Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[NanLia]

Deciding the oil was hot enough, Mac dragged the covered bowl closer to her and pulled the towel free, revealing the risen dough beneath it. She pulled a small ball free and started stretching and working it between her hands as she considered William's question.

"I had ... just turned nine." She started at the cupboard as she thought, then nodded and smiled again. "I couldn't hunt with the boys, not recovering from surgery. I was too weak, and slow and I would just compromise them, so we found a cabin in southern Ontario that was abandoned for the season; someones summer home I guess." With the dough stretched enough she carefully placed it in the hot oil before taking more dough and repeating the process.

"I haven't any idea how she figured out where I was, I just saw her car pull up the in lane way and took off into the woods. I think it was, like seven days that woman followed me around, hot on my heels. Finally she caught me, pulled the stitches -surprise, right? Started bleeding and passed out." She smirked. "She sent me to a foster home, to start. But I kept getting away from them; they really couldn't hold me. So then I ended up in Juvenile Hall for six months." She rolled her eyes. "Brody left me there as punishment, for disobeying him. But really that didn't stop me from just doing what I do."

The first dough ball she had rolled into a long oval was done, she carefully extracted it from the hot oil and then tossed it into a bowl with brown sugar and cinnamon. Once coated there, she set it on a tray to cool. "Really can't blame them, that wasn't the last time I hurt myself on the job.... As you would know."


Safton

 

[SynKast]

Sibéal Maclachlan

She looked down as he requested to know who it was that had died and if he could attend. While her face remained as solid as ever, a single tear dripped down her cheek, "I'm afraid I must deny that request Hypnos, for the Funeral, is long since over... And the person whom I went to see the funeral of was my Mentor, Odin... He died in the prevention of Ragnorak by Lucifer..." she spat venom when saying the archangels name. Literally spitting in disgust after saying it. "But yeah, he's long since been buried... I just found out recently by Son Thor of my mentor's murder... I guess I should have known something was wrong... It's been so long since a Norse God or Goddess as come to my hearth..." she inhaled and exhaled deeply "Nevertheless, the thread of fate continued to be weaved."

~{ St. Boethius }~​

 

[Safton]

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William almost couldn't believe Mackenzie when said she was only nine at the time of the incident. Even Elijah was in his teens before his first real Hunt. It placed her childhood, such as it was, in sharper perspective. His hadn't been perfect, but compared to Mackenzie's... he couldn't even imagine how she'd come out of it as strong as she was. Lesser people would have been broken by it.

He shook the thoughts away as she mentioned the stitches and her injuries on the job. "All too well," Will remarked with a smile. "Speaking of which..." he stepped forward, gently placing a hand on her shoulder in order to avoid surprising her, before using the other to roll the back of her shirt up, just high enough to see the bottom section of the injury from the Wolf attack at Alliance. It seemed so long ago since the night that had brought her and Ash into his life... or was it the other way around? It was hard to believe it had been less than a week.

Will inspected the site of the wound, looking for any signs of additional bleeding or infection. Satisfied, he allowed the shirt to fall back into place before looking up at her. "Sorry. Doctor's instincts," he said, a bit sheepishly. Glancing over her shoulder, his eyes fell on the pastries she was preparing. "Those look promising," he remarked, his mouth watering at the sight.


NanLia

 

[NanLia]

William was far from difficult to read, the man wore his feelings and his thoughts visibly and Mackenzie could see exactly what he thought of how old she had been, possibly even perturbed by the knowledge of how her family had functioned. She knew to remain wary of saying anything else, this incident had been the first in a very long series of hunts and close encounters with the law during her long career as a hunter; it was the most memorable because she had been proud of it. She had found the Rugaru. She had been the one to kill it. The wounds and subsequent healing time, including the evident scaring left behind, were trophies. The only ones that mattered to her.

This was just another marker of the differences between them, and something that drew her to him. He cared about her, she could see it in his eyes when she spoke. The man hadn't known her as a child, didn't know her until really days before now, but he was still concerned with her well being from all those years ago. She held still as she felt his gentle touch on her shoulder, felt him tug at the back of her shirt; this was becoming common place action, between him and Ashley.

"Don't worry about it, Doc." She said playfully, then gave a laugh as he commented on the fried dough. "Queues de castor," She took one of the cooled pastries from the tray and tore it in half. She placed it in his hand, but held it there until she could take a slice of lemon and squeeze some of the sour liquid over it. "Beaver Tails." She released his hand wand waited for him to eat it, expectantly. "Hopefully enough to pay off my massive medical bills.... I may need a doctor in the future, and really don't want to be in debt for when that happens."


