Killmongur

“I don’t know about that,” he mumbled, though mostly to himself. Everything in this game seemed capable of biting, and there was no monster more dangerous than other players–not that he actually thought Killmongur would help him. Somedays, he actually sort of thought she liked him. 

“Is there a Mr. Or Mrs. Killmongur I’m going to have to make repairs for?” he asked finally. He probably shouldn’t ask, probably shouldn’t care–what did it matter to him if she was dating someone?–but he’d always been too curious for his own good. And anyway, she was still smiling. That had to be a good sign, right?

He sat up, leaning against the edge of the bench and looking around at the empty tracks. Maybe there really was nothing here–or maybe just not under the bench. He got up and began to turn over rocks nearer to the tracks. Maybe there’d be a key under one. Or something. 

Killmongur blinked, staring at him for a second. Before she began laughing, it was the most roundabout way to ask if she was seeing someone or if she was intrested. But given who it was, she wasn’t at all suprised that Charon didn’t come out and ask the question point blank. Wasn’t really his style.

Sitting back on the bench, she watched as he got up _ clearly unable to find what he was looking for- and made his way over to the tracks. Kicking and turning over rocks around the area.

She had to hand it to him, he was dedicated.

The mage persed her lips, thinking on the question a little. “ There is intrest, in a person. Maybe two but no one imparticular, no.”  rasing a brow she looked him over. “ Why? Would I get a discount if there was a Mrs. or Mr Killmongur? Cause if that’s the case I should definitly make things happen then.”  chuckling thinking about Moon and how much she would hate this whole conversation.

Playfully, David motioned to bite her finger, maintaining enough distance to not actually touch the Revenants player. He’d protest being hooked by Venus, and maybe claim she was the one hooked if she was really seeking him out about catching the two of them together, but he remembered she wasn’t actually aware of who he was with. 

He offered her the remaining hit or two of the blunt. “Are you sure it’s this making you feel tingly?”

With a chuckle, he shook his head. “Venus is the precise person you’re looking to see, actually.”

“Shut up.” she scoffed taking the blunt he offered. Killmongur didn’t actually want to say that she wasn’t sure. Firstly, because she wasn’t a punk. Secondly because David would find the whole thing far to ammusing and that was the last thing that she wanted; to prove him right.

So instead, she enjoyed the high that she was getting. Unable to remember the last time she had smoked and it got her so high so quickly. Relizing she was still standing, she motioned with her hand for David to move. Settling on the edge of the hammock.

She frowned for a second as his words finally registering . “ Hold on,” she said looking over at him. “— Princess Kida, is your weed hook up too?” she couldn’t help but chuckle. Killmongur was learning all sorts of new things about David.

“Sure that’s smart? Mixing business with pleasure?”

“I offered an encore of you watching, love, but it seems like you’ve got your heart set on something else.”

This was a very different Killmongur than the one he met in a crowded bar, playing cards and stealing items from his guildmates. She was clearly not in her element, now in broad daylight and in front of his cabin instead of in the shadowy corners of an NPC-run establishment frequented by folks up to no good. He was going to retort about her regretting her decision, but she looked a little out-of-sorts when she stood back up. “I don’t know exactly, but Venus has some very divine blends. I just trust her judgment when it comes to stuff like this, hasn’t failed me yet.”

“You caught me,” she said steadying her self. An amused grin on her face. The elephants were gone but the overwhelming sense of pleasure and euphoria with a hint of witch hazel had Killmongur feeling lighter then air suddenly. “You caught, me. I had my heart set on being woman you had your filthy way with in some back corner alleyway.” she scoffed chuckling to herself.

Hadn’t she thought that very thing? Better not tell him regardless.

Waving a finger, a little to close to his face. Killmongur tsk, tsk him.

“ I thought you were smarter then that. Never trust a pretty face; thats how they get you. Is she pretty? I guess it doesn’t matter your clearly hooked.” chuckling again as she swayed in her spot for second. “ Who is this Venus and her divine blends. I feel like I need to be her friend cause this shit is awesome. I feel all... tingly.”

“You might be,” he said without looking up. He’d found an interesting looking dent under the bench and was now studying it in depth behind the “magnifying glass” of the bottle. “We could all be dead and this is purgatory. In that case we’ll never leave until we prove ourselves really evil or really good. But the green and red cursors show that, and no one’s poofed yet. So maybe we’re alive,” he concluded. 

