Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[NanLia]

Ashley-May

She inhaled sharply as she nearly collided with Julia, she hadn't expected to see the doctor this soon, honestly not until later this afternoon. It typically meant the worst of scenarios had occurred and she could feel her heart thumping in her chest. She listened, or rather, half listened, as Julia rang out the list of injuries she and Mac could not have seen at the gates. The entire time the doctor spoke to her Ashley was looking for her tell. Everyone had one: even the most professional. Their signature go to, when an uncomfortable conversation was about to start. For herself, it was always tucking her hair behind her ears.

She knew this conversation. She felt herself go cold and distant as Julia continued in her monotone voice.

"We almost lost him."

Her eyes widened and a smile broke across her face, he lived! She hadn't been sure that he would, she had kept all her doubts and feelings hidden; she couldn't let Mac see or she'd know and there would be no way she could hid it from Will. She sighed in relief, shocked that she had been holding her breath.

"Is that Ms. 'Hash' out there?"

She squealed, it was the only way to describe the high pitched 'squeee' that came from her throat, just before she laughed and yelled back. "It's bubble and squeak, and you'll be eating until you're sick of it!" She turned her grin to Will, who had been standing up from his waiting chair to wave him over; there was no way Julia was going to stop them from seeing Elijah now.

Mackenzie

She watched as Ashley spoke with the doctor; she knew her partner well and from what she could tell the conversation had not been going well. Her heart sunk as she rose from her chair, staying close to Will's side ready and prepared for the worst.

Instead she was shocked to hear a noise she had never heard Ashley make and listened with confusion as she called to someone in the back room. A hopeful smile came to hear features, but she was nudging Will forward, absolutely certain Ashley would not be calling him forward to something bad.

"Go." She encouraged, she knew how painful this was for him, she understood how concerned he'd been, waiting and not knowing.

Safton

 

[NanLia]

Clinic Nurse

She frowned as she heard Solomon speak of dark beings and demons mistaking him for family and gently pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. With a frown she withdrew, no sign of fever, but he was speaking nonsense, at least it was that to her. "Alright, Mr. David. You'll be safe enough here from demons and the like." She wouldn't comment on dark beings on the horizon, but she offered him a comforting smile.

She was about to say more when she heard and ungodly noise from the other side of the privacy wall, "Sorry about that." She said, leaning aside to try and see who Julia was speaking to. "Someone just got good news. They'll be quiet soon enough, and you'll get some rest." She turned back to focus on him once more. "Was there anything I could get for you? In the meantime?"

St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

Solomon couldn't help but smile as the gleeful squeal echoed through the building. It was nice to know that it wasn't just his day that was going well. Looking over to the nurse Solomon said, " I'd like it if you could bring me my knife and ring, but as I'm sure my having a knife might complicate things just my ring and something to write with?" Solomon asked as he situated himself in his bed. His body still ached all over from overuse, but it wasn't anything a good night's rest couldn't cure. " Also if you could pass along to someone with leadership that I need to speak with him I would be very grateful."
NanLia

 

[Crono]

Joe Keaton​

Currently Joe wasn't allowed to leave, likely because Ashley might try to prevent him until he was back to 100% and Chase had taken the vehicle so he'd be walking and Joe was no fool. So he'd make the best of it. So while the blonde and angel went tot he back he decided to make himself comfortable, and Ashley had been right..these chairs were the superior chairs. Resting his head back Joe took a look around the room as someone called from the back area causing a rather dreary and quiet room to become one with smiles and hope. Joe was glad to see a win, with what had been going on lately at the colony the morale could probably use it.



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Chase Keaton​

Chase left Vitae, unknown to him was the fact that he'd passed a family of Werewolves on the way out, and maybe if he'd had the window down he would have caught a whiff but the windows were up and the AC was blasting because Chase was readying to hunt and his body was giving off heat from the lust to feed.

Once far enough down the road Chase veered off into the less dense forested part of the nearby forest. It was the opposite direction from Vitae than when he and Joe had the run-in with the wolves last time. The last thing he needed was having that happen while he was caught with his pants down alone and in the open. He'd be hunting and feeding and therefore distracted, especially after waiting so long.​

Stepping out of the Toyota and onto the grassy area, having parked in some trees Chase let out an excited huff whilst stripping. For a moment things were quiet and he was alone, something that hadn't been possible lately since coming to the colony. He hadn't realized that he was missing such things until now as he prepared. Nose already sniffing the air in hopes of catching the scent of maybe a deer. Animal hearts weren't tasty by any means, but they did the job of sating his hunger. Didn't mean he didn't have a particular liking towards certain animals than others. After shifting the Wolf bolted into the forest, heading for the thicker underbrush.​

 

[Safton]

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William was practically sprinting forward before he even realized it. He finally released his grip on Mackenzie's hand -- more out of concern for not bowling her over than impatience. Passing through the doors to the recovery ward, his eyes moved between Ashley and the head nurse before settling on the room behind them. Without hesitation, he walked inside to lay his eyes on his best friend, laying in a bed and hooked up to a multitude of monitoring machines. His eyes opened weakly, settling on Will as he stood in the doorway. Slowly, a smile formed. "Hey, Sarge. If you came to patch me up, I'm afraid someone beat you to it this time," he remarked.

