Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

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Will's eyes closed as he nodded to himself. Chase didn't seem to be dead set on killing Thomas, which was something... but the news that he was with the Pack and that they had helped him abduct the Hunter in the first place was troubling. In theory that eliminated the Pack as a suspect in Joe's death. He supposed they could have orchestrated the entire event in order to turn Chase to their side, but that was a stretch... he could hardly imagine the Pack going through that much trouble for a double agent especially when they already had an informant of their own inside Vitae.

"Are they holding you there?" Will asked cautiously.

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Will's question not only confused him but left a scowl on Chase's face, "If that was the case do you really think I would be using my phone or coming to the funeral? Joe's dead, there's not a damn thing they could hold over me." The man shook his head, stepping back inside and pacing once again. "They found me in the woods, Emile brought me back, he knows exactly why I was here Will." Chase was still unsure about giving the hunter this information, but he didn't want to hide the fact that he was standing with the pack now. "They aren't the monsters the council make them out to be."​

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William's mind reeled as Chase spoke. The Pack was aware of Chase's intentions with them... and according to him, they didn't seem to care. He found that difficult to believe, wondering if the werewolf was being manipulated somehow. "They're helping you get justice and you're grateful to them for that. I get it. But they're dangerous, Chase." He could feel his tone sharpening, despite his best efforts to keep it under control. "Did they tell you what happened at Borseti? What about Alliance, the Colony they wiped off the map days ago and almost killed Mac? Or Elijah during Pan's Trial? You can't trust them, Chase. You still have a home at Vitae."

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Chase's grip on the phone tightened as Will started trying to tell the Werewolf how he felt. "Don't patronize me Hendrix, I know damn well what I'm doing." His pacing continued throughout the cabin as Will started listing off the things pinned on the Pack, things Chase already got the answers for. "Yes," He answered in frustration. "I'm a hunter and you and Mac are the ones who sent me out here remember? I did my job, I worked the case, I got the information. They had a hand in Borseti yes, but not the end result. Alliance wasn't them. And last I checked you were the Alpha in Pan's hunt to take down Elijah, how in control were you when that was going on." Chase snorted, "Any chance of my having a home in Vitae was destroyed the moment the council let in garbage like Thomas!" He was tired of having his buttons pushed from all directions. "We can talk after the funeral." With that he once again ended the call and placed the phone on the table. Chase would pause, looking at his bag near the couch for just a moment before walking over and retrieving something from the bottom and then exiting the cabin.

"My fathers getting a proper burial at Vitae," Chase started speaking loud enough for Thomas to hear as he started down the steps. "He'll be remembered as someone who did what he could for the colony even in the short time he was there. And you'll be remembered as the traitor that stabbed one of his own in the back." The words were ironic even if Chase didn't know it. The man moved closer to stand near Emile, watching Thomas who still laid on the ground though now on his side. "How did you find out what I was? Who told you?"​

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[Safton]

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William heard the line click as Chase hung up on him, clearly every bit as pissed as he was. "Goddamnit!" Will hissed, slamming the phone down onto the hood of his truck. He took several deep breaths as he turned to pace aimlessly toward the road, lifting his cap to run a hand through his hair. He was angry... though not truly at Chase. He was upset with himself, with Thomas, with the Pack. Chase's pointed mention of his role in Elijah's injuries during the Trial had only catalyzed the anger already boiling up in his chest.

After a moment Will turned, panting slowly as he regained his composure and looked at Mackenzie. His expression softened immediately upon seeing her dark eyes. "I'm sorry." He sighed before continuing. "Chase has him and he's with the Pack... he's questioning him right now to see how Thomas knew what he was. I don't know what he'll do with him afterward. He's still planning on coming to the funeral." William gestured toward his truck. "We should get back to Vitae. It's in his hands now," he muttered with vague disdain.

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Emile waited, ever patient, as Chase discussed with the colony about what was happening. He had nothing to hide from them in all honestly, however as Chase became heated with whomever he was speaking to Emile turned to listen through the door, though always keeping a watchful eye on on the prone hunter. Soon enough it was clear Chase was done speaking with the colony and was returning outside and speaking to Thomas about his father. He stepped aside to let Chase do as he felt necessary.

