Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[Alator]

The two men required no further preparation, which was of no surprise to Thor. After looking at them both, the Deity grinned "Above all, relish this moment, going on a quest to slay a dragon - nay two even. That is something reserved for the greatest of heroes. Stay sharp, and your glory will be eternal after this night." At heart Thor was Norse God, and there was no greater joy or glory than being triumphant in battle against a worthy adversary. The Deity made a gesture with his hand, and the three of them vanished in a flash of bright blue light.

The Dragons had been tracked to St Francis Cathedral in Baker City, where they had remained now for two hours. A rather strange choice of venue if someone had asked Thor. It was a rather imposing building, built in a Gothic style with two grand towers. It's high stone walls were illuminated softly by the flash of blue light when the trio appeared outside in the middle of the road. The road was deserted, all the houses nearby showed no signs of activity. Except the two agents Thor knew were inside one of the dark houses, where they had been the last few hours keeping eyes on the church - and the sky. The only light came from the streetlights and from within the church. Without a backwards glance, for the Deity was sure the men would follow him, he marched up to the doors of the church and pushed them open.

It was a grand building, the floor was a deep blue and the walls white. Colored glass would during the day have let in light in impressive fashion, but it was too dark outside for that. Marble statues stood along the walls and on alcoves. Then there was the altar. It was host to a gruesome scene. The remains of what Thor could only assume was a priest or bishop of some kind had been arranged in a strange manner. Then there was the two Dragons. One stood by the altar, using a piece of fine embroidered cloth to wipe the dried blood off his hands. Another was casually inspecting a golden candlestick. They both already had their eyes on the door when the three entered, and Thor was sure they had been aware of their presence as soon as they made their way up the stairs to enter the cathedral.

The Dragon by the altar wore black jeans and a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, he was bald and had a tribal tattoo on the side of his head. The other one had short beard and an army haircut, with a grey bomber jacket, white T-shit and blue jeans, he could have blended in anywhere. But for all his disguise, there was no mistaking what he was. In the briefest of moments Thor saw a glimmer of a serpent's eyes before they resumed their human appearance once again.

The God of Thunder began walking up towards the altar, small sparks of lightning crackling between his fingers.

Safton

 

[NanLia]

Emile set the box he was carrying onto the edge of the bed. He nodded to the pack member it belonged to as he headed back out to the car to get the remainder of his belongings. He was truly impressed, and a little worries, as just how much his pack had managed to accumulate while living at the camping grounds. Moreover, why the'd collected what they had. He pulled open the folded top of the cardboard box. The Alpha paused, truly flabbergasted as he looked at what he'd carried in. Reaching inside the box he removed a small ceramic figure, a cartoon looking wolf with a stamp 'cookie jar' on the front. As he picked it up and the head/lid shifted the jar howled. He snickered, rolling his eyes and setting it back down into the box.

He turned hearing Chase step into the room. Emile raised an eyebrow at the suggestion of what he was doing was 'fun' but he went with it. "Oui, mhm." He nodded. "It so much fun, carrying boite. I take it from the car and I bring it here." He winked at Chase playfully. "How is conseiller Hendrix?"
Crono

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With no reply from Will Mackenzie pulled her jacket over her shoulders and stuffed her belongings back into her pockets. She'd pulled an all-nighter setting up the information she had for the seals. Most of it was incomplete but she needed it out of her head. Despite this and the rest and rejuvenation Ash had provided in the Clinic following, Mac still felt restless. Knowing that Will was going on a second hunt, in as many days, Mac knew she had notes for local hunts from before she and Ash had been allowed into the colony.

She stepped out of the room, hearing Ash in the front area talking. She knew better than to involve the blonde: if Ash knew what she was planning she'd either stop her from going or worse, want to join her. Instead she turned and walked softly towards the back entry to escape her nurse-guard.

Brody left the grocery store headed back for the motel. He knew Morgan was in good hands with Adelaide; she'd proven herself at the apartment building and in getting his Alpha out. He considered his options as he travelled back across the city. He could call Emile, bring him up to date with what had happened, but doing so outside of the motel was just plain suicide - Emile would want to talk to Morgan and then he'd have to explain that he wasn't with her and to trust the witch. It was best to leave that as long as possible. He knew too that Morgan would be hungry, starving and ravenous from healing. Bringing her out to a restaurant would be a scene on an empty stomach so he detoured to grab some take out to bring back to the girls.

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Thirty minutes later he returned to the motel, pulling into the spot outside of their room and turning off the engine. He climbed out of the car, taking a quick glance around before opening the door to the back seat. Grabbing as many take out bags as he could in one arm, Brody stepped up quickly to the doorway and knocked. "Adelaide," He called softly, not wanting to startle the human. "I'm back. We're good."
Safton

 

[Safton]

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William and Elijah had both traded vaguely skeptical glances as Thor regaled them with the "thrill of the hunt" where dragons were concerned. Will wasn't much interested in eternal glory -- he'd settle for a few less monsters in the world and getting the three of them back in one piece. Still, he couldn't help but notice the small shine of excitement behind Elijah's eye. His partner hadn't gotten a chance to see much action while rescuing the Horseman and before that he'd been effectively sidelined ever since Pan's Trial.

