Fantasy Welcome To RiverCrest

[Rhaine]

The thick tension in the air rolled over Delilah's shoulders with ease. She felt undaunted under the weight of the evening, and she gripped the feeling tightly. She returned Jumin's look briefly, though hers carried more trepidation, possibly concern if one had looked close enough. It could have been interpreted many ways. She bristled at the hunter's words and the way he so blatantly fumbled about in his pockets, searching for something to use in confrontation, no doubt. He didn't seem to be very put together, though his daringness set her on edge all the same. Her dark eyes briefly turned cold, and she felt almost protective.

Damien returned to her side, and her gaze flickered over him, his weapon, his face. She was glad of his words and the threat he didn't attempt to veil. She couldn't have stepped in, considering her feelings on the matter. It would have been too conspicuous, transparent - not smart enough for her at all. She almost gave a small smirk at Jumin's reaction. She hadn't expected anything less.

Delilah fixed her gaze on the hunter, waiting for his response. She stayed close to Damien's side, warily waiting for the tension to either break or come to a crescendo. Though she was ready to fight if need be, she attempted to portray impassivity, her limbs resting loosely.

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[MadiRaiCat]

Run. That was the only word that ran through the charcoal werewolf's head as she sprinted through the shadow-filled forest. The howls of livid wolves sounded behind her, distant but still too close for comfort. She had been running for hours it seemed like, and it probably had been, blood staining the fur around her claws and jaws. They had caught up to her, scented her out in the small town she had temporarily taken up residence in. The wolf barely had time to shift and rip out the throat of the assassin wolf before more fell upon her hotel room. She had seconds to break out through the back window and take off into the forest.

The unfamiliar feeling of relief washed over the wolf as she crossed from her former pack's territory into that of another. She knew she had bought herself a little leeway, as she knew the pack couldn't cross territory lines without permission from the neighboring pack. For at least a little while, she had a bit of sanctuary. The wolf slowed down to a jog, still moving just in case. She scented the air, finding that the assassin wolves were now far behind her. But the other smell in the air caught her attention: a rabbit was not too far off. Stalking through the underbrush of the forest, she followed the trail until she happened into a small clearing, the unknowing rabbit sitting in its center. Without a second thought, the wolf launched herself through the air and snapped the rabbit's neck in one swift bite.

She easily chomped through the rabbit, bones and all, before swallowing and licking her chops. As it settled into night time, a different strange scent filled the air, catching the midnight black wolf off guard. She could smell humans, blood, but other than that, vampires and other unfamiliar wolves. Stalking through the night, she found herself on the outskirts of a town she had never been to before. The odors that filled the air seemed to be coming from a bar, loud music and talking voices blasting from the door. Immediately, she thought that the scent of other supernaturals would help to conceal her own rogue scent, and she shifted back to her human form.

Rayne pulled the hood of her black zip up sweatshirt over her dark hair, concealing her face. She glanced down at her hands, blood from both rabbit and wolf staining her fingers red. Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her ripped skinny jeans, walking towards the loud music. She entered the building, glancing around at the mixture of various supernaturals and humans. She quickly made her way into the restroom, quickly washing the mixture of werewolf and rabbit blood from her hands and face. The water was stained red, and she made sure to wash it all down the sink to avoid any suspicious glares.

Rayne silently moved from the bathroom and took an empty seat at the bar, passing a handsome man and a pretty blonde who clearly reeked of vampire. She ignored the commotion behind her, gesturing to the bartender. "Bring me your strongest scotch."

 

[JokerValentine]

Quiznack Arael Rhaine Ms. Sparrow

In that split second everything got quite hairy. Of course it was a trap, of some sort. The man behind him, now revealing his ugly self to be a vampire, held a gun to the two. Was he the only human in this town? Surely in this situation. Maybe that's how you blend in, you pull a gun on random fights that don't concern you. Addison kept his hands in his pockets, knowing full well the man wouldn't shoot him. After all, it's too public of an area and there were probably security cameras everywhere. And he hadn't died yet.... again. Which is surely what Addison intended to do to this man. Vampires were truly the worst enemy. Though he hated werewolves nearly equally, Addison would never forget the injustice of the leech's actions in killing his brother. "Oh define issue, kid," the hunter bravely said as he found the object of his choosing, one that surely might give him the upper hand, "because the only issue I see is you holding a gun at two lads minding their own business," the hunter replied to the leech, not making any comment about his obvious fangs.

The battle was poised to begin, but who'd fight who? Just then, he realized that the singer was out there. She seemed to like the other vampire, an immediately it made sense. Again, he said nothing to give himself away. "Surely you don't want to make a mess for the missus. And you should also know guns like that aren't toys. You can get killed for waving it at the wrong person," he said deliberately, putting his hand on a high-power flashlight in his pocket, "now, fuck off before you-"

Just then, a loud bang echoed from nearby. Something had hit something, perhaps a drunk driver. Nonetheless, Addison used the distraction of the noise to go into action. He drew the flashlight, and shone it directly at the leech's eyes. One could perhaps compare it to the power of the sun. At least Addison didn't accidentally draw his car keys like last time.

 

[Arael]

He'd finally snapped, days of tracking and killing had finally gotten to the dark haired male as he turned his focus away from Jumin who obviously wouldn't make a wrong move knowing what the outcome would be, but the hunter was a other story and Damien could tell that he'd be trouble for them and everything his father worked for.

