Brennan Gallagher | Acheron Parthenopaeus (apostolos) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-02-02 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | bren gallagher, david ryan, hannah ryan |
Who: Bren Gallagher, David and Hannah Ryan.
What: Just some innocent hunters bonding over kicking monster butt.
When: Wednesday, February 4th, after nightfall.
Where: A back alley in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
It had all started with a damn cheesesteak.
The thing about Ash was that, while he (and because of him, Bren) didn't need to eat, that didn't mean he couldn't eat. They could eat real food all they wanted, for the taste, it just didn't actually satisfy their hunger. The other thing - one of the other things, there were a lot of 'things' about Ash that could be the thing at any given time - was that Ash had been a lot of places, seen and tried a lot of things, and sometimes... sometimes, he got cravings. And because he craved it, Bren craved it, even though he'd never actually tasted it before. He'd found himself suddenly dying for beignets, dolmathes, baighan chokha, and the list just got weirder from there. This time, thank fuck, it was for a cheesesteak. Specifically, a cheesesteak from a particular restaurant in Philadelphia that they'd been lucky enough to discover was actually a real place. Yeah, neither of them knew how it worked. It was at least less of a pain in the ass to get to Philadelphia than it was to make it to Greece or Trinidad.
So, they'd gone to Philadelphia, and eaten a cheesesteak that wasn't going to actually do anything for them except satisfy the craving, which was good enough for Bren. After, because what was the point of going to a new place (for him) if you didn't do the tourist thing a little, he'd tugged on the black blazer he'd gotten to replace the jacket he had a feeling he was never getting back from Tori and took the scenic route back to the MTN. The scenic route being... actually, not so scenic. He had a feeling that he'd managed to wander into the bad part of town, accidentally, which happened a lot more than he really wanted to talk about. Lucky for him, he was comfortable with the bad part of town, and just kept walking.
At least, he kept walking until someone nearly ran him over. Bren tugged his hands out of the pockets of his coat to steady the guy. "Whoa, dude, slow..." The mouthful of tiny, sharp fangs would have stopped him cold if he hadn't started to not be surprised by anything. As it was, he paused before finishing the sentence. "Down." Okay, so this wasn't human. It wasn't a Daimon, either. Ash's nearest guess was some kind of vampire, which didn't necessarily mean that it was bad. Look, there were all kinds of people in the world. Vampires could be the good guys, just because he'd never met any that were, it didn't mean it was completely impossible.
Then, the guy somehow missed the fact that he wasn't exactly your typical human and went for his throat. A knee to his gut deterred him and sent him staggering back enough that Bren could get the space to get his bearings. Right. Probably not a good guy. With a shrug, he summoned Ash's baton, swung it a few times to remind himself of the heft, and grinned. "Come at me, bro." Maybe he didn't go seeking out fights, much, but he definitely knew how to end them once they started.