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Green eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment before he too extended his hand, the only sound was that of the rustle of cloth and buckles. "Well then, do forgive me, but i can't fully remeber your name...though i do believe that we need a set of drinks...it's been, indeed, a long day."

Jaccob pointed in a direction with a most serious expression. "I passed it five times...it's that way....though i should warn you....i've got only what you see upon me to call my own..."

OOC: nighty night GmShRkN! see y'gain hopefully tomorrow! *waves and yawns* gonna send that pic and poof myself, lol! peace!
~Raevyn....

As the Bloodhound lead the way in the intended direction he couldn't help but let out a snicker of amusement. "Ironical, isn't it? First soul-searching and now you're going to buy me spirits."

Jaccob's laughter rang out low and sharp as he walked beneath the glowing blue archway that led into the bar. The cantina buzzed with its normal nightlife, lit by dim blue-white lights, and the hunter slipped over to a table near the outter-most wall, lowering himself onto the wraped-around seat the table offered and motioned for Anum to do likewise.

"Y'know..." Bloodhound ran nimble fingers through short spikes of mahoganny hair absentmindedly before he shook one of the pale digits in Anum's direction. "...you've got quite an impressive number hanging over your own head, but..." a shrug slanted the man's broad shoulders and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly between his teeth. "...i'm a survivalist. and i doubt you'd be quite so endearing were i to threaten your freedom, though you can't blame me for pointing out these facts. Or for my curiosity. Tell me, Anum, if you would be so kind, as to how you intend to save me without putting your own neck on the line?"

stare "Irony rules my life, dear friend, for you see..." Jaccob paused only to order a round of drinks for the both of them, waiting until the bar-wench was well far from earshot before continuing. "...my occupation as a hunter started with Yuiri, so it seems only fitting that i retire only after i've seen to his incarceration. Still..." he paused again as the rich amber drinks were brought out to their table, smiling towards the woman in a friendly manner before she once more retreated. "...even if you were to fully understand my thoughts, most in your shoes would see me as a liability."

The hunter tipped back his glass, enjoying the liquor as it burned its way down his throat. He didn't seem all to phased about having his mind pried into, then again, after the day he'd had, not too much seemed to phase him. He let out a coarse chuckle of a laugh, "Though you do raise a good point, you've done yourself a fine and dandy job of avoiding my question.... a clean clear cut blunt answer would be appriciated. and i'd take a lot more kindly if you left my soul out of this for now..." The man leaned forward on his elbows, his chin tucked low and a wry smile kissing his gruff features. "...and just tell me how you plan to help me catch The Sadist?"

Jaccob then let out a laugh that bordered the frail line of hysteria. "Right... find what the Sadist is after! HA! I've tracked this low-life through every system this side of the galaxy, finding him isn't my problem...it's keeping him contained."

The hunter did his best to keep the most recent memories of the bounty burried. The fact that Dameon had kissed him wasn't the bothersome thing...but moreso the fact that he would never, in all his life, enjoy a kiss quite so much as he did when it was from The Sadist. Inadvertantly a shudder traced its way up his spine and he took another long gulp of his ale. When he replaced the mug upon the smooth metal surface of the table he gave an almost dissmisive wave of his hand. "Nevermind that...you said something before about joining others...what is it you're planing for just another hunter like me?"

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A burning blush filled the hunter's face and he slammed the palms of his hands down loudly upon the countertop. whether his anger was from the embarassment of the memory, or the fact that he really HAD enjoyed that kiss, was unknown, but the anger was real. stressed "don't taunt me unless you want me to hunt you next!"

the plethora of buckles that donned Bloodhound's clothing jangled as he relaxed back a bit, glaring and scowling from his seat. his voice was venomously sharp, but amazingly absolute in its resolve. "I hold no love for the sadist..."

--arousal...maybe...but not love....-- he burried the thought as quickly as it had come up, or so he hoped. instead of dwelling upon it he merely tipped back his glass of the amber liquid and proceeded to drain it.

stare "Y'know..." Jaccob raised an arm in call for more of the alcohol. as the bar floozie refilled his mug he remained evenly calm and quiet. when she left he took another long slow drag of the liquor. "...the more i talk with you the better that number over your head is looking."