Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[Safton]

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Will had drawn his sidearm as soon as he heard the noise at the back of the house, but now let out a sigh of relief as Mackenzie came into view, along with Elijah in the corridor behind her. Returning the handgun to its holster and securely locking the front door, he smiled and stepped toward him, holding out his fist. Elijah looked at the outstretched arm with wry amusement before fist-bumping the older man.


"You good?" Hendrix asked.


Elijah nodded. "I'm fine. Your little toy came in handy this time, Sarge," he remarked, flipping the multitool in the air and catching it before returning it to his pocket. "Her sutures are another story," Elijah said. "We didn't have time to be cautious on the way out."


Will turned to Mackenzie. "I've got a suture kit in my room. Whenever you're ready, you should let me take a look at those." He paused before quickly adding, "Or Ash, if you're more comfortable with that."

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos smiled and shook his head, " No it's fine thank you. I'll handle searching outside of America. If you could just spread the word to other Hunters that's more than enough." After all humans were ill equipped to deal with a force capable of kidnapping a divine being. Even such a minor goddess such as a Muse. " My dreams will search that side of the planet for information. Maybe once our artist goes to sleep I can find some answers." Hypnos assured them. With this all settled Hypnos nodded to the other Elders and snapped his fingers waking the ones not strong enough to resist him.


With his deal struck with the leadership now Hypnos could worry about Mackenzie and the promise he had made her to protect her sister. Sure it was during a dream, but he swore nonetheless so he needed to make sure she wasn't caught up in that mob. Once she was safe he could turn his attention to Mackenzie and the two men. Hypnos took his staff and  headed straight to the house that they had used the night before. He needed to retrieve his artifacts before something bad happened.

 

[NanLia]

Upon seeing that Mackenzie was alright, if not a little worse for ware, she remembered about the meeting, what she'd been told, and what Mackenzie had neglected to tell her over the last five years of hunting.  Her smile would fade and she'd look away.  "You can do it."  Ashley would say to William at his offer to repair Mackenzie's sutures.


Mackenzie would frown, seeing Ashley's reaction, but said nothing.  "Yea, let's go."  She'd slowly make her way across the room towards the bedroom doors, she'd pick the one with two beds, making the assumption the two men were not sharing the room with the single bed and move inside.  She'd move far enough into the room to allow William to come in behind her, uncertain of where he wanted her to go, but she'd tug up the back of her shirt, hissing as the bandages pulled at the sutures.  "Oh," She'd pull out the two bags of pain relievers and tossed them on the bed.  "I told the nurse you'd know what to do with those."  She'd offer him a small smile and a light shrug. "Didn't want her to worry more than she already was."

 

[Safton]

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William stepped past Mackenzie to grab the comforter of his bed and tug it away, leaving the bare sheets. "Go ahead and lay on your side. Make yourself comfortable, I just need to be able to see what I'm dealing with." Meanwhile, he would walk over and pick up the bag Mack had tossed onto the other bed, holding it up to examine the contents. Oxymorphone. Solid pills this time, not a drip. He grunted thoughtfully. They would have to do. All the same, Hendrix felt a familiar tightening sensation in his chest as he stared at the little white tablets, a distant crawling in the back of his head. His opiate addiction -- just one more piece of damage to his mind and body that had come after that night in Afghanistan -- was long behind him, but it had left a mark nonetheless. Being this close to the meds again brought back... unpleasant memories.  Dragging his attention away and back to Mackenzie, he mentally estimated her height and weight to determine the proper dosage. He erred on the side of caution, low-balling the amount. It might not be fun for her once he got to work, but it was better than an overdose. He removed a single pill from the bag before fetching an unopened water bottle from his desk; it was room temperature, but he doubted she was the kind to be picky. Will handed them both to her. "Go ahead and take this." As she did, he grabbed his suture kit, sliding on a pair of nitrile gloves and making sure the equipment was sterilized and ready.


