The evening was drawing to an end, the sun slowly sinking in the horizon as the streets of London bustled with life. Soft thunks of wood slapping against wood accompanied the crunch of gravel beneath the wheels of passing carriages, men and women’s voices chattered idly as they made their ways home from whatever work they had been doing that day. The acceptance of women working had only just begun, so the streets were mostly filled with men in tattered work clothes or fine suits. Men of the higher class seemed to walk specifically on the left side of the road, avoiding any sort of interaction with the working men who had stained black fingertips and soot-covered noses. The women, however, for the most part didn’t seem to care. Among those women was a slender five foot five girl dressed in a forest green dress. Her chestnut hair had been pulled back and pinned nicely on the back of her head into a bun, and she wore black gloves to cover her dainty fingers. This same woman weaved through the people with little effort, a graceful creature easily finding its way through the labyrinth of the dirty street. She had heard of a hunter, someone that was well known for taking down the supernatural. Wether or not people believed in the legends, that was besides the point. He was one of her only hopes to get her friend back. She had heard he spent quite a bit of time at the pub, and she could only hope that she’d find him there today. She stopped in the midst of the wave of chattering people, turning into a dimly lit pub and letting her wife sapphire eyes scan the room for someone who matched his description. Her heart soared in relief as she saw him, and she wasted no time in stalking over to his table confidently and taking the seat across from him. “Are the legends true?“ was all she asked, placing her black bag on the table in front of her as she stared intently at the man across from her… waiting for his inevitable reply impatiently.

@MHI Emperor

And just as he thought he would finally have a moment of peace, another person came asking for him. "That depends on who's asking and the reason behind it." He said. He had been bothered enough for the last week about the legends, either by people who only wanted to argue about the existence or non-existence of monsters or by those who needed a job done. The man could always be seen wherever he was, his blonde hair stood out from the common black tone seen in people's heads everywhere. Not only that, but it's rare to see people wearing a dark brown trenchcoat, black pants and a pair of black military boots. Those who didn't know him thought he was a private investigator, those who knew him thought he was stupid to believe monsters existed and those who needed him saw an angel in him. Truth be told, however, as the man wouldn't be able to keep up with his lifestyle daily for much longer. The amount of enemies he had made could have been fatal to anyone... Who didn't know how to kill supernatural beings, of course. Once the girl asked him about the legends, he looked at her. He had a cuban cigar on his mouth and, after inhaling, he let out all of the smoke from his mouth, preventing it from coming to his throat and lungs. The presence of the man was somewhat disturbing, the environment all around him seemed dark. The pub had a slow-dance type of music going on as a live band played in the background. As everyone seemed interested in dancing, the only interest from Arminius Caesar was in his cigar and the nice bottle of Scotch Whiskey that he is currently drinking. It can't be denied that he either likes living a dangerous life or he simply doesn't care about it at all. The ice in his cup simply give away the fact that, had someone wanted to poison him, he'd be completely defenseless against it. Not like it mattered, however, as no one ever tried to do that. One also can't deny the fact that he knows a lot of people, and people who shouldn't be messed with.

@redrum

Those gentle sapphire eyes seemed to immediately flash in annoyance at his words, she wasn’t here to feel disrespect from his tone, but she had to swallow her pride and allow him to speak freely. In order to stay calm, the girl took a deep breath in and let it out silently. She leaned forward and opened her bag, beginning to dig through its contents for a specific something. “I shall take that as a yes,” she began, finally finishing out a small piece of parchment and placing it down on the table in front of her, “I’m in need of services from someone who knows about the unknown. I’m willing to pay generously, if you choose to accept.” She slipped the piece of parchment across the table to the man and slowly retracted her slender fingers. “Whatever your price, double it. Meet me at this address tonight and I will explain more. Half up front, half after the job is done.” Evangeline was a higher class woman, which was quite evident from the delicate stitching of her dress and the small golden pendant that hung around her neck. Evangeline did not wait for the man to accept nor decline, instead she stood to her feet and took her bag back into her hand. She turned around and once again confidently floated along the pub floor, dropping a coin onto the busser’s tray before she would disappear back out onto the street leaving a wave of mystery behind her. @MHI Emperor

