Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[NanLia]

Brendan grimaced at the news about Chase, though he was not surprised about the reaction; hunter had a deep history at reacting poorly to deep emotion. It was still concerning that Chase had been left to grieve alone, but he had to trust that Hendrix was handling the issue. Will continued on to ask after Thomas and he frowned once more. "Thomas never made it to his family. His grandfather is well, as is his grandmother; neither have seen or heard from him in a week."

He sighed deeply glancing back towards the REC center before speaking once more. "The colony knows that Joe passed last night, but don't know how." He looked back to Will. "Joe made his wants clear: no hunters pyre. We will be hosting a wake this afternoon and conducting his funeral this evening. I had hoped his son would come back to the colony. Do you know who would be best to conduct his eulogy?"
Safton

 

[Safton]

William's jaw clenched at the news about Thomas. Brendan's news had been sufficient to instantly elevate the man to the top of his list of suspects: he had left the Colony in a hurry around the time of Joe's death and lied about his destination in the process. It wasn't damning, but it certainly didn't look good. Will didn't like the idea of tracking another Hunter for murder, especially one he'd fought alongside in New York... but he owed it to Chase to follow every possible lead.

Will was shaken from his thoughts as Brendan mentioned Joe's insistence on not being cremated. He raised his eyebrows. William had never heard of a Hunter not wanting the traditional pyre; he and Elijah both had agreed early on that if either of them were to lose their life on a Hunt, the other was to see to the burning of their remains. No Hunter wanted to risk coming back as the same kind of vengeful spirit they had once hunted. That said, Will didn't consider arguing with the decision for a second. Joe's decision wasn't his to question, regardless of what his motivations may have been.

The question of who to carry out Joe's eulogy hit him quickly. Joe had been even newer here than he and Elijah -- Chase was the obvious choice, but was out of contact for the moment and likely wouldn't want to put himself through that experience regardless, though Will would be sure to ask him regardless. As much as he hesitated to ask Ashley-May after the trauma she experienced in discovering him, he knew she had been closer to the elder man than most. "I'm not sure. I'll look into it," he told Brendan sincerely.

Placing the issue of Joe aside for the moment, Will needed something else answered about their lost Hunter: "Do you have any way of tracking Thomas? A cellphone, any other places nearby he might spend time at?"

NanLia ​

 

[reapertwo]

"It does help, thank you. It was nice meeting you." Eddie said, before turning around and walking back the way he came. He had learned his way around the colony somewhat, at least enough to find someone who was in charge. But now he had a name to look for, and the knowledge that the people here can be friendly. Eliasdagood

 

[Eliasdagood]

She smiles, waving to him. "Alright, see you later!" She calls, going to her bed, and settling in. She sighs, closing her eyes. This whole deception is taking a lot out of her, and she can't help but wonder if Eddie would have just killed her if he knew the truth. That's how she feels about every hunter here, really.

 

[Crono]

Chase stared at the phone as it was nudged back in his direction on the table, then proceeded to say that the pack would do the funeral if Vitae wasn't. It took a lot of willpower to keep himself from losing it and letting his emotions spillover, so he simply closed his eyes and concentrated on not turning into an emotional mess as the other man continued. The Alpha went on about Chase staying at Vitae if he wanted to, again mentioning that Chase could stay with the pack and him in separate entities. It was all too much, how much Emile was just okay with what he'd been doing, how the man was so passive aggressive with how he wanted Chase to say but wouldn't outright say it. "Jesus Emile...stop being so agreeable." He said, sniffling slightly at the congestion that was flowing into his nose. He said it rather plainly, with no real intent or emotion other than saying something, he'd told the man he was too agreeable several times since he'd been here.

It was said that Chase wouldn't go to the funeral alone, if he went, and Chase watched the Alpha think over who would go in his place. "No." Chase replied with Emile's decision, "If it's not safe I'm not risking anyone in the pack, especially Morgan." He shook his head, "For all I know the council found out about what I am and that's why I even have to decide if I want to go to a funeral." It might have been a reach, but currently anyone was a suspect to him. And with what he'd learned of the council from Emile, while he didn't believe them to be evil incarnate, the council was clearly shady. And if for whatever reason they believed Chase to be a Werewolf, and therefore assumed Joe was the same, he didn't put it past them to deal with the situation. Or if nothing else use it as a way to lure Chase back to the colony. He knew this was a paranoid conspiracy, but dammit he had to make sense of why Joe died and he had nothing to go on.