Elijah had taken a seat, apprehensively watching Ashley. Her mood toward Mackenzie had shifted and quickly. It didn't take a genius to know why. Still, he wasn't sure if broaching that particular subject was the best idea at the moment. Instead, now seemed like a good time to set their previous "disagreement" right. "I'm sorry," he blurted out suddenly. "About earlier." He sighed. "I was raised to be a Hunter, a good one. It's easy to forget that the people who happen upon this lifestyle bring just as much to the table." He shook his head. "When I met Will, I was... dubious. He had barely a year of experience under his belt. I thought he was a trigger-happy ex-Soldier. Crippled: physically... and emotionally." A smile crossed his face. "Then he saved my life." Davenport threw up his hands. "Just like you saved Mackenzie's last night. That blood transfusion is something I never would have been able to do. I didn't mean to doubt you. Just know that I'm a work-in-progress and that it won't happen a second time," he finished lightly.

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie would do as she was instructed, moving to the bed that William had stripped down and gently lowering herself onto it, attempting to find a position where she could keep herself balanced, but didn't require using much of her back muscles; arm curled under her head, knees tucked up, nearly in a fetal position. It was only then she came to realize how tired she was.  Adrenaline had been forcing her to move, giving her strength and power to walk and run, but she was safe now, or at least safer, the natural drugs were ebbing from her system making her drowsy and sore.  He'd return after inspecting the drugs and hand her off a dosage, she was putting a lot of faith into his knowledge of medicine, she knew that Ashley had said he was talented.  She'd take the provided pill and water, drinking nearly half the bottle before returning it's cap and laying back down in the position she'd found the easiest.


Ashley had turned when Elijah had first started speaking, anger was directed at him but it faded as he continued.  At least he'd admitted he was wrong, maybe not about her skills, she knew she lacked some of what others could offer but she excelled in others.  She'd sigh, raising her hands to rub her face, then she'd move to sit at one end of the couch.  "Thank you,"  She'd say, eyes coming back to his she'd curl her legs underneath her, resting her head against the back of the sofa.  "I get it, I'm not like you, or Mac.  I have a lot to learn, and I know I won't ever be a strong, physically, just not built that way."  She'd give a slight shrug.  "The transfusion, yea.  I didn't know if it would work, really, but I didn't save her, William did.  If he hadn't been there with the quickclot...."  She'd trail off.  "The IV was the easy part, I was always the one called to the ER to find the hardest of veins."  A slight smile would cross her lips, remembering a time before. "Even doctors that had been ER trained for years before me would call for my help, said I had a gift for it." She'd even laugh a little. "Some gift."   

 

[Safton]

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Will grabbed a small wooden chair from the corner of the room, setting it by the bed alongside Mackenzie. He reached forward, gently grabbing the hem of her shirt and rolling it upwards to expose the entirety of the wound across her back. He examined the incision closely; it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The upper portion of her sutures near the shoulder had been torn out; Hendrix imagined that had to have been very painful. Luckily, however, the injury didn't seem to have been exacerbated by the new trauma and most of the sutures were still in place. With the skin around the injury having already been debrided by the clinic personnel the day before, Hendrix merely had to redo the sutures on the upper half of the injury. Raising a gauze patch, he gently dabbed at the bleeding. Once it was clear and disinfected, he'd get to work with the stitches. "Do your best to hold still," Will remarked quietly. "I know; easier said than done."


Elijah smiled. "I guess we can't always choose our talents." He paused, looking thoughtfully toward the window. "My family would have never agreed with me on this, but I think Hunters like you and Will are important to have around. Having people from other walks of life, with different skills, different experiences... it's a fresh perspective. Keeps the legacies like Mack and I from becoming too sure of ourselves." He realized he was rambling, his inner philosopher coming out. Elijah turned to Ash, then, his tone becoming more flat. "Make no mistake, you kept her alive last night when no one else could have. Will and I would have never showed up without your broadcast."

