sometimes fortune smiles

Who: Hunt and Kayos
Where: Away
When: Far, far away

Hunt was bleeding - of that much he was definitely aware. He'd been trying to keep count of how many he'd downed. He'd counted them before he'd gone in. Taken a careful watch, but once the fight got underway, he'd lost track, plus none of it had actually gone as planned. The plan had been simple - a nest of vamps, six of them. He'd gone in armed, just after dusk. He would have liked to go in before nightfall, but even these days, that was difficult with people around. Hell, if they hadn't been in a city, he would have just torched the place at midday, having sealed up all the entrances. Didn't matter what type they were: vampires burned.

He'd been watching the place for days, figuring out how many they were, figuring out as much as he could about them. Not enough, as it happened. He'd wondered, as one of them had swiped claws into his upper arm whilst he shot the brains out of another, whether they'd spotted him watching - because there were more than any six here. And they'd jumped him before he could get into position. He should have brought backup, but his father had been injured in a fight in Kansas last month, and his mother had stayed with her husband, caring for him. So that meant Hunt was alone right now. It wasn't something that daunted him, until now, when for the first time in his life he felt truly outnumbered.

Kayos had been wandering the place. Mostly looking for a good place to set up camp for people, but she was distracted by the vampire infestation of it all. Because she'd seen a few. And there was a whole ruckus going on, and she quickly decided she needed a better vantage. So, she looked up the side of one of the taller buildings, picked an empty window--and then she was up there, opening said window and looking down and out at the street below.

And hey look at that shit. There were vamps flooding in from what looked like every crevice they could have jammed themselves into. Fucking vampires. She always hated vampires. They, to make an absolutely horrible pun--sucked. And dude down there was so going to go down. Sighing a little to herself, she concentrated. She pushed her will, so that right beneath him, there wasn't solid ground anymore. It dropped right into the apartment she'd zapped herself into. She tried to shut it before any vamps got in with him, though one dropped in as well. Which she took care of as fast as she could, disappearing the thing just outside the window she was at. It could deal with a good twenty storey drop. That'd fuck up it's day real good.

Hunt didn't have time to think - one moment he was being swarmed by vamps and having to face the actual possibility he wasn't going to make it through this one - and the next moment, he was falling. Which, considering he'd been standing on proper madeup road and all, was a feat all of its own. Usually the earth didn't actually open up and swallow you. Except, he hadn't been swallowed, he realised, as he hit ground once more and his left leg crumpled beneath him with the impact, sending him down onto one knee, the gun he'd been holding clattering out of his right hand and away, though he managed to keep hold of the knife he had in his off-hand. Even if his left arm was injured, he wasn't hurt enough for it to be completely useless. Of course, even if he'd been unarmed, he had more than a few tricks up his sleeve, but still, he kept hold of the knife. He liked that knife - he had a priest bless it on a regular basis, just to add that little extra kick. Not that it did shit against those vamps, but you never knew when you'd run into a demon or three.

Shifting the knife in his grip, he looked up as he saw the shape pass him to take out the apparently lone vampire near by. Well - this was definitely different. And different had Hunt on guard. He didn't like different.

She looked back at the guy, and saw blood. Lots of blood, really. She also saw a wicked knife. Right. Holding up her hands, she wiggled them to show him she wasn't pointing any weapons or anything. Not holding them, even. They weren't even cradled gently against her side. "You were about to get swarmed." she said. "I kinda...made you not there anymore. I mean, if you really want to go back, I can totally do that, but it'd really go against my principles." she told him. She paused another moment, then tried a light little quirked smile. "I come in peace?"

Hunt pushed himself to his feet, his eyes never leaving the woman. "Yeah, I know I was being swarmed. Fuckers must have known I was coming. So, just like that, you moved me - what are you?" he asked her, bluntly. He was aware of the fact she'd just saved his life, so he was willing to give her a certain amount of leeway, but the list of types he knew who could do what she'd just done was pretty damn short - and there was always the possibility of something new. He knew a fair lot about what was out there, but it'd been drummed into him as a small boy that no matter what you knew in life, never fall into the trap of thinking you knew it all, or one day you'd find out that you didn't - and in this life, that kind of a mistake would usually be fatal.

Kayos gave him a bit of a Look for that and she huffed. "Asking what someone is is kinda rude, mr. bleedypants." she told him. "I have a name, it's Kayos, and I happen to be adept at a few things...including teleportation..." she paused and stuck her head out the window again, looking down at the vampires. "...annnnd I think we should probably jump again unless you're feeling invincible." she said, glancing back at him before she waved out the window. "Hiiii! Yeah, you just growl like that! I'm scared!" she mocked them. "Woooo scared!" she wiggled her fingers again then ducked back in. "So...'invincible' or 'let's bounce'?"

"Might be rude, but it's relevant," Hunt retorted, returning her Look with an edge of mockery to it. "I like to know what I'm dealing with - because I'm not feeling invincible. Sue me, it's being a bad night." He shut the window with his right hand, thumbing the catch closed, and then headed over to collect his gun before gesturing at the door on the other side of the room, muttering a few words under his breath and sending it flying shut. "Should buy us enough time for you to answer my question - or do I have to ask nicely to stop you pouting like that?" he asked her.

"I dunno, pouting usually helps my chances." Kayos said automatically. Then she sighed. "Fine. Willworker. You're a hunter...of some description anyways, and can apparently make things move. But I didn't feel magic like mine, so either you're a psychic or a witch." she said. She knew her shit too. "Also a name would be cool. I mean, I can come up with a ton of random nicknames for you on the fly, but eventually I'll get strapped for creativity."

"Witch - and you can call me Hunt," he told her, since turnabout was fair play and what she'd told him fitted in with his list. He didn't have any reason not to trust her right now, and she had saved his life. "So, we bouncing then?" he asked her, giving her a smile that set his eyes twinkling whilst also managing to convey the message of 'see, that wasn't so hard there, was it?' - it also lifted his expression that was permanently marred by the crooked scar running diagonally across his left cheek.

She smiled back. Okay, that was better. "Yes, we are." she said, and she walked over to step up closer to him. She looked off to their left, and with another flex of her will, she opened up a tear in reality, a narrow portal to 'somewhere that's else'. In this case, one of her old set up boltholes. She knew she still had medical supplies there, and it wasn't used by anyone but her. Mostly because it was inaccessible. You could get in by teleportation if you knew exactly where the fuck you were going...otherwise you were fucked. "After you."

Hunt eyed the portal for a second and then walked through it, knife still in his offhand, his right going instinctively to rest on his gun, though he'd stowed that in the holster on his belt. All his other kit he'd left in his motel room, so he had to consider that lost. But it was out through the tear, or out through the vamps - Hunt knew he didn't have a whole lot of options, so he was going with the one provided to him by the girl who'd saved his life.

She zipped in behind him and with a faint flash of blue light, everything was dark for a moment. "T...lights, man." she said into said darkness, and a few moments later some flourescents flickered to life overhead. What they revealed was a place that was void of windows, had one wall that looked like a cave-in had happened, and oddities lined the shelves. A lot of them were toys in various stages of disrepair. There was a small freezer-chest, a mattress and box spring on the floor against one wall, and other odds and ends. Opening a standing metal cabinet, she pulled out a metal first aid kit that looked like it was military-grade...though 1940's military as opposed to current. "Want me to take a look at you?"