Elijah could feel his partner glancing at him, but any thought of conversation on the matter was shelved as Thor transported them to Baker City with the same ease the hunter might flip on a light switch. He looked up at the cathedral before them, one hand clutching the sword at his side before nodding to Will, who returned the gesture. Both followed Thor inside. It didn't take long to find that the house of worship was inhabited solely by their quarry, Eli wrinkling his nose at the sight of the eviscerated human corpse. The two dragons glared at them, both appearing decidedly human in their guise... but the hunter knew better.

As Thor advanced, Eli flanked him, drawing the blade with the ringing sound of metal-on-metal that reverberated through the high ceilings of the cathedral. On the god's opposite side was Will, tightly clutching the angel sword.

The dragons sniffed the air as the three approached, reptilian eyes seeming to drift over each man as if assessing targets. Then, in a blur of motion, both leaped out in attack.

Alator

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Adelaide heard the familiar sound of her car pulling up outside, sensing Brody's presence soon after. She was already on her way to the door when Brody knocked and called out to her. She opened the door, giving Brody a small smile. "She's still asleep--" she began, before glancing down at the takeout bags the burly man was loaded down with. "Oh," she said, before shaking her head to step aside and let him in. "Good idea," Addy said quietly with a chuckle, knowing Morgan had quite an appetite even at the best of times. She couldn't see it being much different when she woke up.

As she helped Brody bring the bags in and lay them out on the small table inside the room, she filled him in on the call with Chase and the man's request for them to call. After a brief pause, she reached out to lay a hand gently on Brody's forearm. "Thanks," she said. "For everything. Coming with us, keeping us safe here and at the haunting... I'm sorry I was short with you earlier," Addy said with a small smile. "Morgan's lucky to have you."

NanLia​

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[Crono]

The French word mixed in with the others always left Chase a moment or two to try and rough translate internally. Sometimes it was easy, sometimes he needed Emile to elaborate. This time it wasn't difficult, it likely meant stuff, boxes, or belongings. "Busy." He offered in reply to the question with a sigh, "He's off to hunt some Dragon's of all things now." From what Chase could tell the man in front of him didn't sense anything off, either that or he was good not showing it. He couldn't have been sure if Emile knew something about Morgan via the pack bond, something still foreign to him. He moved a little further into the room before speaking again, leaning back against the nearby dresser and meeting Emile's eyes. It was frankly uncomfortable to be delivering the news. "We heard from Adelaide, they ran into a little trouble with a Demon and a Hell-hound. They all made it out but Morgan got hurt, they're holed up and looking after her."​

NanLia

 

[Alator]

Their quarry wasted no time. They had been caught by surprise, and it was time for them to take back the initiative. The Dragons were fast, even for Thor who had experience with them, the bald one moved so fast that he appeared almost as a blur when he charged the closest opponent - that opponent being Thor. Had it not been for his supernatural reflexes it would have been impossible to do, but Thor had fought faster beings. He managed to catch the Dragon's right wrist with his left hand and grabbed hold of the Dragon's neck as they collided, the force of the charge causing Thor to stumble back a few feet. As the two struggled with eachother, though outmatched in terms of strength the Dragon was by no means a pushover, and it took a great effort to restrain it. Thor saw the other Dragon leap right over the two of them with ease, showing off how agile his kind were, flying straight into William and sending both of them tumbling away on the floor. Out of the corner in his eye he saw the Dragon's claws igniting, turning bright orange and becoming so hot they could slice through metal. He knew it was a matter of mere moments before the Dragon would try to disembowel him. While that wasn't something that would instantly kill him, from experience he knew that they hurt. A lot.

The Deity kneed the Dragon once in the chest, and then once on the chin, pulling down the Dragon's head as he brought up the knee straight from below. There was a crack like the sound of a whip as the Dragon's teeth collided in a vicious manner, the Deity then threw the Dragon to the side. The monster flew straight across the room and into the wall close to the door, slamming into it so hard that a statue fell from an alcove. Thor was upon it in a few seconds, his hope was to batter it before Elijah would finish it off. The Dragon was attempting to scramble to his feet when Thor aimed a foot stomp at it's neck. The Dragon had seen it coming, and Thor had done the same mistake that had once cost him his life, he had underestimated just how fast they were. The Dragon spun around on the floor, using his hand to push himself up, the Dragon threw a hard sidekick. Using the momentum of the spinning sidekick to get to his feet in an instant.

Thor was sent backwards crashing through several benches, as he struggled to free himself from the debris, he called out "ELIJAH!". For the Dragon had turned his attention to what he could smell was the only human in the church, and advanced at a superhuman speed.

Safton

 

[RikuXIII]

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“No.” Chester answered, sounding a little distracted. “It takes a really strong person to resist her influence. And even of those people, very few would take the time to see past her thorny exterior.”
The Horseman lapsed into silence, look sad for a moment.
“I don’t even think it’s intentional. She just...worms into people’s heads and flips all their switches. Even happened in the old days. Then she managed to find a human that could see past that and befriend her. Now, that human is dying.”

Eliasdagood

(Edit: Accidentally deleted this post. Have reconstructed it to the best of my memory. Sorry if confusion arrises.)

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[NanLia]

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Emile raised his eyebrows in surprise hearing what the Councilmen was busy with. Dragons were not among the things the thought he and his pack would have to hear about, at least not in the short term here. He'd been well informed by the Council what forces they expected to hear about; witches, demons, maligned Kitsune but Dragons this early? Hadn't even crossed his mind. Before he could ask any more of Chase for clarification he went on to inform him about Morgan and Adelaide's mission.

