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Kevin can’t argue that it would be a major boost to their entire ‘demon stopping’ thing if they did win Eurovision but aside from that he’s also terrified. Winning Mello was big enough for him, big enough for them all really, so Eurovision is an entirely different beast.
Not just because outside of their own little country, or countries in this case, they have a chance to run into other hunters. Yes, their little group are not the only hunters in the world, usually countries big enough have their own set of three special people born with the ability to use their voices to seal demons away or force them back down.
The difference between the two choices is kind of like a whack-a-mole machine. Using violence to directly fight demons is whacking the moles but using their voices is unplugging the machine for a short while. One is a bit better long-term, don’t you think?
But back to the point: Kevin would love to win Eurovision and he knows they have no choice in going to Eurovision now, but he can still be stressed about what it means for them. If demons were to attack in Basel what would they do? How would they explain shooting a human-like thing’s head off?
Kevin yawns and leans his head the other way, still lightly snoozing but deep in thought about his worries.
He wouldn’t have to explain anything, he thinks rather selfishly, Axel would. He can imagine the questions now: “So, why did you bring out a glowing yellow gun and was it a statement about your own country’s gun-culture?”
Kevin snorts, amused at the visual before thinking seriously again.
An axe they can get away with, he’s safe so perhaps he should share that with his fellow hunters if the need arises. Jakob’s got more of a chance than Axel because he doesn’t have a gun but a sword’s not really inconspicuous either. Neither are good options when they glow a neon yellow that would be noticed.
So, keep the demon-hunting off the stage and away from cameras. They can do that. They’ve come this far.
Slightly being nudged awake, Kevin is greeted to a phone capturing his sleeping form held by the ultimate betrayer, Axel.
“At least let me see the picture before you post it.” Kevin lightly begs as Axel considers the proposition for a second before handing the phone over, Jakob still being partially his pillow as he notices the drool.
“Ugh, sorry.” Kevin mutters as he moves to stand, referring to the wet patch now on Jakob’s shoulder and suit. While it is true they have plenty of suits that are exactly the same, he knows Jakob still isn't happy having the sensation of wet drool on his clothes.
His bandmate just shrugs and takes his jacket off, following Kevin and Axel’s movement of standing despite the fact they are currently in a plane and unsteady on their feet. He folds the blazer in half before laying it on the back of his chair, fixing his shirt and tie.
“What time is it?” Kevin asks, handing the phone back as Axel checks his watch.
“9pm. 9:35 more accurately.”
Kevin groans as he rubs his eyes as tries to recheck the schedule he has in his head. Private plane? Check.
Hotel? Closes at 10pm.
Great.
“Is it just me-…are we heading away from Basel?” Jakob hums as he stares out the window, scanning in the dim light. Clearly they do not have endless night or sun in Switzerland.
Glancing out the window too Kevin can see his friend is right, they don’t seem to be-
“...I was going to have a nap.” Axel mumbles under his breath as he sighs, regretting his choice to be the one awake all throughout their flight. He should have been checking out the window but instead he was taking social media photos of Jakob and Kevin sleeping.
Now…how to get the demon’s atte- AND JAKOB’S JUST MARCHING UP THERE! Great.
“Hey, can you come out and fight us? We’ve got a hotel to get to in less than thirty minutes.” Jakob shouts through the door before getting into position, brandishing a sword that is just over half as tall as him.
Kevin doesn’t comment as he summons his own weapon, twirling the axe to reassure himself it once again hasn’t changed and is the same weight, length and everything else as before.
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Axel says as he walks to the back of the plane, as far away from his friends as he can, grabbing a bottle of water and sipping it. He’s not in the mood to try and bare-knuckle box a demon or two.
“Ahem, waiting.” Jakob shouts again after a second passes, the door to the control room being blown off as finally demons emerge.
Kevin doesn’t count them but there’s more than three and with a cursory count- He’s conscious of time- there looks to be about six. Safe to say he doesn’t look forward to this, especially not when immediately they charge, one at a time though so kinda polite.
“Jakob, you okay?” Kevin checks in after slicing through a demon’s neck. He gets an affirmative grunt back before facing his next appointment who rudely doesn’t even seem to be focusing on him.
Following the demon’s gaze he finds it on Axel.
“Is he a coward or-” A demon asks, referring to Axel who is sitting at the back of the plane sipping water and on his phone.
Kevin straightens up as he shakes his head a little, “No.”
