Zverda

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

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MOVING HAS STOLEN ME AWAY FROM YOU LOVELY PEOPLE AND I AM SORRY

Confessions of a Skeptical Celestial [MxAnything / Casual-Advanced]

This is actually really interesting :D If you are still looking for someone would you care to PM me?

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@agentmanatee Welcome to the crazy family :)

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Detective Federick Harrowitz

Name: Frederick Harrowitz
Gender: Male
Furry Species: Lion

Age: 32
Height: 6'5
Weight: 220 lb.

Personality: FrederickHarrowitz is a serious man. He's serious about his job, his freetime, every aspect ofnhis life. Is it maybe a little too far? Sometimes... but its better safe than sorry. He believes the law should be followed, and can't stand when its broken, often going out of his way to deal with law breakers. But, whats even more important than the law, is punishment. Those who break the law need to be punished, otherwise whats the point? This is why he couldn't be a cop, again ang again wrongdoers were let off scot free for one reason or another, and again and again he broke regulation so that they got what they deserved.

Biography: The streets are filled with filth. Scum and villainy run free in this town, always have. The cops aren't equipped well enough, and are rife with corruption. Beleive me, I use to be a cop. A veteran detective on the force I brought in scum on the regular, if anything I was to good. A few times the mob or someone else tried to take me out, had some real close calls where only lady luck managed to save me. Eventually, I couldn't take it, not only was I risking my neck to bring in criminals but several just kept getting let out. I wanted to dole out real punishment but restrained myself... until one day. Guy was a real peace of work, thief and murderer, repeat offender hell even a rapist. Unfourtanetly, he had it in with someone so he just kept getting let out everytime me or anyone else brought him in. I got fed up. I followed him one day, caught him trying to rob some store. He laughed when I pulled my gun, ready to get cuffed again. cuffs never came. He got a bullet instead. Turned in my badge before it became a thing, jumped ship and packed some things. I dissapeared for awhile in case his buddies were looking for me.

When I came back the streets were still rife with scum... so I took things into my own hands. I wanted to help people, something hard to do in a corrupt PD. So, I opened my investigation agency. I'm working almost constantly. Assaults, kidnappings, a murder here and there... nothing to high brow. I usually get my man, but I don't turn in to the cops all the time. Sometimes I rough them up first, sometimes worse. Couple times I let the victims do what they wanted, whatever way these pricks got what they deserved. Now though, I've got a real big case. A mayoral candidate, murdered in cold blood... the M.O. Matches one of a few unsolved cases of mine... some real piece of work has been doing these... and I'm gonna stop them. No one's gonna get in my way.

Inventory: Judge revolver, pack of cigarettes, black overcoat, lighter, mace spray, notebook

Other: Has a Private detective agency, relatively low key about it to avoid attention from big names in the crime world or the cops.

@agentmanatee

Looks good to me :D Sorry that things are moving a lil slow atm.... but feel free to post up in the CS tab and post in the IC whenever you are ready :3

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Honestly, with my school coming back up I probably won't be able to rp as my schedule is filled with Nursing classes and clinicals. If anyone wants to take over Dee they can. Vex seems kinda useless at this point. I would only be able to reply once in a blue moon if I stayed.

@Midnight Howl

Well poo D: We shall see if anyone wants to take up the mantle... If not then Aeron will just have a new Mob to take care of >.> *snickers*

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Relieved that John seemed to understand that she could potentially be late, Aeron made her way as quickly as she could manage to the site the Operator had directed her too. Once there, she was met with a sight she had not exactly expected to see, and a certain Jackalope she was certain she had both met yet has never seen before. Curious, the female jackal got out of her vehicle and went over to the, she was assuming male, jackalope was seemingly waiting for her. "I take it you were the one I was sent to pick up?" she questioned as she crouched down to look at the one she had been sent to get, "Wait a minute... I do know you. Where did your spots go?"

Though he felt like the world stopped as he got the news, he likely sat there like a fool while trying to wrap his head around a story to spin. 'Operator' hung up, his business concluded and Luci double-checked his numbers to realize he wasn't mistaken. The thought had crossed his mind to start walking home, fleeing the scene before his 'help' arrived, but the pressure on a likely sprained ankle kept him down, cursing under his breath.

