Aja
Lucien let out a nasal grunt in response to Ishikawa's last statement. He raised his hands and sprung them out, acting surrendered. "Is that so? My my, what a hero." He spoke sarcastically, looking over to the kitsune with a smug expression. "And here I thought a champion like you wouldn't share a drink with a 'monster'." The elf voiced coldly. After a short pause to think about the sight - two mortal enemies having ale together, he chuckled.

Finally, he assumed a serious expression. The vampire started criticizing the other, his tone growing louder and harsher with each sentence. "A monster breathes fire, has multiple heads and eats all it sees without rationality, Ish. You're hunting citizens with different qualities than yours. Shouldn't you purge onis by that logic? Don't they originate from demons?" Lucien chugged his mug, finishing its contents and slamming it against the table. "You're as delusional as a prophet, Ishikawa." He concluded in relief, his statement blunt and as poisonous as the kitsune's earlier threat.

"That is - except if you have some great theory on how me and an average soldier are different." The elf leaned his elbow against the counter, turning his body towards the hunter. His knees were spread and brows were raised, expressing great curiosity of what the other could say in his defense. "So tell me, Ishikawa, what are monsters?"
Roy
*Ishikawa wiped blood from his chin, his expression hardening. Now that he was out of whatever state Lucien had put him in, he wasn't going to let himself go back so easily. Ishikawa watched him move, silent. The light in his eyes was gone now, literally and figuratively as the fire behind them began to die down. Ishikawa made no comment on what Lucien had said, simply looking at his drink disdainfully. Everything tasted of iron... **Blood**.* 

*Ishikawa opened his mouth to retort as Lucien continued, but he closed again, listening... Fuming. But... Ishikawa smiled. Internally. Because he knew that Lucien was wrong. About people, about the nature of what a monster was and was not. He had trained from a young age to do the work he did, and it was disgraceful to hear Lucien take his work like that. Ishikawa allowed Lucien to finish before speaking, watching closely, waiting. Ishikawa scowled at the casual nature of his enemy, before slowly standing. Despite being frightened moments before, or perhaps because of it, he had a newfound determination, a sort of vigor. He stood straight, staring Lucien in the eyes, and, as he spoke, Lucien would likely see his own reflection.* 
"What you describe is an animal. Animals do what they need to survive, they eat, they sleep, they protect themselves. People call them monsters, but that is because they do not understand what a monster is," 

*Ishikawa had started quiet at first, his voice shaky, but as he continued it became louder, clearer. A fire had been ignited in Ishikawa, and Lucien had only added fuel to the flame.* 
"So called 'monsters' can be dealt with. Fed, taken care of. And I do hunt them, when needed. That is most of my work. I am called a monster hunter because that is the label that those around me assume fits, but I will tell you something here, you ***Pompous bloodsucking fuck***. An Oni is not a monster, because an Oni is a person, an animal like all of the rest of us,

They do not chose to be born as they are, they simply exist in that way. They are natural. The difference between you and a soldier is that a soldier does not feast upon the flesh of others, a soldier is not ***An abomination, a parasite.*** Everything that you are goes against the natural order, the way the gods intended us to be. And I will not sit by and allow you to hurt others." 

Ishikawa was near shouting at this point, his nails digging into the counter as he grasped it, 

"I do not call you a monster because of what you are, however. I will leave... Them alone, as long as they do no harm, but you, you are a monster. True monsters lie in the hearts of men, in the darkest corners of the mind, telling lies and convincing them to do things that would make one sick-" 

Ishikawa stepped forwards, getting into Luciens face. His eyes narrowed, and he got disturbingly quiet. 

"If you ever touch me or anyone else like that again... You will wish that I killed you."
Tammy
badass protagonist moment
Aja
Lucien lost his oppressing act, replaced now with a grim stare. He moved not an inch while the other spoke, his eyes locked into the other. No longer was the one against him but a toy for his entertainment. He felt it - Ishikawa's new power. This silence of the elf was a gesture of acceptance, that the hunter was someone he could consider an equal - and therefore a threat.

*"Yet a soldier leaves a body just as dead as I do."* He spoke, his voice monotone. *"True, he does not suck blood. In exchange, he simply severs their limbs and body with a swor- **God?!**"* Lucien stood up, gritting his teeth. Clearly the concept provoked him as he slammed his fist into the table, so fiercely that he left a crack in it. He planted his forehead into the other's and stared him, eyes wide open. *"Where was your god as I did all this? Where was your god when I became 'a demon', huh?! Where was he, Ishikawa? **Where was he?!**"* He screamed back.

The vampire twisted his body, irritated by the other. He paused for a few moments to regain his composure, before speaking in a silent voice. *"My blade hangs by my mount outside. Once I leave, you stand no chance. Do not pursue me, and I'll let you live. I promise... You'll have your chance to try me. Before that, **I have work to do.**"* Lucien moved his cape on and tossed a gold coin towards the counter - for the harm he had done. The vampire then passed by the drunkards, bumping into some, and opened the door rapidly once he reached it. The bartender, noticing, smiled and raised her hand to wave. "Have a great night, si—" Lucien slammed the door close and interrupted her. She raised a brow in surprise, like the many heads that turned towards the entrance.

A few moments after everyone got back to what they were doing and forgot about what occurred.
Roy
*Ishikawa flinched slightly as Lucien began to scream. While he had found himself a new sense of power, he was still barely an adult. The reaction he had gotten was not one he expected. Not one as violent, at least. He had finally broken through the elfs calm, and he had not been prepared in the slightest. Yet, Ishikawa attempted to stay calm, as calm as he had before, which was... Not very. Ishikawa's voice sounded strained, as the Kitsune made an attempt to sound civil.*
"The gods do not exist to cater to you or any one mortal, they are the balance, the whistling of the wind in the trees, they surround us. You chose to do what you did, and nothing else can be blamed for that."

*Ishikawa snarled,*
"**If you truly hated what you are, you would take aim to fix it.**"

*Ishikawa stepped back, bumping into the cracked counter.*
"But you don't, you continue your charade of civility, your *Charm*, when you're truly rotten on the inside, and any opportunity you get to change what you are is thrown to the wayside for more power."

*Ishikawa stood still, making no attempt to follow him. He had stated he had no desire for bloodshed here, and he kept to his word. His hair stood on its end, the man not daring breathe until Lucien was at the door,*
"Enjoy what time you have left... The time for redemption has passed."

*Once Lucien had left, Ishikawa sat back down at the counter. The deep circles surrounding his eyes seemed more pronounced, as if the encounter had drained him physically. He tried to hold himself together, but soon he began to shake violently, breaking down. Holding his head in his hands, he was silent as tears slipped down his face. Ishikawa murmured quietly, making no attempt to try and fight his emotions,*

"...So this is what it has come to."

*He blinked back his tears, appearing as if he were on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.*

"I'll do what I must."