Arminius looked at her and found it kinda suspicious, but he couldn't refuse a job offer that would pay double, having half up front, no matter how tired he was that day. He slowly took the parchment and put it in his pocket to make sure they would avoid any kind of suspicions coming from the others in the pub, the owner or even the guards. He smiled and took a last sip on his whiskey. "Of course, madame." He said, taking his cuban cigar to his mouth once again as he watched the woman leave. "I wonder what does she want, but she's paying well..." He thought, looking all around the place to make sure no one had heard their little conversation. A few hours later, now at night, Arminius came to the address put in the piece of parchment. He was wearing the same clothes he was wearing in the pub, with the exception that now he was wearing a dark brown fedora hat that matches the color of his trenchcoat and he is also armed with his weapons -- Apart from that, he also had a necklace on him. By the end of the necklace a cross sits and supposedly wards him off of the evil of the world. Of course, those are all rumors and his only true protection is himself. @redrum

The girl had made her way quickly back to her home, where she would be greeted by the manservant at the door. He opened it for her, giving her a small bow when she entered. “Miss Ives, how did it go?” He asked her as she placed her bag in his hand and nodded politely back to him. “Well. I believe…” she turned and began to ascend the large staircase at the center of the foyer, “I must speak to Sir Chandler.” … That night, the girl and a tall, older man walked along the nearly deserted, poorly lit streets of the less fortunate part of town. Their eyes were set on the opera house, the address that Evangeline had given the man that morning. She trailed just behind the older man, who was wearing a fine black button up blouse, a matching black vest, black trousers and was covered with a thick black cape. When they grew nearer, she noticed the man she had asked to come standing beside the gates in front of the opera. She hastened her pace just enough to step past Sir Chandler and meet him face to face. “I see you’ve wisely accepted my offer.” She reached under her own cape that she had worn over her dress, her dainty fingers wrapping around a small envelope and holding it out to the man. “As promised. The other half will be received afterwards.” Her old English accent was thickened by her societal status, very finely shaped unlike the quick wisp of the poorer maidens of London. @MHI Emperor

When the girl arrived, Arminius knew he wasn't somehow falling into a trap. With that, he stood at ease once the girl gave him the envelope. He quickly reached for it and opened it without previous warning to make sure that the money mentioned was inside. Once he could finally trust the girl, he looked back at her. "Okay, everything seems alright... What do you need me to do? I need details such as who or what I am searching for, what monsters I have to kill and/or what I am killing them for. I mean, I wouldn't believe you if you had told me that you want something killed just for the reck of it." He said, looking inside his trenchcoat and placing the envelope inside one of the pockets. Awaiting for the girl's answer, he also takes his revolver in his hand and inspects it to make sure everything is in place. In case the girl looks down, she will also be able to notice that the revolver is full of engravements all around the barrel, cylinder and grip. Not only is it engraved with master ironworks picturing a snake in heaven, but it also shows the inscription Quod non rursum occidas/Never again will you kill. @redrum

”Lucky for me you are already a believer of the supernatural,” she said as she turned towards the gate. The man she had arrived with stood beside her, looking down at Arminius with a distrustful glare in his sapphire gaze. “There are vampires lurking about, and they’ve taken my friend,” Evangeline continued as she placed her hands on the gates of the opera and pushed them open. The metal screeched as it moved over the ground, but the woman ignored it as she began to make her way to the front door. Her companion followed her dutifully, still having nothing to add to the conversation but his presence was enough to establish his opinion. He did not want to be here, and he sure as hell didn’t trust this supernatural hunter. Yet, he followed along behind Evangeline without a word. She pushed the opera house doors open, stepping into the dimly lit room glowing in the moonlight which had tens of rows of seats leading down to a stage. There seemed to be no movement, not a singular living being lurking in the shadows… but the aura of the room was enough to prove that fact wrong. One could feel plenty of eyes as they walked into the opera, Evangeline had already known from the sidewalk beside the opera that the vampires were there. A gift of hers. @MHI Emperor

"I guess believer of the supernatural is a way to put it, yes... Although I would call it more like hunter of the supernatural." Arminius said, sighing as he held his revolver close to him. Alongside the revolver, he also carried a repeating rifle and a breech-loaded rifle on his back. Both of them being engraved and/or heavily customized and with latin inscriptions as well. Once they were entering the Opera, it is true that Arminius could, in fact, feel the hundreds of eyes watching over them, observing them and making sure that no movement would go unnoticed. Arminius looked at Evangeline's follower with some certain disbelief. "Will he literally be this useless?" He thought, then taking a lighter from his pocket to make some light for them. "Yeah, this place is definitely being... Used by evil spirits, to say the least. I can feel it... I was trained by preachers and priests for this world of the supernatural." He mentioned, having the necklace of a cross always with him. @redrum