Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[Safton]

​

Will's eyes snapped open at the sound of his phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand where he'd left it. Sitting up slowly, he raised one hand to rub it down his face before reaching for the device. The clock confirmed the early hour, but he was more interested in the text he'd received from Adelaide:

I should be there later today.

Will raised his eyebrows in surprise. She must have driven most of the night. Texting back a reply that he'd see her soon and to be careful, he set the smartphone aside. He briefly considered laying back down, but decided against it, reaching for his prosthesis instead. Once it was attached, he wandered to the bathroom with his bag of toiletries and a change of clothes. He showered and brushed his teeth quickly, dressing before making his way to the kitchen. He heard what might have been faint sounds of movement in coming from Ash & Mac's room, but he couldn't be sure. For all he knew they'd already woken up and left, those he doubted it based on the lack of a shouting match.

William grabbed a cup from the cabinet, filling it with water from the sink and sipping it as he rested on the counter, stomach growling.

NanLia ​

 

[NanLia]

Ashley-May was first out the bedroom door after getting dress, her bag already packed she headed to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and hair as quickly as she could, hoping to get an edge on Mackenzie, but soon found her partner crowding her at the sink. She was far too aware that Mac was doing everything in her power, ever trick she learned over their years of hunting together to annoy Ashley-May as much as possible. It was clear Mackenzie wanted a fight, but she didn't want to start it, trying to egg Ash on.

She refused to bite, finishing up in the bathroom she slipped past Mac into the hall way and collected her pack. She slung it and the medic bag over her shoulder before heading to the front door. She was determined to sprint there if it meant leaving Mac behind but as she passed the kitchen she caught sight of William. "Oh thank goodness..." She glanced down the hall to where she left Mac before returning her gaze to Will. "You need to stop her, she's nuts."

Mackenzie wast still groggy from the night's sleep, what little she had. She was only thankful she did not dream, though was a little more than concerned that Hypnos did not arrive as promised. They needed to speak about the Abyss, about what was coming, or trying to free itself. For the moment it would wait, her priority at this time was the mission she was about to go on. Stepping out of the bathroom she could hear Ash speaking to someone, and she knew there would only be one person in the house. Good. she thought. Back up.

​

Emile chuckled at Chase's sarcastic comment, the presumption that Emile was once more feeding him, but he certainly was not wrong. Until Chase was established within the Pack, had his own housing, he was the Alpha's responsibility. "How est votre tête, choit perdu?" He asked, tapping on his temple; he was still hung over, a head ache of his own, he could only imagine how Chase was feeling. Breakfast was almost done, scrambled eggs, sausage and toast, Emile grabbed plates from a cupboard over the stove, and set them on the counter next to where he was working, three in all.

He waited for Chase to finish his drink before he nodded towards the back door, "Will you wake Morgan?" He asked, "She sleep under... under.." He paused, at a loss of the word. "L'escalier." He gave a little growl. "The things, you walk down. Outside." Annoyed with himself he continued on rambling in French. "Pourquoi est-ce que je sais pas le mot? Fait chier. Criss. Stairs!" He finally got out shaking his head. "She sleep under the stairs."

Safton
Crono

 

[Safton]

​

William's eyes went wide at Ashley's proclamation. He didn't need to follow her gaze to know who she was talking about. So the argument he'd been expecting was just beginning, for better or worse. Will set his glass of water down and stepped next to the door, casually leaning against the wall alongside it. He hardly planned to physically bar Ash from leaving, but knew it would be better for everyone if this discussion was had sooner than later. Brendan might throw a fit waiting for his promised medic, but he would handle that himself if need be.

"What's the mission, Ashley-May? And why the secrecy?" he asked calmly, crossing his arms.

NanLia ​

 

[Crono]

The French was something Chase was going to have to work a little overtime to work around, this was something he realized whilst watching Emile tap his own temple. Chase's lips tightened into a small smile when he caught on, "The hangover? The headache isn't so bad." He shrugged, hanging up more on the fact that part of the name Emile had told him to ask about was combined with something else he'd heard the man say before. Rather than asking about it he just decided to wait.

