He's a good time cowboy casanova leaning up against the record machine.

[godofcologne]

Characters: godofcologne and OPEN!
When: All day November 7th
Where: Around Adstringendum, walking into various stores, walking out of buildings. He's exploring, so feel free to pick any place to hit him up around.
Rating: PG-13 for humour, innuendo, and suggestive behaviors, aka PG-13 for Thomas.
Summary: Ignoring his PCD after an incident out in the Wastes,

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[golden_hawke]

Hawke was out in the buildings as well, foraging for some resources for the winter. There wasn't too much more left to do other than to reinforce the walls of his home and obtain more materials for hide frames and wind breaks.

He was wearing little, which was normal for him. There was one shoulder bag, one waist cloth, sandals, and a cloak was wound about his shoulders to keep some of the chill at bay. The only form of protection that he had that could be used was his black stone knife that hung from a belt on his waist.

[godofcologne]

A paper-wrapped package under his arm, Thomas stepped out of a dilapidated store, ducking back as he nearly walked into the cloaked figure crossing in front of him. "Careful, dollface, you're not the only--" he began before he recognized the young man he'd nearly walked into. "Well, hello, birdy."

[golden_hawke]

Hawke hadn't been expecting anyone to actually exit the buildings. He had been aware of living creatures around, but had assumed they were only animals. He'd only met Thomas through the PCD and so he didn't know him well.

The blond straightened, bowing slightly out of simple respect as he eyed the other carefully. "My sorrow. I was not expecting any person to be here." He still didn't like him using his sister's nick name, but he didn't bother to waist time to correct him.

[godofcologne]

There was really no better way to respond to that than a smirk, which was exactly what Thomas did. He eyed Hawke from head to toe and returned the bow with a flourish. "Neither was I, darling, but I think we can get over that."

[dogtagcollar]

There's something stalking dear old Thomas. He'll probably sense it sooner or later- a figure hiding just behind the last building, peeking around a clothing rack. Romulus was good, he was careful, but utterly incapable of looking nonchalant. Even when he turned away to look toward a book, when he pretended to browse a set of wares, Romulus wore the air of a soldier- shoulders stiff, eyes flicking back and forth, alert and focused always.

[godofcologne]

It took Thomas longer than normal to realize somebody was following him. Normally, it wouldn't have taken him long to notice a tail, but today he was too busy trying not to think about certain things, about losing control and dead bodies and Hunger, to pay attention. So it wasn't until he'd rounded the third corner that he noticed the person always at the edge of his field of vision, back ramrod straight. And Thomas, being Thomas, responded by ducking past a small shop and into a larger one, full of half-rusted, half broken things. A repair shop, maybe, and busied himself looking at something that looked like a wooden butter churn that stood behind the door, and waited for his mysterious tail to follow.

[dogtagcollar]

Romulus kept his calm- when Thomas entered the shop, he hesitated for a few moments, not wanting to appear to follow him too closely. But after several minutes without the other man emerging, his eyes narrowed slightly and he stepped inside, careful, alert.

At this distance, it was easy to smell the wilderness on him, the trees, the freshly cut wood, the blood from an animal he'd killed earlier- something not entirely human hung about Romulus, something old and wild.

[godofcologne]

Thomas' hand tightened on the wooden dash of the churn as the now-familiar form crossed the shop's threshold, and he forced himself to absolute, inhuman stillness. There were few things that marked members of the White Court of Vampires as something distinctly inhuman, but the ability to go so still that the sense of them even being was one of them.

He held himself thus for a count of ten, watching carefully. The faint metallic scent of blood caught Thomas' attention. Not fresh but recent enough to be noticeable, that marked the man who followed him as a fellow predator. When his mental clock hit ten, Thomas moved again, deliberately slow, deliberately casual, as if he'd simply been out of the way, in an easy to miss spot.

"You look familiar," he said lightly. "Have we met before?"

[makeitmemorable]

"There's not a whole lot out this way. I've checked."