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie would wince and hiss as she felt William move her shirt away from the wound, the once more as he dabbed at it with gauze.  "These drugs are not as good as the other ones,"  She'd murmur and tilt her head to look over her shoulder, first towards him, then at his work.  It wasn't as thought she could tell if he was doing a good job or not, by all means she'd had plenty of sutures and stitches and broken bones throughout her life, but she certainly wasn't about to complain about quality when she didn't have to try and do it herself.  Despite her complaint about the effectiveness of the drugs her eyes still became dilated, lids heavy.  They didn't bring the over all pleasant numbness as the others had earlier that day, nor did they make her drowsy, she just simply felt a little tipsy.


Ashley would shrug some, she definitely did not feel as though she'd done much beyond panic and ruin the seats in Mackenzie's car.  "What was it like?  Being part of a hunting family?"  She was curious to see if what Mackenzie had told her was any different than Elijah's life.  "Mac said it was rough, she never had a home, always on the road.  Is it like that for all hunters?  All legacy's?"  She couldn't imagine not having a home.  She'd grown up with her single mom, and two older sisters.  She'd come from a tiny farm town in Kansas and had spent most of her life dreaming about leaving and moving to New York.  She'd accomplished that, only to have her world turned inside out.

 

[Crono]

Chase Keaton & Joe Keaton
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Vitae Colony
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When Chase rounded the bustling corner near the shops he spotted his father walking direction. The older man looked as though he'd just lost a bet, and as they closed in on each other Chase caught something about 'Closed-minded pricks.' from Joe's muttering. This more or less caused a sly grin to cross Chase's face, amused about how the tables had turned because now his father was the one not too thrilled about being here. "Well you were right about the wolves, seems we have until the next full moon til they attack."


Chase scoffed, "What'd I tell you? The nose knows." The younger man could see the stress going on behind his fathers eyes, so while he wanted to say I told you so he also wanted to try and put his mind to ease if only a little. "It's not like we haven't dealt with wolves before." This caused Joe to shake his head, "This isn't just some flea bitten pack. Besides," Joe took a quick look around to make sure nobody was in earshot, "you won't exactly be able to transform to fight back in here. You'd be just another wolf to these people." Chase frowned, that thought wasn't lost on him but if it got that bad he might not have a choice.


Joe raised a hand in defense, "Look, I'm going to go see if I can't get anymore information from the top. You just...familiarize yourself with the place." His dad shrugged and Chase narrowed his eyes, "What do you think I'll be doing, marking my territory like a dog? You do realize that wouldn't stop them right?" Joe's face contorted into a look of amusement and innocence as he backed away and turned around heading off towards the center of town, leaving Chase just shaking his head with his arms crossed. No, Chase understood what he meant, get the lay of the land and possibly learn the everyday scents of the colony well enough so that if he were to ever catch a smell that didn't match up he'd know. 

 

[Safton]

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The wound thoroughly irrigated and disinfected, William got to work on the sutures. He smiled at Mackenzie's comment. "Beggars can't be choosers, Mack," he remarked jokingly. His tone took on a more serious aspect when he added, "Trust me when I say you don't want to get too used to the feeling that comes with them." He paused to gently work a suture through the outer layers of her skin, slowly binding the wound back together. "There are some things worse than pain." He sighed. "Personal experience." Leaving those memories where they belonged, he transitioned back to the dutiful medic. "Shouldn't take much longer."


Eli considered the question thoughtfully. The karambit was in his hand again, idly twirling in his hand as he spoke, "It is for a lot of them, yes. Especially here in America. My own childhood... was a bit different." He inclined his head. "The name 'Davenport' doesn't mean much here in the States, but across the pond we're a... dynasty, I suppose. We've been Hunters for centuries, in one form or another. I've heard our family once had ties with the Knights Templar and the Vatican back in the day. Some say St. George -- the Dragonslayer -- was not only real, but one of our ancestors." He chuckled. "I don't know if even half of those are true, but they were the bedtime stories I grew up on."


