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Eron fixed the other with a 'innocent' smile of his as he looked at the other. The town was full of ghost. Some where definitely more pleasant than others. For some reason, some of them were not a big fan of a gossipy fae who seemed to have a endless amount of energy. Who would have thought?

The fae's attention was brought back to the present when the other began talking again. Eron listened and let out a hum. He had forgotten about ghosts ability to enter dreams. "You definitely are right about that. Wouldn't necessarily think I needed to be on my guard in my dreams. Hell, I don't think I could be on my guard." Eron admitted with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

Eron's mouth just about fell open at the other man's assumption. "Hello, have you seen me? You think someone would cheat on this?" Eron asked with a snort as he gestured to his body. "My friend has a new boyfriend who he is convinced has been loyal to him. Despite the fact that everything says otherwise. However, the boyfriend will merely act like normal if he spots me trying to dig up some dirt on him. But...If a certain someone did the digging in my place? He would have no reason to be on his guard."

"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?"

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Will let out a sigh. "In theory? Yes. However some people have quite the high pain tolerance. Especially those that have been alive for longer and have experienced a eventful life." Will explained with a shrug of his shoulders. "But, yes, in theory they would work against everyone. It's just mostly how long you want it to work is the question."

Will couldn't help but to smirk pridefully. "Call to Arms is a shop and I'm a weaponsmith. Most of the weapons here are handcrafted by me. Have been training to be a gunsmith as well." Will was not the most talkative person. But his shop? Was something Will was insanely proud of considering he's worked his ass off to build it and the reputation. "Tasers aren't to expensive since the guy who produces them gives me a fair price. Most of them are around the 30 to 40 dollar price range with a few higher quality ones. Most people come here for the more dramatic weapons, so that's where I get most of my profits." Will said with a snort. "And I do offer installments for those that live in the town. Just so that way I know where to go to if someone isn't making payments." Will may be a human, but he was not afraid to get one of his merchandise and make a house visit.

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?"

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Will attempted to look the other over and considered what he could be. However hearing his request? Will was almost confident the other was a human. Most supernatural creatures are way to prideful to admit that they needed some protection and were interested in a taser or pepper spray.

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.

Finley had certainly travelled to quite a few places since he decided to travel the world before coming to the town were he was supposedly from. Many of the places he visited were dangerous of course, but he didn't feel the need to carry any protection on him since he never tended to venture out at night. The nightlife wasn't the Irishman's thing.

Yet, being in this town, he felt that it was best he grabbed something to be able to defend himself with if he needed. The amount of ghosts he had seen since arriving in town was astronomical compared to anywhere else. Fair, he hadn't spoke to them but surely with this amount of dead, this town must be dangerous. So that was how the human found himself in Call to Arms. Did he really want to carry a gun however? He had never fired one before and the thought of doing so made him stomach queasy. Maybe a taser?

The voice startled his thoughts and attention as he looked up to the staff member. "Oh. I...umm...I was just looking is all. For some sort of protection..." He chewed the inside of his lower lip as he looked back down to the counter sheepishly. "Maybe like...a taser or pepper spray or something."

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Eron let out a mock gasp as he heard Jack's reply. "Wow. Not just that. I have plenty more questions!" Eron said with a cheeky grin on his face as he looked at the other. The look of frustration was a familiar and amusing look to the fae, and he took great pride in causing it in almost record breaking timing at this point. A true master of the craft.

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."

When the knock on his office door had happened, Jack had assumed that he was going to be having a new client. What he got though was this. "You really came all the way to my office just to ask that?" The clear look of frustration was evident on the PI's face as he hovered over by his desk, arms folded across his chest.

"It's not exactly a pain but it's not exactly fun either." He rolled his eyes as he moved to close over the door to his office that the other had left open. Having been dead for the good part of a couple of decades, he had learned a thing or two of what it was he could do. "I can't exactly interact with most things and when I can, it takes a lot of energy. I don't need to sleep or eat but...well, you still miss those kind of stuff."

