undergrounds | Tell me that I'll figure it out...

Rorschach was out and about in the city. He wandered with his hands in his pockets, lost in his own thoughts. There wasn't much else to do when he was dead. The hunters of Hillingdon were too soft. This city was going to hell and they just stood back and watched. People who didn't get out of his path were just walked through, causing most of the people to shiver at the cold spot that they'd suddenly passed through.

Then he ran into someone who didn't just let him pass on by. Ghoul said something he didn't quite catch and it took him a moment to realize that the words were actually directed at him, that he was being looked at instead of right through. He hadn't been expecting the person to actually react. "...you can see me?" the ghost rasped out in an amazed tone, the blots of his mask reacting by forming a splatter pattern that ran up his face on both sides.

Cooper lay curled up on his side, Nancy in his arms. He had the rare occurrence of a cigarette in his mouth. He'd never really had much of a nicotine habit to begin with, but it did make for a lovely looking post-coital picture. He twirled a bit of her hair around his finger.

"I needed this. The stress of the job is gonna actually age me. I'm gonna wake up with grey hairs." If only it actually worked that way. Cooper didn't really mind how much time the Nest and Night Council took up. "It does feel like we're finally accomplishin' something." Whether that something was good or bad could be left up to interpretation.

Cooper finally had an office. Tired of every vampire in the world showing up on his doorstep, he'd taken over a rather large space at Night Council headquarters. This still hadn't prevented vampires and their human allies from turning up at his apartment at all hours of the day and night, but at least now he looked presentable. Which, in a way, pretty much spoke volumes about Cooper's personality in general.

The place had a desk with a high-set chair in front of a large window that ran floor to ceiling. There was dark drapes on either side, a squashy chair in front of the desk, and a couch on the other side of the room. There was also a filing cabinet he'd had a few charms and hexes put on. No one could open it but him and he had filled it with various paperwork on the denizens he was keeping up with. The entire place was a relaxed atmosphere, but at least he'd been talked out of putting pictures of motorcycles on the walls.

At present time, he was sitting back in his chair, going over some complaints that several human allies had presented. They were concerned with harassment from members of the East End Pack. Work never ceased for the teenage vampire, but hey, he'd sleep when he was dead. A knock on the door made him look up, glad for a distraction. "State your name, rank, 'n then enter!"

Cooper was leaving his office and hopping onto his motorcycle when his cell phone rang. The number didn't look familiar, but on the off-chance it was a vampire in need, he picked it up. "Dia dhuit," he answered. The voice on the other end said about four words that caused Cooper's face to go even whiter under his already pale hue.

"Can't I--" Nope. "But--" Nope. He was not getting out of this. He sighed, closed his eyes, and pinched the spot at the top of his nose. When he reopened his eyes, his face was set. "Fine. Where do you want to meet?" Getting an answer, he hung up, and hopped on his motorcycle. His mood now much more serious, he tore off down the street into the sunset.

Cooper was lounging around at home in a now-rare moment of downtime. No one was turning to him for help or answers. Normally, he'd go out on his motorcycle on a ride on a day like today, but he felt the need to decompress in a different way. He was watching some mindless Netflix, a show about romance and sickening true love Nancy enjoyed that he could leave on in the background while he fell asleep on the couch.

He was awoken by the sound of a knock. Well, that relaxation period had been cruelly brief. Maybe it was just Nancy, who had forgotten her wallet before going off to work. He peered out the peephole at who it was. There was a familiar short figure standing there with immaculate clothes and hair.

He opened up the door, his lips pressed in a thin line. "What are you doing here, teallaire?" He was counting on such a refined little vampire as Joss having never learned a language as coarse as the Irish Gaelic the farmers of Cooper's youth had used. Otherwise, he had already insulted the older vampire before he'd even gotten two words out.

For Ghoul - You Look Familiar...

For Nancy - The Best Place for Political Conversations.

For JC - I Totally (do not) Know What I'm Doing

For Eames - Someone's In Trouble

For Joss - Let's Act Like Professionals. Professional Children.