"You really must be some sort of fool, obviously not knowing your place around here..well allow me to explain." His eyes now flashed a deep red as he pointed the firearm at Jumin.

"Mutts are underneath my kind and know very well the rules in place, And bloodbags or humans and hunters are at the very bottom and don't act out unless in self defense, see if could very well kill you and there'd be no issues on my end but since you're new I'll let you off with a warning." Damien's eyes narrowed as he stared directly through Jumin then back at the hunter.

"This is my town, I've been around way longer than you could even imagine and with a snap of my fingers I could end your worthless little life...never forget that."

Damien began to put his weapon away but there was soon as loud bang that echoed not far from them and he instantly remembered the job Lazarus told him about, but before he could move the hunter shone an extremely bright light into his eyes before rushing off. The dark haired male growled quietly before taking a shot at the man but making sure to miss by a few inches just to let him know the threat was very real.

"Jumin, you keep up such a friendly act towards my kind and the others may think you a traitor...and you know hat they do to traitors." Damien's smirked before putting his gun away and walking off to his car, whatever happened had gotten worse and he needed to take care of it before it became known around town.

"Come on, Delilah."

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[Bellz]

Indigo Emerson

Indigo arrived at the coordinates about 5 minutes later. Looking around, she couldn't see any sign of her parents. She quickly got out of the car and pulled her long coat off. It would only get in the way with what she was about to get herself into. Keeping her lights on, she slowly walked towards the forested area...Her heart was racing as she looked for any signs of danger. As far as she could see...there was none...

She looked down towards the ground and squinted. Pulling the gun out of her back pocket she loaded it with a few bullets before pressing forward again. They had to be around here somewhere. She refused to let her mind wander...it would only distract her and put herself in danger as well. Then she heard it. Off in the distance, snapping of jaws and growling. A scream rang out in the middle of the silence that sent her running towards that direction.

As much as she wanted to call out for her parens, she knew that her silence and the enemy being distracted was her only way to survive. She pressed forward until they came into view. Just in time to see her parents fighting off the two creatures, her mother looked seriously injured and her father was becoming weaker by the second. With the swipe of his paws, the werewolf swiped her mother least 40 feet towards the left and she heard a sickening crunch. "NO!" She screamed and shot out at the wolf. Missing as he lunged out of the way.


Quiznack JokerValentine Arael Rhaine Ms. Sparrow

 

[Quiznack]

COPPERGALE

☾☽

Location: Parking lot of the Wishing Glass
Scenario: Well that ended...
With: Rhaine || Arael || JokerValentine || MadiRaiCat

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"Oh define issue, kid,".
"Surely you don't want to make a mess for the missus. And you should also know guns like that aren't toys. You can get killed for waving it at the wrong person."

Jumin felt as if he's been pulled into some sort of quicksand. The hunter was bold, he had to give him that, but maybe also suicidal. He was talking smack to an aristocrat vampire thats holding a GUN for christ's sake -- if the hunter was armed, perhaps Jumin would've been amused at their exchange. He lowered his arms as his brows knitted together; he didn't like where this was heading and the atmosphere was thickening as every second passed.

"You really must be some sort of fool, obviously not knowing your place around here..well allow me to explain."

Oh he didn't like this one bit. Jumin stared at the gun aimed at him, eyes glinting. He wasn't a fool -- he just didn't act uptight and bloodthirsty all the time like Damien or vampires similar to the man; if only Damien was like Delilah somehow...maybe they would've gotten along. It didn't seem to be going so well on that.

"Mutts are underneath my kind and know very well the rules in place, And bloodbags or humans and hunters are at the very bottom and don't act out unless in self defense, see if could very well kill you and there'd be no issues on my end but since you're new I'll let you off with a warning."

The Coppergale's smile dropped at the insult to his kind. Calling him a mutt was downright rude, although commonly heard -- but now he was elevating himself and race above everyone else? The peace in Rivercrest may be shaky, but equality can be seen if you bother to look for it.

"This is my town, I've been around way longer than you could even imagine and with a snap of my fingers I could end your worthless little life...never forget that."

"Don't remember you being chosen town mayor..." Jumin murmured to himself, as he crossed his arms. Prissy vampire; probably would be fun to fight against if he shifted into his werewolf form, but not that entertaining to banter. He looked over to Delilah, a trickle of a smile working itself back onto his lips. It's difficult to not have your mood lifted up when you're near someone or something that you could consider as a friend. Even if they were opposing races -- atleast Lilah acted tolerable towards him.

His attention then followed Damien's as he looked to where the sound of a loud noise rang, and then to his right as the vampire's firearm shot at the ground where the Hunter had been.
Slightly shaken but not unnerved, he quirked a brow at Damien.

"Jumin, you keep up such a friendly act towards my kind and the others may think you a traitor...and you know what they do to traitors."

The werewolf heaved an exaggerated sigh as he ruffled the back of his head. He's been accused of being treasonous in the past and it follows him to this very century too, but he hasn't exactly done TOO much harm enough to get executed or exiled. He knew of the limits and often than not enjoyed skimming the borderlines -- because hey, somehow he's gotta entertain himself than just hunting all the time.
"Yeah, well, nice to have caught up with you too!" Jumin called out to him as Damien walked back to his car, ushering Delilah to follow. He mouthed an apology to Delilah before shrugging his shoulders. Vampires sometimes.
He didn't know what to exactly do now, since everyone seems to have left him or be leaving him.

