♞ ┊ G U A R D I A N

Scarlet’s calloused fingers smooth over the small silver medallion, no bigger than a dime, attached to a faded silver chain. There’s a lump forming in the back of his throat as he sits alone on the grassy knoll of the riverbank the sun almost completely set upon the horizon. It’s always going to be you and me mate, I promise you. His voice rang clearly in his head as the memory that came with the medallion slowly came back to him. Tuck was just a kid back then, scrawny and barely anything to him when Scarlet first brought him to Robyn. Scarlet had promised the kid then and there that he would always take care of him no matter what. He had given Tuck a matching medallion like his own, the Sherwood family crest engraved into it. Brother’s forever, no matter what. 

“Done a great job at it haven’t I?” Scarlet mutters bitterly out loud, pulling the chain over his head and letting it fall back in place around his neck. He goes for his pack of cigarettes tucked away in his pants pocket, taking one between his teeth, and flicking his lighter open setting the end a blaze. After one long inhale, Scarlet closes his eyes as he releases the smoke in his lungs on the exhale. So much has happened in the past few months, and yet Scarlet hasn’t picked up any sort of trail for his brother.

The thought of the events in the past few months leads his eyes to trail to something else, the garnet ring that still rested on his right ring finger. The rubies catch the setting sun just right, and Scarlet knows there’s some kind of power in them. He has no clue what, or why the Knight had chosen him to receive such a gift whatever it may be. There was something about the ring, about the Entity that had overtaken the city, that almost seemed familiar to him, but Scarlet couldn’t make sense of it. 

He holds his cigarette between his fingers, resting his arm on his knee as his gaze looks out over the water. Nothing seemed to make sense to him anymore. 

Scarlet’s calloused fingers smooth over the small silver medallion, no bigger than a dime, attached to a faded silver chain. There’s a lump forming in the back of his throat as he sits alone on the grassy knoll of the riverbank the sun almost completely set upon the horizon. It’s always going to be you and me mate, I promise you. His voice rang clearly in his head as the memory that came with the medallion slowly came back to him. Tuck was just a kid back then, scrawny and barely anything to him when Scarlet first brought him to Robyn. Scarlet had promised the kid then and there that he would always take care of him no matter what. He had given Tuck a matching medallion like his own, the Sherwood family crest engraved into it. Brother’s forever, no matter what. 

“Done a great job at it haven’t I?” Scarlet mutters bitterly out loud, pulling the chain over his head and letting it fall back in place around his neck. He goes for his pack of cigarettes tucked away in his pants pocket, taking one between his teeth, and flicking his lighter open setting the end a blaze. After one long inhale, Scarlet closes his eyes as he releases the smoke in his lungs on the exhale. So much has happened in the past few months, and yet Scarlet hasn’t picked up any sort of trail for his brother.

The thought of the events in the past few months leads his eyes to trail to something else, the garnet ring that still rested on his right ring finger. The rubies catch the setting sun just right, and Scarlet knows there’s some kind of power in them. He has no clue what, or why the Knight had chosen him to receive such a gift whatever it may be. There was something about the ring, about the Entity that had overtaken the city, that almost seemed familiar to him, but Scarlet couldn’t make sense of it. 

He holds his cigarette between his fingers, resting his arm on his knee as his gaze looks out over the water. Nothing seemed to make sense to him anymore. 

“This whole thing is one bloody mess.”

It’s only from experience that the wolf can clock a hunter a mile away. But he’s never come across one that seemed so lost in thought. Hell he’s nearly walked into the guy where he’s perched thumbing something in his fingers. Mateo wonders if the guy is drunk, maybe a little drugged off something. He hasn’t seen him around and maybe it’s a little counter-productive to go out of his way for a hunter. 

Mateo lets out a breath and curses a handful of saints under his breath knowing full damn well it wasn’t their fault. It was his goddamn bleeding heart. It was why he’d done fo much for the Underground Marketplace and Tsavos. People needed help and Los Santos wasn’t the place for the weak to thrive. So the wolf watches the hunter a moment longer before stepping closer. Dropping unceremoniously next to the guy he takes a breath and gives a nod towards the cigarette between those fingers.

