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(The RP thread)

 

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So today was the day.

She hasn’t seen the others in a while. Alexandra wasn’t able to say how long exactly, but it was long enough for her to miss them. Yes, yes, the tough ‘hold my non-alcoholic beer’ warrior actually missed someone. But could anyone blame her? She lived for nearly three (Or was it four? The years that ended in B.C. were sometimes a blur.) centuries before she met another immortal.

Alexandra stepped out from the airport and took a deep breath of the fresh air. Aruba’s weather was truly amazing. The dry air and endless blue sky reminded her so much of Sparta, back when it was a city state. The thought brought a little smile to her face, a feeling of nostalgia crossing her features for a moment. Sunrays entangled themselves into her blonde hair, creating a halo-like appearance around her (though, she was quickly reminded by the meaner part of her brain, she was always far from a saint) as the blazing sun attacked her eyes. Frowning slightly, she slipped her sunglasses onto her face, blocking out the vicious attack - oh, the wonders of human ingenuity.

The roar of a plane engine caught her attention, as she involuntarily glanced up at the soaring machine. These days travel was made to be so easy. So quick. Alexandra prided herself on being ‘on with the time’ – she could even take pictures with her Smart Phone - but she still felt the most comfortable on a horse. Though, she had to admit, horse travel did not include free drinks or food included in the price.

Travelling became easier, but harder at the same time as well, she thought as she shifted the strap of the case resting against her bag, her Kopis sword securely inside. It’s a family artefact. I’m a collector. It’s just a hobby. I take part in real life reenactments. She used to say, among many other lies, before she realized that even after centuries, money still could make people look away.

Alexandra pulled her suitcase – which had wheels. Has she mentioned the wonders of human ingenuity? – to a nearby taxi. With a smile as warm as the weather, a well-kept moustache and a family picture on his window, the driver didn’t seem like the type to overcharge his clients. Ignoring his helpful hand, she swiftly placed her luggage into the trunk and told the driver the address.

The drive wasn’t long. Quiet, but cheerful music escaped the radio. A slightly unpleasant smell of too many air fresheners filled the enclosed space, but Alexandra did not complain. She valued honesty, yes, but there was a difference between speaking her mind and whining – at least in her eyes. Thankfully, the driver did not attempt to spark a conversation, allowing her to focus on the landscape that they passed (it still amazed her, even after she's seen it so many times) rather than making up convincing lies to pesky questions.

Obviously, she asked him to stop a few streets away from their actual address. She could use the walk anyways, her legs growing stiff after hours of travelling. When there, she took a moment to size up their hideout – which really was more of a holiday destination than what one would define as a hideout, but it was inconspicuous and safe, so oh well – before pushing the handle and entering.

 

[Alonthra]

Aruba! Aoife stretched as soon as there was room enough not to accidentally punch someone in the face. She was a little self conscious. Young (very young) looking white girl it wouldn't be the first time someone tried to take advantage of her naïve Anne of Green Gables first impression. Last time she was here some 80 years ago she busted the balls of some perv that tried to trick her into a blow job. A unsupervised 16 year old in a place known for wealthy vacationers also made her a target for kidnappers (They tried oh they tried).

At least this time she wasn't going to be alone. She could barely wait to see Grandma Alex, Grandpa Antoni (she called him that just to piss him off), and cousin Noah. Sure they weren't her biological family but they were a constant and always somewhere if she needed them especially Noah. They were close to the same age and didn't live too far from one another. It would be nice though to not be the oldest person in the room. Compared to Grams and Granps she would be a kid again and feel a little freer to behave as such.

Passing through customs was easy she didn't have more than what could be put into a carry on. She decided to hang back a bit and see if she and Noah could walk to the safe house together. Having a bit of arm candy would make it a safer trip for herself and possibly even for Noah. Normally they took precautions not to be seen together for too long but a person can't be James Bond 24/7. It was Aruba! Time to take in some sun. Go diving, surfing, maybe play with a shark or two. It wasn't like she would turn into a tomato like most red heads. While waiting for Noah or anyone else she knew she stopped to get a cold drink and kept a sharp blue green eye out for friendly faces.