"You've gotta stop giving me ways out." Chase told the man eyeing him with a frown, "I'm here aren't I? And not because I'm some damsel in distress, I chose to come back with you. If anyone should be giving ways out it should be me, but if there is some kind of pack law or tradition I'm not aware of that prevents you from kicking me out...I can take it, I'm not made of glass I'm just hurting."​

NanLia

 

[NanLia]

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Brendan was a little relieved to hear that Will would assist him in finding the most appropriate person to conduct Joe's eulogy; while he knew of the hunter he hadn't fallen beneath his own tier of management. Joe had not been one of the hunters that worked on missions for the colony, really the man had picked up just helping where ever he could inside the walls, including relieving help guarding them all the same.

He frowned slightly as he thought of Will's question, hand rising to play at the beard on his chin. "I know there is a bar in town a few of the hunters liked to frequent, Bruce and Aiden go there often enough." He was pulling his cell phone from his pocket and messaging his son, Christopher. "I'll ask Chris, he's on his way back from the mission for Hades." He glanced up from the screen with a sour look. "The god got what he needed and left them there to drive back." A moment later his phone buzzed and he looked at the screen. "The surly wench." He slowly shook his head. "That's the bar they go to in town, there is a motel that shares the same parking lot. He may have gone there."
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Emile was rather surprised by Chase's choice of words, at first confused by them, as he had always said the very same thing prior in jest. However this time they were spoken with pain, he winced but said nothing, waiting for Chase to speak again when he was ready. When he did Emile was surprised once more by the man across the table from him; stating that he wouldn't endanger the pack for something like this. As kind as Chase's words were, it endeared him to know that he clearly did care about the safety of the pack; he was clearly missing the point where he was included in the pack now. It would be an argument for later, Emile decided, once Chase made his final decision to go or not.

He blinked at the younger man as he started to be chastised for giving him exits, a slow smirk rose to his lips and he tisked before speaking. "You confuse me, Loup Perdu." He said simply with a shrug. "I say things, I think things I would not normally say or thing." He confessed with uncharacteristic shyness. "I should send you back, or send you away. I should tell meute what you do." He slowly shook his head, pursing his lips. "But I do not want to. I want you to be happy. I know ton pére would want you safe." His smirk turned into a rather mischievous grin and he leaned forward. "Maybe I should tell you you are my mate, eh?" He chuckled, referring back to what Morgan had explain about Pack Laws. "Then you have no choice?" He gave the younger man a playful wink as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for Chase's reaction.
Crono

 

[Crono]

When Emile first started speaking Chase was left rather confused, taking a moment to catch on when he watched the mans facial features. For the first time since the news the man smiled awkwardly, followed by a light chuckle. The Alpha was right back at the flirting game and even though the current situation might not be the best time to do it Chase couldn't help but find comfort in the normalcy of it. It was more than just flirting though, which he picked up on for a moment, Emile was being more forward about it.

"You could try." Chase replied to the flirtatious empty threat with a lazy scoff. "But I warn you, I'd just eat and eat until I was over three hundred pounds then do nothing but sit around and bitch and moan for you to wait around on me constantly. And you'd be stuck with me." It was nice to forget about everything and just be in the moment.

Chase's smirk eased into a soft smile, "You confuse me just as much as I do you. Seems we are both doing things we normally wouldn't do." Chase had little doubt his current state played a part in the courage to say what he was about to. "I'd decided long ago that I wouldn't have anything to do with other Werewolves, it was my choice and I stuck with it all of my life. Yet here I am, in a pack." The man shook his head a little, still baffled at the thought. "You are the game changer, I'm not saying I'm here for you but I am here because of you." Chase hoped that came across correctly, Emile was a deciding factor.

