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 The next night came, just as Harvestman had been dreading it would. He went, with Arashi, to the predetermined spot, hoping they would be late. It was a fool's wish; Gabriel was always punctual. He was there, as he said he would be, armed only with computer equipment. With him was Montague, called Monty, named for the famed Catholic demonologist and nothing like him. Monty was young, with bright red hair and a nervous grin, carrying a bag laden with papers and books. That grin got more nervous when he saw Harvestman, but Harvestman ignored it. What Monty saw happen between him and Brisbane was public knowledge now. He had no leg to stand on if he bothered to get mad about Monty telling.

Then there was Charlie. Dallas, her codename was; baby Hunters always got city names to start with, and could choose their own when licensed. He'd braced himself at seeing her and it hit him deep in the gut regardless. He'd been wrong in thinking she had little of her mother in her. She had Lily's height and grace, and there were traces of her everywhere; the curve of her jaw, the shape of her nose. Her eyes were a light hazel, a mix of his brown and Lily's blue, and they refused to look at him. Harvestman returns the favor. Henry's blood he never saw coming; hers he could smell the second he saw her.

"Well," Gabriel says, smile tight. "Let's get this over with."

Date: 2013-08-23 04:11 am (UTC)
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Considering how long Arashi has been pushing to get Harvestman and Charlie in the same room together, this doesn't exactly feel like a victory.

Regardless, that isn't why they're here, and any further efforts will have to wait. Every single one of them is here for a much more important purpose. Arashi takes a quick measure of the young man that he's never met, as well as Charlie, although he makes no effort to soften her cold approach. First impressions weren't easy to undo, with him, and in all honesty he has no real fondness for Charlie, but for the traces of Harvestman in her. (And a few of those are pushing it.)

Gabriel, at least, he greets with a nod. Standing up to Brisbane had done wonders as far as Arashi's level of respect for the were Hunter, and most of his attention is therefore given to him, as he leads the way toward John Sugihara's last known location.

"We know where he is and we don't have any reason to believe he's expecting us. But that doesn't mean he won't be armed with supernatural weapons. How do you want to handle it?"

Date: 2013-08-24 12:45 am (UTC)
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Arashi suppresses every instinct to roll his eyes, and keeps speaking directly to Gabriel. Whatever the issues this little motley group has going on, he at least has faith that these Hunters know how to do their job.

"Once we get him," he says, watching Gabriel for reaction, "we're taking him to the headquarters of the American coven. They know you're coming, and we'll be safer surrounded by their security. Our first priority is finding out about what it is that he, or rather Brisbane, had planned." He glances at Harvestman briefly. "But I'm sure we all want to get him safely back to his family, if possible."

Date: 2013-08-24 02:27 am (UTC)
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The intricacies of names and interaction in Harvestman's world are often lost on Arashi, not that he would ever apologize for it to anyone but Harvestman. Now, however, he hardly notices, and is in fact completely distracted only moments later. They're moving, making their way closer to their target, but he quickly grabs Harvestman's hand and tugs him ahead, dropping his voice low. The humans, at least, shouldn't be able to hear it.

"I know I don't need to remind you that you don't need to do this," he whispers, unable to keep the urgency out of it entirely, "but you're not gonna put yourself in any more danger than you have to, right?"

Date: 2013-08-24 04:01 am (UTC)
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Instinct is a difficult thing to overcome, whether it's an established routine, or just reaction. The gunshots would be enough to put anyone on edge -- and this was going to be tense, they knew that going in -- but seeing Harvestman stumble as if he's been hit simply erases logic from Arashi's thoughts like a whiteboard. His insides go ice cold, and if there were any color in his face tonight, it would have drained in an instant.

It doesn't matter that silver and bullets are equally ineffective; there's always the chance that something's gone wrong, for one thing. For another, Arashi sure as hell isn't going to watch Harvestman take a few bullets and just wait to see what happens.

He darts forward, without waiting for a third shot to ring out, without waiting to see if Harvestman goes down, without waiting to find out what Gabriel and his entourage think of the situation. Those aren't good enough reasons to wait.

Date: 2013-08-25 02:04 am (UTC)
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The look on Arashi's face suggests that he would have Words to say to Harvestman if they were alone. Of course, they are not alone, and they have things to do. So he tosses John Sugihara's unconscious body over his shoulder and darts quickly back to the others waiting. There they can get him better secured and cart him back to Eternity.

Okay, he can't resist at least one half-hissed comment. "That felt good, did it?"

Date: 2013-10-05 05:11 pm (UTC)
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Anger takes a backseat and duty wins out, and their getaway is made all the more hasty by the skeleton key that Arashi keeps tucked away in an inside pocket. In as little time as it took them all to step through a doorway, they were in the city, in the back alley behind Eternity where Ellis had once confronted Harvestman for baring his fangs. That seems, to Arashi, like a very long time ago.

There is a security code to get in, and Arashi punches it quickly, darting through the door after it clicks open to allow their passage. The music of the club is muffled, but there's something strange about the noise, although it's hard to place; there is no one to be seen, no sign of Nicholas or Ellis or a single nightguard to stop or even monitor them. Arashi anticipated this, and takes them beneath it all, to the subterranean levels that connect via a spider's web of intricate tunnels to the rest of the city.

A nondescript room is picked deliberately out from the others. There is a chair and a small table, with a camera resting in one corner of the ceiling. Nothing else. Arashi shoves John Sugihara into the chair, and uses his own handcuffs to secure him to it.