Being cuffed didn't help as he tried to wrestle his phone back into a pocket of his black denim jacket. He'd mostly just thrown everything together, having not expected any of what had happened. Still, he figured the red-white polo shirt, jeans, knee-high boots and black-white plaid scarf would be presentable enough, in spite of being a bit worn from the crash. Luciel shook the worry of his appearance, annoyed that it was his biggest concern at the moment.

Just as he considered trying to hide, Aeron's car pulled up and he sighed as she stepped out to find him with ease. He was fairly hard to miss as the rest of the foot traffic had scattered by this point.

"Oh...hello, Aeron" he greeted with a guilty huff, ears folding back as he looked slightly away from her while she drew near. "A funny thing about spots. They tend to come out with a bit of warm water and a rag" Luciel joked in response to her question, offering a laugh which was cut short with a wince and pained grunt. He spoke with a light tone, having dropped the accent and deepening of his voice. Recomposing himself, he sighed before his eyes sharpened, looking back up at her. "S'kinda awkward. Oi'd hoped t' tell ya, sometoime" Luciel politelly continued, given the circumstance, putting on his best 'Ansel' with the trademark cocky smirk.

Aeron raised an eyebrow when the male before her put back on the accent, though she was fully aware that he was faking it. "So, what's your actual name bunny-boy?" she inquired as she worked on getting his cuffs off of him, "And how exactly did you find yourself in this situation? I don't take kindly to people hurting people I consider under my protection, alternate persona or not." Once she was done talking, she gently took the male's hands and turned them around, inspecting his wrists before letting out a sigh. "Lets get to my car, I have a small stop to make and then I will take you to my home to get you cleaned up."

It wasn't the first time he'd been asked his name on that day, though this was thankfully a more favorable situation as there wasn't much to lose with being honest to Aeron. "Luciel..." he began, allowing her to work the cuffs off, "Luciel Lavandou, and it's a bit tough to explain." The name feeling strange even still. It had been given to him sometime in the past, but it was the closest thing he had to an actual answer after the truth had been beaten out of his recollection.

On inspection, his right palm held a clean yet shallow slice which matched up with the cut a bit under his jaw that was otherwise obscured by his scarf. "And...yeah, it wouldn't be a bad idea to make some distance from this mess" he agreed with a pained huff as he used a free arm to brace against the stall as get shakily got to his feet. Surprisingly, he fought through what must have been quite a distracting pain as he returned his recently relocated arm to his ribs in order to continue in his composed neutrality. "I assume you're busy, but I'd like it if we made a stop on the way back to your place...a bit of business to finish, if you would not mind the inconvenience"

"Yeah, once we get done with this one stop I don't mind making a pit stop for you," Aeron replied as she saw the difficulty that Luciel was having with walking. Frowning slightly, she moved forward and lifted the jackalope with surprising ease for someone her size. After some maneuvering, the male found himself with her arms locked behind his knees as she gave him a piggy-back to the front seat of her car. "I have a med kit in the back of the vehicle, we can wrap you up and disinfect your cuts once we get to our location. You gunna be ok til then?"

As she spoke, she opened the door and helped him maneuver into the seat before she shook out her arms a bit. "For someone who is that much taller than me, you are rather light," she stated as she brushed her hands off on the jeans she was wearing. It was a rather rare sight to see her in normal clothing, but she always figured it was more appropriate to wear something more... conservative for a memorial.

Meanwhile resting in the back, Twombly heard something about the need for a medkit, and that it was located in the back. Gently, he slid it forwards along the center console for whoever their guest was to find it before Aeron would go rummaging through the back seats. Still, curiosity got the better of him, and he took a bit of a gander at their newest passenger.

"Oh, hello." Twombly sorta-introduced himself, a bit surprised that it was the jackalope, although this time around he looked like he'd been through one hell of a night. "So Aeron said something about you being hurt, mind if I took a look at that wound while she drives?"

Aeron jumped a bit when Twombly popped out of the back, "SONUVABITCH! What the Hell Twombly? Why are you doing in my car?!" she demanded, placing a hand over her chest, feeling as if her heart would burst out of her chest.

"Well, last night when you told me about this, I said I'd come too..." Twombly began explaining, as he began staring over at Luciel for any serious injuries, but quickly started focusing on his palm, since his jaw was probably going to be off-limits for the next 18 seconds. "And you didn't exactly say no. So I came along."