He shrugged. "I've lived all over Europe, but there was always the estate back in England to come back to. My mother insisted that I at least have the chance at a 'normal' life; she put me through more private schools than I could count. I even went to Oxford. The dirty little secret of our family was that our ancestors had been Hunting a long time... and had gotten very rich doing it. Regardless, I don't know if my she did it for me or just to spite my father, but... either way, I ended up coming back to what I knew best in the end."


Elijah turned back to face Ashley. "Sorry for the history lesson. Old habits. But to answer your question, I think it's like that for most. Hunting monsters makes it difficult to manage a stable home life... as we both know."

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie wouldn't push William, it wasn't her business what his personal experience had been, instead she'd settle back against the best, wincing as he started slipping the metal through flesh.  "I take it Brendan -" She'd pause, emit a soft growl as another suture was pulled taut. "has labeled me part of the pack, or at the very least the reason the pack is here."  It was more a statement than a questions.  "I warned him what would happen if he told the colony who, or what I was they'd rebel."  She had hoped he would have given her more time to heal before throwing her to he proverbial wolves.


Ashley would smile at Elijah story, then laugh at his apology for a history lesson.  "No, it's nice.  It was kind of your mother gave you an opportunity at something else, even if it wasn't your calling."   At least there was possibility of some stability.  "It looks like the hunting families here are like your own, not the longevity but trying to make it a normal life."  She'd shrug some. "Sometimes I regret doing this, joining Mac.  I miss my old life, -err."  She'd glace away.  "Before I learned about Monsters, that is.  I'd be done medical school now, I guess I would be working in a the trauma center at Colombia.  I never told Mac, but I've reapplied to school four times over the years, when I think I've had enough, I just never go through with it.  Can't picture myself setting someone's bones, and knowing it was caused by a Monster, and just not going to hunt it down."

 

[Safton]

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Will considered the question, unsure of how to approach it. "Yes and no," he replied slowly, working another suture in. "Your name never came up, but he told everyone what happened last night along with your... 'history'." He paused to let that settle in. "I don't know whether it occurred to him that the information he gave out was enough for the Hunters to connect the dots," he remarked, a bit dryly. While he appreciated the Elder's commitment to openness and honesty, he wasn't happy about the situation Mack -- and by extension the rest of them -- had been placed in.


Elijah nodded. "That much I can understand. For what it's worth, I think you made the right choice." He smiled. "I'm sure you would have been a great doctor, but you're making a difference here, too. Not everyone can say the same." Davenport shrugged. "Besides, after all of..." he waved his hand around in an all-encompassing gesture, "...'this' blows over, maybe you can live out the dream here. Get some stability, at least."

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie would listen and give an aggravated sigh,  "Brendan means well, he's a by the book kind of guy, but he doesn't always think things through.  He wants to be open and honest about everything, but somethings shouldn't be told."  She'd pause as another suture was added, not able to speak at the same time.  "I don't know if I can stay here, any longer.  Not with the other hunters like this, but if I leave you need to keep Ashley here with you, and safe."  She'd look over her shoulder to him, she wanted to make her case clear.  "She can't leave these walls until this is settled.  If my the pack -my family, know about her, they'll take her, they'll turn her."


Ashley would smile at Elijah's belief, but she'd shake her head.  "You think this is going to blow over?"  She certainly didn't.  "That there will be a happily ever after.  Didn't you hear what Elder Brendan said?  The pack took out a colony almost twice this size, in a matter of days."  She'd sigh and lean back.  "I know they think we can defend this place, but really.  It might be better to scatter."

