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Post by indeath on Feb 20, 2024 18:45:22 GMT -6
Grim was perched precariously against the building with his camera in hand. His back was aching from a previous tree incident but he ignored it, he needed to get paid more. Then maybe he could see a masseuse. His marks had just finished their drinks and were getting steadily more handsy.
It would only be a moment before they’d start getting busy and he’d get the pictures his client wanted. He was pretty sure she would be less happy with them than without, ignorance was bliss. Still a job was a job, perhaps she could console herself in his arms. Grim was distracted for a moment by the thought but a sudden squeal brought him back to reality. He directed his camera back at the bed, ready to capture the two mid coitus.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Feb 21, 2024 1:02:49 GMT -6
The street below was quiet, empty, as the the seedier parts of the city tended to become as day turned to night.
The lone man strolling down the sidewalk was whistling to himself, his hands in his pockets, pace leisurely. His expensive shoes clicked satisfyingly against the pavement, and he was dressed to the nines in a dark suit that accentuated the pale cast of his skin.
He glanced upwards, his stride unbroken as he looked over the man with his camera. That certainly didn’t look legal, or safe.
And so he stopped, pretending he hadn’t seen him at all. Reached into his jacket pocket, flipping open a gold cigarette case and a matching lighter.
He lit a cigarette, lifting it to his lips with a gloved hand, and waited.
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Post by indeath on Feb 21, 2024 5:00:55 GMT -6
Grim’s focus was on the action going on inside and he grinned as things got heated. Maybe he’d print off a couple copies for himself, the guy was built in more ways than one. He began taking photos, the flash going wild.
Wait. Fuck. Grim tried to turn it off but he’d suddenly forgotten how. There was a button, right? Was it a switch? Shit. He’d just found it when a large angry arm reached out from the window grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. He put out his arms to avoid being pulled into the room, somehow he doubted it was an invitation to join in.
“Fucking Perv! I’m gonna paint the pavement with your skull!”
Definitely not pillow talk. Grim began scrambling trying to get out of the large man’s grip very aware that there was a significant drop underneath him. The odds were not in his favor. He was extremely glad he’d listened to Charlotte and invested in a camera strap.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Feb 21, 2024 5:29:15 GMT -6
Azael let out a slow breath, smoke billowing into the evening air. He took a measured step backwards for a better view, dark eyes drinking in every second of the scuffle. At the shout, he absently ashed the cigarette, smiling to himself.
If the cameraman fell the wrong way, his brains very well might end up painted across the pavement. Wouldn’t that be a treat.
A familiar satisfaction prickled across his skin at the array of emotions he sensed - lust, shock, embarrassment, rage. He took another drag of the cigarette, waiting patiently for the scene to play out.
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Post by indeath on Feb 21, 2024 18:07:53 GMT -6
Grim jerked about while trying to maintain a hold on the building and not get dragged in. It was a struggle he was currently losing. It was time to fight dirty. He leaned towards the arm currently holding him and gave it a hard bite, man was just lucky he didn’t have his goblin teeth right now.
The man grunted loudly letting go and swinging a punch that landed swiftly onto Grim’s face. Grim darkened the area around the guy’s face temporarily blinding him as Grim began swinging towards the pipe he’d used to get up.
The mark roared and began climbing out after him. This was not going well. Grim almost pissed himself as he straddled the pipe, it wasn’t dignified but he needed to get away from what was looking a lot like imminent death. That’s when he took notice of the addictive smell of smoke… there was someone watching? Grim took a desperate gamble.
“A.. a little help?”
He squeaked as his shirt got hooked on a nail. A large hand was swiping above him, it looked like a strange kind of dance.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Feb 22, 2024 8:28:05 GMT -6
Azael smiled up at Grim, amused. He supposed he could. It never hurt to have someone owe him a favour.
The tall man reached upward, fingers curling around Grim’s ankle. With a lazy tug, the goblin was ripped free of where he’d been snagged on the pipe.
The PI should have found himself slammed onto the concrete with an injured back, maybe a few broken ribs. A one-story fall would be more than enough to cause damage.
Instead, strangely, the fall was relatively painless. Like all he’d done was tripped on the sidewalk, scraped his palms and his knees. A tiny smear of blood on the pavement was all he had to show for his troubles.
His saviour, still calmly holding the cigarette, extended a gloved hand to help him stand.
“Y’alright?” He spoke with a heavy southern drawl, completely ignoring the man above them.
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Post by indeath on Feb 25, 2024 19:06:02 GMT -6
Grim began checking himself for injuries in disbelief, it seemed like only a scrape. Which was fantastic but also concerning… He felt for the camera also okay. This was good. He looked up at his ‘savior’ then towards the large man attempting to climb down the building.
“Yeeah… For uh now. Nice work. You a witch or somethin?”
Grim hoped it was something like that, he didn’t like owing favors to other supernatural beings, the more powerful the worse it was. He stood up dusting himself off, ready to flee if Donkey Kong managed to get down somehow.
“Oi! It’s too late, buddy. The photos are in the cloud and your wife is gonna know!”
