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"You might wanna be careful where you step out here. It's a full moon..." Hayley advised; wouldn't be the first time someone went missing in the bayou when her Pack was on the hunt. How she wanted to run with them, but instead she was there, dealing with an intruder. Politely, despite the lunar influence on her temper!

The fae nearly jumps, startled, as black eyes with a ring of gold around their irises ― now widen ― stare upon the female whom, if he had to guess, the rather ominous voice belonged to. Cardan's thankful that his sharp features are hidden behind the gold emboilded velvet cloak otherwise they'd have given away the panic they were unable to mask. He couldn't lie ( literally ); It's not like he doesn't enjoy a little bit of danger ― it's just that he doesn't engorge himself in it like a particular mortal girl who ate it like it was a delicacy. The same girl who got him in this mess to begin with.

Gods, If this is a scheme of Jude's to get rid of him and he's going to die tragically by whatever beasts lay under the full moon, he'll curse her with his dying breath so that his ghost will haunt her till her her very last moments on this earth. Just for spite.

Rounding on the costumed character, Hayley's eyes were still ablaze with the fury of what had just gone down. Trying to rein it in quick, the wolf was faster, and a low growl emitted from her in an attempt to scare off the onlooker. "Don't take this the wrong way, but Halloween was yesterday, kid." She grumbled through grit teeth, trying to conceal her fangs as she willed everything back; he wasn't her would-be assailant and she wasn't going to thrash a kid.

A deep breath and some mental counting later, her eyes opened, revealing just another human gaze looking back at the masked kid. Well, she guessed he was a kid; didn't exactly sound like he was fresh into the workforce, but she could be wrong. Immortality threw you off like that from time to time. "Look, he tried to cop a feel, alright? I defended myself, plain and simple." Why she was explaining herself to...Spider-Kid, and how a broken arm constituted self-defense, Hayley wasn't sure, but hey, problem solved, right? "Are you alright?"

"I know that; this isn’t a costume! I mean...okay, it is a costume, but it’s a superhero costume. ‘Cause that’s what I am. A superhero. Or, er, vigilante? Maybe I’m a vigilante. To be honest, I’m not really sure what the difference between those is.” He scratched at his chin in thought for a moment, before shaking his head, shrugging. Clearing his throat, he lowered his voice as much as he could to say: “I’m Spider-Man.”

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Okay, admittedly, this looks bad. Really bad. Buffy lets go of the vampire she was holding by the collar who has a stake buried in his chest. She tugs it out (this one definitely comes out more bloodied than she’d like), before she puts her hands up like she’s been caught with her hands in the cookie jar. Speaking of... she could really use a cookie right now. Chocolate chip, extra fudgey —

           Hayley’s words elicit a smirk from him and his eyebrows raise in playful affection as his hand presses against his chest. “I think that may be the nicest thing you’ve said to me,” he says, and he’s only half-joking. Another woman might have seen their journey over the years as a trap, unending torment at the hands of the cruel Mikaelson beast, but he supposes that was what attracted him to Hayley initially. He’s met more than one defiant little wolf during his many lifetimes on this planet, and snuffed out more than a few of their lives with callous disregard. But it was the way she challenged him, masterfully toeing the line between blatant disrespect and actually allowing him space to grow. Few could speak to him as honestly as Hayley did and walk away with their lives, and while at first he may have stayed his hand because she was his child’s mother, over the years, she had become just as central a part of his life as any of his family.

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"I'd say a solid 85, Joyce." Don't be fooled by her saccharine tone; she was fuming--just not at Jo. At the asshole she had thrown down with and staked? Oh yeah. "I'm just glad you're safe, but...did he follow you home? I mean, you didn't invite him in, but my door's kinda busted and dusted."

                          There  went  the  name  ―  the  full  name.  That  sounded  promising.  ❛  Right,  about  that.  .  .  ❜  Her  lips  purse  in  thought,  and  digits  toy  with  the  loose  thread  hanging  from  the  side  of  her  shirt.  ❛  I’ll  fix  it,  I  promise.  In  fact,  I  think  Hope’s  getting  onto  that  right  as  we  speak.  ❜  Probably.  Maybe.  Hopefully.  To  be  frank,  it’d  be  a  miracle  if  Hope  wanted  to  back  her  up  on  that  one  and  not  constantly  rub  it  in  her  face  like  another  unfortunate  crisis  (  that  one  time  involving  zombies  than  vampires  ),  but  even  so,  Jo  would  take  it  if  it  meant  that  Hayley  wouldn’t  be  considering  throwing  them  back  out.  After  all,  she  didn’t  owe  them  anything,  and  providing  them  with  food  and  shelter  was  charity  enough;  She  doesn’t  want  to  do  anything  to  screw  that  opportunity  up.  ❛  He  did,  but  I  had  it  under  control.  Which.  .  .  is  more  than  I  can  say  about  your  door,  did  I  mention  I  was  sorry  ?  ❜

     keeping  his  mind  busy  on  his  path  for  self - redemption  kept  the  demons  that  haunted  him  at  night  in  check  during  the  day  at  least .  his  government  contract  in  which  he  co-oped  with  sam  seemed  to  have  been  more  than  enough  for  bucky  to  be  trusted  on  a  mission  alone  this  time ,  his  enhanced  traits  and  flawless  fighting  skills  seemed  appropriate  for  the  job .  in  a  world  where  aliens  and  a  whole  list  of  mutants  and  powers  existed ,  it  was  only  natural  if  vampires  ( or  hybrids )  would  make  it  to  the  list  of  things  that  lurked  in  the  dark  -  but  he  still  couldn’t  wrap  his  mind  around it .  a  book  written  twenty  years  before  he  was  born  had  been  the  only  time  he’s  heard  of  such  creatures ,  surely  this  had  to  be  a  somehow  enhanced  werewolf .

     he  hadn’t  been  called  for  the  job  to  think  about  it ,  though ,  and  he  follows  through  with  his  purpose  much  like  the  military  man  that  he  once  was .  he  tracks  the  ‘ hybrid ’  down  rather  quickly  and  even  attempts  to  tranquillise  them  from  afar  with  his  sniper ,  but  the  creature  runs  at  an  unnatural  speed ,  so  he  is  forced  to  stealthily  follow  it  into  an  abandoned  warehouse .  bad  idea  for  someone  that  can’t  see  in  the  dark  ( can  hybrids ? ) .    “  i  know  you’re  in  here ,  come  out ,  i’m  not  trying  to  hurt  you .  ”    he  couldn’t  blame  the  hybrid  if  they  wouldn’t  believe  him ,  after  all  he  was  still  holding  the  sniper  he’d  used  to  try  and  shoot  them  -  which  he  lets  go  of  making  it  audibly  fall  on  the  ground  next  to  him  the  moment  bucky  realises .  he’s  extremely  aware  of  his  surroundings  despite  his  effort  to  look  harmless  and  trustworthy ,  but  he’d  be  able  to  detect  any  noise  or  movement  still .

     “  you  couldn’t  possibly  expect  a  TRIVIAL  TEST  such  as  this  to  show  my  true  colours ,  love .  for  instance ,  it  fails  to  show  CUNNING ,  which  would  altogether  show  me  as  less  dominant  and  that  is  because  it  doesn’t  understand  STRATEGY ,  do  you  follow ?  ”

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