It's The End of the World As We Know It (Closed)

RealisticFantasy · Aug 13, 2019

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MOIRA

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Presently, Moira sat at a small table in her kitchen, sipping a cup of tea as she flipped through a book of divination. The little table was accompanied by a mismatched triad of chairs as if anyone other than Moira had ever utilized it in the past several hundred years. Well, there was Azazel who often lounged on the seat of those chairs that had been reupholstered a thousand times over. Moira had, at one point or another, taken up just about every hobby in the book. As she never ventured further than the near perimeter of her home, she had to find something beyond the company of her familiar to keep her from going entirely off the deep end.

She considered herself almost fully self-sustaining on account of her beautifully maintained garden that housed a variety of both practical and decorative plants in addition to her growing ability in conjuration magic. However, times would arise when she couldn’t provide herself a specific item – say a book on divination – and she would send Azazel out to retrieve it for her. In her home, she could stay "off the grid," so to speak. Venturing beyond her protective wards would only draw unwanted attention. Her absolute freedom was worth a little boredom now and again.

The house was quiet, as it usually was. Most people found silence unnerving. But Moira and Azazel both found comfort in silence. Silence meant they were safe from their shared enemies. The only sounds that broke the silence were the rustling of the pages of Moira’s book and the clinking sound of teacup against saucer. Suddenly, a gust of cold air blew through the open window and momentarily swallowed the kitchen. Azazel darted out from under Moira’s feet and jumped form floor to chair, chair to table to wait for Moira’s direction.

Moira paused, held her breath, and shared a glance with Azazel. The silence had yet to be broken but they both had felt the change in the air. Teacup inches from her lips, Moira waited a beat to ensure no more disturbances were to follow. Seemingly satisfied with the uninterrupted silence, Moira took one last sip of her tea before setting the cup down. She folded over the corner of the page she was on before gently closing her book so as to give no indication of her location within the house.

“Si servus suis est tenebris dominus traicere mei limina, ego eieci et mala magicae est ad foris orbis. No tenebris magicae uel aliosque spiritus malignos voluntatis descende tant super hac domo,” Moira mumbled under her breath, closing her eyes. Again, she paused. She waited. She listened. Hearing no response, she got to her feet. Peering into her now-empty teacup, she bit her lip as she saw what the tea leaves had in store for her: change. Just then one of the most unsettling noises that had ever graced Moira's ears rung out through her home. There was a knock at her door.

Every muscle in her body tightened at she looked down to Azazel who was also gripped by a stunned silence. Moira couldn't bring herself to breathe, let alone move. She spent centuries imagining every way this scenario could go. They finally came for her and they knocked. Moira found herself starting toward the door. She felt as if she were floating, her hands brushing the walls as she passed in an attempt to ground herself. Azazel followed her closely, practically darting underneath her feet.

“Quod sanctitatem alba magica vires scutum meum esse probare debet, et mea verbis faciet est gladius. Ego istud benedicere domui ejus et incolae cum benevolentia et est velum sanctuarii de est pythonissam albo. Ego eicere me et tuus nequitia sua,” She continued her warding spell as she drew closer and closer to the door. Even if it served as a moment of respite before whoever was one the other side of the door could get the draw on her, it would help her make it out in one piece.

Her hand hovered on the door knob as she stared straight ahead. In, out. In, out. Her internal voice could only remind her to breathe. She suddenly felt so small, so alone. It truly was her against the world. Well, her and Azazel. But, what was a runaway witch and her familiar to a whole coven? "Are you ready?" She whispered to Azazel as she tightened her grip on the door knob. No, she decided. She wasn't ready to die.

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Jeremiah "Jay" Bates

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Jeremiah's car rocketed down the dimly lit streets and around precarious corners as he steadied the wheel with one hand, the other preoccupied with a half-wrapped cheeseburger that he periodically bit into as he spoke to his partner. The car was by no means in good condition. It was a hand-me-down twice over and had seen most of the roads of America. Still, Jeremiah did his best to maintain it. It was hard to find a good car with sufficient weapon storage for a hunter.

"I freakin' hate witches, man," He mumbled through his mouthful of food, glancing over to his partner in the passenger seat. Jeremiah was commenting in response to his partner's briefing at the job at hand. Several states over from where they were, a coven of witches were stirring up some trouble. Strange occurrences, a sudden disappearance or two, the usual markings of a coven that needed put back in their place. "They're always doing freaky shit with bones and blood and hair. Y'know wha' I mean?"

"It's like..." He paused to take a couple obnoxiously loud bites from his burger, smacking his lips together. He wasn't intentionally irritating the hell out of his buddy. He was just a little oblivious sometimes... Most of the time. The only sound rivaling Jeremiah in decibels was the rock music blasting out of the radio that he continued to remove his single hand from the wheel to steadily increase.

"It's like can't beer and burgers be magical too? No, it's always gotta be pig's blood or pickled baby brains or... or... You gonna eat that?" Jeremiah nodded towards the untouched burger in his pal's lap. His fellow hunter need not speak. The disapproving look Jeremiah received in response was answer enough. He lifted his hands defensively before his attention briefly returned to the road. As he thought of something else to say, he looked to his partner again.

"Anyway, my point is all we're doing is taking out the nasty ass symptoms. We gotta go straight for the virus, the big bad. These freaky little weirdos don't start wreaking havoc on their own. Someone tells them to do it, ya'know? I'm talking bigger than a coven. Bigger than the whole damn chur-- Seriously, dude? You're actually gonna eat that? 'Cause I'm starving."

Jeremiah swallowed the last of his own meal, crumpling the paper in his hand and tossing it out of the window. He watched the bright little wad bounce along the road and disappear to a tiny dot in his mirrors. A misty rain was beginning to settle over the road and the moonlight only made an appearance in rays bursting through dark clouds overhead.

"So, whadda you got on this one?"

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IdyllicDreamer · Aug 14, 2019

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It was only recently when she discovered that she had been adopted, which honestly hadn't been that heartbreaking. Her parents loved her, the Starlings, the people who had cared for her for as long as she could remember. Her birth parents? Dead, apparently they had died in an accident when she was a baby, an accident that should have killed her too, really. They had no identification, nothing to help find any family for her, people who might have known them, anything. So, she was adopted by the Starlings, and that was the entirety of that story.

Except for one little detail, the way she found out about it all. In a normal life, a normal situation, she could have simply mourned for the family she might have had, wondered about them, but adjusted and moved on over time. The Starling's never told her, not until she confronted them about it, not until she met the Coven. Karin had no way of knowing if it was her parents coven, or just the local coven for the town she grew up in. Growing up she had discovered early on that there were things she could do, that others could not. Things that weren't suppose to be real, things that she had to be careful with.

Eventually she found someone else who could do just those same things, someone who recognized what she was from the birthmark situated on the inside of her right wrist. Spotted the flicker of something else in her, something not quite human, something that lurked within the towns history. A witch, she was a witch. Which meant that either her parents were as well, or she was adopted.

From there everything had gone to hell, in a matter of speaking, in the span of a few months. At first it was all new, exciting, finally coming to understand a little bit more about some of her quirks. Up until she learned about the Dark Baptism, where she was expected to sign her name and self away, take on a new one in serves of the 'Dark Lord'. Maybe she could have handled that, maybe she could have embraced this life and found a way to make it work. That line of thinking shriveled up and died when the coven told her that she would have to leave her family, her fake family they had called them, and join the church as her true family. Leave behind her entire life, because Light and Night didn't mingle, as far as they said.

Ever since that point, that bombshell, she didn't know what to do. Life was spiraling out of control, falling apart, and she couldn't fathom how she would ever manage to fix it. It didn't feel as though 'no' would be an acceptable response, a part of her was growing frightened for the Starlings, who had only ever loved her wholeheartedly. They didn't deserve this. She didn't even feel as though she deserved this, but what was she to do?

Karin would come to discover that she wasn't the only witch who had concerns over the Dark Baptism, the only one who had considered rejecting it. She found a story of another, of a young woman who fled before hand rejecting the path. Unfortunately she couldn't find anything that said what actually happened to her, nor could she find a name. It was all dead ends, still she had to try. Perhaps conjuring something up, advice from beyond. It was dangerous, especially since she had virtually no idea what she was even doing, but she was desperate.

It was that night that she would set out into the forests, not willing to place her parents in danger through her, admittedly, reckless plan. Twine, sticks arranged into a doll, and a small candle would be what she used for this. It was a seeking spell, guidance more than anything, just something that would help her protect her family and keep her life. Wandering through the dark, cold, forest at this time, a shiver of fear trickled down her spine. Still she pressed onward, twine wrapping the doll before she would place it on the ground, the candle settled into the middle of the mass, melting wax seeping between it all.

That sudden gust chilled her, on what had otherwise been a still night, was that it, her sign? Staring hard at the doll for a few moment moments she followed it, the wind, deeper into the forest until she came upon something new. Something she had never seen here before, had she passed through this part of the forest in the past? It was hard to tell. Taking a shaky breath Karin stared at the house, fingers clenching sweaty palms before she made her way closer to the door, and knocked upon it. Praying to whatever might have been listening, that this was the sign she had been hoping for.
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It had been a long day, too long as far as he was concerned. His leg shaking slightly as he lightly bounced it against the bottom of the car, anxious, he hated being stuck in these things all day. Unable to stretch his legs, move around freely, as convenient and helpful as they could be... he hated the long drives. This one in particular happened to be a lot longer than he would have liked, heading out to the small town where something was apparently stirring. Idly tapping his fingers against the burger that sat unopened in his lap, contemplating peeling it open and actually eating, after giving the 'mission statement'. At least he didn't get car sick.

