forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"I don't know." Leon answered, shrugging, seeming just as confused as Thatcher. He racked through his brain, trying to think of a solution.

“We could.. interrogate them in a non-hurtful way?” Thatcher offered. He ran a hand through his hair, lips pursed as he looked away from the screen at to Leon’s face.

"Sure?" Leon said, making it sound more like a question than an answer to a question. "How are we going to know they won't try to kill us though?" He asked as he glanced at Thatcher and smiled slightly at him.

“I’ll bring Nike, she can take care of it. Or.. you could always give me a name,” Thatcher mused, deciding to try it one last time. It was what he did best, not talking to people.

"It's your choice, I'm fine with either option," Leon said, fiddling around with fingers. He thought of the pros and cons of each situation, something he always did when he had no clue what to do.

“Okay, how about this- we can try the talking idea, and if that doesn’t work, you can write down a name super quick and let me do my thing,” Thatcher offered, arms folding across his chest now as he sat up

"Okay then, who are we going to go to first?" Leon asked, shifting around a little bit. He closed the website on his laptop and shut it down.

“How about we start out with Mason Cooper?” Thatcher asked, watching Leon closely as he spoke.

"Okay then, give me a sec, I'm going to try and find where he lives and stuff," Leon said, turning on his computer again and searching Mason Cooper. He clicked on the first website and skimmed over the article, trying to find where he lives.

“You can do that now?” Thatcher asked with an arched brow, seeming confused. He barely used technology, so he was not aware of what a computer could do these days.

"You can find anything about anyone on the internet," Leon answered, copying his address and putting it into google maps to see how long it would take them to go to his house. "It's going to take about 30 minutes to get to his house from mine."

“Even on your bike?” Thatcher asked, frowning now. He could usually travel places at a decent speed, being a flock of birds and all.

"I'm not sure how long it'll take on my bike, maybe 20 minutes because I can move through the lanes quickly on a bike," Leon said, looking at google maps and seeing if they could use any shortcuts.

“Right.. We should get going, then,” Thatcher said, sitting up the rest of the way as he looked at Leon. He pursed his lips in thought, glancing away after a moment.

"Okay then, let's go," Leon replied, taking out his phone and typing in the address into the google maps on his phone. He got off his bed and started his motorcycle. "Are you going to follow me again by becoming a flock of birds or something else?" He asked as he put the phone in a secure place so it won't fall out.

Thatcher got up as well and followed Leon out of where the motorcycle was. “I’ll just follow you,” he said in response, looking over at Nike who was padding over to them.

"Okay then, see you at his house," Leon said, putting on his helmet and making sure his phone was secure. He got onto his motorcycle and drove off to Mason's house.

After around 25 minutes or so, the crows were landing at Mason’s house, shifting promptly back into Thatcher. He had sent Nike to a spot nearby to hunt, and he wondered if she would harm any humans while away from him.

Leon parked his motorcycle near Mason's house. "Are you ready?" He asked, smiling at Thatcher and he walked to the front door.

“Mhm, I’m ready,” Thatcher answered with a nod. His fingers itched to take out his scythe, but he couldn’t do that because they were trying to use their ‘words’.

(Srry about that! and heads up, I won't be on a lot on weekends)

Leon knocked on the door and a man in his late-twenties opened the door, he had dirty blonde hair with mid-toned grey eyes and tan skin. "What do you kids need?" Leon resisted the urge to use something here as a possible weapon to threaten Mason and instead smiled at him. "We're here to talk about why you hunt sirens," Mason smiled at them and signaled for them to come in. "It's a long story so take a seat on the sofa and do you guys want any drinks?" Leon quietly sat down on the couch next to Thatcher and kept looking around nervously.

(It’s all good.)

Thatcher stared at the man, Mason, with a hard gaze. He stepped inside, giving Leon a look of disbelief for actually saying that flat out. He sat on the couch, but stayed on edge and tense. His fingers twitched, wanting to draw his scythe. But he couldn’t, not unless he was given the name on the paper.

(srry I take so long to respond)

Leon sighed in relief when Mason thought it was for an interview and Mason sat down in a chair in front of them. "So, what questions do you have for me?" Mason asked, taking a sip of his coffee. "We just want to know why you hunt sirens, sir," Leon answered, fiddling around with the hem of his shirt.

(It’s okay)

Thatcher sat quietly, sitting up straight and stiff. His knee bounced, watching Mason with an almost hateful gaze. This man was killing innocents for some random reason, and it wasn’t just. Besides, he considered Leon to be something like a companion or maybe a friend, and people were killing Leon’s kind.

"It's because they're disgusting creatures that deserve to die and are planning to kill everyone with their stupid singing!" Mason said, his voice filled with pure hatred. "And they killed my family!" He yelled even louder."And do you know why there has been a major growth in the siren hunters this year?" Leon asked, his fingers itching to use his dagger. "Why do you want to know that?" Mason asked and Leon glanced at the clock. Shit. "We, um, have to go sir," Leon quickly grabbed Thatcher's wrist and walked out of the building.