He thought his heart would stop, a sick feeling growing in the pit of his stomach hearing not only that Morgan had been injured but by no less than a Hell Hound. "Did they treat her wound with Nolina ou goudron de poussiere?" He searched Chase's face for an answer but either the younger wolf didn't understand what he'd said or he hadn't asked. He scrambled to grab his phone from his pocket and dial Brody, his heart racing as he listened to it dial.

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Brody frowned at the news Adelaide shared. It didn't sit with him well that Chase knew about what had occurred and Morgans current condition. Chase, as good as he appeared to be, would immediately seek out the Alpha to update him. He inhaled deeply, that's the problem with lawful good people. He grumbled to himself but was soon distracted by the light touch of Adelaide's hand on his arm. He glanced at it in confusion before looking up at her as she spoke.

He was silent several long seconds, processing what she'd said. He eventually shook his head. "No thanks and no apologies." He said stiffly, almost awkwardly. "Morgan is part of the pack, she's my Alpha. I'm the packs Guardian: this is my job. My place is to protect. That includes you. Morgan considers you a close friend, that makes you pack so far as I'm concerned." He paused, considering what he wanted to say next carefully. As his lips parted to speak his phone rang, the tell tale tune of Emile's ringtone. He huffed before answering on speaker.

[in French]
What the fuck Brody. You were supposed to protect her, not let her fight a god-dammed Hell-Hound.

"Yeah, Emile, I know. It wasn't as simp-"

Is she still breathing? Did you treat her wounds with Nolina or goudron de poussiere?

Brody glanced at Adelaide briefly. "Devil's Shoestring or Goofer Dust? No, why?"

Hell Hound bites are infectious - they carry diseases from Hell itself. If you don't treat it with either of those the infection spreads. Fuck knows what it'll do to a wolf, but humans die in hours.
Safton

 

[Safton]

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William barely had a chance to respond as the dragon -- in the guise of a bearded man -- pounced on him, brief glimpses of shadow bat-like wings visible as he soared through the air. William attempted to bring the angel sword up in order to skewer the incoming creature, but it was too late. The reptile's body weight dropped down onto him as they both went to the ground, angel sword clattering to the floor and out of reach. Will raised his legs, wrapping them around the monster's hips and closing the guard. Seeing the dragon raise one clawed hand, the skin igniting like the fires of a forge, Will reacted on instinct. His hand shot out just in time to catch the dragon by the wrist, both grunting with the effort. The Nephilim bucked his hips forward to lower the dragon's posture, his free hand shooting up to press palm-first against the creature's forehead. He summoned forth his Grace in the same way he had against the demons earlier that day... to no avail.

The dragon grinned at attempted smiting, swatting away Will's hand using the opening to bring his own down onto Will's chest. The claw ignited and William cried out in agony as the contact seared his skin. William gritted his teeth, fighting through the blinding pain to buck away, sliding backwards on his back while once again tugging the beast down and off-balance. His legs entangled the dragon's arm as he angled out to the side, sitting up to lock his opponent's arm. His opponent struggled and he knew it was only a matter of time before it struggled out of the hold -- a dragon cared little for a torn shoulder.

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Elijah had been rushing over to William's aid when he heard Thor call out to him. He barely perceived the flash of motion as he dropped to one side, extending the dwarf-forged sword in front of him like a lance. Had he hoped the dragon would impale itself on his blade in its haste, he would have been disappointed -- thought not entirely. He felt the jarring impact reverberate through the weapon and into his arms, looking up to see the dragon hiss as the sword cut cleanly through the skin and underlying scales along the side of its abdomen. Eli retracted the sword, preparing a follow-up thrust when the dragon's gullet glowed from within, Eli's eyes widening.

He turned his head just in time to avoid the torrent of flame, rolling away from the roaring jet -- though not quick enough. He was forced to drop the sword to the ground as he struggled to tug his jacket -- now engulfed in rapidly-spreading flames -- free of his torso.

Alator

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Adelaide's eyebrows arched in surprise as Brody stated matter-of-factly that he considered her to be part of the Pack. She opened her mouth to speak -- to thank him again, maybe, despite the fact that he'd just said no thanks were needed. However, she was luckily saved from the slight awkwardness of the exchange as Brody's phone rang. After allowing herself a small smile at the choice of ringtone, she wasn't surprised to hear what had to be Emile's angry voice on the other end. She grimaced at the Alpha's clear fury... but she didn't need her gift to know that it was an anger born of concern.

As Emile questioned Brody about how they had treated Morgan's wounds, Addy quickly spoke up in French. "Emile, it's Adelaide. I treated Morgan with both and gave her a tonic for the pain. She's resting now. So far as I can tell, the venom didn't affect her the way it would a human... but I didn't want to take any chances."

NanLia​

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[NanLia]

Emile paced the pack members simple studio apartment, heedless that he and several others now stood outside the doors listening. Morgan was as much their family as she was Emile, even if she wasn't blood. As Adelaide spoke he glanced to Chase, who stood by him even if he hadn't understood a damned word he was saying. He didn't doubt the relief was evident on his face as she spoke about how she had treated his niece. "Good, good. Thank you, Mme. Moreau I don't know that she would have survived if you hadn't been there." He sighed, leaning against the dresser where Chase stood. "Have her call me when she wakes, I'd like to give her shit myself."

