Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[That_Irish_Person]

Andy knew she had to give up eventually, but she wasn't in the best of moods as it was and she knew that there was still a fair bit left in Chase because she knew that he would end up asking again right when there was a gun to her head. He pulled up a reasonable argument, though she couldn't really fight with it, not trying really was the worst option. She clenched her jaw, pure hate in her eyes, her fingers curling back up in a fist that began shaking violently. One of the perks of being a pure-blood werewolf is you have control over your transformations, but for her to an extent since she has horrible anger issues. The only people she had trusted in her life are dead, so to her saying you have to eventually trust someone is annoying and topping it off with trusting a back is just worse.

Without thinking she rammed her fist into the wall of her apartment, it pierced through the wall and cut the majority of her hand causing her to hiss at the slight sting. She didn't care if anyone could hear her on the phone or that she just destroyed a wall, she just needed a little way to let go of some of it. Andy pulled her arm out of the wall, some of the broken wall fell down to the floor. She sighed in defeat and rolled her head back, her eyes closed, she took a deep breath in knowing that she would regret what she was about to say. "If this doesn't work I am going to hunt your sorry ass down and rip you limb from limb and send you straight to purgatory, I can promise you that." Her voice was dead but there was a splash of defeat in it, she made her way into the bathroom and sat against the bathroom wall. "Listen..." Her voice soft this time, "I know I'm a pain in the ass sometimes but.... Thanks for at least having some decency in you to help." It meant a lot that someone was actually willing to help her, her head hit the wall behind her, the silence between them was one that she preferred, it was less intense. ​

Crono​

 

[Crono]

There was a curiously loud noise on the other end of the phone that left Chase confused until Andy started speaking once again, and briefly he wondered if she'd broken something out of frustration. Though he was relieved to hear that she was agreeing to try and exhaled the tension from his body even through her threats. "Well, you can try." He mused lazily. "Though it won't be hard to find me considering we'll be in the same place."

The man finally pushed off the wall, his body growing uncomfortable with the awkward positioning. Chase listened as the girl thanked him, and for the moment nearly all of his doubts about this arrangement disappeared. Chase smiled, "Just because I'm a Werewolf doesn't make me a monster, and just because I'm a Hunter doesn't mean Humans are the only one's I'm willing to help. Keep that in mind, and you're welcome." He proceeded to stick his head back out the open front door, glancing Emile's direction and giving the Alpha a thumbs up to let him know she'd agreed if the man hadn't been listening. It was a step in the right direction but Chase knew it wouldn't be the end of it. There was a long moment of silence before Chase finally spoke up, "You should probably pack your stuff. I'll uh, text you an address to get to if you have a way to get there and meet you there later."​

T That_Irish_Person
NanLia

 

[NanLia]

The Nest​

Franklin and his Nest devoted the precious little time they had into preparing for the pack’s arrival at Vitae. Their first shipment had been sent and received without any issues and that was due to luck and a great deal of money. Franklin hated shipping things by air due to their heightened security that often played into it, and less so when the things he was shipping was blood, guns and ammunition. The remainder of the shipments arrived daily after the first, by ground, adding to the colonies limited supplies. Food to be stored and kept for months, so they wouldn’t have to rely on local markets or growth, medical supplies, more ammunition and weaponry that could possibly be used by the colony and the nest in the single night. Every time Skye questioned him on the reason for so many items being sent he always replied with something to the effect of Who are you to turn down new weapons? and he was satisfied when she let it go.

Five days prior to the lunar even the Nest arrived in full. The vampires within two transport trucks shipped and packaged like luggage and their feeders, those that voluntarily fed the Nest in a grey hound. The first evening they had arrived had been utter chaos. The civilians of Vitae rebelling at the intrusion of vampires inside their walls, he allowed the colonies enforcement attempt to calm their people while he organized his own Nest into the accommodations the Colony had provided, but when it was clear the Council’s diplomatic attempts at settling the people were not going to work he took matters into his own hands.

He stood before the amassing crowds and glared, waiting for the ruckus to dim enough for him to speak, loudly over them. "You are more than welcome to your opinions." People started to quiet to hear what he had to say. "We are here for your benefit, not ours. You want us to leave? So be it. Throw open your gates and invite the pack in, I am sure they would be happy to comply." He waited and watched as the colonist weighed the options, choosing then to deal with him –no doubt seeing him as the lesser of the two evils, and slowly dispersing.

This has certainly not been the last time there was conflict between the colony and his Nest, the occasional hunter or vampire becoming too bold and starting trouble, it was shut down by either himself or William Hendrix, which ever was necessary. The human was a decent leader, able to speak to his people and keep their fears a laid, much to his disappointment. He had suspected something of the man when he first met with him and Skye and upon arriving in the colony and living with them over the past week his suspicions were confirmed; they were lovers.

It vexed him to no end knowing this now, he cursed himself for not dragging her out of the colony when he had come to see her previously – none of them would have been able to stop him, they hadn’t been prepared for that. Worse yet the two made an impeccable team. Councilmen and his Aide, hunting partners and clearly more, he had hoped that brining the Nest here, Leech and Clay would bring her back to their midst but he was uncertain this would now work.

Through the week he spend within the colony, helping the humans train and prepare and guiding his Nest to where they were best suited, he had become aware of a few oddities within. The wolf he had called out had long since gone, though he didn’t ask Skye or Hendrix where he had gone, other things were more concerning. The Djinn had been the first order of business, speaking with her and discovering her intents. Later in the week he discovered one Edgar, and supposedly human hunter, but he knew the truth, or at least enough of it to glean that he wasn’t human at all. Once more he had an in depth conversation with him, determining what to make of him. Lastly, and possibly the item that annoyed him the most, was the discovery of the Nephilim within the colony. Skye had failed to mention it through their conversations, and it was entirely accidental that he had noted the woman carrying the angelic child. She had been warded well, hidden almost perfectly, had it not been for rumors and then finally getting one of the young nurses gossiped to Leech when she went into check on their supplies. This woman lived with Skye, had been her hunting partner, for what he understood, and he had been left out of the loop.

Through all of this he kept Tara at his side –she was quite new to the entire experience, and as much as she needed more exposure to humans in a positive light, he didn’t want to leave her alone with the chance to be cornered and defend herself. Thus far she had done well for herself, coming out of her shell with the rest of the Nest and a little bit with the humans within the colony. He knew that one day she would be one of the best members of her Nest, among those he trusted.

Vitae​

The council as a whole worked diligently to prepare for the attack by the pack, working together as a team had never been a forte for them, typically choosing to bicker and fight amongst them in order to get what they desired most. However, with the impending threat, they put aside their differences and came together with a plan.

With Franklin’s supplies being delivered they diverted their own resources into preparing the colony for defense and its people. It would require everyone to have at least the basic knowledge of weapon use and how to defend against an attacker. While the hunter amongst those on the Council had no expectation that someone with no hunting experience, like Nurse Sandy, would be standing on the wall taking aim at the charging foe, they knew better than most that it often only took a lucky shot to take down a wolf as it attempted to take its prey.