"I admit you helped me start shifting my outlook on other wolves, something I didn't think was possible. All by just being yourself, and that's...something." The smile widened momentarily as a thought crossed his mind before audibly saying it, "My father might have said you are a bad influence." Chase shrugged, "Then again I can't remember having a boyfriend he didn't say that about." If nothing else he knew that would get his thoughts on the subject across, awkward and pussyfooting or not. Chase cared for Emile, and despite everything Emile seemed to feel the same way, but he wanted to make sure the Alpha didn't regret his choices when it came to these decisions that involved Chase.​

NanLia

 

[Safton]

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William raised his eyebrows at the bar's name, quickly withdrawing his own phone to type it into his navigation app. Setting the cell back in his pocket, he nodded to Brendan. "Thank you. This will be a big help. For what it's worth, I hope I'm wrong about him. I'll let you know as soon as I find anything... one way or another. Thank Chris for me when you see him," he said before turning on his heel to return to the house. He needed to check in with Mac first -- if they were right about Thomas having something to do with Joe's death, the man could be ready for him and had already proven his willingness to murder. He would much rather have his girlfriend stay here to look after Ashley-May, but he wouldn't leave for the motel without informing her first.

Returning to the house, he made his way quietly inside before approaching the bedroom door, knocking quietly.

NanLia ​

 

[NanLia]

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Emile grinned hearing Chase mock him and what their relationship would end up should he choose to 'claim' him as a mate; both men knew he would never do it, it certainly would not be appealing to him, far less so with the promise of the obese mate chewing his ear off. At least Chase had taken his words lightheartedly, there had been some fear he would offend Chase when in truth all he wanted to do was make him smile. It was a comfort and surprise that Chase evidently felt the same way he did in regards to the other. His short relationship with the newest member of the pack was confusing, exciting and down right appealing. His smile grew, and a slight flush appeared at his cheeks as Chase admitted that he was the reason he had changed he mind about werewolves, and why he chose to stay with the pack now.

The mention of his father without a sad or sour tone, was good for Emile to hear; he knew it would be a very very long time before Chase would heal from his loss -if he ever did, but being able to speak about his father in a light tone meant that maybe Emile brought some comfort and relief to his pain. "Ah, bien. I will try and change that, oui? Be a good influence instead?" He gave the other man a wink, pressing his hand to his heart. "Je promets, no more stealing foods from les cuisniers when they not looking." He paused before adding. "Unless mon loupe perdu is hungry." It had certainly not been lost on Emile Chase's use of the word boyfriend; he wasn't sure if they could quantify themselves this way as of yet, but he certainly looked forward to fitting the profile.
Crono

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With the knock at the bedroom door Mackenzie shifted away from the sleeping Ashley-May on the bed and walked quietly across the floor to the door. She opened it slowly, stealing a final glance at Ash before stepping outside and closing it behind her just as quietly as she moved. She smiled to Will, standing up on her toes to give his lips a soft kiss before speaking quietly. "Hey, she's doing better. Almost healed actually, the Nephilim seems to be getting rid of the searing." She winced a she recalled what happened only a short time ago; the ward still burnt into the floor in the foyer. "But it's wreaking havoc on her hormones; she spent twenty minutes crying because she wanted ice cream and we didn't have any, then ate a box of cookies before falling asleep." She was not sure how much worse this could get for her friend; they needed a resolution to removing the Grace that didn't involve her partner losing her life. "Get anything from Brendan?"
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[Safton]

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William returned Mac's kiss, settling a hand on her hip as he looked down at her. He was relieved to hear that Ash was on the way to recovering -- physically and mentally -- regardless of her hormonal state. Under any normal circumstances he'd share a laugh over the anecdote regarding her raiding their supply of sweets before passing into a sugar-induced coma, but they had more pressing matters. He nodded at Mac's question. "Yeah. Thomas never checked in with his grandparents, regardless of what he told Brendan and the others... and his grandfather isn't sick."

He sighed, allowing the information to sink in before continuing. "Chris gave him the name of a bar and motel he's been known to stay at, not far from here. 'The Surly Wench'."

NanLia​

 

[Crono]

"I wouldn't dream of denying you your fun and games with the cooks." Chase joked, reaching forwards and grabbing his cellphone. He knew he'd been putting it off, but Emile had started this conversation on their feelings for one another so it wasn't like Chase could just ignore it. The man blinked at the screen for a few seconds reading the two missed calls before sighing and rubbing harshly at his face, "Shit. Andy tried to call me." Chase shook his head momentarily, "The wolf who's been eating human hearts." He stated for Emile in event the man didn't put a name to the earlier conversation. "I'm pretty sure she was out in the woods with us, I didn't recognize her at first." Joe was gone and briefly he wondered if she'd been trying to get help again, and when she couldn't contact the older Keaton she tried for Chase.