When she actually took the time to look under the bench and face him, however, he flushed. “N-no,” he said, the stutter and nerves back with a vengeance. “Not clumsy. Just busy. Fighting people and being cool and stuff.” 

He tried to look busy with his search again just to avoid her looking at him. Once safely back under the bench, he asked, “Hearts?” Somehow, he hadn’t imagined her dating. But heart breaking? Well, that made sense. 

“ Aww, Char-char you flatter me.” she teased chuckling a bit as she saw his cheeks redden. It never got old getting the younger player all flustered. Killmongur tried not to do it often. Mainly becuase if she needed him for somthing, she didn’t have the time nor could she avoid him tripping over his words as he tried to peice them together.

Killmongur continued to watch him for a little bit. He was either deticated to finding; whatever he thought he could find underneath a bench. Or, and this was the most likly thing, he was trying to avoid making eye contact. Fuck, this kid was a peice of work. What the hell had given him the nervous to the tenth degree  tick he had.

David was getting amused by this; she was hot and cold, so when he took the joint back from her he leaned all the way back into the hammock. “I offered you a call the next time I see her,” he corrected. “You’re the one looking for me to ping her; and all this fan club talk, I’m beginning to think you’re the president?”

Teasing someone new was always a good start to his day. A smug smirk sat on his face while he inhaled, keeping his eyes on Killmongur. “So what’d you come over here for, then? You could have kept your peeping antics to yourself, love.”

She waved him off, “ Let’s not try and be cute with semantics. Fact is you’re the one that offered a ménage à trois.” Seriously she sounded like a brat going back and forth with him like this. If she thought for a second he was serious she might actually take his offer. Okay she would definitly take his offer, the woman he was with was beautiful and David wasn’t hard on the eyes either.

God, she really did need to get laid. If she was thinking that Blood Oath’s resident hero hair was fucking potential.

“We meet ever third of the month; got matching jackets to.” she rolled her eyes. Watching him for a minute longer. He was clearly getting a kick out of messing with her... couldn’t blame him. Half the shit she said played right into his hands.

“Yes, and I’m regretting the decision as we speak.” she side her dark eyes on him. “I’d been hoping to tease you about it but clearly that is not going my way. So I guess I should be off.” Killmongur went to stand but instead tilted her head to the side. As little pink elephants danced around at her feet. Blinking she focused on them, carning  her head the opossite way.

A blood-stained tongue ran over her fangs. Letting the wrist of the woman fall from her hand. Her body limp on the ground at her feet. Leaning back in her seat, Zyra let out a sigh of contempt, even as the monster that raged inside her called for more blood. She ignored it, the monster didn’t control her. She controlled it. Looking over at her companion next to her she huffed.

“ For fuck sake would you be done with it already. You’re actually doing her a favor finishing her off you know.” she scoffed rolling her eyes; watching as a frown marred Jal’s pretty features.

“I don’t want to kill anyone.”

“Babe, we’re vampires now. Crème de la crème , top of the food chain, they” she said nodding her head towards the weeping girl in Jal’s lap, “ - are food. You don’t eat you die. Do you want to die?”

“It’s not that simple.” they shook their heads “ there are other ways, there have to be other ways. Maybe if we look-”

“Oh come on!” Zyra groan

Pushing off from the couch, Zyra tossed the body of the human away from Jal. The body landing with an unceremonious thump on the floor. In a blink, Zyra straddled the others lap. Brushing a few strands out of their face tucking it behind their ear. After they were attacked by the wolves in the bayou; Zyra had thought they were goners. Only to wake the next night, somewhere dark and damp but she was alive. Jal was alive, later, when they found out what they were now. Zyra didn’t care; in fact she relished in it. Nothing could hurt her again. No werewolf, no witch, they had been turned by one of the oldest vamps in New Orleans and with that came power. They were untouchable… so why couldn’t Jal see this for what it was. A chance for their lives to be better.

“Do you really want to go back to living in that run-down apartment on bourbon street?” she asked kissing Jal’s cheek. “ Cause I don’t. For the first time since we got here things are finally going good for us.”