Safton

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos's gaze would downcast as Sibeal explained that the funeral had long since past and that it was Odin's funeral she had attended. " I see... I did not have that many dealings with the All-Father save for helping him rest every so often. Still I knew the man to be a righteous and honorable one. I will make some time in the near future and pay my respects however I can.... At any rate I will leave you to mourn Sibeal. Call on me if you want help with the pain." Hypnos said making a veiled offer of Opium and other substances he could offer to deaden the senses. With that the god disappeared once more like a fleeting dream.
SynKast

Hypnos's heart know heavy with sorrow for his friend Sibeal he now made his way to confront his Oracle about an issue they had been avoiding. Hypnos appeared just outside the porch of the house he could quite plainly sense she was in now. What was going on with the link was something Hypnos was keen on finding out. Clearing those thoughts from his mind Hypnos focused on the positives as he knocked on the door of the house.
NanLia Safton

 

[Safton]

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Will watched in mild surprise as Mackenzie applied the lemon juice before raising the pastry and taking a bite. The fried dough seemed to melt in his mouth, treating his taste buds to the sweetness of the brown sugar and cinnamon covering it, nicely balanced out by the tartness of the lemon juice. His eyes widened in surprise as he swallowed. "Mac, this is amazing," he said, before finishing the rest of the morsel as if to punctuate the statement for extra emphasis. He wasn't saying it out of mere politeness. For someone spent as much time on the road as he and Elijah had before coming to Vitae, treats like this was a luxury they could scarcely afford.

Looking back at Mackenzie's brown eyes, he paused as if in deep thought. "I don't know that we're settled up just yet." His lips curved into a playful smile. "...But it's a start." Will started to lean in toward her, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Straightening up reluctantly, he headed over to the door and cracked it open. His mouth formed a thin line, his jaw set, as he saw Hypnos on the other side.

"What do you want?" he asked bluntly. "I thought you'd still be regaling the Council with tales of your little triumph in New York," Will said, his tone dripping with venom.


NanLia
St. Boethius

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie watched intently as Will ate the offered treat and was rewarded with his look of delight. She grinned, loving the look of satisfaction on her features, and more so that she was able to bring it to him. "Hardly," She mumbled, oddly humble, but her eyes were trained on his lips as they drew near.

"I don't know that we're settled up just yet...But it's a start."

She frowned as the knock interrupted them, took his attention from her. She didn't need the door opened to know who it was on the other side. She could perfectly hear William addressing Hypnos, and when he was done she shouted from the kitchen. "Tell the Avon lady we're not interested!" She knew nothing she said would turn away the god, but she certainly was not going to allow the deity in without protest, in one form or another. She returned to her work, stretching dough and frying it; though she imagined after this meeting she wouldn't feel much like eating.

"Hell! Even the Pythia at Delphi had days off!" She announced, then frowned in confusion. How had she known this? She cursed internally as she came to understand the information connection between herself and Hypnos was well at work.


Safton St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

The speed at which William can turn a happy moment into one of tension and accusation could make Hermes's head spin. Instantly Hypnos's good mood was replaced with one and irritation and sadness. Hypnos walked up close to William and said, " What happened in New York was tragedy only redeemed by my wife's barely alive body. The fact that you find the tragic events that happened there to be a victory for me is quite saddening indeed. Now, I have had the courtesy to knock before entering are you going to show me some common courtesy as well, or must I beg like the hound you think I am?" Hypnos asked with equal venom in his words. William and Chase had the usual alpha male aggression about them that Hypnos found so hard to work around. " You know at least when Chase had an issue with me he wasn't afraid to get straight to the point."
NanLia Safton

 

[Safton]

Will turned to look over his shoulder at Mackenzie as she called out her comments, a grin appearing briefly on his face. It disappeared when Hypnos spoke.

"You know at least when Chase had an issue with me he wasn't afraid to get straight to the point."

William felt the anger rising in his chest like bile. So far he'd managed to choke it down since New York, to keep up appearances for everyone's sake. Not this time. The god's simple comment shouldn't have flipped that switch. Shouldn't have brought him back to that precipice in the blink of an eye. Shouldn't have, but did.

