Getting used to it or otherwise, the Eyes have always been mostly useless, giving sympathetic warps of some unknown person's memories or the weather for the Thursday after next in Hawaii. Being the juicebox for a couple of melodramatic morons hasn't changed that. It's only upped the frequency. There's still a vast amount of Useless to deal with, but every so often there's one-
-held in gilded cages forged of power and prestige, kept close on leashes like the starved wolves-
No, even that was kind of useless, but an obvious useless. A useless that nags in your head and stays there for the entire month you sit and listen to the city lights whisper slanders, your roommates sit around like drunk and incompetent idiots, and - like always - there's some egomaniac witch running the show. The whole thing feels like home used to.
Which is exceedingly no bueno. Liam did mention some type of amazing date with a vampire before disappearing into the depths of the booze well, but either way there are obviously more drunk and incompetent idiots floating about. The question is how do you hunt down a hunter.
Easy.
Be the dumbass human who sits on a park bench at midnight, one, two in the morning. No witnesses, no nearby lights, no easy ability to get help, and on top of it is too busy playing phone tetris to pay attention to their surroundings. Literally the perfect prey.
The chance of demise is 83%, slow and painful, Our morals are out of place here.
Moonlight Trysts; Closed to Cooper
-held in gilded cages forged of power and prestige, kept close on leashes like the starved wolves-
No, even that was kind of useless, but an obvious useless. A useless that nags in your head and stays there for the entire month you sit and listen to the city lights whisper slanders, your roommates sit around like drunk and incompetent idiots, and - like always - there's some egomaniac witch running the show. The whole thing feels like home used to.
Which is exceedingly no bueno. Liam did mention some type of amazing date with a vampire before disappearing into the depths of the booze well, but either way there are obviously more drunk and incompetent idiots floating about. The question is how do you hunt down a hunter.
Easy.
Be the dumbass human who sits on a park bench at midnight, one, two in the morning. No witnesses, no nearby lights, no easy ability to get help, and on top of it is too busy playing phone tetris to pay attention to their surroundings. Literally the perfect prey.
The chance of demise is 83%, slow and painful, Our morals are out of place here.
...This was highly unwise.
Meh. Yolo. Seventeen is still pretty high.