[Hunt #1] Down the Rabbit Hole
[Action 1 | 1666 Nelson Street]
[The light streaming through the window barely made the sleeping man budge, his face planted against the pillow as he lay on his stomach. Sleeping through most of the day was something that Hannibal had become accustomed to after his stint with the Talos family and his current night job. There were a few days he had been up before noon when work required that a run for the Familiars was needed. Hannibal had forgotten what it was almost like to be out in the sun except for those few times and when he actually saw it rise. Thankfully he didn't burn as easily as he had done before, but that still didn't keep him from sleeping through the day.
When he felt the jolting of someone else on the bed he groaned totally unaware that his left hand had fallen to the floor and dangled lightly against a surface he wasn't familiar with. Hannibal could hear the giggles of a little girl intent on trying to pull him from his slumber as he slowly started to wake up.] Ugh... Zo... just a little bit longer okay? Don't eat all the horseshoe marshmallows without me.
Silly, Daddy. My name's not Zoe!
[Instantly Hannibal was awake sitting up and out of that bed faster than a cat on a hot tin roof. He stumbled backwards hitting the floor in a rush as half the covers came with him giving him the first real look at a room that wasn't his. Or clothing. Or, what the hell, even the pictures on the pieces of furniture in the room. Raising his right hand he pointed at the confused child clearly unafraid to open his mouth.] What the fuck?! What the fuck>!
[Action 2 | Somewhere in town]
[It had taken Hannibal King a good hour to convince the woman who swore up and down he was married to that he was, in fact, quite a single man and had no kids that he was aware of. Not to mention it took an even longer time to convince the overly bright as well as way to chipper woman that he was in fact not hungry at all. With his hands crammed deep within his jacket pockets the man walked half hunched over clearly not amused with anything that was going on. Hell not even his clothing was there! Just... some other man's retro wardrobe like he was stuck in the time warp or something! Not even his pistols were there or the Bone Jack. What was he supposed to do if a shit ton of vampires decided to show up? Stab them with a spoon or turn Ms Stepford zombie woman on them?
Like that would go over well. Oh here is you a free meal of someone that will gladly smile and thank you for draining them of whatever it was they ran on! Pfft. Fuckers.
People greeted him as he passed by name which worried him more than anything. Hannibal King was presumed dead by most people outside the Nighstalkers. This was more than just a little fucking weird. Taking a corner he barely seemed to notice he was running headlong in to someone or past someone. King was just to focused on trying to figure out what sort of joke this was being played on them to notice until it was to late.]
[The light streaming through the window barely made the sleeping man budge, his face planted against the pillow as he lay on his stomach. Sleeping through most of the day was something that Hannibal had become accustomed to after his stint with the Talos family and his current night job. There were a few days he had been up before noon when work required that a run for the Familiars was needed. Hannibal had forgotten what it was almost like to be out in the sun except for those few times and when he actually saw it rise. Thankfully he didn't burn as easily as he had done before, but that still didn't keep him from sleeping through the day.
When he felt the jolting of someone else on the bed he groaned totally unaware that his left hand had fallen to the floor and dangled lightly against a surface he wasn't familiar with. Hannibal could hear the giggles of a little girl intent on trying to pull him from his slumber as he slowly started to wake up.] Ugh... Zo... just a little bit longer okay? Don't eat all the horseshoe marshmallows without me.
Silly, Daddy. My name's not Zoe!
[Instantly Hannibal was awake sitting up and out of that bed faster than a cat on a hot tin roof. He stumbled backwards hitting the floor in a rush as half the covers came with him giving him the first real look at a room that wasn't his. Or clothing. Or, what the hell, even the pictures on the pieces of furniture in the room. Raising his right hand he pointed at the confused child clearly unafraid to open his mouth.] What the fuck?! What the fuck>!
[Action 2 | Somewhere in town]
[It had taken Hannibal King a good hour to convince the woman who swore up and down he was married to that he was, in fact, quite a single man and had no kids that he was aware of. Not to mention it took an even longer time to convince the overly bright as well as way to chipper woman that he was in fact not hungry at all. With his hands crammed deep within his jacket pockets the man walked half hunched over clearly not amused with anything that was going on. Hell not even his clothing was there! Just... some other man's retro wardrobe like he was stuck in the time warp or something! Not even his pistols were there or the Bone Jack. What was he supposed to do if a shit ton of vampires decided to show up? Stab them with a spoon or turn Ms Stepford zombie woman on them?
Like that would go over well. Oh here is you a free meal of someone that will gladly smile and thank you for draining them of whatever it was they ran on! Pfft. Fuckers.
People greeted him as he passed by name which worried him more than anything. Hannibal King was presumed dead by most people outside the Nighstalkers. This was more than just a little fucking weird. Taking a corner he barely seemed to notice he was running headlong in to someone or past someone. King was just to focused on trying to figure out what sort of joke this was being played on them to notice until it was to late.]