The words from his partner tugged him from his thoughts, green eyes flickering over toe Jeremiah, before they ended up rolling with a huff of a sigh. A small shake of his head, caught somewhere between amused and exasperated. "Of course you hate witches, we all hate witches." Finally starting at the wrapper on his hamburger after that retort, only to pause in the midst of it as his partner continued on why he hated witches. Damir just slowly looked back over at him, disbelief on his face for a few moments as he just went right ahead smacking his lips in practically the same sentence as pickled baby brains of all things.

Instead of responding to his question, honestly unsure if he was even going to eat the hamburger now, Damir just pinched the bridge of his nose with a quiet sigh. It wasn't as though this was entirely unusual for the two of them, and the action was immediately followed with him reaching over to turn the radio back down, again, a few notches. "Fine, have the damned burger, I'm not hungry anymore." He was even nice enough to unwrap half of it and hold it out to Jeremiah, one of them had to be the nice guy sometimes.

"There have been a few peculiar private purchases, nothing too odd to regular people. A baby goat, for starters, by a couple of people who looked a little ritzy, not the types to be butchering their own meat." Which usually meant they were gearing up for some kind of event, a ritual, or something. A fresh sacrifice. What for he really couldn't say, but it was clear signs to the coven being on the move for something. "I'm expecting the next coming full moon is going to be the night, so we don't have long to figure it out." At least not if they wanted to before the event.

"From what I can tell the coven has been in this town since back when it was first founded, they've had some witch events in the past, hangings, burnings, drownings, and the likes. It's been quiet since the common people forgot witches were a thing, so I don't think whatever they're doing is going to damn the whole town..." Speculation of course, it was hard to tell how long it would truly take a witch to enact their revenge. "I think we should find one of the locals to show us around their forests, get a feel for the local stories and look into which ones have merit and which ones are meant to scare the kids." Towns like these always had a cluttered mix of the two.

"And you should really let me do the talking when we get there." Damir was a special case, one of the few people who had learned to tolerate, and even get along with, Jeremiah sometimes. The jobs went so much easier when the townsfolk liked them.
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RealisticFantasy · Aug 14, 2019

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MOIRA

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Another deep breath. Moira's mind drifted to just who exactly might be waiting for her on the other side of that door. Which one of the characters of her nightmares would be the one to do her in? No, they wouldn't do it. Not here, not now. They would simply have to make a spectacle of it. How else were they supposed to keep the rest of the herd in line? Azazel let out a small questioning mroww? as he brushed against Moira's leg, bringing her back into the reality of the moment.

"Yes, Azzie. I just... Little distracted," She chuckled sheepishly before inhaling again to compose herself. She was going to do this the only way she knew how - with dignity. Finally, she brought herself to do it, to turn the handle and open the door.

"I've been expecting--" Moira started nonchalantly as the door slowly swung open. The words caught in her throat, however, as her gaze settled on the visitor standing on her front doorstep. Her confusion was surely visible in her expression as she scanned the entirely empty space behind her, looking for some form of accompaniment. This girl... Well, that was just it. She was just a girl. A witch, granted, that much Moira could tell just from the sight of her. But beyond that? It was absolutely baffling.

"Who--? How--? Why--?" Moira couldn't seem to find the end to any question she begin as another, more pertinent one seemed to come to mind each time. As Moira stared down her new guest, Azazel circled around her before taking a seat next to Moira with a contented meow. As if suddenly put back into motion, her gaze dropped to the calico cat with disapproving look.

"Oh, well, great detective work, Azzie," She exclaimed sarcastically, turning to start back down the hallway of her home. The imminent threat was gone, to be sure, but Moira's bewilderment was still present. "I was very concerned that this young girl who utilized an amateur seeking spell to get here might indeed be the High Priest."

Azazel trotted behind Moira, clearly objecting to her having left the visitor unattended. Moira just shook her head, closing the front door with a hand gesture as the girl stepped inside. Her strides were long and purposeful as Azazel kept pace, chattering all the while.

"Where am I...? What are you doing? A guest, Azzie. You know? Refreshments? Preparations? You're the one who is supposed--" As Moira chided her familiar, he ran off to rejoin the stranger in the foyer of the home as if he had suddenly remembered something. Moira turned, throwing her hands up in exasperation with a scoff.

"Oh, right. Right. I suppose you just forgot then!" Moira called after him before grumbling mocking comments under her breath. Stepping into the kitchen, she was suddenly painfully aware of how ill-prepared she was for a guest. Moira pulled a spare teacup from her cupboards, looking at it disapprovingly before dusting it off.

Huffing at the clutter scattered across her kitchen table, she turned to the sink. She flicked on the water and called out to her guest, "Green or black?"

There was a moment of silence. Moira decided the only reason there was hesitation in response was that her question lacked clarity.

"Tea?" She added, waiting for the girl to answer as she filled the teacup.

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"Whaddaya mean? I am great at talking. People love me," Jeremiah objected, snatching the open burger from Damir's grasp. "The girl at the burger place liked me so much, she gave us extra fries."

Jeremiah took a large bite out of the burger as he yanked the wheel to the right to take a particularly precarious turn. He didn't even bother glancing over to Damir for his reaction. Sure, the back roads were a windy, 'scenic' route but he could hit some record speeds on them. Besides, Damir wanted to get there sooner rather than later, didn't he?

"Stop whining," Jeremiah mumbled through yet another mouthful, reaching to turn the music up again. Doing so caused the car to nearly miss another sudden and sharp turn, careening along the edge of the road and kicking up gravel as it drifted ever so slightly off the asphalt before Jeremiah could clutch the wheel again and push it through a near full rotation. The car swerved back and forth several times before straightening out.

"See? Perfectly fine," Jeremiah remarked, bearing down on the gas pedal again as he returned his attention to both his burger and his music. He was shouting now to be heard over the music, but it hardly bothered him. Louder was better. Hell, let those creepy crawlies know they were on their asses. Even better. Let them know that Jay Bates wasn't one to fuck with.

"So what? This is one of those tourist-y bullshit witch trial towns? I'm not paying some pizza-faced teen to sit around a campfire and tell us ghost stories. I say, we go in and mow 'em down. In and out. Nobody even knows we were there. Get the name from whoever sold them the goat, walk right up to their door, and clean house."

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IdyllicDreamer · Aug 14, 2019

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[div class=ColorText]"I-"[/div] Karin stopped herself, cut off when the other female spoke to the cat, as if the meow had more meaning than that, as if a proper question. Only a witch could understand her familiar. The theory that she was another one grew stronger at that moment, though it stopped being a theory when she mentioned the High Priest and a seeking spell. That... pretty well proved it, either she was a witch or a madwoman who was extremely lucky in her words.

She almost spoke again at that point, to try and explain herself, something, anything, when the other simply walked inside. Confusion painted over her face as she tried to figure out what was even happening here, hesitant steps leading her into the place as the other witch seemed to simply be speaking to her familiar. If nothing else it was extremely clear that the two were close, accustomed to one another. The one side of the banter that she could understand making that obvious. They had spent a great deal of time together, it seemed. How great? The other didn't appear that old...

[div class=ColorText]"I-"[/div] Again she stopped, paused at the question, rolling it over in her mind as she tried to figure out black or green, what? It was entirely out of the blue, though she soon felt a little silly with the added detail. Tea made sense, and she almost felt a little silly for not realizing that before. Then again, why should she, it wasn't as though she could have known tea was the topic, being in another room...

[div class=ColorText]"Black, please."[/div] The most amount of words she had actually managed to speak to the other witch, nerves continuing to grip at her as she tried to figure out what she should even be saying right now. This was where she was suppose to be though, right?

[div class=ColorText]"I'm, my name is... Karin, uhm... I was hoping you could help me..."[/div] She hated how nervous she sounded right now, would it help her case any? Maybe the tea would help calm her down, jasmine was her favorite though she wasn't sure now would be the time to mention that particular detail. [div class=ColorText]"Are you in hiding out here...? From the coven, that is."[/div]

It was by that point that she would have started moving to where she assumed the kitchen was, glancing towards the cat, Azzie?, as she did so. It felt rude to be speaking across the house to her, and where better to enjoy tea..?
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"More like she was so invested in getting rid of us, because of you that she gave us extra fries to hurry up." Damir shot back, moments before his fingers ended up digging into the handle of the passenger side door. Body tense a his maniac of a partner decided to practically overturn the damned car with that little stunt. If it weren't for the importance of their work, and the fact that Damir hated driving anyways, he probably never would have even entered a vehicle with Jeremiah behind the wheel.

"Whoever decided you were street legal needs to be shot." The complaint slipped out, and seemingly fell on deaf ears with the response he received. A glare was soon to follow, especially when he seemed to think the radio being ungodly loud was worth more than their lives. "Would you stop that with the radio? One of us at least likes to hear ourselves think you know." Which was soon followed by him turning it down, just a bit, once more. The battle of the volume was a never ending cycle really.

Some people would probably assume that the duo hated one another, from how they acted, their different takes on their jobs, and the conflicting views on... Quite a few things actually. Irritating as Damir could find it all though, a lot of it felt easy. An easy rhythm that created a pleasant certainty in a life full of the unknown, danger. It was nice to enjoy some of the more simple things in life, such as bickering a little with a friend, or fighting over how loud the music was.

"Come on, Jay, you know that's borderline suicidal. Running in guns blazing against one of the houses is just going to tip off the rest of the coven." Word of that would spread pretty quickly in a small town like this, the element of surprise was one of their most important tools as hunters here, when fighting against a foe with as much power as the witches could have. "We're crazy, not stupid." A person had to be a little off in the head to dedicate their lives to fighting supernatural beings.

"I mean, unless you want the witches to kill us and continue doing whatever the hell they're up to." Sarcasm was one of his best friends.
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Black, it was then. Moira dropped a pinch of black tea leaves into the cup and collected the matching saucer. As she strode back down the hall to the foyer, she mumbled an incantation over the cup to bring the water to a boil. Her attention remained on the cup, watching it carefully, until she rejoined the pair. Lifting her gaze back up to Karin, her brows furrowed together in a disapproving look. She dropped her gaze to Azazel who responded with a questioning meow.