Brendan worked tirelessly with William as they coordinated training the civilians within the colony and recruit those that they could to both of their teams. While Brendan was hesitant on including both Ginny and Eddie as part of his team that were sent on missions to help the local populace deal with their supernatural issues, he didn’t have much of a choice. He had lost four experienced hunters when Will and Mac joined the council, Elijah was gravely injured and Ashley-May announced her pregnancy. He made certain that he didn’t send them on anything that would be over difficult, not wanting to risk their lives or the lives of those they were assisting, but times were desperate. He had welcomed both Edgar and Solomon to his team; both experienced hunters were assets in training those that were newer to the scene, inside and outside of Vitae.

Brendan and Jon had worked with Alex Mason, the colonies general contractor, into renovating the local drive in motel into a suitable place for the hunters whom did not have families to live. He felt if they expected the hunters to fight for Vitae’s life and freedom, they deserved better homes in turn, they were simple one room apartments but each had its own shower and kitchenette to allow the hunters their privacy. It allowed them to then convert the Barracks into a suitable temporary home for the Nest and their Feeders.

Angela had spent the better part of her two weeks retraining her volunteer staff on how to handle the incoming wounds. With help from Brendan and Jon they managed to convert the REC center over to a makeshift emergency room, she wanted to divert any incoming non-emergent cases to the REC center, stiches and mild injuries to be taken care of the staff on hand there, whilst those at deaths door to be brought to the Clinic where the surgical trained staff would be hard at work saving lives. She was more than a little disappointed to hear that Ash didn’t want to return to work, and had gone to her home personally to speak to her. She understood what had happened between herself and Davenport –half the colony gossiped about it nowadays, but she didn’t want this to deter the woman from finding her career in a field she was a natural within. She had plans for Ashley-May; but she didn’t want to reveal them too early. Angela had been thankful to find Ashley-May agreeable to the terms. She would return to the Clinic on light duty, handling reception and stock, mostly –she was not expected to deal with any patients until she felt comfortable to do so again.

Jon and Martha were detailed when it came to working with the civilians of the colony, though Martha herself was not among those on the council, nor even an aide to her husband, she was well known within the colony and was often found helping sooth over any issues that may arise. She had been with the colony since its creation, among the first to move in and a former hunter to boot. The two worked in unison assisting hunters find new homes within the converted motel –Vitae’s first apartment building, and then again with the Nest to be settled in the former hunter barracks. During this time Marth and Jon made a point of reaching out to Mackenzie and William, inviting the younger couple over for dinner often and were happy that the two accepted so well. Jon appreciated being able to speak more with William about the colony in general, he –himself, had never been a hunter whilst his wife had been. They had met ‘on the job’ as it were, Jon contently relaying the story of how Martha had kept him alive after being attacked by ghouls, nearly bled to death. She’d killed off the set of them, patched his wounds and dropped him at the local ER, giving him some story other than ghouls to give to the authorities. He had obeyed, but he had seen the truth of things and couldn’t just go back to his normal life. Jon –the former police officer left the force and tracked down the elusive Martha. After ‘arresting’ her for fleeing the scene of a crime the pair started dating and came to Vitae as it came together to start a home and family together.

The Pack​

With the addition of the feral wolf, Andy, to the pack ranks Emile took great precautions in keeping them hidden and safe. It was a dangerous affair to take in one like her during this sort of time; it would have been far more ideal had they managed to wait it out and collected her after they had dealt with the colony and were returning home where they could give her better care and ensure all of their safety but with what had happened with Chase’s father inside the colony and that the girl had readily admitted that she had already been exposed to more than one hunter in recent days, it couldn’t wait any longer.

After she had been brought in to the colony it was clear she had never been exposed to other wolves in a positive light. She was vicious and ferocious, neither of which intimidated the Alpha in the least, he saw through the act, knew the wolf and girl beneath was frightened and alone in this world and needed a caring hand. He had asked and Morgan had happily given up her trailer for Andy to live within, one of the few accommodations that the pack had brought with them south, both believed the young girl would be more comfortable and at home having a place of privacy, but that didn’t stop Emile for assigning two of his wolves to keep a watchful eye on the girl to prevent her from running freely. She wasn’t a prisoner, by any means, but she was their responsibility now and there would be no more killing.

Morgan could see Andy having difficulty with the adjustment, she was distant and generally unpleasant most of the time, but Morgan was determined. She knew that Andy had lived among humans her whole life and coming to live in the pack would be a huge adjustment so the future Alpha enlisted the help of those within the pack that where turned –nearly a third of those with them in the south now, to work on making the temporary Den more ‘human’ friendly.

It started with basics, getting a small generator working to give the trailer electricity and the ability for the T.V. and DVD player working so she could have some entertainment when she wanted to be alone, and soon the improvements started around the camp with more and more of the pack joining in to help Andy and Chase feel more welcomed. The ‘kitchen’ area, which before was nothing more than a few benches and tables with the cooks’ primarily using campfires to feed the pack, Morgan, with the help of others, brought in netted tents, proper tables and chair and camping stoves. As well, she worked with a few of the other more ‘handier’ turned pack members and managed to get the hot water tank working in the showers, not to mention more than once she used her ‘direct line to a human’ –Addy to ask questions as to what she would prefer and her opinions, all the while attempting not to reveal too much as to where their location was.

Over all Emile was impressed with his nieces’ efforts to bring up the moral of the pack prior to their engagement with the colony, it was important for him and them that this went smoothly. He knew there was anxiety within the pack between the colony, feral wolf and Chase being among them. The truth behind the wolf had been revealed and some of the pack had been resentful –rightfully so, though none had acted out one it. Over time the pack warmed up to the former hunters, accepting his honesty for what it was, and some even acknowledging they would have done much the same thing had the situation been reversed.

Emile and Chase had grown closer to one another, privately. While the Alpha was certainly not ashamed of his continued interest or developing feelings for the new pack member, it was not something he wanted everyone involved in. The pack was more than aware of their relationship, but none beyond Morgan bothered to note anything to either of the men. Emile had promised Chase his ‘own place’ after Andy had come to the pack, but managed to find reasons not to give them man his own trailer or even tent; it was too cold, or there were not enough proper trailers to be purchased this far south. The truth of the matter was he liked having Chase nearby and feared with the younger man in his ‘own place’ it would far more difficult for the two to really get to know each other privately as they had been.

He didn’t think for a second Chase was wise to his ploys, more so after the younger wolf had demanded that they ‘take turns’ sleeping in the bed, Chase taking the couch when he ordered Emile to bed and Emile sleeping outside on the warmer nights with other the other pure bred wolves. They developed an odd routine between the two of them, Emile making Chase breakfast whenever he slept outside, up before him with the first light, and Chase returning the favor whenever the Alpha slept late in bed.

The pack had doubled up their watches over the colony. Watching the human prepare by almost literally battening down the hatches and setting up traps in the woods and fields surrounding the colony, expecting an assault on their walls. As the days grew closer so did the packs commitment to scouting and training; working together to hone their sense and prepare for the night they would confront the colony.

Safton Crono St. Boethius LucianGrey7971 Eliasdagood reapertwo T That_Irish_Person @Alator ​

 

[NanLia]

The sun rose over the colony, stirring awake its human inhabitants; getting to work on the days preparations. Equipment needed to be checked, stores needed to be checked and re-checked and many of the hunters wanting to get their ‘rituals’ together for the day.

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Mackenzie woke slowly, body sore and mind fuzzy from the night’s activity. She stretched with a groan, emerald eyes opening to peer at the overly warm body next to her. William still dozed beside her, her head resting against his chest, leg wrapped around his and her arm strewn across his chest.

