Night Patrol (open)
It had been a few weeks since Dolemeck had ended up in Seattle. In that time, he lost someone, he found someone, he met new friends, got a new job, and he discovered a new purpose for himself. He agreed he would help Bram, Tyler, and their friends look for any supernatural beings. It was odd, but such a pact made him feel more at home than when he was in Manhattan by himself. This place, it made him feel welcome.
He had finally been to a barber shop for the first time and had his hair cut much shorter (as Bram spoke of how having long hair would be one more thing an enemy could grab, and his managers at work were not happy with him having waist length hair). It was short in the back, and long in the front, going past his chin a little bit. It was odd how changing one's hair and location could make a man feel brand new.
"I should have done this sooner." He whispered to himself as he shadow ported from one alley to the next. He was hellbent on finding the other two escaped demons from limbo who tried to drag him back there. But so far, he was unable to find them, or much of anything. Then again, most supernatural beings would not be stupid enough to make themselves so easy to find. But then again, what was he?
As he thought more on this, Dolemeck shadow ported once more. He could find nothing, so he decided to look for a bar to go to for some fun.
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