"You didn't give her a tour? You just let her stand here?" Moira lifted a hand and shook her head as Azazel began to respond.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. Go on then. Run off. You're useless anyway." Azazel turned with a particularly sassy swish of his tail before darting off deeper into the house. As he made his retreat, Moira looked after him and stuck her tongue out in his direction. She let out a soft exasperated sigh followed by a short chuckle as she looked once again to Karin.

"Never mind Azazel. He never was a socialite," Moira murmured, somewhat wistfully before jumping back into her chipper mood. She nodded toward an adjoining room, indicating that Karin should follow. When she was in her element, Moira had a certain grace about it - almost as if she floated rather than walked from room to room. As she and Karin entered the parlor room, Moira set Karin's still-steaming cup of tea on its saucer on a side table. The room, like much of the house, had a museum-esque quality to it. The furniture was clearly for day's gone by, though it maintained pristine condition. This was, of course, because most of it had still minimal use since Moira established herself as caretaker.

"Hiding out?" Moira repeated mindlessly, glancing out one of the front windows into the garden as if she might have been expecting somebody. "Yes, I suppose so. Though I would describe it with a little less cowardice, perhaps."

Turning back to her guest, she offered a small smile. The poor girl was practically vibrating she was so nervous. Moira snapped and the fireplace in the room lit up with flames. She attempted to stand in a way that felt 'host-ly' but eventually decided it was a fruitless endeavor and took a seat across from Karin.

"Karin, you said your name was? Interesting. Is that your birth name? I've never known witches to commend their children on their purity."

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"We take them all out. One night. Come on. A coven in a town like this? It's gotta be no more than thirteen people. We skip town, change our plates, and we're home in time for dinner. Mmm, whaddaya want for dinner?" Jeremiah questioned, practically inhaling the rest of Damir's burger before crumpling and tossing the wrapper like the previous one. Glancing over to Damir only elicited another immensely dissatisfied glare to which Jeremiah responded with his own mocking expression.

"You gotta loosen up, dude. You're so tightly wound, I'm surprised springs aren't poppin' out of ya. Tell ya what? Drinks are on me tonight. Oh, yeah. We're gonna roll into town tonight, go to a bar, and get our drank on. Woooo," Jeremiah leaned out the window to shout as he wildly turned another corner and turned the music up to full volume in one fluid motion. Settling back into his seat, Jeremiah was very disappointed to hear Damir be a buzzkill... Yet again.

"C'mon, dude. What better way to find locals than in a local bar? I'm just sayin' maybe the locals are some local hot chicks and they tell us about a local motel that just so happens to have some local witches? And, we can't pass on intel like that. You know we gotta check it out. They come with us, be our tour guides..." Jeremiah's lolled to the side to get a glimpse of his partner. A massive shit-eating grin was plastered across his face, continuing to grow wider as he continued his not subtle and not accurate analogy. Damir's immediate dismissal of the idea caused Jay's smile to immediately disappear. His gaze snapped forward, locked onto the road ahead.

"You're no fun, man. No wonder the girls like me way more than you," Jeremiah mumbled as he, for the first time in the last several hours, placed both hands on the wheel. As much shit as he gave Damir on a daily basis, Jeremiah genuinely liked the guy. They had been through a lot of near-death experiences together, mainly at the hand of Jeremiah's lack of impulse control. Still, it had to be said that sometimes Damir was boring as hell.

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IdyllicDreamer · Aug 15, 2019

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[div class=ColorText]"Oh, I, well... I meant no offense, I don't think that's cowardly at all."[/div] Actually she thought it was rather brave, finding the strength to turn her back on the only life she must have known simply because she didn't wished to be forced into something. At least that was how Karin had viewed everything she had read, which was admittedly not much. Much of it painted her in a rather negative light, given that it was written by those who were angered by her departure.

[div class=ColorText]"I..."[/div] Pausing, looking over towards the fireplace, the sudden light and warmth from it. A small smile would form on her face, some of the nervousness melting away. Magic was beautiful in its ways, as well as terrible in others. The serenity to certain things, the aspects of it that she loved which made rejecting the coven terrifying. Would she have been forced to give it up should she choose to simply remain with her family?

[div class=ColorText]"My parents weren't witches actually. Or, I guess they were witches, my witch parents died and I was adopted by the Starlings who are mortals."[/div] It actually wasn't as hard to say as she originally thought it might have been, speaking of her dead parents casually. Should she have felt otherwise over people she had never really known? Karin mourned the idea of them, but outside of that there was little substance to grasp onto over them. Curiosity over who they might have been, over anything else.

[div class=ColorText]"I'm not sure what my actual birth name might have been though. But, that's not why I came here tonight..."[/div] Pausing, getting her thoughts together a little more. The atmosphere was so relaxed, safe, it eased her in making her feel a little better. Some of the nerves trickling away, though still not entirely faded. [div class=ColorText]"I recently met and learned of the local Coven, the church... I, I was excited at first, meeting other people who could do the kinds of things I could, and so much more. But this, just... My Dark Baptism is coming up, and they told me I would have to leave my family behind, sign everything away..."[/div]

[div class=ColorText]"I'm not sure if I can even say no, sometimes it feels like they would never accept that. I'm afraid for the Starlings, the only thing they did was unwittingly adopt a witch, and loved me completely. They don't deserve whatever might happen."[/div] There wasn't a single person she had been able to share this with, no one from the coven she had come to trust enough to let out her thoughts as such. She was afraid to tell the Starlings of what she was, about the coven, wanting to protect them from it all.

Letting it out as she was felt good in a way, yet terrifying in another. Her voice would have cracked just the slightest, trying to keep it all together. Yet weeks of concerns, fears, nightmares boiled together into one moment, pushing into the crack she had just made on her emotional dam right now. Threatening to burst through, much as she tried to hold them back.
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Sometimes, just sometimes, Jeremiah was a little too much. It was in those moments that Damir would have liked nothing more than to push his head through the open car window, and see whatever might have knocked the damned thing off first. If nothing else seen what might have knocked some sense into him. How he had ever passed far enough in to become a full hunter given how short sighted, and reckless, he could be. If nothing else he was usually at least willing to follow along with a plan, after Damir had managed to get him to listen to the whole thing.

"Until we manage to find the church we're not likely to find them all congregated in the same location, so taking them all out in a single night... Might take a little more effort than that." He wanted the both of them to survive more than anything, most of his plans were designed to be as 'idiot proof' as he could possibly make them. Contingencies to plan ahead for his partners... exuberance. While Damir would never admit it, not in a million years, a few of his plans also focused around making sure Jeremiah would at least survive. His partner's life meant a great deal to him, contrary to his previous beheading thoughts.

Then again the thought of putting him through the window came back as he opened his mouth once more, as he talked about immediately getting drunk on the job. Damir wasn't violent in the slightest, certainly not in his thoughts. "Some of us like to be professional, you know." There was a somewhat broken sigh at that point, grumbled out words. Jeremiah just didn't give up though, and his next plan actually brought about an incredulous expression to meet that shit-eating grin.

"You do realize how many holes that plan has in it right? Besides you're not getting me anywhere near a motel while you're drunk, Bates." The dismissal, his answer, came swiftly, even as he slipped a joke in with it. His mind rolling over the idea, as if witches would ever stay in some motel. It was far more likely that they would hypnotize, enthrall, a family to stay at a comfortable abode rather than a dirty motel of all things.

"Then again..." Thoughts continuing to run, thinking over some of the insanity that Jeremiah had spouted, his mind turned it over in a new way. "Alright we can go to the bar, don't drink too much, please never use the phrase 'Drank on' again... And I want you to hustle one of the locals." It was a bit of a crazy plan that was forming, pissing off some of the locals in particular would be a tricky part to it all. Especially given Damir usually wanted to avoid drawing attention to themselves.
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RealisticFantasy · Aug 15, 2019

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Moira’s chipper mood faltered as the young witch elaborated on her situation. She should have known that was the purpose her journey, the only reason something would have brought her here. Moira smiled sympathetically as she girl spoke. She knew what Karin wanted right now. She remembered that feeling so vividly, a desire so strong just to hear the words it’s going to be alright. A heavy silence fell over the room. Moira shifted her weight uncomfortably.

“It’s a very selfish desire. You know,” She said very seriously after a long moment. Moira swallowed thickly, letting the words hang in the air as she gauged Karin’s reaction. She wanted so desperately to be the comforting voice, the guiding hand. She really did want to give Karin what she wanted. But, that wouldn’t be what she needed.

“It’s a… Stupid desire. It is lonely. It is…. Absolutely terrifying,” Each remark came from a deep emotional well within Moira, one that she had hoped never to dip into again. Her own voice wavered ever so slightly as she spoke and she sat with an unnatural stillness as she used the entirety of her focus maintain composure.

“Karin, I left everything behind. Everyone. There were people that hindered me on my journey. There were… some that helped. I don’t know what became of any of them. I live in constant fear. I have no one. Azazel keeps me company… But it’s not the same. No friends, no…lovers, no children. Never.”

Moira inhaled sharply, boosting herself to her feet. The fire snuffed itself out and the warm glow gave way to a cool moonlight. The shadows in the room were harsh, creating the ghosts of familiar shapes. The silence was almost stifling. How many times had Moira passed an empty room and dreamed of some semblance of a normal life?

“You can earn your family’s security in exchange for eternal servitude… Or you can grant yourself your freedom by living in a never-ending hell. The only thing you can do is decide which is a lesser of two evils.”

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Jeremiah could only scoff and roll his eyes as Damir made his obligatory joke. Granted, he walked right into that one. Leave it Damir to go for the low-hanging fruit. However, Jeremiah’s spirits were lifted as Damir granted permission for a night of drinking. Of course, Jeremiah elected to ignore the rest of what Damir said. It was usually unimportant anyway. Most things could be resolved in the moment.