“Too hot,” she murmured all too aware of the second overly warm body behind her: Ash was curled up against her back, spooning her; she could feel her partners’ arms around her waist, her soft breaths against the back of her neck.

“Too hot,” she repeated, trapped between the two furnaces: the man and the pregnant woman. She finally attempted to move, wriggling free from both their arms; she crawled across Will to the space on the other side of him, sighing as she felt the cool sheets envelop her.


Ashley-May woke as the smaller hunter squirm her way away from them; she shifted to replace Mac’s previous space, settling her head against Will’s chest she peered across him to her partner. “Hey, don’t go back to sleep. You promised to make me breakfast and pack food for tonight.” She was satisfied to watch Mac turn over and mimic her position on the opposite side of Will. She met her partners’ dark eyes and smirked when she heard her groggy command: “Coffee.”

She regarded the smaller woman a while longer, watched as she started to drift off to sleep again. Mackenzie was a rarity, Ash was certain, someone willing to giving as much as she did to her whims it amazed her. Over the past couple weeks William and Mackenzie had been there for her endlessly, anything and everything she could ever need they did for her; almost like being in an odd polygamist relationship with the two of them, William’s –or Mackenzie’s second wife, she wasn’t sure which was the husband as of yet. She sighed and leaned forward, brushing a quick kiss against Mac’s lips, soon followed by a just as quick kiss to Will's cheek as she turned and rolled out of bed, hunting for her clothing. She was hungry and Liam was ever the demanding sort, she quickly hunted down her clothing before heading out of the Master Bedroom to the kitchen.
Safton

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Sandy had been up before the sun rose at the Clinic prepping for the day. Each of the hunters within the colony and on the walls was being provided with emergency medical kits that she was in charge of prepping. The supplies of which had only arrived late the night before, leaving her to work through the night in getting this ready for them. She was nervous, that anxiety only growing as this day drew closer, she was not a hunter, it was not the life she had ever wanted to lead and now she was being forced into a position where she had no choice but to learn and act like a hunter. She had taken the civilian training that Councilmen Hendrix had offered; she was even provided a hand gun and ammunition in order to defend herself should the wolves make it into the colony and break the lines. She had been assigned to the REC center, being the lead nurse on duty for the non-emergent care.

Over the course of the past two weeks she had grown closer to Elijah as he still rested in the Clinic recovering. At first it had been out of kindness –the staff was far too aware of what had happened between him and Ash, but after a couple of days Angela had reassigned his care to her directly, Ruth having other issues to contend with like training the civilians in basic first aid. While she had to admit she found Elijah more than attractive, she knew his interest still lie in Ashley-May. Occasionally she would drop him information about the woman, how she was doing, updates about her pregnancy passed off as idle gossip –she, and most of the staff, believed it was his after all, why else would the two fight so passionately?

With the last of the kits made up, Sandy was ready to head home and get some rest, as much as she could as nervous as she was, when Davenport’s breakfast arrived. “I’ll bring it to him.” She told the Lunch Lady, taking the covered tray from the other woman. The Ladies had come to love the British man over the past two weeks, content to feed the ‘Colony Alpha’ when it had become clear that Mackenzie had desisted doing so herself.

Sandy came to Elijah’s door and knocked on the door, reaching for the handle and opening it slightly. “Good morning, Eli.” She said quietly, not wanting to make the man panic. He had healed well over the past two weeks, but he still had a serious risk of tearing sutures if he moved too much. “I have your breakfast today, and good news. No physio today, I don’t want to over work you before you get in the car.”
Safton

The Council
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The Council had spared the morning meeting, they had all met the day before and there really wasn’t anything else to discuss this morning. Each had their assigned tasks to get ready for the day. Brendan had control of his own forces; the hunters that typically went out on his missions were reassigned to helping protect the colony for the evening’s events. He had been meticulous in his decisions as to where to set each of his hunters, wanted to ensure their safety and match it with their capabilities. He had two that concerned him: Eddy and Ginny. Both were dedicated hunters, but both were very new to the world for hunting and for this reason he had to consider carefully where to have them help.

He had decided the night prior that he would assign both to the Clinic to keep watch; Franklin would have his own detachment there as well, so the two would not left alone, as it were, but they would still be of a great help to the nurse’s within. Bruce and Aiden were both assigned to the REC center security whilst the remainder of his team, Edgar and Solomon were both given over to Hendrix to assign to the walls and other security. His own son had been assigned to Councilmen’s houses; where the civilians of the colony would be remaining for the evening, the only place where they could safely and comfortably hold the non-fighting population including their children. It only seemed fitting Christopher kept watch over his own family –the father wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Jon and Martha quietly ate breakfast together, both anxious about the evening coming forward. They had spent the last few days preparing their home for the colonist’s to join them, the house was massive on its own, and it had long since been empty. They had devoted their time to cleaning out the spare rooms so people could find refuge within, as well as building the defenses for the house.

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Franklin and his Nest rest within the makeshift den the colony had provided to them. They had hours yet before any would rise and start preparing. They had sent their Feeders home the evening before for their own safety; it was one thing to volunteer to help feed them during this endeavor and an entirely different one to expect them to risk themselves for the colony. Many of them having never been in a fight in their lives.

Many of the Nests found solace in resting together in large groups on pilled cushions whilst other, like Leech and Clay shared a single together, speaking softly. Many of those in his nest did not require sleep, and if they did it was minimal at best. For the time being he lay with part of his Nest, something he rarely did, his Nest mates resting around him.
Eliasdagood

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Emile had woken early, long before the light had come to do a final scout of the perimeter of the colony’s exterior, he had insisted Chase sleep in the bed, much to the younger man’s argument that it was not ‘his turn’, but with much persistence Chase had given in with a sarcastic comment that Emile had failed to understand. With the sun rising he had returned to the cabin, shifted and dress before sneaking inside. Chase was still in bed, but it was difficult to tell if he was sleeping. More than once Chase had been wide awake when Emile had come in and the Alpha hadn’t known. Rather than risk waking the younger man he stepped quietly to the kitchen to start breakfast. He knew Morgan and possibly Andy, would be joining them for the morning meal once they woke.

At the counter Emile paused regarding the worn looking French to English dictionary Chase had given him, a small smirk crossing his lips. He had managed to surprise Chase the odd time with his new knowledge of the English language, spending the past two weeks learning and honestly trying to grasp the language better –not just for Chase, though this was his primary want for being better at speaking, but so he could communicate better with those in the colony.

With a huff he returned to his work, emptying the fridge of its contents deciding then they were going to feast for the day and enjoy themselves.
Crono T That_Irish_Person

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Morgan, over the past two weeks, had been in contact with Addy, though had been very careful not to reveal this to anyone including Chase and Emile. She trusted the witch, and immensely enjoyed their time spent together. It started casually, Morgan sending Addy the occasional text asking a human inquiry, or simply how she was doing until finally Addy had asked if she wanted to meet. Morgan had jumped at the chance, being trapped inside the pack at all times had become rather boring, and the colony wasn’t doing anything but buckling down, there was nothing to do any more.