William grinned, approaching the side of the bed. Elijah attempted to raise his arm, managing to only lift it a few inches from the bed and form a fist. Will made one of his own, bumping it. "How're you feeling?" he asked.

"Fine. Just enjoying Vitae's... hospitality," he said, his voice trailing off. "They're... good people."

"Good drugs, you mean," Will remarked with a smirk. Elijah gave his best attempt at a noncommittal shrug. Will scrutinized him clinically. He couldn't help it. His friend's skin was pale, drained of pallor. Several bandages were visible. He was receiving a blood transfusion even now. His eyes flicked toward the EKG, watching the readout.

"You're not as subtle as you think you are," Eli said suddenly, catching Hendrix's full attention. "I said I'm fine. The Trial's over, I take it?" Elijah asked.

"It is. Pan's left... for now. Vitae is safe for the time being, thanks to you. Mackenzie and Ashley-May stabilized you at the gates and the clinic staff did the rest. There's a few other things to discuss... but that can come later. For now there's a couple of other people who want to see you, then you should really get some rest," Will said, his smile returning as he began to take a step back from the bed before pausing. "I'm glad you're all right. I need you to have my back out there."

Davenport managed a meager smile of his own. "Always. And I thought..." he said, struggling momentarily to maintain his voice. "...we agreed none of this sappy talk?"

Will nodded. "Yeah, we're both shit at it," he replied with a chuckle. "One sec." Hendrix made his way to the doorway, peeking out to wave Ashley and Mac inside. As he did so, Elijah gathered his strength to call out again, "Is Feathers out there? Tell him to get in here and get on with the 'laying on of hands'!"

NanLia
Nidelia

 

[Queen_Liyah]

Daniel nodded at what Bart was saying and he turns to the kids saying "Let me go park the car by the barracks over there and I'll meet you here", Before he could turn around Daniella grabbed onto his arm and says "Let me come with you". He looked up at Jackson and he nods at her request and he sighs "Yes come on". We were walking down the block to go get our car and she says "Why are we here dad". The one question I didn't want her to answer, if he told her that it was the best option and he can't protect them anymore than I would be a lie. "I wanna know, you can always tell Jack stuff but not me, so I'm going to ask again. Why are we here". He looked up at her and says "We can't keep doing this, living in hotels, eating take out everyday fake credit cards, we need to settle down Daniella, and plus I won't be around forever and I don't want you to be out on your own that's why I answered to the call". She went silent and she was like the whole way driving back to a parking spot.

While Daniella and his dad went out to go grab the car and he was standing here with Larissa and he saw that she couldn't fully trust him yet, but it's good to have a friend around here at Vitae, since they really didn't have friends because they were mostly going on hunting trips to help out people with his family and that's what it takes to protect his family than he stopped the social life. He saw Bart walking past and ran up to him and says "I have a question, how do you know my father so well?" ​

NanLia

 

[NanLia]

Clinic Nurse

The nurse gave Solomon a small chuckle at his simple request. "Ring and knife, I can do. As for someone of importance." She rolled her eyes, releasing his hand and leaning down to retrieve the mans items, clothing included, from a clear plastic bag beneath the bed; typical hospital procedure, this way anywhere the patient was wheel in their bed, their items went with them. She set the bag on the table beside him as she started to untie the knot. "So far, since I've started working here, oh.... fifteen years ago, those in leadership really only come to visit new hunters if they're young pretty-looking girls." She turned a knowing look at the man in the bed before continuing. "And you're neither of those."

Soon enough she fished out his requests: a ring and the knife, setting both on the table within reach of him before re-tying the bag and returning it beneath his bed. It seemed that the noise from just a few minutes ago settled, and she patted the man's arm once more. "Alright I'll see what I can do about finding that person of importance, you rest and I'll send in some food later." She certainly was not about to take no for an answer, and as such, headed for the slight opening between privacy screens.​

Ashley-May

She watched Will disappear into the back room, wanting nothing more than to follow him through but she knew Eli was not her partner, really only a hunter she had met recently. She had grown a fond liking for both him and Will, and honestly could consider them family, at least a close kinship given what they'd been through recently. She waited, as patiently as she could, glancing back to Mac as she came to wait with her. Neither could hear what the two men spoke of, the door having closed behind Will, but when it re-opened and they were beckoned within she heard Eli asking about feathers and healing.