Will flung the door open fully with enough force to send it slamming loudly against the interior wall, stepping out onto the porch within inches of Hypnos, bringing the full height of his frame to bear as he looked down at the god. "You want to know what my 'issue' is, Hypnos?" he hissed. "You're an irresponsible, self-righteous bastard. You're older and more powerful than any human on Earth, but your age hasn't given you the wisdom to wield that power like anything more than a kid who found the keys to daddy's car. You had a problem, one we were willing to help you with. When we weren't moving fast enough for you, you threw a goddamn temper tantrum. Called Big Brother to threaten the lives of everyone in Vitae."

William sneered, taking a deep breath. When he continued speaking, his tone was quiet, but no less harsh. "We held up our end of the bargain, but in the end you treated us like pawns. We were expendable to you, means to an end. And those people in the building? They were even less than that. But when you bring a goddamn building down along with every living soul inside to satisfy your personal needs, you get to walk away with some token admission of regret. Us humans -- we don't have that luxury. I was a Soldier for a long time, Hypnos. We went to a lot of places and dropped a lot of bombs. Sometimes we killed the wrong people. When that happened, questions were asked. Someone, somewhere was held accountable."

"But not you. You got to avoid the inconvenience of justice, because that's your divine prerogative, right?" He shook his head. "I was willing to live with all that. Willing to live with my part in it. But now you have the nerve to come back here playing the persecuted victim, mentioning your wife and expecting it to buy my sympathy?" Will's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his side. "How many people lost wives yesterday, Hypnos? How many people lost husbands, fathers, and mothers? Friends? Where do they enter the equation when you're deciding how many lives your precious Pasithea is worth?"


NanLia
St. Boethius

 

[NanLia]

The door slamming into the wall and buffeting items on the shelf startled her. Food forgotten she hurried to the front door to listen and witness, much to her horror, William confronting Hypnos. She knew where the anger and resentment came form, understood far too well what brought them to this point, but she could feel the boiling anger within the god on the front porch. It was only a matter of time before the god reacted and she knew full well what could be done within seconds. She had needed more time to research, to jockey Solomon for information. She needed to understand how the bindings in New York had worked, and how she could make them work for the colony, for her. But mostly for William.

"How many people lost wives yesterday, Hypnos? How many people lost husbands, fathers, and mothers? Friends? Where do they enter the equation when you're deciding how many lives your precious Pasithea is worth?"

"One thousand, two hundred and eighty-six." She answered in lieu of the god, quietly. Stepping through the threshold she came beside William, she could see the tension in his frame, hands closed into fists; she was thankful he hadn't hit Hypnos. She doubted the god would tolerate it twice in one day. "And he would make that number millions without a second thought." She watched William carefully, she needed to defuse him before the god ended his existence. "He's a god, Will. Not a human. He doesn't care how many he kills, accidentally or otherwise. He doesn't feel remorse because of what he's done, he feigns it because that's a human emotion; not something he even understands."

She shifted her stance carefully, moving cautiously between the god and the man to face William. "Go inside." She said calmly, quietly. She had come to realize that Hypnos's visit was because of her wards; clearly they had taken an effect. "You need to take the Tourtiére out of the oven before it burns."

Ashley-May had found herself starving after a long nap within the barracks. She had rummaged through her duffel and pack for some crushed granola bars only to be informed by Thomas that the Mess Hall was open all day. Annoyed, but still hungry she took the short walk to the REC center, along the way running into another nurse from the Clinic. They bantered and chatted as they made their way into the Hall, and through the line for food. Her friend was on a mission for protein for a recent patient recovering, and some broth of Eli. They parted ways, and Ashley glanced quickly around the relatively busy center. A smile came to her face as she spotted Chase.

Just the man I wanted to see. She thought as she happily made her way through the Hall and claimed a seat directly across from him. He looked rather sour, but then who didn't after a night of no sleep. "Hello, stranger." She said with a wink. "How are you?" Across her tray was an array of random and rather peculiar items; pickles, a cup of ice, hot peppers and a couple of brownies. Certainly not the healthy items she typically ate, the moment she saw them she knew what she wanted.


