[Thread] ' ' I beg to differ, make me an offer ' '

[death_chameleon]

Characters: Edward, Open
Where: graveyard
When: from sundown to sunrise
Summary: Edward's bored because, quite frankly, his life much more exciting back home--with lots of death. So he's wandering, possibly looking for a fight.
Warnings: Um. Yes. Maybe. Depends on who he meets.

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Here, have a demon~

[threeyedflame]

Hiei wasn't a vampire, but she was a demon. She was rather bored and had nothing better to do than wander around the compound. She was cloaked like usual, and it was hard to tell where the cloak ended and the shadows began. She had no destination in mind and didn't even realize that she had made it to the cemetery when she paused to look around.

"Hnn." She shook her head a bit and continued to wander, not noticing Edward a short distance away.

[death_chameleon]

Edward wasn't quite so oblivious of his surroundings. He spotted the shadowy figure easily as it wandered nearby. He froze in place, keeping still to keep his dark-clad form from giving itself away by movement. His eyes narrowed as he stared. He couldn't place the power, but it was obvious that whatever the shadow was it wasn't human--not with the way it moved and the cloak hid it so naturally. He could almost feel that odd "other" presence around him. He was used to that vague feeling that kept him alive in his line of work.

[threeyedflame]

Hiei paused, finally noticing that someone else was there. She closed her eyes for a moment before turning her red eyes to look at him. She continued to walk for a few more minutes before looking up at an old tree that had several headstones around it. She said nothing as she jumped up into the lower branches with ease and then found a comfortable spot to sit.

[death_chameleon]

The red eyes really got his attention. Now he was dead certain the figure was preternatural in nature. He moved towards the tree with a fluidity of his own and stopped a few yards from the branch. He fingered his cuffed detachedly for a moment before glancing back up at the figure in the tree. His expression was a deadpan neutral that was eerily serious and utterly blank at the same time. It was as if he had no emotions, no soul at the moment.

"What are you?" he asked bluntly. He only refrained from attacking immediately due to the restrictions of this place.

[powerfulbeauty]

While he wasn't alone in the graveyard that evening, it wasn't a vampire that stalked through the area, but a cat. Admittedly, it was much bigger than your average housecat should ever be, but looked to be nothing amazing once one got past that detail.

She paused her pacing to regard Edward with a curious, feral stare, perhaps wondering what he was doing in the graveyard, though it was difficult to read feline expression. There was nothing immediately aggressive about the beast, disappointingly enough. She simply stood, great head turned towards the man, and watched in silence, waiting to see if he was going to do anything interesting.

[death_chameleon]

The fact that he had never patrolled an area quite like this made his actions seem lackluster and vaguely bored in appearance. The fact that he was a natural born hunter kept his senses sharp however.

He glanced over at the large cat idly. The beast didn't even register as odd to him, even its size. Frankly, when you lived in a place where house cats sometimes mated with wild felines such as bob cats, it wasn't all that odd to find a plain cat that was larger than usual. He ignored it for now, seeing as it was no threat, and continued his carefree walk through the cemetery.

Admittedly, Edward figured there was something up with the cat. He hadn't seen any other animals in the area since arriving. Nothing that wasn't preternatural in nature that is.

[powerfulbeauty]

If he had a sense for it, there would certainly be something obviously other about the creature. Hard to place, but perhaps it was the unusual intelligence that few wild animals seemed to possess, or simply a faint indicator of what made it deserving enough to be in this battleground to begin with.

Though Edward payed her little mind, she would follow at a reasonable distance; just far enough to keep up and watch, but far back enough so as not to appear menacing or ill of intent. Bored though he looked, no one came to a cemetery to just wander about and check out the mold growing on the headstones. It was suspicious, though just enough so to warrant a closer look.

[death_chameleon]

Edward wasn't really in the mood for games tonight. He had had enough with just sitting around and wandering when something real would present itself. But these damn cuffs...! They prevented him from seeking out his own thrills only too readily.

Suddenly the assassin was in rapid movement. He ran a few steps to the nearest stone and spun around on his heel quickly. He may not have been as fast as a supernatural creature, but he was pretty impressive in his own right. One second he was walking along idly--the next his black trench was flaring out behind him and before the eyes could properly adjust from the distracting movement the handsome young man was ever-so-casually seated a top the tombstone with one leg crossed over the other. In his hand, easily overlooked by its unusual casualness, a black pistol sat pointed directly at the cat.

"Here, kitty, kitty," he cooed gently.