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undergrounds2016-05-15 05:26 pm
emotioneater) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-15 05:26 pm
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The Fool On The Hill
A. Cooper needed to get out more. This was quite apparent to him as word reached him of Millicent’s latest plans. Letting her vamps run wild seemed like a bad, bad idea to him. He knew a thing or two about losing control and knew none of it ever came to any good. There was no fool like an old fool. Not that Cooper would ever say such words aloud where they could get back to Miss High ‘n Mighty. He liked living, thank you very much. There was nothing to do but go for a ride. He dusted off one of his motorcycles and took off into the night.
After a few blocks, any worries he had seemed to be far away. The only one he currently had was avoiding the suicidal public, who seemed determined to walk in the middle of the road. He yelled out in annoyance at the latest person to get in his way. “Hey! Get your head outta your arse and move it!” When would he learn to keep his mouth shut? Probably never.
B. Leaving the bike behind, he hit the local pubs. It occurred to Cooper that he was a bit peckish. Seeing as how he was out of contact with his usual blood donor, he was going to need someone else to bite into. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on someone who looked like they might be up for being used as a blood bag. He sidled on up to them and crossed his fingers there were no overzealous hunters working in this part of town.
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After a few blocks, any worries he had seemed to be far away. The only one he currently had was avoiding the suicidal public, who seemed determined to walk in the middle of the road. He yelled out in annoyance at the latest person to get in his way. “Hey! Get your head outta your arse and move it!” When would he learn to keep his mouth shut? Probably never.
B. Leaving the bike behind, he hit the local pubs. It occurred to Cooper that he was a bit peckish. Seeing as how he was out of contact with his usual blood donor, he was going to need someone else to bite into. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on someone who looked like they might be up for being used as a blood bag. He sidled on up to them and crossed his fingers there were no overzealous hunters working in this part of town.
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"I will." The vampire was not the quiet type to anyone that knew him even a little bit. But he knew how to keep things close to the chest when it came to political aspects. The minute he was to let anything slip about who he favored or which way he thought the wind was blowing, that's when everything would change and blow up in his face. No, it was far better to be non-committal and strike when the time was right, surprising everyone.
Cooper grimaced at the mention of Eames. Unbeknownst to the vampire, he had indeed already met the Unseelie fae. Not that he had figured it out yet. Being unable to tell one supernatural type from another was one of Cooper's failings. "No 'n I don't intend to if I can help it. I've sworn off gettin' involved with fae if I can help it."
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Ringer enjoyed their banter. Cooper made it easy to forget that the person she was talking to could snap her neck in a heartbeat, even if she never entirely forgot what he was.
Re: back from hiatus, feel free to handwave if you prefer
"This is true. However, unlike fae, we don't turn people into animals when we get mad at them." Cooper was going to be holding a grudge against the particular group of faeries who had turned him into a fuzzy bear-dog for at least the next one hundred years. "Also, we're much more handsome." He grinned impishly. There was a reason the vampires' well-known vanity was a cliché.