“Why is he all the way back there then? We were promised three hunters.”
Kevin nods sagely as he hears Jakob and the other demon still struggling in the background, understanding the confusion.
“He’s a hunter, just not one up-close. He prefers not to deafen us by firing a gun right next to us. A lot of demons forget guns are long-range weapons.” Kevin explains simply as he glances at Jakob, giving him a thumbs up and getting a sarcastic smile back.
“Huh?”
“A gun.” Kevin explains slowly again before a shot is fired and the demon is gone.
Kevin jumps but Axel is a good shot after all these years, especially when they’ve been drilled on this hundreds of times. It still makes him jump though.
Taking a deep breath Kevin gets back into it, slashing away with an axe and trying to ignore the occasional gun-shot. Axel can’t help what weapon he manifests but he does wish it was a bit quieter.
“You know…No, I’ve got nothing. What time is it?” Jakob says as Kevin buries his axe in the last chest of the demon, watching as it turns to dust. Usually they would celebrate or relax but they have a hotel and Eurovision to worry about. And this has just proved they can’t escape demons even when in Eurovision. -Kevin briefly wonders about other countries' hunters, he wonders if they’ll be in Eurovision before he dismisses the idea with the fact hunters come in threes and likely won’t be selected if they’re three in millions of a population a country has.
The setting for the fight might not have been great though, and maybe that’s what the demons were counting on, as the engine of the plane gives a thunk and no one is at the controls, the door across the vehicle.
Kevin and Jakob turn to their friend, silently asking him if he can fly a plane. He can drive a boat, fish, hunt, play the harmonica and saxophone. Surely he can fly a plane, right?
“Obviously not. Why would you even ask?” Axel tells them quickly as they find their footing as the trajectory goes down.
The duo look at each other in a silent exchange of, “Well it made sense to at least ask, he does so many other things. But yeah, that’s on us. Next birthday we’re both getting him flying lessons aren’t we?”
They do have to find a way to not crash the plane though and so struggle to open the emergency door, not to be used in dire situations unless absolutely necessary.
As soon as it is ripped off they hesitate, staring down at the city below them.
“Who’s to say we won’t go…” Jakob begins before making a splatting sound as Kevin tries to offer a humorous shrug but it’s more of a terrified and tense motion instead.
“I’m sure other hunters jump out of planes all the time.” Axel reassures them though he definitely doesn’t sound more than a pinch sure, hoping someone else will step out first as they waste time. Not only do they have to abandon ship (plane) but they also have to make it to Basel to check into their hotel and the desk closes in ten…
“To new experiences.” Kevin breathes, stepping out and crossing his arms over his chest like it’s a slide and not an immediate fall, Jakob grabbing the back of his shirt in a panic to suddenly try and stop him and getting pulled down as well.
“What the- I…Oh come on.” Axel tries not to swear as he watches them go for a second before reluctantly jumping out himself. They really haven’t thought this through and he feels, despite defeating literal demons mere minutes ago, so tragically vulnerable and mortal right now as his stomach does flips in the rushing air.
Kevin glances at Axel to see his friend with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself by silently mouthing the words to any of their songs though currently it is Taco Hej and he’s not being silent, the rush of wind just taking the noise away.
It’s a moment of fun in what should be a stupidly fatal situation so Kevin can be excused for laughing a little before he focuses on the approaching ground, silently joining in on the mouthing. There’s no purpose besides to calm them and they mess up more than they should, chalking it up to having to focus on not dying over remembering the lyrics perfectly but it does help keep him focused as Jakob continues to wrap his arms around him and he tries to swim in the air to Axel.
“Aim for the hotel.” Jakob shouts as Kevin stretches his fingers to Axel and grabs him by the lapel.
“What?” Kevin asks against the wind.
Jakob doesn’t wait to explain again as he grabs Kevin’s face and aims him, whether that actually does anything none of them really know.
“Why couldn’t we get magical singing shield powers.” Kevin mutters as he squeezes Axel closer to him and feels Jakob do the same to him, eyes clenched together (He’s moved on to his second repeat of Taco Hej and has just reached Me. Gu$ta’s part.)
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Jakob is having a great time relaxing in the bath, nothing quite like warm stagnant water to wash the dust and glitter off after fighting demons and then falling hundreds of feet.
They would usually have a sauna but not tonight. He’s too tired tonight and the idea of the effort required to climb all the way down the stairs and then back up again after steaming himself into oblivion makes Jakob want to crawl into bed and never emerge.