Safton St. Boethius Crono

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos just smiled as William went on and on in his rant. Once he had finished Hypnos spoke up, " Firstly, My Brother always has, and probably always will act on his own accord. The only one he listens to is Hades. He makes my manipulation seem like the bumblings of a child in comparison. In the war I'm sure you heard his whisper many times. Telling you all sorts of justification for the murders you committed for the families you destroyed. Me? I love humanity with all my heart and still my brother's dark words drove me kill as they have done before. The only solace I have is that it was one building and not the entire city this time." Hypnos would stop for a moment to keep his anger in check before continuing. " You talk about my accountability like you know me William. Like there has to be someone held responsible for those deaths and let me tell you who that was. It was my Lord, Hades. He is one of the few of us gods keeping this speck of planet together and he manages to do so because there are rules. Rules that Minotaur broke. Rules that would have lead to the Smiting of that office one way or another. But I suppose it would have made you feel better if the angels reduced the city the ash than my destroying a building right?"

Hypnos sighed and once again composed himself. " As for my misuse of my power I will admit to that. I have been quite brazen with the use of my power. Sending visions to help you. Setting up wards to keep you safe, using dreams to nurture your love. Honestly if you that dissatisfied let me know and I can make it as if I was never here. The bargain I have only matters if you say it does William. I never swore on Styx to protect this Colony. Just say the word and you'll never hear from me again. Come on William choose. Either I can have a civil conversation for once, or I can disappear for good. So either pick or put the ruler away."
NanLia
Safton

 

[Ghostly Phantom]

Alex sat in the bed of her truck, a bandage covering her new tattoo; a two inch butterfly on her shoulder, (If you looked closely, you could see the tiny protection symbols from all over the world that it was made of) and a Sudoku book in her hands. Kyle sat on the roof of the truck, drinking a Monster. A book sat on his raised knees, written entirely in Spanish. He almost choked as he found what he was looking for. "Got it." He dropped down beside her, earning a glare as the clang hurt Alex's ears. Alex recovered and stared at the book shoved under her nose.
"Your handwriting sucks. And I can't read Spanish, moron."
Kyle pulled the book back, rolling his eyes at her snippiness. "I forgot, ok? Anyway, I found it in an old book in a library. Like, really old. I thought it was interesting, so I wrote it down. Actually forgot I had it. Never did get to ask if it worked."
Alex rolled her sudoku book up and smacked Kyle's head with it. "Helloo... what?"
"Oh. Sorry." Kyle rubbed behind his ear, then beamed at her. "I found a cure. For you. To make you 'you' again."
Alex ground her teeth and hissed, "Say that again?" Kyle wisely kept his mouth shut, knowing that he had screwed up. "Whatever happened to you trust me no matter what? Was that a lie or did I miss the underlying 'only if you're human'?" Alex turned from Kyle. "Leave. Now."
Kyle reached out to put his hand on Alex's shoulder, but she swatted it away. She stood up. "If you won't, I will." And with that, she stormed off, leaving Kyle sitting alone, looking like a kicked puppy.
Alex set off, wandering the town, wanting desperately to punch someone in the face. Unfortunately, the someone she wanted to punch wouldn't be able to hold up against her strength, so heated glares at people who couldn't see them, and objects that weren't capable of caring one way or the other would have to do.
((Heh heh... life... gotta love it for sucking up all your time.))

 

[Safton]

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Hypnos was hardly fazed by Will's rant. His retort was every bit as unrepentant as he'd come to expect: talk of rules and balance, shifting blame and responsibility with only the deity's word to take at face value. The more he spoke, the more William's anger mounted -- not at the god, but at himself for ever trusting him in the first place. Will opened his mouth to retort when Mac placed herself between the two of them. "Go inside. You need to take the Tourtiére out of the oven before it burns."

He knew what Mackenzie was trying to do. She was defusing the situation before it went to a level that none of them could come back from. She was being that voice of reason, just like he had been at the hospital with Solomon. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew Mac was right and that he should walk away from this before it got any worse. Let Hypnos say what he would, allow Mac to pay her lip service. The anger slowly resided... but not enough to leave with a word.

William shook his head, a sneer planted on his features as he turned back to Hypnos. "You're a goddamn piece of work. First, you try to act guilty and repentant. And when that doesn't work? You try to hang what little you've done for us over our heads, like we're being ungrateful, unreasonable. Or is that just the price we mere mortals pay when we 'bargain' with gods? You're so good at this shit, you should be teaching it," He scoffed, turning to Mac. "You're right. He doesn't understand humanity... and he never will."

With that, William turned on his heel and moved back into the kitchen, every muscle in his body rigid with tension.