He decided to re-enter the Wishing Glass and actually ORDER a drink this time. The entire scene before really got him thirsty -- though before he opened the entrance, he paused to wonder what even happened to the Hunter...

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[Rhaine]

"Don't remember you being chosen town mayor..."

Delilah couldn't beat back the slight, brief smile that found her features at Jumin's words. Still, it was fleeting. The hunter set her teeth on edge. The patronizing tone of his voice darkened her expression. In age, he was but a boy to her and Damien. His words could only be fueled by ignorance or hatred - which was, in itself, a form of foolishness. Damien's behavior and words came as no surprise to her. She wasn't a stranger to the cadence. She had heard it before. Her bearing was still loose, relaxed, despite the heaviness of her expression. She played her part well - silent, supporting. It didn't matter what she agreed or disagreed with. They all had a role. The thought made her skin crawl. She hated being under a controlling force, but she swallowed it down all the same. Moments passed without differ.

The echo of a loud clamor startled her, though her posture didn't change much save for a moment of tenseness. As the hunter shone a bright light into Damien's eyes, Delilah took a step forward. She would have been ready to act, but Damien recovered well. She knew he missed his shot on purpose. His warning to Jumin didn't surprise her. Damien wasn't stupid. As he turned and called for her to follow, she hesitated, catching Jumin's mouthed apology. She faintly shook her head in teasing, mock-disapproval, though her eyes were warm and beckoning.

"Bye bye." With the two sing song words, she turned in a sway of blonde curls, making her way to Damien's car. She got into the passenger's seat.

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[goldiggings]

Michael Blackwell pulled his rusted pickup truck into the semi-crowded parking lot of The Wishing Glass. He had a long day at work and needed a drink before going home to deal with a bunch of pre-teen witches. Don't get him wrong, he loved his little sisters with all of his heart. But teaching five girls between the ages of nine and fifteen how to cast spells was extremely tiring.
Turning the key in his ignition, he let out a sigh as his truck slowly rumbled to silence. He was exhausted. He ran two calloused hands down his face and along his jawline. He really needed a shave. He stepped out of his truck, into the flickering neon lights of the bar. Workboots clunkinh against the pavement, he made his way to the door.
When he entered The Wishing Glass, he immediately made his way to the bar. He sat a few stools down from a girl in a black hoodie, drinking scotch. He couldn't believe it; this young girl drinking straight scotch like she was a middle-aged man. Chuckling to himself, Michael looked to the bartender. "I'll have what she's having."
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[JokerValentine]

Quiznack Arael Rhaine

Perhaps Jumin should have been more considerate. As the whole group dissipated, Jumin tried his best to escape the hunter. But the hunter nearly had as big of an ego as the vampires. He'd have his day with them afterwards. So Addison let the vampires go, laughing to himself as they walked. "Fucking vampires..." he said, turning to his side. But Jumin wasn't there, as a matter of fact he was going back into the bar. Really? Perhaps Addison hadn't made it clear enough that he had some questions. And by questions he meant.... questions. The hunter surely would pull that dog out of that bar on his ass if he felt up to it. But that piece of shit that escaped him earlier... he wanted that one dead.

Addison decided to follow the dog back in. He thought to himself in that brief walk, how in the fuck had his flashlight not worked? It was high quality, and he just shone it at a vampire. It acted like it was annoyed, not even phased. Neither of them were. Had he forgot to change the battery... again? Maybe he should've used the stake gun. That's have a quicker end to the story, as it should be.

In the bar, Addison quickly caught sight of his new "friend" ordering a drink from the bar. He didn't seem to remember his proper manners, his doggish ass. Perhaps he ought to be reminded. "You know," Addison said rather suddenly, "it's rude to leave someone in mid-conversation. And we have so much to discuss, don't we dog?" Perhaps his word choice wasn't proper either, but it got the point across. "You know... it's typical in bars to filter the water they use to clean the glasses with... silver." It was a jab to get on his nerves, and probably entirely wrong. But he was hoping for a reaction. He sorta enjoyed seeing that.

 

[Quiznack]

COPPERGALE

☾☽

Location: Within the Wishing Glass
Scenario: Hey it's time to talk!
With: JokerValentine

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The werewolf preferred coffee and milkshakes than alcoholic beverages, but after the scene in the parking lot, he wanted something with a particular buzz to get his mood cranking again -- though keeping in mind that he was a light-weight, he decided to go for a Mai Tai. While he waited for the bartender to fix up his drink, Jumin leaned comfortably onto the counter and observed the patrons of the Wishing Glass. The atmosphere hasn't changed too much when he had last -- the girls in the booth he had been in were still there; he did a polite wave to them as they spotted him sitting on the stool section. New folk had entered whilst he was gone though, and most of them were already drinking and conversing on their own.

The Coppergale piped up a "thanks" to the server as he was passed his Mai Tai, but before he could take a sip, he was slightly startled by a familiar voice. Seriously, why couldn't Jumin hear this guy approach at all?

"You know,"
"it's rude to leave someone in mid-conversation. And we have so much to discuss, don't we dog?"