 

[Safton]

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Will was silent for several moments following Mack's request. He wasn't sure how to respond to that. As much as he hated the idea of her out there by herself, he could hardly blame her for wanting to put some distance between herself and the Colony. The Hunters here -- some of them, anyway -- had made their feelings clear enough. Finally, Hendrix began to speak, albeit slowly, concentrating on the sutures. "Are you sure that's any safer, for either of you? With what's coming, I mean." He sighed. "You know she won't take that well. Between the two of us, she wasn't happy hearing about Boresit from Brendan," his tone was even. The last thing he wanted to do was sound judgemental. He understood the value of secrets as well as anyone.


Eli inclined his head, spinning the tip of the knife against the end table. "Honestly? I don't know." He leaned forward in his chair, returning the blade to his lap. "But what I do know is that there are at least a few good people here at Vitae, and they deserve a chance to defend their homes," he said forcefully, before settling back into the seat. "Besides, we have something Boresit and Alliance didn't." Elijah's mouth curved into a wolfish grin. "We know they're coming."

 

[NanLia]

He hadn't agreed with her, that much was clearly stated in his response.  Mackenzie wouldn't answer for some time, and when she did it was carefully thought out, and spoken softly.  "And what if the pack is here because of me?  It might not be safe to leave, and it's not the hunters here that worry me.  If by some chance the pack is here because I am here, then what right do I have staying and risking the lives of everyone else?"  She'd frown hearing him reveal why Ashley had been distant earlier.  "I guess she has the right to be mad, I never told her any of this."  She'd chew her lip a moment before asking. "How much detail did Brendan give you?"


Ashley would nod slowly, he did have a point, they were aware of what was coming, but the knot in her stomach didn't subside.  These were not warriors, not trained fighters, and yes Vitae was working to get them trained for at least basic combat, it didn't, by any means, make the upcoming fight close to fair.  They would be outnumbered, and over powered.  The wolves had natural instincts to kill where humans?  Well they tend to be sheep.  She'd sigh softly, "I need a drink."  She'd be rising from the couch to move towards the kitchen, "I'm pretty sure I saw-"  She'd pause as she opened the fridge door, beer.  It wasn't the top of her list, but it would do for now.  "What one?" She'd ask, lifting a bottle so he could see what she was offering.

 

[Crono]

Chase Keaton
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Vitae Colony
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Chase's walk through the colony came with a few...surprises. He'd started out near the shop area, and had uncomfortably watched as silver weapons were sold like hotcakes. Swords, knives, arrowheads, bullets, you name it and there was a silver version of it. Chase swallowed hard as he watched the hunters buy their wares and gather in small groups brandishing such things, all it would take is one little touch. A part of it was not wanting to be outed, but mostly it was because silver burned like holy hell fire on a stick, and he wanted no part of that. After walking away from that area he'd made sure not to make it obvious that he was taking in the smells, making it seem like he was sight-seeing if anything as he walked about and only taking a full whiff when something really jumped out at his senses. 


The sudden strong smell of Poppy's stopped the man in his tracks before turning his head in the direction it was coming from and following the trail slowly. The strangest part was the fact that it was only the smell of Poppy, nothing mixed in, no human possibly carrying a big basket full, just Poppy. And this was a red flag for him. He passed by buildings, people, and vehicles along the way.


But then his nose got a hostile takeover of blood, not only human blood but wolf blood. Chase fought the instinctual reaction to growl though his lip did a small quiver and instead he would grind his teeth a little, aware of his surroundings. The smell of wolf blood took priority considering the situation and he veered off course from his original path, to an extent. The strongest of the scent led him directly to a vehicle outside a house, Chase paused on the sidewalk and looked about to see if anyone was around to watch him. Once comfortable enough he stepped off to peer into the car curiously. 


Something had clearly gone on, he could see blood stains covering the seats and dash. Even some guts in the floorboard, the smell was hitting him hard. Enough so that he took a step back and away from the vehicle, even though it wasn't exactly fresh blood. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was something. Either way Chase took it upon himself to delve further, with the threat of wolves on the rise he needed to make sure this wasn't some sort of infiltration. And there was the scent of fresh blood coming from inside, so the man stalked up to the side of the building. Many of the windows seemed to have the blinds shut, but not all, and once he found one that he was able to peek through he slowly risked the glance.


