TWRPtober | Day 9 | Computer Wife

TWRPtober | Day 9 | Computer Wife

Detroit was always more alive in the night. It was when most of the creatures were out, whether to feed or to torment, or even just live their lives, it didn’t matter. They were unnatural creatures who didn’t belong in this realm and needed to be taught their place. That was the part Jordi always enjoyed. There was a secret order to be had, a way to keep the balance of the world in the favor of the humans. It was less about protecting the world, he didn’t care much for the world outside of the other hunters. But, it was all he knew, all he had been taught from a young age. Brought to the city as a young child, he knew of the monsters that go bump in the night. He had encountered them in many ways, shapes and forms. Not only was there an oppressive presence of vampire and werewolves, but the covens that sprouted up, as well as those in between who didn’t seem to fit into any of the categories. More and more, he began to learn and started to work to get rid of them. It wasn’t until he was much older than he truly committed to the Salem Guild, having seen enough of the night life to know they needed to really band together and do something about it. By that time, the head of the guild had changed to its current, Hank Anderson, but it hardly mattered to Jordi. He decided to stick by and teach the other young ones the way to defeat their enemies. 

He was on his way back to their headquarters after spending some time at the bar. It was the best place to scope out for some targets, especially the leeches. Lesser vampires had a tendency to prey on weak and drunken humans. But, tonight wasn’t his night. He took out a cigarette as he walked, lighting it up. It was a habit he was trying to quit, but the best he could do was moderation. He took a long drag, holding it for a moment, before just exhaling slowly.

Behind him, as he passed an alley, there was a sound like something being dropped. The smoke he blew out seemed to push out from the alley, not a constant gust but a small draft as if he had missed something falling beside him. Jordi flicked the cigarette to the sidewalk with a huff as he slowly stepped closer. He reached under the back of his jacket where his gun was tucked into his belt, silver bullets loaded and ready for whatever could be hiding. There in the dark, slumped over was a familiar figure. Jordi relaxed and just let out a sigh.

“Well, shit,” he crouched down to push the man over, another hunter who he hadn’t seen for a few days, “You sure seemed to run into something bad, didn’t you? Not a bloodsucker or a wolf, that’s for sure.”

He pulled out his phone to make a call, giving a huff when it went to voicemail. Unsurprising given the late hour, “Boss, its Chin. Figured out what happened to Henriks. I’d say he ran into a particularly vicious witch,” he pushed the man on the grounds’ form over with his foot to get a look at his face, “Bloody, but not drained... You see Doe before I do, tell him he owes me $50.”

He hung up and tucked the phone away and just gave a sigh, “Shouldn’t have gone off alone, kid. Maybe this’ll be a good lesson to the others.” He dragged the body towards one of the dumpsters in the alley, lifting him up and tossing him inside. He tossed in a bunch of the paper sitting around and lit a match, letting it fall on top. He stepped away as the whole thing went up in flames, “One less thing to worry about,” he leaned over to pick up his cigarette again, luckily still lit, and kept walking as he took another drag. 

mentions: @musescollective​ @finalfcrm​ 

This one took at least a month lol, but first illustration of the year!!

Jordi new tags - 

>>001{ not the pizza guy }jordi.ic

>>001{ fast cars and gun smoke }jordi.aes

>>001{ you know this isn’t personal right? }jordi.musing

>>001{ the hitman }jordi chin

>>001{ inter gang drama intensifies }jordi.drabble

>>001{ who cares about the details? }jordi.hc

verses-

>>101{ highest bidder gets my loyalty }v.canon

>>201{ old dog; new tricks }v.canon 2

>>301{ its a thankless job } v.free

>>401{ we learn from failure not success } salem guild excl.

prev. / @institutetruther

Things in this new, changed world hadn't quite been what he expected. Turning the world into complete and utter fear, sure, but Elias's own place within that world wasn't what he anticipated. Though, in a way it was far superior. Never had he imagined how good it would feel to see everything to such an extent. All that fear flowed through him, spilling out in words he couldn't even stop it if he wanted to. His free will had been taken away almost entirely. Almost. His mind at least still seemed to exist separately from the body that told fears without pause. A gift? Perhaps. Or maybe Beholding simply dubbed it unnecessary. It got what it wanted of him after all.

His mind turned towards something in the distance, something that seemed familiar somehow. It was fuzzy, the blurry image of a domain that was guarded, but not entirely protected from the Eye's all seeing gaze. The protection around the house almost felt... Bitter. As if out of spite did it hide itself. Perhaps that would explain the energy he felt. Curious... If Elias put his mind to it, could he throw it there?

He focused, distancing himself from the cacophony of fear he could hear from his own mouth. It was a flicker, a fragment of a mind controlled, but he could see beyond himself. Once he managed to let go, he opened his eyes to the dark of the house. It was mostly unremarkable, but the place stunk of the Stranger. It was a sure confirmation to what he had expected, to who he believed was the one watching this domain.

"Well, this is a surprise," Elias's voice was distant and present all at once, even as his form seemed to only exist in a ray of light from the sky, "Tim. I never imagined I'd see you again. Let alone that you would have somehow survived... Well, you know." The smile on Elias's face was clear from any angle. As he spoke, there almost seemed to be whispers of fear still spilling from him, evident he wasn't completely separate from himself.

For everyone: Describe paradise.

Jordi hummed to himself, considering the request. After a long deliberation, he shrugged, giving a big smile, “With my gun in hand and money in the bank, I’m already in paradise. What could be better than what I’m already living?”

Dusan raised the glass to his lips, taking a sip of his whiskey, “Paradise? If you’re implying I think there’s some sort of afterlife, you can just stop right there,” he set the glass down, folding his arms, “Paradise isn’t real, it can’t be achieved, man. The only thing we can do is make the best of life while we’re here. And I’m on my way to it,” he smirked. 

“Paradise...” the monk’s systems whirred as he pressed his hands together and his censors blinked excitedly, “It is a place where all are equal, all are at peace, and the world is finally one. Within the light of the Iris, it will be achieved. Whether or not you hate or love, or believe, you will be one with all some day.”

Elias simply hummed at the request as he continued to write on the page he was writing, “Paradise is too good for us, isn’t it? What’s life without a little fear, after all?” he stopped writing just long enough to glance up at the anon and give a wide smirk. 

“Times like these, I’m reminded of advice that one of my brothers once told his followers,” the boy cleared his throat, preparing to get into the zone of such wise words,” ‘ You don't know what you got 'til it's gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot,’ “ he let out a sigh, slumping his shoulders and shook his head, “Paradise for me is probably a place where my family is safe, but so, so, far away from me.”