The call ended and he sighed, shaking his head as he looked to Chase. "Why do I let her go?" His worry over his niece was far from over but at the very least Adelaide seemed to have things well at hand. He reached up and rubbed at his face.
Crono

Brody glared at the phone after Emile ended the call with Adelaide; the tone change between how the Alpha spoke to him and Adelaide was evident in just how he felt about the Guardian pack member. He tossed his phone aside with a huff, glancing briefly to Morgan. She was still sound asleep in bed no sign that she had heard the conversation with her uncle nor was she disturbed by it. He shifted awkwardly before turning his attention back to the food collected. "Anyway," he started sorting out the variety of bags. "I wasn't sure what you liked to eat, I know she'll eat everything." He nodded towards the bed. "I got a few options," He first fished out a non-descript plastic bag with white Styrofoam box. He popped the lid open. "Etoufee," Another container opened. "Crawfish Po-Boys." He shook his head. "Some burger places were open so I picked up a few I know Morgan will devour without question: extra bacon, extra cheese."
Safton

 

[Crono]

Chase had been at a loss as to what Emile had asked him, but before he could ask on it the other man was calling who he assumed was Brody. The French language started flying and while Chase was able to catch a very few words he'd learned the meaning of he was at a loss as to what was being said. Not that it was difficult to know the subject, he simply parked himself where he stood and waited for Emile to get what he needed. Seeing Emile so worried, Chase's worry seemed to lessen. With the call ended Emile switched back to a language Chase could understand. "Because you couldn't stop her?" He offered whilst stepping closer to place a hand on Emile's shoulder, "And if she and Brody hadn't gone then who knows what could have happened."​

NanLia

 

[Alator]

Thor struggled to his feet and ran to join the fray once more, the Dragon breathing fire meant one thing, this was no lesser Dragon. Something that took the Thundergod by surprise, for they were exceedingly rare. Will seemed to be doing well on his own, having gained a dominant position. The Dragon was having none of that however, as Thor ran towards Elijah, he saw the monster sprout wings. Entangled with William, the two of them shot upwards as the Dragon tried to shake him off by taking to the air, only to slam into a pillar and crash right into a row of benches - shattering them completely. He figured the Nephilim would have to handle himself for the moment, for Elijah was on fire and the elder Dragon was advancing on him.

The church echoed with the deafening sound of a thunderclap and the building shook violently when Thor blasted the Dragon aside with a lightning bolt, to prevent him from reaching Elijah. Despite it's hide taking the worst of it, the Dragon slid across the floor towards the door and almost flew out onto the stairs, but managed to slow himself down with his claws. Standing on all four much like a tiger ready to throw itself at it's prey, the Dragon looked up with eyes of pure hatred. The narrow slits that revealed his Draconic nature was back, with no sign left of his human auburn eyes that had showed a mere few moments ago. The Dragon's claws once more lit up like molten metal, and the stone floor began to hiss violently at the contact.

Next came a blur and a gust of wind as the Dragon launched himself at Thor with a flurry of sweeping attacks, sending the Deity reeling backwards, parrying a few of them by swiping the Dragon's arms aside but just barely dodging out of the way from the most of them. Both of them moved so fast it would have been almost impossible for a human to make out what was happening. Having recovered from the initial surprise, Thor stopped backing and stood his ground, trading blows with the Dragon at a furious pace. Relying on his experience to evade the worst of the claws. There was a hissing sound as the Dragon sliced him across the cheek, the wound being instantly cauterized by the immense heat.

Then came a violent crack that seemed to reverberate in the skies as Thor struck the Dragon with a powerful overhand right, sending it into the floor and leaving visible cracks from the force of the impact. It rolled aside and looked slightly dazed when it struggled to it's feet. Without taking his eyes of the Dragon, Thor said "Together.", knowing that Elijah would have recovered by now.

Safton

 

[Safton]

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Elijah had thrown his flaming, charred jacket to the floor, hissing in pain at the burns to his flesh beneath. In the seconds that followed, he managed to discern that Thor had intercepted the dragon, likely saving his life, and was now locked in combat with the beast. Their movements were too fast for him to track beyond the slightest glimpses of understanding two immortals trying to slay one another. It was hard to miss the punch that temporarily felled the dragon, however, causing Elijah's ears to ring with the resounding thud of the impact.

Eli nodded at Thor, having retrieved the dwarf-forged sword and holding it out in front of him in a classic "plow guard" as he came to stand alongside the deity, nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. However, his left hand was reaching toward his belt as the monster squared off with them once again. Elijah saw the telltale glow of orange beneath its skin and shirt and he acted instantly. There was no way he'd be able to cross the distance between them and impale the beast before it breathed again... but something else could.

His left hand lashed out, throwing the dagger from his belt like a dart toward the dragon. It was a simple weapon: steel plated in silver and wrought iron, engraved with a Devil's Trap. None of those were of any concern to Eve's first progeny... but the dragon reacted all the same, instinctively swatting the projectile out of the air. By the time he returned his attention to his two opponents, Elijah was there -- confident Thor would be following him in the attack -- driving the sword forward like a lance. The dragon's eyes widened as it put one hand up in a desperate defense. The tip of the sword easily pierced through the monster's palm and out the other side, sliding forward to embed itself in the dragon's shoulder... mere inches away from the heart. It let out a roar awash with bestial anger and pain, yellow eyes brimming with rage as it raised its free hand -- tipped with claws -- to strike down the impudent hunter.

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After crashing into the church pews, William and his own opponent scrambled for purchase on the ground and one another, grappling and exchanging feral blows. William felt his jaw dislocate from one of the dragon's strikes -- an injury that would be far more debilitating prior to his alteration. In his current state, he simply rolled with the punch in order to duck low and shoot for a takedown, sending both of them crashing into another pew that was reduced to splinters by the combined impact of their bodies.

