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The bloodlust was a step too far. Kyle already hated vampires before the event, his species's natural predator. Then the Fae were opening doors into their world, Daybreak was persecuting seemingly innocent members of Midnight while claiming they were practicing Necromagic, and the wolves even had their own kill-some-humans Festival. The supernatural world was a shitty, terrible place for people who were trying to live their lives in peace. And while there were Guardians meant to look out for and protect people, they followed loose laws more concerned with protecting their secrets than in saving lives.

So he started putting the word out. He didn't really know what he was doing, or what he was trying to create. Maybe a new squad. Maybe a book club where instead of weekly reading, they killed guilty parties. He wasn't sure. By definition, he was trying to put together a group of vigilantes.

He put the word out. Coded flyers here, whispers in Hillingdon there, and so on. He reached out to the people he knew and those he'd heard about who might happen to agree with his cause. Anyone and everyone was welcome, regardless of race or faction. Except the vampires he still hated.

[ooc: Kyle is trying to put together a vigilante squad. What the group does will mostly be up to the group, but may include bounty hunting, saving people in trouble, killing 'villains', and so on. Anyone is welcome to chat with him about it, regardless of their interest in joining.]

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So what is it you're wanting?

[Daryl asked after a couple of the other hunters put Kyle on his radar. Guy had apparently been hanging around the house and most of the hunters that came and went on a regular basis were getting mixed signals on the whole reason he was there. It wasn't a job, exactly, but it was a job, or some shit like that. And Daryl was just confrontational enough to finally go up to the man and have it out if it needed having out.]

[Kyle spun to face the man, instantly sizing him up and judging that he'd seen some shit. He didn't exactly look heroic, but like hell had that ever stopped the former soldier from reaching out to people and trying to work with them.]

I'm putting together a group who want to protect ignorant people from getting hurt by reckless assholes. [He summarized simply, spreading out his arms as if revealing something tangible.] Easy. Except it's not, because I don't know if it'll pay and most people here value money over human life.

[That was very much not what he was expecting and Kyle received a very disbelieving look before Daryl glanced around and behind him like he was expecting the rest of the guys there to go 'syke!' or something. Have a big laugh at his expense because he fell for some idiot line. Only none of them ere looking at him like that, though some were watching and now raising questioning eyebrows at him, wondering what the hell was up with the guy.

When Daryl turned back, he crossed his arms and frowned.]

What?

[Kyle crossed his arms, dropping the comedic act for the moment to give the man something more respectable to respond to. It was pretty obvious that Kyle was former American military to anyone who knew what to look for and, for once, he played it up rather than trying to hide it.]

You in or out? [He was happy to answer questions, but not when they had no basis on substance. Obviously the guy had heard what he'd said and nothing about it was all that confusing.]

[The change in the guy's demeanor gained an unconscious response from Daryl. His shoulders hunched more and his head dropped, eyes looking him over from under heavy bangs. Wary, suspicious, but not quite on edge. Merle was ex-military and nothing good had really come of that.

The important part, though, was that the guy didn't seem to be joking.

After a couple more long moments of staring, Daryl shrugged.]'

Yeah, sure.

[He didn't mind the idea of protecting good people from assholes. He was one of the few hunters that almost exclusively didn't hunt so much as he took on the missing person's bounties that came through. He was pretty much watching out for the folks in the middle already.]

[Kyle startled a bit at the response, dropping the intentional toughness and returning to his more lackadaisical ways. He smiled, a little too excited about how easy it was to get the guy on board.]

Kyle Sutton. [He offers, along with his hand, in introduction.] I'm hoping we can do good things.

Daryl Dixon.

[He replied, but didn't take the hand. Just stared at it for a moment before crossing his arms and digging his fingers into the arm holes of his vest.]

You ain't gonna do well over here, talking like that. Not 'cause it ain't a decent thing to do, but because you ain't got money to pay those'll risk their lives.

[Kyle dropped his hand, neither offended or discouraged. Dixon had a point, but it was one that Kyle had already thought about for some time. Although nothing about this plan was as thought out as it should be, and probably needed to be, he was determined to see it through and do the best he could with the hours of planning he did have.]

I'll find money for the people who need it. But I want the people who don't.

[Of course he did. The less he had to give, the easier it would be for him. Daryl just snorted and turned away.]

Whatever. You know where to find me.

[He'd agreed to give whatever this was a shot, he didn't need to stand around discussing it at length. And he'd rather not have to go into detail with the other hunters. The more it looked like he'd dismissed the guy, the easier on Daryl it would be to deflect commentary.]

Cool.

[Kyle was unperturbed by the quick exit. Instead, he turned away and began busying himself with finding others to join their group. There had to be more. And, hell, if it didn't work out, at least maybe the two of them could work together on future bounties and things. It was a start.]

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