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dimensionhoppinghybrids · 6 years ago

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Amazing art done by my friend @kaizixiii Or Occultdreki on Twitter! She also inspired me to make a story with the image! Which I will share under read more!

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It was on a rainy day that in a corner bar, hidden among most, and more of a local brewery that you could only hear from friends of friends of locals, or if the locals told you of it.

Chesterfield wasn’t perhaps a very tight knit community, but the town still held its own secrets close to heart, well at least some.

And in this little bar, the local hunter, Dave as he was known about the parts, was drinking from a shot glass, downing it all in one, and giving out a satisfied sigh as the whiskey that the barman held specifically for any hunters that came about the parts, either the local flavor, like Dave. Or those passing trough.

Hunters were always welcome at the Daggerdown bar.

A little country song was playing on the beat up digital player, still connected to what was a cloud of many a old song that had been either dragged from whatever world it belonged to, the records of course, replicated, sold, then distributed among the wild net and it’s tangled webs of societies, media distribution and whatnot.

The song seemed to be an old one, or at least from the era it came from, with what was called edm.

The canine hummed along and bobbed his head to the music and seemed to be enjoying himself.

“Quite the music we got today Obe.” Dave said to the barkeep, Obediah, or fully known as Obadiah Hills. Or known to his friends, Obe or Obi.

Obe, a man in his early 50’s, with graying hair set in a ponytail, making the man’s muscled frame and crows feet eyes, worn from stress in some job he had before he came to the bar. His face coming to a smile as he looked over to Dave.

“Aye tha’s true.” He said with a husky smokers voice, cleaning a glass for Dave as he placed another shot in for him again and placing it on the table. ��You know that darned thing. Plays what it pleases most of the time.” He said and gave a wry chuckle, that sounded roughly like a couch if you didn’t know Obediah well enough.

“Oh that’s true.” Dave said as he downed down the whiskey again, giving another sigh as he placed the glass down, grinning at him. “But that’s part of the Daggerdown. The old digi is part of the charm. Always something new everytime you come in.” He said to him, and both shared a knowing chuckle. The digi player was a miracle of it’s own that it was still working, and in return it always played something at random. Someone saying it was stuck permanently on shuffle.

Dave enjoyed a bit more of the music, asking for some salted nuts and a beer while he was there. Dave did enjoy the whiskey shots, but they tended to give you an early rise in the alcohol, so two or three shots were enough to get a nice buzz going, so Dave wanted to eat a bit and mingle with a beer.

Familiar faces came to greet him, some old compatriots from the monster hunter gig, most hunters teamed up and stayed in groups. But Van Helsing, no. He was known as the lone hunter, a lone gunman, which many said was crazy, you stayed in a group. A partner at your side increased your chances of survival, and this was true. But Dave, at least for now. Had managed to survive on his own. Trough pure luck, or just pure stubbornness. Some of the older hunters joked that Dave had inherited his father’s tendency to be too stubborn to die. And you could again, say that it was true.

Dave didn’t know, nor care.

As Dave sat and spoke with some of his pals from town, a few of the younger people came in, Dave looked over, seeing if he recognized anyone, and no face rang a bell. Meaning they were out of towners, probably some of the older teens coming to spend time away from the family if they had earned in vacation, or had gotten spring break. Wait, was that about? Dave couldn’t remember, he didn’t keep track.

Dave looked them over again, making sure to remember their faces, you never knew if you ran into someone on a op.

One guy was a strapping young man, hazelnut brown eyes looking around, blonde hair cut short, and wearing a jacket with his high school logo on it, which he didn’t quit recognize. It looked like a fat raccoon baring its fangs. He looked like a jock. At least from the outfit he got that impression.

The two others that were following him, a Bear, a black bear for that. Wearing the same outfit and having a paler brown color in his eyes, and looking on the scruffier side. And a Hyena, same outfit, but he had piercings and had dyed his mane pink, and one of his eyes was a silver, the other an almost moss green. Huh, weird. He wondered if that other eye was fake or simply had contacts.