Will wasted no time transitioning to mount, straddling the monster as he began raining down punches on its face -- and eating more than a few of his own in return, all while the creature bucked wildly in an attempt to dislodge the Nephilim. William was able to resist most of the strikes... until one came not from the dragon's fist, but the edge of its wing that lashed out, a bony protrusion slamming into his temple. With him now dazed, his foe capitalized. The orange-glowing claw whipped upward towards his face and Will narrowly managed to catch it with his free hand, dedicating all his strength to forcing it away from himself. His free hand was caught up pinning the snarling dragon's head and neck to the floor of the church. He could feel his strength draining, however -- this struggle was not sustainable.

In that moment, William felt a thread of his Grace calling out to him. His subconscious followed it... and he acted on instinct. The hand pinning the dragon released the creature, reaching up... to catch his angel sword that whipped through the air at his command from where he had dropped it earlier. He turned the blade around in his hand, bringing it straight down with a yell of effort that shook the church. The blade plunged deep into the dragon's throat. There was a flash of light emanating from within the monster, yellow eyes draining into white pools as the creature expired.

Alator

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Adelaide smiled as Brody laid out the bountiful feast he'd collected for them. The fact that more than a few items were distinctly Cajun in origin was not lost on her. "It's like being back home," she said wistfully. "Thank you for this, Brody. It looks amazing." She leaned in to take a deep whiff of the boxes. "...doesn't smell so bad, either," she said with a smirk. She turned back toward him. "But first thing's first: we need to take a look at those wounds of yours. Silver, right?" she said, concern evident as she glanced toward the gashes.

NanLia​

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[NanLia]

Emile rolled his eyes but nodded, Chase wasn't wrong. No matter what Morgan would have left with her friend on the mission for the Seal. If he had attempted to stop her then she'd have gone in secret only creating a rift between them. He offered a half smile to the younger wolf, nodding towards the open doorway with the pack outside. "You say you wanted to see Ash, oui?" He asked as he stood up again. "I should see to them, let them know she's okay and finish unpacking. " He didn't want Chase to stick around the pack when he knew he'd want to see his friends. He knew it would be good for Chase and the pack to appear friendly to the colony. "Maybe she come for dinner? Or we go for dinner, here?"
Crono

Brody frowned thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. He reached up and touched at the wound under his eye, it was already healing up on its own. It wasn't deep so he started to shrug out of his leather jacket with a hiss. He'd thrown it on after parting ways with Vahncry so he'd look less conspicuous driving them home. His shoulder wept blood still, through the cotton t-shirt he wore. He rest the jacket over the back of a chair. With his shirt torn he simply reached up and pulled it apart, letting the shredded pieces fall aside. "It hasn't really stopped bleeding." He admitted with a regretful shrug. "But it's slowed considerably.
Safton

 

[Crono]

It was as if Emile could read his mind. Chase had plans to go see Ash and had already made a call to put that in motion, but he was also wanting to tag along it would seem. Considering the current situation he felt a small pang of guilt for wanting to go alone, but he and Emile had been around each other constantly for weeks. Chase never thought he'd say something like wanting me time, but that's how he felt now that they were in the colony. "I sorta already made plans," It wasn't entirely a lie, it's just that Ash wasn't aware either. Chase rubbed a hand up and down Emile's arm as they neared the exit to the room, "You should stay with the pack, keep yourself busy. No sense in letting Malcolm do all the work right?" He knew Emile could keep his mind off Morgan either way.​

NanLia

 

[Alator]

The Dragon's claw lashed out quickly, intending to rip out the British Man's throat, but Thor was faster. The Deity's left hand shot forward caught the Dragon's army by the wrist - holding it in place with an iron grip. His second hand grabbed the Dragon by his throat and so holding him in place as Thor delivered a hard stomp to the inside of the Dragon's left knee, kicking it out from under the monster and forcing it down to one knee. The Elder Dragon struggled hard, but it was firmly held in place by the Deity and the blood-forged sword. Unable to move his hands, and the pressure Thor put on his throat also prevented him from getting up.

Quickly, before Elijah could do anything more, Thor said "Do not kill him, yet, he needs to answer a few questions first." The Dragon's eyes flashed golden, the narrow slits of his reptilian eyes showing defiantly. Adding with a cruel smile the Thundergod said "Do not worry, this will not take long.", lightning sparkling slightly from his fingertips. The fighting had died down now, and the half-ruined church was silent. This could only mean Will had defeated the younger Dragon, as there was a distinct lack of a tempest of fiery claws flying at them.

"Will!" He called out "Are you alright?", his eyes not leaving the eyes of the serpent.

Safton

 

[Safton]

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Elijah nodded to Thor -- both in thanks for intercepting what would have undoubtedly been a deathblow from the dragon and in response to his command to refrain from killing the dragon... yet. It wasn't lost on the hunter that detaining and interrogating a dragon was a very different chore than a werewolf or even a demon, but he knew the information these lizards held was potentially invaluable. As Thor called out to Will, Eli never turned from their impromptu captive, his eyes briefly glancing in the direction of where he'd last seen his partner and friend.