“I’m gonna get my drank on,” Jeremiah mumbled under his breath with a crooked smile as he floored it again.

It wasn't long before Jeremiah swiftly pulled into the first dive bar he happened across in town. In fact, it was far sooner than it should have been by all legal limits, but who was really keeping track anyway? For the remainder of the ride, Damir had continued to elaborate on his genius plan. Jeremiah had only focused on two words: bar and drinks. The rest he had expertly tuned out. Jay had grown accustomed to Damir's yammering and developed a convincing series of head nods and 'mhm's. In situations like this, he played a game wherein he steadily increased the volume of the music until Damir turned it down. He had a high score to beat after all.

Jeremiah had barely put the car into parking before her popped the keys out of the ignition and hopped out. His priorities were bathroom, beer, and babes. In that order. Stretching his arms and legs, he briefly considered attempting to lock Damir in the car. Ultimately, he decided against it because he wouldn't have been surprised if Drama Queen Damir busted a window to make his great escape.

"Plan is a go," Jeremiah remarked with a grin and a mock salute to Damir as he climbed out of the car. With no hesitation, Jeremiah started into the bar. He had to be at least a few steps ahead of Damir. He couldn't let him get dibs. Jeremiah was thoroughly disappointed to find the bar sparsely populated. A scan around the room provided only one or two viable targets. He grumbled in disappointment before heading toward the back of the bar to fulfill priority numero uno.

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Karin needed to set the teacup down soon enough, when she was worried she might have been squeezing it too tightly. Her body tense once more, the words settling into her. A curious thought, wondering just how long the other witch had lived like this. Alone, without anyone else save her familiar, possibly trapped in the only place she could actually feel safe after it all. Why, why was the world so harsh to those who simply wanted something different?

It would be those final words, the ultimatum that it left behind, the same one that she had been struggling with, that sealed the deal. Breath a little shaky for a moment as a few tears slipped out, not quite looking at the other witch by this point. She couldn't not exactly, not yet. For it was those final words that nailed the head into the coffin, that wording so important. There was nothing more important to her than her family, those she loved. If the only way to see them safe was to sign her life away, then that's exactly what she was going to do.

[div class=ColorText]"I... guess it's the winds of change that brought me here then. From today onward you've got a friend in me."[/div] There wasn't much more to be said, done, about any of it. No matter what she would have to leave everything behind, no matter what her life would irreparably change. All she hoped for now was that maybe, just maybe, a glimmer of light in it all was the potential for a new friend. Someone who wasn't just part of the coven, someone drawing her in and away from everything.

So instead of wallowing in that she wanted to try and cling to something pleasant in this, a small, arguably broken, smile would grow a little as she looked to the other witch. Seeking some positive, Moira seemed nice after all... A lesser person could have very well told her something cryptic, or whatever she wanted to hear. Instead it was the truth, the raw truth that she was so afraid of.
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At times Damir couldn't even say why he bothered anymore when he knew full well that Jeremiah wasn't listening to half of the things he was saying, if he was even listening to that much of it. Perhaps he just enjoyed a good monologue, giving his plan substance by speaking it aloud, or maybe he just liked listening to the sound of his own voice... If only he could hear it over the damned radio. The constant struggle over how loud it should have been, how much thinking Damir could easily pull off. Honestly, by this point he was sure that Jeremiah only bothered turning it back up just to see how long it would take for him to turn it back down. One of these days he was just going to hide the knob from him.

"Alright r-" Jeremiah was out of the car before Damir could even finish his second word, a low grumble escaping him at that point as he undid his own seat belt. Already having a feeling that he was going to have to execute his entire plan on his own. The little comment from Jeremiah as Damir finally climbed out would result in a small glare, wondering if he even knew what the plan was beyond getting a drink. The hunter would have been shocked if his partner even cared about the plan right now.

"Whatever, just get the party out of your system tonight." Contingencies, every plan needed one as far as he was concerned. Most of his were built on them given the unpredictable nature of his partner, how easily all hell could settle over a situation just because someone decided something needed to go a certain way... A certain way that was almost always against the plan. It was almost like he didn't actually have a partner half the time, but a live grenade that he always brought with him, without a pin.

If nothing else there didn't seem to be a great deal to pick from in this place, most must have gone home given the hour... With only a few still here at this hour. The first place Damir ended up going was straight over to the bar, sitting near one of the patrons, ordering both himself and Jeremiah a couple of drinks, before simply trying to assess the situation here. Most were probably going to be practically useless by this point, unless the town drunk happened to be a fountain of knowledge as rarely happened. Supernatural events sometimes lead to alcoholism, but the alcohol also tended to dull the memory, making them almost useless.
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RealisticFantasy · Aug 16, 2019

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Karin's words struck Moira like a frosty arrow to the heart. Yes, it was the winds of change and here Moira was, all too quick to turn the girl away just to return to her status quo. Moira wanted change. She had prayed for change. Now, it had been dropped on her front doorstep and she was about to sweep it away. She had to remind herself that prayers were not always answered in the way one imagined them to be.

"No need for tears, Karin," Moira stepped toward the young witch before halting herself, hugging her arms to her chests with clenched fists as she hesitated. She wasn't all too familiar with the proper means of consoling another. It was a rare occasion that Moira had been on the receiving end of consolation in her younger years. Her family instead would insist that the outside world was far crueler than they were.

"We have both been dealt an unfair hand. Perhaps it is time for change. Perhaps it's time... we start trying to stack the deck in our favor?" Moira offered with some uncertainty. She wasn't entirely sure what exactly she was proposing. All she knew was that sending Karin back with the intention of signing her name in the Book of the Beast was admitting defeat. She had been indifferent - no, complicit - for too long. That was the selfish choice - to hide away from the rest of the world, to steal away with freedom only for herself.

"Come," Moira commanded with an outstretched hand. "It's time that I right some wrongs."

This had never been what she wanted. She had settled for this and her indifference perpetuated the cycle of suffering. Meeting Karin brought some reality to that. Moira would lament her loneliness, her own turmoil but how could that compare to Karin's, to how many countless others? If she stayed here, the Coven would claim another soul. They would win again. No. No more. It was time Moira started raising a little hell of her own.

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Jeremiah's trip to the bathroom was brief and uneventful as they usually were, which lead to him quickly rejoining his partner. Damir opened his mouth and Jeremiah only motioned for him to wait a moment. Taking one of the drinks off Damir's hand, Jeremiah helped himself to a large gulp. He opened his mouth to speak with a sharp inhale before promptly shutting it, gesturing for Damir to wait again, and inhaling another large sip. He let out a deep sigh, dropping his shoulders.

"Alright. Plan?" Jeremiah inquired with a cocky half smile. Damir was easier to stand as his blood alcohol level rose. And, despite how Damir might feel, Jeremiah wasn't all play and no work. He did have a mission after all. He just sometimes achieved it through... unconventional means.

Jeremiah scanned the bar again as Damir spoke, hoping to find some faces he had missed on his first look. Babes or business, whichever came first. And there just so happened to be a pretty little blonde looking in his direction. He offered a smile and a small wave, which immediately earned him a scolding from Damir.

"I'm listening. I'm listening. I can multitask, you know," Jeremiah grumbled, swallowing another gulp of his drink. He glanced to Damir before looking down at his drink again and shaking his head. "Seriously, dude, all jokes aside: You need to take it easy. That stress'll kill ya if something else doesn't get to you first."

Damir had to be the only person on the planet that would object to any advice that might suggest any notion of fun. Jeremiah chuckled disbelievingly before he downed the rest of his drink as Damir carried on. He turned to his partner and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on. Just for a hour or two, let's just be a couple of normal dudes," Jeremiah offered with sincerity. Damir was never the type to admitting to wishing the circumstances were different. It was exhausting to risk your ass in a thankless job with no pay day in and day out. The only gratitude they got was what they gave to themselves. Damir and Jeremiah both have to remind each other that they were only human, though for different reasons. Tonight was Jay's turn to take care of Damir.

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IdyllicDreamer · Aug 16, 2019

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This, change, the fight, stacking the deck? She felt that same trickle of hope start to fill her in that moment that she had felt when she first saw Moira. The feeling that something might be different, that anything could have happened differently. Now, anything was happening, and there was a little thrill that raced through her knowing that she could be a part of that change, something for the future.

That simple fact meant so much to her, more than she could easily say. Which was why she said nothing, initially, instead she would take Moira's hand to rise up from the chair. Almost immediately after she was upright, however, the ravenette would pull the other witch into a tight, warm, hug. Excitement, glee, gratitude, and so much more melded together in that hug, things she wanted to show in a way she couldn't think to say.

[div class=ColorText]"Thank you."[/div] What else could she even say? Everything was still so uncertain, they were just two women up against so much, but the hope of something else meant more to Karin than anything.

[div class=ColorText]"I, I really want to help, in whatever way I can, I'm not... I don't know a lot, about all of this. I've learned a few things from some scattered books but I haven't been able to touch anything too concrete, that was suppose to come after my dark baptism..."[/div] What could she do though?
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As he noticed Jeremiah coming from the bathroom Damir would hold one of the beers in his general direction, about to tell him not to worry about buying the drinks, as he had offered earlier. Only to be shut down as his partner apparently needed to drink before finding that out, well, his loss then. Jeremiah was the one who offered to buy the drinks earlier. By the time his partner was on his second 'sip' Damir was just shaking his head slowly, which ended with a glare being directed when he finally spoke.

"I told you the plan, just as I," well, he actually couldn't say he always told him the plan, since there were a few times he kept most if not all of the plan on the down low. Sometimes it was just easier to keep Jeremiah out of some of the loops. "Just as I, are you even listening?"