 

[LadyOfStars]

Sincere Noir

Aruba! The whitest sand, the bluest skies, and the prettiest men. Usually Sincere would travel any way but flight, but when trying to stay close to Alex he sometimes had very little choice in the matter. After centuries of fighting he still felt safest when around the woman that rescued him ad protected him in his darkest hours. So if she wanted to travel by air then so be it. As usual he sat away from her during their trip, avoiding the two of them being caught on any sort of footage together. Instead he sat beside a very handsome man who kept his mind off the fears of flight that waded in and out of thought over the past few hours. Once the machine landed and the passengers disembarked the flying contraption, Sincere parted ways with his immortal companion. He had a rendezvous with a very handsome passenger and he knew that Alex would go on without him. It was for the best anyway, the two of them shouldn't be seen leaving the airport together and traveling the same direction.

After a quick trip to the restroom and a bit of fun, Sincere too was on his way. He passed through the airport with ease, lying and charming the staff to avoid pesky questions and invasive procedures. A little flattery and flirting still managed to blind people to the truth of what was right before their eyes. He exited the airport in a casual manner with a smile draped across his face. He seemed as though a regular tourist and similar to eight decades ago, a swarm of taxi drivers all tried to get his attention. The one he chose though was an elderly man who seemed to be teetering between life and death. The latter of which Sincere was not too familiar with.

After a brief introduction the vehicle took off towards the safe house and the two chatted all the way as they swapped stories of their experiences in Aruba. As they neared their destination, the elderly man stopped the car of his own accord and the action brought a mischievous grin to Sincere's face. It seemed that old tales spun about this location still persisted in modern day Aruba. "This is as far as I go." The man declared with little room in his tone for argument. Stories of malicious spirits and murder still kept unwanted gusts away from their safe house, that was enough to make Sincere feel at peace. As he exited the car, the man kept his foot on the gas and the engine purred a few times as if the car was impatiently waiting to depart.

With a heavy sigh Sincere started towards the house while behind him the driver raced back towards civilization. "Alex!" His voice called out, resounding off of nearby trees in a somewhat whiny tone. "You know I have and abundance of luggage! Don't leave me behind!" At his feet sat four large luggage bags, each with a handle jutting out and waiting for a hand to take it. Where were the others as well, they should be helping him too.

Spoiler: Aruba Safe House

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[Dreaming Divinity]

Tessa Holmes

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Tessa glanced impatiently at her watch, shifting her weight in agitation as she waited in line to board her flight. She carried nothing more than a backpack stuffed with only the essentials, which basically meant a bikini (what else did one wear in Aruba?) and some gear. Habitually she scanned her surroundings for an escape route, the years of training and combat so ingrained that she could not help staying alert, even in such a heavily secured facility as an airport. Her gaze settled on a group of boys wearing brightly colored Hawaiin shirts and bucket hats. They were talking loudly and swaying slightly, clearly having enjoyed the airport bar a little too much. Frat boys, she groaned internally. Whose idea had it been to rendezvous in Aruba during what she imagined must be spring break?

She had always enjoyed travelling, but in that moment she longed for nothing more than to return home, to Wales. It had been ages since she had run through those rolling hills, the grass between her toes and sun on her face. Snap out of it! she scolded herself. Reminiscing wouldn't get her anywhere productive and it did no good to dwell on the things she wanted and couldn't have. She had a higher purpose, and that required her to make certain sacrifices...hence why she was in America. She had to admit that New York reminded her of London in some ways, though she had grown so accustomed to the rain and fog of her home city that it felt downright strange to be in a place so full of sun and blue skies. She supposed Aruba would contrast even more.

A whistle broke Tessa out of her reverie and she realized she had been glaring at the colorful group of idiots ahead of her. One had turned and whistled at her, showing a lack of respect that set her blood to a boil. She glared at the boy, her eyebrows furrowed and flipped him off. The laughs her response generated made her want to slice them all to ribbons with her kindjals. Instead, she gritted her teeth and pulled her ball cap down further, staring at the laces of her boots and counting to ten. Finally she had reached the door of the plane. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, mentally preparing for the long flight.

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After the plane landed, Tessa made her way through customs in a bit of a daze. The whiskey she had downed on the flight was clearly catching up to her, but she didn't mind the warm fuzzy feeling. It was comforting in comparison to the jumpy agitation she was used to and had been entirely worth it to ease the tension coursing through her veins during the long flight. The others probably wouldn't even notice her intoxicated state, considering she had shown them nothing other than snappishness and indifference previously. She wasn't even really sure why she decided to go ahead and join them in Aruba, considering she preferred to work alone anyways. Perhaps you're ready to open your heart again, she thought curiously. But no, that couldn't be it. Caring wasn't in her repertoire, not after losing her entire family. To love was to set oneself up for loss and she never wanted to feel that helplessness and pain ever again.

