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Downtime

The First Gift Manifestation

Alone once more... Returning from his now new job. Contracts, albiet extremely dangerous, the allure from them is undeniable. Those news he's seen on TV, perhaps some of them may be related to people that have been in this industry for a long time now... Abbas looks at his injuries, limping, heading to a hospital to recover. He has his I.D., yet managed to avoid answering as many questions as possible as to where the injuries came from.

Those eyes, the looks, abbas feels as he enters the hospital... Perhaps one of the staff member is a vampire, looking around, seeing a nurse pull a person thats bleeding furiously on a bed. Abbas walks up to the counter, requesting to be placed into their care, struggling, his words through, with a long silence after he finishes the receptionist turns him into the hospital, with a thank you he marches forward. Injured, yet on edge. Wishing to relax but unable to, he can smell the strong stench of blood from the surroundings. People ill, attacked by mundane and monsters. Those damn accursed monsters... His past resurfaces for an instant before he hears the door opening and a doctor entering with tools, an I.V. bag, and more...

His body sweats, as Abbas eyes the doctor, trying to gauge if the doctor is human or not. Nearly out of instinct dodging the mask being placed over his face, he holds his breath for an instant, before gritting his teeth, and deciding even in his current state, he will not be able to survive. Abbas sighs and inhales the gas from the mask, rapidly feeling tired and weak before embracing the darkness that is sleep. In his dreams, he remembers about his family, his wife, his child, that... monster.

A beast so fierce even when it was weak. The lion, that was on fire, held down by broken chains on its limbs, its sneer, He could feel it even in what he knows is a dream. That sneer, the smell of blood, the taste of the dirt as he stumbles to the ground. The sound of the squelch, the humid air that traps and suffocates him. Feeling a rapid drop, as if he was falling through the ground, he gasp for air before awakening in the hospital bed once more. With a sudden lurch, he sits ups, looking around, seeing that its only 3 am. Alone once more... Abbas sighs and decides to quickly recover before he heads out again.

2 Weeks Later

Leaving the hospital, Abbas smells the air, rotten, yet clear... He decides to warm up before deciding to do anything drastic. As he grabs his bow, immediately something feels... different. This wasn't like how it was before. The bow this time, it felt closer, almost like a limb, he could feel the crackle of the wood as it bent, the tension of the wood as he pulled. He could see where he would shoot, his hand stabilized quicker, feeling significantly more relaxed... his breath steadies as he aims at a target, letting go of the string, with a soft woosh, the arrows hit dead on. "amazing..." he mumbles. The payment, he feels now truly. It's something beyond just simple imagination nor weapons, its more than that. Its influences how one interacts with the world itself. Abbas takes a deep breath again and this time decides to try shooting with all of his strength, at a bird this time. Feeling the flapping of its wings, he see's it, and it see's him, as it starts flying towards him, time seems to slow down as he released his finger on the arrow, this time, much quicker than before, akin to a pistol, it pierces through the bird, pinning it into a tree. Shocked by this, Abbas goes over slower to retrieve the bird. Looking at the arrow, now destroyed, yet, its power cannot be denied. He can feel his blood boil as his heart starts pounding rapidly. This... This could truly lead him to his dream, to his revenge.

Finally, he has a way of hunting down... the Nian.

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Who Done It?

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Downtime

Understanding and Regret

Abbas sits on the plane back to America. Realizing how much of a fool he is, there were so many other ways to get through, and he tried just barging head on forward. Regret fills him as he regards himself foolish.

He lays into the chair as slumber rapidly overtakes him. Nightmare fueled as always. His slumber, while not a peaceful one to others, is to him.

It's been 8 months now since the incident. Fresh on his mind. His degrading social skills. He needs something to vent his frustration on and decides to go for a hunt. Stalking the woods, one step at a time. Climbing here and there, he watches a deer come by, sniping it with his bow and toxins. Watching it die under its own muscle. He walks over and grabs it, lifting it up over his back before returning.

Going back to his house, he skins and cuts the thing, letting it bleed dry before cooking it. His skills, not great, but enough to survive without vomiting. Feeling the numbness from his curare on his tongue, he coughs a little before continues eating, know that curare when ingested is barely lethal, requiring a much larger dose than the one he used.

He thinking about his mission, and realizes, not all humans are good, there are monsters amongst the humans as well, and if it comes down to it. He will have to hunt them down as well. Before himself at least, realizing he is already slowly falling to become one of these monsters himself.

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Vampire Slayer

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Help?