Chase decided to prioritize considering it was more up to Emile when it came to that situation. So he went to the contacts, briefly switching back Will and his fathers names to the rightful spots. One because there was no point anymore and two Chase felt he needed to. The man paused with a finger over the call button, giving Emile a look to let him know what he was about to do before tapping it. Then Chase stood up, because not only was he anxious but he couldn't sit still. So again, he started slowly pacing out of the kitchen area and back in with the phone placed against his ear. A part of him wasn't sure what Emile planned to do, if he was going to listen or give privacy but a part of him admittedly hoped the man would stay. Not only did he want Emile to not have to second guess what Chase might have spoken to Will about but this was going to be discussing Joe and he wasn't sure how the conversation would end.​

NanLia
Safton

 

[NanLia]

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Mackenzie frowned hearing the updated information from Thomas; it was becoming clear the hunter was likely responsible for Joe's death, if not a significant contributor. She nodded slightly as he detailed that the hunter went to the bar and it's name. When she and Ash had spent time in the barracks she had heard the other hunters mention it, but neither of the women had bothered going to it. "I'll grab my gear so we can go." She had no fear leaving Ash behind inside the colony now, knowing the wards would continue to keep her safe until they could come up with a permanent plan. She turned and reached for the handle to the bedroom when she heard Will's phone go off, she paused to wait; not wanting to miss something important.
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Emile smirked, bemused, but he gave pause as Chase mentioned an Andy. He tilted his head aside as the name was explained to him, recalling the unknown wolf in the woods; the one he had thought may have been from another pack. He nodded then, but didn't interrupt Chase on his venture to contact the colony and find out what was happening with Joe. He didn't want to give the younger man any excuse, any reason to procrastinate any longer. It had been hours since he had left to go 'visit his father' this morning after breakfast; Emile wasn't entirely sure how long Chase had been running wild through the woods before the scouts spotted him.

Once he stood to pace; as Emile was becoming accustom to the mans need for constant movement, he stood too, collecting the dish from the table and bring it and the pan he had used to make Chase's lunch to the sink. He wasn't going to travel far but not because he didn't trust what Chase was going to do, or say, but because he wanted to be near for support. The last thing he wanted was for Chase to feel like he was alone in this. If the man couldn't begin to understand the concept of the whole pack being his family, at the very least he would know he had one friend there for him.
Crono

 

[Safton]

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William was opening his mouth to tell Mackenzie she could stay with Ashley-May, but he knew she wouldn't even consider it. Settling for a reluctant nod, he began to turn back toward the foyer to get the vehicle ready when his phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He withdrew it immediately, glancing at the screen. Chase.

Will wasted no time in answering, bringing the phone up. "Chase? Are you okay?" he asked anxiously. This wasn't a call he'd been expecting, truth be told. He could only hope the man's justified anger had abated somewhat, or else it would be a short conversation.

NanLia
Crono ​

 

[Crono]

The moment the other end of the line picked up Chase paused in his pacing, the man on the other end asking about him. "Fine...I'm fine." He replied, the other hand running through his hair as he found himself staring at random objects throughout the small cabin. Getting to the point seemed the best course of action, "Will, I need to know what's being done with his body. He didn't want the hunters pyre, and I know not everyone in the business agrees with hunters who choose to be buried instead."​

Safton

 

[Safton]

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William wanted to take the opportunity to question Chase about where he was at, ask him to return to the Colony, but stopped himself as he heard the man ask about his father. He knew it was best not to push his luck, especially where this was concerned. "Don't worry. The Council knew about his wishes and they'll honor them." He paused briefly before quietly adding, "I'll make sure of it. Brendan's organizing a wake this afternoon and a service for this evening." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he turned to stare at the blank wall of the house.

When he spoke, his tone was barely a murmur. "Chase, I know it's not easy for you right now. But if you want to come to the funeral... Brendan's asking for someone to conduct his eulogy."

NanLia
Crono ​

 

[Crono]

There was a small breath of relief to escape Chase's lips as Will explained that they already knew. At least he hadn't been too late, if Joe would have been burned because he'd been late to ask he would have never forgiven himself. "Thanks." He'd reply before allowing the other man to continue. Chase's eyes wandered towards Emile momentarily, the man facing away, just before Will asked about the eulogy and if Chase was going to be there.