As her taxi came to an abrupt stop, she looked up in surprise. Her musings had kept her distracted for the entire drive from the airport to the drop off near the safe house. "Are you sure this is the place?" the taxi driver questioned, looking worriedly through the windshield at the road ahead. Without a word, Tessa shoved some money into his hand and got out of the car, closing the door with a definitive shove. Without looking back, she started walking.

Once she heard the taxi peel off into the distance, she shrugged off her red leather jacket, revealing a low-cut camisole. Paired with her ripped blue jeans and stiletto booties, she knew she looked out of place in the heat and sandy beaches of Aruba, but she didn't care. She spotted someone in the distance and squinted to make out who it was. "Sincere?" she called out, recognizing the man with the excessive amount of luggage.

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Alexandra

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The door creaked as she pushed it open. Well, it has been a long time since they were opened - around 80 or 85 years, if her calculations were correct - so she'd be suprised if they opened quietly. She waited for a beat before entering - a habit engrained into her since the day she once stepped too early into her apartment and was met with a grenade (it hurt, to say the least). Alexandra set down her suitcase and her bag near the door, far enough to not obstruct any movement towards the exit but close enough to snatch if things went sideways. After a moment of deliberation, the case with her sword ended up besides the rest of her luggage. She didn't expect trouble, but if it came... well, her hands were deadly enough as well. She felt slightly odd without her weapon strapped to her or at least in her eyesight, but she pushed down the itch to take the kopis into her hand.

"Is anybody home?" She asked, raising her voice. Hearing no response, she ventured deeper inside to confirm her solitude. Finding nothing but tons of dust and empty chambers, she allowed herself a moment of nostalgia before returning to the doors. Alexandra traced the old furniture (old enough to be considered vintage - she wondered if one could same the same about her?), the book spines set neatly on the shelves and the painting frames, their magnitude and decor as covered in dust as everything around her, letting her eyes wander around, focusing on nothing in particular except the feeling that these objects - the place - awoke in her heart. Though, she knew well enough, it wasn't the place itself that clenched her heart, but the memories of the people she shared it with at a time that was long gone. Alexandra sighed, a mixture of nostalgia, fondness and sadness seemingly intermixed in that simple escape of her breath. Exiting, she once again took a deep breath, relishing in the fresh, dust-free air. She never liked to spend too much time inside, anyways, preferring nature over four enclosed walls. Especially if the said nature consisted of a blazing sun and a lush forest. Yes, she was one of those people that preferred hot weather over the slightest breeze. She was glad she chose a white blouse and a pair of shorts that day.

It was then that she heard an engine drive away, Sincere's voice resonating off of the trees straight to her ears. She smiled involuntarily, happy to see her companion, and approached him. The sense of lazy confidence to her step made her seem almost bored, but the twinkle in her eye proved otherwise. "Have I ever told you that you carry way too much?" she asked teasingly, but good-heartedly. Nevetheless, two baggages ended up in her hands. Heavy, but she caried heavier.

Alexandra was about to ask if he's seen anyone else on his way - as she did not exactly expect to arrive here first - but the question died on her tongue when she spotted Tessa. She was never... a fan of her attitude towards the team - and she has made her opinion known on that matter countless times - but nevertheless she smiled lightly upon seeing her. Alex tended to feel odly protective of her fellow immortals, so seeing each one of them alive and safe eased a small knot in her heart. "Hello, Tessa" she greeted.

 

[Alonthra]

Having finished her drink, and seeing noone was watching her, Aofie made her way out of the air port and continued to walk into town. She knew of a little place where she could essentially buy a motorcycle and then resell it to them when it was time to head home. It would be at a loss but it was the same as renting minus pesky paperwork. Her current identity was listed as 19 which here was enough for locals not to ask questions as long as she had the money.

Motorbikes were liberating and made for easier travel on the island. She didn't have to worry about cab drivers and could easily see if she was being tailed. It also made for quick getaways as they could go down narrow alleys and even off road if need be. Since she didn't have much with her it just made sense to travel this way.
Back in the states it was Aoife's preferred mode of transportation. The only time she drove a car was farm work and groceries. Even then it was a truck not a sedan.