Abbas dreams of the fire of the netherworld... of hell. The green flames from the mouth of the nian that scorched his clothes... Saved literally by his pants. He could hear the cries of his wife and child again, reliving his old nightmare, its only been a year, and the creature is back, it lives, and its not satisfied... Abbas grits his teeth in his nightmare seeing the sword that vanished with the beast mouth. Seeing it return through that portal of green flame back to the netherworld. While reliving that memory, he hears the vibrating of a phone before realizing hes asleep.

Abbas will jump awake reaching for his bow before realizing Mel is awake. He will look at her for a moment, before awkwardly asking "... How are you?" while rubbing the back of his neck. Abbas will have his upper torso also in bandages. His arm is also wrapped in bandages.

Truth be told, Mel looked like shit. Bruises were evident on her bare arms and face, especially a massive welt on her neck. Not only was she nearly beaten to death just a day or two before, but something seemed off about her--like she hadn't slept in 3 days or eaten in a week. In response to the question, Mel's normally mildly amused or slightly judgmental expression was replaced with barely holding back tears. Unfortunately she was also semi-strapped down into the bed, probably to prevent her from accidentally ripping out the IVs and attached monitors during her bout of nightmares. The tears started to flow but she couldn't hide them or rub them away. "I'm glad it's really you," she whispered.

"I'm so sorry for disappearing like that... I remember entering but I woke up the next day in my bed..." Abbas will say apologetically as he looks around for a piece of paper or handkerchief, noticing the tears. Contrary to how paranoid Abbas usually is, it appears he doesnt have much equipment on him aside from the bow and some dulled out arrow heads. It seems he gave up quite a lot to watch over Mel. Finding a paper towel he will ask, "Do you, uh, need a little help?"

Mel took a slow, shaky breath and then rubbed a side of her now damp face onto her shoulder (which was covered in blue hospital gown) as Abbas found the paper towels. She nodded, shifting in the restraints on her arms and about to ask for freedom, but then she noticed his bandages. Her tired eyes widened and, still speaking in a whisper, she asked, "What happened to you?"

Abbas looks at the wall for a bit before asking, "Do you know what event has just passed...?" Abbas, a rarely sentimental guy, always on the lookout for a murderous monster, seems to have a solemn gaze as if old memories are stirring.

Mel slowly shook her head no, immediately noting the layers that encompassed this topic--whatever it was. The sounds in the hospital hallway, past the closed door, prompted her to take another (now steadier) deep breath. Abbas' phone rang again. The phone showed a headshot of Mel as she was in that moment in the hospital bed and the caller ID simply said "Mel," as though she was a saved contact.

Abbas picks up the phone with a raised eyebrow as he sits back into the seat nearby. "Well... lets say lunar new year was about... 2 days ago."

"Yes it was..." Mel's voice replied patiently through the phone. However, she physically said nothing as she continued to watch him with a mildly inquisitive expression and take slow, deep breaths.

"A old friend appeared, so to say. Didn't expect it to show up in my room... the reason why I'm this whole dealio anyways."

A pause. Then Mel replied: "This conversation is supernaturally obscured from all listeners, including anyone physically present and anyone who might listen in electronically. It is also confidential, meaning you can speak as freely as you want to, and I won't share it with anyone else. Now... did you kill the Nian?"

"Haha... no, it ran away--I didn't expect it to still be hunting me after it had its feast of my family..." The sound of teeth being gritted is heard. "I'm sorry for abandoning you guys,. I'll make sure you're safe and healed up first before I finish my fight with this thing."

Mel's expression and tone hardened. "Unstrap me, Abbas, and then help me sit up."

Abbas releases the straps on Mel, after making sure there isnt any after bleed, and seems surprised by the hug.

"I'm so sorry for your loss," Mel whispered with a heavy sincerity before letting Abbas go.

Abbas backs up and shakes his head. "It's been over a year already--back on this though... How's Jason?"

A year is not long at all, Mel thought to herself. But she honored the unspoken request. "He's alive and back at the crypt, and I need to go back there today--if I don't, I'm pretty sure I'm going to die."

"Crypt...? Wait, hold up, do you know if we can check you out right now?"

"Hospitals don't hold people against their will, so long as they haven't been deemed unable to make decisions for themselves." Mel layed back down, cringing as she used her aching abdomen muscles and arms to do so slowly. "I basically just have to do the paperwork, which I can send someone else to--" Her sentence cut off as she inhaled sharply from sudden pain. Now she looked unnaturally pale and her bruises seemed to visibly expand. "Abbas," she whispered, her expression scared and exhausted, "please take me to Jason--to the crypt entrance at the Motown museum."

