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Open - Monthly Catchall

Who: Hector, semi-open
When: The month of Maiuril
Where: Around the city
What: A Monthly Catch-All post for Hector.
Warnings: Potential for language, full-moon shenanigans, and descriptions of violence

Egg-Sitting, Early Maiuril

[Working so closely with another Mirrorbound for weeks is not ideal, but when the reward is an exciting new animal, Hector’s willing to endure it. Yes, there’s equal chance of it being an angry snake-creature, but that’s not a deal-breaker. He is going to love whatever comes out of the egg.]

So, if we divide our time equally, it shouldn’t be too much to handle. I can take the first shift.

Wilde Hunt, Maiuril 7th

[Well, Hector’s starting to look for a witch to bond with, but he’s still unbonded for the moment. He can almost feel the buzz of the energy from the full moons in his skull. So Hector joins the hunt, against all instinct.

He isn’t hunting, but his prey-animal paranoia is increasingly aware that he might be hunted. So he is running through the woods, panicked and regretting his decision to come out of here. He doesn’t mean to happen onto another person, but when he does, he comes to a halt. Sheep aren’t meant to be alone. They flock together and find safety in numbers.]

Wild Card, Any time

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Bone centaur. Didn't know that was a thing.

[Tomorrow, when he's not still hyped up on adrenaline, he's going to be pissed that he never thought of forging one. It's was a terrifying fucking silhouette she made.]

Dunno where she went. She left through a mirror.

[And now there are no unbroken mirrors in his house, because Hector doesn't want that bitch coming back.]

Shit.

[ Muttered more to himself over this bone centaur, he rolls himself off the high branch and lands gracefully down to the ground with a soundless thump. Fun things with being a vampire. ]

The mirrors have been acting strange lately. Wouldn't be surprised if that's how she's getting around.

Yes, figured that one out. Don't worry, I've taken care of that.

[He's broken all of Everett's mirrors, and racked up more bad luck than he had before, if such a thing is possible.]

But I need to know how to stop her if she comes back.

Are you expecting her to come back tonight?

[ Because if so... he'll just kick her ass and call it a night?? That's what he does after all. Don't even need to pay him! Just, you know, maybe let him have a drink?? Good enough as far as he's concerned. ]

No, I don't think so. I got in a good hit with my hammer before Everett's friend drove her off. She's not dumb. She'll want to recover before she tries a second time.

[So, just so you know, his hammer is effective against at least one type of enemy- skeletons.]

Right. So. Heading over then.

[ Which honestly won't even take him that long since vampire speed and all. ]

[The chaos is starting to die down at Hector's house, now that their wounds have been bandaged and all of the mirrors smashed and swept up. Hector makes sure Everett and Cezar are resting comfortably, then waits outside for Trevor, pacing back and forth and jumping at every sound. Whatever happened earlier, it has him pretty shook up.]

[ Again, thanks to vampire speed and all, it really doesn't take the Belmont all that long to make his way there. To the new place. That Hector had so kindly told him about. So when he makes his arrival at the faun's place, it's with a resounding thump to the ground a little ways from him since he kinda sorta hopped down from the rooftops to get here. Hey, it's nice to feel like you're flying above it all when you're as fast as this, ok?

Cloak swishing around him, he makes his way over to Hector, gaze tinged with only the slight hint of red around the blue as he gives a quick look around them. ]

I don't even have to see you to know you're not ok.

[ He can hear that shook up heartbeat and all. ]

[Hector startles as Trevor lands, and it's only when Trevor speaks that Hector lowers his hammer.]

No shit, Belmont.

[Fuck, he's way too on edge. His hooves stamp with nervous energy. He's still a little bruised, though the worst of the damage he took from the attack has been healed by a witch friend of Everett's.]

She was in my house. The thresholds didn't keep her out. She didn't break in, she was just...there. Stepping on my dog and trying to strange my... um, Everett.

[His home isn't safe and it's like having a bucket of ice water tossed over him, a cold, horrifying shock to his system.]

[ Well now he sure as hell is going to cock a brow at that bit of stammering there. ]

...your Everett? Okaaaay.

[ SURE?? Whatever. He doesn't care about people's love lives. He's here for a monster and to make sure Hector is ok. ]

So, she let herself in basically. Through the fucking mirror. Lovely.

[ He wanders about with eyes trailing their gaze over the grounds, cape gently wrapping around him some as he stands there and mulls over everything he's been told so far. ]

Well, provided you've either discarded or covered every single mirror or reflective surface in your place, I can't see her getting back in. Unless she, you know, comes through the forest or something. But that doesn't seem to be the way of travel around here with all this weird shit happening.

[ Basically. ]

Do you know if salt or anything will ward her off?

[Look, having someone he actually cares about is new, and Hector doesn't know how he's supposed to talk about him. Everett isn't his bonded. He isn't sure what the right word is. He frowns at Trevor, who doesn't get a free pass for teasing just because he rushed here in the middle of the night...

...or maybe he gets one pass for that. Hector looks away.]

All the mirrors are gone. Dunno about salt. She's not a ghost, so it probably won't stop her.

[There's little chance of her coming back tonight anyways, not with them all on their guard. But Hector's heart is still racing.]

Is there anything else I could use...something that would ward away a skeleton?

[Anything that will help him not jump at every shadow when he finally tries to go to sleep. This is what Belmonts do, isn't it? Protect against the things in the shadows...the kind of things Hector used to make.]

Salt works against demons as well.

[ He says with a glance around, lost in thought for a moment as he tries to go over what options he can. Doesn't help that he doesn't really KNOW what this monster is?? At least nothing he's personally come across or heard of existing back where they're from. ]

But if she's not a demon and still some hellish bastard, anything holy usually works. Otherwise I would say to break her bones. Knock them off.

