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Where the hell was that irritating sound coming from? Killing turned at the sound and instantly raised an eyebrow as if expecting some sort of explanation. None was given to him, but he could make out exactly what was happening. He was much too old for this type of noise and he had half the mind to ask her to leave. What was she, twelve? "You keep that up and they'll all just run. away." he spoke up out of distaste and went back to calling for the bartender, who was much too slow for such a loud night.
open to: all location: wherever!
"If one more person argues with me about the price of their goddamn weed like I'm not just the part time worker, this town is going to see some inspiration from Ghostface real fast. It's 2024, do people really still think the person selling you shit sets the prices? Fuck, man." The frustration was obvious, so much so you could almost see it seeping from her, smell it in the air surrounding her. "Drink? Yes. Good choice. You're getting first round? Well, you just made my night. Well done for volunteering." They didn't volunteer at all, in fact Annalise wasn't even sure they spoke a single word but they were unfortunate enough to be close enough for conversation.
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He'd been waiting. A text, a call, anything really to tell him about where his next hunt would be. However, it seemed that the call was lost in translation or the problem at hand was taken care of. Killian didn't have much going on in that moment, bu the didn't exactly go home either.
It was such an illusion he lived in, to be this perfect teacher to his pupils who could be monsters in the dark. He wanted to write; The waves were calming, peaceful even and it blocked out the horrors of screams he has heard in his lifetime.
However, all of his thoughts were interruped when he was approached by someone. His brows furrowed when he looked over at the petite female. Taking in her voice to see if he recognized her from anyplace. He didn't. She couldn't be his student or he'd have remembered her.
"Sorry, I think you have the wrong person." he clarified before he continued on his own trek in hopes of that peace he was enjoying just mere seconds before she interrupted his night.
where: gravers' isle, after sunset
who: open to all
Nisha hummed as she walked along the shores of the island. She dressed as normal as possible -- a bikini bathing suit with a white transparent shirt wrapped around her waist. Her hair was in waves, flowing around her shoulders and down her back.
Gravers' Isle was a place she visited frequently when she wanted to have some alone time. Or if she wanted to keep an eye on any known hunters. It was one of the places she had stalked Reid at. A smile pulled at the edges of her lips at the memories. Times she was hidden in the shadows and he had no clue. Times she watched him smile, laugh, have fun.
The two of them had yet to experience such times like that together. But they had a long time to get comfortable with one another. A lot longer than if he was just a weak human. He'd come around, eventually. At least, that's what she told herself.
Nisha plastered on a smile as she noticed someone walking along the beach near her. "Great weather today, isn't it?" She asked as she approached them. "I'm surprised to not see that many people here today. How could anyone waste a day such as this by being indoors?"
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With brows raised in curiosity, Killian glanced at the leaves that remained at the bottom of his cup, before back at the person who was speaking to him now. Usually this was what witches were into. They read leaves, they made it seem to be like harmless fun. Killian wasn't sure what she was or who she was, he was just here waiting for someone. Call it a hunt of his own; "I'm good." is all he stated when he realized she was still speaking to him. Appearances, he had to keep it up, he was afterall a professor at the University and the last thing he wanted was for someone to complain to the Dean that he was being rude. "Thank you." he added after seconds of hesitation as he pushed his cup away just so she can take it back.
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"They're only tea leaves, honey. They don't have to mean anything if you don't want them to. It's just a bit of fun. Besides, even if you believe in them, the future is never set in stone. You have the power to change it." Willow offered with an infectious smile, mug still in her hands as she glanced towards the shapes in the leaves. "Can I get you another drink, something to eat? I'm about to clock off, but I can grab you something real quick."
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(Colin O'Donoghue/ Male/ He/Him) KILLIAN BALTHAZAR has been living in Port Leiry for HIS WHOLE LIFE. They currently work as a UNIVERSITY PROFESSOR, and are 40 years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a HUNTER or if they’re connected to THE BROTHERHOOD. They tend to be quite STUBBORN and MERCILESS, but can also be LOYAL and CARING – (anna/cst/35/tw: Extreme blood/gore pics, child and animal abuse, sa.)
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NAME: Killian Balthazar AGE: 40 SPECIES: Hunter OCCUPATION: History Professor COVEN: The Brotherhood SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single
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Enemies: Brother's killer: NEED Friends: Best friends: Unrequited love: Person he's a dick to for good reasons but has a soft side for: Leon
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