Thomas glared as Chase returned, gave a choking laugh as he heard that his father would be honored. "Bull shit." He cough and spit blood once more. He was being questioned on who told him and he grinned bloodily at the wolf. "You did." He slowly shook his head. "You did, you shouted about it at the barracks. I was there, outside. I heard you tell your father you were going to be with the pack, with the wolves. I knew then he couldn't trusted. How many other wolves are in the colony? What else did he let in?"
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Mackenzie listened to Will as he first attempted to get chase to leave the pack and come back to them, then even recounted who he was; she knew then he was lost to them. She watched Will rage and pace knowing there was nothing either of them could do to help him at his point. He was with the pack, and if he didn't leave on his own, they couldn't stop him. He turned and came back to the truck and she shook her head at his apology. "It's fine; you can't protect him from himself." She said but did as he suggested, headed for the passenger side door of the truck, once inside she continued. "If he's coming to the funeral then we have another chance at keeping him in the colony, keeping him safe." She doubted neither of them could really stop him if he wanted to leave.
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[Safton]

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William appreciated Mac's efforts to console him -- anyone else would have been unable to relieve his anger and anxiety after the conversation with Chase. He nodded his thanks, taking a deep breath as he turned the key in the ignition, the truck roaring to life as he backed out of the parking lot. Once they were back on the road he spoke up, almost hesitantly. "Chase said the Council lied to us about the Pack. He makes them sound... misunderstood," he said with disdain. "He said something about them being involved at Borseti, but not with what happened... afterward. Alliance wasn't them either," he remarked, his tone making it clear that he found Chase's claims dubious at best.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring at the road ahead. "Part of me is worried we won't recognize Chase by the time he shows up at the funeral," he murmured.

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"Of course you did..." Chase shook his head with a sigh, now fully aware that it was entirely his own fault that Joe was dead. He should have never come to Vitae, should have let his father live alone. He shouldn't have talked about their plans in public even if it seemed clear, and he sure as hell should have never let Will and Mac talk him into joining the pack. Joe died because of two simple reasons, his son was a werewolf and his has a big fucking mouth. For Chase's entire life they'd been careful, always, but this was a colony of hunters and they should have been even more careful For the moment Chase pushed those thoughts away, "You caught the part about my being a Werewolf and where I was going but you somehow conveniently missed the rest of the conversation that explained why I was going!"

Chase moved in once again, it took everything he had not to wail on the man before crouching down and looking him in the eyes with a snarl on his lips. "You're a coward Thomas, and you knew you were in the wrong! Why the hell else would you take off out of Vitae with your tail between your legs before you could get caught."​

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[NanLia]

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Mackenzie shifted in her seat, watching the road as they returned to the Vitae. She didn't know what to say, how to comfort Will at this point or make him feel that this wasn't their fault, because it was. She bit her lip before glancing back to him. "I don't know." She did her best to try and hide her worry, hide the guilt. She offered him a slow smile. "We'll work it out," She nodded, trying to convince herself. Everything she set out to do so far since coming to Vitae had ended in failure on her part. Alliance. New York. Pan and the Trial. Chase and Joe. Keeping Ash safe. "He said he was coming to Vitae for the funeral, we'll talk to him then, Ash won't want to see him go either. Maybe if she.... I don't know."
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Emile watched in frustration as Chase tried over and over again to get the hunter to hear him, to make him understand what he had done had been for his colony. That just because he was a wolf like the rest of the pack, he wasn't really a wolf. It didn't bother Emile that this was Chase's truth: he had long ago come to terms with the fact that Chase didn't see himself like Emile and the others did. It wasn't a flaw, in Emile opinion, but an asset. Chase could bring a different view to the pack, a better understand on how to deal with humans and much more, those humans that chose to hunt.

Thomas sneered at Chase as he called him a coward once again, but said nothing else. He knew what he did was right, and if he had the chance the only thing he would change was first finding out who had let him and his monster son into the colony.

