1374. The First Meeting Meme

[loveshernerds]

The First Meeting Meme

Rules:
01. Post your character, fandom and preference.
02. Go to RNG, roll and tag others.  Since this is a first meeting meme, tag characters your character has never met.  If you’re tagging characters you already RP with, then it defeats the purpose of this meme

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Jake Dallas | OC | OTA

[thatsnotmygun]

I'm thinking 6 with a twist?

[notbrkenyet]

[ooc: Cat is a vampire hunter, so, maybe she's been brought in as a consultant for Jake's squad since they're tracking a vampire?]

[thatsnotmygun]

Another day, another dollar. Or for Jake, another nick, cut, or scar to add to his growing collection. True, most of them healed up quickly and with little to show for it, but he had a few doozies that, if he was so inclined, he could whip out and play the 'mine's bigger and this is how I got it' game. Fortunately for him, he didn't need to rattle on about his booboos to assert his masculinity. And, unlike most of his squad, he wasn't bitching and whining about the fact that a woman had been brought in to consult for them on a case.

As far as Jake was concerned, if you could do the job, he didn't care what was or wasn't in your pants. If you had his back, he had yours. Besides, he had yet to meet the consultant that did more than talk.

Before the briefing, Jake puttered into the station's breakroom, looking for a cup of the petrified sludge they had the balls to call coffee. Coffee wasn't supposed to have a texture. He frowned down at his cup, wondering how much whitener and sugar he'd have to dump in it to make it palatable.

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[notbrkenyet]

Consultant work wasn't something Cat did on a regular basis but this was a case she hadn't been able to turn down. The fact that most of the team didn't like her being there didn't phase her at all. She was there to help catch a vampire, not to make friends. Besides, when they saw her in action, all those complaints usually went out the window.

She'd been sitting in the breakroom with her own cup of coffee, one she'd been wise enough to buy on her way over. Her gaze went from the screen of her phone to look at the man who entered.

A slight smirk appeared on her face as she watched him stare down his coffee. "Frowning at it isn't going to make it taste any better."

[thatsnotmygun]

"A man can dream," he sighed, dumping an obscene amount of whitener and sugar in it anyway. He could feel the bitterness in the back of his jaw as he took a sip, grimacing at the taste. His eyes went to her cup, one clearly from outside the precinct and he gave it an envious look. If he'd had the time...

From the way she sat as though she was supposed to be there and the fact that he didn't know her, he put two and two together and came up with 'consultant'. Coming over, he held out a hand to her, an easy smile on his face. "You the consultant? I'm Dallas."

He'd reserve judgment on her skills until after he saw them, but he doubted the department would fork out for a fraud.

[notbrkenyet]

"That he can." And she felt his pain as she watched him put an obscene amount of sugar and cream into his coffee. It had been her experience that most work places never supplied good coffee, which was insane considering it's what kept most people sane.

"Yes, I am. It's good to meet you, Dallas. I'm Catherine." She shook his hand readily, a polite smile taking the place of her earlier smirk.

[thatsnotmygun]

Precincts were the worst when it came to burned and syrupy coffee. You got one or the other, sometimes both, and you either sucked it up and dealt with it or went without until you could snag a few minutes to grab one somewhere else. Most went with the precinct coffee since shitty coffee was better than no coffee.

"Nice to meet you too, Catherine. So, you a vamp consultant or a general supe consultant?"

[notbrkenyet]

"I specialize in vampires. I've been hunting them for sixteen years. Although, I have had contact with other supernatural creatures. A few werewolves, a shape shifting panther." She gave a causal shrug before taking another sip of her coffee.

Cat had been approached before by covert teams that handled supernatural threats but she knew she wasn't suited for such a life. She liked to operate by her own rules and she didn't have time for protocol and ethics. However, she never saw the harm in lending her expertise on a freelance basis.

[thatsnotmygun]

"What's your take on the legit supes?" The ones that fit in with all the humans and tried to live a normal life with whatever hand had been given them.

Jake's was 'live and let live'. He wasn't the kind to hate on principle. Hell, he didn't even hate the ones he had to take down. He preferred capture, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that was how it would go every time. Some just had a bad deal and hadn't been given any option. Jake thought everyone deserved at least one chance.

[notbrkenyet]

Cat stilled for a moment at his question before she raised a brow, a cold look in her eyes. "There is no such thing as a legit vampire. I haven't met one yet that didn't relapse and go back to feeding. They can't be normal, their very survival is based on killing."

She was biased and while she didn't see the world in black and white, she did vampires. There was no gray area when it came to the creatures. Cat shot fist and didn't ask any questions later. She didn't capture, she only killed and didn't think a second thought about it. That was one reason why she didn't do much consulting. Most agencies preferred capture over killing and it always left a sour taste in her mouth.

[thatsnotmygun]

"Let me guess, your consulting's going to be to kill everything with fangs, right?" He couldn't judge her for it; he'd run into a lot of people that had lost everything because of something supernatural. They were entitled to their rage and pain. He just couldn't find it in him to join them.

[notbrkenyet]

"What do I when I consult and what I do when I hunt are two different things. I don't bring my personal bias along when I'm brought in to be a consultant. I give facts, help come up with a strategy, and then my work is done if I don't need to go out into the field. This isn't my show and I don't make the calls."

Cat knew better than to bring her personal war into her consultant work. She'd done so one time when she was younger and it had ended very badly. So, she kept her feelings in check and was all business.

[thatsnotmygun]

"That's a relief to hear." And it was. He hated working with people that were prejudiced against the things they dealt with. He'd seen people take advantage of that to take a little revenge or dish out aggression to supes that hadn't needed it.

"What's your strategy with this case?"

[notbrkenyet]

"Well, I haven't been given all the details just yet, but it's going to be a tough one. The vampire itself isn't the problem, it's the coven it belongs to. I've hunted them for years and it never seems to slow them down. So, anytime you hunt one, you're basically hunting them all."

Cat took another sip of her coffee as a frown appeared on her face. The fact the target was from that coven was why she had signed on. Being a solo hunter, she never had the resources to take down vampires from that coven, but this task force, they did have the resources. She'd do more good in helping them than trying to do it on her own.

[thatsnotmygun]

"We've taken down covens before. What's so special about this one?" He was genuinely curious. Not that a coven was anything to laugh at, because it wasn't. That many vampires nesting together was never a good thing. But it was hardly a worse case scenario to him.

08. Because. I can so see it happening at some point. Also, hi.

[hollowfanged]

[ooc: couldn't resist. ^^ PS: I can html also. ><]

"Well, this is just great." The vampire paced, back and forth, back and forth. "Brilliant." With every turn he snarled, irked beyond measure. Granted, it'd been his own fault; if he hadn't shoved the damned security guard's head through the glass window, they probably wouldn't have been "held for questioning". God, the Old Man was going to toss a bitch fit.

Nevertheless, Ethan's temper was up; it'd be a piece of cake to rip out of here, kick down the iron doors in the way and vanish, but that didn't really do much for the term "discretion". But he couldn't stop pacing, nervous energy had a hold and to make things worse, his stomach was growling. Loudly, in his ears.