Hunt looked around, immediately checking for exits and seeing that there were none. Maybe the vamps would have been a better option after all. Too late now though, he was stuck here until little miss do-gooder let him go. May as well make the most of it. he turned round to her. "Unless you had something else in mind," he said, stowing his knife away at his side and beginning to strip his shirt off, peeling the cotton soaked with drying blood away from his skin and the bite wound there.

Kayos wrinkled her nose. "Not really. Though my plan didn't necessarily extend this far. More it was 'oh hey, that looks shitty. dude gonna die.' and I've been winging it since." she admitted, tone playful if deadpan enough that it was difficult to tell if she was kidding. Pulling out a chair, she pointed to it, and set the kit on the counter. "And some people get really weird about anyone patching them up. I've had macho assholes get all 'I can remove those claws from my middle back all by myself!' on me." she told him. "...mind you they were idiots."

Hunt glanced down at his wound and winced - it wasn't pretty. Mind you, he'd pulled the vamp's face away from his arm by the hair, ripping its jaws out with it - he hadn't been going for neat and clean at the time. "Eh, wouldn't be the first time I'd stitched myself up, and I had some poultices that would speed up the healing back at my motel - but I'm guessing that's out. You wanna tell me where we are... Kayos, you said? Cute name," he told her, glancing at her and turning enough that she could properly see the wound, not at all bothered for a moment about standing around shirtless.

"Sit." she told him. "And probably out, unless you can give me direct coordinates." she told him honestly. "I have local anesthetic though." she added. So the stitches she was going to need to give the guy wouldn't just be more pain to endure. "And thanks." she said, giving him a quick, bright smile at him saying her name was cute. "So...Hunt, which is cool, by the way. And accurate! So that works for you." she said. She also noticed that if it wasn't for that wicked scar on his face, Hunt would rate a 'damn' in the fine-o-meter. He was built, and if she was looking just at his profile...yeah. Nicely attractive.

"Local's good - always a bonus," he said, doing as he was told and sitting down. He'd gone through it before with just strong liquor to help, but it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience that he'd be queuing up to repeat or anything. "And yeah, accurate - and a coincidence. Family name," he explained, though he didn't add that he went by it because, in his opinion, his parents had been being particularly sadistic calling him 'Cameron' which he'd always despised.

"Is it short for Hunter?" she asked. She'd often wondered about people naming their kids that. But then again, people named their kids all kinds of wacky things. Her own name was fairly normal. Or, her first name anyways. She just never went by it, and the only one she allowed to call her that without getting a Look was Doc. Hell. Half the people she worked with didn't even know her name was Bridget. She crossed to a little sink, and let the water run for a few moments before she started to wet down a cloth so she could clean him up first before she started in on more owie-inducing activities.

Hunt chuckled a little. "No, it's not short for anything. Surname," he explained. He'd asked his parents once if they'd changed their names sometime in the past - chose 'Hunt' because of what they did, but his father had told him that it had just always been that way, though he did also admit that his family had always had a connection with hunters, so he couldn't rule it out entirely. Other than that, it was just a naming coincidence. "So, what were you doing tonight? Just randomly happened to be hanging out watching some guy go up against a nest, or was there a reason you were there?" he asked her.

"So what's your first name?" she asked curiously, mopping up the blood. There was a whole lot of it, that was for damn sure. and with a bite that ragged, it was going to scar no matter what. ...well. Not that that was going to top the one on his face or anything. "And I was looking for a place to set up. Like this place, kind of. Clearly, 'in vampire infested territory' wasn't my best plan ever. Think I'll be looking elsewhere." she said. "Well. Unless they can be cleared out. Which would be cool. They were rude, I don't like rude vampires. Really, I don't like vampires in general. They tend to be all high and mighty. Arrogant, in general. Not sure why, it's not like they're all that wicked cool or anything. I mean, can they draw electricity from the air? NoooooOOOoooo."

"Goes with the territory," Hunt said, in a tone that made it quite clear that he thought very little of vampires. "They get all wound up about that whole 'immortality' bullshit - personally, I like to show them just how wrong they are with that. Nothing lives forever." He paused and shrugged his right shoulder. "Course, there were only meant to be six of them," he allowed. He'd had a game plan - he always had a game plan when he was going in to be outnumbered. Six he could have taken, sticking to his plan. It was the rest that screwed him over. As for her question about his first name, well, he just ignored that.

She noticed he ignored the question, but didn't push it. It wasn't like she was offering up her own. So, fair enough. She was done with wiping up blood, and then got out the needle, measuring out some of the anesthetic she was going to give the guy. "Six. Much better odds than you had going on. Don't you just hate when the baddies up and change things up on you? It's just mean." she said, pausing to give him the injection. Then she sat back to wait, leaning back against the counter. "You work alone?" she asked him. Which really, she probably should have asked earlier. Though she imagined if he had a partner, he would have been squawking about getting them out too. Unless he was a total douche, that was.

"Not usually - but some of my team are down," Hunt explained, not even flinching at the needle, though lidocaine always stung like a fucking bitch. Worst part of stitches - though better than not getting the stuff at all. "So, right now, I'm without backup. You?" he asked her. He'd met enough loners in his time, but she seemed to be more sociable than that type usually were. Friendly, comparatively open - she seemed like a team player to him.

"Psh. No." she said, making a negligent little wave. "Safety in numbers. Plus, really awesome sanity in numbers. Seriously, I've met way too many Hunters who were the loner types who just went utterly batshit after a while. No real connection to humanity anymore, totally losing the idea of what's being fought for in the first place. Paranoid, twitchy bastards that probably at some point started thinking to themselves 'well, that last kill was probably something that deserved it' even if they weren't sure. Or they start thinking in terms of 'acceptable losses'."

Hunt raised an eyebrow and looked at her, amused. "And if I'd said that I worked alone?" he asked her, wondering if she would have shown any tact and changed her answer, or given her opinion anyhow. He wasn't so sure on that one, though he thought that maybe he was tending towards the latter option. There was something about her that suggested to him that she didn't always consider other people's opinions when she spoke. He wondered if being cute, blonde and perky - together with clearly having some major power had kicked that up into gear in her life.

She flashed a grin at him. "'Gee, Hunt, you might wanna re-think that, babydoll! I mean, you almost got yourself all deadified there, and a partner watching your back would have totally come in handy! I have some friends I could introduce you to and everything!'" she said with bright cheer in her tone--then she dropped it. "Generally speaking, having someone else around even if it's just so you've got someplace to fall back to, or help out or talk to when things get especially bad is a wise plan." she shrugged one shoulder then poked his skin near the wound, to see if he felt it. "I mean I guess I could go and tell people what they'd want to hear, but it wouldn't be my style. Besides. If you were one of the 'totally lost his shit somewhere about six hundred corpses ago' guys, it wouldn't matter. And you probably wouldn't have given me the benefit of the doubt and taken a shot before I did anything you would regret."