Wide eyes glanced to Alaric briefly at the nickname Eli had given the angel but she controlled her laughter, knowing Alaric likely hated it. She very nearly bounced her way into the recovery room, coming along side of Eli and immediately taking his hand within both of her hands. "Hey stranger." She said, attempting to keep herself quiet. "How you doing?"​

Mackenzie

Mackenzie followed Ashley though the doorway into the makeshift recovery ward, dark eyes watched Eli cautiously from a distance. She was delighted to see the Brit was already, awake and on the road to recovery, but she still felt the weight and guilt of his condition. If she had been better at being an Oracle, better at understanding the Visions Hypnos supplied her she could have avoided this, just like she could have avoided Will being trapped in the song.

That knowing feeling was returning to her, despite the enochian wards scrawled on her inner arm, she could tell there was a god nearby. Eyes traveled around the room, her smile fading. She knew this god, Pan. She wandered, away from Elijah's bedside she watched a nurse exit from another person's 'room' catching a glimpse of a man within. Mac waited until the nurse was out of sight before heading to the same curtain and pull it aside; she did not care for the mans personal space. Her dark eyes regarded him coldly. "How?" She frowned, confused. "Where is he? Where is the god?"​

Bart

Bart watched Wells and his daughter head back to the car to bring it to the barracks when he heard the man's son question him. "We're hunters, boy." He said simply, like that should be enough of an answer. "You want to know how I know about your dad and your mom, you ask him." He was certainly not about to bring himself into someone else's family shit. He had enough handling Anna when she was drinking and Maxwell when Anna was drinking. Neither were his kids, but he had certainly trained them, and their drama was enough for a lifetime in his opinion.​

Safton Nidelia St. Boethius Queen_Liyah

 

[St. Boethius]

Solomon smiled as he put on his ring and sheathed his knife asthe nurse left him to rest. He figured a good nap would do him some good before proceeding forward with anything else. However it seemed like it wasn't in his fate to rest as just a few moments after the nurse left him some girl, a young woman really, came storming into his curtained off area asking about Pan.

Solomon looked at her as if she was crazy. Perhaps he could play it off, but then again how did she know about Pan? " How about we start with our names first huh? My name is Solomon David, what is yours?" Solomon asked looking the woman over and noticing her.., rather strange aura. " Or rather... what are you? Demigod? Pagan? Angel?" That's when Solomon noticed the scrawling on her arm, " I see your enochian isn't the best. Your syntax is way off. You can't just string words together like that." Solomon said as he began lecturing her at this point.
NanLia

 

[Crono]

It hadn't taken long at all for the wolf to find himself deep in the wooded area, having sprinted without purpose for a time. There were other ways to get animal hearts, but it wasn't the same as hunting his own. Chase would never admit to Joe just how much he enjoyed these times where he'd get lost in some wooded area whilst looking for prey, there was some sort of clarity that came with it. He himself had come to the conclusion that it was something to do with how Werewolves ticked, sating that bloodlust itch was one thing but the moments leading to it were different. He always felt there was always irony in his name being Chase, because he enjoyed the chase. That final moment when both predator and prey become known to each other and the adrenaline starts flowing.

The wolf's senses flared the moment he caught the scent trail of what he'd describe as a sheep, but not exactly. Instead of his brain trying to think on Nebraska's possible wildlife Chase followed after the scent with newfound interest. Trudging along the forest was quiet except for the occasional chirp or call of a bird in the trees. That was until, something a little louder than a bird made a noise, something more hoarse and guttural. And by the direction of the noise and the scent he was following it would seem Chase had come to find his pray quicker than he'd expected.

Chase slipped quietly through some bushes until he had eyes on three sheep with curved horns that he knew were Bighorn Sheep. Admittedly he had few firsts when it came to hearts in the last few years, but this would be another first, he'd never crossed paths with these creatures on his travels with his father. Or at least not as a Wolf. Though he suspected the taste wouldn't be too different from your average sheep. But Chase tried to enjoy the little things. A noise from further into the forest momentarily startled the sheep, Chase too though on a smaller level, but it was enough to send the prey moving parallel towards his bush. Before they got too near Chase swiftly ran out of the bush, bee-lining for the nearest of the three animals who found themselves once again startled and attempting to flee.​

 

[Safton]

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Elijah returned the smile, looking up at Ashley-May. "Me? I feel great. The drugs are seeing to that," he said jokingly, gesturing to the intravenous bag to his left that he was connected to. Looking back at Ashley, his tone became more serious. "More importantly, I'm alive. I hear I have you to thank for that, by the way." Eli paused, clearing his throat. "So... thank you."