He proceeded to sip at his drink slowly, dark eyes gleaming. The hunter actually wanted to keep talking to him -- delightful. Like that wasn't a blatant trap or something, but hey, he was one to definitely not turn down an opportunity to get to know someone. Even if it meant if the ending would turn to be...violent. But fun, right?

"It's just Jumin, 'kay? Don't think you would like it if I refer to you as what you are, but downgraded more. Like, like walking bag of bones?" He stopped his ramble to take another sip but...

"You know... it's typical in bars to filter the water they use to clean the glasses with... silver."

The werewolf should stop raising his brows, he's lost count on how many times he's done it this night. He swallowed the drink and smacked his lips, ending with a loud pop. The hunter was poking fun at him, of course, but in a humouring way. Real good fun he is!
"Right...but the Wishing Glass isn't your TYPICAL bar now, isn't it?"

Jumin stretched out his arm lazily and grinned at the hunter.
"Small talk is great but can I at least get your name?"

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[MadiRaiCat]

The bartender poured her a glass of the amber liquid, sliding it down in front of Rayne without spilling a drop. Rayne smiled, inhaling the sweet small of oak wood that aging gave the drink. She sipped on it slowly, enjoying the feeling of warmth that the liquor caused as she drank it. She may only be 22 in human years, but she had been around for over 140 years. Almost 80 years of that was spent on the run, trying to find someplace where she belonged. This town seemed interesting, she had never seem so many supernatural beings of different types in one place. Rayne quickly downed her scotch, pushing the hood from her head to reveal her fair skin and dark hair, allowing it to fall around her shoulders and frame her face.

She asked the bartender for another, smiling when a fresh glass was slid in front of her. She was about to take another sip when a new scent entered the bar. He smelt of earthy forests and motor oil, an interesting mix. But there was something odd about it. He wasn't human, but oddly wasn't vampire or werewolf either. She heard a deep chuckle from a few seats down and the words, "I'll have what she's having." Curiosity got the best of the wolf, and she couldn't help but look up to examine the man. He was handsome, she noticed, and had an odd powerful aura about him. She gave him a small pretty smile, nodding in hello before taking a sip of the scotch.

goldiggings

 

[goldiggings]

Michael had never seen the girl before, because he was sure he would remember such a pretty smile. He returned the grin as the bartender placed a glass in front of him. Picking it up, he took a swig. The liquid burned slightly as it slid down his throat, but Michael enjoyed it. He let out a deep sigh as he set the glass back down on the counter, rubbing his index finger around the edge of the glass.
He thought of saying something more to the girl, but he wasn't sure what he would say. A simple compliment would be harmless, wouldn't it? It's not like he was taking her home with him. He nodded to himself, standing up and moving to sit on the stool next to her.
"You have a nice smile."
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MadiRaiCat ​

 

[JokerValentine]

Quiznack

At least he wasn't ignoring him this time at least. With a foothold in the conversation, Addison now felt that he could get what he wanted, whatever it was. He didn't decide when and how he'd pursue this wolf for other means than conversation. But it would perhaps be in the near future. "Well, I'm a local, what can I say? A drinker explores every watering hole he may find," he responded, perhaps contemplating a second whiskey. He enjoyed making the wolf a bit uncomfortable. It was like a lion toying with his prey, letting him think he'll be spared. But he was not the first on the list, not by a longshot. He had business first. As if he had anything else to pull out of his cavernous pockets, the male placed a scruff of hair in his lap.

It was perhaps easy to tell by its look to be a werewolf's fur. It had been ripped out forcefully in the recent fight. And as this one may give some better wherabouts to this wolf. "If you want my name," he began, "we'll have to trade. A name for a name. Now you tell me where I can find this wolf, a name and an address will do, and i'll give you mine. I think that's fair. Do you think that's fair? Hell, I'll even order you one of those oriental umbrella markers you put in your drink. If they have them."

"You're a dog... erm man of peace, aren't you Jumin? You'd hate to cause further problems. I have no quarrel with you. As far as I'm concerned I didn't see you here tonight. If I did I'd have to kill you," he said, half-jokingly, "A name. That's all I ask."

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Rayne stiffened slightly when he moved seats to sit beside her. She didn't smell any indicators of bad intentions, and the hair on the back of her neck didn't stand up, leading her to believe he meant no harm. So she relaxed a bit, taking another sip of the scotch. When he complimented her smile, Rayne blushed immediately, unsure of how to respond. She never really received a compliment before, let alone one from a complete stranger. Her former pack believed that criticism was the only way to improve. They were cruel and brutal, dead set on making sure all werewolf soldiers would kill first and ask questions later. But it was worse for Rayne, who was expected to become the next Beta of the pack and thus become the pack assassin. She didn't have the heart for that kind of life, but her father was merciless.

She quickly shook the thoughts and willed the blush away, only a faint red tinge remaining on her cheeks. She clicked her fingernails against the side of her glass, the repetitive noise calming her frayed nerves. Rayne wasn't one to lose her temper easily, but her anxiety caused by constantly being on the run made her cautious and seem a bit hostile at times. Again, Rayne looked the man over, still curious as to what he was and what power he held. She bit her lip slightly before smiling once again at him. "Thank you, I'm Rayne Grey. What's your name? And...if you don't mind me asking, what are you?"

goldiggings

 

[Arael]

Damien swore repeatedly under his breath as his hand gripped tightly onto the wheel as they sped through town, his phone was constantly vibrating as the screen flashed with new text which he ignored before tossing the device is to the back seat as they turned outward and onto a more wooded path.