"Lost my gun when you moved me, and I never did like getting up close and personal with a knife and a woman - personal preference," he told her, humour in his tone, though he wasn't entirely joking. She wasn't the only one who could be upbeat and cheery - though he didn't get as far as the 'peppy' he'd labeled her with. "And yeah, I know all about the dangers of going it alone. wouldn't be a personal choice of mine usually, but I was scouting out while I had nothing better to do and thought I could handle this one. By the time the rest of my team got into town, that group might have gotten themselves gone - and I hate to miss an opportunity. I'd sleep better at night knowing there's a few less vamps in the world. And, I know - I almost got myself killed. Thanks, by the way, for making that not happen - appreciate it," he said, honestly. Credit where credit was due - she hadn't needed to step in, and he could have been a crazy who would have turned on her without a thought. He appreciated the help.

"Ya know, I back you on the non-knife-fighting rule with women. Bitches be crazy." she said. Her attention was really focused on his wound, even as she spoke and kept up with the conversation. "You're welcome." she told him. And since he hadn't gone and winced at her when she'd poked him, she assumed he was numb. So, she grabbed up her curved needle, and started to work. It was clear she'd done it a time or two before. There wasn't a whole lot of fuss or staring at it wondering where she should start or what angle to go at it from. "We all go home, or no one goes home." she said, sounding like she was quoting something. Her tone had also dropped a little, the quality of it softer. That didn't stand true and she knew it, but it was still something she tended to try and live by. Even if 'we' could include random strangers who needed a really fast out without time for discussion on the matter.

Hunt looked down at the top of the blonde head consideringly. "Who you quoting?" he asked her, figuring that it was someone, the way she said it. He could echo the sentiments though - he'd felt them enough himself, much to the despair of his parents, who were much more of the 'whatever it takes, get it done, and if you fall we will mourn you' school of thought. of course, that difference was why his father was still alive right now, and the guy had bitched all the way that Hunt had carried him out of the last fight. Well, he could bitch all he liked - just as long as he was still alive to do so.

Glancing up, she met his eyes for a moment, and she gave a little half smile. "My partner." she told him, looking back at the wound and her stitch job. "It's just something he says, kind of our crew's motto. We don't like leaving anyone behind, and if anyone goes down...it's one person less here to keep up the fight, y'know?" she asked rhetorically. "Not to mention...it's just hard when people drop." She knew. She still had the fucking flatlines on her computer monitor. they were there, along with all the other vital signs of those she had tagged. The living, and their silly codenames she'd given them. Real names were under the flatlines. When any of those lines went flat, it always was a hard hit.

"Well, sounds about right," Hunt agreed, his own voice slightly quieter than that. He didn't share his family's outlook - it felt like it would be a betrayal to openly admit he thought they were wrong in that. They'd always been a close-knit family, they'd had to be, but that didn't mean everything was smooth sailing. Hunt and his parents had differing opinions on a lot of things, and he thought that if things had been different with the world, well, things might have been very different. It was only that he knew he was needed, that he as doing what had to be done, that he was making a difference - that was what kept him from walking out that door. No matter the differences between himself and his folks, the job was too important to let that matter. "He's obviously a smart guy."

She smirked lightly. "Yeah, he's occasionally an intelligent man." she said. "Other times he needs a good smack upside the head and a good dose of 'oh fuck no', but he's on the level." she said, keeping up with her stitching. She'd had them before, and she knew the shot sucked, so she didn't want the shit to wear off and have to give him a second one. "I think everyone needs one of those every so often, though. It's just a thing." Which was also an argument for not working alone. "So your team...how long til they miss you?"

"I'm meant to call in at dawn. So, is it just you and your partner? And how long til he misses you?" he asked, flipping the questions back round again. The topic had him wondering if his parents would come after him if he didn't call in. That didn't take much thinking about, actually. Of course they would, they always would - it was just that it would be a vengeance mission, rather than a rescue mission. They knew he was going after the nest, they knew the location and everything he knew about the numbers there (all that wrong information - shit). if he didn't call in, they'd assume he'd gone down and they'd raise holy hell to take out what had taken him down.

She shrugged. "We're in contact pretty regularly." she said. "But okay, dawn. I can get you where you need to be by then." she promised, not wanting to worry anyone. "And no, it's me, my partner...a few others. Some kind of come and go, some stick with us pretty close. But really, different people are needed for different things, so we're together, but we're not like...an army unit or anything. Or...we aren't unless we're crashing the party when someone's been taken hostage. That's happened more than once. 'Course, very little can sidetrack me." And she had a familiar that would alert Doc the second anything was really amiss with her, or alert her if anything was wrong with anyone else. That helped.

"No?" Hunt asked her, interested in that. "So, why's that then?" She sounded confident about it, and he mentally upped her possible power level. Of course, he wasn't bad himself - the little trick with the door had been nothing, between his black and white magic skills, well - he'd been at it long enough, and with proper schooling taking a firm back seat to learning magic and fighting skills, the training paid. Unless he got ambushed by substantially more vampires than he'd been anticipating, of course.

"High security and locked doors don't mean a whole lot to me." Kayos said. "And if I can't teleport in? I can hack in." Since she was good at that too. She was good at a lot of things. Competent, she was most certainly. "So say someone's being held hostage. If I can just find them? I can get them out fairly easily." she said, shrugging one shoulder as she tied off another stitch. "In and out, usually as fast as possible. And if there's a deal where other people can be causing a nice noisy disturbance to draw attention..."

"Hack in?" Hunt asked, eying her up and down. "My, precious - you're just a wealth of talents, aren't you?" Hunt asked, smirking a little, but there was no real animosity behind it. "So - you're a handy thing to have around in a crisis. When you say you have to 'find them' - how accurate does that have to be? Area? Building? Pinpoint grid coordinates?" he asked her.

"I'm a good girl to know in a pinch, yes." Kayos said with a little laugh. She finished up the last few stitches in silence, before she sat back, and started putting things away. "All better." she told him, blowing a little kiss at the wound. "And as close as possible? Coordinates are best, but if I don't have those, I can work with more general things. It's just dangerous. Like...if I don't know where I'm going, or if anything's in the way, I teleport myself in blind. Blind is bad. Blind means someone could have left a chair, or wall or something in an inopportune place and I become a dead-Kayos." she said, making a face. "Or at the very least, a very very fucked up, probably limb-count down, internal organ failure-Kayos. Teleporting into something is basically either instant death or the intense desire to be dead soon."

He looked her up and down - she seemed pretty damn nicely intact at the moment. "So, it's not like you'd just appear on the chair if someone moved it then? It doesn't just bump you up onto whatever - you land in it?" he checked, figuring that was, messily, exactly what happened. "So - you a neat freak then? Everything has to be exactly where you left it, 'don't touch my stuff!' type?" With risks like those, he wouldn't blame the girl if she was pretty anal about that kind of thing, though personality-wise, she didn't seem to be the type.

"Yeah. It's not pretty. No convenient bumping. It's one minute you're not there, the next you're screaming because there's a folding chair biting into your thigh." she made a face. "And...a neat freak? Not really?" Kayos said. "Mostly I ask that if there's stuff in a room, just don't leave it out in the middle of the room." she answered. "And I have a little help. Most of the time, I'll go line-of-sight. Like I'll be able to see where I'm going to, then I'm there. Sometimes you have to take a risk, but if I don't have to, I won't. Like...the apartment I 'ported into when I wanted the better look at your situation, a quick scan of the windows told me it was most likely empty. Like I wouldn't have chosen the floor beneath it, because there were curtains in the windows...other things."

