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[JokerValentine]

RedVehemence

The wolf, circling him not a moment before, decided to perhaps leave him be. Of course this was of much relief to Addison, who not a moment before had nearly inflicted a devastating blow to the dog. Of course, as he now had another companion watching him in his actions, he perhaps thought to make his way over to him. Perched on a dumpster, he seemed to perhaps represent his own trashy attitude. Oh how cute, yet another attention-loving hunter like him. It certainly took one to know one.

Putting his supplies in his coat, the other hunter made his approach. "No killing? Is this some sort of joke," Addison asked with a hint of seriousness, but mostly with a cordial cynicism, "Surely someone is bound to be upset if they catch you not following the rules." Of course, the argument could be waged against him that he was breaking a rule, but he wasn't. He never said he wouldn't kill the werewolf eventually. It is a way of giving the prey a false sense of security, an idea he tended to gravitate towards. It wasn't even that bad anyways, just sometimes problematic for those kinds.

"I believe introductions are in order, more formal ones at least. I'm a hunter who happens to be looking for too many people at once. There's a girl hunter, her name's Indigo, about 17 or so. Do you happen to know where I can find her at this time of night? Unfortunately it's not a question of curfew for a rebellious teenager, it's one for her security sake. She's being hunted, by two vampires. I'll need your help."

 

[RedVehemence]

Nothing happened. The wolf going somewhat still for no reason in particular was rather out of character, but the silence allowed him to cool down and stuff his past back into the basement. However, seeing either killed would have been just as well in that matter. It was originally a step in intervention, but stopping bloodshed made him feel lost and out of place. He gave up with just the smallest discouragement. Then it became what would have been evaluation, but time from the hunt brought him too far back. It had devolved into nothing more than.. Well, nothing. Addison took the initiative to approach, to disengage from the beast. He decided to present manners and jumped down from the dumpster, nodding in acknowledgment of his colleague.

Addison foolishly stored his gear away in his coat before speaking in a tone that Yvo found rather distasteful. He wouldn't display his irritation though, and decided to shake his head, answering in a tired but solid tone, "No. As disgusting as he is and as much as it pains me to admit, killing is not always the answer." With a cold sigh he continued, "Simply put, killing them one by one while thrilling is ineffective and hunters are gravely outnumbered when it comes to the broader scope of things. The careful die, but so do those whom step on every eggshell." It was something akin to friendly advice, he didn't want it to seem like he was threatening Addison. With that taken, he would turn around if he had to.

"You can call me Sieg." Flashing the the slightest glance towards Jumin before continuing, "And I already have a good idea on whom you might be. As for Indigo, she left in a hurry, arming herself to the teeth before she did." He closed the distance between them and brought his masked face to the other mans ear, whispering, "I'd go so as far as to say her parent found themselves in a rough hunt. You find them, and you might just find her. However, where they might be is beyond me, seeing as my recon brought me here and not to them. If you know their patterns, then the fact that they were probably cleaning up a mess while she went out to eat should tell you where they might be. As to how alive they are at the moment, that's completely open ended."
JokerValentine

 

[Rhaine]

Through Damien, Delilah heard the Emerson girl cry out - a pinned, wounded cry. It was the only cue she needed. She sat up straight in her seat, reaching below and grasping the loaded gun daintily. Holding it before her gaze, she briefly wrinkled her nose at the firearm, as if it offended her. It wasn't her weapon of choice. She preferred to be a lot more hands-on than a gun allowed. What could she say? She liked to roughhouse. It made her feel much more in control than a traditionally long-range weapon ever did. All the same, she knew how to use it. She hadn't lived more than two hundred years without handling a firearm. She slipped the gun into her purse that hung tight at her hip, catching the latch of the door, and exiting with a jaunt to her small, hastened steps.

They were outnumbered. She knew Damien would most likely be cross with her for disobeying his words. Still, no matter what creed she was bound to follow, she was a free agent. He held no dominion over her, despite how he may prefer to behave from time to time. She knew it wasn't personal. Damien was like that with everyone on occasion, mostly minus the friendly, considerate side that he shared with her often. She figured that he would be thankful for the support, eventually, if not immediately. It was him and two wounded hunters against a throng of rogue supernaturals. She could at least provide backup from the outskirts. Though, she wasn't against being engaged directly by one of the others. Maybe a good tussle would get her out of the rut she had found herself in.