Luciel took inventory in his mind as he tested his condition. The idea of getting everything he wanted out of his apartment was quickly fading away as he doubted he could carry duffle bags of the junk and was loathe to ask that much of the jackal. "Thank you, it may not be as much as I thought-" he began to thank before being hauled up onto the woman's back and carried into the SUV. As much as Luci wanted to assure her that he could walk enough to get in, himself, the interest of time was likely upon them as he had no clue when reinforcements or police would show up. The last thing he wanted was to get himself or Aeron involved in such a situation.

"Y-yeah. I can probably patch myself up...and thank you for coming, I hope my operator wasn't too gruff" he joked in a deadpan manner, failing at a racist pun about the sheep that only he had really met. The comment about his weight made him feel a bit self conscious about his eating habits...or lack thereof as he'd gotten used to living on minimums. "Its all fluff" he joked, his defense mechanism of using humor to make light of a situation shining through, though he'd learned that laughing at his own bad jokes wasn't the best for his bruised condition.

Luciel found it strangely easy to relax in the front seat of the luxury SUV after the ordeal, reclining a bit as he laid his head back and began closing his eyes before noticing the medkit slide up next to him. Lifting an eyebrow, he turned his head in confusion before Twombly spoke up. Aeron's reaction spooked him almost as much as the sudden appearance of the maned wolf, causing Luciel to jump with his own gasp of [b]"Oh jeez!"/b] and groaning before gritting his teeth and glaring back at the man, his expression slowly settling.
"Fuh...e-ello guvna" he chirped in his Ansel voice before hearing the invitation and reclining the seat further. "Be my guest?" Luciel quizzically replied, dropping the accent once more, a bit tired of surprises but thankful that it was people that he knew who didn't seem too put off by the jackalope who was in all rights a stranger all over at this point.

Taking some gauze, and the jack's invitation, the maned-wolfie first patched-up Luciel's palm, then continued checking his 'patient' over a bit more thuroughly, kindly ignoring any weapons he may or may not have found along the way before determining he had a few bruised ribs that could be braced once they were out of the car, but for now had to just make sure he didn't lean on a bad side. Further down seemed A-OK, and no further inspection seemed necessary in that direction. Moving up, he pulled away at the billowy scarf to reveal a nasty looking cut...

"I should've treated this wound first." Was all Twombly could say as he pulled whatever else he could use to patch up the gash to his demi-friend's neck. He pulled out a satchette of rubbing alcohol, "This'll sting a bit. You can keep the accent if you think it'll help you feel comfortable." He advised, as he dabbed at the wound, making sure to flush all the bits of glass and metal out if there was any, this also happened to pull off most of the scabbing... side-benefit is it would reduce any signs of facial-scarring... probably stung like a sumbiscut though...

he next part, was of course to actually bandage the knife-wound to the neck, he'd spent a surprisingly large amount of time and resources on the hand, so he made-do with some packing and wraping the gauze under his chin and up towards his antlers.

As for the rest of Luciel.... Twombly found a brush in the center console underneath the medkit.

The hand was the easy part, he just needed to make a point not to flex the mess which he was darkly confident he could stitch shut if need be. In all fairness, it was a collection of similar injuries that he'd mended on other patients. However, having it all at once on himself was a completely different beast and he appreciated Twombly's efforts. His vest had been taken, leaving holstered weapons just under his shirt and webbing behind his jacket. Luciel hadn't taken everything with him, though the reinforced paranoia taught him not to make such mistakes in the future.

Luciel winced from how the scarf was lifted away, pulling a bit of scabbing off in the process. "I don't see the point, anymore" he shakily replied, experienced with rubbing alcohol and only able to imagine how this would go down. Questionably thankfully, he wouldn't have to wait long before the question as answered as the swab soaked and brushed at the wound. His ears fluttered as his eyes twitched, though remaining quiet as the sensation could be described as a slice of a sting that felt like it was taking chunks out of him from how the chemical burned. "Y-yeah! That's certainly pleasant!" he whimpered and hissed, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut.

He felt silly with how Twombly bandaged that wound, but was glad it was just over and started to get relaxed in the chair once more before he was attacked with a brush. At first he jumped from having not expected it, being at about his wit's end with surprises until the teeth edged around the base of his ears to pull out a few bits of car glass. The chunks were designed not to atomize and the brushing made quick work of what little Twombly found in the motions. Luciel sighed, ears fluttering from the attention but still compelled to offer, "I can do that, myself" with a soft and reluctant voice, annoyed but allowing the maned wolf to continue.