Many thoughts were swirling through his head. He really wanted that hunter out of the picture since he obviously posed a threat to the arrangements set up in RiverCrest by the wolves and the vampires and he wasn't willing to take that risk. His mind also trailed back to how Jumin and Delilah were acting, the thought was infuriating that one of his own kind could do such a thing and knowing full well the consequences.

Maybe he could let it slide, after all there was no harm in them being associated with one another. But if the others found out..we'll it'd be out of his hands, so maybe he'd keep quiet for now.

Damien shook his head lightly as he looked over at Delilah from the corner of his eye as they pulled in behind what looked like the Emerson girls car, he quickly killed the engine before grabbing his firearm again and a few clips of ammo from the glove compartment.

"Stay in the car, there's another gun fully loaded under your seat." He didn't even bother looking at her to assure any cooperation, the dark haired male quickly made his way out of the car and began walking down the pathway with the girls scent which got stronger ad he got closer.

And as the figures came into view vampires and werewolves alike were going at it, the familiar scent of blood reached Damien as he approached and noticed one of the hunters laying lifeless on the ground. As the Emerson girl did her best to fight off one of the wolves who was quick on his feet.

"Hey, I hate to be the one to say this but..we should team up to take these guys out, that'll make it easier for you to try and save your parents." He spoke in a softer tone as he neared the hunter, his eyes narrowing as the group continued to fight amongst each other while a few took notice of themy and began closing in.

"I need an answer Emerson, can I trust you this once?"

Rhaine Bellz

 

[Bellz]

Indigo Emerson

Indigo backed up until she was pressed back under a tree. Her heart raced in her chest as the wolf was about to close in on her. Suddenly though, he was attack and the two continued their useless and destructive fighting along with her father. She joined back in taking them on as best as she could. Gasping, she grabbed a knife out of her boot and swiped the wolf with it as he tried to lunge for her. Slicing into his leg, the warm blood oozed out onto her hand.

It howled in pain before swiping at her aggravated. She gasped as she was throne back, this time, landing on her back. Looking down at her was the vampire from the bar. Damien. She almost thought that she was hallucinating when he said those words, but when he asked if he could trust her...she nodded almost immediately. Her parents were her everything....she wasn't ready to lose them. If that meant she would have to trust a vampire to have her back and she would have his..so be it.

Nodding, she scrambled to her feet. "Alright Coldwell, deal..." She agreed firmly and quickly moved forward.

Arael Rhaine

 

[JokerValentine]

Quiznack

Finally they were getting someone. As Addison exited the bar, what he did not tell the wolf was that he was armed. As he nearly drew earlier, he had a set of brass knuckles made out of silver. It was from the old country, his father said. Of course, his father was a retired hunter living in the comfort of Boca Raton, Florida, and had the leisure to make such comments about whatever trinkets he had. However, Addison was not dull, and as he had his armament at the ready, he didn't forget the wolf's brushing off, yet again, of his question. Maybe he'd just have to beat it out of him.

Addison was hardly the kind to play games. And surely he was not about to play fetch with this dog. If he wanted a fight, a fight he would get. Of course, the repercussion would be a newfound interest in wolf pelts. And the common folk would surely find the body, brandish their rifles and silver, and exterminate the population entirely. Addison decided to not keep quiet, and speak yet again to the obviously frustrated werewolf. "You remind me of this time I was in a small little town called Geneva, New York. The town wasn't too great, mostly shit actually. I was staying at this inn I thought was safe, just for the night, and as it turned out to be a leech feeding ground. Oh lord you should've seen the choice of curtains. Dreadful," he said, as if this were a nostalgic trip, "the point is, you don't frighten me, and I shouldn't frighten you."

 

[RedVehemence]

A plume of smoke left the lips of a man sitting in a modified, cold Rolls Royce Wraith. He had parked around the corner of a local bar for an hour. The silver luster of the smoke crept out of him, out the window and into the night as he looked down into his hand at the pen and notepad he held onto, writing the names of all whom entered the bar, and taking silent photos with his pone of those he did not know, giving them designations such as UF- 05, 06 and so on. He would find out their names later. Yvo made an effort for weekly reconnaissance, different times of the week, different places, at least one a week. He spotted a few persons of interest enter the bar that night, and was genuinely interested when he spotted that young hunter girl enter the bar, pulling his round framed glasses down the bridge of his nose. Such a diminutive creature.
"What was the name Madchen?...."
He pulled a composition tablet from his glove box and flipped through it for a bit before finding the name he was looking for. "Ahh, Indigo. How foolish of me to forget." Then as a side note to himself, "Not fit for the hunt." It didnt take long before a crescendo of events with rather interesting... Factors began to take place. He waited patiently, a carrion crow waiting for the weak and powerless remnants of the chaos, frantically writing notes, but it all ended in either the factors leaving or once again entering the bar. He fell back and relaxed, dropping his notepads onto the console. "How disappointing..." Left his lips with a sigh before he ashed outside his window and took a silver case from his passenger side chair, placing the carcass of a cigarette into its spiked innards, a strange iron maiden for finished smokes. He set it back to the passenger side and continued with recon.
How flames sometimes flicker from ashes with renewed fervor however, so to did activity rise again. Two men left the bar again, and one he remembered particularly as a past encounter, a young werewolf. The other, he flipped through his composition for a name for this man and received more important details. Addison, the hunter with his picture taped to the page.
He waited until they left his sight, rounding the corner, and then he took a deep breath before clicking open his trunk. After rolling up his window and leaving his cozy little seat for the cool outside air, he closed the door silently and stepped around the vehicle to reach inside the trunk. He pulled out a black mask, shining, smooth and well polished. It didn't have much in the way of features, a single grey lens where the left eye should be and the right eye obscured from the outside by a one way surface. He placed it over his face and locked it in place, then reached into the trunk in again before pulling out a lengthy silver katar, stabilized it in his right hand and then took a FN FNS handgun into his other. Mercury laced hollow points for the maiming of beasts and defense against people, it might not have killed the supernatural but it worked damn well in disabling them. The gun was for Addison.
He silently stepped forward and rounded the corner before raising his gun to Addison and tilting his head to the werewolf, "Wrong place again Jumin?" Then to Addison, "Disarm. Right now." No self respecting hunter would dare approach a werewolf willingly without a weapon, and so he made the call. He was steady, and his voice was low. He was ready to fight, but needed to diffuse the situation. Although the reminder of what he would be missing out on if violence did not erupt made him bit his lip under his mask.
JokerValentine
Quiznack

