"I don't know....I've only killed like...One"..." Keirra paused to think about that for a moment. Was it just one" It felt like it should've been more...."One person, dude!" Keirra sighed softly, "I guess I'll have to come up with a new plan. Just forget that one, okay?" Yes, Zver....Feel safe. Feel secure. That's what she wants! Her head dropped down as he worked on her shoulder area, and then he reached out to hug her. "Don't stop," she grumped, but then paused with that furrowed brow and looked back at him. "You'll really snip your junk?" she asked. "If you snip your junk you can come near me with it..." Keirra muttered.



"Aw, you're just a baby on killer standards," he chuckled. "It's okay, you'll get super pissed at me one day and go on a rampage soon enough like a proper psychopath, babe." Just stop trying to kill me in the process, bitch! "Fine. But if you're going to murder the whole house, I expect to die proudly. So, get your master plan established. You better fucking impress me." It was fun to joke about, but he was still fully expecting Ko was going to kill him one day. Especially when she kept going all....crazy eyes on him..

Raising a brow when she asked that, like the answer was obvious. "I've already snipped my junk once," he informed her. "Coming back must've reset that ****." He scoffed, smoothing out the muscles of her back with his thumbs and fingers. "While you're recouperating from passing a Boulder," he lifted one hand from his back and made the scissor-cutting motion with his fingers. "Snip snip, mother******. In and out." Cackling, he grinned at her like the proper crazy Russian he was.



Cheeks puffed out lightly, bitterly, "I'm not a baby..." muttered in the grumpiest voice imaginable. Then her eyes closed warmly, "I'll leave pieces of you everywhere," she told him in the most chipper little tone. This. This was their Valentine's day conversation. They truly were the best couple ever! ...except she did NOT have crazy eyes! Her eyes were fabulous.

"Did you have kids before?" she asked. Yeah, they were already married once already. He left her widowed, came back as a human, re-engaged her, and she didn't know the answer to that question. Or maybe she did and preggo-brain was kicking in. Still, in her experience, the snipping usually happened after the accident. "Lucky me," when she mentioned it resetting itself. Boulder was going to be so loved. She grinned when he talked about snipping, and closed those pretty eyes—which were totally NOT crazy.



"You're totally a baby," he teased her, only to sigh dreamily when she told him she was going to leave him in pieces. "You're going to keep a few of them, right' Maybe in jars. Or in the freezer." He squinted, looking over her head. "...Probably keep my head somewhere since you'll never leave my fucking hair alone.." What' Was....was this not a romantic conversation' Zver was misinformed then! Oh well. She did too have crazy eyes! They were all pretty and blue until BAM! black and crazy!

That question actually made him snort. "Kids" Are you fucking kidding" I got my shit snipped in high school. Found some back alley doc in Cold Harbor and that was the end of it." It usually happened after the accident. Zver was an unusual man. Cackling softy, he moved the massage onto her shoulders. "Damn straight lucky you. You get the one and only chance to share these amazing genes," pulling one hand away, he gestured to himself with a sweep of said hand while biting his bottom lip and bouncing his brows at her. "Intelligence, great hair, beautiful..." Lifting those noodle arms and 'flexing' which...didn't really do a whole lot. "..physique...Whole package baby." He cackled, unable to keep a straight face at that point. "Boulder's fucked. Totally going to be a midget with a jewfro," he teased.



"...you're a baby..." Keirra retorted with a little pout. "Oh I'll totally keep a few of them, considering I already have your balls in my trophy case, I'll probably keep your head in the freezer, maybe a couple fingers in jars..." A lazy little nod before she dropped back down to enjoy the massage. "Mm....Lower," she cooed softly. Girl looked ready for a second nap, it seemed.

Smirking lightly, "I'm so honored to pass on your genes," she said with a roll of her eyes. "You probably picked the wrong person, though...Should've went with someone taller, smarter, and....Less crazy." Between the two of them, Boulder was going to be a midget with a jewfro, mommy and daddy issues, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, and psychotic tendencies.



Snickering at that creative retort, he sighed. "At least they're in the trophy case with the windows, right' I like to look at them longingly, remembering the day I owned them myself." His hands moved lower per her request, peeking over to the fact she looked ready to nap. "Don't you fall asleep on me yet. You do, I'm getting that happy ending one way or another," he warned her with a cheshire grin. He scoffed at her. "Why would I want that' Short chicks are hotter....I need someone dumb enough to put up with my shit. And Sugar Puss.." He reminded her, "your crazy is what got me in the sack in the first place." Cackling, he shook his head. Yeah, that kid was probably going to end up in prison or the nut house. "I love you, you short dumb bitch." He was the sentimental type, really. "So..." He hummed, sliding his hands around to her chest. "Is it time for that happy ending yet?" Tugging her back against him, he nuzzled his nose into the side of her neck.



