recharging her gun, just having gotten into town with still no traces of advance in her search. She spots the white hair, and mutters a soft curse.

[xD Poor Gil,]

nosing around, trying to collect information. He's found nothing. But he's more and more sure this has to be some type of pagan god. Why else would it only come out in October?

tugs on her hoodie and cap a little more, keeping her gun in hand as she approaches the man. It looked like a demon, and she wasn't taking wild chances.

shudders hard, that weird feeling when people are staring at him, that he gets. He turns, and pauses when he spots her. His hand immediately goes to the handle of a knife, and he smiles. At least she's cute?_

_"Hey..." Was that...wait. Was that a gun? His expression changes, and he pulls the knife. "The fuck do you think you're doing?"

quickly has her gun pointed at him, raising one eyebrow. "Protecting my innocence, chap." She replies mockingly, the cross pendant on her neck now shining softly as some light hits the silver. "And you,_

pointing the gun at me?" She pauses, humming. "I've yet to see another demon with red eyes, you know..."

stares at her. "I'm not...I'm...that's..." He doesn't know what to say. "Racist!" Did that apply to this? Maybe? "Ablinos are not demons, you asshole." Well, judging by the cross and the knowledge, he'd found_

_another hunter at least. :/

pockets her gun, crossing her arms. "It's not racist! Albinos usually have normal eyes at least..." She huffs, pausing and looking at him up and down. Well, at least he was cute. "You pulled a knife..."

still gripping his knife. "It's a genetic condition, normal is relative." Jerk. He huffed right back, still suspicious. "I pulled a knife, because you had a gun. I still left you at an advantage, so quit_

_complaining." He was not putting that shit back., no. Nu uh. "So...hunter?"

pockets her gun, raising both arms at him. What a short-tempered one. "Hunter. Name's Joana. And you? Or are you simply albino?" She smiles a bit, lowering her arms to cross them over her own chest.

scowls. "Hunter. Gilbert." He eyes her, but slips the knife away.

nods. "Alright, Gilbert. What are you doing here then?"

why he's the one being investigated. "My job. What are you doing here?"

huffs. "My job." She replies, hissing. "You wouldn't poke on it. Because it's my job, not yours... And it involves this part." She lights up a cigarette, nervous.

her a weird look. "I'm hunting whatever the hell is stealing all the kids. What are you hunting?"

sighs. "My brother. Although hunting is not quite the word." She replies, raising one eyebrow. "Need help?"

kind of guilty. He often went missing, causing West to be in her position. "Ja, actually. I'm not usually one to ask, but this seems to be bigger than me and my bruder can handle alone."

pauses, placing a hand on her hips before she just approaches him again. "Alright... depending on what it is, I can help. What's going on?"

sighs. "Kids missing. Only happens in October, we found a few graves dug up as well, the corpses half eaten. I figure it's a pagan god, but I'm not quite sure."

bites her lower lip. Well, kids were a weakness of hers. "Half eaten...? Never yet heard of it." She hums, tapping her lips. "But I'll help you, and then we see if you can help me with my brother. Do you have_

a lead? Some clue?"

shakes his head. "Just what I've told you. My brother is doing more research, but I don't think he'd gotten all that far. He thinks it could be a sort of demon, though." He watched the other curiously. "What's_

_the deal with your brother?"

sighs. "The deal is that I've lost him... Toni went right off the map, so before the idiot becomes vampire food, I'm after my little bro." She explains with a straight face, nodding at him. "Well, pressing_

matters first, my brother can defend himself, those children not..."

hums. "Well, maybe we'll find one while looking for the other. You guys should try a cellphone, it works wonders." He grins at her a little, thoughts shifting to West.

blinks and stares dryly at him. "Ah, of course... Works wonders indeed at the bottom of a lake." She hisses, nodding a bit. Tonio and his dumb, stupid mermaids...

snorts at that. "I take it that was your brother's fault, huh?"

can't help but smile. "Wild guess, hm? Yes... it was just him." She shakes her head, groaning. "Alright, but.. the children. Let's start with that."

nods. Right, the kids. "So any ideas?"

pauses, tapping her lips. "Well, if it's stealing children.. Down this lane there's a park, with all children's stuff, we can start by there. See if we find blood, any weird car..."

doesn't think supernatural beings would use a car, but it might be something. "Sounds good to me. Lead the way~"

wasn't thinking of only supernatural beings. But she pulls her gun out and untucks her cross, keeping the golden and very noticeable thing between her breasts as she walks. "After me, then, boy."

snorts at that, pulling out a dagger. "Boy? I'm pretty sure I'm older than you."

pauses. "I'm not giving you my age." She sighs, tilting her nose up as she keeps walking. "But so be it."

cackles. "That's a woman thing, huh? I don't get it, what does any of that matter?"

pauses. "That's a thing. Period. Don't 'woman' me." She groans, walking onwards. Ok maybe she had an 'I'm too old' complex. Nothing to do with the children she raised.

rolls her eyes. "If you say so."

*his]

keeps walking, eyes slightly narrowed as she walks on, fetching another cigarette from her pocket and trying to balance lighter, cig and pistol.

trying not to laugh at her. "Here, let me." He takes the lighter from her hand, leaning a little closer to light the cig for her. "Better? Geez, your lungs must be shit, how do you manage to run from these_

_bastards?"

frowns at him and pouts. "My lungs are fine, obrigada..." She rubs her temples, nodding at him in thanks and blowing some smoke on his face. "Want one?"

wrinkles his nose a little at the smoke. He didn't do it often... "Nah, I'm good for now. Danke, though."

smiles at her small revenge, humming. "Nada..." She shrugs, smoking and feeling more quiet and relaxed now. "There's the park. I hope you've got a good nose."

his brother was here, he was a little better at this part. "Good enough."

hums and looks around the park, tossing Gilbert a bottle of salt. "You never know..." She smiles a bit. "Keep yourself safe."

catches it, inspecting the bottle. "Salt? As if I don't already have any." He pulls a gun, wiggling it a little. "Rock salt bullets. I'm no beginner, you know.."

hums. "There you go. But accept a fellow hunter's gift, will you?" She adds, looking around. "So... any specifics on what monster we're talking about?"

hums, before tucking it away. "No. I've told you all I know. If it's a Pagan god, we'll need an oak branch dipped in virgin blood though."

shakes her head. "Don't look at me for that." She adds, delicate as she could, looking around. "But oaks aren't hard to find."

siiiighs. "But virgins are."

blinks. "I was... betting on you."

snorts as he chokes on his laughter. He can't even form words, or really..walk, he'd doubled over with laughter.

rolls her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry... I forget I'm dealing with a mature, very oh-so-hardcore boy..."

grins at her, once he's collected himself. "Oh sweetheart. You have no idea."

crosses her arms and stares. "The way you speak of it, I'll try with your blood just in case."

leans a little close. "Or, you could just try your hand with me instead." No, he didn't have much luck with women, but he still thought she was cute.

flushes and frowns at him. "You... We'll find another blood." She huffs, quickly looking away like a scared cat, red up to her ears.

grins at that, proud he'd been able to get a reaction like that. "No problem, can't be too hard."

nods. "Ah, yes, then the quicker we move the better, no?" she hums, tapping his shoulder.

nods. "Jaaa, ja, let's go."

walks on around the houses nearby, humming as she thinks. "Can we use... blood from a pet? Dog?"

doesn't want to risk it not working. "Or we could break into a nunnery?"

blinks. "I.. know one, if we don't... do we have to kill them? For a pagan god?" She fidgets, crossing her arms.

shrugs. "No? Just prick a finger, right?"