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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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[Kyle can be found chilling at a cafe, grocery shopping, running through a park, or whatever other random place.]

[Kyle can approach or be approached. He's mostly hoping to get some of Hillingdon to band together and do something, instead of waiting idly by, especially with the outing of Faolan as a servant of the Night Council.]

[Pubs are obviously the best place to find cool people. Especially when you spend your time in some you know are frequented more commonly by the supernatural than humans.]

Kyle had closed on his new place about a week ago now, but hadn't really told anyone about it. Nor had he actually moved in yet, other than throwing some food and beers into the refrigerator there for the couple times he might meet Alex there during her hiding.

Now that Alex had a sustainable solution to her hiding and he was getting ready to move in properly, his old offer came to mind, one which he failed to follow up on. Better late than never. He had no idea if Nancy would take him up on it, but she deserved a better and safer place to stay and he wouldn't mind the company. Especially one who could help heal him, since he had a feeling he'd only need more of that.

So Kyle knocked on her door in the early evening with takeout in hand, hoping she wasn't with a client and that she hadn't already eaten. He hadn't really thought things through.

Nancy had turned him down once. No, she couldn't move in with him. But, his offer didn't go forgotten. Kyle was one of her dear friends, and it was tempting, to have a second place. With the recent moves by the vampires, Nancy had to wonder how safe she would be. From both sides, if more wolves- full wolves, mind you, learned about her involvement with the vampires.

But they'd be kidding herself to think doing anything to her would be enough to upset the vampires. A few, personally, yes. But not to enrage the entire nest.

The knock at the door is unexpected- and Nancy approaches the door and peers through the key-hole, wrapped in a terrycloth bathrobe, her makeup done. No, she isn't with a client, but rather in the process of getting ready to be with them.

"Kyle?" Nancy opens the door when she sees him, immediately, ushering him into her apartment. "Hey- I wasn't expecting you. Is everything alright?" He has takeout, but she hadn't necessarily thought it through. What she had thought through was that the last two times he'd been in her home, she'd been stitching him up magically.

It is strange who you meet. Sometimes, you run into people you've met before.

Natasha's night isn't going so much different from the first time their paths crossed—though this time, no blood's been spilled, so that makes it a lot of difference. Without that in the air, Natasha's calmer. She sits at the bar and doesn't attract a lot of attention.

At least not until she sees a face she recognizes.

Kyle's oblivious to the presence of his recent friend, or whatever the hell you call a vampire struggling for sobriety. He orders another beer, probably his last for the night, already feeling a little buzzed and knowing now's not the time to be too careless. He runs a hand through his hair, waiting for his drink, and glances around.

It's only because Natasha's looking straight at him that he even notices her. And then it takes a second to place the face in his mind and to remember what she is. He frowns for a split second with a weird sense of deja vu before realizing there's no bloody threat here.

"Come here often?" He quirks down the bar, ignoring the couple girls that stand between them at the bar. Always the joker.

Kyle easily moves inside as soon as he's given the opportunity, immediately concerned with Nancy's seeming tension. When he realizes why, he flashes her a grin. "You look great. And hey, so do I. Don't I look great? I'm even wearing a shirt."

Then he's practically making himself at home, moving to the table to start unloading the takeout. Her outfit hasn't gone unnoticed, but worst case, he can eat quickly and she can keep the leftovers. Kyle shifts around so he can look at Nancy while he works. "Do you have time to eat?"

Nancy feels her tension release in her shoulders, just a little bit. "Oh- thank you." She smiled at him. "I don't think I've ever been with you longer than ten minutes before your shirt came off." Okay, the time he took her to dinner, his shirt stayed on the whole night. Sadly.

What? He looked good without a shirt on.

She shakes her head. "Oh- no. I can take my time." She blinks at him, though. Now he was here with take-away, and he was setting it up on her small table. He'd just showed up, which was... fine, just extremely unexpected. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"I'd hate to break tradition. Let me know when it's been ten minutes." Another smile. Even as he's joking, he's not afraid to keep his word. It doesn't really bother him one way or another.

Kyle takes a seat once everything is unpacked and she's confirmed she has time, grabbing one of the two sets of chopsticks and tossing the other towards the chair opposite him. He begins popping open the various containers of thai food with ease, speaking up again once she's joining him.

"Two things. One, you saved my ass again, so I owe you another meal." He gestures to the food. "Two, I think we should talk about our new place."

And how great would that look, if, say, Eames were to pop by? A hot, shirtless American, and Nancy in her robe with her makeup on. Eames probably wouldn't care, and would just help himself to a beer, but that wasn't the point.

Still. It was nice to look.

She sits down, and starts looking into the containers, helping herself to a few spoonfuls. Then she stops. "What- our?"

"Yeah. Remember how I told you you should keep this place to work and live with me when you're not working? I wasn't joking. And I'm close to signing a lease on a place."

Not entirely true. He's already signed the lease. But he needs to make sure that Alex is done using the place before he feels comfortable sharing the address. Kyle can't help but try to protect people, especially the ones he likes.

"So we should probably work out who gets the bigger bedroom, what kind of furniture you need, all of that. I wouldn't want to spring it on you." Another teasing smile, because that's pretty much exactly what he's doing. Kyle shoves some curry into his mouth, still grinning.