Inside he could see a blonde woman walking away from the window, and a gingery pale man sitting in a chair with a knife in one hand and a beverage in the other. If not for the fact that he was focused on the task at hand, and maybe he could get an earful of what they were saying if not for the fact that he couldn't hear their muffled voices over his own damn heart beating in his ears from how nervous he was. The situation was a precarious one, but between what was going on today and his current position he was starting to feel less and less confident about this. Just...chill.

 

[Safton]

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"He gave us enough," William said quietly. "About what happened to the Colony you grew up in... and your family, afterward." He stopped before continuing, running the last suture through, pulling the flesh taut once again. Bringing up the shears to cut the excess. "We don't know if the Pack is only interested in you. You weren't at Alliance and that didn't stop them then. It may not stop them this time, either. Besides, you know more about them than anyone. Stay here, you're an asset. The Hunters may not like you being here, but they have to appreciate that." He sighed. "I don't want you thinking you don't have options here, Mack."


"Sure," Elijah remarked. Normally he wouldn't drink when things were this tense -- especially not the swill that Americans swore as beer, of all things -- but he could do with something to take the edge off. "So... are you planning on staying?" Elijah asked suddenly. Very subtle, he thought dryly.

 

[NanLia]

William was done and Mackenzie was great-full for it.  She would shift, painfully slow so she was sitting on the bed, shirt being carefully pulled back down over her back.  She'd offer William a weak smile, "I guess you're right."  She hadn't been near Alliance, or here, when the pack had attacked first, but it didn't stop her from feeling responsible.  "This seems to be becoming a habit for us."  She'd say, smile spreading.  "I get hurt, you sew me back up."  She'd hold her hand out to him, palm side up, wrist exposed, waiting expectantly.


Ashley would smirk and shake her head as she leaned back into the fridge to grab another beer.  Closing the fridge, two beers in hand, she'd move along the kitchen opening the top drawers, searching.  "I guess I am, for now."  She'd answer, and when she found what she was looking for, a bottle opener, she'd pop the lids off the two beer, leaving the opener and caps on the counter.  She was coming back to the living room, "We both know I'm not going anywhere without Mac-"  She'd stop suddenly in her tracks, a man! Standing at the window, staring through where the blinds were parted. "Eli! a Hunter."

 

[Safton]

William returned the smile as he reached out to take Mackenzie's hand in his own. It was unnecessary from a medical standpoint, but he found himself gently pressing his fingers against the bottom of her wrist all the same, holding eye contact as he did so. "You're right," he remarked wryly. "I should really start charging a fee."


Elijah whirled around in his seat to follow Ashley's gaze. Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of a young man's face in the window. Davenport quickly stood up, stepping out of line of sight. The last thing he wanted was to attract attention to the house, but it may have been too late to avoid that. He hugged the wall as he crept forward, tugging the curtains shut. He turned to Ashley, "Go tell Will and Mack," he whispered. 

 

[Crono]

Chase Keaton
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Vitae Colony
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"Shit." Chase whispered the curse under his breath the moment he suspected he'd been spotted, moving quickly back against the wall of the home. The blonde hadn't returned to his line of sight from the corner of the window, and the man had seemed spooked by the fact that he moved out of sight quick enough followed by the curtains being drawn. The voices had hushed into whispers and now Chase's heartbeat was beating like a drum in his ears obnoxiously. Not that he really needed the line of sight, but it was useful. If anything he was trying to gather information and that meant all he had to do was listen if need be, hopefully. 