"But when you can't see where you're going, it's mostly educated guess-work," Hunt summarised, though he knew there were times when that was about as good as it was going to get, and you just had to risk it going wrong. Like he'd thought he knew how many vampires there would be when he'd gone in against them.

"Pretty much." Kayos confirmed. "Some places I go to regularly I have a closet or something put aside, so I just always show up there, and people know that so they don't put anything in there. Like this guy I know, D, he runs a clinic, there's a little maintenance closet that I jump to when I need to see him. But...yeah. Sometimes you just don't have a pat, safe way to do things, and you've got to make the jump anyways. Sucks, but I'm still here so far. Can't be too bad at it." she said with a smile. Mostly, it was to cheer up the pretty dire subject matter.

"Guess that's true of all of us - and you've managed to stay prettier than some," he added, throwing in a compliment there, along with an acknowledgment of his own scarring, and, in particular, the heavy scar that ran across his cheek and down into the beard he wore.

She smiled a bit at that, pushing herself up onto the countertop. "You sayin I'm pretty?" she asked him. "Thanks." she said, looking like she was actually appreciative of the sentiment if that were the case. It wasn't like she heard it a lot anymore. Or...like kinda ever. Little things like that tended to fall by the wayside when you didn't see anyone socially anymore, you just spent your time actively seeking out things that wanted to kill you. "What did happen to you?" she asked. "Though, for the record...you're not bad yourself, you know."

"Yes, I'm saying you're pretty," Hunt chuckled, because it was true, she was - and the sparkly attitude only supported that. She was a bit of a ray of sunshine, really and he could appreciate that. "And me? Oh - bad run-in with a demon when I was eighteen. Spoiled all those hopes and dreams I had of getting on the cover of Men's Health," he joked, his eyes sparkling. "You know, I had that whole piece set out in my head - 'Hunter of the Month' and everything. Could have been a real seller..."

She giggled. "Oh, you could so pull that off." she told him with a nod. "In fact, I can still see it. You just stand there, three-quarters on, sort of half in shadow, and looking downwards. Tank on, showing off the nice bod, maybe a few nice scars, have a shoulder holdster, and all you have to do is look properly angsty. People everywhere would eat it up, I swear." she told him. "You'd have fangirls. Chicks everywhere would come at you with sharpies wanting you to sign their cleavage. Or any other parts they could talk you into. They'd be all over it'd be messy. You'd have girls fawning all over you, latching onto your leg. OH Hunt!" she gasped breathlessly, hand to her chest as she gazed at him adoringly. "You're so sexy! Make me your sweaty love monkey!!"

Hunt laughed at that. "Well, it'd make a change - though I was never a fan of that sharpie smell. The cleavage I could cope with," he added, just to mildly wind her up, if she was that type - which he doubted she was. "But really - I don't think I'm quite right for their target audience, so I should probably just stick to killing things and let the pretty boys get on with the rest," he joked. "Last thing I had wrapped round my leg had tentacles, I swear."

"Well they could ask you to sign with other kinds of markers but they don't mark skin so well. Crayons would take a really long time and would require candles and someone who was just a little kinky. Plus it's hard to spell your name with drippy crayons. I had a register vent in my room as a child, melting crayons was a huge hobby." she explained in the middle there. "And cleavage is a splendiforous thing, really. Not that I have a lot of it. I mean, I guess I could get those bras that would make me seem like I have more chest going on, but really, I have to draw the line somewhere. I require that my chest is at least fifty percent my own boobs." she told him cheerfully. "And ouch, yeah. Well, you'll have to go for hunter-bunnies then." she said seriously with a nod.

"I knew a girl once who had a thing about candles - I wouldn't recommend it," Hunt offered up, pulling a face. She'd made it sound like fun and everything, but he'd discovered really quickly that that wasn't his particular kink. If you believed in the mantra of 'try everything once' then he'd ticked that box and wasn't in a hurry to do it again. "And 'hunter-bunnies'? Now - is that just your name for women who do what we do, or are you talking groupies? Because, you know - they're out there. Know what's going on, don't get involved, but if they find you in some bar or other..." He'd taken advantage of their willingness a few times, but he also knew that you could be playing with fire, with that type.

She laughed. "Groupies." she confirmed. "People who get off on the concept of hunting, and who are looking to nail anything who does it, or who can fake it well enough to get themselves laid." she said. "I know they're out there. There are guy-ones too." Then she made a face. "Though, I have to admit, most of the guy-ones are really really creepy." she admitted. "...and for some reason they usually have been very bad and need to be 'punished'. I think they just know you've got to at least be some level of badass to do that shit and if anyone's going to be able to dominate them..." she trailed off. She wasn't really into that. And while she wasn't above a random hook up now and then with people, she didn't do it often. And she definitely didn't do it so she could shove a spike heel into someone's lower back and tell them to bark like a dog. Noooot her game.

"Most of the girls just want the whole 'big strong man' thing going on, someone 'bad'. And most of them are the type that would run screaming at the first sign of trouble, but there they are, hanging out in bars, looking for hunters - and finding trouble. They generally romanticise the whole damn thing, like they're some kind of a princess in a tower. And they're limpets - the really hot for it ones are anyhow. Once they've got their claws in, they're never letting go," Hunt said, his tone resigned and betraying experience. "So - I take it you're not into the whole 'domination' game. Not got spiked heels and a leather catsuit locked away somewhere round here?" he teased, making a show of looking round as he tested his arm against the stitches.

That had her giggling again. "God no." she said. "I mean, I have upon occasion wore heels in my time, but generally speaking when there's doin-it involved, I'm really going for the nakedness thing. Heels are wicked-uncomfortable." Sliding down off of the counter, she went to a cabinet and opened it up, pulling out a few bottles of beer, and some glasses. "Want some?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder at him. "I know it's warm, but I have ice." she added. "...as for the whole chicks wanting a badboy thing, yeah. I could see that. Plus the running away screeching if they ever saw anything. It's like the people who think that it'd be really cool to hunt in the first place, but then realize later that it means they'd have to pull the trigger on something. And some of those things out there...it's not like they don't look just as human as everyone else." Some were helpfully monstrous, but really? So many of them blended in. "So, what was her name?" she asked, since she did catch the fact that he was speaking from experience on the limpet thing.

Hunt stood and went over to take both beers from her. A few words of black magic iced the glass bottles and he handed one back to her with a smile. He didn't usually use magic for the little things - he was more than aware that it could be addictive and he'd worked very hard thank you very much to not succumb to that particular one - but he figured that right here and now, he could make an exception. "Lowrie," he told her, taking a sip of the now-chilled beer. "'Bout five years or so ago? Cute little thing, real looker - enough that I really didn't see her coming until it was too late. God, but she was fucking scary when it came down to it. Had a thing for guns - you don't want to know," he advised, shuddering slightly.