Emile stepped forward, reaching down to place a hand on Chase's shoulder. "He mal dans la tete." He said with a growl. "He too... stupid to know what you did was for his good, not yours, come." He nodded back towards the cabin. "You need to clean up, look good for funeral, oui?" The last thing he wanted was for Chase to head up at the colony looking like he did now, disheveled and haggard. He didn't care for his own image or that of the pack; he didn't care what the colony thought of them, but he wanted to make sure they had clear understanding that Chase didn't need them. "There are showers, down the road. Only cold water, but they work. I send Morgan with er..." He rubbed at his chin and cheeks, not knowing the English word razor blade. "You leave him to me."
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Will appreciated Mackenzie's continued efforts to reassure him, even if he could sense the uncertainty in her voice. Still, she was right in that there was nothing they could do for the time being. If they were going to bring Chase back into the fold, they had one shot at the funeral. One way or another, they'd either win him over... or possibly lose him for good. Will's chest tightened at the thought of having to see Chase as an enemy, of watching him willingly join the Pack they-- he had sent him to.

He raised his eyebrows as Mackenzie mentioned Ashley-May. He knew the two had been friends or something close to it. "It's worth a shot," he said, tilting his head in consideration. "She's a fresh face and Chase isn't happy with either of us... but I don't want to pressure her into talking him down after what she's been through. It's her choice."

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As the hunter sneered Chase was about to dive in for round two, but Emile stopped him. He had no doubt at this point that Emile's words wrung true, Thomas couldn't be reasoned with. A part of him had wished differently but there was no changing a man set in his ways so deeply. The pair moved closer towards the back porch and Emile mentioned getting ready for the funeral, time had slipped them by Chase noticed. The man gave a defeated huff, agreeing with the older man. After today's events Chase had no doubt he looked like crap, and Emile blatantly telling him so didn't help. Though he did give a fake taken aback look, "Are you telling me I should ax the beard?" Chase raised a hand up to tug at a few hairs on his chin slightly. "You didn't seem to have a problem with it earlier." The man mused lightly referring to the kiss Emile had planted on him.

"The word you wanted was razor by the way." Chase mentioned moving around the man towards the back porch. "Just a trim, the beard stays." He spoke rather adamantly on the subject considering how long he'd had the facial hair, heading inside to gather his bag. Chase couldn't remember the last time he was clean-shaven honestly. Once back outside his eyes veered in Thomas's direction, "I don't want him broken." Chase whispered, "Not yet." Chase met the other mans eyes for confirmation, if something was going to happen to Thomas then Chase wanted to be the one to do it. He just wanted to be sure he and Emile were on the same level as far as that was concerned, though Chase didn't expect to be at the showers long he knew Emile wouldn't be coming to the funeral either which meant he'd be here to watch Thomas. "I won't be long." Chase told him before rounding the side of the house heading deeper into the packs camp.​

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Mackenzie slowly shook her head. "We don't even need to ask her to do anything, she'll do it one her own." She gave a rather sad smile. "When we get back I'll go talk to her, let her know what's going on. As soon as I tell her Chase is coming she'll start gearing up." Mac knew Ash well enough to know she could lay on the guilt and feelings with the best of any one. "Besides, it's not like she's not going to attend the wake and funeral." She paused a moment, looking concerned. "Are you going to try and bring Eli out?" She knew Will and Adelaide had both attempted to sort their friend out, but she didn't want and already emotionally strung out Ash to have to face him at the same time.
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Emile was thankful Chase took his comments lightly.... well almost lightly. He hadn't wanted the other man to think he cared how he looked; he understood the reasoning behind it. When Chase mentioned his beard, and how he didn't seemed to mind it earlier he smirked. "Razor." He repeated the word he had lost, or rather didn't know prior to Chase telling him. Upon Chase's exit from the cabin he nodded as the younger wolf decided the beard would remain it certainly would not be an issue for himself as he had grown to like the other mans facial hair.