"Oh yeah, babe....Totally!" Keirra said, with a nod of her head. "I keep them dusted and polished, no worries there." Mhm! Mmmmhmm! Then he spoke about her falling asleep and getting his happy ending either way. "You always do!" she snickered lightly. "You know the rule, though....Naps are okay, but if I'm sleeping for the night, you keep that thing away from me or I'll claw your damned eyes out." A stern look.

"Leave it to you to wipe out all my little insecurities," she said with a cackle. "I love you, too, you weird, curly-haired, skinny assclown.." Best. Couple. Ever. When he asked about that happy ending, she smirked. "Yeah, yeah....You can have your happy ending....Come 'ere.."



Keirra flopped down on her side of the couch and let out a happy little sigh. The panties that hung from her ankle, were adjusted and pulled up her legs. She arched her body up and slid them back on beneath the long t-shirt. "Happy fucking Valentine's day..." The girl said, looking no less than pleased with herself, and him, but mostly her. Her tongue lashed out against her lips and she reached for that pack of cigarettes.

"I was amazing..."



He left his jeans in a pile at one corner of the couch but leaned back against the cushions to hike his boxers back up. That jewfro was one hell of a mess but he had that goofy lopsided grin that made him look like an idiot. Cackling, he ran his fingers through his hair to smooth it which...only bounced right back when he let go of it. "Happy fucking Valentine's to you too."

"Yeah, you were alright," he teased, giving her a puppy dog look as he looked between her and the pack. Look at that quivering lip! So pitiful! Nicotine pleasssse.



A cigarette was sewn to her lips and she sparked it up. "Pfft, just alright' Hm....Well I guess we don't have to do that anymore," she told him with a scoff. The cigarette was puffed on, and the smoke was sighed out. She caught that damned pathetic look and raised a brow. "Oh for f'sake..." she muttered and held out that cigarette to him. When he took it, she lit up another and curled up on her respectable end of the couch. Her thumb moved to the edge of her panties to pluck it them out of her butt, and then she relaxed. Eyes falling shut, smoking in silence. One day she'd fall asleep smoking and burn the house down. ....it was more than likely her goal to burn Dorian's house down.





"Nnnnghh!" He whined, shaking his head. "Niet. I won't go back to Handsy. She doesn't cut it for me anymore." He pouted lightly, leaning on his side to be tucked behind her legs where she was curled up on her side. Grinning to her when she held out that cigarette, he plucked it from her fingers and smeared his lips down her thigh. "You're the best lay," said the ass-kisser....just as she plucked out a wedgie. "And the sexiest, for sure." Lifting his head to take a drag from his cigarette, he let out a content sigh.

It took all he had not to face palm the fuck out of himself when Ko had her dumbest moments. ....And an even harder time not V8 palming her. Like right now. "...Not the point, Ko.." He snickered, when she mentioned visiting her friend. His brows lowered, listening to the broadcast which....was proving to be rather difficult with the preggo babbling on. Groaning a bit, he looked at her. "Well if you hadn't blown up your haaaand," he raised his brows. "I wouldn't have to take away your flashbombs. Now shh," sucking down more of his cigarette as he maneuvered to sit up. He managed to hear something about groups of humans attacking non-humans, a Cleansing....seriously' His expression hardened for a moment. "A fucking purge" Are you serious?" Glancing up at Dorian.



"There are plenty of people who still have a radio, thank you." Lifting his chin in defiance. "They are useful and come in handy. Like right now." Flapping his hand about as he tried to get them both to shut up until at least Zver seemed to understand. "Yes," he sighed. "A purge. A cleanse. They want to rid the bloody city of us non-humans." He looked at the two. "Do you get it now"!" Flapping his arms at them. Bird Do-Do!



Fingers combed through her hair, she took a final drag of the cigarette and stamped it out with the other hand. Blowing out the smoke, she raised an eyebrow at the two. When he gave her that condescending little response as to why he took away her flashbombs, she rolled her eyes. "...bitch..." she muttered in a low tone. "Yeah, old people..." To Dorian. When the two went on, she pushed herself up to a standing position. "Mm....I'm gonna go for a walk," she muttered softly, heading up the stairs. She seemed way too calm about it.



"You're a bitch," he muttered in lame response to her calling him a bitch. Though, the moment she mentioned going for a walk, his eyes locked onto her as his brows lowered drastically. "Like hell you are. If this shit's for real, you're not going anywhere, woman." Pushing himself off the couch, he trailed after her. "Get your ass back here." Those long chicken legs bounding up the stairs after her.



