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HUP i wanted to get to finish my last reply and have ignatius respond to some starters but i dont have any more time for stuff right now

after tomorrow i’ll be free to rp all i want, and i’ll try to hit some people up for plotting! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ or feel free to hit me up. or just hit me. all works

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fysabre:

The word froze the still warm blood coursing through his veins and Sabre sat rooted the spot, mentally berating himself for wandering onto land that he damn well knew belonged to werewolves. The man at his back carried the scent of the beasts, but it didn’t appear he was threatening. Even his tone suggested leniency. But the vampire didn’t know if could trust the other. He’d been in similar positions in the past and paid for the consequences even years later. Hell, his most recent run-in with a wolf hadn’t exactly ended well and he still bore some of the scars along the broad expanse of his shoulder blades. The marks would fade with time, but the abject terror experienced during the encounter would linger on. He was such a fool for finding himself in this predicament.

“Alright… I’m not moving. Just don’t shoot me… or fuck, bite me. Definitely keep your damn teeth to yourself and I’ll do the same,” he growled, shielding his eyes from the light whilst both arms raised expressing his submission. He couldn’t afford to be arrested, or murdered for that matter. His life in Bright Haven was finally starting to pick up and become interesting; it would be just his luck to be cut down in his prime, just as he’d done to so many people before him. Poetic justice, one might say. “Let’s all just calm down, okay? The dude is dead… ain’t nothing you can do for him now…”

As if to further prove his point, Sabre kicked out at the corpse’s foot, jostling the limp body with a sharp nudge. His gaze drifted back towards the beam of light, blinding him. “Can you lower that fucking torch… and the damn gun? I’m not about to pounce on you. I’ve fed, dude…”

“Oh trust me, I’m calm. If I wasn’t, I’d be trying to rip out your jugular.” Ignatius pointed his light towards the corpse, and frowned as he looked at it. “Well, even if I can’t do anything for him, this is still a pretty big problem for us you know.” A sigh escaped him as he returned his gaze to Sabre. “Although I doubt somebody like you seriously cares,” and voice dripping with sarcasm continued, “unless you’d like to prove me otherwise by confessing to everything and serving jail time.” It may have been slightly less of a headache than the other paths he could take, but he had low expectations.

Ignatius stepped closer to get a better look at the corpse, and he made sure to take his time as he examined it. Running through his mind was procedures, the paperwork involved, thoughts on if he could just kick this guy once for causing trouble at this time of day, and a desire to just call it a night. Even while he scrutinized the situation, he kept Sabre in his sight and periodically glanced towards him. “So, you want to tell me who you are? I talk big, but I promise that unless we’re at each others throats in the next few minutes, I’m just going to let you off with a warning and pretend I didn’t see you.”

Sure, he didn’t seriously expect Sabre to comply in any way; it wasn’t like he was in a super great situation. But, Ignatius wasn’t obligated to try and arrest the dude, so exploring other options was his priority. Because, hell, trying to get a supernatural being to go on trial didn’t sound fun. He also had to admit he was interested to know this man’s story, if nothing else. “Maybe we can talk over some coffee. I’m technically off-duty right now, so you just gotta clean up.”

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elliothepburn:

– “Seriously? No one ever just wants to hang out at your place? I’d rather stay in than go out any day,” Elliot said with a soft laugh. He knew that not everyone was introverted like he was. It was just a fact of life. But he still couldn’t imagine preferring to leave the house rather than having a night in with your friends. It just didn’t make sense. As he waited for the coffee to finish brewing, he looked around the apartment more, wondering if he could pick up on clues about what Ignatius’ life might’ve been like outside of work. He had some idea, since they hung out from time to time, but he was never entirely sure about a person until he had seen the inside of their home, which is why he had become so fond of Jackson so quickly. 

– “Oh uh– I’m fine with black, things… The stronger the taste, the better honestly,” he chuckled softly, staring down at the coffee for a moment before looking back up at Ignatius. The man had been so welcoming already, it made Elliot feel guilty to put him out of his way anymore than he already had. “Oh. Well, I’m… I’m twenty-two now, I was adopted from Russia when I was a few months old so… My whole life pretty much? My whole life in Bright Haven, and I found out I wasn’t really human… Like… A month ago maybe? Yeah, about the time we met. But uh– the two things didn’t really correlate for a while honestly since I’ve always been a pretty angry person for…** Other reasons.**”

“Not for the past few years, no. It’s just been me going to get drinks with people, alcoholic or not. I almost wish they were like you instead, because I can only sit around in some bar or cafe with them so many times before it gets boring.” After hearing Elliot’s answer, he simply smiled and gestured to the thermos with a “Well, if you want more after this cup, help yourself. I don’t mind at all.”