"My stress levels are within an average range, which means they are perfectly fine." He stated, as though he actually had his stress tested regularly to make sure it was fine. Which... was probably something he did, having blood samples checked for his stress levels. Working with a loose canon tended to do that sometimes.

There came another sigh though, after his partner finished his drink, the hand, his words. He was trying to be nice, Damir knew he was, but he also knew how hard it was for Damir to simply relax out in the open like this. Once you knew what lurked around in the dark, it was so much harder to simply take life in stride. He didn't know how Jeremiah did it, how he managed to seem so relaxed so often.

Turning slightly in his seat Damir would just glance around the bar once more, taking stock of the people present. The small sample wouldn't do for what he was considering that night, so perhaps...

"Two drinks, and a game of pool, I'll give you that much tonight." By that, of course, Damir meant what he would do. One drink more than his usually stopping point, and an actual game instead of watching it all from the sidelines. "And if you have more than four I'm not getting in the car with you." In all honestly Damir probably would have found a way to steal his keys by that point.
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RealisticFantasy · Aug 16, 2019

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Moira froze at the sudden contact. Every muscle in her body stiffened and all she could do for a moment was blink stupidly. After the shock subsided, she managed to lift a hand to pat Karin on the back as reassuringly as she could manage. The warmth, the humility, the gratitude – it was all uncomfortably foreign. Moira had forgotten how much she disliked the sensation of not being in full control of the situation.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Karin,” Moira reassured her, placing her hands on Karin’s shoulders as she expressed how inexperienced she was. That hardly mattered. The Church of Night would put a naïve young witch under the impression that they were powerless until they handed themselves over to the Dark Lord. It was pretenses like that that kept them submissive. It took some patience and dedication, but it was possible to find power within oneself.

“Let’s start by getting you home, shall we?” Moira offered a smile as she sauntered out of the room to collect a light jacket. She had no intention of letting Karin know of her own fear and ignorance. She had no concept of just how long she how isolated herself. Surely, things couldn’t have changed that much?

“Azzie?” Moira shouted as she put on her jacket. “I’m going out.”

There was an almost immediate crash as something fell and certainly broke. Azazel came skittering into the room, nearly sliding into the wall as he took a corner far too quickly.

“No, no. no,” Moira objected, shaking her head. “This is my calling, not yours. I looked at your leaves. Besides, someone has to stay and keep up the wards.”

Azazel hopped up onto the arm of chair and meowed loudly. Moira turned away from him with a huff in response. Azazel promptly hopped back onto the floor and walked in front of Moira. The pair carried on from a moment as Moira continued to refuse to look at him and he retaliated by stepping under her feet and continuously meowing.

Finally, Moira stopped turning and threw up her hands in frustration, “You know I’m not one to question the Fates. Don’t make this harder for me, Az! I’m serious about this.”

There was a long moment where the pair just stared at each other. Finally, Azazel flicked his tail before walking off into the house again, seemingly conceding though certainly not happy about it.

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“I’ll only have two if you have four,” Jeremiah teased, poking Damir in the ribs with his elbow. The guy really did worry far too much. Sure, it was hard to forget that the creepy crawlies were literally around every corner but fixating on it was no help to anyone. They’d get in and do their job so what did it matters where their minds were at in the meantime? Jeremiah’s rolled his eyes as Damir’s sour response.

“Loosen. Up,” Jeremiah emphasized, pushing one of the drink Damir held toward his buddy. With a little alcohol, Damir could become tolerable. Hell, he could even be a little fun. Eventually, Jeremiah would find a way to break him in and loosen him up. It was a like a domino effect if Jeremiah could get him past his wall of ‘one drink only.’

“Seriously, the world isn’t going to end tonight. Let it be someone else’s problem for a few hours, bud,” Jeremiah’s hand found Damir’s shoulder again and he offered a reassuring squeeze. After another sip and a moment of thought, Jeremiah remarked, “I’m gonna find someone for you tonight.”

Though Damir certainly wouldn’t see it as such, that was one of Jeremiah’s deepest expressions of care. Glancing around the bar again didn’t exactly prove many viable subjects. Still, Jeremiah quickly hushed Damir’s objections, adding with pride, “It’ll be someone you like.”

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IdyllicDreamer · Aug 18, 2019

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[div class=ColorText]"Oh! We should be careful then, not to be caught."[/div] By the other witches that is, or the stray warlocks. It would have likely been bad if they were caught out, giving Moira away, letting them in on some plan they might have had well before it was properly prepared. Apprehension raced through her at the thought, of it all crumbling apart, but this was better than not at all. Besides, Karin wasn't entirely sure how to make it back out of this section of the forest after having simply followed the wind.

The exchange that she was then witness to, between witch and familiar, was almost fascinating to her. The bond that had been built up over years of having just one another, the concern, the care, obviously evident from the cat almost made her teary eyed again. In the same way she almost always cried while watching a movie, where long time friends were having it on the outs and one had to leave the other. Which was almost always in the rain, to make it more impactful. It worked, for her anyways.

[div class=ColorText]"Could you... show me how to obtain a familiar..? The Church said I would be given one after the Baptism but, well..."[/div] When a great portion of the goal was to stop Dark Baptisms it was unlikely that she would be getting that familiar they mentioned. Besides, would she have been able to have as organic a relationship with one supplied by someone else? Rather than one that found her, that she found..? Would it be the same?

There were so many questions she had, with so few answers to fill them in.
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"Three and three, that's my final offer." Damir almost immediately countered, granted he probably could have held four drinks... but then where was the fun in giving in so easily to Jeremiah's ploy here? Conceding now meant he was laying far too much groundwork for Jeremiah to slip in crazy ideas in the future, which obviously had to be nipped in the bud before they could bloom.

Once upon a time Damir had been far more at ease, relaxed, able to enjoy more of the world with eyes far more innocent. The first few 'real' missions had been the hardest on him, though he had never 'cracked' so to speak. They had been the defining point in seeing how important their job could truly be. Those they had managed to save here and there, the trail of tainted blood left behind him. He took each aspect of that seriously, every single drop of it all. Which was why he preferred to be alert when he could be, preferred to recognize any dangers that might spot them.

"You'll do what now?" He surely hadn't heard Jeremiah right, setting his mostly-empty mug down the hunter looked towards his partner. "I'm perfectly capable of finding my own women when I chose to." Damir was just usually a bit more discrete about it than most, even when it came to his partner.

"You can't honestly think you're the more popular one with the ladies, don't forget I lost my virginity well before you did." A faint roll of his eyes came at the whole idea of this nonsense, as if Jeremiah would have so easily been able to tell his tastes. Besides he tended to avoid women he would have liked. Their job didn't necessarily leave a lot of room for romance in its proper form.

"And that woman a few months ago, the one who danced around in the giant margarita with those red pumps that you nailed? A few nights later I heard straight from her I'm the more talented one between us~" With Damir's expression right there it would be hard to tell if he was telling the truth or not.
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RealisticFantasy · Aug 18, 2019

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Moira slipped on her jacket with a light chuckle as Karin inquired about a familiar. The Church made everything sound so methodical, so cynical. ‘Ah, here is the catalog from which you pick your lifelong companion. Now, now. Don’t think too hard about it.’ Moira could hardly believe that those delusions once sounded so natural to her.

“Karin, you simply have to put out the call and someone will answer,” Moira answered simply before flashing a quick smile and striding how her front door. Her steps were determined and quick through the front yard, walking a path they had walked a thousand times over. Reaching the threshold, however, brought her to a dead stop.

The perimeter of her yard was lined with a black wrought iron fence. The matching gate perpetually sat open to any kind soul who happened across her property. In all her years of living here, there never had been one. Save for Karin. It was here that Moira hesitated.

It wasn’t for fear. No, she had enough of that to last a lifetime. It was a moment of reflection, to look inside herself and see if this was what she truly desired. No, that was also inaccurate. She knew her desires had little to do with this moment. It was time to answer to her calling. This was the point of no return. She wanted to enter into it with a true heart.

“Clear your mind, Karin,” Moira murmured as she shut her eyes. The young witch was certainly not far behind and likely wondering if Moira was second-guessing her promise of involvement. “Listen to Them. Before you step forward, you need to make sure you are able to answer your calling.”

Moira opened an eye and looked over to Karin. After a moment, she said, “Don’t feel you have to do anything. They’re only speaking of an opportunity, unique to you. It’s not a requirement, no matter what They say. I want you to know that if you say yes now, there is no turning back. This is the only moment where you have a choice.”

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Jeremiah rolled his eyes as Damir boasted about his sexual prowess. He was in the midst of another rather large gulp when Damir spoke of a past, and apparently mutual, conquest. The unexpected remark caused Jeremiah to literally choke on his drink. After a few moments of coughing and slamming on his own chest, Jeremiah let out a breathy chuckle.

“If you take pride in sloppy seconds, more power to ya, buddy,” Jeremiah grinned, ruffling Damir’s hair as if he were a young child. With that, Jeremiah started off toward the pool table to prevent Damir from getting another quip in. If he wanted to play ‘brooding asshole at the bar,’ then so be it. Jay wouldn’t waste the whole night trying to convince him to stop being such a stick in the mud.

Besides, the less time Damir spent complaining about Jeremiah to Jeremiah meant the more time he spent complaining about Jeremiah to someone else. Which meant he might actually start a real, interesting conversation with a woman and get laid. Which meant that he would act like a normal human being for at least half a day after.

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IdyllicDreamer · Aug 19, 2019

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Which was why when Moira spoke next, of choice and change within it all, the future and finality of it all... There was no doubt in her mind, she knew exactly what she wanted to do, and that was walk along this path with her. Wanted to. There was a trickle of curiosity that ran through her, wondering who they were, but that wouldn't have changed her mind. This meet, the two witches together, had changed one another's lives tonight in a most profound way, and she had no intention of backing out of it.