Emile had motioned towards the backdoor asking him to wake Morgan, though the older mans words were betraying him when giving her location. Chase watched in mild humor as the Alpha had a moment of frustration and struggle, speaking rather rapidly and angrily in french. He'd caught the word Emile wanted before the man himself had by the description, but before he help the other man out Emile spoke it. "Stairs," Chase reiterated, "Gotcha. That frustration you get from remembering words is about how I feel when you call me something I don't understand." There was a raised brow at his enjoying the small moment while he could, because payback is oh so sweet even if you aren't the one dishing it, being a simple observer was enough.

Grabbing the handle he pulled the door open, stepping down onto the first step with a heavy foot before giving a low quick whistle to wake her and get the woman's attention if he didn't already have them. "Your uncle wants you, Breakfast." Chase paused afterwards waiting for any sign of stirring from below. He had to admit that the prospect of waking up a werewolf in shifted form didn't sound completely safe, but they'd met if briefly and he knew her name and that was enough to relieve most of the misgivings he might have. Especially considering he had just slept in the midst of a considerably large encampment of wolves.​

NanLia

 

[NanLia]

​

Ashley-May's eyes widened as she watched William. At first confused, her expression slowly shifted to one of anger. "Are you serious right now?" She asked dropping her packs noisily on the floor. "Secrecy? Really?" She planted her fists on her hips and glared at Will, now entirely ignoring Mackenzie as she came up behind her. "I only found out last night about it all, and I came here to talk to both y'all but you were a little busy in the living room, if you don't recall. And the mission? Christopher, Bruce, Aiden and I are going to New Jersey to pick up a stranded hunter." She was less than impressed.

"What is wrong with you two?" She turned to face Mackenzie who seemed to be satisfied now that she was biting, of course she managed to get Will in on the fight.

Mackenzie had leaned against the wall in the hall way as she listened to Ashley's explanation. "There was plenty of time after that, and before you went to bed to tell me or Will, but instead you decided to keep it to yourself."

Ash turned to face her, glaring. "Well Mac, I was going to tell you but you ran out of the Clinic like you were running from a ghost and after that I forgot." She shrugged. "You don't want me to go? Fine by me, but you two have to explain to Brendan why, because I'm not." Leaving her bags in the hall, she stormed past Mac and disappeared back into their bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Mackenzie glanced at Ash as she left before looking up to Will with a slightly satisfied smile. "Thank you."

​

"Petit futé." Emile grumbled at Chase as he left him, despite his frustration missing English words on occasion he certainly was not about to give into the latest pack members groaning and translate, it would be far more entertaining to watch the pack and his reaction when he finally built up the courage or resignation to ask someone. He dived out the food among the three plates before dropping them on the table, returning to the kitchen to collect mugs and the carafe of coffee.

The day was going to be long for Chase, he knew some of the pack would give the new wolf a run for his money, certainly give him a hard time if his smart mouth kept up, but in the end he would be welcomed. By nightfall tonight there would be a celebration, a party to welcome him into the pack, as was tradition. He knew Malcolm was already up, he'd sent out scouts to search for deer. It was a shame there was nothing larger around here in the south, Emile would have much preferred the pack hunt down a moose instead, they were far better game.

​

Morgan growled beneath the steps slowly wiggling herself free from the tiny den she had found to sleep in. She took a few steps from the house and stretch, not so much as giving Chase a single glance she headed to a lawn chair than held her clothing. She shifted, just as naturally at Emile did, it was second nature and once in her human form she stretched again, rolling her shoulders. She certainly did not have any qualms about being in the nude -none of the pack did, and she stop to consider if Chase would be offended by it.

She dressed, still sleepily, her only motivation was the drifting smell of coffee now emanating from the small cottage. As much as she enjoyed food, certainly when her uncle cooked, coffee was something she could not give up willingly.


Safton
Crono

 

[St. Boethius]

Solomon inhaled sharply as he heard his name called. He was pleasantly surprised to find Sandy greeting him a modest stack of books. " Are those for me? Thank you very much." Solomon said with a yawn. " Are we still on for that breakfast?" He asked double checking the location of his knife at the bed side table as if it were capable of running off. The spells he had used to suppress Pan had worn off so he figured the God would be raising hell trying to break free, but he was being surprisingly obedient. Well considering his freedom was guaranteed at Solomon's death the deity probably figured the easiest thing to do was wait the situation out. Turning his head back to Sandy and the books he asked, " What do you have there?"