Zyra yelped a when Jal pushed her off her lap. Stalking towards the middle of the room.

“At least then we weren’t murderers Z. We weren’t monsters.”

Z rolled her eyes, “We have people running the government in this country who have killed more then we have and took that blood they spilled right to the bank.”

“So your morality metric system is based on pissants in Washington.”

“Yeah, yeah. Cause at least this is us surviving.”

Jal scoffed now, dark eyes narrowing at Zyra. “ You know what, you do what you want Z. You normally do.” storming towards the front door, Jal through it open. Literally, ripping the door off its hinges. Causing Zyra to laugh earning her a fearsome glare from Jal.

“ I hope you happy with this new life you leading. But I’m not going to stand around and watch you change into someone I don’t know anymore.”they gave Z one sorrowful look before turning on their heels disappearing around the corner.

The blunt left his hands and he raised his eyebrows at the audacity of the player speaking with him. Past his bedtime? She was really reaching, but he let her have it. After all, either she’d learn or she wouldn’t. He knew his truth, but Killmongur seemed intent on painting her own picture of him. Unless..?

“Are you trying to get me into bed?” he asked, punctuating his question by running his tongue between his lips. 

He gave it a beat before he completed the thought, letting the question live on its own before adding: “because I just woke up so that’d be quite a lot of sleep. And an encore without notice? She’s a busy lady, has her own life. I can’t just pluck her out from whatever she’s doing to entertain some grifter I met in a bar.”

If she wanted to try to play this game with him, he was more than happy to deal back the attitude she was giving him. Maybe a few months ago he’d just ignore this kind of taunt, but what did he have to lose? 

“I don’t recall any such thing leaving my mouth,” she scoffed but hadn’t she implied it? Okay , sure maybe Killmongur had but that wasn’t because she wanted to. Killmongur was calling his bluff... right? It wasn’t like she was imagining herself with the two of them, no...nope... not her.

“You’re the one that offered this grifter an encore. I didn’t ask for one- not that i’d say no.” she chuckled.  This was new, or something she missed the last time the ran into each other. She didn’t remember David being so... with it? “I’m sure she is another one of your little fan club groupies running around after you. Maybe she wants you to pluck her.” with a shrug she took another pull from the blunt still in her hand.

Killmongur eyed him for a minute longer; as if trying to figure him out. Taking one last pull she passed it back towards David. “And stop doing that thing with your tongue, it’s fucking distracting.” 

“…with the noise you two were making.”

Oof. Had they really been loud? The rogue couldn’t help the smile forming on his face. David was too crossed at the time to really be able to tell what was loud or not, so it was beyond likely that they weren’t being as discreet as he’d hoped. He leaned up a bit to look at Killmongur as she moved toward him, noting her emphasis on boring. “Darling,” he said, doing his best not to sound condescending, “that was hardly my best work. Maybe I’ll message you for the encore; I doubt my costar would mind.”

Did dude seriously just call her darling? If it had been anyone eles. Killmongur would have decked him. As it was, she was tempted to stretch out her foot and knock his boring ass out of that hammock and give his life some meaning.

But, that fucking smile of his had her second-guessing her initial reaction. Now, understanding why he had such a big fan club. When David smiled at you, you probably forgot the shithead things he said prior to. Not that he was a shithead; he was confident.

Which made her want to prove him a fraud even more.

Closing the distance, because she wasn’t want to back down, Killmongur came eye level with the rogue, “What’s the matter honey,” clearly poking at him; because everything was a competition/ fight in her mind. Was it over kill? Maybe but she also didn’t care. Reaching for his blunt in hand, she plucked it from his fingers and took a long drag from it. “- not up for an encore right now? Pass your bedtime huh?”

He couldn’t help but snicker at her question, knowing damn well what she thought of him. She’d made it crystal clear when they’d last interacted that he was, to her, the definition of boring. The last guy who’d called him that was proven incredibly wrong, but he really didn’t need to prove himself. Especially not to someone who already appeared to be digging for a new explanation for his behavior.

“Getting caught was hardly on my mind,” David said with a shrug, taking another hit of the joint. “We were just reconnecting.”