Jack sighed as he moved closer to the fae. "Now, did you actually need my help with something or couldn't you just go bother one of the many other ghosts in town."

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@ash-hearth-hex

Sweets were not normally something that Will partook in. Between the forging and training, Will always felt the need to be in the best shape possible. Especially as he climbed up there in age. Will was but a human, after all. He wasn't 'blessed' with the ability to have the perfect body for eternity. So he wasn't going to destroy all of his hard work because of a sweet tooth.

However, Will decided that there are still times when he can treat himself with a nice little reward. And thanks to his hectic schedule? Now was going to be one of those times. Staying up for the past three nights in order to get done with a special request from one of the residents and also attending his training was one hell of a hassle. But now he had the next three days off, and he was going to splurge a little bit.

The forger made his way into the bakery and allowed the scent to wash over him. Heavy eyes raked over every inch of the bakery before he slumped towards the sweets case. Furrowing his eyes in almost a comedic look of thought as he considered all of the various options. He looked up at the worker. "What do you like here?" He demanded to know, curious to see if whatever it was would call out to him.

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God… Henry Carvill It's so tasty... I just wanted one of these

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CODY CHRISTIAN

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@havensentc

Work, alcohol, and gossip seem to have been the cycle that Eron went through each and every day. And he loved it. There was nothing more fun than seeing what secrets lips would spread whenever alcohol got involved. Would Eron do anything with the information? In most cases, no. He was to nice for that. But there are times that he loves to have a good little teasing session.

Which was why he was a little less than amused when his friend decided to gesture over to their priest to join them. Because, honestly, how was he supposed to tease someone in front of a religious leader? While Eron didn't know just what he believed in yet, he definitely wasn't going to spite them needlessly. And then his friend apparently took this as their chance to escape after the three of them conversed for a little while.

"Well...Father Faustus, I don't know if you want to stay around me to much all by yourself. I might rub off on you. Pick up a few of my bad habits." Eron joked with a grin. "Although if you have any juicy info for me, don't feel to shy to tell me okay?"

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@scmthingbad

Eron couldn't help but to strut into the tattoo parlor. The fae's eyes looked around before finding the familiar face. Huffing, Eron allowed himself to shrink into his pixie size. Eron was able to sneakily make his way towards his friend and land lightly on his shoulder, looking down at the human that he was tattooing. Eron leaned closer so he could speak into his friend's ear.

"I'm sorry. But do not tell me you cancelled our plans for this monstrosity?" Eron said with a sound of pure horror and aghast, making sure to speak low enough that the human wouldn't be able to hear him whispering into his friends ear. "How many tattoos can this human fit on his body?! And tell me that doesn't say 'I love mom!'" Christian may not be allowed to judge his customers, but that's okay. Eron will judge them enough for both of them.

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@soughthaven

"So, like, I want to apologize in advance. Cause I know this is probably going to annoy you. But I totally have to ask..."

Probably not the best thing to say, considering the two of them have literally just made it past first name's basis.

"But what's it like being a ghost? It sounds like it would be such a pain. But do you enjoy it more than whatever the alternative is?" Eron asked the other man curiously. The way he was talking excitably probably was just as annoying as his question as he gave the other a charming smile. "Sorry! Just super excited to speak to one of the ghosts around here!"

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A man of few words, it wasn't unheard of for Will to work longer nights than the rest of his staff. Call to Arms was ALMOST open 24 hours. After all, some of the town's inhabitants prefer the cover of night more than the blaring sun. And who was Will to discriminate between clientele? Especially if they were willing to pay quite well.

Another reason he liked working the later nights was that it allowed him time to mentally plan what new weapons he wanted to forge. Often times doodling the design on the counter of the shop while he attempted to keep an eye on the few customers he would get. Although tonight was surprisingly busy.

"You need help with something?" Will's deep voice was clipped and straight to the point. Will was never the best at 'customer service.' Which is why he preferred the late nights and his foregery in the back. But he was solo tonight, so he couldn't forge anything without anyone watching the shop. He noticed the lack of a item in the other man's hands, so he figured that he needed help finding something or was wanting a special request when he stepped up to the human's counter.