She gasped a little, grinning with a laugh. "Oh nice, Hunt." she said. "Can I just keep you around? You kill vampires, you make beer cold...good qualities." she told him matter-o-factly. "Oh! And you're not a pussy about pain. All manly-man type things." she decided, pushing herself back up onto the countertop as she twisted the top off of her beer and took a drink. "So you didn't see the crazy-eyes?" she asked. "Ya know a lot of guys miss those." she made a little bit of a face at the shudder. "Wow, that bad, huh?" she asked. "...'course you know I want to ask for all the gory details and such but I'll be a good girl and not."

He smirked a little. "Well, let's just say I wasn't doing a whole lot of looking at her eyes at the time," he admitted. "So now you know even more about my failings. Let's see... I the plus column we have that I make beer cold, can handle pain - when there's local involved anyhow - and I kill vampires. But in the minus column we have that I nearly got myself killed fighting vamps tonight and I get distracted by a nice pair of... eyes and don't see crazy so well." he took another drink of his beer. "You sure you'd want to keep me around?" he asked, jokingly.

She hummed aloud as she looked at him, smirk on her lips as she tilted her head to the side and considered, like she really had to think it over. She took a drink of her beer, and set it down next to her as she leaned forward a slight bit, one foot absently bouncing off of the cabinet below her with a soft thud-thud-thud. "Well, add in you're smart, and amusing for the pros." she told him. "Eh. I think I'll stick with my assessment of thinking you'd be good to have around."

"Smart and amusing?" Hunt asked, raising an eyebrow over his beer. "You're just a regular little cheerleader, aren't you? Maybe I'll keep you around - good for my ego," he joked. Actually, it was just good to have some company again. He wasn't really used to being on his own, or working alone. He'd always had his parents, and often their friends, around. He was in his thirties and this was actually one of the the first times he'd worked alone - of course, he wasn't telling her that.

"I am! It's my lot in life. I was born with a sunny disposition and a lightning calculator for a brain." she told him with a bright smile. "Therefore I'm good for people's egos, and tend to keep things slightly lighter in the heavy angst department. That stuff's no good for people. Gets everyone down, and if you can't laugh once in a while then everyone's in trouble." She took another drink of her beer. "If you wanted to keep me around, though, it's possible to arrange that." she added. "Only it'd probably be more you coming along with me. I'm the one with all the nifty frequent flier miles."

"And the one that's taken me to a place with no normal-people exits," Hunt pointed out, lightly. he was still aware of that whole thing, no matter what he thought of the girl, he hadn't dropped his caution entirely - it was still there. He just didn't see why people couldn't get along despite not entirely trusting each other. Far as his experience told him, nobody in this game properly trusted anyone else anyway. Not really. "Arrange how?" he asked, lightly, as though he were curious rather than interested.

She blinked for a moment. "Oh...right. yeah. Is that bugging you?" she asked. It was clear she hadn't thought about that as being something she should be concerned about, though that was what one got when they could be in and out of places without doors with no problem. "Do you want me to take us someplace else? With...y'know. Doors?" she asked. "I will, if you're uncomfortable. I was just thinking someplace I knew that no one would be, where it was perfectly safe and everything, sorry, I hadn't considered the possible freak-factor." Then she paused and kicked back more beer. "Well, if you wanted to work together, we could do that. I could introduce you to the rest of the people I work with, and you could decide if you wanted to work with any of them too. Like I said, we're...we're a group? But we aren't like the damn X-Men or anything. It's not like anything that happens we all go in guns blazing...that's just for when the shit really hits the fan and everyone's needed to pull in together. But we've got contact that's fairly regular, and reports in on areas and hotspots, what's going on, all that."

Hunt gestured with his beer bottle. "As long as you promise not to drop dead and seal me in here, we're good," he said with a slight smile that was laced with humour. "You have a way out - I don't. Teleportation was one thing I never worked how to do with magic. It has its limits. At least, for me it does. But, okay, I could meet some of your guys. Like I said, I'm kinda running solo right now, and that doesn't get my best work, so..." he admitted, making that decision, which wasn't as easy as he made it sound.

"You know, I don't know what kinds of things are doable with your kind of magic." Kayos said thoughtfully. "Other than chilling beer and shutting doors all dramatically. But I promise not to drop dead anytime in the next few hours anyways. I mean, I have my vitals hooked to my computer if you wanted to see." she said. "Which brings me to the part where I ask if I can hook you in with that too." She liked knowing if people were alive or dead. It was a thing.

"Hook me in with..." Hunt asked, pausing, not entirely sure what she was getting at with that, other than it sounded like she wanted to wire him up. Which was... he didn't know what it was.

"Vitals. Here, I'll show you." she said, and she headed over to her bag, which she opened up, and she dug her laptop out of it. Setting it on the countertop, she opened it. "Wake up, T." she said, and the screen popped to life, taking a moment to warm up fully but it did so rather rapidly. On the desktop, there was a teddybear with a pink ribbon around it's neck. It waved, after rubbing one eye as if it had just woken up. Kayos pulled up a list then, which all held jagged, rippling lines that were vital signs apparently hooked up to different people. Active ones had strange names, and then there were the flatlines. The flatlines had more normal names. "If you give me permission, I can add you to the list. That'll mean if your spiking all over the place, I might be able to show in time to help you, if I can." she told him.

Hunt raised an eyebrow, first at the teddybear, and then at the unfamiliar set up of lines. He'd never had much to do with computers - his parents way of hunting was pretty much old style. You found evil and you killed it. Then you cleaned your weapons, made sure there wasn't blood everywhere and moved on. High-tech it was not. The nearest Hunt got to anything with chips in was the fact he had a cell phone.

"Won't take much. Just...well, a blood sample, which I have already anyways, but I don't do things like this without permission." Kayos told him. "And that's Teddybear...my familiar. Actually it's a good thing to know, if you ever need to call me? If you pick up any phone and dial 'teddybear' it'll ring him. He'll get a message to me as soon as possible." It helped sometimes, having an electronically based familiar. While he couldn't exactly do anything physical, he could do a hell of a lot otherwise.

Now Hunt was really thrown, and having a hard time keeping up. He'd known people in the past who had had familiars, but he'd never known anyone to have an electronic one - the last person he'd met who had a familiar had a cat. Now there was a computer? "How... does that work then?" he asked, before he could think better of the question.

"Magic?" Kayos suggested, laughing a little. She leaned against the counter, propping her head on her chin, and she kept her eyes on him. "It's kinda hard to explain. Basically, it's just a basic readout that lets me know if you're still kicking, and if you're really stressed out or hurt. That's it." she told him. "Teddybear here monitors things, and lets me know if there's any significant changes that I need to know about." She paused, letting her eyes tick down the list. "Liiiike....okay, see this one?" she said, pointing out one of the vital readouts, and she tapped the screen, bringing it up larger. The code name beneath it was 'Jack London'. "He's asleep." she said, noting that everything was very even and slower than when people were awake, being active. She tapped another readout, which read 'doppelganger'. Then she reached out to take his hand, and pressed it in against her neck, so he could feel her pulse there, and the vitals monitor on her screen kept perfect time with it. "Those're mine, obviously."