Reconnecting their hips. And their skin. And their lips. He was causing himself to get short of breath just thinking about it, so he stared up at the sky before looking back to Killmongur. “A wild night usually is much more public than that,” he teased. “I thought we were being conspicuous. Guess not.”

“ I would fucking think not with the noise you two were making.” she scoffed.

There she was minding her own business, on her way to Wolverine’s place because Hela seemed to be sleeping over there a lot. And Killmongur was far to protective of her bud to let her stay there alone. Okay, so she was worried it was natural. Especially given the aforementioned woman's knack of getting herself into dangerous situations. Anyway, the point was, she had heard some noise - moaning and thought someone was hurt. And happened upon David and friend bumping uglies.

It was hot, couldn’t even lie. The rough defeinitly seemed to be enjoing himself. and the white-haired beauty was as well. From what little she had seen ( and by little she meant she saw damn near the whole thing.) Killmongur hadn’t thought he had it in him to be so... risque? Nah, that wasn’t the word, an exhibitionist? So of course, in her mind, that meant something was up.

“Reconnecting body parts sure,” she chuckled Pushing herself off the tree making her way towards him in his hammock.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not kink-shaming you. In fact, I feel like I should be applauding you on such an awesome performance. Who knew Mr. Boring had it in him.”

There was nothing better to do than lay out on the hammock with one of Viv’s new strains on a day like this. A day off, no one was asking him for anything - hell, even Syphon wasn’t getting into shit that David had to take care of yet, at least. He was startled a bit, then, when he heard Z approach. Opening his eyes to look at his new companion, the rogue furrowed his brow and exhaled the smoke he’d been holding.

“Wild night? What are y -” he stopped, running his tongue between his lips as he put it together. 

Viv.

At some point in the night, David had found Venus at her booth and suggested that they take it to the back; they’d gotten a bit rowdy, enough to push them out from the curtains and against the tree behind it. He thought most people, if not everyone, had gone home by then. He dragged his bottom lips between his teeth and he nodded. “I’d hardly call that wild,” he snarked, drumming his fingertips against his sternum.

Killmongur raised a brow, was dude smoking a blunt too? Who was this guy? Okay granted, she was only just getting to know David. Their game of gin had piqued her curiosity when it came to the other player. She got “dad” vibes from the guy; while this wasn’t a bad thing. Killmongur assumed the second was your typical knight-shiny armor, never did anything risque guy.

At least she use to see him in that way.

Seeing him and his very attractive companion that night was jarring. It also had Killmongur having to take a cool shower once she got to Wolverine’s and it was bad enough hearing him and Hel’s going at it. Was it just her, or was everyone in this fucking game getting laid? “Okay I’ll bite,” she said turning to face him completly. Arms crossed over her chest. Unadbashedly checking him out in the process, cause why not?

“ What would you call  a wild night then old man? I’m genuinely curious cause from what I saw you and your lady friend were—.” she perced her lips together, trying to think of a word that wasn’t  blunt only to shrug when she couldn’t.

“Fucking, what was it? The thrill of getting caught that got you all hot and bothered or were you just to amped up and couldn’t keep it in your pants?”

“That’s so cool,” said Charon, completely missing the sarcasm and putting his hand out from under the bench, as if expecting her to give it over. “You’re like a real detect–oh.” He sat up when he saw that what he’d been handed was not at all a magnifying glass but a bottle. At first he thought she was offering him a drink–which would be really cool, since he couldn’t buy any on his own–but then he realized the glass was empty. But clear. 

“That’ll work,” he agreed and slid back under the bench. “So um, how is your life?” he asked as he searched around. “You haven’t broken anything in a while, so that’s got to be good, right?” Every time she came in for a job, he almost had a heart attack, but he also learned a bit more about mechanics each and every time he fixed them up for her. He was getting better. And faster.

Killmongur couldn’t help but chukle at the slight look of dissapointment? When he realized the bottle was empty. Intresting, she wouldn’t have taken him as a drinker; but she save this information for a later date. Nodding her head when he said her little hack would work.

Was he attempting small talk. Cute.

Though she supposed it was better then him stuttering over every other word when ever they were around each other. It made things significantly more difficult to understand him, so she would take this.

