ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴡɴ.

[vampiracy]

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Sʏʟᴀʀ.

If he's honest, he doesn't exactly like being an errand boy for the nest. He knows that it's best to stay in the fold instead of break out of it, and his sire is quick to breathe down his neck if he's gone too long. That's why he's back in town, and picking up duties that he's neglected for a few months. He won't keep his seat if he keeps on that way, and he's determined not to lose his standing.

He has plans, and falling through the ranks is not going to get him there.

So when the topic of paying a new contract was raised, he offered to nail down the dirty details. If he's honest he's curious about this meta human they've hired to clean up messes left behind. The pirate honestly would rather his kind not leave a mess to be cleaned, but that's not a battle he's like to win today.

He helps himself into the shop, glancing around with at least a vague curiosity before he tings a bell hoping for attention. The man that answers seems rather ordinary, and Killian gives a smile that has too much teeth to be particularly warm. "Looking for the fellow that owns this place," he says, tone friendly enough.

ᴛʜᴇ Jᴏʟʟʏ Rᴏɢᴇʀ, ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ.

He's done a lot of running around since he's arrived back from his travels. He's invited a few of his friends round to his bar to check in with them, with a back room open for only those that have been specifically welcomed.

That doesn't mean that the place is closed to everyone else, though; it's a popular enough pub, and the prices are fairly low for a person that wants to get pissed and doesn't care too much about how fancy the drinks they're taking happen to be.

He's usually in the back, but, on occasion he can be found at the pool table. Who says you can't scrub your own patrons? If you manage to beat him, he might even get you a drink.

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Tɪɴᴋᴇʀ Bᴇʟʟ.

( it's a bit odd, isn't it, for a vampire to stay in? he supposes that's true enough, and he's out plenty of nights. and days, his ring grants him freedom most can't boast. still, even if he doesn't sleep particularly long hours, tonight he's in on his own, and there's a bit of relief in that.

it seems every time he comes back to London, a timer sets in his feet that demands he leave again. he can't keep picking up and moving where the wind blows, there are things that demand his attention here and he knows that the longer he spends away, the more he'll lose control. his sire is unhappy for how long he's been gone, things are shifting out of place and he'll never stay on top of it if he doesn't stay still.

if he's honest — and he never is, especially not with himself — the emptiness clings, whether he's in London or halfway across the world.

he doesn't expect much of the evening. it's dark and befitting of what he is, now, and he's nursing a bottle to try and get to at least a mild buzz. there might be a furry gray creature nestled on his chest, and since he's alone he'll even run a few doting touches over soft features as the demonic thing purrs with utter contentment. )

I used to be a bloody pirate captain, you know. ( the cat doesn't answer his bitter musings of spending his nights petting a cat and watching terrible television considering his epic past, she just tucks her face into her paws and purrs more. if the cat is meant to be frightened of him, either for his villainous past or his current state of undead, she must have missed that memo. he pretends he doesn't dote on the cat, but when he's alone, it's hard not to.

she'll go home soon enough, he's not sure when; just that when she does the place will seem even more vacant than usual. it's like he's forgotten how to make a place feel like home. then again, did he ever really know how to do that? )

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[falsify]

It's always nice when an old contact comes back to town. Except when it's not. Or when Eames doesn't care. But as one of maybe three vampires in the world that Eames can stand, he feels sort of obliged to come welcome Killian back. So he's going to do that very thing, walking through the bar until he spots the vampire of the hour.

"Mr. Jones," Eames greets him with a warm, easy smile, "back in town, I see."

[vampiracy]

He's certainly not expecting a welcoming committee, but he doesn't mind it either. Vampires rarely get on with fae, and that makes it harder to keep up alliances with them. It'd taken years, and a great deal of information bought and sold, to manage to more or less get along with Eames. It was worth the effort, as far as he was concerned. A lucrative partnership was his favorite kind.

"I wonder what little bird told you that." He could wonder, but it wasn't likely he'd ever know one way or another. "That I am, a few days now. If you're fit for a drink you can it on the house, as long as mum is the word. Horrible for business." Not that it stopped him, Hook gave out way too many drinks. It was the pirate in him.

[falsify]

"It'll be our little secret," Eames winks conspiratorially and tips his head toward the bar. A free drink is rarely a bad thing and he's not a man who'll turn one down; it might be bad business, but it's great friendship.

Free things aside however, Eames is a little curious about what's brought Killian back to London. If there are problems in the Nest, that could be an opportunity in the making. Or potential entertainment at the very least. (Not that he expects to be told, but he's confident he could feel it out anyway.) If it's just his sire or a bout of homesickness, on the other hand. Well, that's boring. His tone and expression are the picture of friendly curiosity, apparently just straight up asking people for all their gossip isn't the done thing. "So what brings you back to our rainy shores?"

[vampiracy]

It's probably true that Eames is not like to get bold information about the Nest. Hook knows better than that. There's one fae he tends to tell a little too much about the affairs of vampires, but she tends to be a bit more trustworthy than the man that makes a living selling secrets. He is careful what he says around him — he's an ally, but a dangerous one. He's sure to be on his best behavior, though he's not above giving something away if he thinks he could get away with it.

His loyalty to the Nest is only as far as his sire can manipulate, and as much as he respects her, that's not a hell of a lot.

"What, I couldn't just miss home sweet home?" London was his home only in technicalities, but the idea was there. "Spend too much time wandering and they start to wonder if you'll ever come back again." Which was a nice way of saying he was required back, whether he liked it or not. (He didn't.)