Hypnos had other problems to deal with during the night that prevented him from entering Mackenzie's dream. He had to dish out the Omens of Hades's arrival on earth with wide spread nightmares. His Oneiroi handled most of it, but his supervision was required with the absence of his children. He had not seen any of the three since he had woken up. Hypnos would have Mackenzie daydream a little and speak with her that way.
NanLia

 

[Eliasdagood]

Ginny takes a deep breath, hearing the humans begin to move about, and gets up. She's rather tired from how long she's been awake, but she supposes that can work in her favor. She walks toward the entrance to the colony, eyes flicking around nervously. She knows she looks human, but she can't help her distrust. These people are trained to kill her species.

 

[NanLia]

​

Sandy was glad to see Solomon was looking better than he had the day before, certainly on a healing trend at least, it was everything in her power not to look over his charts and monitors as she came further into the room. He mentioned the books and she glanced at the briefly "Oh, these are my parents research notes. On demons." Voice trailed off. "Not sure if they'll be helpful or not, but you mentioned that demons were hunting you down yesterday...." She set the books on the table next to his bed near the knife. She smiled to him pleasantly. "I hope you're hungry, the girls at the Mess Hall were happy to hear how much you liked dinner they've put together something special for you for breakfast."

She knelt down beside the bed and removed the bag that contained his clothing. She opened the bag and started unfolding the clothing, the nurse in her taking over once again. "I also heard back from Angela Spatafora, she's the Council representative that takes care of the medical supplies and equipment here. She basically represents all the doctors and nurse's that are not hunters in the colony." She glanced to Solomon still smiling. She started to roll down the hem of his blanket but paused, flushing slightly. "Oh, I'll step out so you can dress."

​

Bart had been watching the meandering approach of the random woman outside the gates, it seemed like everyone was going to arrive this way or bloodied. He waited until she was close enough before he called down to her. "Can we help you, miss?" He asked, but did not remove himself from the top of the gate, waiting to see what business she had with the colony. He was aware that Hypnos's wards would prevent anything supernatural that wandered too close from hurting them, sending them into an eternal sleep, but that didn't mean she wasn't a wolf in disguise.


St. Boethius
Eliasdagood

 

[Eliasdagood]

(Oh, good, that would suck XD)

She looks up at him, trying to hide her fear, though she supposes a human in her situation would be pretty scared as well. "Someone told me that this is a safe place." She calls up to him. "Please, there's no one else I can turn to." Because of people like him. Gods, I'm an idiot.

She swallows, knowing she can't back out now. If they know she's nearby, she thinks they'll hunt her down, like they do to everyone else.

 

[Safton]

​

William remained calm in the face of Ashley's angry retorts. He hadn't intended to set her off, but the fact that he did didn't surprise him. She was defensive, but Will wasn't convinced her secrecy had been deliberate. He remained silent during her exchange with Mac, not wanting to pour gasoline on this particular blaze. It wasn't long before she dropped her bags, storming past Mac and back to their shared room. Will winced at the sound of the door slamming shut before sighing.

"Thank you."

Will nodded once, giving Mackenzie a weak smile. Despite her obvious satisfaction, Will didn't particularly like the way the "discussion" had played out, knowing it would mean more fence-mending with Ashley-May. Still... the truth was out and Mac had gotten her wish, so it wasn't all bad. "Who gets the enviable task of informing Brendan?" he asked quietly.

NanLia ​

 

[St. Boethius]

Solomon smiled at seeing Sandy flushed like that, " Well, I appreciate your concern for my pride, but I don't think I'm capable of some bits. It'll be quicker if you just help me, and I'm sure it's nothing you haven't seen before." Solomon said sighed as he began talking off the hospital gown they had given him revealing multiple different tattoos, brands, and scars. Each marking on his body whether tattoo or scar was either a magic circle or a sigil.

NanLia

 

[Crono]

Chase watched the female wolf squeeze out into the open, he saw that she was headed for her clothing and before she could start shifting he turned around and headed back through the threshold and leaving the door open for her to follow. Emile had already set the plates and was returning to the table with the coffee so Chase planted himself in one of the seats. He wouldn't lie, this was a little awkward overall despite last night and his initiation into the pack. Chase was sitting down to a table to eat someone who'd been all but a stranger until just the night before and his only family, even if they weren't Werewolves this would feel weird.

