Jonathan Locke
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Perfectionism [per-fek-shuh-niz-uhm] -noun: The state of being Jonathan Locke.
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 8, 2009 19:57:13 GMT 1
Jonathan blasted open the doors to the bar with a hench kick that was brimming with anger, energy and pure violent intent. The doors smashed against the walls as they flew open and the bar suddenly went quiet except for a few growls as a multitude of demons turned around to face this obvious troublemaker. But Jonathan wasn't bothered.
Let 'em look. I'll show 'em something they won't be forgetting in a hurry.[/color]
He strode towards the bar, his face lowered, casting a dark shadow over his eyes. A handful of demons rose up to confront him. Most of the time that he went to these sorts of places they assumed he was a Vampire. Sometimes he got asked if he was 'that Spike guy' though in his last city a lot of demons had been able to recognise him for who he was.
Here... none of them did. And so the much better.
A large, muscular demon stepped in front of him.
"You got some sort of prob-" it started before Jonathan head butted it without breaking stride. It dropped to the floor as if an anvil had fallen on it's head.
Another stepped forward, taking a huge swing for Jonathan's face. Jonathan threw a jab into the demon's fist and it clutched it's hand in agony for the half second it had before Jonathan booted it in the chest and sent it sprawling to the ground. He sensed another monster try to attack him from behind, but Jonathan threw an elbow into it's gut so hard that he was able to lift the thing over his head. As it dropped towards the ground, Jonathan caught with a kick that sent the demon soaring across the room at light speed, crashing into four other demons and leaving a large indent in the wall before it finally dropped to the floor. Some spikes on it's back softly glowed red from air friction.
Jonathan jumped up onto the bar and turned to face the occupants whose full attentions he now held. Jonathan sneered briefly and let out an angry growl.
"I'm looking for information on a Watcher named Clarkson. Now I'll be damned if one of you assholes in here doesn't know who I'm talking about and I swear to any god of Heaven or Hell with the balls to listen that I will kill every last one of you mother fuckers if I do not get some answers right-fucking-now. Hell, if I have to sit at this bar surrounded by all of your rotting corpses for a month just beating the living dick out of any poor bastard who walks through those doors until I get some answers then that's exactly what I'll do!"
A general low-level murmuring and growling spread across the bar as various demons looked around at each other. Jonathan became aware of a beefy looking bar-demon approaching him.
"Now, look here buddy -" it started to say and then suddenly found Jonathan's foot on the back of it's head, repeatedly smashing it's face into the bar until it was soon sitting in a deep hole of splinters.
Jonathan looked back up at the bar. He noticed one demon tap another on the shoulder and point towards the demon who'd been sent crashing into the wall earlier.
"I think that guy is actually dead..." it told him. Jonathan had a quick look and decided that he agreed seeing as it hadn't moved an inch and was still smoking slightly.
"I-AM-NOT-JOKING." Jonathan informed the patrons, whipping a pistol out of his coat. "Someone in here knows Clarkson, or at least knows someone who knows him, and I promise you that the bodies are gonna start piling up unless I find out who!"
Clarkson was able to set Vampires and Demons onto Phoenix... he even managed to get them working together to do it... if he doesn't have connections in the underworld then I'll be damned...[/color]
He cocked the pistol, holding it down by his leg.
"I'm a fucking good shot with this thing, so one of you assholes had better have something to say really-fucking-SOON."
The fear was there...
It's not a matter of luck. Just a matter of time.[/color]
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Phoenix Lange
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Can we get past your evil plan and just fight now? Your kind of boring
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 8, 2009 23:38:23 GMT 1
One demon didn’t move since Jonathan had broken into the bar. He simply kept his head down and kept drinking his beer. He knew this was going to happen. He knew it ever since he teamed up with that good for nothing watcher. When the kid said Clarkson’s name he looked up and cocked an eyebrow. Damn the little bitch must still be alive. Clark isn’t going to be too happy about that. he thought as he watched the kid rip the place up and kill a few of his buddies. His dark green eyes watched the kid but nothing more than that he didn’t even listen to him. He wasn’t going to talk unless he had to. He had sworn that to Clark.