Their first meeting had been awkward at best, Addy had set a location somewhere that could be considered half way between where the pack was and the colony, and Morgan snuck away to meet her. When the car had arrived Morgan had shifted to her human form in the bushes and stepped out to greet the woman as she exited the car. It was then that Morgan learned how odd humans were about nudity. The pack cared nothing about seeing another member naked –it happened on a daily basis since no one was capable of shifting with clothing on and keeping it intact, but she had clearly caused some kind of distress with the witch when she had pulled a blanket from the back of her car and wrapped her in it, adding a promise the next time Morgan would bring some clothing for her.

After the initial confusion and embarrassment was over Morgan met Addy more and more often, becoming bolder. She finally allowed the other woman to take her bowling –the event both interesting and boring all at once and the promise of more to come, after the pack and vitae settled their differences.

As morning broke and Morgan stirred awake, curled up in Brody and Malcolm’s tent between the two she reached out and opened her phone, sending quick text to Addy, likely the only one she would be able to send the other woman before the night. –Good Morning and be careful today! ~M-

“Who are you texting this early in the morning?” Brody grumbled from behind her, attempting to reach for the phone but she was too fast, stuffing the device into her hoodie pocket and scrambling for the zippered door. “None of your business, you better get up and on patrol before Emile figures out you’re still in bed.” She heard Malcolm chuckling as she stepped out into the morning light.
Safton
St. Boethius
Alator
LucianGrey7971
reapertwo

 

[Eliasdagood]

Ginny and Tara have ended up spending a lot of time together, as both women are rather curious about the other. Their activities have mainly involved sparring (in private of course) so that Ginny can learn to fight better, and Tara can learn to work with combat without going for the kill, as is still instinctual for her.

Currently, however, Tara is resting with her nest as usual, and Ginny stares at the ceiling, mildly bored. She groans, sitting up slowly, and looks around her little apartment. She quite likes the privacy, not having to waste energy on a human disguise, as long as the curtains are drawn and the door is locked.

 

[reapertwo]

Eddie took one earphone out and began whirling it around, giving his hands something to do. This was about the time the rest of the colony would begin waking up to start their day, and he didn't want to miss out hearing something that needed his attention. The woman's voice played in his ears. This was the fifth hour of his Japanese lessons, and every time he heard a phrase, he did it's best to repeat it back. He did so quietly, as to not disturb anyone else in the clinic he had been assigned to. Part of his mind second guessed his decision to learn random languages at a time as crucial as this, but he shrugged it off. Most of what he learned came from his missions anyways, and this was his down time.

 

[Safton]

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William stirred awake, sensing the shifting of weight on the bed. His eyes snapped open, his body burning under stifling sheets and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. He turned to see Mac settle on the opposite side of him, reaching out to wrap his arm protectively around her without a second thought. As Ashley-May took up her spot, Will did the same for her, allowing her to rest her head on his chest as he watched the exchange between the two partners with a silent smirk. As Ashley-May relented to Mac's desire to be caffeinated, William released his hold on her, smiling at the friendly kiss he received. He watched her idly as she sought out her clothing from the mismatched pile made by the three of them at the foot of the bed before leaving the Master behind.

The relationship between the three of them had grown -- in more ways than one -- over the past two weeks. Ash relied on Mac and her partner was all too willing to oblige, much as Will expected. He had been intensely busy with his own tasks: training Colonists in weapons handling, combat techniques, and first aid or organizing the Colony's physical defenses. It had almost felt like Afghanistan all over again and the physical and mental strain at the end of every day showed. But whenever Colony preparations weren't dragging him away, he summoned what energy he could to provide for Ash and her child with Mac's help. It was a different sort of dynamic for him... and what had culminated between the three of them the night before was definitely new territory, though far from unwelcome. He still dreaded the inevitable moment when Elijah discovered what had happened, a pang of guilt spiking through his heart at the thought that he had betrayed his hunting partner and best friend, regardless of the Brit's insistence that he and Ash both needed to "move on".

For the time being, Will made no attempt to move, simply raising his hand up to lazily stroke his fingers through Mac's red hair. The act of climbing out of bed seemed strangely foreboding on this day more than most. He knew tonight was the night that would decide everything, one way or another. Leaving this bubble of peace, happiness, and intimacy he found himself in had a sense of finality to it he wasn't sure he was comfortable with. Turning his head aside, he placed a brief kiss on Mac's forehead. "You know," he murmured. "No matter what happens tonight... I love you. Never forget that."

NanLia
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Elijah was lightly dozing, having gotten little sleep over the course of the night before. Pent-up anxiety had kept him awake -- he would have tossed and turned if not for the risk of even such a simple movement tearing his sutures... again. In truth, he had healed well over the past two weeks. The physical therapy had been rigorous (less so with Sandy than Nurse Ruth), but he stuck with it. If nothing else, it proved an able distraction everything else. Between his falling out with Ashley-May and the knowledge that he'd be fleeing Vitae -- useless to his "family" -- on the night of the attack, he would be a mental wreck without an outlet of some kind.

Hearing a knock at his door, his eyes rolled open lazily to see Sandy entering with a covered tray. He gave her a meager albeit genuine smile. The woman had been kind to him. Elijah hadn't spoken to Ashley-May since their "fight" and indeed had hardly seen her at all since the funeral. She didn't visit him once for a medical or social call, her duties being taken over by the nurses. It pained him more than he cared to admit, but he wasn't surprised.

Sandy had been the one to become his primary caretaker in Ash's stead. It quickly became clear to Eli that the woman was throwing him a proverbial bone during each of her visits. The gossip circle had been efficient in spreading news of he and Ash's would-be "romance", along with its disastrous end. Her pregnancy was common knowledge now and he knew that all but a select few believed the child to be his. The man maintained an air of blissful ignorance about the rumor mill, except when Sandy came by to give him the latest information about Ashley-May: how the baby was doing, her work at the Clinic, who she was seeing. Gossip that she had been spending time with a "cute" male hunter had him seething with jealousy before he could stop himself, but he had remained silent. It was no longer his concern, for better or worse.

Still, part of him was gladdened to hear that Ash might be moving on. For his own part, he couldn't bring himself to flirt with Nurse Sandy even in his usual, no-strings-attached casual manner. He found the woman objectively attractive and several weeks ago he would have done everything in his power to win her over... but there was only one woman in his thoughts these days. So instead he did his best to forge something resembling a friendship with Sandy, thanking her for her help in taking care of him and for the news. In return, he would occasionally tell her stories of his travel in Europe or hunts he and Will had been on.

"Good morning," he said. At the news that he would be spared physical therapy on this morning, he raised his eyebrows. "Will wonders never cease..." Taking his breakfast with a nod of thanks, he looked up at her and frowned. "Where will you be when... tonight, I mean?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

NanLia
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Adelaide had been stepping out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel when her phone chirped on the sink counter. She quickly snatched it up to see Morgan's text, smiling immediately before tapping out a reply: -- Good morning! The same goes for you, jolie loup. --

Addy set the phone down, smile still plastered on her face as she dried her hair and dressed, despite the building concerns about tonight. She had enjoyed her budding friendship with the young werewolf, wondering where it had the potential to lead... she knew the answer to that question would only come tonight. Morgan had a sort of genuine, curious naivete that was refreshing to be around. She wasn't "innocent"... but she offered an interesting perspective on things the witch had always taken for granted. Adelaide had been more than willing to answer her queries about human life and society as well as the art of white witchcraft along with her abilities as a Psychic, occasionally giving an impromptu demonstration during their meetings in the woods.

