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Jasleen focused on the positives, at least. It even brought a smile as she reflected on the good times with her father. ‘Have you had time to mourn?’ He wondered if she had, on the run, or if she’d remained too tense and afraid for such a luxury as mourning. He didn’t really know how long ago it...

Akanke hissed in frustration at the Belmont’s move, “GO!” she all but shrieked at the creatures who paused, and go they did, lunging again at their prey. This was…perhaps preferred. News of Alucard’s death would break Dracula more, especially at the hands of his own monsters. He’d never need to...

Mikhail’s response didn't surprise Varick in the least. He hummed and modified, “If you need us to stay until you've prepared your new location, we can,” Varick wanted to be on his way, but Mikhail had been kind to them. It was a small thing they could to, to let him get settled elsewhere...

Asher’s expression screwed up a bit as she suggested college wasn’t an option, “That’s a lie,” he said, “you can get a GED, and then go to college. They have community centers where you can study for it if you need to. Once you have that, you can apply anywhere you like,” he encouraged, if that...

Lucia chuckled but shook her head at Jillian’s offer, “As useful as I am sure you would be, I do not think you want to see what the nightmares can get up to in a hunt,” she was a werewolf so she wouldn’t be unaccustomed to the gore, but she still felt it might be better. Not to mention, Marius...

The shift wasn’t all that sudden to Asher. It made sense. He was talking about creating a future, and Jasleen had never considered that for herself – so now she had to find out how others came about it. “I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do,” he said, “I got a scholarship to go to college on...

‘Doubtful.’ Pia didn’t think it was a tech thing. This wasn’t recorded history. It wasn’t written down or easily accessible in that way. Someone bribed someone, or threatened someone, blackmailed someone – either way, it wasn’t achieved by snooping on the internet. She almost sent a message...

“You! Not a step closer!” the woman with the two men barked, stepping a bit ahead as Marisol hurried close, glaring her down. Gale followed, as did Shadowheart and Astarion, even if Astarion followed at a languid pace and looked quite disinterested in it all. The man didn’t look like he was...

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Pia doubted it was that easy, if only because the supernatural world wasn’t that willing to talk to Astors. Still, she humored it. Did you bribe Edwin or Sekhnu? Those two would have the amount of information the Astor’s wanted. Sekhnu was simply a wildcard so far as whether he wanted to humor...

Just like that, the goblin was free, and invisible. Gale sighed despondently, but went along with this. “Let’s get on our way, then,” he was not enthused about any of this, but he had no choice in the matter now. He was an accomplice, and so he would use his knowledge to navigate them back to...

Gale hissed in response. “I’m not sure we want to proceed without—” Astarion pushed right by him with a, “Step aside,” and a flourish of his lacy sleeves, before daintily plucking a thin metal rod from within the sleeve. Other tools revealed themselves on his person as he knelt besides the cage...

It would be a while before Pia checked the email. Not until she had to set the skull aside, and by then, it was daylight. That was the best time to go over tedious bits of information, and so, she began to that, deciding to end on her own file. She made a note of the locations that were in the...

It was only after Pia had taken the skull to her room and gotten a few supplies that she remembered to text her email over to Emmett, before she inevitably had to get her hands dirty. She couldn't let it just rot, though. That may decay the bone structure as well, which was so nicely preserved...

Pia made the note not to address Terrance directly if it could be avoided. She didn't need to cause undo trouble, and she likely didn't need too much explanation from Terrance, anyways. “Very well,” she accepted it gracefully. Though, she rolled her eyes at the request to sleep. It was...

“Mmm. I can text you a good email for Terrance to send things to,” she allowed before moving towards the door and looking for him to head out along with her. “Try not to make much of our relation in Salem. He will not hesitate to cause you trouble if he takes offense, and trouble of the legal...

Pia didn't mention that she didn't care how it was done, so long as violence didn't erupt from either side. She intended to ignore everyone on the flight with earbuds, and, indeed, a laptop. “Clay tablets and cuneiform, please,” she drawled, clearly not serious, as she added, “I don't have guest...

Hate was powerful, but hatred could also exist for next to no reason. Emotions were fickle like that. She'd certainly hated for very, very petty reasons before, though that flame never burned as hot as the hatred for… Well, she didn't want to think his name. She was done with that for now...

Emmett took his seat, comfortable immediately, and offered what little he'd learned. She openly scoffed at what he said. “That's it?” Of course, witches didn't often have unique talents. Vampires did, but they were limited to that. Witches could cast from a multiplicity of spells and options...

The entry area did indeed match the ‘calm’ and ‘clean’ vibe, being public space. Pia didn't even notice it any longer, although she did know she had little intention of letting the hunter get far. She should at least talk to him away from the entry. “Mm. She seems to be aware of it herself,”...