"I'm not old....I'm.." Okay, he was old on her standards. "Disguised." Sniffling once, his eyes snapped wide as he just stared at her. "...I tell you there's going to be an attack on the city and you want to go for a walk" Are you bloody insane"!" Watching Zver going after her, he was a bit slow on the bark as he pointed. "Go get her! I'm going to call Freya and try to get her home." Digging into his pockets, he might've fumbled a moment before finally pulling the device out and hit the speed dial.



Damn it! She just wanted to sneak off to his arsenal and get some firepower! Did Keirra expect them to lock her in a closet until it was over" ...Yes. Yes she did. She wasn't going back in the closet, damn it! Scrunching up her face, she rolled her eyes at Zver's persuit. "Go awayyyyyy..." she whined and batted back at him with her hand. "You guys are annoying..."



Freya answered after a few rings, "Mm....Don't talk to me unless you're wearing flannel."



"Niet," he grumbled again, leaning away from her flailing hand as he tugged her toward him. "Dammit, Keirra. Stop being stupid." Opening his mouth, he got a faceful of burp and huffed. Only to return the burp in her face. "I love you too, bitch but," because burping in each other's face meant I love you. "I'm getting real sick of your shit." Raising his brows, pointed at her. "If you still your ass back on the couch, I will give you something."



Sighing to Frey's words, "so it's no joke. Alright, get home as soon as you can. And....be careful." He had faith that Frey would be alright, she knew what she was doing. And he might possibly be hoping that Hank was currently stalking her and making sure she was okay. Hanging up the phone, he turned to Zver struggling with Ko. Walking to the bottom of the stairs, he looked up to the preggo. "Love, if you let us figure this out, I've got a fresh cake with your name on it.....Please?" His voice that soft warmness as he held his arms out to her. He looked so pitiful! Just give him love and hugs and don't make him panic over you doing something dumb!



The rogue closed one eye and pulled her face back from the burp, "You're fucking disgusting..." As if she hadn't fired the first bullet. Damn it if Dorian didn't look pathetic. Damn it....She just wanted to come back strapped and ready to go. The Russian sighed softly and drooped those shoulders. Like a little kid, Keirra moved toward Dorian to sink into those arms, if Zver let her go of course. "Fine...but....I'm going pee first." Her foot was down! DOWN!

It wasn't long after Zver got Keirra armed, that Freya came through the door. Everything was absolute chaos out there, everyone was panicking, fleeing, looting. She might have kicked a few people in the teeth out of principle! Nobody needed to know that, though. With a dozen red roses and a card in hand, the nighteater moved into the house. It took a while getting home in the chaos, but somehow, she'd managed.



While Zver was getting himself decked out like Rambo, Dorian had been retrieving his crossbow and everything needed. His sensitive hearing picked up Frey's arrival home and his head lifted from where he'd been fiddling with the strings to make sure they were aligned correctly. He let out a squeak and came flying around that corner like a damn puppy who'd been waiting for it's owner to come home. "Oh bloody hell you're home, I was so worried about you!" And that flannel wearing dork swooped on her instantly, all but crushing her in a hug that might've possibly lifted her off the ground in the process.



Now that was a greeting! Unfortunately, Freya hadn't been expecting the hug. She'd been practicing being romantic for what was the first time in her life....She held out the flowers, closed her eyes warmly and started. "Happy Valen—" The man crushed the flowers against her in that hug, and her eyes snapped open. A groan left her as she felt her feet leave the floor, body tensing lightly. "...hi..."



He hadn't really noticed she'd been holding anything, his biggest concern was the fact that she was home and safe. When she groaned and gave that greeting, that familiar flare of tomato colored his cheeks as he slowly lowered her to the floor. "Sorry, love. It's...been a crazy day".." He tried to justify his spaz moment before he let her go and took a step back. "Are..." he started, only to look down then at the crushed flowers, and blinked. "...What are those?"



When he set her down, she looked at the mashed once-flowers and frowned deeply. She looked just....so broken about it. Probably because she spent an hour picking out the right ones and bitching at the shopkeep until she let her make her own bouquette. Now they were an unappreciated memory of crushed dreams and scattered petals. "They....they were flowers..." Freya muttered softly. She held up the stems in a pathetically sweet gesture.