 

[JokerValentine]

Quiznack RedVehemence

Slightly amused at the wolf's reply, Addison let loose a little chuckle. "Perhaps, nor can I tell you mine." The situation got worse as the male decided to shift into his infected form. Bones quickly cracked and realigned, hair sprouted magically, and then he became all the more intolerable. Especially the dancing bit, the prancing as if he were in a Disney movie. "You know, there's a rumor about you werewolves. Maybe it's true. I wonder, since the victims you turn into horrid abominations seem to never attack when you shift. Your bones are brittle through your process, and all it would take would be a swift kick and break of your leg... and they say you get stuck halfway in the shift permanently. Sort of like... oh what's the word i'm looking for... a fur-"

Someone else had to enter the scene of course. By the looks of him, another hunter, another predator. Though, to be honest, if Addison were to be a cheetah camouflaged in the bright African savannah, this clown was an aggressive peacock ready to get his fill on some bugs. Predators come in all shapes and sizes. "Oh I'm so delighted to have you here. I was just about to get to it myself," he said, taking from his pocket his only weapon for the night: a silver form of brass knuckles. He of course knew he'd feel the rush when he commenced. Though he felt bad. "It's quite rude," Addison began, "to answer questions wrongly, to lie to someone who knows better, Jumin. But you have no decency if you plan to take my kill."

IN 300 bc, at the battle of Thermopylae, the Spartans referred to the archers of the opposing army cowards. They were effective in the end, but cowards nonetheless. Addison didn't need a gun. He'd take the life out of any beast with his bare hands. It saved the pelt, or the teeth, and made it good for a trophy.

 

[Rhaine]

Delilah was relaxed, reclined against the car seat, her legs crossed perkily. She inhabited any space she resided in without reservation. She hummed a tune as they drove, thinking over the events of the evening so far. "How about that hunter? Talk about grasping at straws." A slight smirk touched her features as she looked to the dark-haired man at her side. "Oh, define issue, kid." She lowered her voice in a casually formulated impression of the hunter, exaggerating his general characteristics. She waved a hand dismissively. "Give me a break." She uncrossed her legs and crossed them once more.

Truthfully, the hunter worried her. Not for herself personally, but in general. He didn't seem to adhere to a particular code, which was dangerous. Instead of going after someone for a valid cause, he seemed to pick at random, without need of justification. She shook her head vacantly. She knew for a fact that Jumin hadn't been causing any trouble worthy of the response he incurred. Delilah was pretty positive Jumin's being was almost completely formed of good intentions, if that was possible. The thought made her smile, though the feeling was fleeting. His only crime was catching the hunter's attention. She should have formed a bond with Jumin when she was in his vicinity. She hadn't been certain that the danger was passed, and she would have liked to keep tabs on the circumstance.

Her thoughts were impeded as the car came to a stop. She looked to Damien as he gave her an order, informing her of the weapon under her seat.

Always so bossy.

"Yes, sir." The word was meant to tease him, and it was put across as such - the stress of the word, the impish tilt of her head. From her car window, she watched him begin to retreat further away. Before he could leave her space entirely, she made the decision, and a bond was formed. It was easier for her to form bonds more cleanly, more potently, when she was in physical contact with the individual in question, but she had grown skilled over the years. In any case, she only needed a light grip on Damien to keep an eye on him.

She rested her head back, her eyes slipping closed. Damien was a favorite of hers to immerse in. It was familiar, reminiscent of her youth - like a sudden rush of deja vu or a sharp breeze that makes one feel small in its wake. There was a chilly rigidity in him that she found strangely thrilling to experience, but it was his contradicting adaptability that she really found interesting. It gave him an almost unpredictable quality which made the show more exciting. Focusing, she took on his perspective with ease. She sensed the Emerson girl, as she had expected.

Delilah waited, watching, satisfied with the show for now.