He pressed his fingers lightly against the skin of her neck, feeling the steady beat of her heart as he watched the corresponding lines on the screen. "Do you know where they all are as well?" he asked her, still watching the lines on the screen. He could imagine the nightmare scenario if she didn't - if she just had those lines and she had to watch them. His eyes flicked from hers to the flatlines in the background. Had she just watched those people die? Here, from a distance, helpless to do anything?

"Not off the top of my head, but Teddy's got them tracked." she answered. She didn't have an inherent knowledge, but she could find out, really fast. That helped, it just didn't always mean everything worked out perfectly. Like a gunshot to the temple, no matter how fast she arrived, wasn't going to be a situation she could remedy. She knew that first hand. She also knew that sometimes even if she got there in time to pull someone out of shit, it didn't mean she could save them. She couldn't heal people. In fact, healers were kind of a rare thing, and with magic, things sometimes fucked up. The higher the stress of a situation, the more likely that was, and...people didn't always make it. But sometimes she could help. Sometimes she saved people.

"So, you'd know where I was, as well as how I was doing?" Hunt asked, wondering if that made him feel uncomfortable or not. It was definitely an odd sensation - knowing that if he agreed to this, there'd be someone who would always be able to find him. In a way, that was reassuring - but then again, in another way, he'd only just met the girl, and it was a hell of a lot to hand over.

"I'd know where you were if I needed to, and I'd know what your vital signs were doing." Kayos said, a light correction, but one she found important. "How you're doing is something else entirely, I'd just know if you were in an extreme situation, and like I said...it's not quite like I'd have you tagged and could just know off the top of my head where you were. The only times I really look is if it looks like I'm needed. It's kinda of a privacy issue if I just peeked in on people all the time. I'd kinda find that squicky." she admitted, making a bit of a face.

"But you could find me," Hunt responded, with a small smile, easing his words. "Really, it all comes down to a matter of trust, doesn't it?" He looked at her for a moment, then back at the computer. "If this all works by magic, can it be blocked by magic?" he asked, wondering if he would be able to do anything there. Not that he planned to, but he always felt more comfortable with a backdoor out of places.

"Yes, I could find you." she confirmed for him. Then she shrugged at his question. "Everything is a matter of trust when you're dealing with other people." she said. As for the last question, she had to think about it, and eventually she gave a second shrug. "I don't know?" she said. "Maybe. I've never tried it, and never really had anyone try it on me. It's not like I tag just anyone. Most people who agree are friends, or people I work with, and people who like the idea of the possibility of an out if they ever really need one. Being able to literally call in a back door no matter where you are? That's a nice thing to have in the back of your mind."

Hunt took another pull on his beer and concentrated his attention on her, neglecting the screens for now. "And I'm just a guy you've only just met," he pointed out. It was as much a leap of faith for her as it was for him, he knew. He was an unknown quantity, after all. He gave her a crooked grin. "You sure you know what you're letting yourself in for?"

"I'm sure if there's something happening I can't handle at some point, or you decide to screw me over, that I can get out of it. And if I can't, then oh well. On the other hand, I like you so far, I'm not a bad judge of character, and if I don't make the offer, I'll feel bad about it later. Maybe you don't take it, I drop you with your crew, and I never see you again. Maybe not. I'm willing to take a chance on things." Kayos told him, being honest about it. "Either things work out or they don't, but I'm not really the type not to try in the first place just because it might not work out for me."

He thought about that for a moment, but he knew that he'd already made up his mind. Looking back, really his mind had been made up the moment he'd gone with her, trusted her not to take him somewhere bad - and then trusted her again when she'd brought him some place with no exits. "Well, as long as you're sure," he said, that being his answer, though he phrased it as though he was concerned about her - his tone was light, almost playful with that.

She gave him a little smile. "If I wasn't sure, you wouldn't have known about it in the first place." she told him. Then she went to collect the blood sample. She didn't nab one that was fresh from him though, she just cut a bit of bloodsoaked gauze from the trash she'd collected from patching him up, and she ejected a little tray in the back of the laptop. Setting it inside, she shut it, and the bear on the screen started moving around, heading behind a 'desk' and he started scribbling things down, occasionally looking up like he had to ponder things. She waited while he was setting everything up, looking over at Hunt with a critical eye, like she was thinking something over as well. "Hmm. What to name you."

Hunt raised an eyebrow. "I take it you don't go in for actual names - hell, if you do, then you know some really weirdly named people..." he said, thinking of the monikers on the screen. Of course, the girl was named 'Kayos', so that was always a possibility. Still, he didn't put forward any actual suggestions as he sipped his beer and watched what was going on, slightly baffled by the whole thing.

"No." she confirmed for him, looking back at the screen. "The only real names on there are those who aren't with us anymore." she added. Like Matt. "Probably psychological bullshit or whatever, but I change the name when people die. Like a tribute, some proof someone remembers who they were." she finished.

"Okay, done. Name?" a child-like voice that didn't have any clear male or female bent said from the computer. The teddybear on screen was looking up expectantly.

Kayos looked back at Hunt for a few long moments, holding his gaze. Then she smirked faintly. "The Comedian." she decided.

Hunt watched her, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly at the nickname. He guessed it fitted, but there was more on his mind than that, listening to her and her explanation. He was quiet for a moment or two, and when he spoke, his tone was serious. "Cameron," he said, his eyes still on her. "Cameron Hunt. If you ever need to change that." If he ever died - which he would, sooner or later, he figured. His family didn't exactly go in for future planning and pension plans, after all.

She kept her eyes on him for a long moment, nodding. "I'll remember." she said. Behind her, on the laptop's screen, his vitals popped up with the nickname. She reached out to lightly grasp his wrist, so she could be sure the heartbeat line was in sync. It was possible she checked it for a little longer than was strictly necessary. "Now let's just make sure that I never need to change that."

"That's a plan I can definitely get on board with," he said, the serious tone breaking with a chuckle. He didn't plan on leaving this life any time soon, but a rather too close encounter with a group of vampires tended to bring ones mortality to the forefront of ones mind. "But, just remember - just because you know my first name, doesn't mean you're allowed to use it," he admonished. Nobody called him 'Cameron' - not even his parents anymore.

Kayos had to grin brightly at him for that. "Don't worry. I know all about not calling people by their first names. I think most people I work with I don't." Then she paused. "Actually, I don't even know Spider's real name. Like...that's just it. He's Spider. I'm sure he wasn't born with that, but that's his name now. Most people don't know mine. My partner does, but then again, the guy practically raised me." She paused for a moment, thinking about it. "...I don't really think anyone's left who knows it but him, actually. I mean, now that I'm really thinking about it."

"Yeah, I think my group's the only ones who know mine - aside from you now, of course," Hunt said, not at all surprised to find that Kayos wasn't actually her real name. He toyed with the idea of asking her what she was really called, but since she seemed to not really share that information, he hesitated over that. If she was going to tell him, he'd much prefer that she volunteered it. And if she didn't tell him, it wasn't going to ruin his day not to know.

"Well then I feel special." she said, meaning that. She remembered she'd been drinking a beer and went to take another drink of it. "Do you want to know mine?" she asked. It would kind of feel strange to know his but not offer the same in return, particularly since he'd already made it clear that he didn't generally run around handing it over. Plus she didn't think he'd be the type to use it if he knew he wasn't meant to.