Chase inhaled deeply while pausing before he answered, "I'm going to try and make it for the funeral, as for the eulogy...if somebody wants to write one up and read it that's fine but I shouldn't, if nobody wants to then just skip it." He'd tossed a hand up to emphasize it not being a big deal, despite being on the phone and knowing Will couldn't see him. Chase didn't trust himself to stand and speak without causing a scene depending who attended, it was better suited to someone who could keep their mouth shut or nobody at all. "But we still don't know who all might have been involved in his death...we have to consider that I might be a target once inside." ​

Safton

 

[NanLia]

It had taken Malcolm no small amount of time to find what he was looking for in the small town where the pack had tracked the colonist’s car. The man had done a superb job of cleaning himself up, removing any evidence that would warrant someone knowing he had once been covered in another man’s blood, but that only worked so far. After all Malcolm was a werewolf. They had first found the car that had left the colony –this was a simple task, but the bar itself was busy for time of day. A sporting event, series –baseball possibly was on going making the patrons loud and boisterous. It was not easy to isolate which one had come from the colony.

Eventually he found the man, seated at the end of a bar within a crowd of people but speaking to none. He smelt like the colony, like all of those that came from Vitae did; a mixture between fresh air, wild grasses and the smithies that burned inside its walls. But this man scent carried not only that and his own but Joe’s. Malcolm had known the scent when Chase first arrived to the pack; his duffel bag carried the scent of, who he later found out, was his father. It was faint on the man at the bar, but with it was the putrid metallic smell of dead blood. It made his skin crawl to think of what he’d done to another hunter. He didn’t know the details but given he still smelt like the man he had murdered he could only imagine it had not been kind or clean.

His reason for being here was dual purposed. The Alpha had sent him and Brody to seek out this man and bring him back to the pack –alive, as a way for Chase to bring justice to what happened to his father and because he knew if this man was targeting those affiliated with the pack it could mean that he and others would go after Skye. While he had no direct connection for her in over two decades it wasn’t lost on him the possibility of her being murdered because she was his daughter.

Eventually he managed to squeeze onto the bar stool next to the man, he ordered a drink and proceeded to watch the game with everyone else. This would be a difficult thing to accomplish; he needed to somehow extract the man from the crowd without making a scene. He sipped at his beer and made idle talk. He seemed pleasant enough as they spoke about nothing. First the game, then life in general. Malcolm asked him about his occupation, he told him he was in construction. He asked where he was from, and was told Georgia. If Malcolm were any other in the bar that day the man’s answers would have been smooth as silk, but given Malcolm’s natural talents he could sense the hesitation before each answer, see the flick of his eyes aside as he spoke. The man was nervous.

Finishing his third beer, Malcom reached out and patted the man on the shoulder. “Gotta hit the road.” He said with a chuckle then leaned in closer to speak quietly. “Going to see a friend of mine up at Vitae, Joseph Keaton.” He could see the man paling but he didn’t comment. “Heard he was injured this morning in an accident. Hope to see you around.” He turned and made his way out of the crowd then the bar to wait outside. Brody was already ready, leaning against his car having a smoke, Malcolm knelt down near his son, to tie his boot.

 

[Safton]

William frowned at Chase's response to the idea of a eulogy for his father, though it was an unfair reaction on his part, he knew. If Will was in his situation, he'd probably say the same.

As Chase mentioned the possibility of him being targeted, Will's jaw clenched. As much as he wanted to assuage the man's fears, he wouldn't patronize him. "It's possible," he admitted. "But Mac and I are running down a lead where that's concerned. If we're right this time, we may have the one responsible. It's Thomas -- one of the Hunters who joined us in New York." He paused, an idea slowly forming.

Time to extend a blood-soaked olive branch.

"If you want to be a part of this, I understand. We're going to check out 'The Surly Wench'. It's a motel and bar not far from here. Maybe he's there, and if not maybe someone who knows where he's going is. It's your choice."

NanLia
Crono ​

 

[Crono]

Thankfully Will was nearly on the same page as far as the risk of Chase going to Vitae. What the other man said next had Chase freeze, an audible growl coming from the Werewolf at the name drop. Chase had ignored that it was a lead for the most part, focusing on the fact that he had a name. Not only that but he'd met Thomas briefly, the pang of hurt from knowing the one responsible was quickly swallowed up by anger. Then Will proceeded to drop the hunters location and Chase's eyes shot up towards Emile knowing full well the Alpha had him on a semblance of house arrest.