Arael ((mentioned - Quiznack JokerValentine Bellz ))

 

[JokerValentine]

Quiznack RedVehemence

Finally, some action. Perhaps it came off as breaking the code, how he didn't arrive into a sudden scenario and kill a creature without hesitation. Does a predator do that? Do they see their prey and, with no plan and no other conversation, attack? They lie in wait, they toy with their prey, lure them into a vulnerable position. It was indeed a more evolved sense of predation. The game was different than the rules, the outdated laws that although he followed, he just barely did so. After all, why leave any space between crossing the line? That's what the coloring books say anyways.

As the wolf circled the two, his obvious companion seemed to fall silent as the dog prepared his attack. A name was all that was wanted, and Addison would let him go. Sort of. He'd at least have given him a chance to ensure his affairs were all in order. The male fastened the knuckles on his own, loving the cold feel of the silver. A good placed punch to the jaw could probably fell the beast, maybe have it twitch a bit like a boxer who was too overmatched. Then he could have a cigarette, maybe a drink.

"Brave dog. Does it give you such confidence to... amble around two hunters? Even without a pack to assist you, I find your kind to be so protective, beastly even. of course it's just a side effect of your illness," the hunter spoke bravely, eyeing the wolf back as well. The other hunter seemed to be irrelevant to Addison. As his presence was sudden, so was Addison's fleeting interest.

 

[RedVehemence]

The dog haphazardly took on an aggressive stance, and the other hunter took little note in him. It was a bit insulting to think that he had the drop on Yvo somehow, who furrowed his brow under the mask. At this point, he had plenty of choices, but if he disabled Addison, Jumin would definitely take advantage of it. Killing Jumin would be fun, but not the ideal action in this matter. "I'm disappointed in you Jumin." He reflected in his voice. He dropped his gun from Addison and approached him with a casual gait. As he passed by, he tapped him with the flat side of his blade, commenting in a rather accepting tone, "Addison, no killing. If you don't get what you need, I'm sure we can get it at my workshop. Anyways, under the circumstances I'm sure the dog hasn't been causing havoc himself." The dog circling them was no obstacle for him at this point, Addison was right, he was being quite rude. With no second thought, he left the circle, approached a dumpster and perched atop it with a quick jump.
He reminisced when he had met Jumin as the cold air seeped into the pores of his clothing, little pinpricks against his skin that reminded him of home. With memories though, he became rather angry, well furious actually, his grip on his segmented katar was white knuckled rage underneath his gloves. He really shouldn't have left his needle in the car, that was obvious to him now. Now, however was not the time to worry about that, it was his time to watch events as they played out and enjoy the fight.

 

[Arael]

Damien's brow furrowed at the group in front of them. Vampires and Werewolves alike, it would prove difficult to beat them all with one wounded hunter and a small new hunter bit it was worth a shot just as long as Damien didn't get bitten it would work out fine.

The dark haired male smiled slightly at Emerson's response and nodded hosting approval. She was smart for a human and more importantly she had enough sense too know when her back was against the wall, surely a temporary truce wouldn't be too bad.

"Alright, stay on your feet and I'll watch your back." Damien's voice was low but just audible enough for her tongue hear as he raised his forehead arm and released three bullets into one of the wounded wolves back.

"What kind of bullets are you using? They should've been dead if you were packing silver." His eyes flared up a bright red as he used his abilities too toss one of the vamps onto a nearby tree branch which pierced it's heart deeply, Damien sighed as he watched her die before moving on to get rid of the wolves who were now rushing at the them.

"Dammit!"

Rhaine Bellz

 

[Bellz]

Indigo moved swiftly towards the wolves trying to dodge their advances as she fired a few bullets at them. She could hear Damien behind her but didn't exactly have time to react. "Duck!" She gasped as something came hurdling towards her. Dropping to the floor, she had finally had enough of the gun and grabbed for her silver dagger in her belt. "This is some bullshit." She hissed out before getting up once more.

"The bullets I have are silver!" She answered him finally before rushing at one of the wolves. Stupid? Yes, but she needed to get at least on stab at him. As the creature came barreling towards her, she ducked under it just in time for her to lay flat against the ground. She took a chance in that moment and sliced at his lower leg. She heard a cry out in pain followed the animal collapsing behind her.

Getting to her feet, she looked towards Damien for a moment, checking to see if he was still alive before advancing towards the next beast. Her eyes caught something coming in from behind and was surprised to have a vampire come speeding at her from the front. Damien had her back, but did he think they would all try to sneak up on her. Gasping, she was quickly pinned to the ground with fangs bared at her throat. Her dagger flew from her hand and the man's hands dug into her flesh causing it to break and bleed. "SHIT!"
Rhaine Arael

 

[deer]

Eun-Young Ara Delarose​

"We must take adventures in order to know where we belong."​

Location: The Edge of Town
Scenario: "Unexpected Meetings"
Mood: Surprised and Nervous
With: Ms. Sparrow

It had been at least half a year since the Delarose family stumbled into River Crest. Life in the small town so far was quaint, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, or rather, it depended what one believed was "ordinary". To Eun Young, though she likes to be called Ara since most people butchered her first name often, RiverCrest was what she expected life to be like. Supernaturals were all around her, hiding and lurking, and that was what she was used to. In the eyes of mundanes, they were clueless of the different mystical powers that were at work in the small town. It was far from "normal" and she wondered what would happen if they were to find out.