Hunt tipped his bottle in her direction a little. "Only if you want to tell me. Though I'll admit to being curious, but I get it if you don't want to share - I don't, generally. But then, 'Cameron' - I think my parents hated me," he admitted, laughing at himself and the situation.

"Hey, there are a lot worse names than that." she said. "Besides. Cameron will be in history forever because of Ferris Bueller's Day Off." she told him matter o factly. "And I can tell you. Just don't go sharing it." she said, but didn't actually ask for a silly promise that he wouldn't. She took another drink, then sighed and pushed herself up on the countertop, near him. "My name's Bridget."

"Ferris Bueller's Day... huh?" Hunt asked, clueless about what she was going on about, and that showed in his face. "Bridget? That's kinda pretty, but... I wouldn't have put you down for a Bridget," he admitted. It seemed to much of a sensible name for her - he'd expected something rather more upbeat than that. But then again, she didn't use it, did she?

She had to laugh. "Oh god, you're not telling me you've never seen it, are you? That's terrible! It's this cheesy eighties movie...you really need to watch it." she told him. "Maybe T can find it and we can watch it before I bring you back to your crew." she suggested, figuring if her familiar could find it, he'd do so without her having to formally ask. It wasn't like the bear wasn't listening. "And Thanks, but no? Wouldn't pin that name on me? What do I look like to you then?" she asked curiously.

"'Cheesy eighties movie' huh?" Hunt asked, doubtfully. "I musta missed that one growing up. Actually, I missed most of them - there wasn't a whole lot of time for movie watching." No, his parents were all about training and preparing, and life had mostly been lived on the road. But it was the only life he'd ever known, it was just that his priorities and theirs hadn't been geared much towards the 'having fun' side of the equation. He leaned back against a surface and contemplated her. "What do you look like? I don't know - something more fun than 'Bridget', maybe. Not that you're a person not to be taken seriously, but... Something more bouncy."

"Well that's got to be remedied. Here, I'll make you a deal. You get downtime? You call me, and we hole up for an hour or two and watch a movie." she said. "It won't take up too much time, and it'll be nicely therapeutic." she said, serious in the offer. It wasn't like it would take her a ton of time to get to wherever he was, or get them someplace they could safely take a little time to do something appropriately mindless. "And hmm, something more bouncy?" she asked. "Liiike...Cherry Sparkles or something?" That made her giggle. "I think that should be my stripper name if I ever decide to become one on the side."

Hunt laughed. "I was gonna say that sounded like a porn star name. No.... I think maybe... Sometime ending in 'ie', or 'y' though - Jessie or Katie or Laurie or something. And I see - I get it now. You don't want me for my manly buff ability to kill things and generally look tough - you just want me to inflict old movies on. I understand - so, does this mean I only get to call when I have popcorn?" he asked, joking about that - though thinking that he was gonna have to do that sometime, just because.

"So something cutsie." Kayos assessed. "I see. Okay I can understand that. But we're skipping right past the porn star thing, because hell no. Now stripping...that's different. There's fun music involved and who doesn't like to dance? But the other...not that I'm dissing physical relations or anything, because I'm not, but there's a squick factor with the badly written plot, inane dialogue and y'know. the camera thing..." she said, finishing off her beer and setting it farther back on the counter behind her. "And I may occasionally want you for your manly buffness! But I can't possibly pass up someone to inflict movies on. Popcorn, while awesome is optional, though." she told him with a wink. "Though if you're looking, I like junior mints best for candy as well."

"Optional popcorn, junior mints - check. And maybe some music," Hunt teased, because how could he not, when she put it like that? "So, are you in the camp that says that stripping is a liberated sign of feminine empowerment, rather than the one that says that it's a derogatory act indicating the continuing suppression and objectification of the female form in a male dominated society?" he asked her, the long words almost spoiled by the twinkle in his eye that betrayed that it might not quite be a serious question.

"Oh, music I've got covered." Kayos said, patting her laptop. "Also, several songs that would suit me quite well." she told him with a wink. "As for which school of thought I fall into--neither." she told him, bouncing the heel of her foot against the cabinet door beneath her. "I fall into the school of thought that says there are desperately lonely people in the world with disposable income. There are also certain people in this world blessed with a sense of rhythm, and happen to be aesthetically pleasing to the eye. I don't really see the harm in putting them together."

"Which is probably a far more sensible way of looking at things. Honestly, sometimes I think that people have a tendency to overthink things. Then again, I'd like to say that the world would be a better place if they didn't - but I really doubt that would be the case," he admitted. Not with all the badness that they knew was out there. It really meant that your average person had a lot less of an impact on the world than they thought they did.

"I'm a sensible girl." Kayos said with a little grin. "I think most people overthink things. I think that it's kind of been built into society. Everything's got to have some double meaning, everything has to be looked at for more than what it actually is...which sometimes? It's just not. I mean...okay take the movie we're definitely watching at some point. Yes, you can say it's a commentary on society, the privileged, the school system, and all sorts of other shit. To me it's an amusing flick about a kid who skips school for the day. Wackyness ensues. It doesn't have to be more, or deeper, to be entertaining." She thought about what else he said. "I think the world would be a better place if people generally took themselves less seriously, and concentrated on more important things. But then again, I think that particular ship has sailed." What with the downward spiral everything was tumbling into.

"Yeah, I think it really has. We're just left doing what we can - wacky movies or no wacky movies," Hunt agreed with a smile. He'd never got the hang of taking himself too seriously - another bone of contention between himself and his father. In Hunt's opinion, there was enough seriousness in life without internalising it. And you either laughed at life, or you cried. Hunt chose to laugh.

"Right." Kayos agreed. She tried her damndest not to take herself too seriously. It was part of what she viewed as her role in things. She helped keep people sane. There were a lot of dark moments to deal with, an if nothing ever released the pressure, if no one ever took the time to put effort into making people smile again, sometimes they just wouldn't. It was easy to get lost. For her, it happened to be easy to hold onto a silver lining, so she shared that when she could.

The teddybear on screen cleared its throat. "I've got the movie in question, should you want to entertain yourselves." it said. Because yes, he'd been listening, and had scoured to find things. Which had been a little difficult, but he'd managed.

Hunt looked at the screen, a little surprised at the interruption, then back at Kayos. "Does it just... do that?" he asked. That was going to take some getting used to, he could tell.

"'He', actually. And yes." she answered, "His name's Teddybear. He and I have been together for a very long time." she explained. "Since I was like...six, maybe?" she suggested, glancing at her computer.

"Technically. Though it was only a few days before you turned seven." Teddybear answered, kicking back in the little office chair on the lower part of the screen. "So, mostly since you were seven."

"Okay, since I was seven, Mr. Technicalpants." she said, smirking faintly, then looking back to Hunt. "But yeah, he does that. He's kind of just...around, I guess you could say. If it really bugs you or something, he can not listen in." Or more, he could say he wasn't listening in, and just not make any commentary on what he happened to overhear.