“Nate you should say something.’’ whispered one of his other buddies.
Nate sighed heavily as he stood up. He could at least try and calm the kid down. As he stood up he looked more like a man than a demon and he thanked his powers for that. His long shoulder length hair was in a tight pony tail and he wore baggy black jeans and a white wife beater. Cracking his neck gently he started to walk up to Jonathan. ”Look buddy how about you stop killing my friends and calm down just a bit. What do you say?” The only hint that he wasn’t human was that his eyes where changing colors. From dark green to icy blue too a very deep purple something that he cursed all the time. But he really didn’t care at this point. Right now he wanted to lead the kid away from Clarkson. He thought of a good…no a great story. Something that would really get this boy confused and question Phoenix.
“I know Clarkson. But he isn’t who you think he is. I don’t know where you got your information but I can clear up a few things.’’ he smirked a bit as he spoke. If the kid didn’t fall for this…Then Clarkson is on his own. I’m not getting anyone who doesn’t need killed….killed.
As he spoke a few other demons and vampires tried to escape but they looked at Nate and sat back down. They knew he wasn’t one to mess with. He was after all the person that helped that guy named Clarkson. He was the one that was paying them to try and kill Phoenix. So they trusted him. They figured if anyone could help them he could.
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Jonathan Locke
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Perfectionism [per-fek-shuh-niz-uhm] -noun: The state of being Jonathan Locke.
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 9, 2009 14:16:24 GMT 1
Jonathan hopped down off of the bar and stood toe to toe with this new demon. He stared him down for a moment before lighting up a cigarette.
"Start talking." Jonathan growled, "But I warn you right now, for every second of bullshit I hear you'll spend a week crapping out your own intestines. Got it?"
Jonathan put the pistol away and regarded this new demon for a moment. He was obviously some kind of shape shifter and that would make him hard to read... usually, Jonathan was a human lie detector, but the adrenaline rushing through him combined with his difficulties in reading this demon's aura would make it difficult.
Still, Jonathan was sharp and quick and hopefully he'd put enough fear in the place to evoke a little honesty. He hadn't really meant to kill anyone when he came in and that was one of the problems in using the Kaita - it had a relatively high accidental death rate that went soaring up when Jonathan was angry.
Hopefully this demon could put him in a better mood.
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Phoenix Lange
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Can we get past your evil plan and just fight now? Your kind of boring
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 9, 2009 19:52:00 GMT 1
Nate sighed very heavily and sat down on a near by chair. He asked the bartender to get him something to drink. Within two minutes he had a nice cold beer in his hand. He chuckled softly “Never met a guy so worked up over this Phoenix bitch.” He kept chuckling as he took a sip of his beer. As he looked at Jonathan he saw a look on the kid’s face that made him chuckle even more. ”Yeah I know why you’re here looking for Clarkson. So here is the story…Phoenix your dumb little slayer…tried to kill Clarkson first. No one knows why. Hell at first Clark thought that Phoenix was Faith’s kid or something. But then after watching her he realized that it wasn’t Faith. In fact this girl is worse than Faith. So yes he tried to kill her but it was for the better of man kind.” After he stopped speaking he watched Jonathan. He had to give the kid props. He looked like he wasn’t buying any of his bullshit story. And if that was the case then Clarkson was going to be screwed.
“Not sure which sob story the little slayer brat told you but the only thing true is about her family. She was never in the army, she was never in a coma. Clark got permission from the watchers. Her mom killed herself because she thought she messed up as a mother. Her father and brother died while trying to figure out a way to get her out of jail. Phoenix is feeding you a line of bullshit.” After saying that he got up and finished his beer off “Got all you need kid or do I need to write it down for ya?”
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Jonathan Locke
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Perfectionism [per-fek-shuh-niz-uhm] -noun: The state of being Jonathan Locke.
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 9, 2009 20:51:33 GMT 1
Jonathan listened carefully to what this demon had to say. His facial expression didn't change too much as he took up a seat next to the demon and puffed away on his cigarette.
Hm. Well, the story is plausible even if it is unlikely... unfortunately for this guy, even though the story isn't that problematic, something still doesn't make sense...