"Just let him do it," Aeron said calmly as she started up the SUV, having climbed into the vehicle while Twombly had gotten busy, "He has this odd fascination of brushing things... no idea why but its just a thing he likes do to." She patted the Jackalope's hand and smiled at him, though the expression was a little tight before she simply focused on the road on her way to the grave site.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Aeron had just finished picking up her order from the floral store and was in the process of sending a text to John to ask him if Ylva would be joining them for their yearly visit. Just as she hit the send button, her phone began to buzz angrily in her hand, displaying a 000 number which only proved to confuse her further. Who the hell would be using an operator to call me? she wondered as she hit 'accept'. "Hello?" she questioned slowly, waiting for the voice on the other end to begin speaking.

"Sup-" a deep voice confidently but almost annoyed comes from the other end, "...I got an associate of yours reaching out hard to a shoorrrt list" they explained, accompanied with the sound of shuffling papers. "Names asiiide, I'd say it's more worth yo time t'just fuhget about it and have yourself a nice daay, ma'am" the smooth voice continues with a slight chuckle before sighing, "But, see, I'm not paid to give names or advice, so ya got yourself a dangerously pretty piece of danger that got themselves into a whoole heap-a trouble a block west off Third and Afton."

After a pause, they cleared their throat. "Check your faith, ma'am...its unholy to deeal with angels" he cryptically warned though remained on the line, customary in calling the previous caller back with a reply. The operator was a bit unconventional as he served as more of a proxy than any official operator.

"Clearly you aren't fully aware of who you are calling," she stated calmly before hanging up the phone and shooting one last text to John to let him know a small emergency came up and that she'd be there as soon as possible. Despite the rather annoying news she got from the equally infuriating operator, she slid into the driver side of the SUV she had taken and sped off to the location that she had been told about. Normally it was customary to have someone else drive her, considering she had a bad habit of running other vehicles off the road with her rather aggressive tactics, but this was the one time a year she was usually rather calm... usually.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Zverda
Maybe?
The small-time rivals are down 8 men in the course of about three hours.

Luci's tail has quite a bit to explain. (The guy following him, not his fluffy bunneh plume)

@Hawlin

*Cracks knuckles* Time to introduce someone to my fist then :D

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

...@Hawlin, Is Aeron going to have to go hunting?

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

John and Ylva had arrived at his safehouse which was in a rather nicer part of the city but not to far away from the Hole. It was the proverbial "other side of the railroad tracks" in the sense that the crime demographics were lower than the rest of the city. Not much better, but enough that there wasn't much gang on gang violence there. More or less the angry couple across the street with domestic issues, the drunkard down the lane and a few others but overall was safer than most places. It was one of his safehouses but the one he spent the most time at besides the Hole. "Annnnnnnd right here. Stop.." He looked over to the brick house. It was in realitively decent condition. Its shudders were slightly grey with a bit of pint chipping and fading away. The lawn seemed freshly cut and was accented by a nice patio in the front with a table, few chairs and an umbrella. He looked over to Ylva and smiled as he undid his seatbelt and exited the car. He walked up to the door and pulled out a small carabener that held a small ring of keys. John jumped the first two steps, nearly tripping on the thirf but caught himself before he could fall. Brushing his pantlegs off, he walked up to the door and inched his foot over until it was directly under the doorknob and pushed down slightly.

Click-click

His foot stopped moving and held the pressure down once the clicks were heard. He pushed the key through the hole and turned it half way to the right and a quarter to the left.

Click click click

FInally he brought the key all the way around and pushed it in further before a final click was heard and he pushed the door open and stepped aside, gesturing for Ylva to enter first.

Ylva shot John a look before stepping past the doorway, but stopped as she had a feeling that he may have even more traps within the safehouse. "Well... how many more traps do you have around here?" she asked, "I rather not die because I took a wrong step." She looked back at John and waited for his response, crossing her arms over her chest. She had absolutely no idea what to expect from the male either, considering they were now alone for the next couple days.