Emile glanced to the prone Thomas as Chase stated he did not want the hunter broken: it was as though Chase knew exactly what he had intended on doing while he was away and with a slow not Emile spoke. "Je promis." If Chase wanted the final blow, the control over the killers fate, it was not his place to try and take it from him. He watched Chase leave before turning to face Thomas, there was an old shed further back into the woods, once used to house cut wood, it was now going to be a temporary prison for the former colonist. He strode towards the man as he struggled to moved away, reaching down mid stride to grab the back of his shirt and started to drag him further into the underbrush.
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"Down the road my ass." Chase grumbled, having been walking through the werewolf occupied campground for nearly twenty minutes, and only just now finding the old public shower building. The man hadn't even been going in the right direction for half of that time, having to stop and ask one of the pack members to point him the right way. Chase eased open the door to peek in, it was dark except the small illumination from the dusty windows that were small and near the roof. The lights flickered on when he flipped the switch, the small building was empty meaning he didn't have to worry about walking in on anyone. "I'm going to have to teach that man to to be more descriptive in English..." Chase mumbled with a huff, more from the days events than anything. Moving towards the nearest sink and mirror he looked himself over seeing just about what he'd expected and he understood why Emile sent him to do this.

When he took a second to remember exactly why he was cleaning up he started rubbing the back of his neck. He was going to say goodbye to his father, and before he could start down the rabbit hole he started digging into the duffel-bag. Briefly wondering if he brought anything worth wearing to the funeral. Chase didn't planned on getting dressed up or anything of the sort because he knew full well Joe wouldn't expect it, he could nearly imagine the man scolding him but not truly being bothered. Eventually Chase settled on a long-sleeve black shirt and a pair of khaki cargo pants. He didn't need anyone commenting or asking about the scrapes and cuts that were slowly healing but still recent.​

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[Eliasdagood]

Tara decides to head down to the club and get something to drink. Her shift should start soon anyway. She waves to Leech on her way in, smiling. She's gonna try to have a good time today, come out of her shell a little bit. Some of the others have been telling her to give it a go, seeing how anxious she is all the time.

 

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Will couldn't help but grin at the self-assured way in which Mac spoke about her partner. She knew Ash better than anyone else at Vitae and even in the few days Will himself had known the woman, he would have agreed with her assessment. Hearing the concern in her voice as she mentioned Elijah, he understood immediately. Frowning, he shrugged. "I don't think he'd ever forgive me if I kept him from attending. He's grateful to Joe for what he did after the Trial. I'll talk to him, but I doubt I'll be able to get him to stay... but I think I can at least keep him away from Ash." He grimaced slightly. "Better for both of them -- and Chase -- that way."

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Emile continued to drag the howling hunter the short distance from the cabin to the wood shed. He pulled the door open and unceremoniously tossed Thomas inside. He regarded the hunter as he attempted to rise, stood with his arms crossed over his chest. As they locked eyes Emile spoke first. "Inside here you safe because Chase want you alive." He then nodded to the woods behind him. "You leave, you go into my forest," he growled and grinned "Then you mine." He pulled the door closed and set the latch.

As he turned back to the cabin he took his cell and called Morgan. Despite Chase's wishes to keep the rest of the pack safe he was still intent on sending Morgan at this side to the colony. After a brief conversation Morgan had enough details to start getting ready for the funeral.



Leech and Clay sat within the booth that was dedicated to Franklin; the Master never sat in it himself, not since Skye had left and he encouraged the two to use it whenever. She glanced up in time to see Tara wave at her. She returned the gesture not knowing the woman very well beyond that she was new to the Nest.



Mackenzie nodded. "Thank you." At least knowing that Eli would be in attendance as well meant she could prep Ash. She knew her partner well enough that she didn't have to worry about Ash making a scene. She was respectful and despite her overly flirtatious and never embarrassed attitude Ash was likely the kindest person she had ever met. "As long as we can keep them from speaking together it should be fine."