"Any hints you two want to give me on what's supposed to happen today?" He asked this after Morgan had entered the cabin and Emile started pouring the coffee, Chase had a feeling that being kept in the dark was a part of it though but he had to ask. His food would remain untouched until they'd at least sat, he was by no means a perfect gentleman but Chase didn't want to be rude. Glancing towards Morgan he'd take in her human form, having only seen her as a wolf until now.​

NanLia

 

[NanLia]

Bart

Someone told me it was safe here. Bart frowned but nodded, signaling another guard to take over his position as he dropped a rope ladder down and started to descend. Once he was on the ground he turned to face the young woman. He approached slowly, rather cautious given their current situation; he had been informed about the visitor the night before and he was less than pleased. “Are you a hunter?” He asked, weapon lowered but he was retrieving the items used for testing everyone that stepped foot on the premises of the colony without being invited by the Council.

He held out his iron flask filled with holy water to drink, and a silver knife for her to nick herself with, to prove she was human.

Mackenzie

Mac could see the rather defeated look in Will’s eyes, clearly the man was not used to this sort of drama in his life, but she knew well enough that this was ‘fight’ was minor compared to what had happened in the past. He was questioning about who would deal with Brendan and she stepped forward, slipping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his chest.

“You leave Brendan to me; I have a few choice words for him.” Will was going to have enough to deal with later, with the Council. Brendan had already said the Council wanted her gone and he was going to tell them about her being an Oracle to keep her in the colony. He had told them to talk about it last night, but she had avoided the conversation. It needed to be done, she couldn’t keep hidden forever given her deity was prone to sending visions whenever he pleased.

Sandy

Sandy nodded and smiled, Solomon was not wrong: this certainly fit the bill for her job expectations, not to mention she had already assisted in undressing him the day before for medical care though this was far different. Today he wasn’t a patient, or at least how she considered him in her view had vastly changed. She assisted as any professional in her field would, able work without breaking eye contact or her pleasant smile. She had seen his tattoos and scaring. Tattoos of all variety were not new to Sandy or the hunting life she had known, but the scaring was something else entirely. She understood the anti-possession sigil, every person within the colony of adult consenting age bore one. Even she had hers done discreetly: the ward only the size a quarter nestled behind her left ear. She hadn’t wanted it to be large or obvious given her profession, though that was before she had come to work in the colony.

With Solomon dressed she assisted him back into the wheel chair, glancing around the room quickly. “Do you need to bring anything?”

Emile and Morgan

Morgan had shuffled groggily into the small cabin and plopped down in the empty chair. She greedily took up the offered cup of coffee before her and sipped at it. Chase questioned what events he might be expecting for the day and she glanced to her uncle. She could tell by the older man’s expression he didn’t understand what Chase had meant. She translated briefly and watched Emile nod.

“You learn to be un loup.” He said, taking a bite of his meal and nodding. Morgan blinked at her uncle, even she was waiting for more to come but he didn’t seem to think more was needed. Instead she glanced to Chase with a smile. She was far too aware of Emile’s interest in the new member; of course this was pack tradition. The new members ‘honored’, so to speak, by the Alpha but that often was just the initial meal, then Malcolm or another would take on the role of touring and housing until they found their place.

“You’ll meet the rest of the pack,” she did not have the thick accent her uncle did, nor did she bare any of the difficulty speaking in English. “Just after breakfast, you’ll meet them as a human. After the greeting we go for a run, so you can meet everyone as a wolf. And if we’re lucky we’ll have a hunt; or at least the pack will hunt and you’ll watch, you’ll need to be taught your role, where you fit.” She set the half empty mug down and picking up a piece of toast. “And then tonight we celebrate.”

Emile muttered something in French to Morgan, who the frowned. “Apparently Brody is going to with us today. He says not to take offence to what happened yesterday, the man is upset that his sister is in the colony still, and that the fake Alpha is connected to her somehow.” She shrugged, taking a bite of her toast and continuing. “He’s a douche, but he’s committed to the pack, loyal. He’s upset because Douglas had to be sent home, his brother, after the hunter from the colony put a spear through his chest, then Brody almost lost his eye during that hunt.”


Eliasdagood
Safton
St. Boethius
Crono

 

[Eliasdagood]

She shakes her head. "Not professionally, if that's what you mean." She drinks the water, actually glad to have something to drink, and calmly jabs the back of her wrist with the knife. In this case, her lack of blood is a good thing. It won't regenerate as normal, and give her away.

