We Are Bulletproof

Alva? Where are you?

The county library was quiet during this time of day. It was far too early for students working on papers or parents who wanted the library to babysit their kids for them over the summer. Susumu had chosen this area rather than his own apartment because of what had happened there. And the conclave... Well, there was no bringing Alva into that mess. He doubted Alva would want to even if it invited.

So here he was, politely perusing the books on a reference shelf and noting that many of them were pretty dusty. Not a lot of people used this old county library anymore. People talked about closing it every year but it stubbornly clung to life, serving the small town of Hazleton proudly. Susumu smiled at the librarian, whom he was familiar with. Personally, Susumu had always loved libraries, in all their musty smelling glory.

After a moment, he found a book that dealt with something he thought might be similar to their current situation. It probably wouldn't have any easy answers but it was about reading between the lines. Susu held the book close to his chest and looked up to see that somebody was prancing about downstairs. A redhead. Alva's cousin. Ah! Alva! Susumu hurried over the balcony and looked down at him but he couldn't get his attention simply by waving when Alva wasn't looking up. With a sigh, Susumu hurried down the steps with the book in tow.

"Alva?" he said hesitantly as he approached the virtual stranger before him.

@Blue  (no rush dudeetttte)

The music thumped so hard that Susu's heart beat in time with it. It felt like the music itself was a part of his body, running through his veins like an electric heartbeat. He breathed in the scent of deodorant and sweat as the people around him raised their arms and twisted their hips. A woman threw her head back and sang along at the top of her lungs.

Susu forced a little half smile as he squeezed past her. Her elbow grazed his side but she didn't seem to notice. Susu narrowed his eyes and scanned the area.

Where the hell are you?

He tried calling several times but the bastard wasn't picking up. Typical Liam. He just took off and did whatever the fuck he wanted half the time. Then a sound--a familiar shouting something vulgar to a nearby woman. Susu twisted on his heel and turned to see Liam harassing some female.

Swiftly, Susu made his way through throngs of people to grasp onto Liam's arm and pull him closer to him and away from the woman.

"What are you doing?" Susu hissed into his ear.

How cute.

Susumu's latest target was hanging around the sheriff's station, like he thought that was going to keep him alive. Weren't hunters supposed to be so badass that they didn't need to be afraid of those that went bump in the night? Was he really afraid of a little witch like Susumu?

His lips curved upward slightly. It didn't matter, though. The hunter could hide from a physical being but he couldn't hide from a spell.

Susumu, who sat beneath an umbrella in the summer heat, the tiny cafe across the sheriff's station the perfect waiting position. All he needed was a line of sight and a bit of hair. He already got the hair from an altercation between one of Susu's "friends" and he now looked at the tuft of hair between his fingers.

He let it drop into the thermos in front of him.

The stink of the dark magic briefly made him wrinkle his nose. Then it was gone, as quick as it had come. There he is. Susumu began to whisper the words of the spell as he stared at the man. But before the spell could properly wrap about its target, somebody hit Susumu in the arm, causing him to spill the contents of the thermos all over the table.

Susumu immediately got to his feet and turned toward the idiot who ruined his spell.