"It doesn't bug me, it's just... not something I'm used to. And maybe it explains a lot - about you. Still playing with toys," he said with humour, back to teasing again. But there was an undercurrent of seriousness there. Maybe having a teddybear around was part of what made her seem childlike in some ways - in good ways. He didn't mean it at all derogatorily. It made a refreshing change, actually.

Kayos laughed at that, and stuck her foot out to prod his hip with her toes. "Not a toy!" she protested with a playful tone. "He just happens to be cute. I like cute things. I was told, once upon a time, after I was better able to understand what he actually is, that he chose a form that was going to be easiest for me to relate to when he first came to me. Thus...a teddybear on a computer screen. I just never really wanted him to change, even if I guess he can. It just wouldn't be right." she said. "But it says a lot about me, hmm? And I don't even have my hair up in pigtails today." Which she did actually do from time to time.

"Yes: it says a lot about you. Most of the women that I know who do what we do? They're more... jaded. I'm not sure that really covers it, but you seem more optimistic than most. Even if you don't have your hair in pigtails today," he added, grabbing her foot, lightly. "So - you gonna subject me to this cheesy movie then? Because, if you are, I'm gonna need another beer..."

She kept smiling at him, a playful expression as she didn't take her foot back for the time being, and she started considering the possibility of missing parts of the movie in favor of other activities. She just didn't say anything to that effect. "Well, there's definitely more beer. And random munchie type things. I bet I even have licorice somewhere." she told him, like it was the best lure in the world to entice him into film-watching. "I know, I run a lavish, nearly too good to be true operation here. I'm sure you'll come up with some way of thanking me for the full service experience. I patch you up, I provide drinks and something kinda resembling food, and entertainment too. I am just that awesome."

"I clearly just got lucky - those vamps actually did me a favour," Hunt laughed, letting go of her foot and finishing off his beer. "Who woulda guessed? Beer, some kind of candy, movies, company - this place just really is a sanctuary, isn't it?" Well, if he was stuck here with no way out except for her, he really should take full advantage of the situation, he decided.

"It is!" Kayos said brightly. "It's the best place ever." she told him. Then she hopped down from the counter, and went to move the computer over to a little crate, and she set it at the end of the bed, facing the mattress. "It's not reclineable cushy seats or anything, but it'll be comfy." she said. "Want to be all wicked cool and chill me another beer too?" she asked him, ducking down after she got back over to the cabinets, to dig around for those munchies she mentioned. Things that were non-perishable and basically junk food she tended to like keeping around. It was comforting, in a weird way.

"Chilling beers I can do - but just for you, since you asked so nicely," Hunt agreed, crossing to where they were kept and repeating the earlier spell once more, feeling the warm flash of power which always accompanied his black magic. It was that thrill, that flash, that knowledge that it was so easy that he recognised as being the hook that caught so many people - and it was that that was the reason he only allowed himself to use it when he needed to. And now, of course, but this was different. And a one off.

"Yaaaay. I'm all special." she said, clapping a tiny bit. She also found chips, and the aforementioned licorice. She knew she'd had some! Then she walked back over to the bed and flopped down onto it, dropping the chips and candy too. She adjusted the screen a little, so it'd be nice and clear, and she checked over the vital stats of everyone once more. She knew that she'd be told if there were bad changes, but still. It was habit. She needed to look, see for herself that everyone's vitals were pretty constant and fine.

Hunt kicked off his boots and dropped down on the bed beside her, handing over her beer and stealing the bag of chips. He was never one to turn down food, even if it was junk food. "So, anything I need to know about this movie? Or is it just a 'leave you brain at home' type? Somehow, a movie described as 'wacky' I'm thinking I'm not gonna have that much issue with following the plotline..." he joked, wondering if it would actually hold his interest all the way through. Oh well, he was good with getting distracted if it didn't.

"Oh, definitely check your brain. It's silly. I already even told you the plot. Some highschooler decides he's not going to school one day, and he, his girlfriend and best friend go on crazy adventures. There's even a part with a parade." she told him with a grin. "So yeah, don't worry about following a complicated plot. I mean, I could probably find a complicated plot movie if you want me to...but I'm really not feeling anything that overly complex today."

Hunt held up a hand. "Oh no. Noooo, no in depth plots for me. I'm an injured man, remember - all that bloodloss affects the brain. Take pity on me," he almost pleaded, giving her a puppydog eyed look - though one which was spoiled by the fact he then took a drag on his beer whilst holding the gaze.

She grinned and laughed, reaching out to mess his hair. "Consider yourself pitied." she told him. She also held that gaze, not letting up for a moment. Yeah, she could have no trouble at all forgetting about the movie at some point here. He had nice eyes, a sense of humor... "Anything else you'll be requiring, while we're on that subject? Anything your poor injured self has need of?" she asked, arching one brow.

Hunt held the gaze, though dropped the puppydog, and the edges of his lips quirked up a little. Yeah, that was definitely an open question there, very definitely. "Oh, I don't know - I might be able to think of a thing or two. We'll just have to see how things go, won't we?" he said, not minding at all just going with the flow and seeing where that took them. He hadn't expected the day to end up like this, but hey, he was a good one for rolling with the punches. Especially when they ended up with cute girls asking him questions about what they could do for him.

"We will!" she agreed. So, the longer the conversation went on and all, the more she was thinking that he'd still not really have seen the movie by the time she had to bring him back tomorrow. She was good with this. "Should things come to mind, you just let me know." she told him, smirking at him, and she turned her attention back to the computer, which pulled the movie in question up, to start playing it. She just happened to be very aware of him there.

"Oh, I will," Hunt promised her, settling himself a little more definitely on the bed as he watched her set the film playing. The opening credits played, but he was definitely more interested in the blonde than the film, though he continued to give the screen a surface level of interest. "But, I think you should tell your familiar to take a break for a bit..." he added, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. If things were going to be going the way he figured they were going to be going, well - he'd never really been one for an audience. Even if it was a teddybear on a computer.

"I can hear you, you know. Consider me gone." Teddybear said from the computer--though he waited a second so he wasn't speaking over the dialogue of the movie. The little pin-light from the camera in the monitor blipped off.

Kayos smirked and took a drink of her beer, before setting it on the floor. She glanced his way then. "Don't like doing your movie watching with an audience?" she asked him, knowing full well that wasn't the case. But she wanted to see what he would say, anyhow.

Hunt followed suit, ditching the beer. "It was that little red light," he said, turning back to her so he was laid on his side, propped up on his elbow, a little closer than he'd been. "It was all distracting - I couldn't concentrate on the storyline," he explained, a smile playing across his lips - the film hadn't even gotten past the opening credits. He pulled a little face. "I think the injury's taken its toll on my attention span - I might not be able to make it to the end of the movie..."

She giggled at that, shifting to look down at him. "No?" she asked. "Do you want to rest?" she asked, knowing that sure as heck wasn't on his mind at the moment. It wasn't on hers. After, sure. But not at the moment. "Or shall I find ways to entertain you that might not take so much concentration?"

"No - I don't want to rest. Not just yet. Actually, I had other things in mind," he said, as he reached for her and pulled her in. He didn't think she'd protest. In fact, he was fairly sure they were very much on the same page about goings on right now. And so he reached for her, and they'd both just see where things went from there.