"I'll be there." Chase's voice sounding more focused than it had before. "Let's keep those who know I'm coming to the funeral to a bare minimum. I'm sure you'll tell Mac and I'm sure you'll both tell your partners but we don't need it getting around." Though Chase doubted it would do a damn thing, if someone was going to be looking for him they'd be at the funeral but if it helped at all he'd take it. Anything else Chase had considered speaking to Will about over the phone had gone out the window, "See you soon." With that Chase hung up the phone, moving further into the kitchen area with clear intent on heading towards the back door when he was done but paused to get gps coordinates from his phone by looking up the motel bar.

He'd gone from the more calm and relaxed to anxious and on edge. "I've got a name and a location. I'm going to deal with this now."​

Safton NanLia

 

[NanLia]

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Malcolm heard the predicted foot falls of a person rushing from the door of the bar towards him, he stood and faced the man he had just been speaking to within. "Long time no see." He said casually and the stranger approached with a friendly smile. "Mind if I catch a ride?" He asked Malcolm and the wolf gave the hunter a questioning look. "Was headed to Vitae myself, drank a little to much..." The hunter trailed off and Malcolm nodded towards the vehicle where Brody stood waiting. Malcolm walked ahead of the hunter giving Brody a knowing look; they were very nearly there.

As he reached the car, Brody moving to the drivers side he turned and opened the back door behind the passengers seat. "Don't mind the mess," He smiled as he turned to face the hunter once more, about to offer an explanation for the bags and take out food Brody was prone to eating -and Morgan influenced into purchasing, when he heard a rather distinct click. The next few seconds happened quickly; the hunter rushed him, knife in his right hand he came at Malcolm swiftly -for a human. On a typical day Malcolm could have easily avoided the charging and desperate hunter, he could have batted him aside or caught his forearm and twisted his arm out of his socket long before the hunter's blade even got close to him. Doing anything like this would not only alert the man to him not being human, but possible make the hunter call out in alarm. How many other hunters from Vitae were near by?

He let the hunter in on him, acting surprised until he was close enough. Blade slipped hope and he thrust it upwards beneath his rib cage with force, he grunted in pain, the wound already searing hot with the effects of silver burning at his muscles and flesh. He growled, his hands gripping the hunters upper arms and holding him still. "Is this what happened to Joe?" He hissed lowly, Brody was already moving around the back of the vehicle. "This what hunters do to their own?"

The hunter was surprised to be caught, eye widened but before he could cry out of help Brody was behind him, stuffing a t-shirt, from what Malcolm could tell into the mans mouth before wresting control of his hands and pulling them behind his back. Brody zip-tied them together before stuffing the man into the backseat of the car. Malcolm growled once more as he pulled the silver blade from his back, dropping it on the asphalt . He stepped away from the car, hand pressed to the bleeding wound; it would heal slowly, but it was far from mortal for a werewolf.

With the hunter bound, gagged and stuff into the back of his car, Brody turned his attention to his father but was brushed aside. "We need to get back."

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Mackenzie had waited quietly as Will spoke to Chase over the phone, she made no effort to hide that she was listening to his conversation; this had as much to do with herself as it did him. She was glad to know that Chase was alright, having been worried after he had torn off into the woods after they told him about his father. She waited, leaning against the door frame to the bedroom as Will informed him about the colonies plans for funeral followed by details as to who and where their only suspect was. She wasn't sure this was the grandest of plans, but she understood exactly why he had done it.

Once it was clear he was done with speaking with Chase she tilted her head aside. "He's coming to the funeral?" She regretted never doing anything for her own mother, letting Vitae handle the work when her and her brothers had taken off after the pack; she didn't want Chase to miss this opportunity too.
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Emile stood at the counter and washed the dishes he had created whilst making Chase a meal, leaving the man with what ever privacy he wanted. Given the younger man had decided to keep his call within the vicinity of him, and he was a wolf, it wasn't hard to hear what the man on the other side of the phone line was saying. He was glad to hear the colony was conducting sufficient services for his father; not making Chase need to be there to organize it. There were times it was clear the colony had a level head on it, that someone within could make decent decisions, but the conversation continued on to their lead, the one Chase had already told Emile about.