Their first rendezvous had been quite the shock for Addy, her cheeks heating profusely as the young woman had stepped out of the bushes without a shred of clothing. After that initial misunderstanding was cleared up with no small amount of bemusement on her part, Adelaide had also taken to asking Morgan more than a few questions of her own about the Pack. She never dared to put the young woman in a position where she might be betraying vital strategic information about her family, instead sticking to the non-threatening basics: how they lived, what their familial structure was like, the place of humans in their world, or how Chase was settling in. She had been enthralled with what she learned and the more she found out, the more she came to doubt the Council -- and even William's -- perspective on the Pack. If Morgan was in any way representative of them, she couldn't imagine them being the bloodthirsty monsters they'd been made out to be.

Adelaide had managed to keep her outings a secret from Mackenzie, Ashley-May, and William for the time being. He knew one or all of them were likely suspicious, but with all of the preparations taking place none had the time or inclination to investigate further. She didn't like hiding it from them like this, but she knew it was for the best. The majority of the witch's time was otherwise occupied by "legitimate" business regardless: reinforcing Vitae's wards, regularly checking the perimeter for signs of hostile witchcraft, and training up on her self-defense skills. The boys had taught her a thing or two in their time working together, but she didn't delude herself into thinking that she was a full-fledged hunter, able to handle a gun or knife like it was second nature. Her talents laid elsewhere.

Adelaide stepped out of the bathroom, returning her toiletries to the bedroom before making her way into the kitchen, intent on getting a cup of coffee. As she entered, she heard the sound of the Master door opening. She looked up at the threshold, surprised to see a bedraggled Ashley-May standing there. "Good morning," she said after a moment's confusion, shaking it off for the time being.

NanLia ​

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos had made no contact with anyone within the Colony during the days leading up to tonight. Whether it was because of him funneling the surplus of his power to a stirring Sin or because there was nothing to tell would have to be a guessing game for the Colony.

Solomon certainly had a rough past few days. After the incident with the Nephilim's mother he had admittedly become a bit paranoid. Not only about his position, or possible lack there of, with the Colony, but also with the impending arrival of not only the Pack, but the heavenly host as well. Solomon had spent the vast majority of his time quite literally knee deep in any and all books he could find on werewolves as well as angels. Though he was unfortunately forced to take breaks so that his physical condition wouldn't deteriorate at the moment he was feeling fine. About as good as he did before his run in with Pan.

While his body was back to normal his paranoia had only grown in the past few days. He had pulled several all nighters researching and working on new spells to use against the werewolves. About halfway through his research he decided to focus on the more imminent threat of werewolves than the angelic one. So far though progress has been very slow. It was all just theoretical and thanks to his last encounter with the theoretical Solomon was working in extra precautions just in case. As Solomon threw his hands up in defeat on his latest attempt on a magic circle that would use the Wolf Blood within a werewolf against them he had a glance at the clock and realized it was already morning. With a sigh Solomon sniffed himself to make sure he didn't smell too awful before leaving the fort of books that had encircled his bed, picking up his knife before leaving, and left the barracks for the mess hall. Hopefully some food would provide the energy he needed to crack the spell.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Ginny gets up, and gets dressed, making sure her human disguise is intact and her gloves are on, before leaving her apartment, and heading out. She waves, seeing Solomon, and offers a small smile. She knows how scared he is, how scared everyone is. But he's been kind to her, so she'll do what she can for him.

 

[Crono]

Chase listened as Emile entered the cabin quietly, clearly unsure of his current conscious state. Admittedly he'd been awake for nearly an hour, roused from his slumber for some reason or another. But once his mind thought about what was supposed to happen today there was no going back to sleep. Chase was nervous, no doubt about it. However the coming events weren't the only thing on his mind as he'd lain there, both Joe and Thomas crossed it as if to try and take him further down the rabbit hole.

Two weeks ago after Chase had brought Andy back to the pack he'd decided it was time to finish things with Thomas. He'd thought about it throughout the day of his fathers funeral and had come up with the only solution he could think of. So Chase had dragged Thomas to an open area and freed the hunter of his bindings, and while surrounded by the Alpha, Beta, and Brody he'd handed Thomas his silver knife with plans for the two to fight. Kill me and you walk freely out of this camp without a single wolf stopping you. Of course Thomas hadn't believed him, and Emile had given him a rather disapproving glare but hadn't voiced against it.

The two fought until they were ragged, Thomas' face was bloody and Chase had broken the mans left arm. But Chase had received a few slashes from the knife, all sizzling from the silver, and had even managed a rather deep stab into the Werewolf's side. In the end Chase was hovering over the spent hunter who was lying on his back yelling for him to finish it. He'd pulled a hand back, thinking heavily on revenge and the thought of his father lying in a pool of blood. Chase's fangs and claws extended, and it looked as if he was going to slash Thomas's throat. Instead when Chase brought his hand down he punched the ground next to Thomas's head, the nails digging into his own hand. I won't let you turn me into the monster you think I am.

Afterwards it was agreed upon that Thomas would be spared, he'd get medical treatment and remain locked away in the camp until Vitae was dealt with. Chase slept for nearly twenty-four hours after that, both exhausted and needing to heal he'd needed the rest. Once he'd woke up the man had told the Pack the truth about why he'd come and he'd noticed a change in the looks he'd gotten in the coming days. Eventually they nearly all disappeared but he didn't blame them, in the end nobody had spoken up to his being exiled so he couldn't complain.

His focus was brought back to the present as he heard the rummaging through the fridge. "Those eggs better be scrambled right this time!" He called down from the loft across the cabin, still not budging from where he lay on his back. A smile crossing his face, as he had no problem with how Emile scrambled the eggs. Arguably they were just right, but his intent was to tease the man about it as he did on occasion. The two had grown a little closer in the two weeks as they learned more about one another. Not that there was much choice considering the Alpha wouldn't let him move out, despite feigning any and all excuses as to why. Though Chase wasn't exactly trying to move out anyways, the two clearly enjoyed each others company so he decided to let it slide and not argue for now.​

NanLia

Maxwell stood inside the Mess Hall, watching as it's transformation into a first aid center was being finalized. The man was going to be set up here guarding the place tonight, he knew he wouldn't be alone in it's protection. A few other of Vitae's security and hunters would be here as well. Three of his four sisters would be here, ready to assist as well. Two of them, Alexis and Victoria, would be ready to help triage and assist in treatment while the third, Rose, would be armed for protection like him. Brianna, the fourth sister was away from Vitae on a sort of vacation with her husband. The family had warned them to stay longer, rather than return and risk themselves.

The last two weeks Max had both worked with a female hunter, Mackenzie, to help build traps. As well as being trained alongside the colonists by another who happened to be a council member, William. Neither events had been what he'd call pleasant, and despite his protests that he knew how to defend himself and shoot a gun he'd been shown up at the training. It was all for the good of Vitae so he dealt with it and did as he was told.