The creamy, blushed chiffon she wore caught moonlight easily, moving about her like a haze or a fog. She kept tabs on the situation through Damien, who's force lay in the back of her head. She weighed the severity of the ever changing tide by gaging his feelings. It wasn't often that she got into these kind of things. Something about it seemed very primitive. All the same, there was an immense capability for loyalty in her, and she didn't often shy from its call.

She moved through the thick, dark, imposing trees. Her pale hand skimmed over the rough bark as she passed. Utilizing her speed, she had only been traveling a few seconds before she reached the scene. The smell of blood and the clamor of savagery reached her without welcome. Her gaze quickly focused in on the male vampire who had Indigo pinned to the ground. Her expression darkened, and she paused only a heartbeat before she was lunging forward, colliding hard with the vampire and wrenching him away and off of Indigo. The two rolled away a few feet, caught in tight conflict. Delilah ended up on top, pinning his hands to the ground below her. Fangs bared briefly in an almost coy smile, she grasped a stray splintered piece of branch, forcing it through his heart. She created a bond with him in the same moment, his panic and pain moving through her like a flush of energy. She shushed him as if she were comforting a child, her body turning loose and pleased as he pitifully writhed beneath her. She watched as his eyes became completely blank, and he ceased to weakly struggle against her.

Bellz Arael

 

[JokerValentine]

RedVehemence

Remaining polite, Addison let out a cordial laugh. "Oh that's a good point. You sound just like this fellow I knew. I forget his name, not that it matters. He said the same thing, started to doubt the mission and the law. He thought perhaps he should just let the problem sort itself out." The hunter's tone turned a bit more serious. "Then one night he opened up his apartment to find a vampire waiting for him. How it got in isn't important. What matters most is what followed. The fellow got drained drier than a juice box in a kindergarten classroom, if that helps you imagine the scene." Of course it could've happened to anyone. "I'm not going to enforce the law, or tell on you. But just know that if you're not a predator in this world, you're a prey, and a lousy one at that. Exploit or be exploited, it's that simple."

With the diatribe aside, Addison decided to consider the man charming. Seig, not a very good name, especially in this post- WWII era of existence. What was his father's name? Probably something equally as German. "I'd hate to bother such a pacifistic hunter like yourself, but I fear she's in danger. I'd like with you to come with me, take my car and save her." Was it really any of his business whether she live or die? Heavens no. But those vampires, how they tricked client after client, and then proceeded to stalk her. It surely rendered poorly on the hunter. And how he hated those blood-sucking aristocrats. They were surely described best by the only thing they knew how to do worthwhile: they sucked.

"And please, you're a hunter. I have no problem with you. Hell, if the sun were shining today I'd admire your innocence. But please, accept my offer to find the girl, or run off to your own thing. The choice is yours, Seig. Or I'll report you to the Hunter's Code police or whatever."

 

[Arael]

They were faster than Damien had anticipated. But he was able to keep up with them, throwing the wolves back with great force while he picked off a few of the vampires. One werewolf did however manage to land a scratch on his left forearm while he reloaded he handgun, causing the dark haired male to retaliate with a fatal shot to the beast head which sent it falling back lifeless onto the ground.

The sound of the Emerson girl yelling for his assistance was rather concerning since he did agree to have her back during this time. The Vampires had her pinned and were about ready to sink their fangs into her but a familiar blonde haired woman prevented that from happening as she rushed into the group, knocking them back while Damien rushed in to take care of the rest with ease.

"New borns...of course." He sighed and looked around as the area was filled with now lifeless bodies of vampires and werewolves, he'd definitely be explaining this to his father once he got home but at least everyone was safe. He gave a soft smile before holding his hand out for the hunter as she was still trying to regain herself.

"Thank you, we...made a good team." His words were genuine even though it pained him to say it, she was a big help and if the opportunity ever to see again he wouldn't hesitate to call on her. Damien's eyes soon trailed over to Delilah who had a bit of blood on her and still had that thrilled look in her eyes, while he was angry that she disobeyed orders he was also glad she came when she did but of course he'd never admit that, instead he gave her a disappointed glare which made his eyes glowing a soft crimson.

"We'll talk later..but right now let's get this message cleaned up."