Will leaned against the wall opposite Elijah's bed, watching the exchange with a smile, arms crossed. He was beyond relieved to see Elijah alive and essentially coherent, but he knew the man wasn't out of the woods by a long shot. Will hoped Alaric could help in that regard. More to the point, his relief was tempered by the fact that he couldn't look at Eli and not think of the fact that he had been a part of it. Pan had seen to that, just to spice up his little game. It wasn't something Will would forget anytime soon... nor forgive. Mackenzie's plan was sounding better and better by the minute. Glancing idly over, he frowned when he saw that Mac was nowhere to be seen. Stepping toward the doorway, he glance down the hallway toward the waiting room. Nothing. Looking in the other direction, he spotted her standing in another partitioned patient "room", addressing someone inside.

He approached slowly, looking over her shoulder to see the man inside. He didn't look familiar. "Mac?"


NanLia
St. Boethius

 

[NanLia]

The Pack 'Courir de Nuit'

Chase's presence within the forest surrounding Vitae would not go unnoticed for long. First hints of his scent in the wind brought the attention of the pack's outlaying scouts. Interest peaked further after hearing rumor of the human-wolf alpha that had managed to coerce Brody and Douglas the night previous. What were the odds this human wolf would returning to the woods and challenge their Alpha? Those of the pack's inner circle, his Beta and Guardians didn't seem bothered, but given the size of Emile's pack, gossip and rumors could not be avoided. Even now they were stalking Chase, wanting to get closer and peer upon the wolf from the colony, get a better scent of him, see what he was doing.​

Ashley-May

Ashley laughed glancing at the liquid pain relievers Elijah was receiving. "Oh, yea?" She smirked rather cockily. "Do you think they'll work better on you as a truth serum than Mac?" She was far from serious at the question, really once was enough in this life-time. No more prying into legacy hunters deep dark corners. He suddenly became serious, but she could hardly take him that way, it was evident the drugs were working quite well given the dilation of his pupils and the slight slur of his speech. "Really, I didn't do much but wrap you up to get you here." She said modestly. She wouldn't take any credit for skill, this had been sheer damned God-given luck so far as she was concerned.

She was aware of Mac and Will having moved off, but she couldn't fathom the cause. She looked over his monitors carefully, slightly elevated blood pressure, and she twitched a frown. "Alright, you need to sleep." She said, looking back down at the man with a smile. "But I promise you this, you'll be up soon enough giving me crap about my American food." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Sit tight, we'll come see you again, alright?"​

Mackenzie

Mackenzie frown, eyes narrowing at the man first scolded her on etiquette and swiftly followed up with a chastising about her runes, all the while he hadn't answered her question. She watched him warily, refusing to move within the screened frame of his room, but she wouldn't back down, certainly not knowing the god was near by. The one that had done this to Eli, to Will. "Mackenzie." She said stiffly as an introduction, she certainly was not about to be friendly. Somehow he could identify her as an Oracle, or at least knew she was something of the like, but she wouldn't reply, not yet.

William was coming up beside her and she knew she wouldn't have long before either he was fully involved or he was dragging her away. "Where is he?" She said again. "Where is the god?" It was interesting to find the name of the runes she had scrawled; Hypnos had not been forthcoming with details, or perhaps they were locked away somewhere within and she hadn't unearth them yet. Either way she was aware she would be questioning him further, if he remained within the colony.​

Crono Safton St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

Solomon smiled when she finally relented and gave her name, " Well then Mackenzie why do you want his location? I can assure you he won't be causing problems for you and yours anymore." Solomon then began a coughing fit and wiped the blood from his hand onto his hospital gown. Clearing his throat Solomon began to speak again, " now if you don't mind I'd like some rest. That goat gave me more trouble than I thought." Solomon had muttered the last sentence to himself before lying back down in his bed.
Solomon had paid the man that entered no heed. At least this person knew some manners.
NanLia Safton

 

[Safton]

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Elijah smiled, returning the squeeze as well as he could in his current state. "I'm... holding you to that," he said, faintly, his eyelids already drooping as his grip on Ashley's hand weakened. His head slowly lolled to one side on the pillow as he slipped into sleep. Julia, having returned to stand patiently in the doorway, slipped quietly inside to approach the bed and attend to checking his vitals, more out of procedure than anything. "We'll take care of him. Come by any time that you like," she whispered to Ashley.

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Will's eyes flicked between Mackenzie and the man in the bed, who by all appearances had become the subject of an interrogation by her. She was asking him about a god and the man's reply didn't suggest ignorance... or innocence. Especially the remark about a goat -- that could only refer to one god William knew all too well. Hendrix clenched his jaw at the scene, considering their options. At the end of the day, he was a patient. Interrogating him in the middle of Vitae's Clinic would probably bring them the wrong kind of attention. Still, Mac clearly thought he important enough to risk it and he trusted her judgement.