[div class=ColorText]"I'm ready, Moira... for whatever is in front of us."[/div] Figuratively of course, since the forest was the only thing before them right now in the literal sense. Her words would have held a certain confidence to them that she had been fully lacking when she had first arrived, hope could do that to a person. Make the bleakest of situations feel like so much more. It could make the heart sing.

If not for the exchange she had witnessed inside, Moira's conviction she had displayed towards her familiar, then Karin very well might have shared similar words with her. That she didn't have to do this, that both of them had a choice in it all. With all of that before though, she was confident Moira already had her mind set on doing this and there was no point in suggesting anything else.

[div class=ColorText]"Besides I said we're friends not before, and friends stick by each other till the end."[/div] Which was exactly what she intended to do, come hell or high water.
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That surprised choke from Jeremiah put a rather satisfied, amused, look on Damir's face. He could certainly have a bit of fun when he wanted to, without completely losing his head or sight of things. It was typically just something he had to be in the mood for, rather than a common thing. In spite of the jokes, the slightly more relaxed air about him Damir was still on alert, still keeping an eye out over the situation. Multitasking was a common thing for him, time off wasn't always so simple.

There would be a quiet snort from him at his partners retort, before he would bat that hand away from his hair with a newly forming scowl. One hand quickly ran through his hair, fingers shaking the locks slightly as if to make sure Jeremiah hadn't made too much of a mess of it. Maybe there were some others things he worried a little too much about at times, and the hair was off limits!

Still he just let him walk away with that, for now, instead shaking his head a little bit as he sipped a bit more at the rest of his drink. The first one down. There were a few things he could have said to his partners words, a few final notes to the conversation. Such as the fact that the woman in question had been sloppy seconds well before either of the hunters had met her, or the fact that he doubted she had given Jeremiah her private number after all was said and done... Yet he left it alone.

Rather than ordering his second he would place some money on the bar top before sliding out of the stool, one final glance around the room before he moved to step outside for a minute. Damir wasn't planning on completely ditching the merriment of the evening, but it wasn't exactly uncommon for him to step back out to examine the building in a bit more detail, or clear his head. The only warning Jeremiah would usually get was just a quick, mostly discreet wave.
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Moira opened her other eye to look at Karin fully for a moment. A warm smile spread across her lips.There was such ferocity laying underneath her bubbly and uncertain exterior and, with that, a familiarity of Moira’s youth.

“Well, off toward the end then,” Moira stated solemnly with a firm nod before offering an uneasy chuckle. She had meant it with more encouragement that it had come out. Regardless, with that, Moira stepped forward.

As soon as her foot hit the ground outside of her fenced yard, it was like a bubble burst. The air exploded into a cacophony of singing birds and rustling leaves. The sun was beginning to rise at this point and its golden rays, scattered through the branches overhead, outlined a path for the girls to follow.

The walk from Moira’s abode into town was surprisingly brief. She had no need for distance when she had powerful magic to hide her location from those with ill intent. Still, it came as a surprise to Moira how easily she might have stumbled across the human world had she ventured just a little further. Then again, that was why she had restrained herself to a close perimeter in the first place.

Wandering into town caused a present and intense uneasiness to fall over Moira. There were just so many… people. Even in the early hours of the morning. Following a car rolling down the street with a steady gaze, nearly caused her heart to stop. Were those things always rocketing down the street like that?

“Karin, this is… Aha… Uhm…” Moira couldn’t find the words to articulate what was going through her mind. She didn’t have the vocabulary for this. She was ready to look the Devil in the eye and breathe her last breath. But cars and crowds? It was… unexpected to say the least.

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Jeremiah lifted his gaze at movement from the corner of the bar where he had left Damir. Seeing that his partner was stepping out with a small wave, Jeremiah offered an upward nod to indicate he understood. With a brief moment free of Damir, he circled back to the bar to down his second drink and collect his third. He had to make some headway before Damir sauntered back in.

If Jeremiah were honest, there wasn’t anyone of particular interest to him in that bar. Sometimes he would play his part just to get Damir riled up for the sake of entertainment. It was in the moments that Damir stopped nagging that Jeremiah’s mind drifted to the work at hand.

Though his remarks earlier were a poorly formulated plan, the sentiment was still true. Jumping from town to town, wiping out coven after coven seemed to have hardly any effect beyond a fleeting safety. There were always new ones popping up, sometimes bigger and badder than the previous. They didn’t seem to view hunters as a threat but a challenge. The current means of curbing their growing population wasn’t sustainable.

Jeremiah, lost in thought, had hardly noticed his partner join him again at the bar. Shaking away his current train of thought, he chuckled at Damir.

“Just thinking about the three Bs. Beer, boobs, and…” He trailed off as if he had forgotten the third thing before interjecting proudly, “Booze!”

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IdyllicDreamer · Aug 20, 2019

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The young witch hadn't realized how late, or early, it was until they left the sanctuary of Moira's home. The sun, the birds, had she truly lost track of time so horrendously? Her mother would be so worried, that terrified her more than much of this budding adventure ever could. How could the Dark Lord even begin to compare to a mothers love...? A mothers wrath. He couldn't, well probably not anyways.

When the other witch stopped Karin looked a little confused, following her gaze with the car, those words that almost sounded... nervous? A question ringing in her mind, how long had it been since Moira had truly been exposed to people? How... old was she? The texts detailing her seemed old, or at least what they said of her. Oh dear.

[div class=ColorText]"It's alright, this is... Well, society now. Right now since we're walking we're pedestrians, and pedestrians have the right of way with cars... Which is what just went down the street."[/div] God she hoped she was right about Moira not knowing this, otherwise she would just feel like a complete jerk right now. With that she would link one arm with Moira's, to start leading her in the direction of her house. A nice bed and breakfast almost on the other side of town, but hey it would be a nice morning walk!

It also took almost all of her willpower to resist from humming "We're off to see the wizard."
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The crisp, chill, air of an Autumn morning was best enjoyed alone, in silent solitude as Damir simply took a moment to watch the world begin to awaken. The tranquility that rested upon the world at such a time created an almost therapeutic atmosphere for him. An added bonus happened to be there were few creatures he could think of that skulked around at this time of day, allowing him to simply enjoy it far more than he might have otherwise. A portion of the time was afforded to quiet reflection, the rest...?

Well the rest settled into the mission, clearing his head and focusing on the objective. Each phase, step, action, needed some consideration, some planning. Cause and effect, retaliation. As if moves in a game of chess. His partners early words, those a chaotic mess, hadn't fallen on deaf ears. Nor had they been entirely dismissed, because Damir understood the fact in it all that lead back to one particular place. The church, its focus, all of the witches and covens were simply pieces in the long game, protecting and serving the king.

Every chance Damir had after a hunt, after the bloodbath and culling of the herd, he took his time. Documenting it, what he could. Photos, nearly endless notes. Pieces connecting to pieces. All of it leading up to a total shutdown, cut off the head and the body dies. Except with a worm, then you simply had a second worm. Yet he refused to think the covens, the church, the same as a worm. It had focus, goals, a figurehead leading the way for it all.

A car going by cut him from his thoughts, thumb idly tracing at the band of his ring for a moment before he simply took one last deep breath, before heading back inside. How many drinks had his partner had by that point in time? It was hard to tell at a glance as he went over to sit beside him... Only for that to be answered by Jeremiah's words. Too many.

"Last time it was BJ's, after that woman who decided to show off with the cherry stem... before that was Behinds, I could swear it was usually Burgers though." 'Usually' was a questionable word though for something that changed in almost every bar though. "Come on we should go find some place to get a few hours rest in before hitting the day."

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RealisticFantasy · Oct 6, 2019

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Moira chuckled softly as Karin elaborated on the state of the world. She wasn't necessarily surprised that things had changed. It was the degree to which they had become so foreign that had caught her off guard. Then again, the world had always felt like a foreign place to Moira. She had always been an outsider to a degree. It was just her alienation was much more apparent now.

"You are familiar with this town, then?" Moira inquired as her gaze traced along storefronts and houses. The silhouettes were vaguely familiar, reminiscent of the places in her memories. It was as if she had stepped into an alternate reality where things remained mostly the same yet were still changed significantly. "I... used to be..."

Moira voiced trailed off as her thoughts drifted to a more innocent time - when hiding was a game and the worst consequence for being found was childish taunting. Her expression soured and her teeth bore into her bottom before she shook off the thought.

"Where are we going then? I'm sure They've felt the disturbance. They'll be investigating soon, no doubt."

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"How many did you have? I don't think we're even," Jeremiah objected jokingly through a toothy grin, though he rose from the bar stool to comply with Damir's direction. He wasn't going to pretend he wasn't exhausted. Every waking moment, he had to fight the overwhelming urge to collapse for a midday nap. Ain't no rest for the wicked, as they said.

Jeremiah threw his arm around Damir, pulling him in for a tight and unwelcome sideways hug. He chuckled at Damir's response, shaking his head as his reached into his pocket to pull out enough cash to cover his drinks. Following closely behind Damir out into the cool early morning, "Past your bedtime, little buddy?"

It was at the moment that Jeremiah was struck by an unfortunate yawn that sought to demolish his perfectly believable ruse of not being tired at all. He let out a soft, contented sigh as he rubbed his tired eyes. He yanked out the driver side door and dropped into the seat, resting his head on the steering wheel for a moment. The minute he slowed down, his exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks. He tried to shake it off but another yawn escaped him.

"Definitely past mine," He murmured to himself before lifting his head and putting the keys in the ignition.

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IdyllicDreamer · Feb 6, 2020

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[div class=ColorText]"Oh! Yes, my family owns a Bed and Breakfast on the other side of town, it's... well, one of the first things most people see on the way in~"[/div] Which made it pretty popular for one thing, as well as a number of other factors. It was a historical site as well, one of the oldest houses in the town, and had been well maintained throughout the years with only a few modern upgrades. All of which had been carefully, and tastefully, done to maintain to prestige of the old building.