Rhaine Bellz

 

[Bellz]

Indigo thought that it was going to be the end of her. She tried with everything she had to get out of the man's grip but it was no use. He was way too strong. This is it She thought before squeezing her eyes shut. But she felt the man being torn from on top of her and she was free in a matter of seconds. Her vision went double and her body was in paralysis. Shock reared its ugly head as she struggled for breath. The last sounds of fighting had cut off long ago and now Damien was standing over her. Holding out a hand with a small smile.

Here she was, fearing for her life like a child while he effortlessly fought them off. Even Delilah who was about her same weight and height was kicking more ass than Indi! She forced herself to take a deep breath before taking his hand and heaving herself up, he pulled her up easily as if she was made of nothing but paper. Skin cold, it was honestly the first time she had been in actual contact with a vampire. She released his hand quickly and gave a short shaky smile. "Don't choke on those words, I could also be your worse enemy." Indigo was back, the overall good nature flirtatious attitude with a little bit of sarcasm. "But...I guess we do...but its I who should thank you...my family owes you." Glancing towards Delilah, she mouther her thanks before moving towards her father who was quite a bit a ways across the opening in the forest.

Her mother was up, but she looked badly injured. Picking up speed, she ran over to her parents and collided with them. Hugging them fiercely.

Rhaine Arael

 

[Rhaine]

Once the last bit of life had left the vampire below her, Delilah came to her feet with ease, departing from his empty form. She pulled a blonde curl behind her ear, tidying herself up. The moment she received a negative emotion from Damien, she cut off her bond with him, not wanting to reside in him any longer. She caught Indigo's thanks, and she gave a pleasant look and a wink. "No problem, doll." She watched as Indigo ran to her parents, embracing them tightly.

Her dark gaze then turned to Damien as he addressed her, and she met his glare with a smooth, impassive smile. "Oh gosh, Damien. Am I in trouble? I hope you don't ground me." In truth, his conduct angered her, but she didn't let it slip into the teasing cadence of her words. It only manifested itself in the slight edge to her gaze. She couldn't imagine what he meant to talk to her about "later." Had he wanted the Emerson girl to be ravaged? It wouldn't be out of character. Hunters weren't exactly allies, and Damien was a good deal more than straight-laced on that topic. Perhaps he was aiming to let the rogue get a bite in before he intervened, so that the girl would be turned. The idea amused her a little.

She strolled a few steps away, nudging the body of the vampire she had killed with a silver-shoed foot. Her memories of being human weren't sharp, but she knew she had been in great need of the strength she now held easily. Too many times to count, other humans had forced their will on her and she had been powerless to stop them, too weak to fight off anyone or anything. All the same, these days she wasn't sure her physical strength was of much worth. Sure, she had saved the Emerson girl, but she had killed her attacker. Indigo would most likely go on to kill other supernaturals. Nothing sat quite right with Delilah anymore. She was something she had never intended to be. She wasn't sure who had it better - her or the body at her feet. Damien often spoke outwardly about the supremacy of vampires over all other species, but she had never believed in that particular ideology. It hadn't been something she had asked for, and she had only briefly considered it a gift.

"What's your disposal plan, exactly?" Her voice had dimmed in vibrancy.

Arael Bellz

 

[RedVehemence]

(For time constraints, I can no longer participate in this rp. Im sorry.)

 

[deer]

Eun-Young Ara Delarose​

location: outskirts - near the wishing glass | scenario: "an imbalance of nature"
with: addison JokerValentine | mentions: @Gee Dee , Ms. Sparrow ​

Hesitating to walk closer towards the female that was holding the male's head in her arms, Ara swallowed back her nervousness as she frantically scourged through her thoughts for any ideas that could perhaps help them. It wasn't as if she was nervous to meet a fellow witch, however, the truth of the matter was that Ara was nervous to practically meet anyone. Nevertheless, Ara's worries began again as her eyebrows furrowed and her forehead creased in concentration. Were they running away from something? Did they almost get hit by that car she heard earlier? Shaking her head, Ara realized time was ticking away the more she didn't do something. Taking another deep breathe, a surge of courage coursed through her small frame as she analyzed the situation at hand. Deciding that it was better to not make a big deal out of something that could be minor and cause trouble for the female witch before her, Ara spoke up, raising her voice slightly higher so that she could be heard clearer, "I. .I'll go and see if I can find. . some water and a first aid kit. It'll . . it'll be okay."