NanLia
St. Boethius

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie had remained tense while William spoke, of course the man needed the last word, but at the very least it was done with. With William now tucked inside the house, she took the few steps towards the door way to close the door, cutting him off from what would likely be an unpleasant conversation with her god. She took a moment to collect herself before turning to face Hypnos, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We both know why you're here." She said, before the god could speak, talk over her. "And you will show me how to use the Runes." She inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, needing to remain calm when all she wanted to do was rage at him. "I couldn't protect them." She said slowly. "I am supposed to be the Oracle, visions meant as forewarning and so far all I've been able to do it point out the train wreck seconds before it happens. I don't know how they work, and it's not like there is any instructions that come with them, but I clearly need a leg up on this if they're going to be any use to me." She raised a hand. "New York aside." She did not want to enter that conversation again. "Pan threatened the colony, nearly killed Eli," and used William. "And I couldn't stop him. Show me how to use the wards so the next time a deity decides to roll through here we the slightest bit to defend ourselves." She hoped she could reason with the god, make him understand. She didn't want him to teach her how to bind and torture gods: she had Solomon for that, but at the very least if Hypnos could instill some knowledge of the wards she could use to prevent gods from stomping them continuously, she'd take it.


Safton St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos sighed and shook his head, " Those Runes are one of the reasons why that building was destroyed Mackenzie. You shouldn't even have that knowledge in the first place. Runes of that power are restricted for a reason. I know being an Oracle is trying and now that there is finally not a constant and immediate threat we can actually start functioning properly." Hypnos said gently patting her shoulder, " It may not seem like it, but I am fully capable of understanding humanity. I have seen you beautiful creatures stumble and fall so many times I've lot count. And there are times, like New York, that I and other gods must take actions to save you from yourselves. When you next sleep I will send you a vision to explain what you heard me talking about with my Lord.... keep William safe. The insufferable bastard is one of the most honest humans I've ever seen. And promise me... no. More. Runes. Swear it on river Styx that you won't involve yourself with any having to do with such Knowledge. Please." Hypnos really wanted to avoid wiping her mind of details about the knowledge as he was bound by order to do. So he was desperately trying to keep her away from it.
NanLia

 

[Crono]

Chase was roused from his head-space by Ashley's words, suddenly rather confused he lifted a brow at how she'd said stranger followed by the wink. Before he could reply to her Chase took in a deep sniff, to confirm what he was already getting signals for. "I, uh. Hi, I'm good." He'd blurted rather than being quiet, between the practical glow and her tray of...odd foods it was pretty obvious. Chase smirked, That's why you smelled like Alaric last night. You did the dirty with the angel, you sly fox you.

Quickly he switched gears, "How's Rick?" Chase had been at the clinic to hear the nickname, so this was a potentially easy way to confirm completely that Alaric was the father. Though it wasn't like angels were a common sight. And if nothing else he might get the story on the nickname.

After leaving the Mess Hall Joe thought it about time to meet this Elijah, the man he'd transported while on the brink of death, alpha and savior of the colony, and one of the few to know what Chase really is. Though he wasn't likely allowed back to see him with not being family and such however it'd taken a smile here and a wink there to charm his way past.

Joe gave a gentle knock then slowly eased the door to the room open in the event the man was resting. "We awake?" He asked before getting eyes on the bed-ridden man.
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NanLia Safton

 

[NanLia]

Damn him for being so like able. Mackenzie couldn't stay mad at the god before her long; she suspected there was a great deal of influence given their shared linked, but she knew enough to tell when the god was being honest with her. The mention of keeping Will safe made her roll her eyes, clearly the two of them needed to balance each other, and continuously pull one another out of the fire, but a slow frown formed on her features as the god wanted her to swear against the use of the wards.

She looked to him, imploringly, silent for a long while before she winced. She was well aware of the consequences of lying to a god and so she watched him carefully as she considered her answer. "I will do as you ask." She said then, quietly. Eyes turning downwards, looking like a scolded child. "I will do my best to avoid the runes, wards, whatever." She understood why Hypnos wanted her to avoid the knowledge she had been privy to; it could be used against his own kind after all. If the situation were reversed she would do much the same thing.

Ashley-May smirked seeing Chase put off by her comment, it was honestly the best way to start off getting to know someone else better; making them feel just slightly uncomfortable with the conversation. More often than not it made the other person reveal more about themselves than they typically did. She contently crunched on a piece of ice, watching Chase seem to gather his thoughts before he spoke.

"How's Rick?"