"We'd be happy to leave you in peace if you give us any information you have," Will said, keeping his tone measured and just short of polite. It was a long time since he'd played the "good cop", but everything was relative these days.


NanLia
St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

Solomon began coughing more violently for a some reason he couldn't explain. To him if felt as if his energy was being sapped away from him. He hadn't wrote anything within the seal that required he feed it power to keep it active so why was he feeling this way. Perhaps it was the stress of having to keep the newly sealed god from acting out. Even as they spoke he could feel Pan trying to break free from his seal. The seal was still new and untested, so the last thing Solomon needed was for Pan to test it's limits like he was. Especially considering he couldn't say the incantation to quell the god in front of the two people who had begun interrogating him.

After his coughing finally subsided Solomon looked between the two of them with a bit of disdain, " I've been running from demons since the Apocalypse happened and the Men of letters were scattered. I answer YOUR call for help only to be attacked and marked by some sort of Goat, and now I'm being interrogated without rest? I don't know what you two think you're doing, but you need to reevaluate what your security around here. If you've got Satyrs running around in your forest you're going to be ill prepared for the darkness over the horizon." Solomon said before falling into another coughing fit.

Until he could confirm who these too were he wasn't about to let them know that he had bound a god in his knife. Especially when the woman was acting the way she was. For all he knew she could be a witch working with the Colony and he wasn't about to let just anyone look at his magic.
NanLia Safton

 

[Crono]

The aftermath of the attack on the bighorn sheep left one of the mammals bloodied and lifeless. The animal was on it's side with a messy bloody hole in it's chest where Chase had quite literally chewed his way to the heart. The wolf stood nearby licking it's bloody lips, glancing at the corpse. Depending on the area and circumstances Chase had been known to bury the bodies of some of his prey in the event anyone with the know-how stumbled across it and might lead them to know a Werewolf was in the area. This time he decided to leave the corpse for the birds and other wildlife, even if someone spotted it there wasn't really a problem since everyone knew there was a pack nearby, it'd be blamed on them.

Feeling far more relaxed and satiated he started trotting away, from the smell of it there was a stream nearby and he'd like to not only get a drink but wash his bloody snout off. Sure enough he crossed a stream moments later, moving to the edge he peered down at his reflection momentarily then he took a few laps of the cold and refreshing water.

Afterwards Chase would take one quick instinctive glance around before shifting back to his human form, the blood carrying over on his face and chest. The man shoved both hands into the stream and started splashing water on his face and rubbing the blood off. Cleaning himself was quicker in this form, and he'd rather do it now than when he got back to the vehicle, not to mention while it was still fresh.​

 

[NanLia]

The Pack 'Courir de Nuit'

The pack followed and watched at a distance quickly discovering this was not the human-alpha from the Hunt with the god, but the other. The one that had attacked their sister pack, their allies. He had killed two of their pack and escaped with the dead one. Interest certainly had no subsided, only grew with this knew knowledge and understanding. Messages were relayed, to the Alpha and his Beta; knowledge of the colonies wolf hunting, killing in their territory. The hunt the night before had been dismal, there had been no reward for the hours of chasing and playing with the prey! They wanted blood, they wanted Chase.

Émile - Pack Alpha

Émile and Malcolm had been stalking their own deer, more for sport than the necessity to eat or devour a heart; that need became less and less the more they remained was wolves than humans. The first signals of an intruder within the woods came. Malcolm had been certain that human would have made it back to the colony by now, instead they were greeted with the images of another wolf, the one that had eluded the pack previously.

He was small, and his hunting skills mediocre, from what the pack relayed to Émile, but the decision was not difficult to make or hard to relay. Bring him.

Ashley-May

Ashley smiled watching Elijah nod off, waiting for Julia to complete her survey before nodding. As much as she wanted to sit at his side and care for him she was well aware he was in far better hands with the staff than her own. Reluctantly she released his hand, taking care to tuck the blankets back around him, before heading back out to the clinic waiting room. She had not seen where Will and Mac and left to, for the moment she was interested to see if Joe was still within the Clinic. Yet another patient for her to take care of; at least this one would walk with her back to the barracks.

Mackenzie

Mackenzie had been rankled when the man had dismissed her previously but very thankful Will understood the importance of the information this man held. Much more, it was clear he was ill, possibly dying and if he knew about gods, how to control them as he was, then she needed to know this too. She stepped further within the room as he mentioned the coming darkness. It shocked her that he knew, when clearly Hypnos had only discovered the truth the night before.

