Snippet #2382143

Being a gentleman really seemed be rather inconvenient at times, such as now. The only thing that was separating Mr. Crue from the creaous commoner who seemed to be in desperate need of execution, was a tacky door that couldn't be thicker than a mere inch. If he were inclined to, the redheaded gentleman could no doubt kick a decent sized hole in the door. Of course, this is where his proper mannerisms prevented him from proceeding with said course of action. Jax had taken to leaning against the wall opposite of the door, and rubbing his temples with his hands. Gideon was presently exercising his rather colorful vocabulary upon having been leaned so casually against a wall in a 'commoners' apartment.

"If you could kindly refrain from talking for a few measly minutes, then I might convince this... monster, to open her front door!"

"Go to Hell!" a voice screeched at him from within the apartment. Jaxson's teeth ground together upon having to take an insult, and his fists clenched. In his back he could feel his wings straining against the skin, itching to show themselves and let Jax exhibit his full power against the Creaous.

"You really are of the most stubborn disposition," young master Crue sighed with a low chuckle. "Open this door, miss." Inside the apartment, when Jaxson pressed his ear gently to the wooden door, he could faintly make out the sound of something being poured. A female voice soon accompanied the sound of whatever was being poured.

As this salt I sprinkle about to keep the evil beings out, let no danger enter in any opening herein. I now invoke the law of three; This is my will, So mote it be. Was this a spell of sort? He was hunting a creaous, not an akina. Had Jaxson found himself an insane member of the Creaous race? Admittedly, all the creaous that had thought themselves capable of living were undoubtedly insane already.

"What was that?" he called out, louder than he had been before. Gideon warned Jaxson that if the Creaous being inside had taken defensive actions, then it may have taken on its animal traits. From what Jaxson had heard earlier, the squawking, it was a bird of some sort. It seemed to be a raven. Unless the creature inside has somehow formed a bond strong enough to give her the wings of a raven, he had little to worry about.

It may seem that he was too confident in himself, but Jaxson had grown receiving the training the could be described as dangerously similar to the level of training a Hunter received. His father had gone to great measure to acquire information on regimens for hunters, and had worked even harder to drill the lessons into his son at a young age.

"You can't think that a few magic words are going to keep me out, can you?" he chuckled lowly, again. The hunt was one of the only things that made him laugh, simply from how pathetic his prey was.

"What are you?" an eerily calm voice spoke, making Jaxson jump at how close to the door it sounded.

"I was born to hunt down your kind, Creaous."

"That doesn't exactly narrow down the possibilities of your race, boy. You see, I've been hunted for quite some time." The woman's voice, while still an unnerving calm voice, had taken the faintest hint of amusement to it. Jaxson reached back, eyes leveled on the wood in front of him, and gripped Gideon. He answered simply, with one word, and knocked on the door, slowly, one more...twice...a third time.

"I implore you to let me inside," his voice was low yet smooth as it instructed her. Gideon now began his drill sergeant routine, and his voice was its battle tone Gentleman or not, break the door and take her life. "I will not go against my nature, fool. If there are any other ways of entering the apartment feel free to share them." Break the door. Break the door. Break the door! Break the DOOR! "No!" BREAK THE DOO- "NO!"

"You seem somewhat busy, Mortray. Try coming back later," a smile was audible in her voice. To leave now, and let her escape? Not a chance. Jaxson couldn't stand Gideon who seemed to have more bloodlust than he usually did, and with a loud noise of annoyance, he stripped himself of his vest. Did Gideon have any sense of how degrading this was? Mr. Crue unbuttoned his dress shirt and laid it neatly over one arm, along with his vest. Now shirtless, two jagged scars that were a foot in length were visible going down his back.

It had been some time since he returned Gideon to his original form, and he wasn't looking forward to the experience. With a surprising amount of pain on Jaxson's part, Gideon became nothing more than a tattoo on Jaxson's back. The voice still rang, but it was significantly quieter and on a level that Jax could handle.