She hands both items back to him. "I learned a bit from one before he got taken out. Not too much, but enough to know how to hide, and some things I'm capable of handling. Mostly the former."

 

[Crono]

Emile gave his lack of an answer, same as last night and momentarily Chase regretted asking as he started eating his toast. Morgan followed up with more and he nodded in thanks, "More drinking? You guys sure like your alcohol around here." He sipped at his coffee as he thought about the hunt that would show him his place in the pack. Chase had always hunted alone, it was all he knew personally. So this was going to be a different experience entirely.

Hearing that Brody was going was no big surprise, he was part of the pack so Chase understood he'd end up meeting the man eventually. What he didn't know was that Brody had a sister in the Colony, and from the sound of it she had some sort of connection to Will. He also had a sibling who was sent away injured, from Elijah. Chase went quiet whilst he continued eating, mulling over the fact that both men had made themselves targets of the pack. "Pan used both the colony and the pack for his entertainment." He spoke, lowering the mug back to the table with his food mostly finished. "Don't worry I'll try not to hold a grudge. Sounds like multiple pack members have family in Vitae." Which only pushed the questioning on why the Pack would want to attack the colony.

"Thanks for that, by the way." He'd comment on what happened yesterday while looking towards Morgan, "How's the shoulder?" Chase knew it was likely mostly healed if not all the way, but it was instinct to ask.​

NanLia

 

[Safton]

William smiled, wrapping his arms around Mac's shoulders and pulling her tightly to him.

"I appreciate the thought, but maybe I should go with you. We only just now got Brendan in our corner. With everything going on, it might be best that he stay there."

William knew Mackenzie had no intention of being diplomatic on this issue... even more so than usual when it came to her and Jack. At the moment, Brendan was one of their few allies on the Council when it came to Mackenzie's status as well as the dealings with Franklin. Will had no intention of sending Ashley-May off to New Jersey, but he hoped to prevent anything that Brendan might see as them undermining his authority.

NanLia ​

 

[St. Boethius]

While the experience as a whole was an embarrassing one thanks to Sandy's professionalism the both of them managed to get Solomon dressed and ready to go. Though he was a little surprised at the lack of response from Sandy at seeing his multiple tattoos and scars he was a little grateful. It saved him the time of explaining how they allowed him to draw power from spirits or from himself to trap spirits. It was thanks to those symbols that he was able to defeat and cage Pan.

When Sandy asked if he needed anything he responded, " Just my knife and one of those books. Who knows, maybe I'll learn something new." He said with a smile. He could tell today was going to be a good day.
NanLia

 

[NanLia]

​

Bart watched intently as the girl took the object from him and surprisingly passed the tests. He always thought he had a nose for this sort of thing, but clearly he was starting to get paranoid. He took back his flask and pocketed it, wiping the blade clean before returning it to its sheath. "So you're not a hunter, but you came here... to where all the hunters are gathering." He said slowly, still watching her. "How long you plan on staying?"

Morgan smiled and shrugged, rolling the shoulder that had been bit. "I'm good, and no worries, you're one of us now and that's what we do." She started to dig into her breakfast, now waking up and finally feeling hungry. "Besides, if he wanted to hurt me it would have been far worse. That was just a love nip."

Emile listened as Morgan explained the typical introduction to a new wolf to the pack, and, admittedly, she did a far better job of it than he would have been able to in English. He finished his meal and leaned back in his chair, tilting his head aside as Chase commented about the pack having many members with family in Vitae. "Brody, Malcolm et Douglas sont tout le même famille. They all family. Only one blood at Vitae, Skye Cannonach." A name he knew far too well, even as he spoke it he gave a slight sneer. He'd never met the girl personally, and of course her own family swore she wasn't nearly as nasty as she acted, that she was only frightened of the prospect of becoming a wolf, but he had only seen the wolf hunter, the one that continuously killed his pack whenever she had the chance. "You know a way to stop her? Put her out so we don't fight her?" It was an honest inquiry, if he knew who she was the maybe he had some insight Emile hadn't thought of before.

Mackenzie shifted to look up at Will as he spoke, an eyebrow raised in mocking displeasure but a smile quirked across her lips, "Are you suggesting I might jeopardize the only Council member that likes me?" She knew well enough what he meant, and they both knew she had zero intentions of backing off of Brendan. She was resigned to allow Will to not only attend her 'confrontation' but speak on their behalf. She needed to keep a low profile for the time being, and telling off Brendan publicly would likely sour her attempt.