"The thing in the Abyss?" She asked suddenly, thoughts or care of vengeance over Pan were gone for the moment, something far more dangerous was on it's way, she knew. If he knew about this it was possible to get information that wasn't clouded in a gods thoughts. "I'm an Oracle." She said finally, pointing to the wards she'd scrawled. "I didn't know what these were called until you told me, but my god saw the Abyss, he knew what was in it, but he didn't tell me. Do you know what's coming?"

As much as she wanted to know about capturing a god and binding it, this was far more important.

Crono Safton St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

Well at the very least that got her off the topic of Pan. Though Solomon would have rather saved that but of information if it got her off his back so he could sleep it didn't matter at this point. Not to mention all the new information she was spouting off so casually. It was enough to make Solomon's head spin. Oracle?Abyss? What was she talking about?

"Calm down Mackenzie. You already know more than I do. I just happened to pick up on some chatter while I scrying for information about a demon that had been following me. All I got from it was that some god was worried about a beast cloaked in darkness waking up. That it would mean the end of humanity." Solomon explained already way past his limit. He was visibly pale and barely able to keep himself awake.
"Please... let me rest." Solomon pleaded, he could barely keep Pan at bay at this point and the last thing he needed was to be labeled a threat by the Colony
NanLia Safton

 

[Safton]

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William's jaw tightened as the man replied, essentially pleading with the two of them at this point. Hendrix had no idea what the two of them were talking about -- the Abyss? -- and it was something he'd have to cover with Mac later. But, for the time being... the man seemed earnest enough. Whether or not that meant he a friend or worthy of their trust was another matter, but Will couldn't see any good coming from attempting to push him any further for now. If they let up for the time being, he might be more inclined to willingly share with them later on... and in a more appropriate locale.

Hendrix turned to Mackenzie, clearing his throat lightly. "Maybe we should let him have his rest. Collect his thoughts?" he said, his tone quiet and impassive. He hoped she would go along with the change in demeanor.


NanLia
St. Boethius

 

[Crono]

Chase stood and stepped back from the bank of the stream, water dripping off his body while he turned around. Momentarily he considered his options, and while he could just go back there was no reason he had to. Elijah was injured, sure, but Chase couldn't do anything for him. Joe was being Joe, and the Colony was calming from Pan's panic stricken trials. These were the excuses Chase gave himself for feeling no reason to rush back, besides there was no way to know when the next time he'd be able to get this far out and stretch his legs.

Pausing for the moment Chase shifted back to his four-legged form, turning his head up slightly to smell the air before jogging away from the steam at a steady pace before picking up to a faster speed. His vehicle was to the East though Chase was headed more North for the time being. The only hint of predator he'd managed to smell was a mountain lion whose trail he avoided purposefully.

Not long after he maneuvered around the trail Chase slowed his pace considerably in a moment of confusion until he was standing still. The chirps and songs from the feathered creatures overhead that he'd been listening to earlier were now silent. Never a good sign. Maybe it had something to do with Pan but Chase knew not to screw around, when a forest goes quiet you get out. Nature doesn't screw around. So with little to no hesitation he turned back east and started moving, keeping his nose up for a familiar scent to follow back to his ride home.

NanLia ​

 

[NanLia]

Émile - Pack Alpha

Émile found himself and Malcolm at the beginning of Chases' long winding trail through the woods, once hearing of his presence from the pack members Émile had made a point to find where he had come from. It was no surprise to either of the wolves to find the Toyota parked in the trees. Émile approached it immediately, not concerned with any one else waiting for the wolf: he knew by scent the wolf was alone, as well Malcolm was now taking a winding circuit around the vehicle, through the underbrush and foliage searching for any other lingering scents.

The sight of the vehicle in the woods annoyed him, metal and oil among the greenery was off putting. Who does he think he is? He gave an annoyed grumble coming closer to her vehicle. Various things crossed his mind, how to perhaps prevent this from occurring a second time, one of them theft, but for the time being he would need to speak more to this Lost Wolf, find out his reasons for being at Vitae. Why had the humans accepted his presence when they thwarted his own?

He shifted, changing forms back into that of a human, stretching with a groan, it had been hours now and being human was almost a disappointment. It had it's benefits, without a doubt, but it was ... restricting. Walking up to the passenger door the took the handle and lifted. A grin spreading across his face with a chuck. "t'ant pis pour toi!" The door opened allowing him access into the car. Not much to be noted, he came to see, though upon digging through the items in the back seat he came across some clothing. Finding himself a pair of track pants he slipped them on over his large frame, digging out the jeans and shirt Chase had been wearing before he had gone on his run.