With those words, Ara hurriedly walked away towards the opposite direction in which she came from. Someone in town would be able to help, right? Maybe. . she could do a locating spell? But, that would require using something of the female witch and Ara doubted the former witch would let Ara take a strand of her hair or give any of her belongings to find someone who was in her coven, be it acquaintance or family member. Ara knew the consequences of being found out as a witch, especially if she didn't know if the witch she encountered was an ally or foe. However, as Ara walked ahead aimlessly, searching and looking around the area for some sort of life form aside from the plant life and the still buildings around her, she heard voices coming nearer as she walked closer and closer towards that area of town. Once she managed to approach the voices, Ara stood still in her spot, as her eyes widened at the sight before her. Two humans and. . a werewolf?

Her breathing hitched as she remained frozen in her spot. Ara's eyes were still wide-opened as her face began to turn ghostly pale. She couldn't believe what she encountered. Just. . what. .? How could they do this in such a big open area?
Weren't they afraid of being seen? Or rather wasn't the werewolf? And the two males. . who. .? Whatever was going on between the three of them, Ara had no part in it nor did she want to know. However, she was worried, would they be able to tell who and what she is? They couldn't, could they? Ara knew maybe the werewolf would know but perhaps the males before her wouldnt. . unless they were hunters she only heard her parents tell her stories about.

Despite being a young Delarose witch, it was still fresh in her mind the encounter she had with the monster that forced her coven to flee their home, so seeing the scene before her first hand only made her more nervous. Shaking her head, trying to ready herself for whatever would happen next, Ara noticed one of the humans leaving while the werewolf seemed to be quiet and still. Hesitantly making herself known, if she wasn't seen or heard yet, Ara let out a small squeak. "I. . I. . hope I. . didn't i-intrude. . ? Y-you see. . I. .I got lost and and. . I saw a girl. . on the side of the road. . with a boy and I. . they might be hurt. .do you. . by chance have a first aid kit?" Ara managed to let out, the hesitation and nervousness in her tone was evident as Ara couldn't stop her hands from shaking nervously.

But, if the man were to spar a glance or have heard Ara, he would have seen her disheveled looked with dirt on her face, her hair an absolute bird's nest with twigs and leaves sticking out of it, and dirt on her pants. Ara was utterly a mess but she could only hope the man had some sort of answers and could help. At the same time, Ara's eyes kept glancing over at the werewolf, wondering what was going on.

coding; allrightsreserved deer ​

 

[JokerValentine]

deer (@Gee Dee)( Bellz

The conversation had a dead air around it. It was almost as if the speakers had no desire to continue. And surely he would be getting no help out of his fellow Hunter. And so, just as if he too were about to leave the duo, a third member of discussion arrived. Addison said nothing, shutting his trap for once, and allowed this new female to stammer her words out. Surely the dog made her so uncomfortable, as it did all. But that wolf was to live, for now. He was on his list, surely, but the one from before... how it still so bothered him. And the girl, she needed to be saved. After all, what type of hunter fails to do his duty? But now, a third one.

By the looks of her, she had not showered in ages. She reeked of old garments and perhaps a cooking element. The Hunter knew all too well this girl's kind, one that was no enemy to him. Terrible gardeners were just humans willing to try their best. Yet she was committed, even going as far as to roll around in dirt to let her frustrations out that her carrot crop wasn't sprouting. That's one way to communicate to mother Nature, at least.

But Addison too sought aid, so perhaps this girl would be willing to help him? No, she surely was a human, and it was off limits to involve her in these affairs. But maybe only if she weren't. But she already had seen too much. "Don't mind the... hideous dog in the background. He's perhaps just a bit... bothersome at the moment-"

But the mention of a girl sent him over the edge. "I'm looking for a girl too, madam. She's about 17, a bit angsty, her name's Indigo. She drives a car only a rebellious teenager would. She's a daughter of a dear friend. Are we perhaps talking about the same people?" As if Indigo's life were the only one at all in danger. He didn't even know her, but he knew her creed. Surely this human, an odd thought to think as he was as well, didn't know any wiser than what he was. "I can perhaps supply some bandages, if that's any good."