Despite his dislike of the hunters moving into Vitae, a part of him admitted he was glad to have the help come nightfall. Maxwell was decently afraid of the thought of a mass Werewolf attack, mostly because of the thought that his friends and family would be torn to shreds. Almost any protection was welcome. However he'd been one of those who'd voiced their blatant dislike of allowing the Vampires into Vitae when they arrived days ago. Hunters was one thing but Vampires? What was the council thinking? The worst part was his parents were on that council and hadn't told him a thing about it. Fighting monsters with monsters didn't feel right.​

 

[That_Irish_Person]

Andy was still unsure about the whole thing, she grew up without a pack and being around other wolves wasn't too comforting. Regardless, Chase said that they had an idea on how to help her and help was what she was determined to get. It wasn't as she had expected it, she thought she would be tied up in chains and stuffed in some room with a giant door, kept like a prisoner, she was rather grateful that her little imagination was wrong. Although in some ways Andy made herself a prisoner, she shut herself off from most of the people there and kept her distance with no intention of trusting anyone there. She respected most of the people around her, some people getting on her nerves because of bad habits of theirs, it was more than what she could be able to provide for herself. Morgan was the only wolf she trusted but only to a certain extent, she gave up her trailer to help Andy and she was grateful for that even though she doesn't really show it. It had been a few weeks since Andy had a human heart and she hated every second of it. Her temper getting worse, the craving for the hearts still there tugging at her constantly like the craving had a mind of it's own trying to get into her head. At times it was excruciatingly painful which usually left her isolating herself like per usual, her ability to control her transformations grew a little weaker because of the mental state she was putting herself through sometimes waking up from a sleep with elongated claws or teeth. Despite going through things she was grateful, even though she never said the words 'thank you', those like Emile, Chase, and Morgan knew she was considering she was still there and hadn't left.

Andy laid there, it had been a few days since she had a wave of cravings for human hearts though the more days she her cravings subsided the more painful it was when they came back. She stared at the dust particles that floated in the sun beam that somehow filtered through one of the windows, she turned it into a little game by blowing into the particles and watching them scatter everywhere. Sure there were things like the TV and that but Andy took no interest in it, instead she found other ways to keep herself entertained which some would think she had gone mentally insane. Andy often made plays and shows even memories from the shadows of her fingers, she would blow into the dust that the trailer collected or she would spend hours staring at nothing while feeling a wall or anything for that matter but she found that it helped her in someways. Her phone buzzed next to her head snapping her out of her daze which she was kind of annoyed about, she picked up the phone anyway and looked at it, it was her friend, her best friend, the one that she had lied to for 8 years and eventually found out about. Her phone unlocked itself when Andy entered her password revealing a whole bunch of messages that she had left on read, she didn't feel bad about it, she did what she had to and her friend just couldn't understand. The girl scrolled through the messages and entered some of the older conversations that they had between them, Andy stopped on a photo of her and her best friend. She stared at it for a while, it was like the photo was getting into her head, the sound of her best friends heart, the phone seemed like it was thumping in her hand, her hallucinations proving to Andy that she was going mad which she refused to believe. The little hallucination ended when Andy threw her phone into one of the walls, annoyance and frustration written all over her face.

Andy's nose was filled with the smell of food her stomach growling, she hadn't been eating for the past few days which probably helped to explain her constant frustration and vomiting issues. She inhaled deeply taking in the smell and then out changing into a much suitable yet not suitable clothes. She followed the smell only to see the two people she didn't want to see slightly confused to why the two get up so early. Andy simply looked at them acknowledging their existence, she didn't like any form of hierarchy in anything because people with power and a title get cocky and are subject to screw up majorly somewhere. She stood there with her arms crossed, showing she was a little hostile, she raised an eyebrow and for the first time in however long actually spoke to them. "Why are you two so cheerful this morning?" Her face completely straight, she took one of the drink bottles from the fridge which she made clear was hers upon arriving to the place in the middle of nowhere taking it to sit down at one of the tables. She pulled out her phone that had a fair bit of a crack in it from the undeserved pelting it at a wall just a while before. For some strange reason she was afraid of talking to or near Emile, it's not like she is afraid that he will not like what she says because she will without hesitation send death threats straight his way, whatever the reason she didn't like it, it made her feel queazy.
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NanLia
Crono​

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie watched Ash dress and leave the room, not wanting to get out of bed until she needed to, until it was absolutely necessary. She knew her partner was the opposite type, nerves making her a bundle of energy; she would never be able to lay still, keep quiet and enjoy the simplest thing. Tonight would be the end of her promise to help the colony. After it was done, one way or another, she had told Will she would no longer be part of the council, but that seemed like so long before and so much had changed between then.

After tonight she would know, for certain, if her family –her brothers, were in the pack looking for her still. It tore her apart the idea that they were there, that she had left them to that fate and ran away instead of perusing the mission and freeing their souls. She doubted greatly if they lived through the night, and she did, that she could leave them again. She needed to finish their work or die trying. She idly wondered how Will would feel about it –she knew Ash would want to leave the colony with her and she wouldn’t let her pregnant partner do so. The Nephilim issue was still at hand with no resolution on the horizon. So many things needed to be done and yet, she had no will to leave the bed or her lovers’ side.

William drew her from her thoughts, the light kiss on her head, followed by his dark but loving words. She titled her head back to gently kiss his lips before whispering quietly. "I know and I love you." She couldn’t bring herself to make the promises she wanted to: a promise that they will both be fine and see this thing through that they would prevail and the colony would survive. For days now Mackenzie had the foreboding feeling that death awaited her, that Thanatos lurked around the corner waiting for his promise: that he would reaper her soul.


Sandy wasn’t surprise to see she had woken Elijah so easily; he was typical of a hunter in that aspect, even if he was far more polite and gallant than the typical crew that wandered in and out of the clinic. She brought the tray to his bed side and allowed him to take it from her as he inquired as to where she will be. "At the Rec center, I’m manning the non-emergent care there." She gave a slight shrug, the nurse’s and doctor knew Elijah was to be outside the colony during the evening, gone with Ashley-May. She had made an offer to take Ash’s place, but after it was clear Mackenzie wouldn’t allow it she kept her mouth shut.

"My family will be on the walls,’ She started quietly, an attempt to keep her voice even. "They’re all hunters –well my parents are, my brothers… They’re young, but they’ve been hunting with my parents. I’m sure they’ll be fine." She gave Eli a weak smile. "I should be getting on; I need to get some sleep before tonight. I’ll be back tonight to get you set up in the car and give Ash your meds." She reached out to get Eli’s wrist a gentle squeeze, knowing that he was likely facing just as much fear as she was, being trapped in the car with Ash for the night while he friends and family faced the enemy.


Ashley-May blinked for a moment of shock and slight embarrassment. She had been attempting to move around quietly, not wanting to disturbed Adelaide –believing the other woman was still sleeping, but when she heard the witches’ voice it gave her a start. She recovered after a second or two and gave Addy a beaming grin. "Good morning!" She nearly bounced down the hall towards the kitchen and, upon seeing Addy already starting to brew coffee, turned her back to the counter and lifted herself up to sleep. "Mac promised breakfast." She said then, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Reward for leaving tonight." She gave a slight shrug. The idea of not being here, not helping her family made her insane, but she knew there was no way around it. She had agreed to do this to keep Elijah safe and regardless of their relationship –or lack thereof, she would hold to her word.

