Roy
A tired looking Kitsune opened the door to the tavern, stepping in. Light amounts of snow fell from his shoulders, and a small dusting fell in behind him. He flicked his ears lazily, attempting to get the powdery white off of them as quickly as possible. He looked much larger than he was due the fur that cloaked his frame. As he walked, his footsteps were barely audible, sounding.. Muffled, even. Not paying much attention to his surroundings, he steadily approached the bar, only stopping for a moment to sniff the air. Something smelled familiar... He scanned the area without much thought, and, after his barebones investigation, shrugged and continued to walk towards the bar. A fire no doubt crackled in the background, almost drowned out by the din of patrons going about their day, and a warm light would encapsulate the room. Ishikawa sat at the bar close to it, seemingly relieved that he would finally be able to relax.
Aja
Unfortunately Ishikawa's peace was short-lived. The scent he had caught earlier was not by accident. Two silver coins flew over his shoulder and whistled in his ear. They banged against the counter in multiple bounces. The bartender, an attractive macen with long blonde hair, seized and dropped them in the pouch hanging by her dress. Her eyes were set on the payer who stood behind Saito. His keen sense of smell should have already made it clear, by that point - it was **Him**.
*"Ginger ale, two."* Lucien spoke softly, as was his usual manner of speech. The elf was mostly covered by his long black cloak, hood off. With slow and sound steps he moved onto the seat besides the kitsune. Without looking towards him, he leaned his hands forth in a nonchalant fashion. 

*"It's been a while, Ish."*

The tavern's worker returned, sliding two large mugs. She spread them towards both quickly, yet gracefully lest it spill. The ale smelled sweet, its head so smooth it could be mistaken for cream. The woman then smiled and winked at the vampire. "Thank you for the tip, sir!"

Lucien responded with a nod, his grimace concealed by his black messy hair. He tasted a sip from his drink, elegantly, and wiped his lips clean after. Once the barkeep left, he asked. *"Still wasting your time with your bizarre hobby, I recon?"*
Roy
*Ishikawas ears twitched irritatedly as the coins flew past his head. His eye twitched, although it was unclear whether it was from anger or lack of sleep. Ishikawa usually had dark bags beneath his eyes, though more so as of late. He closed his eyes and sighed, not turning around. Of all of the days, why did it have to be today? Could he not relax for just a day? Ishikawa mumbled under his breath, annoyed,* 

"You must be aware that I am an adult by now, yes?" 

*Ishikawa's ears folded down, and he cringed at the shortening of his name. 'Ish'. Always trying to get under his skin... Ishikawa normally had a sort of posh accent, but now, now he had lost his sense of formality. Despite his complaints, he still took a sip from the ginger ale, savoring the flavor.* 

"It has been... A while, yes." 

*He muttered under his breath,* 
"Not long enough, if you ask me." 

*Ishikawa finally turned to look at Lucien, the light of the fire behind him reflecting against his bright blue eyes. __Hellfire__*. 

"It's not a hobby, it's a profession. I get *Paid* For what I do." *There was venom in Ishikawas words.*
Aja
Lucien drank more, peacefully, and didn't turn to meet the other's eyes, not once. His expression remained unfazed. Throughout the whole time his act was flawlessly elegant, tantamount to a prince at a dinner party. The elf smirked and nodded with a tilt of his head.
*"I assume you are correct. People throw money at make-believe clairvoyants, even. So long as folk remain oblivious, rest assured, your belly'll be full."* The vampire ridiculed the hunter in an eloquent tone.

A group of drunkards behind them began yelling, singing a melody. The master of horses turned to observe the sight. His scent, able to enchant even the grumpiest folk about to reveal their soft sides to him, had spread along the room's edges. He smiled innocently and began clapping in rhythm. The rest of the crowd looked at the vampire in awe and followed his example, playing drums with their palms for the intoxicated vocalists. And so the song grew intense, many chairs dropping to the ground as people stood.

*"I'm an enemy, am I not? I'm lacking my odachi, as you can see. Should you not strike me down?"* Lucien questioned the other bluntly. His sight still remained off of Ishikawa. Instead, the elf focused on a specific drunk yet brave lora, who had the courage to dance so terribly on top of a table surrounded by singers - or perhaps he himself did not grasp his lack of skill.
Roy
*Ishikawa's scowl deepened as he listened to the man talk more, his eye still twitching. He hadn't slept in a day, maybe more, and it wouldn't be ideal to irritate him in this state... Or perhaps that's what the vampire wanted, to strike him down while he was lacking sleep.* 
"Ah, but what I hunt isn't make believe." *He gritted his teeth.* 
"It's so very *Real*. All of them are..." 
*He made an attempt to meet Luciens eyes, even if the other man didn't.* 
"Wouldn't you know?" 

