it.
Well repost to the interest check with a link you never know who will pick it up
Still there @Shamrocknroll
The snow has melted some and airports are opening up again, now I am back in the saddle.
Milo Ventri


Milo took a moment as the two girls were talking and he just let his mind wander a bit, bouncing from some of his projects that he needed to finish as well as plans for future outings with Vika, but it was when he started to notice that Rajvi was getting a little toasted that he came back to it, she was all over Vika at this point and it was kind of silly, she had been so scared earlier, a few drinks and she became much looser, then she backed into him, which of itself was fine, he was a large fellow, but the pinching of his nose was the sign that she had had a few too many. Milo did his best to try and let the act go, but she then followed up with a remark about his cologne.

"Well, thank you, I do try to clean up pretty well when I intend to be out with a date."

Milo looked to Vika, he had a look to him that showed he was just a tad uncomfortable, Rajvi needed a nap, sleep off a few of those drinks or something. Milo looked around and noticed that he had actually only had one drink himself earlier in the night. Probably a good thing, he didn't like leaving his truck behind.

"Ladies, I don't know about you but the night seems to be coming to a close. Rajvi will you be needing a ride home? My truck is nearby if you do." Milo said looking to Rajvi, then he turned to Vika, "Of course, that is whenever you feel ready to go." Milo didn't want to rush her out of the party if she wanted to stay, he was just starting to worry that their new friend here wasn't going to be making it back without help soon, that, and he was still thinking about him and Vika grabbing a bite to eat, then see where they go from that.

@Lemons@PrinceAlexus
Walt Grismer


Location: Aurora, Colorado
Interactions: @Morose/ Omen Agent





Walt had been having a pretty average day, his mediocre job here in Aurora landed him a few new burns and cuts, and he was yelled at by some lard filled sack of a boss that garners enough hate that Walt would stab him happily if he thought he was a monster, though every day passes by with no such luck. After Walt finishes his shift he makes his way into town, the different bars around only tolerate him for so long before kicking him out so by the time he reached Cedar Creek pub he was already pretty intoxicated.

A man in the other end of the pub, well dressed, suit and tie, really official looking, called out to him. Omen, this organization had looked him over before, something about wanting to get teams together, or was it they needed and machinist? Walt couldn't get his head around why they had looked at him before, but he did know that they had decided he was to volatile to bring on at the time. Walt looked over at the bar and and held up two fingers, to which the bartender begrudgingly obliged, and Walt sat at the table, where soon two glasses of whiskey were set down, Walt took one and downed it then picked up the second.

"If I remember, I wasn't OMEN material, something about....." His mind couldn't connect the dot just yet. "Well whatever, I'm out of practice now anyway, what could possibly be so bad that you would come looking for me?"

Walt was lying, he was just as sharp as ever, still practicing, still hunting, perhaps not to the extent he did back when OMEN was looking into him the first time, but definitely enough. Walt set the other drink down not having sipped it, this was actually starting to bother him, and the gravity of it had a sobering effect, what do they want? It wasn't as if he would come out to find him for nothing, and OMEN must be desperate or something to come to him, so it must be real bad, like Plano bad, maybe worse, these guys didn't fool around, when OMEN gets involved, people die.
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