They weren’t but hopefully that bozo had less knowledge of technology than he did. It certainly slowed the large man in his tracks.
“M..my wife?”
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Post by qhostqrowls on Mar 1, 2024 9:00:41 GMT -6
“Oh, nothing of the sort.”
Azael smile was tight lipped, his eyes narrowed in apparent amusement. His gaze had a weight to it - like he was staring straight into Grims soul - but it lifted, lazily, to the half-naked man hanging from the window when he spoke.
“Let’s make tracks before your friend gets down here, hm?”
He continued, as casually as if they were discussing the weather. His fingertips pressed against the PI’s shoulder, his touch light and brief.
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Post by indeath on Mar 9, 2024 22:00:49 GMT -6
“Yeah… yeah. Cool. Don’t need to ask me twice!”
The philanderer was gaining ground, was he really part gorilla or something? Though Grim was more concerned about his closer friend. He didn’t like owing strangers anything except maybe a handjob. He followed the Southern gent away from the scene feet hitting the pavement hard. He stopped once they were a fee blocks away, coughing a lung up as his recent smoking caught up to him. He still wanted to bum one off the stranger but that would land him even further in debt to the guy.
“So… uh just so you know… It wasn’t anything creepy. Wife wants proof of cheating for the divorce court… I’m Grim. Private Investigator.”
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Post by qhostqrowls on Mar 13, 2024 7:40:16 GMT -6
Azael patted a hand against Grim’s back as he coughed, not even slightly out of breath himself.
“Hey, no judgment from me.” He purred. “You sure have a dedication to your job. I like that in a man.”
He extended his gloved hand to shake, the lambskin leather soft and supple.
“Pleasure to meet you. Azael. I’m in sales.”
He smiled, widely, with teeth that were perfectly white and straight, and snapped open his cigarette case once again. Somewhere along the way, he’d lost the one he’d lit.
“You smoke?”
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Post by indeath on Mar 18, 2024 19:28:53 GMT -6
Grim shook the demon’s hand but looked slightly annoyed at Azael’s not being out of breath too, the guy smoked too so it was only fair. Also he hadn’t had to straddle a goddamn building. Grim put out his hand for a cigarette before he could even think more about it.
“Yeah though it used to be more social but when life gives you lemons… What kind of sales? Azael is an unusual name. Your mom marry an elf?”
Grim smiled, he’d certainly had his share of elves. Thought Azael didn’t scream elf, he was hoping it would elicit the guy’s actual race. Perhaps he was an angel and Grim could set him towards a certain demonic entity. It wasn’t against his contract if it was ‘accidental’ right?
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Post by qhostqrowls on Mar 25, 2024 0:02:36 GMT -6
Azael placed an expensive cigarette in Grims hand, selecting one for himself and flicking his lighter on with a flourish.
“Oh, you know. A little of everything. Whatever people are looking to buy.”
He winked. A not so subtle inquisition into what he was, but he supposed he was a detective. He adjusted his expression to one of faint shame, and hesitated for just the right amount of time to convey embarrassment.
“It’s demonic, unfortunately.” He took a long drag, sighing out the smoke. “But don’t let it scare you off. All I inherited from my folks is a bad taste in partners.”
He smiled again, dark eyes narrowed.
“Grim ain’t exactly conventional either.” He prompted.
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Post by indeath on Mar 25, 2024 19:55:20 GMT -6
Grim took the cigarette far more eagerly than he would have liked lighting it and sticking it in his mouth for the first drag. He could feel the tension leaving his body so when the words ‘demonic’ came up he almost swallowed the cigarette whole. He managed to grab it before he completely sucked it in.
“D…demonic you say… Y..you’re not related to anyone whose name is very similar to Yoshi from Super Mario, right? Uh Malgrim is apparently a pretty typical goblin name, my dad’s last request before he fucked off. So you don’t buy and sell souls?”
Grim’s whole body was tense now and he wondered if he had been safer on the window ledge.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Mar 26, 2024 23:30:46 GMT -6
"Who now?"
Azael tilted his head, stifling his irritation beneath bemusement.
"I don't know no Yoshi. Look, there's a reason I spend my time up top and not down below - they're all brutes as far as I'm concerned."
He waved a hand airily. Just his luck this one wasn't fond of demons. Precisely why he usually lied through his teeth about it all.
"Of course not." He placated. "Why, you wanna get rid of yours?"
He smiled broadly like he was joking.
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Post by indeath on Apr 8, 2024 19:37:34 GMT -6
Grim sighed with audible relief and gave a toothy grin. The tension left and he took a relaxed drag on the cigarette slowly this time to enjoy the flavors.
“Y… he’s just a…” Grim wanted to say schmo or something but that guy had ears everywhere. “Guy. I don’t like. Definitely brutish. Made the mistake of meddling in his affairs so I have a demonic NDA. Prefer to keep my soul thanks. So you in Wath on business or pleasure?”
Grim leaned against the wall trying to read his new ‘friend’s’ intentions. It was lucky he got along with everybody.
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