She paused, that confident smile slipping slightly. She set the cup down, but was determined to keep the cheery act up. "Good I guess, haven't seen him for a while." She forced the smile to return, but was curious how he would have connected them so easily. There was only one person who knew: "Did you talk to you dad?" She asked. "Did he tell you he sent me on a mission?"


St. Boethius Crono

 

[SynKast]

Sibéal Maclachlan

She didn't need to mourn. She knew her mentor would rise to legends beyond the realms. Though before she could turn her head to object he was gone which forced a soft sight from Sibéal as she continued her walk making her way across Mackenzie's home which was odd since he left as though the home were miles away instead of just walking in the direction she was already heading. It wasn't intentional, though, it happened regardless. Walking over, having just left the God's side, yet as she peeked into the window she watched the argument and Hypnos dispelling the tension.

~{ Open for Interaction }~​

 

[St. Boethius]

Though a little dissatisfied that Mackenzie didn't swear on the Styx for him Hypnos supposed it would have to do. If the connection ever became that weak again he would be forced to wipe information from her memory. As much as he hated to do so there were laws he had to protect. The god smiled at her, " Thank you. I trust that you won't get into anything forbidden. I don't think I need to tell you this but don't go asking after Solomon's knowledge either. That knowledge is even more forbidden than Enochan writing. His bloodline is the only reason his mind has been untouched." Hypnos warned with a sigh. He had said all he could on the matter. "Since I don't think staying for a social visit would be prudent I'll take my leave, check on the wife, but before I go one more thing. Lord Hades has issued a request of your Colony. He wants you to retrieve Persephone from a floral shop in New Jersey. Preferably before Minotaur makes there move, now no matter your feelings on gods this is truly a request. He's giving you a few days to decide and tell me. After that... well he'll go retrieve Persephone himself."
NanLia

 

[SynKast]

Sibéal Maclachlan

Overhearing the conversation she found out quickly what the arguments were revolved around. According to what Sibéal was Hypnos had an oracle who had an interest in magick of all sorts. A girl of her own tastes, though, she could also understand why he would restrict and forbid some forms of magick from her... Even Sibéal, with her extensive knowledge in all forms of magick there were things even she didn't like doing unless it was absolutely necessary. The risks were too high otherwise for common and recreational usage.

As she heard Hypnos mention something along the lines of Hades, the first thing that popped into her mind was her Goddess Hel, Was he speaking of the same person? Or perhaps they were some form of siblings? Knowing Hel, she honestly wouldn't be surprised if the persona of Hades wasn't one of her alter selves.

Having heard enough information and hearing Hypnos mention Solomon was around, she grew curious and didn't want to get caught. And with that she bailed with her tracks being erased completely in the way she'd mentioned to Hypnos previously and began to seek after Solomon, maybe he could be of use for her.

~{ Solomon - St. Boethius }~
~{ Open for Interaction }~​

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie watched Hypnos carefully after he spoke, once more about forbidden knowledge -and forbidden her from speaking to Solomon in regards to it, then about another mission for yet another god. She inhaled slowly to keep her temper in check; there wasn't a need to go off. "It's the Oracles day off." She said carefully, in the last week she had spend three days living outside the gates in her car, two in the clinic near death, one trapped inside Williams dream and last night in a sleep induced coma by her patron god. She just wanted one, twenty-four hour period, where she didn't have to worry about anything.

"I will tell you, tomorrow." She said then, turning from the god on the front porch of her house, and stepped back inside. She made certain to close the door behind her and take a moment to think. There were many things to factor here, the most prevalent being that Hypnos would immediately know if she were using the runes he forbade. She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts. Not today. She took the few steps from the front of the house back into the kitchen, "Will?"



The clinic nurse returned carrying the requested and needed meals for the recovering patients within. She made a point to return to Solomon's side first, mostly because she didn't want the man to tempt fate a second time and try and get out bed, and secondly because Elijah may still be asleep. "Mr. David?" She called out in warning before stepping between the partitions brown baggie in hand. "As requested," She said with a smile. "Protein." She brought the offered back to the man's bedside. "Roast beef sandwich, crackers and cheese and yogurt."