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"Yeah," Will said, his voice gruff as his wounds gradually knitted themselves closed. "But he's not," he remarked as he approached the spot where Thor and Eli held the other dragon in place, tossing the burned-out husk of the reptile's comrade onto the ground in front of him with one hand. The prisoner looked down at the corpse before looking up at the Nephilim culprit, baring his teeth to let out a guttural hiss before Eli twisted the sword blade in warning, cutting off any further dissent from the monster. William ignored the display, cleaning the black, ichor-like blood of the dragon from the tip of the angel sword using the fallen dragon's clothing.

Alator
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Adelaide winced at the sight of the wound on Brody's torso -- much worse than the largely superficial gash beneath his eye. "Here," she said, gently taking him by the arm to have him sit on the bathroom counter. She grabbed the first aid kit they had brought into the room, removing a gauze pad and pressing it against the wound. "Sorry," she said with a sympathetic smile, knowing the contact likely stung. "Normally I'd offer to try and stitch you up, but your body will heal up better on its own. Right?"

NanLia​

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[NanLia]

Emile paused as Chase replied, listening carefully lest he misunderstand what his mate was telling him. He nodded and smiled as he stepped out of the apartment. He waved off the pack for the moment, as it was clear Chase wanted to see his friend alone for the time being. On the exterior hall way he lead Chase away a few steps before continuing their discussion. "You tell Ash I say hi, oui?" He asked but already knew the answer to his request. He leaned in and kissed Chase's cheek. He knew the hunter was much for public displays but he felt uneasy about his wandering the colony alone. He knew it was bound to happen (not only to Chase but with others in the pack.)
Crono

Brody grimaced feeling the burning pain re-igniting in his chest as Adelaide pressed padding against the seeping wound. He did his best not to make noise, human or otherwise, in response to the pain. It did not stop him from gripping the counters, hearing it groan under the pressure he put on it. He nodded stiffly. "Sutures will just end up getting in the way of my healing. Can you just cover it up? Stop it from seeping for now?"
Safton

 

[Alator]

Despite having angelic powers, besting a Dragon was no small feat, and Thor was impressed with William. Though it didn't appear to Thor that William had found the creature an easy opponent either. Now, the matter of interrogating a Dragon was difficult. Just piercing their hide was extremely difficult. But with Elijah's blade firmly pushed into the Dragon's shoulder, Thor hand an opening. He let go of the Dragon's throat and plunged two fingers into the Dragon's wound, letting them slide along the blade.

The monster hissed in pain and Thor pushed his fingers deeper, widening the gash and eventually forcing his hand inside of the Dragon, almost cutting himself on the edge of the blade in the process as he wriggled his wrist into position. The Dragon clenched his teeth and breathed heavily as Thor's fingers came to close themselves around the beating surface of the monster's heart. Casting a look at Elijah, Thor said "Do not worry, and stand still. The lightning will not harm you." Afraid that the hunter might pull back when Thor began his interrogation. At the mention of "lightning", the Dragon's eyes widened.

"This is just so you understand why it is unwise to remain silent, choose to answer my questions and you shall have a worthy death, choose silence and I shall fill the night with your screaming until your vocal chords are torn asunder." Thor said, there was no trace of the stoic and pleasant manner he usually had when speaking. Then the entirety of Thor's arm lit up with lightning, causing the Dragon's head to snap backwards and it's body to shake violently. The Dragon's torso lit up like a christmas tree, it's ribs and the pattern of it's scales visible through even the clothes. A terrible scream that seemed to shift between a human scream, a thunderous roaring and an eye-shattering screeching filled the church. Despite being inherently tough creatures, the Dragon's because of their scales had been less exposed to pain than many other monsters, and as such were not used to it.

Lightning was reflected in Thor's blue eyes as he bared his teeth in a cruel smile, increasing the power of the lightning storm raging within his enemy. There was the familiar scent of burnt flesh in the air.

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[Safton]

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William's eyebrow arched slightly as Thor mentioned the lightning to Elijah. He turned toward his friend, but the man didn't seem fazed by the god's remark -- bearing the same resolute scowl as he maintained his white-knuckled grip on the sword's hilt to pin the dragon to the floor.

The Thundergod began his grisly work, both hunters watching on silently. Neither had much sympathy for the monster -- especially with the eviscerated body of the clergyman only a few feet away. However, it was never something either would enjoy watching; in any other situation Eli would shift uncomfortably at the unpleasant memories being dredged up by the display.

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Adelaide nodded. "Sure," she said softly. Having already cleaned her hands, she emptied the first aid kit onto the counter before grabbing a dark-colored bottle. She gave Brody another sympathetic smile before squirting a small amount of peroxide onto the wound, the liquid bubbling angrily on contact with the blood and torn flesh. With that done, she unwrapped a small, square-shaped pressure dressing, pressing it firmly against the wound before securing it in place with two adhesive strips.

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[Crono]

"You bet." He replied after being dragged off to the side, "And you call me if you need me." He flashed the man a small smile. "I'm not exactly going to be far." Chase offered with a gentle shrug, giving Emile's sides a goodbye pat before heading to the nearby stairs so the other man could fill in the rest of the pack members nearby who'd clearly been waiting to hear from him. The man glanced at his phone to see the text from the delivery driver telling him the food had been delivered to Vitae, so with that he started jogging down the road in the general direction of the gate. The man didn't make it halfway there before he passed Aaiden carrying bags, the two catching each others attention at the same time and meeting the same conclusion. Aaiden held out the two large bags for Chase to take, "I'm pretty sure these are yours. Feeding a group of wolves takes a lot of food huh?"

