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URBAN FANTASY POST

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Who feels like playing out some urban fantasy garbage cuz I SURE DO

It’s pretty straightforward - I’m gonna (probably gradually over time) get my guys on here with a brief idea of how they’d work in this setting, here are some prompts and such, feel free to pick one or more or just make up a thing yourself!

Species

Please note that you are free to decide details of how your character ‘works’ - a ghost could be trapped on the mortal plane because of unfinished business or a curse, a vampire could have been bitten or it could be a genetic trait, demons could be naturally malevolent or some of them are just dicks. It’s up to you!

1. Werewolf - Big furry woofers. Pretty straightforward.

2. Vampire - Blood-sucking, darkness, maybe bats or mist or something is involved?

3. Fae - Probably going to be more of Seelie vs. Unseelie mischief-causing variety than cute little flying people.

4. Demon - Ow, the edge.

5. Ghost - Remember when that one animated music video was super popular for like a month and you couldn’t take two steps without tripping over fanart of it? Anyway, your character is dead.

6. Human - You all know how these work. Do I even need a prompt for this?

Scenario

1. Monster Hunt - Have there been some mysterious murders? Magical destiny? Or maybe you just really hate people with pointy teeth.

2. Occult Shop - Hey, witches and such have to get their supplies somewhere. It could be hidden somewhere or out in plain daylight, but something about this store probably feels a little off. Or maybe it’s just the smell.

3. Turf War - Is vampires vs. werewolves still cool? I don’t even know. The point is you don’t like them and they don’t like you and this is YOUR TERRITORY. Or maybe it’s theirs. Maybe the real territory was the friends we made along the way.

4. INVESTIGATION - Look there’s no denying that some weird stuff happens in this city, and some people are bound to want to figure out just what. Potentially regardless of whether they’re prepared for what they’re getting themselves into.

[[I’ll probably add more eventually I’ve been out all day and I’m tired right now]]

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Once he's got the car parked, Grant doesn't waste any time in jumping out and circling around to get Shiro out of the passenger seat. Once again, he keeps him supported the whole time as well as he can, his arm over Shiro's shoulders.

"Got it. How're you doing?"

He starts walking him toward the castle, as quick as he can afford to while keeping Shiro upright.

"Great. Never better..."

This is clearly a lie. If the sharp intake of breath as they get out of the car is any indication. He'll focus on putting one foot in front of the other, as they approach the building.

There's a security guard, but, strangely, the guy doesn't so much as blink at their approach. Or even breathe.

Just waves them through.

Well, at least he can still be sarcastic. Or, at least, Grant hopes he's being sarcastic, and not actually expecting him to believe that.

He casts an uncertain glance at the guard as they go past. "Okay. Where to from here?"

It's sarcastic, yes. It's how he deals with these situations. This sort of dark, sarcastic humor.

His head rolls a little on his neck, ending up resting against Grant's chest.

"Painting." It comes out more ragged now. They're leaving a trail behind them, smearing red across the ground. "Gotta touch."

Grant's heart jumps a little at that, but he doesn't slow down for even a moment. "The... right. Okay, there."

He walks Shiro over to the indicated painting, and looks between it and Shiro. Shit, he's looking bad. Grant takes a gentle hold of Shiro's wrist to lift his hand to the painting. "Alright. Just hang on."

There's no resistance to Grant moving his arm. Not much of anything, really. Except when the palm of his hand makes contact with the painting, it just melts away. Instead of a swirling field of stars on canvas, it's a hallway. Down deep below the "castle" structure.

The shirt drops out of his other hand.

"Good, there we go." That... is weird as hell to see. But it's good. It means they're that much closer to getting help for Shiro.

...Speaking of which. Shit. "...Shiro? Shit-- Shiro!"

Even as he tries his best to rouse the Paladin - as if he's going to be able to just with that - Grant starts off down the hallway, his pace starting off the same as it had been, then speeding up. He only pauses to stoop down for a moment and scoop Shiro up in his arms, cradling his head against his shoulder as he pretty much just runs down the hallway.

"We're almost there, okay? You'll be okay, you'll be fine--" He's got to be okay.

It's like carrying a ragdoll, with the way he flops around, boneless, in Grant's grasp. Still breathing, though. Which counts for something.

It's also probably fortunate the only person currently present is someone least likely to tackle Grant for being a relative intruder. Someone who's dressed in armor that looks a lot like the stuff Shiro occasionally wears around Grant (rarely, because of Grant's kid), except accented in yellow.

Whose face promptly goes pale. Without further ado, Grant is being ushered down another hallway, while the poor guy tries to both introduce himself and tell Grant it's fine, it's cool, there's magic healing "stuff and thingies" (actual words used) and hi his name is Hunk what the heck happened and --

Please forgive him, Grant, he gets like this when he's worried.

But at least, said "magic thing" is nearby. It looks more like a futuristic pod than anything magical.

Grant does his best to introduce himself in turn (his name is Grant, he was helping Shiro with 'that vampire diplomacy thing' - Grant isn't much better at handling stress, clearly) and to explain (the bunker, the vampire's strange behavior, the gun) but, unfortunately, he probably couldn't give many details even if he weren't panicking.

He's... honestly pretty glad not to be the only person around to get Shiro into the pod, because hell if he knows how to work that thing.

And then Shiro is in this weird pod thing, and... apparently alright. He still doesn't look alright to Grant, but... he's alive. That's better than nothing.

...And now he's not sure if he should hang around or leave or... or what.