Jonathan stubbed his cigarette out on the bar as the demon rose up. He rose to his feet a half second afterwards.
"No, I got all of that. But if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you something..." Jonathan said.
The movement was so fast that a bullet would have shied away in embarrassment. Jonathan's hand had slammed the demon's head into the bar so hard that it'd bounced back up and Jonathan had to force him back down by ramming his elbow into the demon's spine. In the same movement, he'd leant down and started screaming into the demon's ear.
"DO YOU THINK I'M A FUCKING IDIOT?" He screamed, slowly drawing his pistol again and ramming it into the demon's temple.
"I would like to reiterate that I-AM-NOT-JOKING. If you feed me bullshit like that again then I will personally nail your fingers to this bar, skin you alive and hang you upside down with your own skin whilst you bleed to death. Also, I happen to kinda like 'this Phoenix bitch', so I suggest you think twice before bad mouthing her." Jonathan growled, grinding his elbow more deeply into the demon's spine for good measure. Which was true, Jonathan did kinda like Phoenix, mostly because she reminded him of himself in a lot of ways. Both had lost their families through various means, both had gained a great power and both had been betrayed by their one time tutor and only real father figure. Jonathan understood why this was important to Phoenix and for some reason that made it important to him too... in a strange sort of way, by helping Phoenix he felt like he was helping himself.
"In case you're feeling confused, the issues I have with your little story are as follows: Firstly, why would demons help the council knock-off a Slayer who was trying to kill them? A Slayer willing to do that would be far more valuable than any amount of money. Secondly, you are apparently a demon who is privy to very sensitive council information. WHY THE HELL WOULD THE COUNCIL TELL A DEMON ANY OF THIS? There is absolutely no way that you could possibly know any of the stuff in that little bullshit story you told me."
Thirdly, even though I have a tough time reading you, demon, I was able to get good readings on Phoenix, so I know that she's telling the truth. Jonathan thought to himself.
"So now we're gonna try again. I want to know what Clarkson's angle is; why he wants Phoenix dead and if he's tried it with anyone else. I want to know how he got in contact with Vampires and Demons to do his dirty business and I want to know of any hideouts he might have that the Watchers wont know about."
Jonathan leaned in close to Nate's ear and let out a low, hoarse whisper.
"And I do NOT want to be fucked about this time." he growled.
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Phoenix Lange
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 9, 2009 23:46:48 GMT 1
Nate was about to answer him when it happened. He didn’t understand how he couldn’t have seen it coming before hand. As soon as his head slammed into the bar he let out a hoarse yelp of pain. When his head bounced back up Nate was hoping to get away but it looked like Jonathan had other plans. Wincing as the kid yelled in his ear he tried to blink the pain away but he knew it wasn’t working what so freaking ever. “Alright…alright.” was all he could get out before the kid started to talk again. I’m going to get my head ripped off anyway might as well…. He wasn’t going to try fighting the kid he knew he’d just end up in more pain. After he was done talking Nate pulled away from him and sat back down. His head started to pound and he was in a lot of pain.
“Jesus kid you could have killed me….but I guess that’s what you where aiming for huh? Look I can tell your not going to settle for my normal line of bullshit so I’m just going to tell you.’’ He said quickly as he gently rubbed his forehead.
When he touched his forehead he winced. That was going to leave a freaking mark. “No one really knew why he wanted her dead. We just knew at the time he did. After we put her in a coma he shared with me why. He gets off on it. He’s killed maybe three or four other slayers since Buffy Summers and her gang as called them all. If first kill was maybe three months before Phoenix came around. Not only that but the only reason the Watcher people don’t know about it is because he has us demons to take care of them. The only reason we work for him is because he’s one of us. He just happens to hide it a lot better than most.” Nate looked around at all the demons and vampires around them. He was screwed and he knew it.
“ As for the hide outs I’m not sure. He changes every day. But he’s here. In Misery valley. I only know this because we had to scare the little bitch and make her run or kill her. Sadly we only hurt her. Nothing to bad just caused her to cry’’ he chuckled softly.