Émile was aware of another predominant scent within the vehicle, a human. Clearly this one had knowledge of Chase's true nature, he found remnants of the wolfs blood within the truck-car hybrid as well, likely from his last encounter with Émile's sister pack and current allies. Stepping back from the truck, jeans in hand he closed the door and made his way round to the front of it, choosing to lean back against the front grill, tossing the jeans on the ground near by. It was time he had a chat with this lone wolf, bring him under reign.

Malcolm returned from his search, evidently coming up with nothing needed, he too changed and stood off to the side, quietly waiting.

Mackenzie

Mackenzie immediately disliked the man in the bed, he had information and he with held it, then told her to calm down? If he even had the slightest of ideas what was coming, that the gods were terrified of whatever it was, he would be the one needing to calm down. She was about to tell him as much when she heard Will clear his throat, pulling her from her angered thoughts, her dark eyes turned to look to him as he spoke. She frowned, at first not catching what he wanted of her, she went to argue, lips parted but instead she nodded slowly. Taking a final glance towards Solomon now resting in bed, she turned and headed back out where they had come from.

Instead of heading out through the front, she stepped through the doors at the back, the way Elijah had taken her when the mob had been after her. She didn't want to run into Ashley, not yet. She was still annoyed with her partner's behavior from the night before. She knew Will would follow her out and so she waited for him to clear the door and for it to close before she spoke.

"Why did you stop me?" She asked, honestly confused. "He knows about Pan. The god is in there, some where and he has him pinned." She wanted, she needed the knowledge he had, she needed to know how to do what it was he did so she could protect the colony, protect Will from any further gods influence. She didn't stop herself from reaching for his hand once more, finding comfort and solace in his touch. "We should be get to the meeting, before Brendan comes back for us....again."

The Pack 'Courir de nuit'

The pack followed Chase, at a distance, keeping wary of the new wolf in their woods. Messages had been relayed, not words but impressions, from their Alpha. He wanted the loner. A game! Bring the wolf to the Alpha! The pack worked smoothly and seamlessly together, knowing what each the other would do and when. Years upon years of working together, living together. They moved as one, they thought as one. Silently through the woods, they encompassed Chase as he had already turned back towards where the Alpha would be waiting.

A noise from the underbrush on the right: the rustling of leaves, one of the younger wolves becoming impatient, wanting to get out an run, chase the wolf that invaded their territory.

They would need to compensate, if the loner stopped now to turn and fight their Alpha would not be pleased. A twig snapping directly behind him with a soft yip. The game was a foot! Bursting from the bushes darted a brindle colored wolf, crossing Chase's path directly behind his back legs, even so much as to snap her teeth at him before ducking back into the underbrush on the other side of the game trail. Another yip from behind, the pack found humor in her antic's even if their Alpha would not.

Safton Crono

 

[Alator]

Thor grimaced as he felt a certain presence, or rather the absence of a certain presence. Being the one that once had cast her down to Niflheim, he kept an eye on her to make sure that she remained there to attend to her duties as the godess of death. He would have to investigate this himself, with the exception of a few gods like Tyr, Thor was the only Norse god that Hel would heed. It did not take long for him to sense where she were. Hades... It must be something of great importance then. He thought to himself, realising that a trip to the Underworld was in order. The Underworld was a dark place that Thor only visited when he needed to, and he hoped he would not have to stay long.

He first noticed Hel, then he saw Hades "Hel, I noticed that you were no longer in Nifelheim, what brings you here?" he said, his voice full of authority. Hel turned around, and upon seeing Thor she took a step back, saying that she feared him was maybe an overstatement, but she was wary of him "Hades requested my presence, he was about to tell me why." she responded. Thor looked to Hades "Greetings Hades, it's been a long time. I am curious too what was so urgent that Hel here needed to leave Niflheim."

St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

Hades turned when he heard the familiar voice of Thor entering his palace. " Ah, Welcome Thor, though I wasn't expecting you." Hades said giving a look to Hel. He had next to no dealings with Thor in their mutually long lives, but Hel had spoken of him. It seemed to Hades that Thor was basically Zeus. Especially at this point considering he was now King. That was all it would take for Hades not to like Thor, but he had more pressing issues to deal with.

"As I was just about to explain to my sister, Ever since the Apocalypse came and went the seal on the First Sin has been steadily weakening. To make matters worse it seems that a mortal organizations, Minotaur, is actively trying to free it." Hades said as he pulled out the Key of the Abyss and the gate appeared in front of the gods. Overlaying the gate was an intricate pattern of Sigils laid there by the Archangels. It was plain to see that the Sigils were deteriorating. " I've had my lieutenant Hypnos periodically pouring his power into the Abyss to keep it asleep. However my concern is that organization. They've already kidnapped Hypnos's wife and thanks to that they know where Persephone is. I called Hel here to get her opinion on what should be done."