John glanced over to her and smiled sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head. "There are...Nowhere up here minus a closet or two. The rest aren't on this level." His smile softened as he closed the door behind him after entering, the sound of rapid clicks and a few pieces on the inside of the doorframe shot down and concealed whatever was behind it, making it appear as if there where no traps at all. John moved to place his hat on the the hat rack hanging on the wall and placed his coat gently on the coat rack. The inside was very cozy looking, giving the impression that a family used to live here. Beige covered the walls of the house and were accented by hardwood flooring and wooden moulding around the floor. A leather recliner sat facing the TV directly with a couch that rested nicely on the side of the entertainment center in view of the tube. A small glass coffee table went in between the couch and chair with a small ashtray and lamp. A nice throw rug complemented the room. The living room was seperated from the dining and kitchen area by a partition and gave it a very opened feeling.

"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I'll go make us some food." He started off for the kitchen.

"Want anything to drink! I have everything from water to whiskey!" He shouted back to her from the kitchen as the sounds of pots and pans were being pulled out.

"Whiskey and Coke sound good," she replied as she made her way over to the couch and sat down. It felt a little strange to be within someone else's... home? She wasn't even sure if he actually lived here or just took her here because he didn't want her to know where he actually lived. That thought alone made her grin rather devilishly, her eyes darting back to the he-wolf who was making her food. Then again, it was rather strange considering the way everything left off the first, and only, time they had gone out. "So, care to share with me why you had to bale on me on our first date?"

"One whiskey coke coming up!" Opening up a cabinet above the sink, he pulled out a highball and a regular glass and walked over to the liquor cabinet and withdrew the whiskey from the cabinet and poured two ounces into the highball with ice and the rest with coke, carefully mixing it as he poured then made himself a glass of water. John walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, next to Ylva, placing the glass down on a coaster and started back into the kitchen but Ylva stopped him in his tracks with her question. "Well- He paused for a moment to remember that night, as well as come up with an excuse to why he flaked out on the date and turned back to face Ylva. "Sadly I had forgotten about a meeting with the Alpha and had been called at the most inconvenient time. He wanted to discuss something major that was happening at the time with a certain gang that happened to be encroaching in on our territory at the time, besides the one that I met you at." He chuckled at the memory of that meeting. Not a simple hello but rather a greeting that two assassins would make. Conversation made through the sound of rounds whizzing through the air and fist to cuffs. He started back to the kitchen as the sound of the fridge opened and bags were being pulled out. "Do you like stir fry?" He yelled out to her again hoping she took the explanation.

Ylva made a face, clearly not pleased with what he had told her, but not about to push the fact as she figured he had a reason. "Stir fry is good," she replied as she sipped at her drink and simply relaxed where she was, watching the wolf. It felt a little strange being in the home with him, but she wasn't about to say anything as she simply took to walking around and peering at the photos he had. "This is who you two see once a year..." she murmured to herself as she carefully picked up one of the photos, a rather sad smile crossing her face as she looked at how happy the young boy seemed to be. "Feel free to tell me to fuck off but... how old was he?"

John had started on the stir fry as the sound of the veggies and beef sizzled in the pan. "Well I haven't had stir fry in awhile and I make a damn good stir fry. Used to cook alot." He responded. He held the pan and flipped it a few times until he heard her question with he immediately stopped and shot his sight in her direction, eyes narrowed. "Put that down now." The tone in his voice was cold and held a steely edge to it. Once it was back in its place he continued on in an eerie silence for a few minutes as his eyes had glassed over. He bit his bottom lip and let out a trembling sigh. Eleven...Soon to be twelve. I had gotten him a model plane and an RC car for his birthday. Wasn't a very techy kind of kid but liked more hands on hobbies like his old man. Prefered simpler things like puzzles, models RC cars, simple robotics. A tinkerer."

snip-it into John's memories

"Nate dinner's ready!" John yelled out to the boy who was in his room. He was currently working on a 3rd stage model. A half buit Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk already with painted parts. Nate liked to be meticulous about how he built everything. The boy always tried to get every part just right, even down to the little seatbelts for the pilots. Speaking of which, he was figuring out how to paint the bird and his fox copilot. "Crow black for the bird or should it be a hawk? White or red fox? Hmmmm...."

"Nathanal Johnathan Wolf get out here and eat your dinner before it gets cold! Your mother didn't make this for it to sit!"

Just as he was about to place the sliding door onto its minature rails until his father yelled his full name, causing him to flinch and jerk his hand upward, knocking over the copter onto its side, in the process breaking one of the rudders. "Dammit...

