there is a light and it never goes out

The surprise of the sudden intrusion made the dog release its bite and recoil, looking in disgust at the blood devil sitting right on his nose. A low, throaty growl not-so-gently invited her to get out of the way. He was not in a mood to give her a piggyback ride.

"Tis not exactly a picnic for me either, demon," Power huffs, as though chiding Sesshomaru is really a great plan. She appears to be taking her time, moving away, too-- no, she climbs up his face and atop his head, now.

who gave this kid a gun??!?!?!

Hayakawa edition

"Walk me through your movements after the initial explosions."

"Logan and I looked at each other....he went one way, claws out, and I went to the closest class to make sure they were getting ready," he starts, his gaze hours, minutes away, at the beginning of the assault. "Then I went toward the explosion."

Regardless of that though, Nico makes it a point to nod along in acknowledgement. “ Eh? That ain't too bad of work, I know a few of yer kinda people, really good at their jobs too. ” A tilt of her head, side eyeing him once more while offering her half smoked and still lit cigarette to the man. “ So like a mix of merc work in there too yeah? I work with a lotta those sorts, they're the best paying customers since I don't ask no questions. ”

"It's pretty decent, too bad I got stuck with both asking and not asking questions at the same time," he adds with a teasing grin. "The ones that don't ask me too many questions are some of my favorites."

Nico takes a moment, closing her eyes and looking to the sky. “ Ehh maybe, iunno the people who need me'll find me on their own I think and thas' been workin' real good for me. ” A brown eye cracks open, glancing at him through her peripheral while a smug smirk grows on her lips. “ You run a business? You sound like ya got some experience. ”

"Me? I'm an info broker, so I keep my options open. Do odd jobs stuff when I need it."

“ Well... ” She'd considered it before but... “ Nah, the kinda guns I make ain't for the general public, ya dig? Advertising is just gonna get me in a loada trouble with the government or whatever. ”

"Hmmmm, you've got a point. Unless they already know and are just letting you do enough....it'd have to be a secret code or something. A password."

“ Honestly ain't nobody round here got any taste, no class, everybody just wants somethin' to shoot people with and then try an' rush me like they ain't commission a gunsmith known for weird mods. ” The butt of the new cigarette rest between plump lips, already igniting the lighter to start burning her little treat. “ Pisses me the hell off. ”

"I think you gotta advertise, chika. That way they'll know how great your stuff is if they see it. Barring an attack on the go."

I have been seeing so many people drawing joseph bowlers painting in their fanart version and i just wanted to do a dickkory version

The gals :]

A Blupin... (blue Lupin...)

“ But yeah, I know a shit ton 'bout guns and how to use 'em, it's a family business. What I make ain't just weapons, I'm makin' art! ”

"Weapons as art...." there's a considering twinkle in his single eye. "I think we'd be a hell of a lot better off if that stuck with certain fuckers in charge. I mostly just use mine to save my ass."

"You know, you're not as bad as I thought you'd be."

"I'll take that, and ignore the fact you thought I'd be bad at all," he flashes a teasing grin.

“ Shit, yer tellin' me! I have t'haul ass everywhere cause those freaks bust their weapons in the most random places! ” A loud and very undignified snort, hand flying back in an odd gesture that looks like she's kicking something out. “ Then they get the gall to holler at me 'cause they was in my way when I pulled up — get the hell outta the way then and you ain't gonna get hit! Bunch of weenies but the pay's real good. ”

"Not bad at all."

“ Nah, nothing so kind and dainty. I'm a gunsmith, I make cool ass guns and all that shit for people that hunt demons or whatever. ” A soft laugh, well more like a barked laugh than anything else as she raises an eyebrow at him from behind her glasses frames. “ I can be wherever the hell I wanna be so it don't matter much 'cause my quality speaks for itself and keeps 'em coming. ”

"You make guns for demon hunters? Holy shit, that is cool. No wonder you gotta move when your clients are on the go....man."

Dark eyes glance at the butt of her cigarette with a brief forlorn longing, as if she's shocked she finished the damn thing despite puffing on it for most of their conversation only to drop it and grind it into the sidewalk with her boot. “ Kinda my MO round here, I ain't easy to find for a reason. ”

It's all an interesting mystery.