On the Prowl ((Open RP, Akabane, Lower Halls))

[babylonjackal]

A jackal knew its territory and kept watch over it to make sure others did not invade it. It wasn't anything conscious. It was a part of their nature to be territorial. They also preferred the edges between light and dark

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[anita_animator]

((set after she leaves Mercutio's sorting.))

Goddamn stairs. How did anyone manage to get around in this damn school? The whole Sorting process was odd enough, but now I couldn't even find my way to the Great Hall to get a cup of coffee. My day was just getting better and better.

I barely spotted him just ahead of me in the hallway. His movements were quick and graceful, which made me wonder if he was a shapeshifter. When he tapped the armor I spoke, "Doesn't exactly look comfortable, does it?"

[babylonjackal]

Akabane had been aware of someone approaching, but the tread had been the near-silent step of another hunter. He turned, touching the brim of his hat as he did. "It would not stop anyone," he replied, his voice cultured. "Or, rather, no one of any skill," he said.

[anita_animator]

I crossed my arms, feeling the reassuring pressure of my knives in their wrist sheaths and the Browning I wore under my jacket. Something about this guy screamed danger even if I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

"No," I agreed. "There are too many weak spots. Besides, it's heavy and noisy as hell. I could never understand why those were considered useful when you trade your mobility and quiet for something so cumbersome."

[babylonjackal]

Akabane shrugged. "Armorment and weaponry are merely a game to see which can overcome a lack of skill and practice," he said. He returned his hand to his pocket. "I believe the primary goal was to cause intimidation," he mused.

He looked at the woman who approached him. "We have not met," he said simply, though he did not yet offer a name.

[ringo_raver]

When all else fails, send in the shinigami.

"Hiiiiiii," Ryuk said, hanging upside down. "What are you doing?"

[babylonjackal]

"Ah, Ryuk," Akabane said conversationally. "It has been awhile." He brought up a hand and adjusted the brim of his hat.

[ringo_raver]

"You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing?" Ryuk chomped into an apple. While still upside down.

[babylonjackal]

"Exploring the halls," Akabane replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "To see if there is anything entertaining within them." He tapped the armor, listening to the suit ring. "So far..." he let the words trail off.

[ancient_adam]

Methos walked the lower halls of the school in silence, keeping to the swiftly lengthening shadows. It had been an unexpectedly amusing afternoon with Brienne and the Shoggies, but the ancient texts he had been translating for the angel had left him feeling restless. The old languages reminded him too much of the Horsemen, evoking memories of heat, blood and death and a time when they rode among the mortals as gods. He didn’t miss the wholesale slaughter that appealed to Kronos, but at times he missed the certainty of that existence, the clarity that could only be granted in the middle of battle.

He paused only for a moment as he saw Akabane stalking the corridors, considering the few suits of armor that stood in silence. Methos smirked and reached into his pocket. The bottlecap gleamed in the half light before he flicked it at Akabane’s back.

[babylonjackal]

The small noise of the bottle cap being launched was more than enough warning. A hunter in every respect of the word, Akabane had been aware of the small sounds made by footfalls, the sound of breathing and the beat of the heart. He turned, capturing the cap, continuing with the motion until he faced the suit of armor again, surveying the hall in the quick motion. The settling of his coat around his legs was the only sign of disturbance when he resumed his contemplation.

[ancient_adam]

His eyes glinting with dark amusement, Methos stepped from the shadows. He stood just off to Akabane’s left and nodded at the suit that had caught his attention. “I was surprised that the Crusades didn’t somehow break mortals of the idea that encasing yourself in metal was an ideal way to do battle.”

[babylonjackal]

"Even armor that is more suitable to movement is quite pointless. Weapons improve to penetrate the armor." He turned slightly, his hand coming up to his hat. "However, as each improve, they lose the element of flexibility and quick motion."