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fluxscape2021-07-15 03:10 am
bargain_batman) wrote in fluxscape2021-07-15 03:10 am
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OPEN - Oh, yes I can make it now the pain is gone
Who: Diego Hargreeves & OTA
Where: Streets of Haven at night, Pour Judgment, Phoenix Rising
When: Current
What: Catch all
Warnings: Possible language. Will update.
Haven at night, in the shadows
If you see a figure in the dark, dressed all in black to include a mask over his eyes, it’s Diego silently keeping an eye out for anyone in trouble and maybe also checking that he somehow hadn’t missed a familiar face from home. He didn’t talk about the latter or really the former. It might have been mentioned to a few people that he behaved in a similar fashion before arriving in Haven. Old dog, old tricks.
He was happy the glitching had stopped but not because of the pain ending or return of his powers. The memories he'd seen of others meant they had seen some of his. Diego didn't like feeling vulnerable but there was no hiding how certain memories affected him. It was the reason why he avoided connections since arriving, they couldn't be used against him.
Pour Judgment
Security for thebar club, Diego mostly remains in the dark corners with a clear line of sight throughout the establishment. He keeps a watchful eye that anyone isn’t committing any wrongdoing. Nobody can drink who isn’t of age, take anything out of the tip jar who isn’t a bartender, harass other customers or deface the property.
Those who attempt the above find themselves suddenly nailed to the bar top (or another solid surface) with one of his many throwing knives. Or those in reach who get handsy will be on the receiving end of quick hands or feet that deter the behavior and eventually tosses the aggressor out. “Next time, it won’t be with all your fingers intact!”
His body is his temple so he won’t be found having a drink but maybe in the place when not on the clock. Far from Mr Congeniality, Diego didn’t necessarily have friends at work but he’d have conversations from time to time. Maybe even with a patron under the right circumstances.
Phoenix Rising (The Metroplex)
One of the few places that Diego wouldn’t be in long sleeves and pants but he still might be dressed all in black when training or working at Phoenix Rising. Not the most patient instructor but also not the worst? Eh, maybe the worst.
His mindset is that mixed martial arts isn’t for beginners so the students need to be pushed. He still falls in line with the rules of not advocating no mercy or striking first should he actually have any students.
However, he wouldn’t be above heckling another instructor when they aren’t with a student. “Are you at prom or trying to fight?” said by someone who never actually went to a prom. Maybe it’s a taunt from the sidelines or while sparring. Someone knock that smug look off of his face.
Where: Streets of Haven at night, Pour Judgment, Phoenix Rising
When: Current
What: Catch all
Warnings: Possible language. Will update.
Haven at night, in the shadows
If you see a figure in the dark, dressed all in black to include a mask over his eyes, it’s Diego silently keeping an eye out for anyone in trouble and maybe also checking that he somehow hadn’t missed a familiar face from home. He didn’t talk about the latter or really the former. It might have been mentioned to a few people that he behaved in a similar fashion before arriving in Haven. Old dog, old tricks.
He was happy the glitching had stopped but not because of the pain ending or return of his powers. The memories he'd seen of others meant they had seen some of his. Diego didn't like feeling vulnerable but there was no hiding how certain memories affected him. It was the reason why he avoided connections since arriving, they couldn't be used against him.
Pour Judgment
Security for the
Those who attempt the above find themselves suddenly nailed to the bar top (or another solid surface) with one of his many throwing knives. Or those in reach who get handsy will be on the receiving end of quick hands or feet that deter the behavior and eventually tosses the aggressor out. “Next time, it won’t be with all your fingers intact!”
His body is his temple so he won’t be found having a drink but maybe in the place when not on the clock. Far from Mr Congeniality, Diego didn’t necessarily have friends at work but he’d have conversations from time to time. Maybe even with a patron under the right circumstances.
Phoenix Rising (The Metroplex)
One of the few places that Diego wouldn’t be in long sleeves and pants but he still might be dressed all in black when training or working at Phoenix Rising. Not the most patient instructor but also not the worst? Eh, maybe the worst.
His mindset is that mixed martial arts isn’t for beginners so the students need to be pushed. He still falls in line with the rules of not advocating no mercy or striking first should he actually have any students.
However, he wouldn’t be above heckling another instructor when they aren’t with a student. “Are you at prom or trying to fight?” said by someone who never actually went to a prom. Maybe it’s a taunt from the sidelines or while sparring. Someone knock that smug look off of his face.
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However, his life wasn't anything Diego would ever label as 'nice'. "If you called getting bought from your parent as nice, sure. It was."
And then she talked about a werewolf pack. "Let me guess, the tree over there who serves drinks and looks at you as if the sun and moon only rises in your direction is one." The thought made him shudder internally. Shadow would really be a lot like Luther if he was a wolf.
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Then she glanced towards Shadow, her features relaxing as she moved past that little bit of strangeness with a chuckle. "No, he most definitely is not a werewolf. Not that there would be anything wrong with that but he's not."
She wondered briefly what he would think if he knew what Shadow was but she didn't say it.
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Shadow wasn't a werewolf. Huh. A part of Diego wondered if Lydia would actually tell him but then why even mention a werewolf pack if she wasn't going to tell him about it. "So what are you two, familiars? Regular people who hang out with werewolves?" he asked with his limited knowledge of classic monsters.
Nothing surprised him in Haven anymore. She seemed comfortable holding a conversation with him and Diego appreciated it.
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She could have clarified things more for Diego then, she knew that, but she merely chuckled when Diego asked if they were familiars. Which would have been preferable to what she was in some ways. "Shadow had only met the pack a little while ago. So he's still getting used to them."
"I'm a Banshee," Which still felt odd to say out loud to someone who didn't know her and she watched him closely to see what his reaction to that would be.
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He made her laugh as well, attempting to understand what non-werewolves did in a werewolf pack. There was a little surprise on his face when Lydia told him that Shadow was new to her pack. More surprise when she confessed being a banshee. Diego didn't hide his confusion.
"You can scream like one or you're the actual fairy?" he immediately asked with no question that she was being honest.
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"I'm not a fairy," She replied though she didn't sound so sure about that. "But the other thing I have been called is the Wailing Woman. And yes, I do scream."
There was more to it than that but she didn't feel like giving him a complete rundown of her powers or explaining that she was a harbinger of Death. People tended to get a little uncomfortable about things like that, and she didn't want him to feel that way. Especially if he freaked out and Shadow noticed which would make her boyfriend irritated since he didn't like anyone upsetting her.