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William didn't particularly care for the current dynamic between Elijah and Ashley-May... one that the former was responsible for. Elijah was his best friend and Hunting partner, and Ashley-May was the same for Mac. Having to keep the two isolated from one another was at best a short term solution. Will could only hope that what he and Adelaide had said to Eli would get through to the man... and that Ash would be able to forgive him when the time came. He knew there would always be some level of awkwardness and tension between the two and with it any chance of a romance seemed less likely, but he'd settle for some civility between the two in the short term.

"I'll talk to him," Will said quietly as Vitae's gates rolled into sight. Bart waved them through with his usual wary gaze, allowing William to drive back to the house to drop Mac off. Bringing the truck to a stop outside the home, he turned to look at his girlfriend, leaning over to place a kiss on her cheek. "Good luck," he said with a smile. "Let me know if you or Ash need anything?"

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[Eliasdagood]

Tara goes to get some whiskey, drinking it quickly before going to join the guests and other nest members. She knows about how much she needs to get drunk these days, and that's nowhere near that level. She's just taken enough to relax.

 

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Mackenzie smiled and leaned into the almost coy kissed William delivered to her cheek, she nodded as she got out of the truck and turned to face him again. "I will." She closed the door and stepped away from the truck turning back towards the house. She knew the next little while wasn’t going to be the greatest of times for her and Ash; and she had no doubt that now –with the addition to Solomon’s wards to keep Ash and her child hidden there would be nothing stopping Mac from approving Ash’s request for a ‘day off’. She’d been through enough, and she knew her future was only going to get tougher.

Inside the house she paused to listen for anyone else home; mainly Adelaide, but hearing no telltale signs of life she traveled down the hall back to the bedroom Ash and claimed. It was not lost on Mac that she had picked the very room she and Will had spent the night in prior, but decided to make no comment for the time being. Inside the door Ash was awake again, sitting in the center of the bed looking over her laptop. She glanced up briefly to her as she came into the room and closed the door behind her.

With nothing said Mac started kicking off her boots and shedding her jacket and knives as she made her way across the floor to the bed. She crawled across the top of it and lay on her stomach as she had their first day in Vitae, arm draped across Ash’s lap while the other one worked. She sighed, finding just how tired she truly was. After a few moments she spoke, voice muffled by the pillow. "Chase is coming to the funeral tonight; Will got a hold of him."

Ashley-May looked down to the red-head lying on the bed next to her, surprised at the news but happy. "Good," She said setting her laptop aside. "He would have regretted if he missed it. " She shifted down on the bed, wiggling until she was lying beside Mac and curled against her partner. "I think he should stay here with us, there are enough rooms for it and that way he’s not alone."

Mac looked up to see Ash’s concerned face, she smiled and nodded. "Sounds good, you’ll tell him tonight when you see him, eh? He’s not really impressed with me or Will." She knew beyond giving the man her condolences she wasn’t going to attempt to broach the topic of him leaving the pack to return to Vitae. She and Chase had been more than standoffish from the start for varying reasons. "Also, just you’re prepared, he doesn’t know how Joe… I mean he doesn’t know that you found him. Or what happened only that he was killed." She bit her lip. "He might ask."

Ash paled slightly at the news, while she certainly had no issues with speaking to Chase, giving her condolences and offering him anything he might need –as any friend would, the thought that he might ask her what had happened made her feel nauseous once more. She swallowed the lump in her throat but nodded. "It’ll be… .I’ll tell him, if he asks."

Mac felt guilty leaving Ash with that, and worse yet for what she was about to say. "Also, Eli will be there tonight." She felt Ash tense beside her. "But I’ve asked Will to talk to him, ask him to keep his distance. You two will have to work your crap out one day, but certainly not tonight." She watched Ash nod, looking less than impressed and what came next from her partner was totally expected.

"Tomorrow we’re going surfing."
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Leech and Clay were conversing quietly with one another once Tara arrived at the table, they stopped and Leech nodded to the drink in her hand. "Looks like a good start for the night." Clay slipped past Leech and excused himself from the table, headed to the bar himself to get drinks for Leech and he to drink.
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Tara chuckles, smiling at him, and sitting down with them. "Yeah, it's about time I started having fun." She says, relaxing a bit. She's somewhat aware of these two, they seem friendly enough that she's comfortable going to sit with them. She looks to Leech, tilting her head. "Anything interesting happen tonight?" She asks, curious, and trying to learn small talk.