Chase couldn't help but chuckle as he carefully took the bags, placing both in one hand. "Nope, just one pregnant woman." His other hand was already digging for the wallet in his back pocket before being waved off by Aaiden who caught onto him. "Don't worry about paying, the colony's tab'll handle it." Chase knew that was typical hunter procedure but wasn't sure that still extended to him given circumstances of his exit from the colony. Aaiden seemed once again to catch onto the look, "Guess they expected you to start working again." Chase wasn't going to argue and simply thanked him before the two parted ways, Aaiden heading back to the gatehouse and Chase towards the clinic.

Ashley and Chase had been texting back and forth for weeks since the man had ended up at the campground with the pack. But beyond a few interactions since then the two hadn't actually around each other except in the company of a large group. Now that some of the pack had moved into Vitae along with Chase, he planned to change that. And what better way than with a heap of Chinese food, something she'd mentioned more times than he could remember. It was clear it was a pregnancy craving. He'd known she would likely either be at the clinic or at home, and seeing as the clinic was closest it made since to check. Once in the front doors he spotted the blonde hair and stepped up to the counter setting the two large bags on the flat surface with a smirk, "I know. I'm the best boyfriend you'll never have." The smell of the food wafting out, already doing it's thing and making him hungrier just by existing.
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[Alator]

There was sweat on the forehead of the Dragon and the monster looked both pale and dazed as Thor pulled out a bloody hand from it's chest. The Dragon slumped as much as Thor's grip and Elijah's sword allowed him, head hanging and breathing heavily. Thor grabbed it's chin and lifted it's head up to look at him, blood smearing across his face. A sensation that surely was nothing new to it, only this time it was Dragon blood. There was some time before anyone said anything, the only sound being the heavy breathing of the captive.

"Now you know what will happen if you refuse to answer my questions. And you do know that this will not end until I decide to end it. Now... What is your purpose here." Thor said, his eyes meeting those of the Dragon. The defiance had gone somewhat, whilst the accelerated healing had kicked in and the internal injuries were going away, the memory of the pain was not. And the monster was hesistant to feel it again. He spoke "We were sent here... To negotiate. My brother seeks allies. As he will seek the painful deaths of each and every one of you for killing me." The last words coming out almost like a hiss.

Thor ignored the last piece of defiance and asked "Who were you supposed to meet here?". The Dragon smiled but said nothing. It had given up on life, and seemed to have made up it's mind to spite it's killers as much as it could. Thor's grip around the Dragon's chin tightened and the creature winced, "WHO?" Thor demanded so loudly the church seemed to shake. A faint blue light flashing in his eyes, lightning crackling faintly from his fingers. The Dragon bared his teeth in what could have been a smile "Your world will burn, our numbers are growing, and our Father will soon return and reclaim his rightful place. My brother killed you once already and he shall do so again. We will not skulk in the shadows any longer, one by one you relics of the Old World shall be driven out and the humans will take their natural place beneath us. And from the ashes of this world we shall build a new one. Heaven has abandoned you, no help will come."

Seemingly unshaken Thor leaned forward and asked again, his voice low and dangerous "I shall ask you one more time, or you will meet an end so cruel the Devil himself will weep. Who did you call here?"

There was a sudden crack of thunder and the wind began howling. The Dragon smiled again "You shall find out soon I think.", and before Thor could shove his hand into the Dragon's chest again, the creature lunged his body forward, impaling himself on the sword. There was a small flash of light under the skin of the Dragon as he perished, the yellow eyes turning a sickly white. The Dragon collapsed onto his knees and fell sideways, the sharp blade sliding out as if his body had been made of warm butter, and lay still. Thor cursed, thinking he should have seen the manouver coming. His thoughts shifted however as there was another violent crack of thunder, and the air around them seemed uneasy.

"That was not me." He said, eyes up towards the ceiling as if he could see outside. He concentrated, trying to feel his surroundings. And there it was, something dark. It was quite unlike almost anything Thor had ever felt, whereas Adam's darkness came from a tortured mind and soul, this was something else. This was a cunning, calculating malice. "We should..." He managed, intending to to say 'We should go.', but realised he was unable to use his ability to teleport. Something had cast a powerful spell on the church whie they were busy interrogating the Dragon. Thor cast a glance at Will, his normally stoic face showing clear signs of unease, wondering if the Nephilim felt what he was feeling. As he looked, strange things began to happen. Crosses on the walls snapped upside down, windows depicting angels and other religios images began to crack.

Next to the altar, a marble statue of Mary began to weep blood.


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[Eliasdagood]

Ginny sighs softly, listening to him. “Gotcha. So… in that state, she’s probably going to be emotional. Probably not the best time to approach her, but we don’t have options.” Patience is going to be key, unfortunately. Ginny has a lot of things that could make her angry or defensive quickly. “I’ll just have to fake mental stability for a few minutes. I can do that.”
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[NanLia]

Brody grumbled lowly, wincing as he closed his eyes. The stinging slowly lessening over time until it faded entirely. He inhaled deeply, glancing to the witches face as she once more pressed fresh gauze to the wound. He said nothing as she worked at taping it in place and when she was done he nodded stiffly, sliding off the counter with a mumble of. "Thanks." He cautiously squeezed past her back into the main room to rifle through his bag and find a shirt to wear, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "We should wake her up." He said quietly. "To eat."
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Ashley-May glanced up from the administrative desk with the expectation that Sandy would step through and relieve her for the rest of her night. To her surprise and absolute pleasure she saw Chase striding through the doors instead. She grinned as he sauntered his way towards her, that grin becoming a squee of joy as he set down the bags. "Oh you know it." She crooned, leaning over the bags to spy within them. "And Elijah will never ever live it down." She laughed.