With few grand in cash she got a helmet, a used bike and bungee cord to strap down her carry on luggage. It was all hers or Susan Ripley's as her ID stated. Once out of the city. E took one last precaution. opening up her case she produced what looked like a hand held radio. inside was a bug detector. She made a through sweep of the bike and her bag for any GPS trackers than might have been slipped in. Satified that she was not being tracked Aoife continued to the safe house.

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It was a apparent that she wasn't the first to arrive. Fresh footsteps were in the dirt path. While still a ways from the house Aoife turned off the bike and walked it the rest of the way. Just incase these traks didn't belong to friends she didn't want them to know someone was coming.
It wasn't long before the house was in veiw and she saw three familiar figures greeting each other on the steps. Alex, Sincere, and Tess. She forgot howmuch older they looked compared to her. Since first dying at sixteen she hadn't aged and she was short as people where in her century. Never could she pass for a twenty something unlike them. They all looked like they belonged in a Disney music video. Aoife could only pass for Anne of green gables, or Pippy Longstockings. It made getting the occasional hard liquor that much more frustrating.

Aoife parked the bike next to the house while the others made their greetings. Then came up the steps to them. Tackling Tessa, Aoife got her arms around her waist, keeping to the role as the annoying sister. The red head's height barely made it to Tessa's bra line. Impishly she looked up at Alex and Sincere. "Hello Grandma Alex. Hello Grandpa Sincere." She like to tease them for having been born BC where herself and otheres were born AD. "Is this everyone?"

 

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Tessa Holmes

Tessa stiffened at the sight of Alex and recovered after a momentary pause, forcing a smile. "Alex," she greeted the other woman with a slight incline of her head, a sign of respect. It was hard not to be intimidated Alex, who Tessa knew was much older (and likely much wiser), nor did it help that Alex didn't seem to appreciate her attitude towards the team. Tessa usually avoided working with others, especially those who shared her unique abilities. It drew too much attention for her tastes. No, she thought, much easier working alone. Nobody to ask unwanted questions, nobody to answer to, nobody else's safety to worry about. Tessa often put herself in danger, and if not for her accelerated healing, she would have more scars than could possibly be counted. She certainly had enough painful memories to make up for the lack of physical evidence. She didn't want to share that life with others. No, much better to keep them at arms length than to constantly worry about dragging others into the line of fire with her.

Despite their differences of opinion, Tessa couldn't help but admire the blonde. Part of her even thought they might be friends if Tessa stopped working so hard to distance herself from everyone whose path she crossed. She also had little doubt Alex would gladly put her in her place if provoked to do so. She had always been curious to know more about Alex's long life. What things she must have seen and experienced all that time! Tessa didn't dare ask though. They weren't close enough for questions like that, nor did she want to answer any questions about herself that would surely come up in conversation.

Lost in thought, Tessa didn't notice Aoife until it was too late. She let out a surprised squeak as the smaller girl tackled her, stumbling a few steps sideways before recomposing herself. She awkwardly wrapped her arm around Aoife's shoulders, clearly uncomfortable in the embrace. "Nice entrance," she grumbled under her breath, biting the inside of her lip in barely concealed annoyance. Sighing, she patted Aoife's head and put on the brightest smile she could manage. "Little sister!" she exclaimed a little too cheerfully, looking down at Aoife. "Noah's the only one who has yet to arrive," she answered.

She gently pried Aoife's arms from around her waist and stepped past the others to open the door to the safehouse. "I need a drink," she announced, strutting her way into the kitchen, her heels clicking loudly. She dropped her backpack and leather jacket on the table and began rummaging through the cabinets in search of a bottle.

 

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Sincere Noir​

One after another like ants in a line the group seemed to gather on Sincere's location and although those days were long gone, being surrounded by love and familiarity reminded him of the days before Christianity. Nostalgia bubbled up in the immortal's chest and h sighed softly with a gleeful smile plastered upon his face. "We'd be here all day if we tried to count." He replied to Alex's teasing with a light chuckle before he noticed the others approaching. "Tessa! Aofie!" Much of the worry he had bottled up was set free now that the two girls were within arms reach and could be protected from the world. He watched them fall over another with a fond expression on his face. This sort of serenity and happiness was rare these days so he liked to bask in these special moments while he could.

"Aofie, you're lucky you're immortal." Sinecere jokingly threatened when he heard the title she addressed him by. Whats worse was he had all eternity to look forward to hearing her call him an elderly man.

