#ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ; ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ( karter kane )

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@lycanstark gets a thing!

"You're looking more tired than usual..."

A PAUSE COMES as he leans forward on his elbows, brows raised for a second as he offers an ALMOST coy smile.

"...long night of studying?"

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@iviaw / @lycanstark

NIV NISSIM and TAMIR GINSBURG Sublet (2020) dir Eytan Fox

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@griefknown gets a starter from HELLHOUND KARTER KANE

Something stirs within him as he approaches, THE FEELING of dread that sweeps through the town is something he isn't unfamiliar with, yet the stench of UNDEAD is palpable. This sleepy little town that he'd been tracking his target to since he emerged from the underworld as per Hades's orders. The god had sent his most effective warden to return to soul that was taken from them.

He'd tracked it here, to this town. MYSTIC FALLS. Hardly on any maps, and it's barely anything to look at either. Picturesque he imagined. Reminding him of a simpler time before he was as he is now. He enters the town, TRYING his best to be unassuming, passing glances ignored as he follows the scent through the town as it catches on the wind. 

The soul will be here somewhere, HE KNOWS it with certainty, but he can't just TAKE IT BACK. Not in broad daylight. This would be a test of his skills as a hunter more than as a warden. He follows the scent to a SMALL hole in the wall eatery, eyes transfixed on the people inside as he watches as though he's a tourist trying his best to understand where to go.

"It's here..."

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@frxncaise liked for a starter from KARTER KANE

HE LEANS OVER the horse trough for a second, brow furrowed as he wonders how much effort his sister put into trying to keep the fact that he's alive a secret. It goes without saying he's not happy about this façade he has to keep up, but he needed supplies, and LOCAL AUTHORITIES were...less concerned about him in Wolf's Ridge.

"Eugh...by the gods, this is meager."

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@lycanstark said:

“ If the apocalypse comes, beep me. ” ( karter, whichever age, since these two have been together 84 years )

HE PAUSES what he's in the midst of doing as Logan emerges from his seemingly endless stream of calls that he'd bee trapped on since early this morning. The past few days had essentially boiled to that very fact, but the expression on his face suggests even HE tires of them. More than usual at least.

"Y'look like death."

Another pause follows, his eyes sizing up the other man for a second before he gets up, book set to the side as he stretches a little bit. Realizing he's been sitting in the same place for what felt like hours.

"Fancy me makin' up an excuse t'pull ya away or nah? Cuz I can definitely make that happen if need be."

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"–––ok got me there."

He chuckles quietly, rubbing the back of his neck as he draws in a quiet breath. 

"...I know."

He offers a grin. Nodding in response he leans forward, trying his best to remind himself that he doesn't OFT speak his mind with Logan out of habit.

"I know I'm always safe with you. So yeah I mean I figured that you'd always keep me safe yeah?"

He chuckles quietly, he could've guessed that Logan's response would've been that but he figures that he'd rather confirm and be safer. He hums quietly, mulling over Logan's words before continuing.

"Sorry it couldn't be more help. I'd offer to do some research but honestly I don't know how much help I'll be. You're the only one who knows yourself so, just tell me what you need and I'll help where I can."

         ❛   ─   well, in case you missed it, being on time is a lot better than being locked out. it was a win.   ❜ the wolf merely quipped back, shaking his head slightly while a chuckle fell past his lips. ❛   and that swerving back and forth, was CALCULATED, you were never in any danger... and at the end of it, the parking block was safe, unlike half of the times that i've ridden with you.   ❜

logan could tell that karter was watching over him in a manner that, usually would have irritated him, and had it been anyone else ─ it would have. though, given the fact that he had tossed back enough edibles to likely render a NORMAL person in a rather screwed position, the wolf assumed that the reaction made sense. and that wasn't really factoring in the significant other aspect, which came with it's own set of protectiveness.

                   at the other's musing about harder substances, the wolf furrowed his brows slightly, glancing in his direction. ❛   ... ah, gotcha ... you're not wrong there. i'm not so bad off that i'd need to even really think in that direction... let alone agree to it.   ❜ he commented, honestly. so what if he was exhausted? eventually, sleep would happen, it was just a matter of when and how deeply.

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@lcbcshcart liked for a starter from KARTER KANE

HE LEANS forward, laying out the stone quietly eyes fixated on the new planter he's laying down to try and expand his garden. He always preferred HOMEGROWN things anyway. Ears shift slightly, Cloud Chaser pushing his snout into Karthisius's hip before the god rises and glances over his shoulder.

"I wasn't expecting company..."

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I can't STAND it The URGE is so demanding The purge so PURGE The ART OF WAR god dammit I'm drained

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[ KARTER KANE OPEN: VERSE / DBD ]

He leans forward, hand resting on the finished generator, the warmth of its whirring engines almost giving him a SENSE of comfort despite the fact that he knows better. His legs haven't started ACHING yet, but the trial was still young.

"...seems there's hope yet..."

The words are sighed out as he takes a moment to glance about, WATCHING to ensure he isn't in the den of the beast.

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. THE ENDLESS WANDERER

. Teachable Perks fogwise && potential energy && quick gambit

THE RUGGED SCRAPPER

. Teachable Perks no mither && dead hard && we're gonna live forever

THE INTREPID ADVENTURER

. Teachable Perks chase the rabbit && afterburner && hogwild

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vittorio toscano && david king && karter kane @fcgwise && @ncmither && @citysank

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@stanfordprepped–––> cont from HERE...