Abbas will hurriedly come over to Mel's side and help her get up, worried about her and jason too now. Taking in a deep breath, he picks her up and then takes his dolphin teeth necklace into his mouth with a soft bite. Mel knows this allows Abbas to almost become one with nature in a way, making it harder to notice him as he starts to carry her out. "Do you need anything on the way?

Mel might have blushed from the embarrassment of this interaction if every fiber of her being didn't ache so intensely. She shook her head no as they exited the patient room and entered the bustling hallway. Several patients and staff noticed them immediately, but not all. Those that did saw a tall, muscular, middle-aged, dark-skinned man wearing dark clothing, a medical face mask, bandages, and a cap princess carrying a short, thin, pale, extremely bruised and bandaged Asian woman who wore only a blue hospital gown. Then, as they passed by the nurse's station on that floor, Mel mustered her strength to issue a command: "Wait!" To answer the surprised and concerned expressions of the several onlooking nurses (and others), Mel stated with a tone of doctoral authority, "I'm Dr. Melanie Dakkera, and I'm checking out. I'll return to do the paperwork in 24 hours." With that, she rested her head on Abbas' shoulder with a sigh of relief and helpless surrender as he carried her down to the front entrance.

Abbas will, during that time, be giving a death glare at anyone that may even appear as a threat, especially the nurses (it doesn't help that he is wearing a sharp red colored pupil contact), before continuing to go out the hospital. Waving down a taxi (or an uber) and ensuring Mel is in safely and securely, he will enter as well, and with a deepened voice he will tell the driver "Motown museum" (while also glaring at the taxi driver as well).

In the taxi, Mel propped herself up in the corner of the door and the back seat. Her expression was still hard, likely from the pain but also from other things. After a few minutes of looking out the window, she turned to Abbas and whispered, "You didn't abandon us, so you don't need to be forgiven ... but I do want you to promise me something."

Abbas remains silent as he stares out the window, before turning to her and tilts his head slightly. "What is it?" he ask in a low voice.

"You will do everything in your power to have me with you the next time you face the Nain..." Mel paused. "... Because, as long as I'm alive, you don't have to be alone."

Abbas will remain silent and stare out the window at the passing scenery for a bit before saying, "I'll consider it..." in a low yet, almost, perhaps, cheerful? voice.

Upon hearing his response, Mel's expression softened for a moment too--a slight smile. The remainder of the taxi ride to the Motown Museum (and the crypt) was silent.

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Infernal Wings

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Gifts, Deja vu, and recollection

Abbas looks at his loot. Some teeth, a large claw, and some of the beast hide. Remembering about someone he met recently. He thought of possibly making something for Jason and Mel who seems to be lacking in a bit of items compared to him. Deciding that the teeth would make great arrow heads, abbas calls up Jason.

"Hello? Jason? This is abbas. I'd like to request a order with the beast we hunted last time. I shall prepare the materials."

After getting his confirmation, Abbas will swing by his shop in Los Angeles, bringing the material and watching Jason work on the items before thanking him with a generous payment and leaving.

3 days later

With the items in his pack, Abbas will swing by mel and jason apartment, before dropping off a folded up Leatherwork outfits. Got a pair of arm guards and all.

"I recently hunted something and uh... I managed to salvage this for you guys? Unfortunately I could only get enough for 1 person... but I got something else for Jason, its not his thing but he can try trading it with someone for a gun"

Mel pokes her head out of the kitchen. "Killed the Nain?" she asks loudly while clearly frying something based on the sizzling sounds.

"Thanks buddy, but I have a gun." Jason holds up his keychain from the couch where's he's watching cartoons with Violet.

"No, the nian hasn't appeared yet. Though, as a fellow guy jason, i think this might appear rather awesome to you, though I'm more of a fan of traditional stuff."

Abbas will also pass a photo to Jason of a large bone sword.

He looks at the photo "Nice! where'd you get that?"

"A Tiger T-rex hybrid thing. I could've grabbed some dragon bones/leather too if we weren't sent back so fast"

Mel sneaks a look at the photo between batches of pan-fried squash. The fire alarm hasn't gone off, yet. "Do you even know how to swing a sword?" she asks Jason casually before returning to the kitchen.

"Kinda. I shoot better but I'm no stranger to a good blade." Getting up, he heads towards the kitchen, trying to move the conversation away from Violet.

"What's the other thing?" Mel asks, changing the topic as she attends to the stovetop.

"I had someone make some clothes out of the things leather, it's rather resilient and I think can even hold its own against sniper. It survived quite the uh... explosion to say the least."

"Jason could use some armor," she says with a chuckle while transferring the food from large pan to plate.