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William left Mac at the house to talk with Ash, making his way to the Clinic. After parking the truck outside, Will went straight to Elijah's room. He knocked twice before hearing Eli's voice from the other side: "Come in." Will stepped inside to see Eli shoot him a slightly surprised glance.

"Don't look so excited," Will remarked dryly.

Elijah shrugged. "I was expecting Addy. She stepped out to check on Ash and get some food from the mess hall earlier." He paused with a frown, seeing the expression on Will's face. "What's going on?"

Will took a seat alongside his bed, taking a deep breath. "Addy told you about Solomon's ritual?"

Eli nodded, prompting Will to continue. "Afterward I went to check in with Brendan about Thomas, our last lead on Joe's death. The man's alibi didn't check out. Mac and I tracked him to a bar not far from here... but we were too late. The Pack had already snatched him... and Chase is with them."

Elijah stared silently at Will for several moments, bringing a hand up to rub it along his brow. "'With them' as in...?"

William shrugged. "He's not happy with Mac and I at the moment. He seems convinced that the Pack isn't as malicious as the Council makes them out to be, that they weren't the ones actually behind Boresti and Alliance."

Davenport narrowed his eyes at the man. "Do you believe him?"

Again, Will shrugged. "No... I don't know. I'm not sure what to think anymore. Maybe the Council is keeping secrets... or maybe Chase is just hurting and they're exploiting his grief to turn him against us. Either way, we'll find out soon enough."

Elijah's eyebrows raised. "What do you mean?"

"The Colony is holding a funeral service for Joe. He didn't want the Hunter's Pyre," Will saw the look of surprise on his partner's face but continued, "Chase told us he's coming. I'd like to try and get a read on where he's at... but like I said, he's not my biggest fan right now. Mac suggested Ash take a swing at it, which is part of why I'm here..."

Elijah sighed, holding up a hand to forestall any further explanation. "I'm not missing this. The man saved my life, Will."

"I know. I wouldn't want you to. But... maybe keep your distance from Ash? There's more at stake here than whatever it is you two are going through right now," William said calmly.

"Fine. I'll stay out of sight and out of mind," Eli remarked, audibly annoyed but understanding nonetheless. "Was that all?"

William hesitated, "What do you know about Grigori?" Seeing the confused look on his partner's face, he added, "Mur said that's what my 'father' was. It made me a rare kind of Nephilim."

Elijah nodded thoughtfully, the anger gone from him suddenly. He pointed at the duffel bag alongside his bed. "Grab that book for me. Blue binding." Following his gaze, Will retrieved the tome and handed it over. After a few moments of flipping through pages, Eli found what he was looking for. He turned the book around to show a picture of an oil painting. A winged figure was depicted in the center, standing atop a hill overlooking a crowd of people bowing to him. A bright silver sword was clutched in the figure's hand, the sun rising behind him.

"The Grigori were a special class of Angels according to the lore," Elijah explained. "Elite, handpicked warriors. Michael's chosen few. Equal in power to the Seraphim, second only to the Archangels. Shortly after humanity's creation, they were the only Angels permitted to walk on Earth alongside us. They were to act as watchers, silent guardians -- protecting us from demons, monsters, and even certain pagan gods that overstepped their bounds during our fledgling years. Some legends say they were the first to train humans to defend ourselves, making them responsible for the first generation of hunters."

"So what happened to them?" Will asked with a frown.

"No one knows for sure, except that they were supposedly wiped out by Heaven. They became corrupt, malicious. Preying on the humans they had sworn to defend... and taking human 'spouses'. Noah's flood was meant to wipe out them and their Nephilim according to the Biblical side of things," Eli said quietly.

Will's eyes closed as he shook his head. "So my father was a monster."

"You don't know that. Clearly some Grigori survived to the modern day... maybe he was an exception?" Elijah suggested.

William didn't reply, simply standing up. "I need to go get ready for the funeral. I'll ask one of the nurses to help you clean up and I'll bring some clothes by later on." With that, he made his way into the hall before Elijah could utter a protest.