“Oh life’s just grand. I’m still stuck in a psychotic death-trap of a game. Up side, i’m not dead yet.”  she mused chipperly looking out onto the abandon lanscape around them. At his question she frowned hunching forward, looking under the bench at the Charon now. “Are you implying that I’m clumsy? Cause I take offense to that.” grinning mischievously before sitting straight once more. “Aside from my leg most resently, nah I’ve been good. If anything I’ve been breaking faces and hearts of other peeps left and right. Fun times.”

Location: David’s cabin ( Oasis)

When was the last time Killmongur found herself on Oasis? The mage honestly couldn’t remember, and the truth was if it hadn’t been for the very simple fact of meeting her informant here she wouldn’t have come at all. It was right back to work after the Halloween party. A welcome repreive after the last boss battle, Hela’s kidnapping and all-around bullshit that kept piling up on their plates. She could honestly say she had fun, though some, a little more than others. One particular someone came to mind. Causing Mo to shake her head at the thought. While a warm sensation heated her core. How serendipitous it was that  Killmongur had decided to go on a little walk near the treeline, instead of returning back to her hq. A Barefooted Mo, enjoyed the feel of the warm sand between her toes. Walking closer and closer towards him without even realizing it. Not until it was too late, where she found a shirtless David laying in a hammock enjoying the day as well it would seem. Smirking she approached, leaning against the tree nearest to his feet, her eyes on the surf.

“ Shouldn’t you be adulting.” she teased looking over at David. “Or are we still recovering from your wild night at the monster bash?”

He still couldn’t really believe she’d come with him. On the journey over, he’d poked at her hand at least ten different times, expecting his own to sink through and her to be an illusion. After more than a couple years of fumbling through repairs whenever she came in for a fix–the repairs were perfect, even if her being there made his hands shake–he hadn’t really gotten used to her presence. She was strong, and beautiful, and important, and he? He hadn’t ever even graduated high school. For a moment, that thought consumed him–he might never graduate high school, and now he was nineteen!–but he shook it off and focused on Killmongur and the task ahead of them. 

“Thank you,” he said ignoring everything else she’d said. “Do you have a magnifying glass?” He crouched down near one of the benches then shimmied under it to see if there was any secret writing on the underside. 

“Right cause I carry a magnifying glass all the time.” she frowned. Killmongure’s head tilted to the side as she watched Charon crawl under the bench like some kind of car mechanic. If he thought that she was going to be rolling around in the dirt looking for “clues” the kid had another thing coming. Still, she figured it was best to let him realise the likelihood of him finding anything worth a damn was slim to none.

With a chuckle ( because what eles could she do) Killmongur took a seat on the bench he was under. After letting the kid work on her bionic for a number of years. She knew all to well that once he got started on a task; charon had to finish. Was it because he’s a genius or maybe a little neurotic ? Mo had no idea but hey what could it hurt.

“My moves are fantastic, Zyra,” Jal said, exaggerating Z’s full irl name.

They accepted the spin and lost their balance briefly, tipping sideways for just a moment before recovery. “And my jokes are also fantastic. They’re the same. And that means they’re both good, actually.”

“It doesn’t actually,” she called out over the music a smile on her face. She was so use to Jal being the serious one out of the two of them. It was nice to see them let their hair down and have a little bit of fun.

Clearly, they both needed it.

“A fan-” they said, turning around to face their - oh. At this point, the rivalry between the two info brokers was more spoken of than acted on. They’d never throw clients to each other, but they acknowledged and respected the other’s trade. The morality lines that shaped Thanatos were blurring, and justice was starting to become more important than being on the right side. ( Would Jal admit that to anyone, including themself? Absolutely not. )

“C’mon, Z,” they said, putting their arms out. “You’re a better info broker than that, yeah? Clearly I’m a cool cat.”

“I should attack you for that lame joke alone. I’d be doing us all a favor.” scrunching up her nose. 

Her relationship with Jal was ... complicated. To say the least. She didn’t hate the other player. In fact at one point and time. Jal was a friend - and was left in the cataglory for a while in her solo days. ( not that she would tell Jal that) Even with there rivalry, Zyra didn’t see them as an enemy. Someone, she wanted to beat when ever she could? Sure. But in a pinch, when you need a job done, Jal was the best person to call. They knew their shit- even if it did pain her slightly to admit to it.