The gesture seemed to stun him for a moment, his brows lifting high until she just looked so damn heartbroken over the flowers he smooshed. "Oh, love.." He did the flappy hands. The happy flappy hands. "You got me flowers?" Yeah, there was no questioning who the bitch of this dynamic was. Taking those tattered stems, he gave her a toothy grin and looked over his shoulder. "Zver!" He barked, because he was wearing flannel and it gave him weird dominant powers or something. Don't question how the nighteater's head worked, it was a mess in there. "How much longer do we have?"



"Um...." Zver looked to the clock on the microwave. "A half hour, why?"



"....Because this woman is going to get rekt," he informed the others, flashing her a moment's warning with a grin before he was potato-sacking her over his shoulder. Turning around, he paused a moment and squinted. "....Reasonably rekt....but not too rekt.." Shaking his head, he waved his free hand. "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" And he was heading to the office. He didn't want to tire the woman out too much. They might have a war coming on their hands, she needed to be on top of her game! .....But Freya got him flowers. She was getting some.



Freya had her moments! She didn't really understand Valentine's day, and needed some assistance via the internet. After trolling random chat rooms and calling a 13 year old boy a little bitch monger—all while typing with two fingers—she managed to get a feel for what she was supposed to do. She nodded, "Yeah, they were prettier before..." she muttered sadly. Then he shouted at Zver, got all dominant and threw her over his shoulder. A wicked grin spread across her face. "Yeah I am!" a swat to his bottom before squeaking happily.



Keirra blinked like an idiot and watched it all unfold. "....we've gotta take away his flannel..." she muttered softly.



Laughter trailed after the two when she swatted his ass, only to let out a rather feral growl for the nighteater as he turned his head to plant a bite to her side. Putting a bit more gusto than was truly necessary as he palmed the door to the office open before slamming it shut behind them.



Scrunch looked like he wanted to puke, his face all scrunched as he watched them walked off. Shaking his head, he scowled. "Burn it....burn it all..."

A Short Time Later

"Damn it..." Keirra hissed beneath her breath, working in a hurry to reload the rifle as her gaze was cast over toward the mopey, tired Zimushka. "They just keep coming....How are there so many of them?" she asked with a growl beneath her breath. She popped back into the window and looked around. "You two okay down there?" she called out, staring through the scope. Off in the distance, she saw a man with a rather large looking gun, aiming it at the house. "Shit!" she hissed. "They've got guns now"!" she fired off her own round, and thanks to Zver's training, she managed to bring him down. Whatever type of gun he had went off, and an explosion flared up in the distance. "Hopefully that'll slow 'em down..." Though it didn't seem to.

"Not really!" Freya answered Ko, they seemed to be pouring in from all angles at this point. "They're kinda breaking my balls here!...would be a lot easier if I could just make them kill each other!" she growled and spun around, knocking one in the side of the head as he tried to rush her from behind. The spell hadn't turned her human, but it did zap her magic. "Damn it!"



It had been fun at first, but Zver was human again. After some time passed and his energy levels started calming down, it had just become hectic. He was getting tired, but that didn't stop him. He was in survival mode at this point. At one point, Zver had picked up his handy dandy Rocket Launcher when he started to get annoyed with them and blew up half a building in the midst of it all. "Fuck's sake, they just don't quit." He growled. Now, it was certainly starting to feel more like home. He kind of wished it was the zombie apocalypse at this point, instead of intelligent —though not too intelligent— entities. "Fuck this!" He barked, calling over his shoulder to Frey. "Hold 'em off for a sec!" Ko's question found him and he snickered. "Will be in a fucking minute!" He barked to her, though jumped when the explosion went off as she downed the guy with the gun. "Oh-ho rea-heaaaally?" He snarled, moving onto the lawn as he picked up the Gatling gun Ko had got him for Christmas. He grunted from the weight of it and it was seeming to be a problem. "Frey! Wanna start mowing motherfuckers down?" He called over to her, making his way over there. Exhaustion was seeping into his arms and....well, it was a bit too much for him at the moment but why waste the gun"! "Shit," he muttered, lowering the gun and pulling out his Desert Eagle as he all but blew someone's head off with it when they got too close, getting splattered in the process. "Should've fucking called Charlie," he growled.



Dorian was reloading like crazy, having had to run into the house for another case of arrows. "This is bloody insane! If I wanted to deal with a warzone, I would've stayed in Cold Harbor!" He bitched, running back out as he knocked another arrow in the bow and shot through another rioter's eye over the fence. "This is bull****!" He yelped, feeling a bit less bad for killing people now. He was just sick of their shit!



When Zver broke out the Gatling, a proud smile crept over her face. Then he offered it to Freya, and in set the butthurt! Bitch already stole her bestie, and now she was going to use the gun first' It was written all over her face, but she kept it to herself and just kept shooting instead of being stupid and causing drama at the worst possible time; even if she really did want to tell them both to suck it and waddle off into the night. Keirra...didn't like Freya too much.