 

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Morgan knew that Emile had wanted Chase to attend his father funeral, most of the pack agreed, now that they understood what had happened. She had still refrained from telling them what she knew, what she had heard Chase and her uncle fight about in the woods earlier. Emile was the Pack Alpha and it was his decision what happened with Chase knowing what he did now, not her nor the rest of the Packs. If any of them had over heard the two, none had said anything to her, but she knew if she were Alpha she'd still keep Chase within the ranks.

The phone call from her uncle surprised her, she would have thought he would be busy consoling Chase but when she answered she didn't get to speak much beyond giving him her affirmative answer. So Chase was going to the funeral, and she was to go with him. It both excited and terrified her; after all this was a human hunter colony! With Emile's instructions she set about the camp finding the supplies Emile wanted for the grieving son.

After raiding a few peoples tents, and cars she half jogged half walked to the showers were Emile had sent the man. "Chase?" She called out as she arrived, the lights were on which was a good sign he was still there. She hooked her toe in the door and kicked it open before stepping inside. "I'm here!" Her arms filled to over flowing with items, she already made her way to the counter housing a row of sinks. The communal showers had a series of stalls for showers set along one wall and separate room as the rest room towards the back. "Uncle wasn't very specific as to what you actually need so...." At the counter she started dropping various items: soaps, shampoo's, conditioners, shaving kits, razor -even an electric one. One common theme among the products was that they were all natural non-scented. She set down her own bag of toiletries next to a neatly folded dress.

"And he said you might not have something to wear. I didn't know your size, but I ... borrowed, a few things from some of the pack." She hooked up a few dress shirts and pants on a hook. She turned to give him a small smile; obviously if he was going to the funeral Emile wasn't angry with him. "Oh!" She fished into her pocket and dug out a set of keys, tossing them onto the counter next to the toiletries. "You can drive right?"
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Mackenzie rolled her eyes at Ash's statement, she snorted and buried her face into her partners neck, voice muffled. "I'm not surfing, but I will take you...." She paused and frown. "You have to drive actually." She hated that she couldn't drive them both, that she couldn't trust that she wouldn't receive a vision while driving down the highway.

"Yea, that's not a problem. I don't want to die in a fiery crash." She smirked as Mac glared at her. "I heard what happened earlier, when he gave you your vision you were driving back here with Addy. Lucky for you she was in the car with you." She leaned in and kissed Mac's forehead. "Besides, someone needs to mess up the Beast's timing: what else are you going to do for the next few days? Gotta keep you busy just, otherwise you and Will get up to naughty things in the living room."

 

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Chase had been shoving clothes back into the duffel-bag when he heard the door squeak open a little, followed by the female's voice. "In here." He called out to let her know where he was, zipping the bag back up before turning to find Morgan with her arms full. Chase eyed the items as she set them down on the counter further down, she'd clearly overcompensated but he decided not to say anything on the subject. Moving in he set to investigating the things she gathered, whilst she hung up potential clothing. The man sorted out what he'd use and placed them in a pile, he went for simplicity. One of the soaps, shampoo, and the electric razor to speed things along.

From the look of the dress Chase caught on rather quick that she thought she was going, probably because Emile had told her she was. Even after he'd told the Alpha he didn't want to risk it. So Chase puffed out his cheeks for a moment and shook his head then released the air as she tossed the keys on the counter. "Yeah, I can drive no problem. I get the feeling you might not know how." He mused with raised eyebrows as he walked by her and towards the clothing she'd hung up for him, not having a clue if anyone had taught her. "I'm also guessing your uncle told you to come with me no matter how much I protested." It wasn't an accusation but a comment and assumption.