Sandy nodded, stepping around the wheelchair to collect Solomon's blade and the first book in the short stack she had brought to him. She set both on his lap before taking up the chair and wheeling him from the room. This time she took him out the front of the Clinic, both nurses behind the nursing station did not look pleased but she smiled and said 'Have a nice day!' on her way none the less. Out front of the Clinic the colony was just starting to wake, people heading to what jobs they did have within the walls, everyone did something to pull their weight here; whilst she didn't mind it, there were days she thought of leaving, rejoining the real world.

It was not a far walk to the Mess Hall that was just opening for the morning, she wheeled him into the large eating space and paused momentarily to look over the slowly filling tables. However before she could take him to a table someone was shouting her name over the low din of the room, an older woman standing up and waving from across the way. "Oh lord." She muttered but slowly made her way towards the table. It was occupied by the older woman who had called her name, an older man and two younger males, likely mid to late teens each. She pushed Solomon up to the tables edge where he would be seated comfortable, before stepping around.

"Uh, Mr. David, These are my parents. Alice and Peter Jones, and by younger brothers. Alex and Travis."



Eliasdagood
Crono
Safton
St. Boethius

 

[Eliasdagood]

She looks up at him. "I don't know. I've been alone for so long, I can't stand it anymore." She replies. "I'll be happy to help out in any way I can. I'm pretty good at finding supplies, and I can fight well enough."

So far, so good. I don't think there are any tests for djinni, I just have to hope no one sees my hands.

 

[Safton]

​

William's mouth curved into a smirk of his own. "Hm, 'likes' is a bit of a strong word," he joked quietly, rubbing soft circles behind her neck. "But I'll see what I can do." He sighed reluctantly. "We'd better get going; Brendan's probably already putting together search party for her as we speak... and I'd rather catch him while his mood is still at least halfway decent," he remarked with the same smirk.

With that, Will turned to open the front door before offering his hand to Mac.

NanLia ​

 

[Crono]

Chase couldn't help but feel like she was covering for Brody even if a little, but he wasn't going to push because maybe it was a pack thing and Morgan didn't seem bothered about it.

The family relationship made a whole lot more sense when Emile explained it, Mac has more than just a father in the pack. It was stupid, her not saying anything, not having any kind of plan when this inevitably came up, so now he was forced to wing it. With the way the pack Alpha spoke her name solidified Malcolm's comments on that she could never be a part of the pack to Chase. Emile wanted to know of a way to remove her from the situation entirely, strong-arm her even. The answer was Yes he did, Will and Ashley were Mac's weak spots that was all to clear and could be used to get the woman to stand down.

But Chase wasn't here to help the pack take out Vitae or the assholes who put him in this position to begin with, "I don't know much about her other than her name I'm afraid, not much help there." Chase took what food was left on his plate onto his fork before finishing it off and sitting back in the chair himself. "Let's rewind to the what you said last night about the hunters wanting to be a part of the pack." He was re-directing slightly but it was a subject that had been bothering him since the alpha had mentioned it the night before.​

NanLia

 

[NanLia]

Bart continued to frown watching the young woman, but eventually he shrugged. "Don't know what use you'd be, but that's not my decision to make. You said you can fight, and we'll be needing fighters. There is a Councilmen looking for new recruits to help with your on going situation. His name is Councilmen Hendrix, you go in past the gate and head down the main street, there is a large tent 'bout ten minutes down the road. That's where the Council meets, I'll let him know you're coming."

With that Bart signaled the other guard atop the wall to open the gates and allow her entry to the colony. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and started typing out a text to Will. -Sending a new recruit your way. Says she can fight. Looking for a safe place to say.-

She was certain William was not wrong when he said Brendan likely would have sent out a search party for Ashley, she reluctantly removed her arms from holding onto him before accepting his hand and stepping out the front door. The colony was starting to wake up with the growing morning light, and despite the thousand things she was currently worried about, she found herself rather calm. She remained quiet as they made their way towards the Command Tent, knowing it was very likely that Brendan would immediately be enraged at the sight of the both of them and no Ashley, she was attempting to up with an excuse, anything that would be excusable to prevent Brendan's impending anger from being too sever but found nothing beyond her own worry about her friends safety.