He could leave now, maybe come back at some other point. But who's to say it wouldn't be too late somehow. Especially considering he may have just been made, or maybe they'd think he was just passing by, not likely considering where the window was located. Instead Chase ducked below the window and started cautiously making his way towards the back of the home, crouching along the outside wall. If nothing else he needed to try and listen to find out if they'd mention him and what they'd say, which meant getting his heart-rate more under control. The man paused at the back corner of the home, peering around the corner to make sure nobody had come out the back then he pulled back and rested his head against the building and tried to calm.


Of everything he needed to learn growing up, keeping his heart rate in check was the one thing he never fully gained control of. This proved to be a major annoyance in certain cases, something about the feel of adrenaline of this line of work was the suspect.

 

[NanLia]

It was an odd feeling of comfort, William holding her wrist.  She didn't know why, but it felt the same as it had the last time, Mackenzie would smile, then laugh hearing his dry comment.  "Well here's hoping you accept other forms of payment."  The moment she said it she balked, eyes wide, pupils dilated she was shaking her head. " No, I mean.  Not that, just, other than cash." She was back peddling and failing at it, face turning crimson.  "Like physical labor or..." She'd just stop, stammering as she stared at him, embarrassed.  Free hand would rise to cover her face and she'd whisper softly.  "The drugs are working."


Ashley would set the open bottles on the counter where she'd been standing and would walk softly across the room and down the hall to the bedroom Mac and Will were currently occupying.  She'd frown seeing Mackenzie seem flustered but she'd get to the point, in a hushed voice she'd speak. "We may have company, in the form of another hunter."  Then she'd directly state to Will "Eli wanted you."  She was still watching Mac, uncertain of what had just transpired and whether or not she should care.

 

[Safton]

William had lowered his gaze and was at least going through the motions of checking Mackenzie's pulse when she mentioned alternative forms of payment. He reacted before his mind could process, inadvertently freezing like a deer caught in the headlights at the comment. As she began to furiously explain herself, he looked up and saw the telltale dilation in her pupils. He relaxed as the tension of the moment seeming to drain like water from a punctured balloon... for him, anyway. She was obviously still mortified about the comment. Unable to pass up the opportunity to have a laugh at her expense, he continued to stare at her in faux confusion.


"The drugs are working."


Will slowly cracked a grin. "I know. Don't worry, you're off the hook."


Seeing movement in his peripherals, Hendrix quickly turned to see Ashley standing in the doorway. His eyes flicked back to his hand on Mackenzie's and he released the grip as Ash told him what was going on. He nodded, standing up. The levity in his demeanor was gone in an instant; the veteran was back. "We should double-check to make sure this place is secure. With any luck, we can wait this out until Brendan gets his people under control," he said. "Until then, we all stick close to each other. Especially you, Mack," he added, a bit more tersely than intended.


Meanwhile, Elijah was meticulously creeping to each window in the front section of the house, surreptitiously pulling the blinds aside to sneak a glance outside without drawing attention. The karambit was clutched in his right hand; it was a better weapon inside the house's cramped confines than the katana would be. And, unlike Will, he didn't trust his skills with a firearm indoors, in close proximity to friendlies. In any case, he was still hoping the situation could be resolved peacefully. Still, he didn't know what to think of the fact that he'd yet to be able to get eyes on the young man he'd glimpsed in the window moments earlier... or anyone else, for that matter. Either it was an honest mistake (wishful thinking, he was sure) or there was an ambush in the works.

 

[Crono]

Chase Keaton
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Vitae Colony
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Chase let out a deep breath, at least for the moment things seemed fine. Nobody'd started shooting, no growling, and while he was getting a very faint smell of wolf from inside he was feeling less confident that there was even the possibility of one being in there. So maybe, just maybe he'd jumped to conclusions. This didn't however end the suspicion that those inside weren't involved somehow. Typically the innocent have no need to hide, and that's exactly what they'd done when spotting him. Rather than telling him off or ask him what he was doing they'd hidden themselves from view as well as lowered their voices. 