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Jonathan Locke
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Perfectionism [per-fek-shuh-niz-uhm] -noun: The state of being Jonathan Locke.
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 10, 2009 14:28:21 GMT 1
Jonathan leaned off of Nate as he started talking and listened to him very carefully.
That's more like it...[/color] He thought to himself, but noticed that Nate was eyeing up the other nasties in the bar with a worried expression.
Damn... how far does Clarkson's influence go? Will all these guys really kill this demon just for spilling the beans? Or does Clarkson just have deep pockets and pay good money for traitors? Hmm.[/color]
Jonathan looked Nate straight in his strange eyes and spoke softly for a moment. Jonathan wasn't all bad, after all...
"Okay, look, you've been useful. Just one last thing and I'll help you get out of here and out of Misery before your own buddies chop you up. Alright? What kind of demon is Clarkson - what can I expect from him? And how much influence does he have with other Vampires and Demons?" Jonathan asked. He couldn't believe he was willing to help this guy, after all, he'd been involved in the attempt to kill Phoenix. But he wouldn't be doing himself any favours if he built a reputation of letting informants die. If he did, no one would talk next time.
A Demon in the council... maybe four dead Slayers... fuck. fuckfuckfuck. The Watchers won't act just on my word either, which means that even if I read Clarkson's aura and confirm what this guy has said, they'll want confirmation of their own... maybe I should give them this guy? ... No, it'll be safer for him if he just disappears... fuck. I'll try to deal with this quickly, I have to tell Xander ASAP![/color]
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Phoenix Lange
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 11, 2009 3:13:23 GMT 1
Nate shook his head gently. It was like he could tell what the kid was thinking. He wasn’t going to take any help from anyone. Besides he could take care of them himself. That wasn’t really what he was worried about. What he was worried about was the Watcher Council finding out about him or worse Phoenix. He knew the girl was out for blood and the thing was that he would never admit to anyone was that he felt bad for what he did to the little brat. Yes he hated all slayers. But the way him and his buddies took her down was unfair. He was shocked that she had lasted as long as she did. Sighing he looked up and shook his head.
“I’m not sure what kind of demon he is. But he has the same powers as me. His eyes change like mine but not the same colors. Instead they turn normal color. That’s all I know about his kind. Secondly he’s a damn good fighter. He gets off on fighting and pain so if you have a chance just kill him quickly. Thirdly a lot.’’
That was all Nate said before getting up and leaving the bar. No way in hell was he sticking around when Clarkson found out. Let alone Phoenix. He wasn’t dying for anyone. He didn’t give a rats ass if they where friends.
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Jonathan Locke
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Perfectionism [per-fek-shuh-niz-uhm] -noun: The state of being Jonathan Locke.
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 12, 2009 19:46:33 GMT 1
Jonathan just listened again and then sat back thoughtfully for a moment as Nate left the bar.
Tick-tock...[/color] He thought to himself a little bitterly. Some poor Slayer could be getting her ass handed to her right now...
"Shit!"[/color] Jonathan loudly declared before getting out of the bar himself. The fresh, cool night air felt good as he stepped outside. Once he was safely outside, the demon that he'd booted into the wall and had long since been considered dead, slowly raised it's head.
"...is he gone?"
Back outside, Jonathan was marching at pace down the street.
Gotta get home and think... gotta talk to Xander as well, hopefully he's uncovered an address or... or... anything! And Phoenix needs to know as well...
His thoughts stopped there suddenly.
...how will Phoenix take it if she knows Clarkson has killed other girls? She seems to blame Clarkson being a bastard on herself for some reason...[/color]
Jonathan stopped moving and lit a cigarette. Inhaling almost a third of it in one go, he slowly exhaled.
FUCK. ... Fuck, I'll think about this later... Phoenix isn't a baby and I'm sure as hell not a babysitter. She'd want to want to know and what she does about it is up to her.[/color]
Jonathan started back towards his apartment... things were starting to get interesting, but still, now that they were getting some real info on Clarkson, things were looking up a little.
It's not a matter of luck... it's just a matter of time.[/color] Jonathan reminded himself as he soldiered on.
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