"I guess you settled in?" She asked, sitting back. "I'm so glad you're here, I have a wedding emergency and I need all the help I can get. Sandy should be here any second and then we can take this to go back to the house?"
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[Safton]

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Elijah thought he could see the dragon's will breaking at the punishment Thor had inflicted upon it, but the creature was resilient and defiant to the last. Just as Eli considered twisting the blade again to perhaps prompt more honesty from the reptile, the dragon's words hit him: Adam was seeking to add more members to his would-be coalition. As if Hypolyes' brood and the legions of Hell weren't enough. Any further reflection was interrupted as the captive impaled himself. Eli curled his lip, watching the monster expire and crumble away before flicking the blade clean of its blood.

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Will glanced up at his two companions, the dragon's warning that they would soon be meeting Adam's newest ally causing a shiver to run down his spine. As the sound of thunder rang out, he shot a questioning glance toward Thor only for the deity to remark that it wasn't him. The tingling sensation in Will's spine began to spread throughout his body and mind and he soon realized that it was his Grace that was responsible -- something... dark was on its way. He tightened his grip on the angel sword in his hand, spinning in circles as the cathedral became a house of horrors.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered beneath his breath, eyes scanning the dark recesses of the church as if the shadows held their intruder. Whatever it was, it clearly had Thor concerned -- which was reason enough for Will to worry.

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"Right," Adelaide said quietly, nodding at Brody's suggestion and shaking away the brief distraction that had settled over her thoughts. She moved over to the bed where Morgan dozed, leaning down to run a hand lightly along the wolf's cheek. "Réveille-toi, mon joli loup," she murmured softly. "How are you feeling? You hungry?"

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[Alator]

Thor closed his eyes, intently focusing on revealing the identity of the newly arrival. The list of the beings who could cause the extreme effects on the church was rather short. His eyes suddenly opened and he looked slightly alarmed, something extremely unsual for the Deity. He spoke in a hurried voice, knowing that they did not have much time before the source were upon them "It's Mephistopheles! I though he was dead, or buried somewhere in the deepest pits of Hell." With a complicated gesture of his hand, a rune etched itself into the door. Leaving a scorched mark. It was a hurried spell without preparation and would not last long, but it would buy them time. He led the two men away from the door, almost pushing them, towards the altar. There was a violent crash as some force on the other side tried to force the doors open, yet the spell held and they remained shut. The Deity spoke swiftly in a tone that suggested that was he said were no suggestions but orders "I will keep this honest and straight to the point for we have little time, we are dealing with the oldest Crossroads Demon in existence, he is the embodiment what many of you humans believe is Satan. And to my knowledge he has even helped himself to some of the souls he has damned over the millennia."

There was a violent burning sound as the rune on the door began to glow with a bright fiery light, some counterspell on the other side weakening it. Thor turned back to the two men "The truth is that we are unprepared for this and he is beyond both of you, even you William. I do not know if I can defeat him by myself, especially not without killing you two and half the city in the process. What I can hope for is to delay him. You have to try to weaken the spell, Will. It is aimed at me and a Nephilim should have an easier time. As for you Elijah..." Thor broke off as the doors slammed open in a most violent manner, and a gust of dread icy wind came through the door. With a last glance at Elijah, Thor finished "Pray.", not meaning the christian God.

The man who entered wore a pleasant smiles on his lips. He was middle-aged, bald, and had a small beard. While not himself being particularly threatening, especially with the seemingly friendly demeanor. There was something hard to place about him, something wrong, something in his gaze. The faintest hint of something ancient and ruthless, hidden beneath a nearly perfect facade that would otherwise give the impression of someone rather likeable. He wore dark jeans and a green shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Mephistopheles, for that was his true name, knelt down by the corpse of one of the Dragons and stuck a finger into it's wound. Not yet paying attention to the three living in the church. With almost childlike curiosity, he brought up his finger and smelled the rare blood, before wiping it off on his jeans.

Thor took a few steps forward to meet him, refusing to show any signs of fear. For he was the son of Odin, strongest of the Norse Gods! Feeling that if he had reason to be wary, so should the Demon. Having sated his curiosity, Mephistopheles rose. He spoke in a rather coarse but pleasant voice, one that seemed strangely familiar to anyone who listened to it, as if he had been an acquaintance of many years. "I knew you would come, well, maybe not you specifically - But a chance to slay a Dragon to hard to pass up on, no? You especially, you are drawn to glory like a moth to a distant moon, Pagan."

His eyes flickered over to Will and Elijah "Ah, I see you brought friends. Greetings Sir Davenport and Hendrix, it is my pleasure to meet you two. Though I am surprised you came, after all I find it hard to believe how your fiancé William, or your soon-to-be mother of a woman Elijah would allow you to be dragged off in the middle of the night to meddle in affairs so above your paygrade.". There was a faint flash of a sickly bright yellow in Mephistopheles eyes, almost green. And it was like staring into a deep abyss of despair that eluded understanding, there was a certain wrongness about it hard to place, and even Thor felt an unpleasant sensation.

The Deity retorted "It does not surprise me, that a glorified conman would spend hours talking, before getting to the real point of why he was there.", but in his voice was a wariness, as if he was prepared for a brutal strike that would come any second.

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