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Have you heard of [ Will Calloway], The word around Haven Springs is that they’re a [ Human] who look like [ Henry Cavill]. I think they work at / or own [ Owner of Call to Arms Weaponsmith] but I hear they’re [ Serious, Loyal, and Cordial] and a little [ No-nonsense, reserved, and loner.] They’re also into [ a lot!] and not into [ death and scat].

Age: 40

Occupation: Owner of Call To Arms (Weaponsmith/Shop Owner)

Role: Verse (Top Leaning)

Will Calloway has always simply minded his business. In a town such as Haven Springs? He thinks that's the best way for a human to live. He didn't cause to much of a ruckus and simply minded his own. Granted, being as anti-social as he was definitely didn't help. Will is blunt and to the point. Something that his family had tried to train out of him. They wanted a more socialite of a son. But Will had no desire to change.

As Will grew older, he began to have a appreciation for weapons. The one thing that could give humans a fighting chance. Not just against supernatural creatures, but each other as well. With mommy and daddy's money, he was able to travel and train on how to use and master as many weapons. From modern firearms to more ancient weapons. In time, he decided to spread his love of the weapons. Opening up a weaponshop. Pretty soon after, a ghost made a habit of stopping by. And they befriended one another. They agreed to help Will learn the ways of weaponsmithing.

Will as he did with anything, took his training seriously. And he worked hard to create high quality items regardless if it was a simple kunai or one of his more extravagant weapons. He's been learning gunsmithing as well, although he's not comfortable enough to exactly put any of that stuff on the shelves. He's recently hired some magic-users, and he's still looking for more. Hoping to have plenty that could help enchant weapons should a customer request such a thing...For a hefty fee, of course.

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Eron Vanguard

Intro. Selfies. Starters.

Will Calloway

Intro. Selfies. Starters.

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"You enjoying the party?"

A big grin was on Eron's face as he continued dancing to the beat of the music. The fae was never one to say no to a party, especially if said party also had drinks. Eron's body moved and swayed as he looked at the next person to cross his path, the fae's eyes taking on a playful and flirty tone to them.

"I'm letting you know now. The Rum on that counter over there? To die for." Eron joked with a laugh and a big grin on his face. Lost in the bliss of the tipsyness and music. "I was told that this was for someone's birthday but...I don't really remember who's it was." Eron admitted sheepishly.

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@mysticmxn

Eron let out a chuckle as he gave a pat on the man's shoulder before moving past him. Eron Vanguard had a lot of things he loved to drink. He loved to help people and especially loved to heal them at the hospital. He loved to socialize and have fun. And he even loved playing a prank every now and then. But what was probably his favorite thing to do? Was to simply have a good ole time at one of the local bars.

Eron first enjoyed alcohol because it was usually around a social event. And for the gossipy and playful fae? Those types of events were right up his alley. Eron was definitely a few drinks in and was feeling the buzz when he bumped into a familiar face. Recognizing him almost instantly.

"Mal! It's been like, foooorever," Eron says with a big grin on his face. It totally hasn't been forever. But to Eron? It's felt like forever. "How have you been?"

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Have you heard of [ Eron Vanguard], The word around Haven Springs is that they’re a [ Fae] who look like [ Cody Christian]. I think they work at / or own [ Nurse at the Hopsital] but I hear they’re [ Sweet, kind, and social] and a little [ playful and gossipy.] They’re also into [ a lot!] and not into [ Scat and Death].

Age: 35

Occupation: Nurse at The Haven Springs Hospital

Role: Verse

Eron Vanguard would consider himself blessed. He never necessarily struggled much with anything nor was there a dramatic secret event that suddenly changed his outlook in things. He was...Well, just a normal fae who was optimistic. He enjoys helping people, and so as he got older the Hospital seemed like the perfect spot for him. Helping the doctors tend to those that needed help. When not at work? Eron isn't exactly a stranger to anywhere with alcohol and people. Enjoying being around others and simply having a good time.

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