This limited his choices, but mainly Chase was thinking about just getting face to face with them. On one hand if he got inside and they decided to try and take him out he was confident enough that he could overpower them. The downside was not knowing exactly how many were in there, and numbers could be a problem, though unless they caught onto the fact that he was a Werewolf they wouldn't likely be able to kill him...Well, hopefully not anyways. 


"Time to nut-up or shut-up." He muttered to himself before pushing off the house he'd been flat against. In a single moment as he started to walk towards the front door did he consider texting Joe about this, but this all went wrong and he got tossed out in the same day he'd been let in then he didn't want his dad getting that same treatment. Nope, his dad wanted this place to work much more than this, so he'd leave the old man out of this.


Chase eased up the steps with a normal pace then gave three quick knocks on the front door of the home. Turning to look over both shoulders at the street curiously, one hand double-checking the 9mm caliber pistol in his back waistline was within a comfortable reach and under his shirt before putting the hand back at his side and waiting patiently. 

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie was cursing at herself inwardly after hearing Ashley at the doorway.  She could see her friend was still angry, upset with the knowledge she'd found out today, but there wasn't any thing Mac could do to change it.  She'd wince hearing William scolding her, like a child, to stay close.  She knew the dangers here, hell she'd live at the brink of death most of her live, who was he to speak like that?  She was attempting to rise from her seated position on the bed, intent on giving him a piece of her mind, but those thoughts were dashed as she stood, unsteadily for a moment.  Maybe he's right.  


Ashley, despite her discontent for Mac, would be moving closer, to the petite woman's side at the sight of her unsteady stance at the bedside.  She'd nod to Will.  "I got her," before taking Mac's arm and sliding around her waist, hooking her arm under Mackenzie's to hold her up right; keep her balanced. They really didn't need any more issues for the day, "I hadn't heard anyone outside in a while." She'd say softly, keeping her voice low.  "I only caught a glimpse of someone in the window out front-."  Now she was frowning, did the peeping-tom just knock?  She would watch William quizzically, uncertain for a moment but she'd shake her head.  "I guess he's friendly?"

 

[Safton]

Will frowned at the sound of the knocks. He drew the HK45 from its holster, doing a quick brass check. "Stay here. If things go bad... do your best go get out the back," he said to Ashley and Mackenzie, before turning on his heel to walk to the living room. Elijah was already there, back pressed against the wall alongside the front door, karambit clutched in his hand and ready to strike. He made eye contact with Will before gesturing to the entrance. Will nodded to him, approaching the front door with the pistol clutched in his right hand. With a deep breath, Hendrix stepped up to the threshold at an angle and reached for the knob with his left hand, his right hand hidden behind his back with the pistol.


Here goes nothing.


Nodding one last time to his partner, William unlocked the door and swung it open to face whoever was waiting for him on the other side.

 

[Crono]

 
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Chase Keaton
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Vitae Colony
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Listening he could hear footsteps, some louder than others. He'd also caught the word friendly being spoken, but not much else. The door swung open a bit faster than Chase had anticipated, and for a moment he thought he was going to be charged into. Instead he found himself face to face with a ruggedly attractive man. One of whom he hadn't seen before when peeking in through the window, this brought the known body counter up to three. Though the bearded man staring at him didn't exactly look pleased, not that he should. With the door partially open Chase would get a nose-full of fresh blood, and the man in front of him was keeping himself directly in the opening crack of the door blocking any chance Chase had to see inside.


"Hi." Chase said rather blandly, "Couldn't help but notice your car out here with an interior coating of blood and guts." A quick cheeky smile flashing across his face before disappearing again. Not that he could say anything about the smell of a werewolf in there as well. "Kind of hard to believe whoever was inside got away unscathed...anyone hurt in there?" Chase's head tilted to the side to see if he could see anybody behind William. Going from blunt to more of a worried line of questioning, not that he really seemed worried. Though Chase was sure to keep his hands at his side and visible.