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LIKE OR REBLOG FOR STARTER FROM JORDI

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. 

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Theirs was a face that Elias would never forget. The form they took was simple enough, not standing out despite what they truly were. Elias found it remarkable in its own. But, it wouldn't distract him. As much as was in the mind of this being, he couldn't look too hard, lest he be lost in the mind of something far beyond himself.

He nodded, choosing to take the seat across from them, "Yes, Elias is fine," he remarked, folding his hands together on top of the table, "Tea would be lovely actually. It was a bit of a walk to get here."

He didn't have to wait long, briefly glancing towards the waiter to flag him for his tea. He ordered a cup of earl grey before turning back to face Sof.

"Do I really need to explain?" He cracked a little smile, "I'm here for simple curiosity. The Stranger has been very busy lately preparing for their ritual. Curious how... Fortunate they seem to be with such little time to work with, wouldn't you agree?"

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Elias’s eyes are not gray in the sense that that’s the color they are. No, they are gray in the sense that they are old, worn, and certainly don’t belong in the head that they are in. The point of saying they were gray in context was just to emphasize the fact that they don’t belong, that they know more than they seem, that they are well worn and used. And....have been passed through honestly a few heads too many. The eyes are dead and grayed. The way a corpse starts to look the moment after death. 

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