It was fine, the feeling was mutual. Maybe after she stopped being a demon-faced ho-bag things would change. For now, Freya was overwhelmed. There were people coming left, and right, front and back. Her eyes slid over to Zver and she smirked. "Oh, you know I do!" suck it, Keirra! Two people on opposite sides rushed her, she fired a shot and took down one of them before spinning around and tucking the barrel of the gun beneath the chin of the next attacker. "Hmph," a cocky little scoff before she pulled the trigger. "Well, sh—" she didn't get the last word out before a lead pipe struck her in the side of the head. She went down, looking up to see him raising it above his head to deliver a deadly finishing blow.



A blow that would never land, because one Hank Sinatra arrived late to the party. He'd rushed the man like a bull and sent him flying. Sure, he couldn't walk through walls anymore, but....That didn't mean that he wasn't still stronger than an ox. "Oi, didja miss me?"

Some Time Later Still

The last nighteater had come to the party. He'd been washed of his magic, too, but....It didn't seem to be a problem to him. Thanks to his feeding habits, he had speed on his side. That coupled with his trusty sword and gun, left him a bit better off than most of the non humans. There was an especially big mob around the side of the house, and as they stormed in, Dakota had dropped from a tree limb. He swung and slashed the throat of one man, impaled another and kicked him off of the blade. Then...he just kind began hacking them down like weeds without much remorse.



Zver was almost maxed out on fighting, having to force himself to swing and had managed to collect another couple magazines for his AK in the midst. The waves were thinning out but it was still a hassle to keep up. He was beat up himself, having not come out of it unscathed. He was relatively sure one of his ribs were bruised or cracked from where he'd gotten into a brawl with someone when both were disarmed. He was bruised and nicked, but still standing. He'd noticed the other Nighteater show up, but he seemed to be on their side and there wasn't much time for introductions.



Dorian didn't have magic to begin with. He just focused on reloading and shooting his crossbow until he ran out of bolts. He'd cursed up a storm and actually had to rely on the ax he had leaned against the fence. It was a good thing Freya had taught him how to use it properly and gave him those lumberjack lessons! He felt like that Johnny fella from the movie, hacking at those trying to come at him to get to the home and everything in between. It was Dakota's appearance that had distracted him, seeming familiar to him but he couldn't quite place it. And that was when he got shot in the shoulder with a stray bullet and yelped out, dropping to one knee as pain radiated through his shoulder and almost had the flamboyant man in tears.



With so many people covering the front of the house, Keirra had taken herself to the back to help watch over Dorian. The not so furry wolf had followed at her heels, bringing in the ammo. "This all there is...?" she asked. "We're almost out..." Keirra bit into her lip and shook her head lightly. "Damn..." It was when a gunshot rang out and Dorian's yelp followed that she tore her attention back to the window. "Shit! Dorian!" she cried out and turned the rifle to locate the shooter. It took her a moment but she pulled the trigger. "Zim! Take over the sniping, I'll be right back..." Ignoring any protest from the not-wolf, she slipped right on through that window. That poor baby was going to come out cross-eyed with how much crap she pulled. She hit several things to soften her fall, and dropped down, moving over to him. Her gun was pulled out. "Dorian...?"



Freya heard Dorian's yelp and her eyes turned over in that direction. A snarl ripped from her throat and she took off running in that direction. "Hank, stay with Zver!" she ordered, knowing he'd want to follow after. She cleared that fence without even trying and landed on the other side.



Hank looked between Zver and Freya like one of his ducklings had slipped away to an inevitable death...."Dakota! Keep an eye out on Freya," he demanded before someone slammed into him. He ducked down and lifted the woman over his head, throwing her across the yard after a noticeable snap rang out in her spine. Sorry, not sorry.



"You got it, Boss!"

"I just....I came down to make sure you were okay....You'd have done the same for me..." Keirra muttered before moving toward the stairs. From the side of them, a man seemed to pop up and take aim at her head. Keirra brought her gun up, but he fired off the first round. Her head snapped backwards and she stumbled back, but there was no blood. There was a flash of light and static from the necklace as she caught her hand on the railing and kept herself from dropping down. She could feel the energy radiating in it, as she watched the man's skull split like a watermelon. "Uh....uhhhh...!" Thank you, Martyr"



A man moved up on the group carrying that prized present that Zver had left unattended. He took aim at Dorian to finish the job, but Dakota seemed to come out of nowhere. Reeling his sword back, he'd managed to stop it before the rounds were fired off and tearing through his body.



