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Slowly, Will ascended into Hunter's. He'd just buried four of his Hunters, Charles and three of the guards. Hunter's was deserted except for two people. Ace and Queenie still stood at the doors, guarding Hunter's from attack. Joker was probably patrolling outside. Slowly, Will approached the two bouncers. "Why didn't you two want to come to the funeral?"

Queenie was silent as always, but Ace responded, for once somber and reserved. "Sir, three of the people you buried were fellow guards. They manned their posts to the end. I speak for all of the other guards when I say that we wouldn't be honoring them if we left our own posts to attend their funeral. We'll keep Hunter's and Haven safe. You just focus on getting the bastards that killed our guys."

Will nodded in acceptance, turned, and left for Haven. They didn't need to worry, he'd insure that vengeance was achieved.

((Sorry about making this post, especially to Rikku, but it is a post which is helping me to keep rping and it kinda involves the hunters, but I swear my character shall never enter any hunter place

Edit: Ok then so this post gets ignored, seems hunters don't give a damn about others))

Out of no where a male human hunters body fades outside the entrance near the bouncers feet, on his cheek is the ying yang symbol and poking out of his neck is a throwing knife which has the words Kuro Shi written on it

Grunting, Will pulled himself up by his arms into Hunter's. Damn, but having his leg shot sucked. Made getting up the ladder to get a bloody drink hell! Pulling the folding wheelchair up after him, Will set it up and slipped into it. Rolling up to the bar, he didn't need to say anything before Hunter had a bottle of Jack Daniels placed in Will's hand. Nodding in thanks, Will's popped off the cap and started chugging the liqour down. Lord but he'd missed the feel of alcohol going down his throat.

Jaffar ran after her as best as he could.He eventually found her at the bar."Skaiska listen to me. I'm not mad at you. It's not your fault. It's mine."

"Skiaska it is MY fault. I should have payed more attention to her. Dont you dare blame yourself for what I did. If I spent more time with her she wouldn't have been jelouse when she saw us." With that Jaffar left the bar and headed back to his room at the Haven.

Idly noting Skiaska and Jaffar talking before Skiaska ran back down to Haven looking a bit sick, Will continued to slam back the alcohol. Years of drinking the hardest stuff imaginable had given him an amazing tolerance. After all, when he started out as a Hunter he didn't expect to live this long so hard drinking had become a favorite "live for the moment" activity and his liver be damned. So after his second straight bottle of Jack Daniels, he was still only buzzed.

That was why it came as such as surprise when Hunter gripped his wrist in a gentle but firm hold when he started to reach for another bottle. "Billy me lad, tha' be enoff o' that."

"What're ya talkin' about, Hunter? I can hold alot more liqour than that."

"I know ye can, boyo. But ye be drinkin' fer the wrong reasons."

At this Will was quiet, before whispering out a soft and depressed reply. "If booze isn't for helping you forget, then what is it for?"

Gently Hunter took his hand away and came around the bar to sit down next to him. "Aye, the bottle can help ye forget fer a wee bit, but thas all it can do, laddie. Only by talkin' can ye heal the hurt that drinkin' helps ye forget."

Silence reigned for a moment before Will wheeled himself about and headed back down towards Haven. "I'm going to go get a beer from Cookie, I'm sure he's got at least that much down in that kitchen of his."

Pausing at the door, he called out softly. "Hunter?"

"Aye Will?"

"I'll think about talking about it. Just not yet."

And with that he was gone from the bar, descending down into Haven.

She had followed a lead, but it had led her nowhere.

Deidre looked at the neon sign proclaiming Hunter's, wondering if she even deserved to come back. It had been a pain in the a** to navigate through the floodwaters, but even with the work she wasn't sure she wanted to go through with it.

They had been fighting the Lunites, and she had left them. She could try to explain her reasons...try to explain about him, about what he'd done...but they wouldn't understand. What was one man and a petty vendetta to a city in danger? Deidre couldn't possibly put into words how important it was she find him, so when she heard rumors of him in Chicago, she had to get there as fast as she could.

There had been nothing there but vampires. He had not been there. They hadn't known anything about him. So she bore the scars from her mistake, and came back.

So now what, she scowled to herself, come crawling back to the people she abandoned, hope they take her back? Say "I'm sorry I abandoned you when you needed every gun you could, but I've got my reasons and I can't tell you them." It'd never work.

But she had nowhere else to go, and once you were a Hunter, you couldn't go back.

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Neon blue hair pushed its way through the crowd, a look or two at the woman, at the multitude of bandages around her arms, but the dancers resumed their dancing soon enough. Deidre didn't mind...she wasn't in the mood to party, not right now.

Would they even recognize her? Would they even remember her? Who knew?

She sat down at the bar, wet, but so was everyone else. It was a good thing she had used water-resistant bandages, she thought, looking at her arms, the last thing she needed was an infection.

Hunter had his back to her, attending to something she could not see. She was about to get his attention when she thought of something. What had it been, that she had said again...?

Ah yes.

"Hey, old man!" she said, drawing his attention. She grinned. "Something heavy," she said, echoing the first thing she had said to him, "And something that'll make it hard to keep standing."