"Alright alright! Coming!" He yelled a reply as he hopped off the chair and walked out, closing the door to his room behind him. He walked out to see his mother and father at the table already. Looking at him with what was basically a "really?" face.

"Sorry, just working on that Blackhawk dad got me a few months ago."

John smirked and shook his head.

"The Blackhawk isn't going anywhere but the food will be if you don't eat it." He pointed to the plate infront of Nate who simply stuck his tongue out at him.

"Well...I was wondering if I could go over to Davey's house tonight." John squinted his eyes slightly.

"Davey? From down the street? I thought you to don't get along." He asked with slight concern. Nate looked up and shook his head.

"We did but we settled it. Now we're friends." He smiled as his father pinched the bridge of his nose.

" You told me he was bullying you and wanted to fight you but now your telling me that-" His wife, Sarah, interviened.

"Wait. He was bullying you? Did the school do anything? What about his parents? I know Mrs. Kearny and I'll speak to her abou-"

"Yessss... We're fine now mooom." Nate whined. His father pointed to his food and instinctly started to chow down.

His father looked over to Sarah and smiled. "If he says they're fine then they're fine. I don't see a problem with it." Sarah sighed. "Fine"

Nathan's eyes lit up and he smiled. "SO is that a yes?" His ears perking up. John looked at him sternly.

"Did you finish your homework" He answered with a quick nod. He waited a moment or to before leaning back in the chair, staying in silence for a moment, watching the ears of his son slightly lower in his perifrials before he nodded.

"Sure...Be back by 10:00." Nate whispered a loud "Yess before quickly woofing down his meal and went to grab his stuff for the time over his new friends house.

The wolf s iled as he watched his son run off to his room. Sarah on the other hand was a bit nervous.

"You sure he will be fine?" He rolled his head and eyes as he looked over to her, gaining a glare for the action.

"He'll be fine. I'll probably stop by anyway to check up on him...But for now-" John's face gained an, interesting look. A bit mischevious with a bit of playfulness all rolled into one. Sarah looked at him and nearly choked on her drink, earning a laugh from John and a punch in the arm from her. Soon enough they moved their increasing fun to the bedroom after saying goodbye to their son for the next couple hours.

Ylva nodded her head as she had carefully set the photo back down, unphased by how he had sounded when he told her to put the photo down. "Sounds like my Nina," she muttered as she retreated back to the couch, "She hated the way tech was going, didn't even want to own a phone but I made her so she could get a hold of me if something bad happened... she forgot the phone though..." Frowning, Ylva fell silent and pulled out a rather old looking flip phone with a green case and simply stared at the thing
as she listened to John move around in the kitchen. It was something she always had on her person, mainly because she used it to remind herself of what would happen if she failed. "Sorry to inquire on a painful memory, that wasn't really fair of me."

"No its-its fine. You weren't aware." He replied quickly as he flipped the stir fry a bit more before turning off the stove. John moved the pan over to one of the unused stove tops and quickly moved to get plates out and set up. "Besides, I got the bastard anyway." He said aloud to himself, not caring whether or not she heard.

"Makes one of us," she muttered under her breath before placing the phone back in her pocket and leaning back, closing her eyes as she simply listened to what the wolf was doing. She wasn't exactly inclined to talk about her own story with a man she didn't know all that well, but then again, she didn't really share it with anyone to begin with. The only reason that Aeron was made aware of the situation was because she had hired Ylva after the inciden and made sure the She-Wolf was able to function properly considering everything that had happened.

He had placed the plates out on the table accompanied by a fork and knife set atop of a napkin with the stir fry placed nicely on each plate. The wolf had also placed next to each plate a glass of water. "It's ready when you are." He called out, thankful that that conversation had ended. John had pulled out her chair and gestured for her to sit down. Once seated, he helped her in closer, making sure she was all set before sitting down himself.

Once seated, she nodded her head and offered him a small smile of appreciation, [color39e600]"Thank you for dinner,"[/color] she said before she began to eat. She felt a little bad for bringing up a sore subject, but figured it would be best if she just kept her mouth shut for the remainder of the meal. She wasn't exactly sure what was safe to talk about with the male other than work, and she really didn't want to talk about work.