Abbas walks over to violet and ask "how's little violet doing? Has mommy and daddy gotten into any fights recently again? Sorry I was gone for so long "

"I have armor, do you?" Jason looks at Mel dryly.

She just looks back at him with a you know the answer to that question expression and the proceeds to pull a tray of pork chops out of the oven.

"Besides, you could use a new outfit dear" He chuckles, then retreats from the kitchen before Mel can throw something at him.

Abbas gives a slight chuckle as well before he starts chatting with Violet, picking her up and letting her rest on one of his arm like a normal child.

As Jason makes a hasty exit, a wet sponge comes flying in his direction. It was aimed horribly and lands onto the wood floor with a splat. Watching the splat, abbas wonders if Mel would possibly require some training in throwing.

The truth is that Mel didn't mind Jason's jab on her fashion or even his ongoing leveraging of endearing terms. He had, however, done a decent job of getting on her nerves for the past two days and unquestionably deserved a wet sponge to the face--or anything, really.

With an annoyed expression (in part due to her poor aim), Mel stops plating the food on the kitchen counter to pick up the sponge, wipe up the small puddle, and then clear off the table for dinner. At first she was just going to move the armor out of the way, but it's lack of weight causes her to pause. Instead, Mel unfolds it to examine what exactly what Abbas had made for her.

Picking it up, Mel will feel the leather is a bit rough. Almost akin to scales, yet also is a little fluffy. It feels kinda warm holding it. The item itself looks to be made rather roughly, like someone's first time doing leatherwork. It's main color being orange with pigments of blue and white on it like spots. With it, Mel might look a bit weird but it could also start a fashion trend! The inside of the clothes appear to be rather insulated. Seemingly covering most if not all parts of the body, with the gloves/arm braces, and the exception/lack of a helmet. Mel feels like she could go head to head with a boar and come out almost perfectly fine.

Mel silently takes in all the details of the gift for a minute, hands running over the different textures and even holding it close to sniff. "Jason, can you serve dinner?" Assuming the answer, she takes the bundle of leather into her bedroom. About ten minutes later, the Pathetic therapist walks into the dining room in almost full armor. She has a confused expression as she looks back at her family members who are now seated around the dinnertable, mid-meal.

"Pretty!" Violet declares. "Like a princess!" Mel's confused expression remains, although she takes a mental note to explain the societal definition of a pretty princess to Violet during their next lesson.

Abbas observes Mel in her outfit before nodding to himself thinking "I still got my touch with size reading".

"Maybe Xena, Warrior Princess." In between bites of the dinner Mel made, "You going to eat in that? Mommy may need to borrow your bib Nugget." Noticing her confused expression he asks "Do you need help?"

Abbas is already almost done with his food by the time he even notices the confused expression with the mention of Jason asking if she needs help.

Answering the question, Mel asks Abbas, "How did you get my measurements?"

"Totally not weird." Jason whispers

Abbas looks over at Jason and reads off his shirt size exactly after a quick glance.

"My wife used to make my uniforms and clothes and taught me some tips and tricks" he says without seeming creepy or weird or even anything at all.

"... Well, thank you. It's..." she looks down at herself, an odd sight for her (or most anyone outside of ComiCon or Halloween) to see, and then looks back at Abbas with a grin "... perfect."

Abbas nods, though internally, he is happy to be of help to Mel and jason. The only people he feels comfortable around for the past month.

"Glad to be helpful. Jason, you can come by whenever you want to grab the sword. I don't really use such a thing, I got my own stuff from it"

"I can do that, it may come in handy." Jason says

"What's my size?" Violet asks, not knowing what the range of answers could be or why Mommy even cared.

"You're about... a 3t violet" Abbas says with a soft smile at the child

Violet grins with satisfaction. "Three!" She announces just in case someone missed it.

"Good honey." Jason looks at violet, slightly proud of her.

"Yea, a three..." Abbas will cough, hide his face a bit and excuse himself before leaving the room.

Thinking about it, Abbas randomly reminisce his own old family. His child that should've been 5 now. His wife who would help him with general public and outside stuff. His old hut out in the woods.

The image of Violet overlaps with his own child. "Lucas..." Abbas mumbles softly, a tear falls down abbas face as he hides from everyone.

It's been about 1 month after their 1 year death anniversary. Abbas spins his ring on his finger softly, it's not jewel, nor is it any precious metal. Appearing to have been made of random rock and string. On it is A♡A. Abbas looking forlorn softly whispers "Alice..." before he sighs and vanishes from sight. Disappearing into his own apartment...