Howl With The Wolves [job~Loki]

Desmond was walking up to a clearing on the mountain. It was frigid, as always, and there was a heavy blizzard that surrounded the guild. He was going to complete a job, albeit an unconventional one. The hunter was going to get money for... Simply howling to the moon? Sounded strange at first, but easy money is not the kind of money that Desmond was willing to pass up. So, now he was in his hunting gear, which moderated his body temperature from the harsh blizzard, and was carrying a pile of wood with him towards this clearing. The clearing was within the boundaries of the barrier of the guild, but far away enough that he wouldn't be bothering - or be bothered by - other members.

Speaking of other members, Desmond was originally planning on going on this job by himself. It did in fact say on the slip of paper that was the job request that, although it was recommended to go along with a team mate, it wasn't required. However, another member of the guild came forward and asked Desmond to accompany him. And it was the one guild member that Desmond especially didn't want to. The hunter had no hatred nor ill will towards Loki, but with how bitter he was upon their initial encounter with one another, and how he seemed so uptight, he rubbed Desmond in every wrong way. He seemed like such a buzzkill, and the hunter wasn't exactly the life of the party, so that was saying something. However, Desmond accepted his request, without any sourness in his voice, because he was a mannerly gentleman.

So, now that Desmond was reaching the clearing, he set the pile of wood down. The guild's barrier was active, so Desmond's suit faded away. He didn't need to moderate his temperature with such a light snow. So, the man pulled over some rocks and created a makeshift fire pit. With the wood inside, he then took out a few matches and useless slips of paper from his pocket, and began lighting them one by one and setting them around the wood blocks. Sure, paper burns quickly, but wood most certainly doesn't. So once the fire was lit fully, Desmond just put on his fedora and sat in the snow, waiting for his supposed companion to come out.
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392/625 personal wc
392/1250 total wc

The crushing sound of compact snow was one that Desmond was all too familiar with, especially when it came to hunting in the mountains like this. So, he didn't even turn until Loki said something, mentioning his fire and wether or not he was going to barbeque. That was a rather odd question, Desmond obviously didn't have any food with him. Or perhaps it was sarcasm, he didn't know nor did the green haired man really care. He was sincere enough to answer the question however, as he shrugged his shoulders and responded.

"No, Mr. Loki, I am not. I just like the smell of fire, and burning wood. Plus, it sets mood, is pleasant to look at, and provides a little heat for myself."

The smell of burning wood was indeed a pleasant one to the hunter. Smokiness sucked, sure, but if you were the proper distance away - far enough to not get smoke in your face, but close enough to catch the scent, it was rather nice.

Desmond observed as the spiritual wolves of the mountain began to gather round, keeping their distance from the two, but still being within eyesight. The blue, ghostly wolves remained silent, staring at the two.

"So, why would you want to accompany a clown such as myself on a job you could do by yourself, hm? Or rather, if you wanted to do it with a partner, why not choose anyone else?"

Desmond hadn't stopped looking at the fire. It was mesmorising, and in a sense calming to look at and feel the warmth of. He wasn't tense by any means, but it was still a refreshing feel coming from the flame. He hadn't been in a calming situation like this in months, he had been pelted with hunts and jobs and starting to get the feel of being in a guild. It was actually rather crazy, when he thought about it, how much of a workaholic he's become. He's usually such a "only do what I must" person.
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731/625 personal wc
1137/1250 job wc

Desmond paused when listening to the words of Loki, thinking along with them. Sure, he was being reasonable, and he seemed very similar in motivation to Desmond. Someone who knows the pros and cons of both working alone, and with working with others. That was something the hunter could relate to, especially considering how different the two appeared up front.

"I agree, Mr. Loki. I only joined a guild in the first place because I had to face the harsh reality that I can't do everything myself. I even went against my personal code, since someone in my... Er... Field of work, values pride and self worth above all else. It's all about personal abilities, and you're thought less of if you ask for help in doing what you have to do."

Desmond stood up.

"But that's life, really. Innit?"

Desmond pressed a button on the watch that he was wearing, and a mimic of a howling noise from a wolf was played on audio. He recorded it on a hunt once to attract or deter more prey, but Desmond found it had a new use in this.

"Howling like an animal is ridiculous. Ironic, coming from a clown, right?"

The blue phantasmal wolves began howling to the moon as the recording started being played, and Desmond just returned to staring at the fire. Loki could stay if he wanted, but the well dressed man was done with this job.