*Ishikawas muscles relaxed a bit as Lucien worked his magic, but it was short lived, as they tensed up twice more than they had before. Ishikawa was aware of Luciens natural abilities, and he did his best to resist it in his groggy state. Ishikawas ears folded further down as the noise became louder, the young man hissing as it did.* "This is not a place for death... *But it will be if you-*" 

*Ishikawa trembled slightly. He never was one for loud, crowded spaces. He preferred to be alone, or at least out in the forest. It was all a bit too much for him at that moment.*
Aja
*"If I...?"* Lucien questioned with a raised brow. Finally he met the other's gaze, yet not with anger or fear. He smiled, as if he was speaking to a friend. The elf then sprung his hand out and placed it on the other's shoulder, leaning in close. His lips were a few inches away from his neck as he barely grinned, so much that no one but Ishikawa would notice **Them** - the fangs. He whispered, slowly and seductively, to further provoke the other. *"If I had a nip of this delicacy, you mean?"*
Lucien stared the other dead in the eye, his irises burning dark momentarily. He gently exhaled into the kitsune's neck, his breath so cold that it could keep berries fresh for weeks.

*"Mmmh, what a tempting offer, my dear Ish."* He declared silently, his voice faintly demonic. The bewitching scent of his presence felt as if it doubled its strength, subtly trying to crush Saito's will. The vampire got even closer.

The folk in the tavern were all distracted by the band that made their night special. They didn't notice his unusual behavior. Perhaps this was what he had intended all along?

His hushed speech contrasted the loud scenery, making it stand out from the babble around. *"I promise you, Ish... **I'll savor every - last - drop, of your boiling luscious liquor.**"* The vampire showed his tongue and pressed it against Ishikawa's neck. He carried its moist and frigid texture against the other's pale skin assertively. He remained unable to hide the face of sheer pleasure assumed by him for a moment. His lick was slow and meticulous - intense in its strength yet subtle in exposure. After an inch was licked, Lucien retrieved his tongue.

His eyes reverted to their chestnut brown color and he leaned back in his seat. Before the hunter could act in response, loud claps deafened the building. Lucien joined them, grinning and applauding the song that had just finished - acting as if none of that had ever happened. The crowd calmed down and got back to their seats, the two again being detectable.
Roy
*Ishikawa was still trying to drown out the noise that invigorated the room as Lucien leaned into him. Normally Ishikawa would attempt to throw Lucien off of him, but the mixture of harsh noise and tiredness made it so the Kitsune froze instead. He shivered, staring at the vampire. He stopped breathing for a moment, trying to quiet the sound of his heart beating in his chest. If he could hear it the vampire surely could. Another shiver ran throughout the kitsunes body as Lucien breathed on his neck, all of his hair standing on it's end, goosebumps dotting his skin. His ears now perked up with alarm, but he still couldn't bring himself to move. Ishikawa tried to speak, but all that came out was a quiet squeak. Like a mouse. Ishikawa had come into this encounter utterly unprepared.* 
"Y-" 

*Ishikawa continued to try and struggle against Luciens natural charms, his eyes watering as the others scent overrode all others in the tavern. His ears folded down, like those of an injured wolf. His breathing began again, now more panicked, the sound of his heart beat racing echoing through his ears as he pushed himself to his already strained limit to resist his enemy. Ishikawa slowly blinked, refusing to take his gaze off of Lucien as he did. His eyes didn't open again, the young man trembling, digging his nails into his thigh.* 

*Blood flowed down Ishikawas chin as Lucien licked his neck, his teeth sank deep into his lip to keep himself from calling out. Not here. He wasn't going to let this happen here. Once he had felt Luciens presence draw away, Ishikawa opened his eyes, shaking as he leaned against the counter. He stared forwards for half of a minute, as he had withdrawn himself from the world, until he felt something warm drip onto his hand, and he found himself with blood dripping into his palm. After he steadied his breathing, he looked back at Lucien, and he spoke, barely audible,* 

". . .I hunt monsters, and that is why you must die."