Date: 2013-10-06 04:22 am (UTC)
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Arashi doesn't watch them leave; his attention remains on Sugihara, brow furrowed, glaring at him so hard it's as if he just wants to bore a psychic hole into his thoughts. This could all be over so quickly if he cooperates. Lives could be saved. Catastrophe could be averted.

Except it's never going to be that easy with John, is it?

When Gabriel addresses him, he looks up, still frowning. "Watch yourself," he says. Something about all of this has been giving him a bad feeling since they first gathered, even if he can't begin to explain what it is or why. Instead, he nods at Gabriel once and casts one last glance at John, before slipping out to find the one that belongs to him.

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Date: 2013-11-07 06:43 am (UTC)
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The hour that they have is well spent, in the obvious way that they would choose to spend it. Every minute is spent wrapped around or inside one another and Arashi kisses Harvestman long past any living creature would need to breathe and collapse. The dogtags would be scorched by their body heat, if they had any; Arashi imagines it well enough, as he tangles his fingers between Harvestman's and thoroughly devours the taste of him.

An hour isn't nearly enough time and Arashi's skin crawls as the clock finally ticks down. He considers not showing up, to just stay here with Harvestman and not answer his phone and pretend that the real world isn't happening around them, but he knows that he can't just sit idle and wait for everything to be over. Not for long. Arashi has never once in his life or death trusted other people to make shit happen for him, even when he wouldn't be able to do it alone, anyway.

He dresses casual, in reluctant silence. This time it feels especially hard to leave.

Date: 2013-11-08 06:54 am (UTC)
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Arashi tilts Harvestman's head up, and without a word pulls him into yet another intimate kiss, slow and deep and no less passionate than any other of this entire night. His fingers slide through Harvestman's hair and for just a few seconds more he tries to draw things out, make time slow down, give them just a little bit more of it together.

Unfortunately, they can't put this off forever. He nuzzles into Harvestman with eyes closed. "I will." It's not even up for debate.

Just then, his phone rings, and with a sigh he pulls it out of his pocket and answers it, fully ready to insist that he's on his fucking way already and could they please get off his ass, but Kaleo doesn't even let him get a word out.

"Bring your boyfriend."

"Excuse me?" Arashi asks, frowning in irritated confusion.

"Bring your boyfriend," Kaleo repeats, casual and condescending as ever. "They're gonna need him."

He hangs up before Arashi can say anything else, leaving the vampire to stare furiously at his phone and then look up at Harvestman, to see if he'd heard.

Date: 2013-11-09 01:27 am (UTC)
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Arashi just sighs under his breath, and doesn't say a word. They're well beyond mechanical reassurances at this point and the only ones out of their mouths no should be the ones that really matter. He has no doubt that Harvestman will be fine. Maybe not happy, but he'll be fine.

He does weave his fingers with Harvestman's as he takes them from his house and through the worlds. It's already well past daybreak in the United States, so he makes sure that the doors take them right from one building and into another. Most of the civilian vampires are gone, but Ellis's nightguards are everywhere about, and two of them swoop up Arashi and Harvestman as soon as they see them and escort them down the corridors to where the others are gathered.

'The others' in this case is not only Ellis, but Kaleo as well, and Ellis keeps casting wary glances over at the ancient vampire with the expression of a man who will throw down if he has to but knows full well that he would be mercilessly spanked in the process. Kaleo is ignoring him, drinking a bottle of blood and leaning casually against a table. He smirks when he sees Arashi.

"Better late than never, shizen saigai."

"Don't call me that," Arashi snaps, just as two more nightguards arrive -- these two are escorting Henry Sugihara with them.

Date: 2013-11-24 06:04 am (UTC)
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Ellis actually looks relieved to see Harvestman -- probably because Harvestman's arrival means that he doesn't have to deal with Kaleo anymore.

"You're the one who got him to cooperate," he tells Harvestman, not wasting any time. Arashi glowers, but the ex-hunter doesn't seem to notice; he gestures to a closed door behind him. "We sure as hell don't want him here any longer than he has to be, but we need to figure out what we're doing with him. If he can be trusted."

"And of course you can't just kill him," Kaleo says with casual scorn. "What if you need a spare?"

Arashi bares his fangs with a hiss. "Back the fuck off. Are you having a tea party here or what?"

Kaleo laughs, a low and wicked sound, as he finishes off the bottle and tosses it to a surprised nightguard like an afterthought. Ellis is bristling, on edge and waiting for the ancient vampire to depart; Kaleo is entirely relaxed and takes his time about it, saluting mockingly to Ellis and Harvestman as he practically strolls off. Arashi casts a lingering look toward Harvestman, and a swift glance at Henry, as he follows.

Ellis relaxes only when Kaleo has completely disappeared, and even then it's marginal. "Can't stand that asshole," he grumbles, and then gestures for Henry to come forward.

Date: 2013-11-25 12:55 am (UTC)
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A shadow crosses over Ellis' face, and he folds his arms across his chest in a characteristic way.

"How would you be?" He doesn't seem willing to say much about it, at the very least in Henry's presence. "He's resting now, he has to, but he won't be for long. I'd like to have him out of here by then." With a sharp jerk of his head, he indicates a closed door behind himself, where John Sugihara is apparently being held.

"I can't say if either one of you is our ace in the hole, but you're both gonna try. Henry, you should know we're not murderers. Try to make your dad see that."

Date: 2013-11-25 04:46 am (UTC)
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Obviously Ellis had been pacing on the other side of the door, and he springs to attention when Harvestman emerges. It shocks him to receive no immediate information, no response of any kind, in fact, and he has precisely one instant of confusion before he puts himself in Harvestman's way.

"Hey! Whoa! What the hell happened?"

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