[Hector lets out a frustrated sigh, but it's not directed at Trevor. He's not sold on the salt idea, but he'll try it. He was half-hoping that Trevor would have some magical centaur-slaying knife in his pocket to take care of this whole problem.

But when has life ever been that easy?]

I had hoped there was some other way. She's got a lot of bones.

[The axe, he's got stashed away just inside the doorway. He opens the door and picks it up.]

's why I thought it was time to learn how to use this properly. I didn't think you'd show up right away.

[ LISTEN SALT ALWAYS WORKS OK. TRUST HIM??? ]

Why wouldn't I show up? What else did you think I was doing at this hour?

[ Surely not sleeping. IT'S NIGHTTIME. ]

Look. If you want me to teach you how to use that, I can. But you need to keep at it. Practice makes perfect and all that bullshit.

[Hector ducks his head, hiding his face. He doesn't know what to think about anything anymore, ok?]

Dunno. It's like your daytime. Figured you'd be lurking in trees or deal with your bonded or something.

[He wasn't expecting Trevor Belmont to be bored. How naive of him, that he'd felt touched that Trevor had come so quickly.]

Right. I...that makes sense. I'll do it. I have a home now, and I need to be able to protect it.

It's not like I'm glued to the hip with them.

[ That would be way uncomfortable for him. ]

A home and an Everett.

[ JUST GOING TO GENTLY CALL YOU OUT AGAIN, HECTOR. With a bit of a quirked brow. ]

So... right now then? To teach you I mean.

[LESS CALLING OUT, MORE TRAINING]

YES, the point is, I need to be strong enough to protect what I have.

[It's outrageously stressful, finally having someone and knowing he could lose him. Hector doesn't know how Trevor deals with three people. That's just outrageous.

Hector hefts up the axe, staggers under the weight, and spreads his hooves to re-balance.]

So yeah. Show me.

[ Because he's good at what he does?? Ok, that's an egomaniac thing to say, yeah. But, really, he knows they can handle themselves as well. Alucard's got fucking Dracula for his dad, Sypha can literally set your ass on fire, and Berserker was killing people for years and years?? See, totally can handle themselves. ]

Alright. Give me that axe and come with me.

[Hector has a zombie pug and a faun who thought it was a good idea to invite a murderous bone-centaur into his bedchambers for a private chat. He's awash with anxiety for them.

He hands over the axe.]

Where are we going? We shouldn't stray too far.

[He doesn't think Adelheid the centaur will be coming back tonight, but that doesn't mean he's going to take risks.]

I need a fucking tree to have you practice on, don't I?

[ Which aren't exactly that far from the house so like, RELAX?? Plus you've got a vampire hunter who is a vampire to protect you with his big strong muscles and all. You're fine, Hector. ]

Here. [ As he points to a thick sucker ahead of them. ] That'll be our target, ok?

[Look, Hector appreciates the muscles, really. He'd be happy to show Trevor how grateful he is once this is all over. But for now, his lover's been hurt and he's got to chop down a tree? to protect him?? Ok.]

So is this the secret of the great Belmont clan? Chopping firewood.

[He can do this. Banter with Belmont, pretend like this is any other night...where he almost died.... It's fine.]

[ Oh Hector, you're so funny. ]

No. I want to see how you throw.

[ And with saying that comes the demonstration of him not only tossing the axe up and catching it so nonchalantly by the handle, but the quick and powerful way in which he whips the weapon at the tree where it hits the bark with a resounding thump. ]

Like that. Just... don't try to catch it first.

[ And he goes to fetch the axe for Hector and hand it back over to him. ]

[Um. That was terrifying. Maybe a little hot. Trevor plays around with the blade like it's nothing, and then takes a chunk out of the trunk with his throw.]

It's a throwing axe?

[Hector...knows forging tools. Weapons of war, less so. He takes the axe and raises it, trying to get a feel for the weight to throw.

He's not weak. Hector has muscles from using his hammer for long hours back in his lab. But one thing he hasn't honed is his aim. Why would he? When he does have to resort to using a material weapon, he keeps it firmly in his hands.

He gives it a throw. The axe makes it a few wobbly feet before it thuds to the ground.]

So...maybe I should stick with the hammer....

Not just for throwing. But if shit gets bad and you need to throw the thing, I'd rather you know how to instead of... that happening.

[ As he gestures to the poor display of Hector's lack of throwing skill. But... ok. So much for that?? Sauntering over to the axe, he picks it up off the ground and makes his way back to Hector. ]

Ok. If you're going to hit something and you're up close and personal like this [ because he's, you know, standing right there up in Hector's space ] hit here, here, here, and here.

[ With each here he gives, he taps the end of the axe at a certain point or "weak spot" on Hector which mostly consists of joints and points. ]

Anything to the back of the knees will make anything or anyone buckle over regardless. Unless it's a giant stick person. Here [ he taps at Hector's adam's apple ] is also good because any fucking one will stumble back from a throat punch. Don't have to use your hand, the back of a weapon hurts just as much if not more.

[ Tilting his head, he lets his gaze wander then. ]

And if all else fails and you're not dealing with a pile of bones, a kick in the dick for any guy just about does it.

If shit gets bad, I'm not going to want to throw my weapon away.

[Although that's the least of his concerns, really. If shit really gets bad, he wants someone else, stronger than himself, on his side. He used to have demon friends for that.

Trevor grabs the axe and comes back to him for his little demonstration. It's a testament to the weird, instinctive trust he puts in Trevor that having him so close and reaching for weak points doesn't send Hector into a panic.]

Ok, yeah, that's basic anatomy.

[He knows how bodies fit together. It's not so hard, when he thinks about it, to know where best to bring a body apart.]

So Belmonts fight dirty. How many vampires have you kicked in the dick?

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