There weren’t too many personal items put on display around Ignatius’ apartment for Elliot to look at, but there was a bookshelf next to the TV stuffed with DVDs and some VHS tapes. Unlike the rest of the place, it was very meticulously kept despite being nearly overflowing. Most of the movies were of the hilariously bad kind, but with various classics mixed in and plenty of TV show collections.

A second bookcase on the other side was mostly the same, except for the second to top shelf. That one held photographs, the oldest looking one having a young kid standing with two rather tall adults, presumably the child’s parents. The other photographs consisted of Ignatius posing for pictures with different groups of people, all smiling and goofing off. A couple of clean skulls were tucked just barely out of sight behind them, bizarrely enough. No dust covered any of these items, so they were either newly placed or recently dusted.

As for Ignatius himself, he nodded along as he listened to Elliot between sips of coffee. “I see. Have you ever tried to talk with a therapist about anger management at least? I've heard that most colleges nowadays have some kind of free counseling service, so I’d think BHSU would too if you’d like to try.”

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elliothepburn:

– “You make it sound so daunting,” Elliot laughed, trying to free himself from all the nerves that were crawling inside his body. He knew it wasn’t going to work though, he wasn’t the kind of guy that could just shake off nerves and be fine. Elliot stepped inside the apartment slowly, taking in ever inch of it. It was very similar to his in shape and size he felt, but aside from that it was different. There was only one way Elliot felt in control of his life most days and that was through keeping things tidy and organized, but thankfully it was just a personal issue, he understood how others could thrive in ‘organized chaos’ or even just chaos. “Coffee would be great.” He flashed a smile at Ignatius and made his way over to the couch.

– As he sat down he wondered what they were even going to talk about, Elliot had been doing this weird, uncomfortable ‘coming out as wendigo’ thing and generally it had gone over well. But Ignatius wanted to talk about more it seemed and Elliot had no idea how much more there was to talk about. He bit his nails as he waited for the man to return from the kitchen with their coffee, wishing that he was able to see how the conversation was going to go. Apparently that was a thing, inborn gifts, and he had no idea what his was, but if he could choose, then he’d want to see the future. It’d make life a whole lot easier.

“It is when nobody ever wants to stay at my place to catch up!” Once Ignatius locked the door, he headed to the kitchen just a few paces away from the couch. It was only separated off by a counter, so they could hold a conversation without much trouble if either desired. For now, he left Elliot to his thoughts.

As he brewed his best beans French press style, Ignatius’ gaze slid towards the couch. He couldn’t entirely describe why he felt so compelled to help Elliot, except that he felt a sort of protective urge. His best guess was that he saw some of his old self in the way Elliot had been so...angry, when they first met. Sure, Ignatius was still plenty temperamental now, but he’d had plenty of time to come to terms with his supernatural half and learn to reign in a whole lot of his aggression. If nothing else, he supposed he hoped to guide Elliot towards managing the same with himself.

When the coffee was done, he poured it out into two mugs with some leftover in a thermos and headed over to the couch to hand Elliot his cup. Once the thermos was settled on the coffee table and him on the couch, he spoke again. “I usually drink this black, but I can grab some sugar and whatnot if you want.” He took a small sip of his own drink, before adding, “...hey, if you don’t mind me asking, how long have you been in Bright Haven? And known you weren’t exactly human.”

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fysabre:

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Wiping the back of a hand across his mouth and soiling his digits scarlet in the process, Sabre crouched in the forest, his latest kills corpse located close by as the vampire took a moment to collect himself. Crimson eyes incandescent, he scanned the treeline, remaining vigilant despite the very real impulse to sink into the moss and bask in the afterglow of such a savoury and satisfying meal. It’d been days since his last and Sabre began to worry that he was on the verge of starvation. He’d even considered animal blood for a while, but that would forever remain a very last resort. The grip of death would have to be coiled firmly around his throat before the vampire ever contemplated returning to animal blood. He’d despised it as a child and couldn’t imagine the taste would appeal any more now that he was a grown adult.