Ara always spent her time with her nose in books, reading about history to different spellbooks. But when she read stories of past histories of those exposed to the supernatural world, it wasn't pleasant, especially since the evidence wasn't necessarily in your face but in the crevices of the words written in the newspaper or books. Ara tried not to dwell on it but somehow she always became emotional whenever she read personal diaries belonging to those who had already passed. Ara just couldn't fathom exactly why they couldn't all just get along. It wasn't just the supernatural world, but also the mundane. It was a never-ending cycle.

But, she always tried her best to avoid confrontations especially when she didn't have anything to add or say. Nevetheless, as much as Ara kept opinions to herself, she was quite obedient especially when it came to her parents. She honestly just didn't want to disappoint them and further add stress onto them since their coven was now spread apart from each other. It worries her that she and her family can't get in contact with the rest of them to see if they were okay. But perhaps no news means good news.

But it wasn't a surprise when her and her family came into town and their magic lessened slightly. They weren't as powerful especially since they were on foreign lands and grounds. The Delarose coven needed time to situate themselves before rebuilding and restoring their power again which is why they often hated moving and relocating. So, for most of the time that the Delarose family was in town, they stayed under the radar and never came in close contact with many people. They lived on the outskirts of town but close enough to the town that it was a fifteen minute drive to get into the main streets of where the restaurants and shops were located.


Ara loved leisurely walks in the woods, it was something she had gotten used to doing since she was but a wee babe. The scent of fresh pine, the crunch of the leaves that were heard with each footstep she took, and just being surrounded by nature's life all around her. It wasn't just trees to her, no, they were more than that. The plants that grew within the woods were very much alive to her. With each bristle, with each growth, the woods became more alive as animals and plants alike worked in a cycle. If anything, she felt at ease in the woods, following a path by leaving a ribbon with each turn and steps she took. The ribbons glowed in the dark, a spell she was able to cast upon the object of her choice, just in case when night fell, she could find her way back again.

Just like most of her days, Ara found herself exploring, seeing newfound plants that she perhaps can use for one of her newer spells she was working on. At the moment, she was working on tweaking a binding spell as well as medicinal herbs for other illnesses. She had found ginseng in town, but she wanted roots and other items to mix them together into a powder. As Ara followed the trail as she normally did, she found herself immersed in the difference of plant life in RiverCrest than her own home country. It was absolutely astonishing to see the how the soil and how the plants often grew and wilted. Ara never was without her handy journal as she took notes and drew images of the plants she came across.

But, before she knew it, night fell and she began to make her way back home. However, a gun shot as well as other screams echoed in her ears as she froze in her steps. Ara's heart beat quickened as she sensed something was admist in town. The sun had already set and it was dark, too dark for her liking. The trees around her were still as can be so any noise she heard amplified even more. She tried looking for the glowing ribbons she placed but to no avail. All she heard was a truck zooming on the outskirts of the forest and voices.

Ara wasn't scared. . but more so nervous of what was going on. Her head went to thoughts that only spooked her more as she meekly and hesitantly called out, "H-hello . . ? A-anyone o-out there. .?" With small steps, Ara looked around, blindly, as she tried her best to make it through the woods. What happened to her ribbons? And was that iron she smelled? Warning bells rang in her head as she swallowed back a nervous whimper as she shivered in her bones. As a witch, she sensed something afoot within nature, as if the balance of things were starting to tip over and something big was about to happen. A big change was about to happen and it would turn this small town upside down.

Wandering around aimlessly, Ara managed to trip over air, branches, and leaves to the point she was covered in dirt and had twigs stuck in her light, blonde hair. Deciding that walking around aimlessly and trying to retrace her steps was a blow, Ara decided perhaps using the night sky and the moon as a compass would be better. Her light hazel eyes glanced at the sky as she tried to encompass her surrounding, guesstimating her cardinal directions. Soon enough, after more time passed or so, she managed to find herself walking out of the woods towards a street unfamiliar to her.

Her heart felt as if it was about to leap out of her chest when cars swiftly passed by her, zooming off as she couldn't help but sense someone was in trouble. But, before she could ponder what was going on, she heard voice to the left of her as saw a girl looking over a boy, perhaps someone close to her, in concern. Ara wondered if she should go and talk to her. . but she was hesitant. It wasn't any of her business and whatever was going on could not be good.

She shouldn't get involved. But, seeing the girl and the unconscious male, Ara tilted her head,
sensing the girl's aura. It was strong, too strong and mystique to be a human's but not so much of an undead or shifter. Ara felt almost connected and familiar with her, but not bonded as she was with her coven. A slight breeze passed through as she felt it, her energy. The girl before her was not only a hereditary witch like she was, but she must have descended from a long and powerful bloodline of the witches who lived in RiverCrest. This only cause Ara to feel more cautious and worried. It wasn't every day that she was faced to face with another witch, much less one who seemed more vulnerable than usual.

Furrowing her brows, Ara couldn't help but scold herself at the thought of just leaving the girl behind and acting as if she didn't see it. It was obvious to her that the girl needed some sort of well . . help, perhaps? With a deep breathe, Ara quietly stepped a little closer towards the two strangers. "A-are you . . I mean . ., " she cleared her throat a bit, "i-is h-he okay? Are you. . okay?" Her voice was soft and gentle, almost melodic-like, yet a slight hoarse-ness filled her tone, as if she hadn't spoken in forever.

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