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Mythology and Literature Aesthetics

Werewolf

The human fixed the other with a dead stare. "Do you think pepper spray is going to work on over half of the town people here?" Will didn't mean for his voice to sound as cold as it did. His voice was just naturally...Stoic. "Taser would probably be your best bet. Have a few over here." Will guided the other away from the more dated weapons and towards the more modern ones.

"The tasers aren't handcrafted by me, obviously, but I can assure you that their quality is up to the standards of my own weapon. My supplier hasn't let me down on a single one yet. I would suggest the hire voltage ones if you're looking to keep some of the more...nefarious people in town at bay." Will suggested as he stopped at the shelf that had the tasers. Pulling out his key to open the case.

The way the other was looking at him certainly didn't help Finley's nerves as he kept his gaze towards the counter as if he was still looking at the items and not scared of the tough looking shop worker. The question though did make him look up into the man's eyes for a second before looking away in thought. "Oh...well...I dunno. Doesn't it work on...like...everybody?" He would have assumed being sprayed with something in the eye would be affective against anyone but this guy certainly spoke confidently. So perhaps not.

Following after the man, he looked around the store to the other customers, many seeming rather confident in what they were here for and doing. Stopping at the tasers, Finley looked them over and was overwhelmed by the choice of selection. "Handcrafted?" He turned his head to quickly look at Will as he said that, though his nerves got the better of him and he looked back to the tasers again, deciding to give his hands something to do and pick one up once the case was open. "How much are they? I'm...kinda on a budget at the minute till I can get a job and I assume I can't pay in...instalments?"

The Fae tilted his head as he heard the other man's reply. "Well...Wouldn't that make your job a little hard to do?" Eron asked curiously. "Although I guess you don't have to worry about disturbing the crime scene or anything." Eron said with a shake of his head and a chuckle as he looked at the other.

"But yes! I did have an actual need to come here other than my important question, mind you." Eron says with a shake of his head. "I want you to trail someone I suspect is cheating."

"Sure you do." They always do. Why was it that he seemed to be the only ghost in town to be disturbed about being a ghost. Perhaps that was an exaggeration but it certainly felt like most days. Moving around his desk, he walked through his chair armrests to take a seat on the chair without using anymore energy to generally pull it out and do the live person thing.

"True but it's not like I need to worry about be attacked now does it. Besides, you may not be aware but I can enter the dreams of anyone asleep. It's certainly a handy way to get the information I need. You may be able to lie and cheat in person but you can't in your dreams." Jack smirked as he rested his hands out onto his desk as he studied the younger looking male, already trying to determine his character.

"Ah. Classic cheating partner job." It tended to be his highest type of job he took. Part of him was getting bored of it but at the same time, a job was a job. "And what has caused you to suspect they are cheating? Found another man's pair of tighty whiteys under your bed? Your guy coming home with a different smell of aftershave on him?"

Tian's hand reached forward to flip the sign to closed on the door of Witching Hour Predictions. It was already fairly late in the day and his last client had left feeling rather confident about their future. Tian had even managed to sell him a few protection charms as a little bonus to the days events. It was easy enough to switch off the shop lights as before he was pushing back the curtains at the back of the store that led to the spiral staircase that led up into the second floor. The witch wore a serious of sliver rings and long dark green silk robe tied around his waist but showed off his well defined chest and stomach, his eyes lined with golden glitter and a pair of tight black jeans that showed off every inch of his perfect ass and legs. It was all a rather well put together show- people wanted a witch who could see the future but also wanted a bit of sex appeal. And Tian certainly could do that down to an artform.

He pushed the door front door open as he moved into the apartment with a little glance around, half expecting to see Cooper lingering in the living room waiting for him already. The werewolf had become something of a stable of his life, considering he seemed impossible to shake off. No matter how many times the witch pointed out that he didn't actually need to repay him for saving his life.

Still it wasn't like Tian hate the company. "Please tell you're not pouting or something" The witch pointed out as affection ran though his voice. He'd sent the other out of the fortune telling room downstairs while he was a client. Somehow having a massive werewolf protector didn't always go well with some of the mysticism vibes he was trying to protect in that space.

To say that he owed Tian his life was an understatement. Having barely survived an attack by a group of hunters when he was younger, Cooper thought he had learned to survive. To hide and keep on the move so not to ever be attacked again. That was how he had lived for 7 years. Moving from town to town. Even to a new country. Then five years ago, he was careless and got surrounded by a group of human hunters. Cooper had never killed anyone before and so he tried his best to run, to not hurt anyone but he was caught and began to be beaten. Then Tian appeared. He did some sort of magic and before he knew it, the humans had gone and he was being taken to a hospital by the witch.

Hospitals weren't for the werewolf of course. His healing had already began to kick in and it would certainly just bring up more questions that he didn't need, so the Scotsman snuck out and using his nose, tracked the witch down. For a few days, he stalked him, following him from place to place. He owed this man his life but he was scared to approach. The few days went past though and Cooper finally approached the witch and here he was, five years later living with the man. Cooper swore he would protect the witch no matter what.

So that was how he now stood in the hallway to their apartment with a pout on his face as he waited for Tian to come back up. He hated it when he was told to wait upstairs when Tian had a client. Sure, he knew he had to let the witch work but his client had gave him a bad vibe which he felt he needed to be downstairs for. He didn't want to make Tian mad though, so he did as he was told. He heard the click of the door and he made his way around the corner, to show that he hadn't been waiting there all that time. "I'm not pouting." He called out from round the corner, walking back around to greet the witch. "I just think you could have used my help with that guy is all. They were bad news."