Brow furrows as he glares at the wound momentarily. THE THOUGHT crosses his mind that this nonsense wouldn't really be HIS PROBLEM if he just left, but that wasn't really the man he was. AT LEAST not internally. He had his moments but this was FORTUNATELY not one of them. CROUCHED down, eyes glazing over the wound he grumbles quietly, SLIPPING his over shirt off and tossing it onto the other man.

"Wrap th'wound. Wanna keep pressure on it 'fore y'get fucked."

He doesn't elaborate much on the matter, rising back up to his feet, the MUD still staining the soles of his boots as he searches about. OUT OF THE FRYING PAN...and into the fire. Seems like there truly was NO REST for the wicked these days, and with an exhale he leans over a nearby ledge before rubbing the back of his neck.

"Y'think y'can walk?"

It's almost a rhetorical question, because either way he'll be traversing forth, IT'S just whether or not he'll come back that will be determined by the question posed. BETTER to get a lay of the land now than to wait until later and find out the hard way.

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@were-jer gets a starter from KARTER KANE

He stretches out a little, DAYDREAM BOAT 50s outfit donning his form in all pink. He's ready for the MOVIE in every sense of the word and as he glances over his shoulder he spies the COMPANY who'd be keeping him, his arms resting on the counter of the concession stand before he waves him over, speaking idly as he does.

"Really leaning into it aren't we?"

A SMALL chuckle escapes his lips as he turns his attention back to the concession stand employee, offering a wink as he rises up, the lollipop pulled from his lips as he speaks.

"Large soda and a popcorn yeah?"

When Jeremy finally reaches him, Karter turns, elbow still resting on the counter as he cants his head to the side, lowering GEOMETRIC white glasses as he raises a brow.

"Hi Ken."

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It's always ODD to hear words from a local when it was someplace he hadn't been able to travel to as a mortal. Even as a god it felt like he was coming from a different world. Suffice to say the adjustment to GODHOOD had been...intense.

He exhales quietly, following and listening intently. Practically hanging on the man's words despite the fact that truth be told this wasn't ANYTHING shockingly different in the grand scheme of things. Divinity showed one a whole other UNIVERSE of things. But even the smallest changes could be worldly for those who haven't walked outside their realm in a long enough amount of time.

"I see, I shall follow your lead then."

He keeps himself concise, preferring not to interrupt too much as he's keen to absorb information. It was so rare for him to step outside his zone of comfort in this manner and so he was privy to put on his 'mortal man' lenses once again. Even if only briefly.

"That's quite alright. I am not much of a drinker these days."

The comment reminds him of his selected sobriety, godhood had made him feel RESPONSIBLE to keep himself in peak working condition, and alcohol was a vice he'd chosen to let go when he had ascended.

patience  wears  thin,  a  dulled  blade  that  continuously  cuts  into  him. he  glances  back  to  the  roads.  cars  passing,  the  vibration  of  engines  &  burn  of  headlights.  it  was  easy  to  become  lost  in  new  orleans.  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲  could  be  a  mistake  that  would  be  paid.   lincoln  rolled  his  shoulders.   there  was  one  place  to  go  that  was  near  dead  because  television  &  humans  seemed  to  believe  that  the  city  was  a  capital   for  the  supernatural.   ❛❛  got  a  place  we  can  get  lost  in.  ‘hey  call  it𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃.   ain’t  got  good  liquor  but  d’company  ain’t  d’hat  bad.  ❜❜

there  is  no  pause,  he  starts  to  walk  toward  the  bar.  a  hotspot  for  supernatural’s  the  city  was  at  one  point,  when  he  had  been  younger.  but,  after  the  book  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 started  to  get  popular  and  more  &  more  media  started  to  focus  the  city,  they  had  cleared  out.   only  a  few  pockets  remained.   not  sure  if  karter  would  follow,  or  cared,  lincoln  headed  that  way.   the  familiar  streets  a  twisting  soundtrack  of  violence.  halfway  down,  he  lit  another  cigarette.  only  stopping  to  see  if  the  god  had  indeed  𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃.

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from a certain guy who's alive in very few instances

ARE YOU KARTER'S TYPE?–––ACCEPTING

Cue the uncomfortable breathing because now his brain is thinking about stuff and he's not a fan of that

@ghostofaformerself

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Sheeesh

ARE YOU KARTER'S TYPE?–––ACCEPTING

He's feeling perceived ( and being perceived ) and he isn't sure if he's mad or horny

@eisiramdeus

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@spiesintheshadows said:

“ let’s play a little game. ”  for Karter if that's okay

HE LOWERS, the distance ALMOST shrinking when those words are spoken. He wasn't one for mind games. He lowers down, keeping his center of gravity even so he can make a break for it if he has to. The words REALLY don't do much in the way of temper his mood. He recalls sociopaths like this from when he was still in a NORMAL PLACE, but it seemed as though those times were long gone & done.

"WE ALREADY ARE–––it's called WHACK-A-BITCH."

He'd heard STORIES about this one in particular. Apparently liked to play mind games and turn things...sinister. Even more so than they already were. It'd bother him if he didn't take a sick pride in finding ways to PISS THEM OFF. Piss off the enemy. Piss them off so that he could keep them distracted...OCCUPIED.

"Simple. I drop WOOD on your head, and you take it. See?"

HE DRAWS in a quiet breath. It's not out of fear, ALMOST anticipation. He's ready & prepared for this exact scenario, and he had made it a habit to piss off as many of them as possible. If he made himself a target, then MAYBE, just maybe, others might be able to benefit and make it out in one piece.