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[vampycabanaboy]

[ OOM: Unlike Blade's line of thinking, the Nightstalkers are more than just a bunch of Saturday Morning rejects.]So far everything was rolling in the right direction. Not necessarily the path that everyone on the team was hoping for, but at least the ball hadn't wavered out of court quite yet. The escape from the police station with Blade in tow

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[hadyougoing]

At this point in the evening, Ava has not found any buried treasure at the New Year's Eve party on the ghost ship. She has, however, found more of that piratey rum.

So she has a bounce in her step as well! It's just a tipsier one.

"Hey!" She flags Hannibal down with a pleasant wave. "Can I ask you a question?"

[vampycabanaboy]

King was just managing to get the last of his items on the table, his mouth still occupied by the food between his lips. He hadn't expected anyone to pay him much attention let alone bounce over to where he was at. Removing the sandwich quickly while trying to ignore the rise of color on his neck he cleared his throat. "Sure I guess. As long as it's an easy question because right now my mind is almost literally mush."

But he is eying that rum though. New Years Party what? It was barely even winter out his door!

[hadyougoing]

"This question is super easy," Ava assures him, holding up her non-rum-holding hand in a placating gesture, as if to demonstrate its easiness.

"Would you want Christmas cookies shaped like monsters in a peppermint-stripe tin, a paper box wrapped in Santa wrapping paper, or a clear bag with pretty ribbon?"

[vampycabanaboy]

Oh and she called that an easy question! King, like Zoe, was a sweets addicted person. If he didn't have his daily sugar fix he was in for withdrawal symptoms. For a moment he simply stared at the woman before grinning wide and actually laughing a little. "First off, monster shaped Christmas cookies is the best idea ever. Tin is easier to get in to because paper leaves a trail. Not to mention it, like the bags, rustle, so having the tin to play Cookie Ninja with is much better."

Not that Hannibal has ever actually considered or done all this before.

Canting his head a little he grinned at the woman. "Plastic containers that aren't traps work too."

[hadyougoing]

Ava beams.

"Right? Aren't they the best idea ever? That's probably why it took me so long to think of it. Also, tins and plastic containers are reusable, so that's a plus." She sits down without asking, though without running afoul of any of Hannibal's belongings. "What's Cookie Ninja?"

[vampycabanaboy]

"What you have to be when you live around the people I do. An eight year old with a sweet tooth just as bad as mine, her mom, a nerd techie, a bad ass driver, and a hellion- I'll let you do the math." Honestly Abby was the worst when it came to King sneaking sweets. He didn't understand why though! King was always quick to share... and just as quick to put the items back up when she caught him. Five years of not having the taste for the stuff should have gotten her off his ass about it. Apparently not

[hadyougoing]

Ava laughs, surprised by the recitation-- especially because not everybody in life gets the descriptor hellion.

Hey, it takes all types!

"That sounds like a very useful skill," she says. "These cookies are just from store-bought dough, though-- all I've got is my demon-shaped cookie cutters and plucky determination."

[vampycabanaboy]

Hannibal grinned wide as he ploped down in to his seat of choice. It felt good to sit down finally after spending most of the day on his feet or on the run. Reaching out for his beer again the man simply gave the woman a mischievous little wink. "Of course it works with other things too. Just mentioning being a Cookie Ninja does get the conversation started with the pretty girls though."

"Now see- I don't know anyone that has demon-shaped cookie cutters. General holiday ones yeah, but nothing like that." Then he paused to take a drink from the bottle before he continued. "I mean the cheesy Halloween ones that cartoon even the basic of supernatural beings don't hold up nothing to those."

[hadyougoing]

Ava's eyes widen a little at the words 'pretty girls,' and ... she snorts, a bit, though in a genial kind of way.

"I got them at the mall," Ava says apologetically, before realizing that maybe not all normal, non-hell-dimension malls stock realistic demon-shaped cookie cutters. She'll chalk it up to different worlds!

"The cheesy Halloween ones kind of have their own charm, though," she adds, wistful. "I miss Santa cookies."

Then she could pretend she was eating that jerk who gave her a broken teaspoon.

[vampycabanaboy]

"Oh the mall huh? Well if I ever manage to have a life outside of work I'll have to check and see if my local hangout spot has anything as spiffy as demon shaped cookie cutters." The idea of Hannibal even stepping foot in a mall was funnier than anything else in the world. He hadn't been to a mall since he was a teen- and that he didn't want to think about. For starters he was kind of a jerk in high school.

Eying his sandwich he finally leaned over to pick it up finding that his growling stomach was not going to deny its existence any longer. "If I can remember correctly, and it's been a while since I've been here, Bar could possibly help you out with the Santa cookie bit."

[hadyougoing]

"That's true!" Ava is very enthusiastic about this possibility.

"Actually, because I basically live here, I do know that Bar has just about everything you could ever think of." She smiles faintly. "Uh. But sometimes I forget things exist. So I can't think of them. And then other times ..."

Ava pauses, shrugging. She looks a little awkward.

"Bar may be awesome, but it's, you know ... not the same."

[vampycabanaboy]

Nodding his head in agreement, King glanced towards Bar then back to the woman. "You basically live here? Is that even possible?" Sure his first few days he had stayed here, but living? He didn't even think that was possible. Canting his head a little he studied the woman carefully before lightly rolling his shoulders. Awkard? Maybe a little.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't expect her to have everything in whatever space she finds it all in." King started to grin wide trying to get the woman past that little awkward part. Reaching across the table after wiping his hand off and offering it to her. "Name's King. Hannibal King."

[hadyougoing]

Ava smiles, taking his hand and shaking. Her grip's not any firmer or stronger than you'd expect of a girl her size.

"Nice to meet you," she says, "I'm Ava Wilson."

A grin. "That's pretty secret-agent of you, the whole last name first thing." Pause. She eyeballs his assortment of stuff. "... Are you a secret agent?"

[vampycabanaboy]

"Well- most people find it easier to yell and cuss at me if they just use King instead of Hannibal." Which was the truth unless you were Danica Talos. Then it was his entire name with a few choice words thrown in the middle. King didn't mind it though. If people in that line of work were cursing his existence then he was doing something right. "It's nice to meet you, Ava."

When she eyed his assortment of cases, computer, and stuff he had with him he simply rolled his shoulders. "Not... really? I'm a Hunter. Vampires mostly- werewolves on the side and stuff like that." Then he paused carefully studying her about ready to think she was going to call bullshit on him. "No James Bond skits going on in my book I'm afraid."