Weapons of War {Felix}

[Deathy]

Jane stalked along the street, fiddling with the zip on the pocket of her pants grumbling to herself. Guns were expensive and I bet that damn shape shifter knew it! she thought angrily.
She hadn’t been paid in months, you got paid by the amount of super naturals you removed from the face of this earth, and if the only super natural you’d killed in the last two months was a fairy that you’d trod on. Then you’d be broke, like Jane.
Peering into a nearby shop window she tried to see weather it sold guns, with her biggest, badest and best gun lost somewhere in the forest Jane was in need of a new fire arm.
Hopefully they sell cheap ones around here she thought miserably to herself if they even have a shop that sells firearms around here

[g i b b e t ?]

~ 'Clearstone.' This wretched place; this infernal purgatory to which Felix had been tossed into was beginning to get the better of him. The endless barrage of boredom had been eating away at the boy's sanity for the better part of three months now, and he was already sick of it. Sure, any little town can be fun for a few days... some places like this had even managed to stay entertaining for a week or two. But it was another matter entirely to be stuffed into a town this size, and have to remain stationed there until otherwise directed. Felix sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes, casting off the lethargy that had kept his ass planted in the little bench he'd been sitting in. Clearstone was a deadbeat town with a thick layer of gilt smothering it. It was obviously one of those roadside-attraction houses that looked cute and nice to tourists to attract income, of course, beneath the surface, it was just a stupid place for people to get away from reality. There was nothing to tie anyone to the real world in places like this! No crime, no traffic... he didn't even have to wait in line to get his coffee in the morning half the time! How much longer was it going to be until Daroga decided that Felix had had enough of this bullshit-humiliation, and was ready to get back to work? Of course, everyone back at the Agency would obviously argue that what Felix was doing here was vitally important for the security of the country... but Felix had his own ideas about this little place.

There were much better things that Felix could be doing, in places that really needed his help. For Christ's Sake! He could be in Vegas right now, helping the with the investigation of that Bank Heist or whatever the hell had just happened there. Why take him, and shut him away in this hellhole? They were probably laughing at him back at the Agency right now... It had sounded like his last call-in had been on speakerphone, maybe Daroga had put him on speaker so everyone could hear him say, "No sir, the situation here is still normal; no problems with the locals yet, and no sightings of a supernatural", in his cute little code-speak that he'd been assigned. Jeez, if he had been on the receiving-end of that call, he would've laughed himself hoarse. What kind of idiot would believe the reports of a "supernatural" hiding away in a dead little town like this? It didn't make any sense for someone with any kind of supernatural power to come to a small place! If they wanted to hide, why go where there was only a handful of people? That would only make them easier to pick out, right? Hide a needle in a haystack, and it's harder to find. What a bunch of morons. In the three-odd months that he'd been here, Felix hadn't seen anything that would confirm or deny the presence of a supernatural.. but he remained optimistic that he might catch a glimpse of one before he was finally called back the the Agency. Numero Uno on his agenda was to find out what a supernatural was, and what exactly they could do... Felix was unnaturally excited to dissect their minds, figuratively of course, and find out what they thought about being hunted like vermin. He also wanted to spit in the eyes of the Elite Forces, and make sure they knew that he was playing double standards. Let them try and fire him if they wished, and they they'd see what happened to imbeciles in these kinds of games.

Felix groaned softly as he stood and stretched his stiff muscles, rolling his shoulders in circles to try and ease to knots in them. Getting up and walking wasn't so easy after occupying a freezing-cold bench for so long. The boy stretched a bit more, not caring that he was beginning to attract stares, and made sure his legs would hold his weight without discomfort before Felix shoved his hands deep into his coat-pockets, and began slinking up the side of the barren street. He passed a short girl with frizzy blue hair staring intently at a dark-shop window, and scoffed slightly. Wouldn't it just be easier to actually go inside, rather than imprint a grease-mark of her nose into the window? Some poor laborer was going to have to clean that up for her; how insensitive. Wait, blue hair? Felix did the classic double take as he stopped in his tracks to turn and stare back at the short woman. She was pretty in the face, but far too short for his tastes. How realistic was it to try frenching a girl that was probably a whole foot shorter than he was? Obviously not realistic. But, there was no harm in a little chat, right? The gent had to admit that his curiosity in this odd woman was aroused, even just by her hair... It was short, frizzy and bright blue. Who would want their image to be stained by such a heinous colour? Had Felix any less sense of propriety and restraint than he did, he probably would've winced aloud. Nasty colour, blue. " I think you're meant to go inside the shop to have a gander, not stare inside and make the people in there feel uncomfortable, " Felix said loudly, obviously directing his little comment at the strange girl. What a courteous way to institute a conversation, no? ~

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[Deathy]

Jane was still trying to see weather the shop held in it’s stock any weapons of the ballistic kind when a movement reflected in the window caught her eye, her eye brows climbed up her face for a better view is he stretching?
Jane was surprised, what kind of weirdo stretched in the middle of the plaza, maybe he’s a hippie? and groaned not another blooming elf, just what I need but on closer inspection through squinted eyes at the reflection in the window she saw that it was a man, a tall one, but a man none the less.
Shrugging she went back to trying to see what was in the shop, the light was reflecting just right to make it virtually impossible.
And then her eyes narrowed what’s he wanting the man was now staring at her and yes, yes he was walking over, almost sauntering. Groaning inwardly is quite staring at the window and turned so that she could see him come over It’s easier just to stare and make people uncomfortable is far easier than walking in their and wasting my precious energy she told him, noting the oddly colored eyes and hair looks like the freak shows in town and then deciding that talking to somebody that you had only just met and weren’t trying to kill was a little rude.
but if you know where a gun smith is I will be happy to walk into that shop she told him, trying to look him in the eye, her height once again driving her to short tempered rage.