Oh. Oh, no. Kyle, no.

Nancy sets down the carton of rice and looks across the table at him. He's so happy, and she's just... "Oh, Kyle- I didn't think- I can't." She'd just moved in here. As a favor, she'd been given the apartment.

And honestly, she was shocked this was the first time he'd brought it up since the original mention.

Her rejection doesn't faze him, as much because he doesn't mind if she says no as because it's almost endearing to see her so concerned about his feelings. He takes another bite of curry, swallowing. "You have anything to drink?"

Without waiting, he gets up and moves over to the refrigerator, looking for water or milk or something. Again, helping himself. He knows there are limits to this kind of forced amiability and Kyle's mostly hoping that he manages to straddle the line without crossing over it. "You want one?"

A beat, then he gets around to answering her. "Why can't you live in two places? Is it the commute?"

Edited 2016-05-30 05:39 (UTC)

"There should be some beer in the fridge- cups are above the sink if you want water, and there's gin in the freezer." A large bottle of it, truthfully.

He was making himself at home, but she could hardly blame him, and was too flustered to try to say anything about it now, anyway.

"I'll take a glass of gin." Seriously gonna need it now.

"I got this place on a favor, Kyle," she says patiently. "It would seem odd to me." Though living with someone did sound a little nice. It did get awfully lonely in her apartment.

Kyle grabs the gin and two glasses, returning to the table. He drops them down and then, ever the gentlemen, pours Nancy's and then his own. Capping the gin again, he sets her glass in front of her and takes a sip of his own. Not his favorite, but he's had a lot worse on tour.

"If you want my shirt off, you can just ask, you don't need to get me drunk." It's easier to joke than to address her serious concerns, though he won't ignore them either. "You say odd like it's a bad thing. I'm not telling you to give this place up. Just have a bed and a drawer and some clothes somewhere else too. Somewhere safer, with human contact that isn't work-related, and I'm a decent cook."

Edited (tense swapping) 2016-05-30 05:57 (UTC)

Oh, Natasha can tell this is going to make her popular with the local barflies. She's not exactly bothered by it, but she recognizes Kyle's particular sense of humor.

And she smiles.

"Not too often. Must be my luck being here tonight."

You know you could have had beer, Kyle. The offer was totally on the table.

Nancy laughs over the top of her glass, shaking her head. "I doubt you'll be the first man I see with his shirt off tonight." Because she's used to boys that joke in order to avoid talking about real things. It's best to humor them.

But to her surprise, he does address her issues, and she can appreciate that. "It's-" Oh damn, he had a point. "A safe house, you're saying." Which would be quite nice. She knew Fagin had had another place somewhere in the city, in case the den went to shit. And after Norrell's guardians had come through, yes, it could be nice.

"What can I say? I bring out the best in people." He ignores the looks of the girls he's talking past, accepting his drink and offering the appropriate notes for it. Kyle takes a sip, definitely less energetic than last time, and waits a beat before calling out to her again. "I'm not moving this time. It's your turn."

"Or the last," he admits, though the idea of being one in a line of many deflates his arrogance slightly. Kyle likes to think that his friendship with Nancy is unique somehow, and it annoys him all the more because of all the recruits he heard talking like that about locals, prostitutes and general civilians both. It's never different, never unique. He used to try to steer them straight and now here he is thinking the same damn thing.

"And sure, we can call it that. I don't want any raise-the-dead, mind control, black magic shit in the place, but anything else is fair game." He shrugs, then dishes himself some more food. "I'd rather that than nothing. But it could be cool if you could actually stay in your room sometimes, so it doesn't seem like some creepy shrine to someone who doesn't exist."

It was unique, in an odd sort of way. It wasn't a friendship that she had with anyone else. With Kyle there was nothing sexual about it, other than their teasing, and the occasional partial nudity on his part. He didn't feed off of her, so that removed a huge level of weird sexual tension right there. He'd spent the night with her, sure, but nothing happened. They were friends. And it felt right.

She purses her lips slightly over a bite of rice as he informs her what sort of magic he won't tolerate. He doesn't mean anything by it, but in times like this? "That's not my sort of magic, anyway." Sure, she was Midnight. Because the freedom was there.

"Vampires?" Because that's important.

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.]

He gets a little bit of a laugh out of Natasha with that. There's plenty they'd disagree on, but their senses of humor aren't so out of step.

She picks up her glass and slides off her bar stool and circles behind the girls between them to slip into the open space beside him.

"Better?"

[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.

"Better," he confirms, casting a sideways glance her way before returning his attention to his drink for another sip. His master plan to band together with other like minded people and save humans isn't going as well as he'd hoped. Something about the lack of superheroes maybe, although it seems like half the supernaturals' abilities are as good.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" Another dumb, throwaway line. A roundabout way of asking why she's here, if she's going to be attacking another drunk patron, and also deliberately avoiding calling her nice.

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AVENGERS ASSEMBLE

OUT & ABOUT — OPEN

HILLINGDON HOUSE — OPEN

A PUB — OPEN

[CLOSED TO NANCY]

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