“Hey, you mind if I bum one off you?”

He stepped out the back door of the morgue and inhaled the fresh morning air. It was cold, crisp, a hint of winter still in the air as Spring barreled forward full speed ahead. He rubbed his arms and fought the urge to walk down the street and pick up some cigarettes. It was a nasty habit and, honestly, he didn’t want to pick it back up no matter how many times he desperately wanted something to steady his nerves. He leaned against the wall and watched the pale tint of morning creep into the edges of the dark, hinting at a sunrise that had been waiting patiently to make its appearance. Though he was tired, Sander could always appreciate the simple beauty in such simple things

He was about to go in when he heard a noise, making him smirk. It was too big to be an animal ferreting around in the trash cans a little bit down the way which meant it was probably someone (something) humanoid, looking for…. God knew what. “If you’re trying to be sneaky you definitely need some work,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Are you ok?”

Sander Ridgeway was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination but when his job called with instructions for a pick up, you got up, got dressed, and answered the call. Somehow, that made him sound more important than he truly was, a driver that went all over the city to retrieve those who had passed on and prepare them for their final days before they moved on to whatever came next. It wasn’t always pretty. In a city such as Los Santos, he was almost always prepared for thing that would give normal folks nightmares. For him, it was just part of the job he loved so much and sometimes he was lucky and the call was just about someone slipping away peacefully in their sleep. It was certainly a crapshoot.

He stepped out the back door of the morgue and inhaled the fresh morning air. It was cold, crisp, a hint of winter still in the air as Spring barreled forward full speed ahead. He rubbed his arms and fought the urge to walk down the street and pick up some cigarettes. It was a nasty habit and, honestly, he didn’t want to pick it back up no matter how many times he desperately wanted something to steady his nerves. He leaned against the wall and watched the pale tint of morning creep into the edges of the dark, hinting at a sunrise that had been waiting patiently to make its appearance. Though he was tired, Sander could always appreciate the simple beauty in such simple things

He was about to go in when he heard a noise, making him smirk. It was too big to be an animal ferreting around in the trash cans a little bit down the way which meant it was probably someone (something) humanoid, looking for…. God knew what. “If you’re trying to be sneaky you definitely need some work,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Are you ok?”

It wasn’t that he was freaked out by death or really hated the morgue. Just the place often was crawling with some kind of authority and Mateo bristled at the idea of crossing paths with one of Los Santos’ finest. Most of them were hunters to add insult to injury. But he had his orders through his shit burner phone. They wanted some sad fuck’s heart of all things as if the stereotype of asking a wolf to do this wasn’t bad enough. He’s scowling down at his phone and hanging at the back door waiting for the first opportunity he can get to sneak inside.

Of course he didn’t expect someone to be here. Well fuck. It’s easy enough to kick over some trash cans and pretend that he’s just some drunk. But in a city like Los Santos it was easier to pretend than honesty right out the gate. The skitter of metal is enough to mask the sound of his shift. Mateo really hated playing into stereotypes but a job was a job. He’d never failed before so -

location: any park in the city

status: open to anyone

location: any park in the city

If anyone knew the real reason as to why Kalea had enrolled in a beginner level kickboxing class, they’d probably send her to the nearest psych ward. Or why she’d decided to go for jogs for frequently. A mythical sword you were given by a Knight was helping to train you? Yea, that probably wouldn’t go over well in most circles. The exercise kept her mind off of…other issues in her life for the time being. It was a nice distraction. Which was why, as she finally took a break after her last lap, Kalea walked up to the nearest person with a warm smile. “Hi! This may come off as an odd question…but do you know of a good place for smoothies? I’d be happy to buy you one for the trouble of helping me out.” She offered, hands on her hips.

Hanging out in the park waiting for nightfall was something of a routine. It reminded him of home and sue him he got a little homesick now and then. The wolf is hanging by the parking lot, a rag between his hands while he fine tuned his bike. The front wheel was bugging him and he’s just glad he remembered to bring his tools no matter where he went. What he doesn’t expect is some girl to just waltz up to him where he’s sitting on the cracked and broken parking stones. And with a weird ass question to top it off.

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