Admittedly Chase wasn't bothered on the clothing but he did unfasten a pair of the black dress pants and checked its size before setting it next to his own set out clothing. "That covers about everything." He noted turning back in Morgan's direction. "All things Emile related aside, you sure about going? I can't guarantee it'll be safe." Sadly it was true, while Thomas was being held by the pack there was no way to know if the hunter told anyone about Chase before leaving Vitae. And he couldn't ignore the possibility that the others might try and forcefully prevent him from going back to the pack.​

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Adelaide had visited the Mess Hall, grabbing several odds and ends in Styrofoam boxes before making her way back to the house. She assumed food would be served at the funeral, but she wasn't sure if Ash or Elijah would even be going, hence the food run for their benefit. After entering and approaching the door to the Master Bedroom, she heard the muffled sound of voices from the other side, but only sensed Ash's presence... meaning Mac had presumably returned. Luckily, Addy had grabbed enough food to spare. Adelaide knocked twice on the door, before calling out, "Hey. I brought some food for you two. Sandwiches, mostly. Want me to leave them in the dining room for you?"

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William had managed to find a nurse who was willing to help Elijah clean up for the funeral. She had made a token effort of resistance claiming that the man shouldn't be up and about, but seemed to understand that the occasion wasn't one the man would be willing to miss. After thanking the woman, Will returned to his truck and made his way back to the house. Stepping through the front door and heading through the foyer, he was surprised to see Adelaide standing at the entrance to the bedroom, with several bags slung on her arms.

She gave him a hesitant smile, opening her mouth to ask how it had gone, but paused. Will simply nodded to her, allowing her to read his mind like an open book. Addy's smile turned sympathetic as she felt the guilt and worry over Chase and Thomas having welled up inside her ex. He didn't say a word, simply turning to head to the room that had been set aside for Elijah whenever he was released from the Clinic. He rummaged through the man's bags, finding a set of clothes that would look halfway presentable... or at least a step up from a hospital gown and pajamas. He set aside a pair of khaki pants and a long-sleeved shirt from Elijah's things before searching through his own room.

His options for formal wear were limited -- he had no suits, no business casual clothing. The closest thing he had to formal wear were his old Army dress blues, which he didn't seriously consider for a second. Instead, he settled for a tucked-in dark blue button-down, with his "nicest" pair of blue jeans. With that, he made his way to the guest bathroom to take a quick shower and shave.

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[NanLia]

Morgan shook her head with a small grin. “I mean I know how to drive, I understand the concept… but haven’t really driven on a road before.” She was glad to hear that Chase could, in fact, drive; it would make their travel to the colony faster and easier. “And yes, Emile asked me to go, he told me that it would be dangerous, for me more than you, and said it was up to me.” She paused as she watched him select a pair of pants. “But you’re part of the pack now, and I want to make sure you’re safe and that you have a pack member with you for your time of need, we’re here for you.” She stepped towards one of the shower stalls, pushing aside the plastic curtain to turn on the faucet: she was all too aware of the issue with the pack only have cold water available –they couldn’t get the water heater to work and none wanted to attempt to get someone qualified out into the middle of the woods to fix it.

She hooked her bag of toiletries inside the shower stall before she turned and gave Chase another wolfish grin. “Besides,” She started to pull her shirt over her head, tossing it back over to the counter where her own bag and belongings waited. “I hear hunters make great food at things like this.” Without a care in the world she easily stepped out of her jogging pants and into the cold water.
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Ashley-May and Mackenzie paused hearing the knock at the door, listening to Adelaide call in that she had brought food back from the Mess Hall. Mac was otherwise uninterested in eating; not much of an appetite, guilt had pretty much filled her up, but Ash was already wiggling out of Mac’s arms. “Coming!” She called as she climbed from the bed and nearly bounced her way to the door. She pulled it open and smiled to Addy, “Thanks, I appreciate it was getting hungry.” She heard Mac’s snort from the bed and turned to give her partner a glare. “You try keeping a Nephilim happy.” She grumbled.

Mac lifted her head from the bed long enough to give Ash a grin. “I think I’m doing a pretty decent job of it, but you can ask Will yourself, if you’d like.”

Ashley-May’s mouth opened then closed again as she continued glare are her partner lounging on the bed. She didn’t have anything to say to this, instead she turned to Addy and rolled her eyes. “Let’s go, we’ll leave lazy in bed.”
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