As they came inside, Obe asked in his smokers voice, but had an added gruff tone. “Id’s please.” He said to them, and gave them a pointed stare which said that if they didn’t have any, he would throw them out. And Dave knew he could, at least to the blondie and pink. The bear though, he’d need to aim the shotgun at that one.

Dave went back to minding his own business and listening to the music. A nice little song he recognized and started to hum to it, nodding his head to it and letting his mind wander.

Seemed that they had given the proper ids because Obedia wasn’t throwing them out the door. Bodily or through the barrel of a gun. The two animal partners taking seats beside Dave, but he felt a hand tap at his shoulder, and giving a soft grumble he turned again, and saw it was the human.

Giving a sigh, he turned, “Yeah. Can I help you?” He asked the human, and the young man looked him over, and said, as if he already owned the place. “How about you move it cowboy. I think you’re done today.” He said, trying assert his dominance to someone he thought was either beneath him, or thought he was the local freak show. Well, his outfit was a bit out there, but he liked his outfit.

“Buddy.” Dave said with a casual shrug. “I think you better go take a seat or a booth somewhere else. Plenty to go around if you look kid.” He to him, and that seemed to get on the guy’s nerve. Probably the kid part. To Dave’s excuse, he did look like a kid to him.

The young man gave him a poke on the chest, the guy trying to be more dominant then he should. “No, I think you’ve had enough. Me and my friends want to sit here, enjoy the view. Get some booze.” He said, he looked at him, looking angry.

Now, see. Here he knew that he was probably 18, and had given fake ids. He was acting like he owned the place, a predictable jock that thought he could boss everyone around because he was hot shit at home.

Obe seemed to look like he was going to step in, but at that moment another song he vaguely recognized came to and he gave him a grin that spoke of more of confidence than this guys bravado.

Dave sat back and showed the guy one of his revolvers, and taking out the emblem that was tucked underneath his armor, his smirk speaking of what he thought of his attitude, and this was him saying, politely mind you. To fuck off.

The young man seemed to blanch as he saw the emblem and then the gun. His friends saw it too, the Hyena, whom looked like he was going to give a cackle at what was happening, either in nervousness, or to just laugh. But the laugh quickly died in his throat as he saw the gun. As for the bear, he seemed to look at him with wary, quiet caution. Having not stepped in to defend or assert dominance with his friend, which told Dave that he did this often, and it was an old subject.

“Look kid, I’ll give you this one chance. Back off, or you get led for your trouble.” He said to him in a clear calm voice. And as he spoke, the song ended, a sudden silence coming, as if the old digi player was buffering for a new song.

The silence giving tension to the air, the other patrons having gone silent at the clear show of potential terminal idiocy that was unfolding. And none there would hold Dave back if he decided to simply shoot the fucker.

The Daggerdown was its own little community, it’s own little tightly knit place where people knew each other. And most of the people here were hunters, and no one messed with a hunter, unless you really wanted to die.

“Y-yes. Sir.” Squeaked the human. All false bravado gone from his face, the color draining from it, and making it almost as pale as his blonde hair. Dave motioned for him to go, and he, and his friends, hurried off someone else.

Another song finally starting, as if the digi player had decided on a song finally, and it began playing again, something upbeat this time.

“Just another day Obe.” Dave said to the barkeep, and he gave a chuckle. “And just another idjit with a chip on ‘is shoulder, eh?” He asked as he chuckled, which prompted Dave to nod. “Yeah. Just another punk thinking he’s hot shit.” He said, and raised his class to Obe, whom clinked it with an empty one.

“Cheers Obe, for another idiot coming through.” And Obe said in return, as if this was familiar ground to them both. “Cheers, ‘oping they live smarter tomorrow then today.” He said as he chuckled.

And with that said, the rest of his evening, went without much trouble.

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