"Dakota!" Freya yelled out, but nothing could be done. Instead of moving to help, she spun around to pin Dorian against the wall and block his body with hers. It was about then she felt power surging through her again. Her eyes widened. They were not very blue.



And just as Freya felt that energy, one could bet their ass Zim could, too. A snarl ripped through her as she jumped right from the bedroom window with a running start. She landed on the Gatling-toting-Dakota-killer. The bullets sank into the house as he fell to the ground and Zim began tearing out his throat. Back in the game!



His expression softened to Ko's words, giving her that affectionate Dorian look. "I know, love. I'm fine, I promise. Just please go—" He trailed off seeing the man pop up and lift his hand up holding that gun. "Keirra!" He yelped, a bit too soon as they seemed to have an old western showdown but the man was faster. Panic set in to the Nighteater as he started for Ko, just to see the man's head split and he had enough time to see Ko wasn't dead.



For the moment, everything was chaos. He was trying to get to Keirra when the loud popping of the Gatling went off and he caught the new Nighteater get dropped. Suddenly, he was shoved against the wall with a grunt as he hissed out pain from the pressure to his shoulder. "Frey, what are you doing"!" He barked, panicking all over again that she'd put her life on the line for him. His hands found her waist like he was going to reverse them before he stopped at the look on her face. "...Frey?" Now he was just confused.



He'd been too caught up with fighting off two aggressors at once to notice his Gatling had been jacked. Managing to sink the blade of his souvenir into the temple of one, he yanked it back out with a growl as he was just getting irritated at the masses at this point. Turning to the next person, he clutched the blade in his hand. "Come on!" He barked, curling his fingers to his palm at the same time until gunshots went off and he heard Ko's name get called. He tensed instantly, a sound of anger tearing through his throat before he grabbed the second assaulter's shirt and slit his throat in one motion before bolting toward the direction of the voices. Sorry, Hank. But Ko came first before....just about everything. Scaling the fence, he dropped down and stumbled from exhaustion before catching himself and was off again. "Keirra!" He called, ducking beneath the wolf leaping out of the window and jumping over Dakota's downed body to making a direct line for his wife. Human or not, the scrawny fuck could free run.

The rogue made a face at him, and then was tugged over to him. She didn't look pleased, but returned the kiss now that there was nothing left to shoot....or so they thought....When he pulled back, she rolled her eyes and watched him turn away. She took a lean against the wall and scoffed. "I don't know why they think they have to hide me....I'm a great shot, and I can handle myself..." Keirra muttered lightly, though it seemed like the exact moment she said that last word, the gun twirling in her hand went off. She froze, thinking it had hit her...but no. She might not have been the death of Zver, but she was definitely a pain in his ass.



Freya looked up at the night sky as the thunder began to roll, and she sighed lightly. "God this is so embarrassing..." Like a damned teenager before she followed Dorian's gaze to the gun downed man. "Yeah, that's Dakota..." she said with a groan of annoyance. "He's always reckless..." she muttered lightly and pushed back from Dorian before turning toward the body. "Stupid fucker..." she growled as she knelt down and put her hands on his chest. She had her powers back, and now she got to exhaust them and herself to bring his dumbass back.



With a sword currently through Hank's chest, he lifted his gaze to his 'killer' and raised an eyebrow. "That was a mistake," he muttered and stepped away. The sword just cut through him like butter, but there was no wound. No blood. His fist went right for the man's face and nearly knocked his head off.



The bitch can deal with it. Zver was still grinning and watching Zim run around when he heard Ko's comment. Rolling his eyes, he made a mocking face. She was alive, so he was back to bein a dick. Or he just really needed a cigarette and was getting grumpy. "Because you tend to be stupid....SHIT!" He cried out when the gun went off and capped him right in Lefty Cheek. It staggered him, making his knees buckle as he dropped down and caught himself with one palm while the other found his aching ass. "Didyou......did you just shoot me in the ass"....Nghhhhh," he groaned, hanging his head as he felt blood ooze down his pants leg from the second hole in his derriere. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu—."



"What's embarrassing?" His brows furrowed, glancing up as the thunder rolled in before returning his stare to Dakota. His frown deepened at the mention of the name, and he wasn't placing it yet. Dakota....where do I know that from? Hissing softly when she pushed away and he removed himself from the wall. He was slow to round the woman to get a better look at Dakota's face just as the gun shot popped off and he jumped, looking over his shoulder to see Zver holding his ass. Groaning, he palmed his face with his uninjured arm. "...I'm not digging that bullet out," he muttered, letting out a sigh before he looked to what Frey was doing curiously. "What are.." He muttered, flicking his eyes back and forth between the downed Russian and the Nighteater.