​

Seeing that both Chase and Emile were done with their breakfast's Morgan rose from the table and collected the breakfast plates, taking them only a few feet away to the small kitchenette and starting to wash them. As much as she hated doing dishes, she hated cooking more, so this was certainly a fair trade in her opinion.

Emile gave a rather defeated shrug when Chase stated he didn't know of a way to remove Skye from their path. He already knew the girl would likely eliminate a good many of his wolves before they could effectively take her out. She was far too crafty to be trusted, and it would be pointless to attempt to get Brody to go after her; he would never kill off his own blood. He was distracted by his thoughts as Chase returned to a topic from the night before. Emile was mildly surprised by this, given how heated Chase had become with it, but he would give him what information he wanted. Even if the man sitting across from his was a spy for the colony, it would not change what would come.

"Oui." He answered rather simply. "Ils - They know what is coming. They want to be en sécurité. Safe." He inhaled slowly before continuing, hoping it wouldn't be to difficult yo get his point across. "Our Voyant... Um. Come une prophète?" He shook his head, already stumbling for words, but soon Morgan piped up from the sink. "Seers, our Prophets." Emile nodded, thankful for her presence. "Yes, our prophets have see what is come. La fin. The end. L'abîme s'ouvre and free le premier péché." He growled annoyed with his own deficiencies, clearly he was going to need to speak more English if he was going to continue to communicate with Chase. Once more Morgan was filling in, back turned to the two men. "The Abyss will open and free the First Sin."

Emile continued, "He will kill all in his way. If we do not work ensemble, we all mourir. All die. Les chasseurs know this, Vitae knows this. Some want to be stronger. Want to live but Vitae will not let them leave. Holds them inside the walls. Stops their freedom. So we came to them. Pour les sauver. To save."


Eliasdagood
Safton
Crono

 

[Safton]

​

As they silently approached the Command Tent, Will glanced over at Mac. "Any bright ideas?" he asked lightly, giving her a sideways smile. "If push comes to shove, I may have to go in her place. Just say she's sick and off her game, something like that," he remarked hesitantly. He didn't like the idea of leaving the Colony on short notice and knew Brendan wouldn't either... but they had few options. And if it was between subjecting himself a trip to New Jersey or risking Mac's status here at Vitae, it wasn't even a remotely hard decision to make.

NanLia ​

 

[Crono]

Chase decided it would likely never get old seeing a frustrated Emile fumble with his English. Maybe it was part of the reason he wasn't as uncomfortable being around the Alpha as he'd always thought he would be when it came to pack leaders. It showed that Emile had flaws, and that made him seem more human. When Morgan would give out the translations he'd peer over the older mans shoulder at her despite the fact she couldn't see him. Prophets. The End. The Abyss. First Sin. Apocalypse.

Chase didn't know what to make of it, he wanted to assume it was supernatural creatures being crazy and reacting accordingly. But Emile wasn't crazy, or at least he didn't give that impression, the Alpha was simply a believer. Besides,it wasn't like crazy things didn't happen in this line of business. Currently Chase was trying to think of Emile's wording on the subject less of a basic level and more of a spiritual level.

"I understand what your saying, well I don't really, but I get that you personally do. But the pack was the only impending threat I knew of from my time in Vitae. There was no talk about the Apocalypse or anything of the sort, and everyone was free to come and go as far as I'm aware. Just like you've said we are free to do either here. Mind you I wasn't there for very long." Chase let out a deep concentrated breath, "Have you tried maybe talking to the colony, you know, without the threats?"

He'd have never thought it a possibility to maybe talk the Alpha out of this attack, but maybe it was. Or maybe Emile wouldn't listen and decide Chase wasn't as loyal as he seemed. But as far as Chase was concerned he wasn't saying anything to sound disloyal, but trying to understand.​

NanLia

 

[Eliasdagood]

Ginny smiles, and dips her head, walking inside. "Thank you." She murmurs. Into the lions' den. She thinks to herself, walking along the path he set her on. She takes a deep breath, her strides long, trying to act confident.

Councilman, huh? I guess they'd handle all the new recruits. Oh, gods, I'm going to die here. These people are killers. She reaches the tent, and swallows, knowing that this is the true test to see if she can do this. She takes a deep breath, straightens herself, and steps inside.