[div class=ColorText]"It's called the Songstruck Starling."[/div] Karin found the name to be a little silly, but it could have been worse. She had been in the room when her parents were presenting ideas. The Sterling Starling, had been one on the table. They had thought about just The Songbird, but considering it was a completely different type of bird they had tossed it. Granted... Karin couldn't say much about their ideas, given that she was only eight at the time her own little suggestion had been... horrible.

[div class=ColorText]"Oh, but... the coven knows I live there..."[/div] That thought had her afraid for awhile now, but only now did it really settle in how dangerous a place that made it for Moira as well. If nothing else Karin at least hadn't given them any reason to spy on her, they knew she was afraid, uncertain... and they also knew she wasn't in a position to say no given her family being on the line.
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If Damir was going to be thankful for anything right now it would be that Jeremiah hadn't drank himself completely stupid, that he wouldn't fight too much about getting out of there. The road was never kind to either of them, and the man could only help that after they settled in, after they got a good rest, that the both would be able to resume normal operations... Though, that thought stopped the moment he saw his partner in crime opening up the driver side door.

"Oh no, no. I think I'd trust a witch to drive over you right now." He teased dryly, as he pulled the driver door back open and offered Jeremiah a hand, exhaustion mixed with however-many drinks... That wasn't the best combination and both of them knew it. If they hadn't spent practically the last two days on the road he wouldn't have minded as much but... when his partner had spent most of it doing the actual driving, nah he liked being alive.

"You got us this far let me take us the rest of the way, besides I saw a promising place on the way in while you were flapping your gums." Quaint looking place with a sign that mentioned rooms still available, some bed and breakfast... Which in a small town like this was usually perfect because the owners tended to be overly friendly, wanting to talk about this or that. It made for the perfect place to start a hunt out.

At least that was how it usually worked out, small quiet towns like this always tended to operate the same way. The people tended to be bored with how little happened. Gossips who caught onto every little tidbit of information that spread out like wildfire, regardless of who all was burned in the spread of it. The type often annoyed him really, they sought their own kind of chaos to satiate boredom. Supposedly caring about those around them in spite of the fact that they hurt them with little regard.

And if he had his way the coven here would be handled before they had a chance to ruin those 'perfect' little lives, and the two of them could be off to the next one.
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Moira smiled sweetly as Karin's spoke of her home. She could feel the joy and warmth the thought brought to Karin. The eyes might be windows to the soul but words were the window to one's heart. Moira squeezed Karin's arm with a gentle reassurance as she voiced her concern that the coven might intercept them.

"Unless you're expecting visitors, I wouldn't worry... Not yet anyway." Moira gaze settled on Karin once again. It really was like looking in a mirror - her youth, her blind but uncertain bravery. She wanted to handle her gently, the way Moira wished someone had guided her along. But the world wasn't gentle and luring her into a false sense of security wouldn't help her face the times to come.

"For several reasons," Moira explained, her gaze now trailing along the storefronts they passed. "Firstly, they won't know what has exactly changed. It's just a sort of... shift in the air. Like a ripple in the pond. You can see it, feel how big it is, but you don't know what caused it. You'll develop a sense of it if you try."

"Secondly, and I'm not sure how familiar you are with this, but..." Moira hesitated for a moment as something crept into her voice. She wasn't quite certain what it was. Embarrassment? Shame? Distaste? She hated the topic of the past. Still, at some point, it would have to be breached. She would have to speak of what brought her to where she was now. "I have something of a... reputation." That was a gross understatement. Moira felt silly saying it, leaving it at something so objectively vague. But, she just couldn't bring herself to disclose details. Not yet. "Which is to say that if the coven wanted to do something, they wouldn't be able to be discreet. It will be a last resort. They will bide their time."

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"Flapping my gums? What, are you an eighty year old man?" Jeremiah scoffed and rolled his eyes before glancing up at his friend. He hesitated only briefly before offering a tired smile. He hopped over the center console into the passenger seat.

"Just this once," Jeremiah insisted halfheartedly as he had done dozens of times before, letting his buddy get behind the wheel. Jeremiah leaned back, resting his head against the headrest and closing his eyes. Feeling the car shift, Jeremiah opened an eye and turned to face Damir.

Silently, he studied the gravity in Damir's features. The shadows under his eyes seemed all the more darker in limited lighting. Shadows passed over his features in turns, illuminating different indications that the stress and the sleep deprivation were getting to him. Both eyes now open, his staring had seemingly caught Damir's attention.

"Just noticing how you have a face only your mother could love." Jeremiah mumbled as justification before turning forward and closing his eyes again.

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IdyllicDreamer · Feb 13, 2020

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The second part would give her a little pause though, wondering what she was concerned about, why Moira had hesitated in her words. Granted she didn't seem eased into just talking casually, not as much as some of her human friends were, but still! It was a bit concerning, wondering what the news could have been. When she finally did finish her sentence Karin couldn't help but smile a little, a reputation? Goodness, she could have guessed that! The coven certainly wouldn't have gone to paint her in such a terrible light of she didn't have a kind of reputation after so long!

[div class=ColorText]"All the more reason to keep you a secret from them!"[/div] The girl insisted, a last resort sounded... quite terrifying actually, things backed into a corner usually lashed out with a vengeance. It would have been dangerous for all involved, then again... everything about this situation was dangerous for everyone. Including for the people who knew nothing about it, such as her parents and practically everyone in the town... Karin shook the thought from her mind, there was only going forward now.

[div class=ColorText]"It keeps them from having a chance to plan anything, or delays them from being able to do so for longer. Which gives us more time to do something!"[/div] At least that was the way she saw it, keep their secret weapon a secret for as long as possible. Keep the coven from being able to plan against them... which meant Karin was going to have to play a role, wouldn't she? Maybe. Not having a fully solid plan was going to start playing on her nerves here soon...

[div class=ColorText]"That's the building, right over there... Oh, I don't recognize that car... I guess we have some new guests."[/div] Which was fine, she'd certainly never seen anyone at the coven using a car, or any who seemed to know much about them for that matter.
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"Obviously, didn't you know? Actually turning ninety in a couple months, this witch way back cursed me when she had the hots for me." Damir could have fun sometimes. Sliding into the car after his partner moved over, making a few minor adjustments before he would pull out, and down the road in the route they had taken to get into town. It was a rather straightforward route, considering they had literally stopped at the first bar they spotted. A stop that had provided little information in the long-run but, the first day was usually more about sliding into the situation than anything.

At some point on the drive his attention would drift towards the passenger seat, arching an eyebrow when he noticed the other man had been staring at him for... how long now? Were it anyone else he might have found it strange, concerning, but he knew Jeremiah well enough by now to not really give a damn. Damir was just going to assume he was having some weird half-awake introspective of something.

"Can I help you?" Obviously that didn't stop him from commenting on it though, attention back on the road, making the last turn there into the driveway of the rather beautiful, large, house. Just shaking his head some at the answer that was provided, a cover up for whatever he was thinking more than anything... It was fine to leave it at that, switching off the engine as he nudged the other man before climbing out.

"Come on this is the place, Songstruck Starling... anything with this corny a name has got to have a gossip or two inside." Which was a target for tomorrow, since he had no plans for drilling anyone for information tonight. Not until they were both on their best game, both feet forwards. Heading on in after locking up the car, the bags... could stay there for the night. This was hardly the kind of town that had people breaking into cars in the middle of the night.

The front area was rather cozy looking, an entry way containing the staircase to the second floor, a lightly decorated desk sat there with a small desk-bell. Whoever owned the place was likely elsewhere in the house, though they would call out a 'One moment!' after he rang it twice. The older woman, probably somewhere in her late-thirties, or early forties, would arrive after that 'moment' was up. A smile on her face, blonde hair pulled back into a loose fit bun.

"Well hey, didn't expect to see two fellows driving in at this time~ I'm Julie Starling, how can I help you boys?" She had a sweet, friendly, voice as she smiled at the two of them, a welcoming woman of course. Those curious eyes told Damir that she was probably one who would be chatty. Wanting to know about things, ask a lot of questions... and answer just as many without even realizing what she was doing. Perfect.

"If you have a single with two beds that would be fine, if not two single rooms." He answered, sharing a room would have been fine, cheaper, but a bed? No. They were close but not quite that close. The woman was about to speak up, tell them what room(s) they could have had, but would be stopped when the door opened up behind them, Julie's eyes lit up warmly when she noticed her daughter stepping in.
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RealisticFantasy · Feb 15, 2020

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Moira listened to Karin with mild amusement. She spoke about the situation as if it would some big game. By some definition, it was, albeit with much more at stake than brihgtly colored imitation bills or self-satisfaction.

"I think we will soon find that a secret like me can be quite hard to keep," Moira mused under her breath. The comment wasn't exactly intended for Karin's consumption. Moira had grown accustomed to doing most of her thinking aloud, with or without input from Azazel. There was something about extended solitary that drove one to become his or her own conversation partner, the desire to hear a human's - er, witch's - voice.

Moira let her hand float along the metal exterior of the car as the past it, taking notes of the subtle nicks and dents. Some were the residual of past damage, hinting at the far deeper wounds that vehicle had undergone. Others were left untouched, small enough to be ignored if you weren't looking for them. Moira paused for a moment, her brows furrowing together. She didn't like the implication. Moira was shook from her contemplative state at the sound of an opening door. She jogged lightly to catch up to Karin and follow her into the lobby of the beginning.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she began examining the room in the opposite fashion of how one might typically start. First, with the trinkets strewn about - magazines, decorative knickknacks, and paintings on the walls. Then the furniture, well-used and well-loved. Skittering across the floor, her gaze fell on two pairs of shoes standing at the counter. Slowly, nervously her gaze ran up their legs, their backs, their shoulders, and finally settled on the full image of the gentlemen standing at the counter.