"I can't thank you enough Alex." Sincere said as he threw his hands opened and gestured to the bags that she'd taken for him. "Those things were killing my back and I just knew when you left me at the airport that I'd have a hard time with them." His face suddenly lit up with a big, toothy grin that bridged his ears together. Like a spoiled child that was attempting to sweet talk a stubborn adult. "It's much too early to start drinking Tessa, so nothing serious ok!" Sighing softly he looked at Alex. "Come on, I'll cook us up something worthy of our return to Aruba."

 

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Alexandra
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Alexandra gave Tessa a slight nod as well - a sign of respect returned. Because she did, after all, respect each and every one of them - being an immortal was not easy and anyone who still found enough strength to go on was deserving of respect in the warrior's eyes. Too preoccupied with the hefty luggages in her hands, she did not notice the younger immortal approach the group until they tumbled to the ground.

Alexandra rolled her eyes at the term, but could not hide the smile tugging at the corner of her lips (there weren't many things that calmed her soul as much as seeing her fellow immortals alive and safe). She couldn't deny that she was old - the oldest among the group, a few hundred years older than even SIncere - but the term 'grandma' was a bit excessive, in her opinion. Besides, she was never an actual grandma, as her sons died before they married. "If I was a grandma, I wouldn't be able to carry these baggages" Alexandra replied, a hint of teasing in her voice.

She nodded in response to the man's thanks and headed towards the safehouse. "Oh yes please. The plane's food has nothing on your meals" it wasn't as much as a complaint against the plane's food - rarely did the Spartan ever complain - but rather a praise of Sincere's skills. After stepping through the door, she placed down the baggages and glanced back at her companions. "Has anyone heard from Noah?"

Alexandra leaned back against a table and took a moment to just look at her companions. It's been a long, long time since she's seen them. Not suprisingly, she didn't find any differences in how they looked - immortality had it's perks and retaining a young appearance despite the long years of life was certainly one of them, if Alex allowed herself to be vain for a moment. But she had to admit, that was slightly comforting. A constant agaisnt the ever-changing world they live in.

"How have you been?" she asked everyone and no-one in particular. She wasn't exactly a nosy person but she was certainly curious.

 

[Alonthra]

Aoife let go of Tess and got her bag off the bike before coming in behind everyone. She heard Sincereoffer to cook for everyone. "I could eat." She looked at all the luggage and held her tongue on the comment brewing in her mind. Alex inquired about the group. " the farm is doing well. It's in the processof changing hands again so this vacation came at the perfect time. We took in a pregnant mare last month usual neglect case. It took alot of work and long nights but we managed to save the foal. I might try to train it for racing he is so feisty." Setting he bage down and out of the way E went to work cleaning dust from the table and setting places.

"Noah and I were on the same flight coming in but I didn't see him at the baggage claim. I waited a bit to see if he wanted to share a ride with me but he must have ducked out when I wasn't looking. I figured he might be here by now." Now that she said this out loud it was a bit concerning. He might have gotten detained at customs. Hopefully it wasn't anything to serious. Aruba was a small island not too many places to run and hide.

 

[Dreaming Divinity]

Tessa Holmes

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Tessa rolled her eyes at Sincere's comment that it was too early to start drinking. "I started on the plane," she stated matter of factly. She seized up the bottle of tequila she had stashed in the safe house the last time they had gathered in Aruba and unscrewed the cap, taking a quick swig. Grimacing, she looked at the label and realized she had left behind the cheap stuff, really not even worth drinking. She set the bottle on the counter and looked at Sincere. "So what's for dinner, old man?" she asked with a wink, letting him know she was just teasing. "Need any help?" she added, wanting something to do. She hated small talk and sitting idle was enough to drive her crazy, even if she happened to be in a tropical paradise like Aruba.

"How do you suppose you'll train a horse with no farm?" she asked Aoife, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She knew enough about horses to know that training them was no small feat, and American racing regulations made it unlikely the foal would even be eligible unless it miraculously had papers. Not to mention, it was hard to stay anonymous at the track. Did Aoife really want to take that sort of risk? Tessa also couldn't help thinking about the integral role horses had played in her childhood. She remembered galloping over the hillsides in Wales with her brothers, the feel of the wind on her face, the exhilaration that came with it. She bit her lip, forcing the memories down. Now was definitely not the time for a trip down memory lane.

"I've been traveling, the usual," Tessa shrugged in response to Alex's question. She wasn't sure what they knew of how she spent her free time and she wasn't eager to share details any more than necessary. She had kept a low profile and that was all that really mattered.