A noise in the distance startled Sabre and he snapped his head in the direction of breaking twigs beneath heavily booted feet. From what he could discern, it was one person walking alone, but he still couldn’t relax. He was deeply into werewolf territory and way too weak to stand any kind of chance against a lycanthrope. He hadn’t fared well during his last run-in with one and knew this time wouldn’t be much different. He’d only just eaten and needed more than his latest victim could offer before he’d be strong enough for battle. The footfalls that’d distracted him moments before, faded slowly and Sabre breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he was alone and could dispose of the body without detection. Just as the thought crossed his mind, the scent of a newcomer drifted on the wind towards his position and the vampire steeled himself for a confrontation, praying it wouldn’t be a werewolf.

Sabre's prayer was half-answered. While Ignatius did have werewolf blood running through his veins, he had better things to worry about than an intruder on territory that he didn’t own. Like the scent of blood he was tracking. Finding a vampire at the end of it would just make it easier to pin down the "who" and "why" of the crime. Regardless, he didn't hold a vendetta against vampires, or anyone that fed off of humans. In fact, Ignatius hoped he didn’t have to deal with paperwork for a case of a wendigo or vampire feeding if he could help it. The headache and occasional philosophical questions raised as a result were never worth it. A warning and watchful eye for anymore illegal activity from then on was enough for him, thank you very much.

Years spent hunting in the forest and training led him only a few paces away from the scene before the wind shifted, and left him upwind. Cursing mentally, Ignatius reached for the stun gun he always kept strapped to his belt as a precaution and took a whiff of the air. The smell of blood was fresh at least. Seeing as there wasn't any signs of an ongoing struggle, it seemed pretty safe to assume that the victim was dead already. A shame, but nothing he could change. As fast as he could, Ignatius stepped out and aimed both a flashlight and his stun gun at the most alive thing he saw —  Sabre.

"Freeze. Whoever you are, I'm not going to arrest you so long as you agree to not run off, or try to attack me. You do either, me and my co-workers won't be easy on you." His tone, while stern, was more exasperated than anything. His posture said he was ready to chase after his current suspect if he took off, but it wasn’t threatening. Not yet.

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@elliothepburn

“You know, I hadn’t expected to be taking somebody home anytime soon, and especially not for a talk,” Ignatius commented as he worked on unlocking the finicky door to his apartment, only pausing to flash a smile at Elliot. When he broke up that fight between Elliot and that other stranger a month or so ago, he hadn’t expected to actually get to know him. As far as he had initially been concerned, he was just another trouble-making punk. But here Ignatius was now, letting the other hybrid into his home and planning on serving him a cup of his best drinks.

Once the blasted lock finally opened (really needed to talk to the landlord about it), he opened the door for Elliot and gestured for him to head inside first. There was paperwork strewn on almost every flat surface, the occasional dirty laundry sitting around and the scent of coffee permeating the place. “Make yourself comfy on the couch, and I’ll brew us some coffee real quick. Unless you'd prefer something else?” Said couch was sitting in the middle of the living area, a rather old-looking TV nearby.

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hey! names jiho, feel free to call me jee. im 16, a dude, in cst, and havent done any rp on tumblr in years, so please be patient with me as i get my bearings!

ignatius is a character who’s near and dear to my heart, so here’s a lil info to get y’all acquainted with him so we can hopefully do some plotting c:

ignatius is 35, works as a police officer, and has an associates degree in criminal justice.

he’s lived in bright haven all his life, although not in the exact same house, and he’s pretty content to keep it that way

stays in a kinda run-down apartment alone because he’s too lazy to find a better place to live in.

he’s a werewolf-human hybrid, but he lives as a normal human and avoids other werewolves like the plague since he feels a major disconnect with them

hates the nickname iggy. he responds to other nicknames and even pet names, though.

he has a caffeine addiction that is downright unholy. this man doesn’t function without three cups a day. that said, he likes to keep his coffee interesting. every day has 3 different drinks, and he mixes them up throughout the weeks

if you want to find him off the job, he’s either chilling somewhere that serves good coffee, walking along the beach, or holed up at home snoring through some random movie he threw on to put him to sleep

pretty open about being a trans man and very understanding of anybody who’s not really getting it, but if conversations get weird or somebody tries to be a douche he will crack some skulls.