[Halloween - B] Afraid of the Dark? (Nitratine & Corbenic)

[Skye Starrfyre]

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You're walking home in the dark and soon hear the sound of footsteps following behind you. Every time you turn around, nothing is there. If you try to quicken your pace, the footsteps start running right along with you. No matter how you try to see behind you--if you use your phone camera or if you look in window reflections, you can't see anything...but you know it's getting closer. If you don't run fast enough, you can almost feel a hand on your arm, a breath on your neck...

You need to get home, fast.

If you can.

All in all, Bill could honestly say that he had not dedicated much of his time to the magical side of his life. He was too busy with this and there was far more to do with that. There might have been a fair amount of 'avoiding the situation' involved as well... More than a fair amount, really.

Denial was not just a river in Egypt.

Something about that night making his way home from a late shift at the bar was different, though. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something, or someone, following him. It was an antsy kind of feeling that made him want to itch and when he couldn't figure out how to scratch it he powered up. That would help him feel a bit more confident, right?

Wrong... If anything, it only amped up the sensation, setting him even further on edge. "... T'hell with this. Just... Gotta make it home, goddamn."

xxxxGrymoire

 

[Skye Starrfyre]

The lingering feeling of Chaos nearby was unpleasant, to say the least. It left prickling bumps along his arms, the hair standing at the back of his neck. He wanted to be able to say that was the worst of it-- that whatever looming presence he'd felt as a civilian was just that and nothing more.

He would like to be able to say that was it, yet he knew that it wasn't. The Chaos was new, only adding on to the feeling that he was being followed. Something else was nearby, breathing down his neck and...

"For Christ's sake. If you're going to start somethin' just come out and get it over with already, will you?"

Grymoire

 

[Skye Starrfyre]

"I'm afraid I left my sense of adventure elsewhere tonight. There's something out there other than your lot tonight. You telling me you don't feel that?" He squared himself off, standing tall as his hand went do the drinking horn at his hip. It wasn't useful, at least not that he'd noticed, but he could at least attempt to give off the air that it was.

Was it possible to fake that much confidence?

It might have been had he not gotten a chill following what felt like breath on the back of his neck. His hand came up and he started swatting at the sensation, surprised when it didn't make contact with anything nearby him. "If you've got a friend here with you, tell 'im to knock it th'heck out."

Grymoire

 

[Skye Starrfyre]

On the civilian side of things Bill was not a fighter. He stood up when there was need to do so and he defended where he could, but he wasn't one to throw punches. He didn't strike out and he didn't raise his voice, at least not loudly enough to be anything other than heard above the din of whatever bar he happened to be in.

Something about that had to change, however. The first night he'd discovered this magical side of his life the silver-haired man could have killed him -- might have had it not been for the senshi's interception. He didn't feel anyone else lingering around to come to his rescue this time. He was going to have to step it up.

"Of course you don't. I'm sure you could handle me all on your own... So let's just get this over with, alright? It's been a long night and I'd like to head home."

Grymoire

 

[Skye Starrfyre]

That drew a laugh from him as he shook his head, the sound more bitter than it was his usual laugh to the point where it almost startled him. Paranoia had rooted itself deeply with the sensation that he'd been followed from the moment he left the bar. He was going to choose to trust his gut in this case. He'd need energy to get home and without it he could be vulnerable to the same kind of whatever the silver-haired man had tried to do to him before.

"No dice." He shifted his grip around the drinking horn for support as he took a swing at the dark haired person.

Grymoire

 

[Skye Starrfyre]

"Hurt? No, I'd honestly prefer not to. Disable and prevent from taking energy or starseeds or whatever the heck it is you're trying to do? You betcha." He'd spent enough time on one or two softball teams tied to the various bars he'd worked at over the years to catch the apple bare-handed as it came at him. As if it were nothing more than a softball, he tossed it right back, realizing what he'd done only after the fact.

"Look. You can just go home too, y'know... Before whatever it was that was after me comes for you too."

Grymoire

 

[Skye Starrfyre]

The other man might have had the experience on the powered side of things, but Corbenic liked to think that he had more life experience on his side when it came to bouncing, brawls and bar fights. He saw the slender officer coming his way, dipping to the side and dodging his fist while sweeping his foot out in an attempt to knock him to the ground. "Gonna call bull on that too. There's something else out here tonight, even if you're too power drunk to feel it."

Grymoire

 

[Skye Starrfyre]

He stumbled over the kick, feet tripping him up a bit further as a jolt of pain shot through his leg. He cursed -- somewhat of a rare thing for him, all things considered -- and took off running the moment he was steady enough on his feet to do so. It didn't matter if this guy, whoever the hell he was, could feel the looming presence or not. He sure as heck wasn't going to stick around until it got one or both of them over a petty squabble. Destiny City was strange enough without becoming one of its many mystery disappearances.

Grymoire