"After that I need to see Solomon, he wanted to check the wards on Liam before I headed out and I wanted to wish Edgar and Ginny luck for tonight. What about you? I know Will is manning the team on the walls, and Mac has a few of the vampires working as ground troops inside the colony. Do you know where you’ll be tonight?"
Safton




Emile grinned upon hearing the cocky remark from the younger man still in bed as he started to cook their breakfast, "You come and show me? Mon loup perdu? If I do not do right, what you do?" Over the past two weeks his understanding of the English language improved vastly, though he knew he still had leaps and bounds to take before he could even be considered a ‘beginner ‘as Chase had called him. Even still he enjoyed throwing the occasional French work or sentence into his conversations with the younger man just to see the vexed and annoyed expression he loved to see. Though Emile got as good as he gave, Chase ever coming up with more and more complex and odd sayings that left him bewildered whilst the rest that spoke English fluently laughed at his confusion.

Before long the scent of breakfast brought the first of two expected wolves under his care, Andy strode through the door in her typical demeanor, scowling and annoyed she questioned their perky nature, and Emile raised an eye brow at her. "I do not speak for lazy," He nodded to Chase still in bed in the loft, "But I missed seeing ton happy face, Coeur des tenebres." He grinned, teasing the young woman, then nodded to the coffee maker set on the counter. "You make? Fuel lazy."
Crono T That_Irish_Person




Morgan paused outside the tent’s door as her phone buzzed in reply, she smiled looking down at the message Addy had sent and the name she had given her. She stuffed the phone in her pocket and looked around the campsite as the pack members started to rise. She looked up in time to see Andy headed for the cabin, glad to see she was coming out of the trailer today. She knew it had been days since she had been last seen, and knew it was likely due to her cravings getting worse. Morgan did what she could to make Andy comfortable here, but their choices and their supplies were limited for the time. Once the pack went back to Borseti, to the north, they would be better off taking care of her then.

Morgan found her pack, leaning up against Brody’s car, and slung it over her shoulder, intent on grabbing a shower before breakfast.

 

[Safton]

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William returned Mackenzie's kiss without hesitation before nodding simply at her reply. He could tell she was distracted... like he was. Given what was looming over the Colony, it was hard not to be. He had asked her to consider leaving with Ash and Elijah over the past two weeks, but he was predictably denied. She was intent on facing the Pack by his side, even if it meant coming face-to-face with her brothers and father. Besides, she was the closest thing they had to a liaison between Vitae's hunters and Franklin's Nest. Will didn't like it, but he accepted her decision all the same.

He once again looked grimly toward the door of the bedroom. "We should get going," he said reluctantly. Turning back to look at his girlfriend, her hair still ruffled from sleep and emerald eyes shining between heavy eyelids, an involuntary smile crossed his face. "On second thought, we can wait for the coffee," he whispered, bringing his lips to hers.

NanLia ​

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Elijah nodded as Sandy informed him that she'd be in charge of the non-critical medical care at the Rec Center. All things considered, it was one of the safer places for her to be... and yet, he'd be even safer, tucked away in a car with a woman who hated him, fleeing the chaos that was about to descend on his newly-adopted home and family. He shook the bitter thoughts away, giving Sandy a reassuring smile as he gently took her hand. "Your family will be fine, and so will you." He lifted her hand up to place a brief, chaste kiss on the back of it. "Get some rest. I'll see you tonight."

NanLia ​

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Ashley-May's embarrassment -- however brief -- hadn't been lost on Adelaide, though the woman recovered well. In the blink of an eye, she was her normal, exuberant self. Adelaide nodded as Ash remarked that Mac would be preparing breakfast, the witch's stomach growling briefly. She had already developed something of an addiction for the tiny hunter's cuisine, especially her desserts. She was comforted to hear that Solomon would be checking over the wards: she had worked off-and-on with the man over the course of the past two weeks, primarily reinforcing the wards around the Colony. Adelaide didn't consider herself a master when it came to spellcraft -- she was far too inexperienced for that -- but she had a fair knowledge of many rituals from around the world. Yet Solomon was capable of things she hadn't imagined.

As Ash inquired about where Addy would be, the psychic sighed. "The Rec Center, with most of the civilians. I think Will's behind it -- whether to keep me out of the fighting or because he doesn't trust me, I don't know," she said somberly, before shaking the thoughts away. Making sure the coffee was brewing, she came to stand alongside Ashley-May at the counter, lifting one arm around the woman's shoulders and pulling her in for a friendly hug. "Will you be okay tonight?"

NanLia ​

 

[NanLia]

Ashley-May gave Adelaide a small smile as the other woman stated where she would be –a far safer place than most within the colony. Ash had been privy to many of Mackenzie’s rants at herself as she maliciously planned where the people of the colony would be during the night of. If the line broke she and her teams on the ground would be called into action and protecting the people was the key. Watching the petit hunter work out the issue in her own head had been something else to witness. It was as though she were viewing an aerial map of the town and accounting for every possibility as she paced in the bedroom, living room, and backyard –wherever they may be. This of course was only second to watching Will and Mac work out any developing issues together. If Will came up with and issue be brought it to Mac and the two discussed it matter-of-factly, one always taking the opposing side and thinking how the enemy would and vice versa. The fact that Adelaide was in the Rec center, with the majority of the colony and the highest amount of protection was certainly no mistake, but her accounting it for only being down to Will was a mistake, she had little doubt Mac had as much in that decision as the man.

Adelaide questioned how she felt about the evening and she gave a shrug lacking confidence. "I know I need to be gone from here. Chase could smell Liam, his Grace I guess, and I can’t risk letting the wolves get him." She glanced to Addy but knew well enough she hadn’t meant that and wanted to know her thoughts about seeing Eli. "I’ll be fine, really. I’ve… I’ve been avoiding him, I still feel… the way I did before. I don’t think that’ll ever change. Even tried flirting with Edgar," She flushed slightly, the man was overly attractive, nearly every woman in the colony had fawned over the man –certainly when he had been training. "It just didn’t feel right. Once the pack is done with Mac promised she would devote everything to finding a way to get rid of the Grace and let me keep Liam. I’ve been looking at some schools nearby too. If it works out I can transfer my credits from New York to here, finish my education, get my degree."
Safton

 

[Crono]

Chase shook his head at Emile's response while he lay in bed. Before he could continue said fake and sarcastic argument from across the cabin he heard Andy enter without the slightest of hesitation or knock. A part of him was glad she was comfortable enough to go from Morgan's trailer and up to the Alpha's Cabin without being too bothered. But another small part of him found it annoying that she would just barge in without any kind of knock or warning at the least. Mind you it was sort of an open door policy, but Morgan usually had the decency to say something or let herself be known. Possibly because she was worried about walking in and finding him and Emile in a compromising situation. Not that they'd actually been in a compromising situation yet, so her fears were for naught. Not that he could convince Morgan of that because the girls imagination wouldn't allow it.

Chase was already moving down the ladder that led to the loft as he was called lazy. Once on the ground floor and walking in their direction he simply shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe I just enjoy watching you cook breakfast, and maybe I didn't get my nap out." A light smirk on his face as he sat at the table and lowered his forehead to the cool surface. "How's the craving?" He asked the girl lazily, voice slightly muffled because of it's closeness tot he table​

NanLia
T That_Irish_Person

 

[Safton]

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Adelaide listened to Ashley-May as the woman spoke, rubbing her opposite arm gently. She couldn't blame Ash for a second when it came to wanting to protect her child, even if it meant leaving Vitae behind. She didn't prompt her when it came to Elijah, but wasn't surprised when Ashley-May brought him up all the same. She was conflicted on how to feel at the news that Ash still had feelings for him. She knew the opposite was equally true no matter how much Elijah tried to hide it (especially because of how much he tried to hide it, in fact). Addy wanted to see her two friends together. Ashley-May was good for him and the witch was surprised to see a side of Eli she'd never known existed when she had been around, before their fight. Still, if Eli continued to insist on being stubborn, she didn't want her own desires to influence Ash into waiting for a relationship that would never happen.