It's... probably a good thing it's Hunk here, because if there ever was some member of the team most likely to make friends with anyone, it's this guy. In between reassuring Grant it's all "gonna be okay" and "this happens way, way more than you'd think, man", he's probably asking shop kinds of questions.

Which range between the best ingredients for certain kinds of potions and whether or not sunscreen would actually help a werewolf (because he has a bet going, sorry).

If nothing else, there's no indication Grant needs to go anywhere. There's probably even an offer of a sandwich in there somewhere, or a burrito or a soda or anything (you look worse than he does man are you sure you're okay?).

It only takes about an hour for it to finish whatever it's doing. And. You know. Spit him out.

In a way, not being expected to leave is something of a relief. It's not great, being acutely aware of the condition Shiro is in, so close by, but it's probably better than still being aware of that and also having no way of knowing when he'll be better.

Of course, with that in mind, having someone to talk to definitely helps, too. He answers Hunk's questions the best he can (though he can't help expressing some confusion at why sunscreen wouldn't help), though he turns down the offer of food. As much as he appreciates it, he's not sure he could eat right now, anyway.

The sound of the pod finally ejecting Shiro gets his attention, and he looks toward it, not quite sure what to expect.

Oh hold on, dude, I got this.

Because out of everyone, Hunk's literally the strongest. And he manhandles his fearless, unconscious, leader like this is an everyday occurrence. It probably is, to be honest. There's a convenient floating (levitating?) bed thing waiting to go somewhere that isn't the apparent hospital wing of the underground complex.

When all is said and done, however, they're brought to a little room decorated liberally in black and grey. With all kinds of dorky glow in the dark stars stuck to the walls. Apparently this is where he lives.

You can totally hang out here man, he'll probably be up in a couple minutes, no big. Uhhh... yell if you need something?

Grant just keeps following behind Hunk like a particularly large, nervous duckling, hands jammed into his pockets. He nods gratefully at being told he can stick around and wait for Shiro to wake up. "Thanks. Really."

And then it's just a matter of waiting. He wanders the room a bit, not touching anything, just looking over the array of glow in the dark stars plastered to the walls. That's... kind of cute, actually. Before long, though, he just sits down next to the bed and waits.

There's a bed. A desk with a chair, and a closet. Literally no other bits of furniture in the room. Hell there's not even a window. This room is ridiculous. But, fortunately, Grant doesn't have long to wait.

Just a few minutes pass before he's waking slowly. Obviously disoriented, but seeing Grant there makes him calm fairly quickly. Pressing his hand to his head.

"Looks... like it worked out?"

But still, ow.

Even having already been told that Shiro would be alright, actually seeing him wake up gets a relieved sigh from Grant. He manages a small smile as he replies.

"Yeah. Hunk got you into a... uh, pod thing? One of those."

"Glad he's here."

Despite still being groggy, and more than a little sore, there's a lot of fondness in that one sentence. Except then he frowns. And looks up to Grant.

"You stayed?"

"Mm-hm. He seems like a good kid."

He nods, glancing away somewhat sheepishly. "Uh... yeah. I'm sorry if I shouldn't have, but I just... I wanted to make sure you were alright. --Not that I didn't trust that it was handled, with Hunk and the pod and everything, I just... y'know, I wanted to be able to... to be here."

Oh god he should definitely stop talking now. Honestly, who does he think he is, going on about wanting to be here for Shiro? Grant ducks his head and looks away, twisting the fabric of his sleeve in one hand.

"They all are... Hunk's --" A grimace, as he moves to prop himself up on his elbows. "--good with people. Makes them feel comfortable."

Way more of a people person than Hunk will ever give himself credit for. Or at least, way better with people. At least propped up like this, he gets a good look at the sudden mortification or uncertainty or whatever it is suddenly on Grant's face.

"Hey... hey you're fine. It's okay. I'm glad to see you."

Glad to see Grant's in one piece.

Grant lets out a weak laugh, pushing his fingers through his hair. "I'm... I'm glad to hear that. ...I'm glad you're alright."

For a given value of 'alright'. At least he's not dead.

"I'm glad you're all right."

A little flicker of a smile as he repeats the words. It's tired, a bit unsteady, but it's there. It's real.

"That... really wasn't I had planned for today."

Sorry he got the poor guy into this mess, in other words.

"Ha... really, you hadn't gone into this intending to get shot?" Kind of a weak attempt at a joke, but it's about the best he's got right now. And he really can't emphasize enough - he's not the one who got the short end of the stick here.

"I promise you this... doesn't happen all that often."

It's meant to be reassuring. He just doesn't say "normal gunshots" aren't the norm. Usually it's something supernatural or magical or worse.

There's an awkward moment of silence.

"Still owe you a shirt."

"Well, that's good to hear, anyway. Though Hunk said... kind of the opposite of that." WHAT IS THE TRUTH.

...Wow. Grant just looks at him for a moment, then gives a quiet, weak laugh. "Don't... don't worry about it. I've got more just like it, believe me."

"... He didn't."

He totally did. Shiro had just been hoping Grant would be spared the "Shiro throws himself into danger too much" talk. Because, the part of him that harbored some weird sort of feeling for Grant didn't want to drag him into it.

That part is also irrationally happy to see him. And hear him laugh.

"C'mon. Let me pay you back. Somehow."

"He absolutely did." Grant manages to keep from smiling too hard. It's a concerning thing to hear, for sure, but-- if it's true one way or another, he'd rather know than not.

"Well..." Now he hesitates, because... this is an opportunity, isn't it? There are a lot of ways he could answer that, but he's got to pick the right one. So maybe-- Right. Okay, he's gonna go for it.

"If... you want to, you could pay me back by buying me lunch sometime."

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