“Are you done?” Comes the shout from the other side of the door as Jakob lifts his head and huffs.
“No!”
They fought for the first turn in the bathroom and he won fair and square, Kevin will just have to deal with it.
“It’s been over ten minutes!” Axel shouts this time as Jakob briefly hates him for timing this. Relaxation can not be rushed. Still, he gets where he is coming from and can just imagine them lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for him.
“I’m out.” Jakob finally relents, not actually being out of the bath yet but they don’t know that.
He makes a point not to fall or trip as he gets out and dries himself, trusting that tomorrow morning he will have a shower that is more water-efficient and shorter where he can really clean himself instead of relaxing.
“Thank you.” Axel says brushing past Jakob as soon as he opens the door, swiftly locking it and leaving Jakob with a very frustrated Kevin.
Jakob tries not to laugh at Kevin's face as he approaches a mirror and brushes out his hair.
“Do you think I can get a gun?” Kevin asks rhetorically, not actually wanting a gun but joking that having a weird spirit gun gives you confidence enough to skip the established bathroom system and go before him specifically.
“Switzerland does have some of the most liberal gun laws in Europe.” Jakob off-handedly states as he tries to both dry and brush his hair, wondering if they will have an entire vanity entourage tomorrow.
With the only sounds being some relaxed sighs and hums, silence falls, only to be broken a couple of minutes later by Jakob asking something, curious about what they do now.
“What do we do if demons attack during the actual final?” He turns back to ask, Kevin meeting his eyes and seeing it’s something he has been thinking about for while. If he’s asking then it’s also something he hasn’t managed to figure out an answer to himself either.
Kevin thinks for a moment before deciding on his answer.
“We’ll have to make it to the final first.” He teases, earning a small laugh from his friend while trying to send some comfort through the ether to him. He doesn’t know what they’d do in that situation but it’s better to just take this one step at a time.
Surely not even demons are stupid enough to attack during Eurovision. It may be, recently, steering into more hate-infested waters but it’s still mostly about love and passion, maybe they won’t need to be hunters there because there’s already enough passionate music artists.
“Your turn.” Axel announces as he finally emerges from the bathroom, hair still a little wet but in a bathrobe that makes up for it.
Kevin just passes by him without making a comment.
“What would you do if you were half demon?” Jakob asks his friend as he watches Axel get on the bed before meeting his eyes, confused.
“You’re not…Jakob, I’ve seen most of your skin, unless this is suddenly going to take a dramatic and nonsensical turn you’re not half demon.”
Jakob has to admit Axel’s missing the point, shoulders falling as he shakes his head and gets up, moving over to lie on the bed with Axel.
“I was asking hypothetically.” He explains plainly as Axel makes an ‘ah’ sound.
He lets Axel think for a moment, keeping space in between them and their comfy robes. He does move under the covers though, the bed being big enough for all three of them if they don’t roll around in their sleep.
They obviously have separate rooms though, Jakob just wants to bother his friend a little longer and it seems they want to bother him too.
“I’d hide it.” Axel states as Jakob stares at him, mouth open at the hypothetical betrayal.
Axel turns his head slightly to finally notice Jakob’s expression before laughing.
“What? You wouldn’t?” He asks as Jakob has to admit he totally would.
“See, we hide what we fear or what we think other people will fear. With us being hunters, being part demon would be the ultimate fear. Along with pretending to be a hunter and not actually being one.” Axel explains as Jakob thinks, agreeing with most of what he says.
“How would you pretend to be a hunter?” He asks as Axel shrugs, lifting his head off the bed and smoothing his hair back a little in a clever ploy to buy himself some more time to answer.
“Always bring a neon bat with you.” He states in an even tone as Jakob laughs, imagining the scenario.
Kevin emerges to see the two deep in discussion about the hypothetical situation, sighing as he crawls onto the bed and the space in between them.
The next couple of weeks are going to be exhausting and he is already low on energy so the world can excuse Kevin for shutting his eyes as his friends debate around him and accidentally drift off to sleep. In all honesty this was going to be Axel’s room but he lets Kevin have it, trying to sneak out as soon as they both notice Kevin’s fallen asleep.
He’s in a robe so he shouldn’t have any discomfort from falling asleep in tight clothing but still, they worry.
They’re not going to turn the Honmoon gold and that’s not their main goal in the end. They just want to keep making music.