Safton St. Boethius

 

[Crono]

Ashley's reply and lack of a reaction about Alaric had the man realizing he'd underestimated the blonde, and it was almost a challenge. One he might have picked up if not for her follow up questions that sent his head cocking sideways ever so slightly in both confusion and curiosity. Then his chin came to rest against his hands, elbows propped up on the table on either side of the almost empty tray. "Only a little, he just left actually." What on earth was she talking about, and what on earth could his father have said. "And what sort of mission could he have had for you?" It was a curious thing, his father asking something of someone he'd only just met and it piqued his interest.​

NanLia

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos sighed as Mackenzie said it was her day off and then promptly went inside the house closing the door behind her. Well she had been through a lot, and he had done everything he needed to do here. Hypnos was feeling another century long nap coming on. But he knew there was too much to be done. He hadn't been worked this hard in.... come to think of it This was the hardest amount of effort he had put into pretty much anything. For the drowsy god this called for a well earned nap for himself and the weary hunters of the Colony. With that decided Hypnos disappeared back to his home in Erebos.

Solomon smiled up at the nurse as she brought him his food. " Would you look at that, an actual sandwich, and here I thought you were going to bring me some sort of liquid pretending to be protein." Solomon said his tired face absolutely beaming at the wrapped up sandwich whose smell enticed him. " Thank you very much nurse...." Solomon allowed his voice to trail off so the nurse would tell him her name. As Solomon waited for the name he carefully set out all of the food out in front of him and rubbed his hands together hungrily before falling into a silent but short Prayer.
NanLia

 

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Elijah had awoken from his relatively peaceful slumber to an empty, quiet room. He was disappointed by that, but he understood. William, Mackenzie, Ashley-May -- they all had responsibilities that superseded keeping him company while he atrophied away in this bed. Still, that understanding did little to quell the boredom that soon set in. This was a Clinic, not a hospital -- so there was no TV. A nurse had stepped in briefly to check on him after he woke up, but she was on her way soon after. His only form of entertainment rested with a crumpled celebrity news magazine discarded on the bedside table.

Despite his best efforts, Eli eventually gave in to defeat and grabbed the magazine, flipping through the pages with idle interest. A light knock at his door drew his attention. "We awake?"

Eli looked over the middle-aged man at the threshold of his room. He didn't look familiar, but he carried himself with a calm and friendly demeanor. "We are, for better or worse," Elijah remarked. "I take it you're not one of the fine doctors here."

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William was resting against the counter when Mac came back inside, arms crossed. He had managed to regain his composure after his outburst on the porch... for the most part. "Hey," he said quietly as she entered. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my cool like that... it doesn't make things any easier for us." Will sighed. "What did he have to say?"

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Mackenzie was happy to see Will had sufficiently relaxed and calmed after entering the house. She smiled slightly, coming through the kitchen to look over the tourtiere resting on the stove top. "More junk about another mission, and something I saw in my dream last night. Not a vision exactly, more like I could see what he saw, what he was doing." She gave a non-committal shrug. "Nothing to worry about right now, you ready to eat?" She asked, smile spreading. She was starving, she hadn't had anything to eat since Ashley had made Hash the night before and so she was searching the cupboards and retrieving two plates. "Also," She said as she reached into a cupboard she had found earlier and extracting a bottle of whiskey. "This is happening."

Ashley-May was delighted by the concerned and confused look on Chase's face. "Oh, well." She said, picking up a random morsel of her odd food collection and taking a bite. "We had a great conversation earlier." She smiled pleasantly, "I got to know a whole lot about you and, well, let's just say your dad enlisted my help with a very special project." She flashed him a smile, even laughed to punctuate it. "I mean, my work speaks for itself. Just look at Will and Mac. Those would still be making sly innuendos and catching glimpses of each other as they passed in the hall if it weren't for my work." She gave Chase a wink, but shifted in her seat, clearing her throat and speaking almost seriously. "So what's your type?" She raised a hand to hold off any comments. "You father let me in on a little personal history, I get it, you're not into skirts, that doesn't change the fact that everyone has a type. Let's hear it."




The nurse laughed as Solomon was clearly surprised by he quality of food available. "It's Sandy." She said. "And we don't have a hospital cafeteria, like the cities do. We don't even have a hospital, all the food comes from the Mess Hall, the kitchen at the REC center. Those ladies have been doling out food for decades; they know their business." She was taking the small distance from this bedside, outside the curtain, to a sink, where she filled a glass of water and returned to set it beside his table. "Now I've got another patient to look in on, but I'm on duty another few hours. If you need someone, call me." She was pulling the call button from the side of his bed to leave it within view. "No more physiotherapy today."


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