He watched as she ate and gained a bit of a nostalgia. A smile crept on his face. "Brings back memories." He looked at hHe er with a soft smile. Looking down at his food he was playing with via fork. "You would have liked Little Nate. He was a great kid. Had Twombly's interest in things mechanical and a bit of Aeron's stuborness. Actually, no, that stuborness came from me. He had his mother's anger though when he really wanted to show it. Hehehehhe." He looked down at his food once again. "I was scared..." He simply said as he took a bite.

"I would be surprised if you hadn't been... It tends to be the first thing that hits you, then you spend some time blaming yourself for not being there when they need you before you finally realize that there really wasn't anything you could do when it all happened. Its a shitty realization, but in the end it sorta helps us cope a bit right?" Ylva offered him a small grin, before her eyes narrowed on her food, almost as if she were glaring at it for a moment before her gaze seemed to soften a bit.

"Ye-No...No not about that...About why I flaked out on the date..." His ears lowered slightly before returning to normal. He looked up to her. "I wasn't ready yet. It was too soon to start going out with someone else. It felt like a betrayal to Sarah." He looked down at his food and reluctantly bit into another piece. "I wanted to wait before I got back into that game so-to-speak." The truth had finally came out. He glanced to Ylva and awiated her response.

Ylva was staring at her food rather hard while she listened to what he had to say, "You could have told me this, I would not have been angry with you if you were honest with me from the beginning," she finally said after a moment, "I can understand why you would have a hard time." She nodded her head slightly before she finally started to eat again, going back to focusing on her food as she wasn't sure if she should say much else. She didn't know what it was like to lose someone you love in the same compacity that he did, but she did understand loss all too well.

He ate quietly for a bit more before looking up to her, tired now of the awkwardness. "Ask me anything...Anything you want." He said as he put his fork down and looked at her now with a smile. They were together for two days so he might as well break the ice by answering questions.

"Dangerous thing to tell me," she said flashing him a small smile, "I am notorious for not recognizing boundries... Did you lose Sarah with your son or was that a result of? Well... you know..." She motioned a bit to imply that Sarah may have left because the strain of loosing their child had been too much for her to handle. "You are also welcome to ask me anything you wish as it is only fair."

He sighed as he took the rather personal question head on. "Sarah had died in a car accident a few months prior to my son being murdered. After I heard her about it and we buried her. Home life kinda spiraled out of control. Nate's grades dropped and he started to hang out with a bad crowd." He smirked lightly. How did you come across Aeron?" John's smirk growing slightly.

"She actually came across me after I lost my baby sister," came the reply, "I was in a rather bad place at the time and she helped me find a purpose for myself. I've been working for her for about a year now... so not too long before I met you honestly." She flashed John a small smirk in return. If he was willing to share the dirty parts of his life, she may as well do the same. "So... do you think you are ready to try now or are you still scared?"

John nodded as he listened to her little glimpse into her past and found himself smirking at her mention to their first meeting. "I still say I had the upper hand." His childish voice returning, accompanied by a playful pout. His eyes slightly widened at her next question before sitting back and pondered it for a moment. "I'm not sure. Part of me says yes and a part of me says no. But I hear Sarah saying "Go for it." An internal chuckle only given away by the raising and lowering of his shoulders. He remained silent a bit longer before giving a light nod. "I suppose I could see how it goes. You diffently caught my attention that first day. Might as well see where it takes me."

"You can say you had the upper hand all you want, we both know it's not true. I kicked your ass fair and square," the She-Wolf countered before letting out a small yawn. She was pleased with his response, but ras rather tired seeing as he had to chase down Aeron and her date. The Wastelands always left her drained as she wasn't a huge fan of the sun, or how much of a pain in the ass it was to drive in the sand. "So where will I be sleeping for the night?"

"You kicked me in the dick...Then stomped down on it...THEN put the gun to my face!" He chirped up with a bit of annoyance, folding his arms in protest to her actions that day. He sighed and brought his hand underneath his chin and scratched it. "Well...I'm not scummy enough to bring you into my room on the first night and the other room is off limits...The guest bedroom should be fine. I'll go start preparing it now." He ran the napkin across his face as he started t clean up. Once done, he moved off to the guest bedroom, readying it for Ylva.

Yvla watched him for a moment before following, leaning against the door frame as he set up the guestroom for her. Once he was done, she stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm and pressed an innocent enough kiss to his cheek. "Good night John," she said before allowing him to leave and closing the door behind her so she could get some sleep of her own.