So the man had a name, not that it mattered to Emile, but hearing the speaker give his location followed by Chase's growl made the Alpha turn to face the pack member and watch him as he finished pacing at the end of his call. Chase was headed for the door, intent on going to where they told him this man might be but Emile couldn't have it. "Non." He said firmly, moving with Chase as he crossed the small space towards the door, putting himself between the younger man and the door way as a physical barricade. "You let them go. You stay here." He hadn't wanted to say anything to Chase, didn't want to get his hopes up but he knew now he had to give him the rest.

"Pack scouts follow this mans car to the town, to the bar. The Surly Wench. They see his car there, they go to get him." He nodded towards the couch in the sitting area of the cabin. "Wait. Pack will deliver. Je promis."
Crono

 

[Safton]

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William turned to face Mackenzie's gaze on him, nodding as he placed his phone away. "I think so. He wants it kept as quiet as possible... understandably." He paused, taking a deep breath. "You don't think I should have told him about Thomas," he said, a statement as much as a question. In truth, after hearing the barely-veiled rage in the man's voice over the phone even he wasn't sure he'd done the right thing. "I didn't do it lightly. But he's out there alone with no chance of us finding him... but the Pack might. I'd rather have him on a warpath with a destination we know than being dragged back to the Alpha."

He sighed, stepping forward to place a kiss on her cheek. "You should grab your gear. I'll be outside. I want to make sure we get there first."

NanLia ​

 

[Crono]

Chase shook his head at Emile's response, still staring at the phone and attempting to get a more precise location. This didn't stop until Emile promised him that the pack was going to deliver Thomas, finally Chase looked up to lock eyes with the Alpha with a faltering look on his face but still filled with frustration. Chase knew that Emile didn't make promises lightly and only when the man truly meant it, thanks to Morgan explaining that. This combined with the fact that the Alpha was clearly going to physically stop him if need be stopped him. "Dammit Emile!" Chase half-shouted turned the phones screen off before turning around to stomp back through the kitchen, practically slamming the phone on the table as he passed.

When he came to a halt he sat down on the couch, rubbing at his closed eyes with thumb and forefinger. "This isn't how I do things." He hadn't really calmed much in the moment of defeat, but if he wasn't going to be let free then the Alpha was damn well going to get an earful. "You can't expect me to just stay locked up in here while the pack handles everything. I get it, when your in the pack you rely on the pack but this is personal!" Slowly but surely he was coming down from the outburst of adrenaline. Chase leaned back against the couch, head back far enough that he was staring at the high ceiling. "I've always dealt with my shit on my own." Not entirely true as his father was sometimes involved. "That's not going to change just because I'm here." Chase inhaled and exhaled deeply, annoyed with the situation.​

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Mackenzie nodded as Will mentioned Chase wanting to keep a low profile for attending the funeral and wake, she knew she would do everything in her power to make sure the man was safe while he was within the walls, even if that included calling on the powers above for help. When Will mentioned her thoughts in regards to telling him about Thomas she sighed and shook her head. "You needed to, I get it." She took a step towards him, standing on her toes briefly to kiss his cheek. "But we need to start moving so he doesn't beat us there." She didn't want Chase left alone with Thomas; didn't want to give him the opportunity for vengeance. He was entitled to justice, without a doubt, but killing the murder did nothing but create more dead.

She stepped away and slipped back into the bedroom, content to see Ash was still sound asleep, before collecting what she thought she might need and heading back for the door.
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Emile let the younger man rage, let him shout and get out what he needed to; he didn't care that it pissed off Chase he wouldn't let him leave, wouldn't let him run around the woods alone and pained, it was for his own damned good. He waited, satisfied when the man dropped onto the couch to continue to berate him and the pack for 'interfering' with what he needed to do. Once day he would understand that there was no such thing as personal when it came to the pack, at least not his pack. He headed for the sitting area, though paused as his pocket buzzed. He collected the phone and glanced at the message from Brody indicating they were returning with the hunter he wanted. At the very least he would be keeping his promise.

Instead of taking a seat in the chair, as he had the night before he moved to sit on the edge of the coffee table in front of Chase, feet planted on either side of the younger mans, he watched him intently for any signs of future outbursts. Satisfied Emile would be able to speak without the young wolf flying off the handle again he did so, voice soft. "This is personal." He repeated what Chase had declared. "To the meute, to the pack too. They hurt you. They hurt us." He said simply, but he knew well enough that Chase wouldn't understand all this ... yet. He watched the younger man carefully for a time, knowing his pain far better than Chase likely knew.