Grunting, he lifted his head a bit and snickered. "No, you're right. It's just raining bulletssss," he hissed sarcastically, his hand feeling where said bullet was sunk into. "ssssonofabitch," he continued. "Yup, seems like it," he puffed his cheeks out against the pain radiating through his ass cheek. Glancing over to her when she crouched by his ass, her joke made him let out a strained cackle that turned into a weird cackling groan. "Ho-fuck," he shook his head. Yeah, laughing hurt. Grunting, he just sorta flopped onto his side and laid there for a minute. He didn't wanna move or get up yet. Flapping his hand in the air, "I need a smoke." Needed one about four hours ago to be exact, between fighting and chaos. But getting shot in the ass" Yup. The first thing he wanted was a smoke.

Dorian had seen Zver get it worse than a bullet to the ass so he didn't seem overly alarmed. Instead he was watching Frey. Being informed she may pass out, his brows furrowed deeply and he knelt down beside her like he'd catch her if she did. "Okayyyy..." He drew out the word skeptically as he let her do her thing. Only to twitch painfully when Dakota sprang up like Dracula. "Jesus!" He yelped in surprise, not expecting resurrection to be in her abilities. He tilted his head curiously when Dakota spoke, only for his expression to become displeased when he fed from Frey. Her collapsing against him seemed to be where he drew the line. "Alright, alright. Welcome back and....stuff.." He muttered, scooping Frey from her slumped position and laying her in the grass.



Gabe scrunched his face up, lifting that blood-soaked bearded chin as he tried so hard to stay mad at Hank. It was difficult. They were besties. It was clear that he was faltering in it though and finally he rolled his eyes to the screaming mess on the ground. "Oh, shut. Uuuuup." As if he didn't have the man in off-the-scales pain. Scoffing, he twitched his fingers as a bolt of lighting splattered him on the ground and he pointed his cane at Hank while leaning forward like he was going to continue on. Opening his mouth, no words came out. He just inhaled slowly and straightened quickly. "Probably' Probably. Proooobablyyyyyy...." The word was said with a different pitch until the last was drawn out with a furrow of those fuzzy brows. "Probably is not definitely, Spankydoodles." He sighed, starting off toward the back yard before swatting the big guy on the backside with the hook of his cane. "Don't do it again!" Walking along, he shook one finger in the air to be seen over his shoulder until the rest of his fingers splayed suddenly. An almost deafening crack of lightening struck down in multiple areas, splattering the remnants of the people attacking in the area.

Lock Papa Nighteater in a bunker, he takes your toys away.



Keirra had her hands at his pants buckle, ready to take them down and look at the wound. "Uhhh.....Uh!" Thankfully he said he needed a smoke and she swatted him on the other cheek, "Good! Err! Sorry! Right," so awkward. "I'll....I'll go light you one...Don't get up!" she chirped at him and then hurried herself up the stairs. She looked out into the yard and sighed lightly, "Where'd that damned dog run off to...?" she questioned before scoffing and shaking her head, running back into the house.



"Thanks, mate..." he muttered weakly and propped himself on an arm. "Nothing makes up a good night like getting shot countless times, ay?" he asked and then snickered lightly, painfully. Eyes moved to Freya and he shook her head, "Never could stay awake after a resurrection. Guess some things...ngh....never change..." Smoothing his hair from his face, he offered that same hand to Dorian. "Dakota," he offered. If there was something familiar, he wasn't seeing it just yet.

"I mean..." Dakota had to think about the question. "If someone she knows dies" She likes to play god," he snickered lightly. "If a stranger dies, she usually lets it go....Unless something tugs at her heartstrings, not that she has much of one in there, cold as iiiiice." No, only to you, Dakota. "Dorian..." he repeated the name back and frowned. Why did it make him feel so sad..."



Zver stayed there on the ground, muttering about 'Black Cocks Down' because it amused him. It wasn't until she returned that he shifted a bit to look at the stairs. He took the cigarette from her when she offered it, watching with a raised brow as she readied him a glass...even with a straw. He couldn't help it. "Why are you being weird?" He inhaled a drag from his cigarette, blowing it out before sucking up some vodka through the straw. "You act like you don't love the fact I have a second hole in my ass," he teased her.