 

[Crono]

One moment Chase assumed he was alone moving through the forest, the next he'd caught the scent of another wolf. Before he could even comprehend what it meant he came to realize it was more than one. Whoever it was had clearly been moving with stealth, but now they weren't as caring. The yip's and noises caused Chase to nearly stumble as he pushed his four legs faster, he was beginning to panic. A pack of Werewolves had him likely surrounded and right on his tail, and escaping was his only chance. Momentarily he cursed the curse that forced him to devour hearts, turns out it would indeed be the death of him.

Dammit, dammit, dammit!

He could hear them running on either side of him, keeping up and staying in whatever position they had going. One moved in and snapped at his heels, a move Chase assumed was going to be the take-down but wasn't. He'd reacted with a growl and half snap back though he'd not slowed in doing so. Chase's paws pounded the ground as he willed himself to pick up the pace. The wolf's mind raced on how he'd escape this particular predicament, there was no telling just how many of them there were so fighting was a negative. Running for the colony or just running til he lost them was viable but to be honest he suspected that with their numbers he wouldn't make it. Which meant his ride was the only shot Chase had at making it out, he just had to be quick enough to get out of there before they could prevent him from driving away.

Now with a plan he sprinted with renewed vigor. Oddly enough it was the one direction they weren't blocking him from going. At one point he'd attempted to veer off only to be herded back in the previous direction by snarling. And it didn't occur to Chase until they were closing in on the Toyota that these wolves had yet to even make a move on him thus far, they were toying with him before finishing the job. This only served to fuel him further.

Well, at least until he burst through into the less dense clearing of trees he'd left the vehicle in. Where he got a nose-full of a scent that sent a shiver down his spine. An Alpha. Ahead was the Toyota, along with one man in front and one more to the side of it. One glance over his shoulder told Chase that he was no longer being pursued, he'd reached the destination that everyone including himself seemed to want him at. Chase slowed down as he neared them, knowing full well that if he ran he'd be stopped by the pack likely waiting in the woods.

The wolf padded nervously closer to the man who was clearly the Alpha, the arrogant smirk on the older mans face wasn't the only dead giveaway. Chase was growling low and defensively, officially a cornered animal. But the sight of his pants on the ground between them told Chase that the Alpha wanted to speak first, the pants were his way of telling Chase to shift into his human form without words. But in this moment with adrenaline still pumping through his veins he hesitated.
NanLia ​

 

[Safton]

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William could see the conflict etched on Mackenzie's features as she looked back at the bedridden man. He expected an argument, a refusal. He nearly breathed a sigh of relief when she finally nodded, turning on her heel to leave the room with one final glance backward. Will followed her, sparing a moment to look in on Elijah, sleeping peacefully. With a reassured smile, he nodded to himself before heading out the rear of the Clinic to meet up with Mackenzie. Stepping outside, the door had barely shut behind him when she spoke: "Why did you stop me? He knows about Pan. The god is in there, some where and he has him pinned."

Will nodded his understanding as he leaned against the wall of the Clinic, taking Mac's offered hand in his own with a smile. "I get it. I wasn't trying to undermine you. I want to know whatever it is that he knows as bad as you do, trust me. But if there was an angry god manifesting in there, wouldn't we have noticed?" he asked, his tone measured and patient.

"They have plenty of powers, but subtlety doesn't seem to be one of them," he added with a smile. "I know you can... sense these things. More than I ever could. But from what I could see, that guy -- whoever he is -- is no friend of Pan's. I'm thinking that makes him a potential ally for us. We cut him some slack now... and maybe we end up earning more with honey than vinegar in the long run."

Will paused to glance at his watch. "Damn it. You're right. We'd better get there early or Brendan will have search parties out for us." He squeezed Mac's hand gently, beginning to lead the way toward the meeting place.


NanLia
St. Boethius

 

[Queen_Liyah]

"You want to know how I know about your dad and your mom, you ask him.". Jackson nodded at Bart for his response, he knew that it was best to hear it form his father but he likes to keep things to himself. Sometimes Jackson feels like his father doesn't want him and Daniella to know his past for some reason but at the end of the day he will be determine to find out what his past is. While waiting for his father and his sister, and they finally pulled up Daniella looked pissed off and their father looking down. "Is everything alright". Daniella just looked up at me and walks towards the other direction, while shaking her head.

Daniella wanted the lying to stop with her father, she wanted him to be open with her and stop hiding things from her and her brother. Heck her and her brother are the same freaking age and he still can't tell her things about his past or anything for that matter she had enough of it. When her dad parked the car, she was the first one out of here and started walking ahead to not see her father. Once her brother came into view and he asked what was wrong she walked away and saw that the two of them were following her, she saw Bart was still around so she had to ask "What do we do next do we wait?"​

NanLia