Addy stepped away from the counter to grab several coffee mugs, setting them on the counter and listening as Ash continued speaking about her plans after the Grace was dealt with. She turned back to give her friend a smile, "That's good to hear, Ash. You and Liam both deserve a little bit of the normal life," she said with a smirk. "I take it Mac's glad that you're not heading back home?"

NanLia ​

 

[NanLia]

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Ashley-May nodded slowly, watching Addy grab the mugs. "None for me thanks." She wasn't certain if a Nephilim could be effected the same way a human fetus could be when it came to foods and other chemical composites, but she wasn't taking the risk. "Home is a tough thing to describe. That would be Kansas, but I haven't been there since mom died. Second to that I guess would be New York, but there isn't anything there I can't get here." She pushed herself off the counter, looking back down the hall she had come from. "Alright so now I'm hungry and getting annoyed, she better not have gone back to sleep."

Without a second thought Ash turned and headed back the way she had come, pausing briefly at the bedroom door before turning the handle and opening it. She gave the two still in bed and clearly enjoying themselves a dirty look before huffing, "Would you mind finishing up? I'm hungry and I have lots to do today." She pulled the door closed with a secondary huff before turning back to the kitchen. "Breakfast is going to be late." She called to Addy whilst making her way back . "Maybe we should start to cook some of it?"
Safton

 

[St. Boethius]

Solomon was continuing to mentally work on the magic circle when he noticed Ginny waving at him. A tired smile worked its way onto the sorcerer's features as he approached her. " Good morning Ginny, I hope your night went better than mine." Solomon said as he approached. Rather than stand about and exchange pleasantries Solomon gestured towards the direction of the REC center for some food. " Care to join me for some breakfast?"
Eliasdagood

 

[Safton]

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Adelaide nodded, only grabbing three mugs from the cabinet. She was glad to hear that Ash had decided to stay near Vitae while finding a way to make it work with the life she had planned for herself and Liam. As the woman expressed her annoyance at Mac's continued absence, Addy grinned and watched her leave. Seeing that the coffee was ready, Adelaide pulled the pot from its base and poured three generous cups. She already knew Will's preferences when it came to coffee and had managed to learn Mackenzie's over the past two weeks. It was a rare thing that the tiny hunter was the first one up in the morning.

Adelaide frowned as she heard Ash call out that breakfast would be late, putting the finishing touches on the coffees. "Sure, I don't mind. Did our chef fall back asleep?" she asked idly.

NanLia ​

 

[Eliasdagood]

She chuckles, seeing his appearance. "I'm fairly certain it was. And yes, I'd love to join you. We haven't gotten to talk much recently, have we?" She murmurs. She wishes she could tell him that it's all going to be fine, that the casualties will be minimal, if any at all. But more, she wishes she herself could believe it.

 

[That_Irish_Person]

Andy rolled her eyes smiling a little at Emile's comment, she walked to the coffee machine, finally something that was more in her standard of living. Andy was a barista for a few years and she rather enjoyed it, she found that it was a way to forget about her life. She looked at Chase as she started the silver machine, she thought about it for a while and honestly she didn't know how the cravings were, all she knew that if someone held a gun to her head she wouldn't fight about it just to end it. "They're fine..." Lie. She avoided the rest of the conversation by turning her side to face Chase. "There isn't the possibility that injecting the fresh blood of a sire would work on me is there?" She heard someone talking about about it a few years ago, it seemed like a great idea to her, she could go back to a normal life with her normal human friends and not have to be a 'freak' or 'monster' as she titled everyone else. ​

Crono
NanLia​

 

[St. Boethius]

Solomon gave a small chuckle as the two of them began walking to the REC center. " That would be more of my fault than yours I'm afraid. There was an incident I was involved with that included a pregnant woman. Her friends had requested that I use my magic to... hide the pregnancy, but it had the unintentional effect of harming her as well. " Solomon explained, trying to be as vague as possible, though if he was succeeding he didn't know. At any rate after that I was instructed to reinforce the warding around the Colony. In what spare time I've had I've been working on a new magic spell... one that if I'm right will cure the werewolves if their lycanthropy.... or put them into a vegetative state... I'm still working out the kinks in the exact wording and symbols to use. "
Eliasdagood

 

[Eliasdagood]

She raises her eyebrows. "Oh, man. Yeah, that's way more productive than anything I've been doing. They've put me on some basic missions to learn the ropes, but that's about it." She admits.

 

[NanLia]

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Ashley-May paused in the door way of the kitchen, lips parted to give a sassy remark about how she found the two love birds, but then gave a slow smile and shrug. "Yea, she's still in bed. I think she might be coming soon." She stepped into the kitchen bypassing Addy to the fridge. "I can't ruin much if I just start cooking the bacon, right?" She asked over her shoulder to the other woman; she knew Mackenzie was rather fussy when it came to cooking, so starting to make anything could set the diminutive hunter off.
Safton

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Emile smirked at Chase's comment, shaking his head as he continued to work at the stove cooking breakfast. He was content to see Andy move to the coffee maker and start to brew; the fact that she was participating these days instead of simply sitting and waiting for food in silence was a great start. He didn't know if she would remain with the pack after the cravings were gone, but he had confidence that when she was ready she would move on into a life that was far more peaceful. Chase inquired from her about her cravings and she lied, he knew she lied because he had once had those very save yearnings. He frowned slightly, setting aside the spatula before collected four plates from the cupboard to set at the table.

He turned to face the table and paused, seeing Chase with his face pressed to it. He couldn't contain his snorting chuckle, stepping towards it and sliding a plate his direction, leaving it pressed against his cheek before setting out the rest of the plates. He looked at Andy with the same grin "Maybe he get extra coffee, no? Pauvre petit choit, he need more sleep." While he certainly wanted to question Andy more about her cravings, and lack thereof, he had a long list of items to handle this morning and today before he could focus on the girl entirely.
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Adelaide had turned briefly away from Ashley-May to sample her coffee when she sensed the woman's slight hesitation before answering about the nature of Mac's delay. Hearing Ash's answer, Adelaide's head snapped up to stare at the opposite wall of the kitchen blankly, understanding dawning on her as she shook her head and carried on sipping at her coffee.

As Ashley-May began collecting items from the fridge, Addy smiled and shrugged. She had already learned how picky Mac could be about preparing her meals. "We'll find out soon enough," she teased before fetching a pan from a nearby cabinet and setting it on the oven for Ash. She paused, thinking about how Ashley-May had entered the kitchen from the Master, a sense of shock and embarrassment at seeing her. It made sense that she'd check in on her personal chef as early as possible with her recent cravings, but something still picked at the edge of her mind. Resisting the urge to dig deeper with her gift, Adelaide spoke up idly, "How'd you sleep? Liam give you any trouble?"

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