11-29-2014, 09:39 AM
Hood jerked his head towards the table; Enzo could sit if he wished, but he would stand for a while yet. Another sip of beer and he shrugged dismissively, "Safe house ain't of much use to you lot if you don't know about it and things go sideways. Not sure my last guest is going to be coming back any time soon."
Hopefully it was under better conditions then last time; he wasn't going to bitch about getting some practice at stitching someone up though. Wasn't something that came up often. Best he could get was to head down to one of the squatter camps and tend a few broken bones or cuts.
Dreyken; he'd heard of them while in the Middle East. Dominance V. Whatever. Back when he'd first been picked up by the Atharim and still getting a feel for them. It was there that he had come to the conclusion that he was never going to be one of them, but he'd learned enough to decide they were worth helping. They may have been a pack of fanatic twats all drinking the same cool-aid, but at the end of the day, their hearts were in the right place. And their monsters were a far more interesting fight then regular humans.
"Those're those emo wanna-be vampire twats, right? Don't like bright light, wear hoodies. Pale pansy shits that eat people. But aren't Rougarou or the super-rabies freaks."
Both of which tended to be pale pansy shits that ate people.
Hopefully it was under better conditions then last time; he wasn't going to bitch about getting some practice at stitching someone up though. Wasn't something that came up often. Best he could get was to head down to one of the squatter camps and tend a few broken bones or cuts.
Dreyken; he'd heard of them while in the Middle East. Dominance V. Whatever. Back when he'd first been picked up by the Atharim and still getting a feel for them. It was there that he had come to the conclusion that he was never going to be one of them, but he'd learned enough to decide they were worth helping. They may have been a pack of fanatic twats all drinking the same cool-aid, but at the end of the day, their hearts were in the right place. And their monsters were a far more interesting fight then regular humans.
"Those're those emo wanna-be vampire twats, right? Don't like bright light, wear hoodies. Pale pansy shits that eat people. But aren't Rougarou or the super-rabies freaks."
Both of which tended to be pale pansy shits that ate people.