OPEN LOG; all the cool kids are doing it.

[rudolphofvamps]

Who: Spike & YOU 8D
When: Sunday (June 5) night
Where: Outside Club 24/Roaming the streets
Summary: Spike gets off from his second night of work to go monster hunting

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[imperils]

[ a viscous ( and vicious ) splat comes from around the corner, followed by silence. Bernkastel is there, almost backed up against a wall smeared with thick dark blood, surrounded by the corpse of a Battlesoul Hound. It looks like it was slit across the throat and down the bellies by something very sharp, and the entrails tumbled around it are already adding a foul steam of stench to the night air. As for Bernkastel herself... there's not a drop of blood on her dress.

She toes the gash of the beast with one shoe, opening it slightly wider as if for a better look. She glances up when she hears the sound of footsteps, but she makes no move. A resident of this city... is hardly something she needs to fear right now. ]

[rudolphofvamps]

[It's hard not to be surprised, but he tries not to let that show on his face, approaching what looks to be a little girl. But if she did that to a monster, Spike knows she's anything but. Still, better to give her the benefit, something like it anyway.]

You alright? [he asks, stepping a little closer, but still definitely keeping his distance.]

[imperils]

I'm fine.

[ she steps around the corpse, picking her path carefully to avoid stepping in the hound's guts. It's already something forgotten. She looks at the man, sizing him up. There's something different marking him from a typical human, but she can consider that later. ]

Did the rest of the pack go by you...? I didn't see where they ran off to.

[rudolphofvamps]

Not from that way. [He points back the way he came. Hell Hounds. Just what he needed.]

[imperils]

[ she gazes in that direction, then exhales. No disappointment, no irritation. ]

I see. I wonder if they'll bring more of their kind with them, if they come back...

[rudolphofvamps]

Yeah, let's hope not. [Or hope so? he doesn't even know anymore. This whole thing is giving him a bad taste.] You probably scared 'em off anyway. [Gestures vaguely to the bits of hound she left on the pavement.]

[imperils]

Maybe. It's a shame. [ though she doesn't say anything about why exactly it might be so. ] In the case that they do, you might want to leave, if you're not looking forward to fighting them.

[rudolphofvamps]

Don't mind sticking it to a few dogs. [He shrugs like it doesn't matter either way. He's rather fight a ~real~ monster but he feels obligated to stick by her even if she can clearly take care of herself.]

[imperils]

[ she fixes him with a long stare, and then she shrugs too, turning away as if to say "suit yourself" or perhaps "it's your funeral" if that sentiment can be somehow scraped out of her blank eyes. She starts to walk down the street, listening for the shambling lope of the Hounds, her own steps light and cautious. ]

[rudolphofvamps]

Right. [He walks in silence with her, his own senses trained on the street ahead. He smells dog but it's impossible to know where it's coming from, or if it's merely residual, still hanging on the girl's clothes.]

Where'd you learn to fight like that?

[imperils]

[ her pace is easy, steady - walking with, in front of, behind someone is somewhat irrelevant. Bernkastel isn't one to seek out companionship in a place where death and destruction is more common, but she does find something interesting in people who do. ]

Nowhere. But, you learn quickly when there's pests around.

[ It's not exactly a lie, at least not in her eyes. Useless people... really are just pests in the end. ]

[rudolphofvamps]

[He notes the word 'pest' but doesn't comment, shrugging some.]

Imagine you would, though enough people around here just stay indoors. Once sirens hit.

[imperils]

[ she glances at him. ]

Then, why are you here? Are you cleansing the streets of monsters out of the goodness of your heart...?

[rudolphofvamps]

You got it, luv. My dusty unbeatin' heart.

That and it gets a bit restless, indoors at night.

[imperils]

Hmm.

[ a sound containing nothing and meaning just as little. If he had admitted to being a ghost rather than a glorified corpse, it might have drawn more from her - but not much more. It was like he said, wasn't it...? Not surprising at all. Those who should, by all rights, have been dead and rotting were instead walking around... would chase after life with more enthusiasm than when they had been alive.

Lesser witches - humans who by all rights would have never reached the level of "witch" without help or "magic" - were much the same.

But, if he wants to stick with her... well, it would be entertaining to see if he can really "live."

And, as if one cue, the faint sound of a small bell rings out somewhere up ahead, drawing closer and closer. A black streak tears past Bernkastel, tiny paws furious against the asphalt, one of the cats she conjured up to follow the Hounds when she glimpsed them running away. Surely enough, behind that - comes the sound of snarls and coarse barks as the two Hounds left in that pack come rushing

[rudolphofvamps]

[He's already settling into stance, taking an unneeded breath. He bloody hates hellhounds.]

They might just come true?