Crinkling his nose, he snickered. "That sounds about right..." About Frey playing God. The mention of her cold heart didn't seem to fit though, objecting with a shake of his head. "No it's not," he mumbled until the man repeated his name and frowned about it. "Not the best name, I'll admit," he chuckled until he cut a glance to the Blood Lord going into his home and giving him that damned stare. ".....He's going to trek blood through the house," he scrunched his nose, but he wasn't going to tell the damn leader of the Petrova Clan to wipe his feet before going inside. "I suppose I need new carpets anyways," he resolved in a sigh before looking at Dakota again. His brows furrowed. "Do I know you from somewhere, mate" You seem awfully familiar," he admitted. It was downright driving him nuts.



Gabe let out a hearty giggle to the greeting from the rogue. Scritching at his bloody beard, he grinned. "It is....it is tasty," he preened, just so proud of his beard. He'd never shave it. Ever. And he moved right along to the kitchen to raid for something suitable to drink. And maybe raid the fridge. He'd taken a liking to the flamboyant Nighteater's cooking.



As long as Gabe didn't finish off her Valentine's day cake, the world would be safe. She furrowed her brow when he asked why she was being weird. "...I shot my fiance in the ass...and I feel bad?" Was she not allowed to feel bad" Give her a break! She wasn't currently possessed. When she threw him down the stairs, it was a different story, man! She laughed at what he said next, "Yeah, maybe..." she said, "Not really looking forward to this next part, though..." she admitted and didn't give him much warning before she snipped at the hole in his pants and tore them open. Then she'd be pouring a nice dose of vodka on his wound.



Dakota raised an eyebrow at Dorian and then shook his head. "You must not have known her long," he said with a lighthearted grin. He wasn't aware that he was talking to the....boyfriend? Whatever Dorian was. Freya wasn't the type to sleep with the same person multiple times, so he probably wouldn't have believed it if he told him. When he asked that question, Dakota gave him a look and then frowned. "I was gonna ask you the same question, mate." Dorian seemed familiar as all hell, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Fifty years was a long time.

Looking up at the man, he shook his head and sighed. He could still feel the bullet in his shoulder, but dammit he was still a Nighteater and he was wearing flannel today. "Alright, love.." he breathed to the unconscious Nighteater. If I drop her, she's going to wake up and kill me" He thought, but brushed it aside. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his shoulder, he pushed his arms beneath her and started to get to his feet. "Bloody hell," he hissed against the pain spiking in his shoulder as he stood, only to stop with widened eyes as his head turned to look over his shoulder at the humans. "....What the bloody fucking hell is going on over there"!" Oh. Ko was digging a bullet out of Zver's butt. Okay.



The whole time her finger was rooting around in his ass wound, she was trying to sweet talk him. "I love you, you're handsome, your hair is like a magical forest...!" she rambled on, and when it was finally free she looked at the bullet and stood up. Grabbing the bottle of vodka she thought about taking a swig, but instead, she put it beside him. "Was that so hard?" she asked, before promptly dry heaving —thankfully she hadn't eaten in a few hours, and then she fainted. What' She didn't like blood that wasn't hers, okay' Leaf her alone!



"Okay..." he grabbed his sword and grunted himself all the way up. "I'll get Hank to grab the curly haired guy and—-" Ko fainted. "...we got another one down..." he muttered softly. "...is she pregnant or fat?" he whispered to Dorian. Dakota, just...no....What' He had to know! "Hank! Come pick up Curly Q," he shouted out.



From around the house the lumbering man came and moved for the downed Russian. "Sorry, Broccoli man..." he said in a deep voice before crouching down. If there was no protesting, he'd be lifting him up princess style.



Groaning up a storm, he rolled onto his side though made sure not to roll on his back. Puffing his cheeks against the pain, he looked up at her when she stood and put the bottle beside him. "....Nope. It was a walk in the fucking park. Can we make it our date night?" He teased her in a sarcastic tone, scoffing as he strangled the bottle's neck to take a swig. Nearly choking on it when she fainted and popped his head up. ".....Ko' Keirra...Is she fucking serious?" Rolling his eyes, he almost rolled onto his back until he yelped and moved back into place. He looked to the Nighteater that yelled and squinted at him. "No, don't pick up the Curly Q!" He objected, pointing to Ko. "Pick up the Ass Finger....er.." He mumbled the last part questionably. Is that even ri—-"Yo, you don't know me like that," he grunted to the bald mountain as he got scooped up into a princess style and puffed his cheeks through the pain. Deciding to roll with it, he flung his arm over Hank's shoulder and eyed him, pointing his finger around the neck of the bottle. "You ever have a chick's finger knuckle deep in your ass?" He questioned, brows high. Don't mind him, he was half delirious from pain, blood loss, vodka and exhaustion. Also, don't mind him while he chugs more vodka. At least before, "someone get my bitch!" Flapping his hand over Hank's shoulder to Ko.