After several long quiet moments Emile spoke again. "Many many year ago I had a.. er. boyfriend." He frowned at the title, it seemed far too simple for what had felt for his love. "A mate," He still knew it was not the right word, but didn't want to linger on it too long. "He did not like pack, did not want to live like us, together. He like human things," A sad smile quirked to his lips as he recalled his young love. "He live wit them, and me wit the pack, mon pere Alpha. One day hunter find him. Kill him. Took his life from me." The smile quickly faded as he felt the same emotions well up within all over again. He inhaled deeply, clearing his throat. "I left pack. I hunt him down. Many months before I find. But when I did...." Here he hesitated, while the pack was aware of what had happened, they didn't know the end results of it, not what he was about to tell Chase.

"I hurt him. Over and over. Days I made him scream." He sniffed, wiped a tear that had risen to the corner of his eye but persisted, refusing to look away from Chase. "He kill my love. He took mon coeur, my heart. I took his. You need this. You need to see him. To fight him. To yell at him. Everything." He leaned forward and tapped Chase on the chest. "This will heal," Emile trusted Chase was the better man than he was, that he wouldn't tear the hunter apart as he had to his own years ago.
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As soon as Mackenzie stepped back into the bedroom to gather her things, Will turned and made his way out to the truck. The Mainline would be too distinctive a vehicle for what he had in mind and it was entirely likely that Thomas would recognize it at a glance. Throwing open the back door, William hastily loaded his weapons, grabbing the same pair of handcuffs from earlier. If at all possible, he wanted to take the murderer alive -- find out what, if any, connection he had to threats outside Vitae.

Will turned to see Mac exiting the house, nodding to her as he stashed the shotgun under the back seat, climbing into the driver's side and firing up the truck. Once she was inside, he wasted no time in heading for the front gate. Bart -- whether seeing the look on Will's face or due to word sent ahead by Brendan -- barely gave him so much as a questioning glance before waving him through the gate. He had entered the bar's address into the GPS in the console of the truck. He put the pedal down and the truck responded quickly, the engine grumbling as the vehicle lurched forward. "If Chase isn't there, we don't wait for him if we have an opening," Will said, though he knew it was unlikely. "We'll have to be careful. He'll recognize either one of us and he'll be in public. We get eyes on him from a distance and wait until he's isolated," he said, turning to look at Mackenzie for confirmation. He valued her opinion possibly beyond anyone's -- not only because she was his girlfriend, but a Hunter of uncommon skill and experience.

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Chase simply allowed Emile to speak, knowing what he said wouldn't sit well with the Alpha. It was more of what he expected about the pack, the unity of it, and Chase understood that but he wasn't there yet. He cared for those in the pack, for the past few days he'd lived among them, drank with them, ate with them. And when he was hurting, members had come running. But it was so different to how he'd lived his entire life.

There was a pause on Emile's part before he mentioned his old boyfriend, and Chase couldn't help but relax slightly as the man started. It was a story Chase had to admit he'd been curious about ever since Morgan had mentioned that Emile's mate from the past was killed by a hunter. But considering his real reasons for coming to the pack he never felt privy enough to ask, that wasn't fair. He watched as Emile continued down the slow slope of becoming more emotional as the story went on and even hesitating, the other man was opening up more than Chase had seen since he'd been here. The similarities in the Alpha's story of his past and Chase's present weren't lost on the man...what Emile had described himself doing was what he'd wanted to do to Thomas just moments ago before he'd been barred from leaving...and still did if not momentarily abated.

The man reached up once the heartbreaking tale was over, wrapping his right hand loosely around the forearm of the arm that was poking at his chest. "Emile I--" Chase swallowed, unsure of what he wanted to say as he attempted a comforting smile then leaned forwards with the arm still in hand so that it forced Emile back some so that they were closer and both on the edge of the furniture but still had space between them. "I'm sorry," It was the only genuine thing he could come up with, "For all of it." Chase was sorry for Emile's pain, sorry for his own, and sorry he had deceived the pack despite the fact they had done nothing to deserve it.

"Just proves that claws and fangs don't make a monster." It was an idea he'd always believed in but now more than ever did he feel the effects of it. With the direction the conversation had taken Chase took it upon himself to add a small moment of humor, "So, I guess you have a thing for the lone wolf types that like living as humans huh. I've figured out your type now mister."​

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