It's Morgan addressing him from the doorway of a dilapidated building - not that that's a remarkable identifier, considering how desperately in-need of repair most of the buildings are there are - but he tilts his head to the side to rest it against the doorless frame as he observes him.

"Little cold to just be out and wondering around, isn't it?"

[godofcologne]

"That depends on what you're looking for," Thomas answered as he turned on his heel to the sound of the voice. His hand rested loosely on the hilt of the saber, but he seemed in no hurry to draw it.

"And cold is relative, darling."

[makeitmemorable]

"There was snow earlier," Morgan quipped back, lifting his hand and wiggling his fingers. They're pale, numb. "It's cold, objectively." He tipped his head forward, though, eyes on the saber.

"I'm not gonna attack. You can relax, if you want. Saw the way you chopped up the sandworm, and I'm not exactly in a hurry to let you recreate that scene with me."

[godofcologne]

Thomas shrugged again. Cold never bothered him; just another little thing that reminded him of how far from human he really was. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he drawled. Still, Thomas' hand never left the saber, but it was a familiar gesture, one born of long habit.

"Only thing that's objective is that it's freezing." He smirked. "Should I ask why you're hanging out out of doors then?"

[wingsandwill]

Castiel might be mortal, but he was still an angel; like other angels, he got restless. That was why, even though he really had no reason to be out, Castiel had gone for a walk despite the temperature.

His coat was warmer than it had been, thanks to Rei's work, but it was far too big for him and so wasn't the best at shielding him from the temperature. It was, however, great for concealing the two angel swords he carried, though.

[godofcologne]

Thomas was fast discovering that the shops in Adstringendum were in almost as poor a condition as the buildings themselves. A cobbled together mess, most of them falling apart or rusting through. He'd finally found a shop that carried guns, but the one the shopkeeper had shown him had barely been deserving of the name. It had probably been a musket in some long-ago former life. Currently, it was a pile of rust in the shape of a musket.

He'd shaken his head at the shopkeeper and left the shelter of the shop, irritated. The saber bounced lightly against his hip as he sidestepped Castiel. "Hello Spock," he said with a grin meant to be extremely irritating. "Out looking for your feelings?"

[wingsandwill]

"Feelings are intangible." He responded immediately, and the answer was dry enough it might've been almost clear that Castiel was being flippant with it. He hadn't meant Thomas in person yet, though it had been only a matter of time.

[godofcologne]

Castiel's answer made Thomas' lips twitch in an involuntary almost-smile. "Well, you found one of them, at least." He took a step back and studied the angel, eyebrows arching at the coat he wore. "Trying to blend in with the locals, darling?"

[capuletnomore]

Armed with the new "panic button" feature on her PCD and the sharpest kitchen knife tucked carefully into her gathering basket, Juliet had bundled up against the cold and decided today was the day she was going to face her fears and venture to the indoor marketplace on her own again. It had been months, and with winter approaching, she'd be a fool to let the memory of bad things keep her from gathering things she needed. Like more needles for her sewing, and more thread, if she could find it. She would keep to the areas with the strange lights, and keep a sharp eye out for any other people.

As she approached the marketplace, she caught sight of an unfamiliar person. Her grip tightened on her PCD, but she still managed a smile. He did not seem hostile, despite the sword at his waist.

[godofcologne]

Despite the fact that he had fed well too well, the Hunger was always aware of life, of prey, around him and the young woman walking nearby was no exception. He would have walked on by without a word, but she'd caught his eye and smiled.

He smiled back, curtly. "Hello, darling," he drawled as he neared.

[capuletnomore]

"Good day to you, good sir," she replied, stopping to curtsy as he came up to her. She was not certain that she liked being referred to by an endearment when they had not met before, but she would be polite. Perhaps the gentleman spoke this way as a habit.

"I am Juliet Montague. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[godofcologne]

He smiled at that, and returned her curtsy with a flourish and a bow. "The pleasure's all mine, Lady Montague," he answered, slipping seamlessly behind the courtier mask, though he made no move to reach for her hand. "Thomas Raith, at your service."