All at once, she understood why her discomfort grew with every step she took toward this place. More accurately, she knew the source of it. The exact reason remained unclear. Certainly, these men were not good news. Her intuition had yet to prove her wrong and her divinatory nature suggested that she continued to trust it. She swallowed thickly, hovering in front of the closed door behind her, though her expression remained neutral and her posture stiff as if she were an object instead of a being.

With a sharp inhale, Moira kicked herself into gear. Not need to draw further attention to herself by acting strangely. She had a habit of garnering enough of it as it is. Beyond her magical aura that people often found captivating, Moira was a particularly noticeable creature at a base level. Her fiery hair and dark clothing choices created a stark contrast that rarely went unnoticed. Still, she made an effort to make herself appear entirely common and completely unremarkable, hanging quite near Karin who was quickly becoming a spirit guide of sorts.

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Jeremiah bounced her foot impatiently as he stood at the counter with Damir awaiting assistance. He didn't exactly like waiting, particularly when the promise of a cushioned flat surface that wasn't the seat of a car was so near yet still unattainable. He lifted his hand to reach for the bell with the intention to frantically ring it when a woman finally emerged.

Leaning against the counter, he slowly plucked a mint from the small bowl that sat atop it as Damir sorted out a room. Popping it into his mouth, he grabbed for another. After a moment, another. This continued periodically with the intention to take as many as possible until Damir or the woman said something. He heard the front door open behind him and he paused in his candy-thieving. Glancing over his shoulder, he didn't expect to see anyone of much interest. Especially at this hour. Boy, was he happy to find himself sorely mistaken.

His gaze snapped back over to Damir, elbowing him in the ribs gently. He now stood up straight, too straight as he grinned as his friend, trying to make himself appear bigger, manlier for the women he was surely trying to impress. I found one for ya, his toothy grin insisted. A gentle nod in the direction of the girls then back to Damir with an even bigger grin, Told ya. He stood now with a particular confidence as if he had any role in "finding" anything at all, though both Damir and himself knew that wasn't the case.

"You don't happen to have a pool, do ya? Heart-shaped hot tub?" Jeremiah inquired to the woman behind the counter half-jokingly with a semi-forced suavity as he elbowed Damir in the ribs again. Maybe he would suggest it to the girls. It was all about the right conversation starter. Oh, me? Early morning swim? The warm water is always much better enjoyed in the crisp early hours of the morning. You just have to try it.

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IdyllicDreamer · Feb 15, 2020

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[div class=ColorText]"You guys must be from one of the cities, we don't have anything like that here~ Well I mean, Andy Burnt and his family do but, I'm pretty sure he only mentions that to try and get one of the girls at school to take a dip with him."[/div] Karin answered playfully, giving a slightly more 'fun' answer than her mom would have given, and of course speaking up before the older woman could have the chance. It wasn't like her mom didn't do the same back to her all the time.

[div class=ColorText]"I could probably show you guys to the area of the lake most of us swim at though when the weather is good for it."[/div] A compromise of sorts, something everyone could have looked forward to... and for a moment Karin had to wonder if Moira would have liked it. After so much isolation new friends would have been good for her! At that thought she would have motioned towards her with a smile.

[div class=ColorText]"Mom this is my new friend Moira by the way! She's here from out of town, staying with some family."[/div] It was a flat out lie that she grabbed quickly, it wasn't like she could just say... 'Oh hey mom this is Moira from the forest, in some special magic house that no one has ever seen before. Totally not a witch or anything.' That would have been bad, and considering most people knew each other in this town... She couldn't just say she had been there all along! This worked, her mom was going to ask about her anyways.
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It was getting very hard to resist the urge to smack Jeremiah's hand as the man just went for one candy from the dish after another, doing so obviously, purposefully. He wanted a reaction, wanted Damir or the woman to do something... But that would have been admitting that he won, which was the exact reason he stayed his hand. Even as he saw the woman struggling to keep from making a fuss about it, after all they were guests. It would have been terribly rude of her, even if he was being rude first.

When the door opened Damir would end up sparing a quick glance himself, not long enough to really catch what he was looking at, but long enough to assess that there weren't any weapons. That it wasn't a threat entering the door. It would have been fine to leave it just at that when Jeremiah had to go and elbow him, body stiffening slightly before he shot his partner a glare, the look on his face said... far too much. Which was probably half the reason he ended up looking again.

Okay. Maybe he could see why Jeremiah was being a special kind of idiot right now. With the one practically hiding so close to the other it was easy enough to mask which one he happened to be eyeing a little more than he should have been. To try and keep things a little more professional here. Fat chance now... If only he would stop with the elbowing. Shifting a little so he could very subtly shove his boot down on Jeremiah's foot there.

"Moira is such a cute name~ Any friend of Karin's is more than welcome here." Julie would speak up then, there wasn't much point in answering that question now that her daughter had already handled it. Grabbing up a set of keys to the two rooms for the boys, smiling warmly at her daughters new friend.

"Gentlemen this is my daughter Karin. If I'm not around and you need anything feel free to ask her. Karin these are..." The woman would trail off there, since neither had introduced themselves. Which would be about when Damir cleared his throat to answer, trying to do so before Jeremiah could say anything... Stupid.

"I'm Damir, and this is my partner Jay. We're journalists working on a story about small towns and their heritage, it's nice to meet all of you." It was a typical cover story he used, after all no one questioned why a couple of journalists would have been roaming around asking questions and taking pictures, especially around old abandoned places. It was all for the story.
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RealisticFantasy · Feb 16, 2020

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Moira's gaze shifted to the woman behind the counter as Karin introduced her. She flashed a brief but pleasant smile. It was bizarre to be here, surrounded by strangers, so suddenly. The change from security and safety, an unchanging life carrying on into forever, to its complete opposite had Moira flushed with adrenaline, ready to pounce. Yet here she was exchanging pleasantries in the lobby of a small-town bed and breakfast, with no threat, no plan, no idea what was to come.

"Thank you," She responded politely with another flash of a smile. After a slight pause, she clarified as if she had been asked the question, "It means 'fate.'"

Whether or not that comment had fallen on deaf ears, she was uncertain because the conversation carried on. Her arms folded over her chest as the attention shifted to the gentlemen at the counter. Making a mental note of their names as the long-haired one spoke, she shifted her weight from one foot to another. There just was something about the pair of them that she couldn't place, some unsettling energy that danced around the room. Her gaze settled on one for a moment then the other. Then, suddenly, with a bravery that surprised even herself, she strode up to Damir.

"Enchanté," Moira remarked sweetly as she extended her hand out to him. She offered him a half-smile and steady gaze as if to say I'm on to you. A peculiar heaviness settled upon them in the hesitation, but Moira held firm until the sentiment was returned. The moment surely couldn't have been more than half a second but Moira felt as if she stood there, frozen for hours, staring down the man in front of her. The eyes were the windows to the soul, as was often said, and Moira was going to peer into his.

"And what exactly brings you here of all places?" Moira inquired as innocently as she could feign without theatricality. She added a gentle chuckle to soften the question, but a keener ear would pick up on the implied accusation.

You don't belong here.

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Jeremiah couldn't help the grin from being plastered across his face as the dark-haired woman spoke. She was so different than his usual breed. She seemed gentle and sweet. She was... cute.

"You much of a swimmer?" Jeremiah questioned only to be met with intense disapproval from Damir. Yes, yes. One mustn't get too involved with the locals. It could 'ruin' the 'job'. He answered Damir's silent disdain with an eye roll.

"Well, we'll have lots of question about this sleepy lil' town so I hope you can help us with that, Karin," Jeremiah added to Damir's introduction with a wink and his best smile. He would have continued on with his cheesy best but watching the redhead approach Damir caught his attention. There was something unsettling about her fixed gaze as if something sinister lurked just below her seemingly delicate appearance. Jeremiah cleared his throat and shifted his weight awkwardly at her question.

"Well, uh, it has.... Uh, an interesting... heritage," Jeremiah answered in his best attempt to help his buddy out. The momentum of the room had been reset and the ball was most certainly in this woman's court now. Did she...? Could she...? No, there was no way she knew. He was just reading into things a little too much. He was just misinterpreting the flirtations of an awkward woman. Surely, that had to be the case.

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IdyllicDreamer · Feb 26, 2020

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[div class=ColorText]"I bet I could swim you around the lake any day of the week, if that's a good enough answer for you~"[/div] Karin would answer anyways, in spite of the look Damir had given Jay for... some reason. The man hadn't given her a look after all, so it was fine. Though he did end up glancing to her a little more after she said that, and he had apparently studied up on those looks pretty well himself. Granted she had no idea what his meant but, well... fortunately it wouldn't be on her for very long when Moira stole the attention of everyone in the room.

The tension in the room went from three to seven in just a few seconds flat and Karin couldn't understand why it had even happened. She couldn't quite understand why Moira seemed... concerned, about the two men. Was that the right word? She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but she could see that look on her mothers face already kicking up. A look that simply said 'your friend is making the guests uncomfortable do something', a bit different from the normal look but... Hey, Karin could read between the lines!

[div class=ColorText]"I'd love to help you guys out, later, and I'd also love to hear more since that story sounds really cool. But! You both look a bit tired and we should let you settle in, right Moira? I want to show you my room anyways~"[/div] As she spoke Karin would move to try and take Moira by the arm, so that she could show her up to her room exactly as she said. Where they could have spoken in private.
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Everything about the situation had become quite peculiar quite quickly, and it all focused around one woman within the room. Brown eyes on the redheaded woman when she approached and offered her hand. It wasn't so much the way she spoke, or the 'friendly' gesture that did it though as the way her eyes met his own. The look she gave him, with only her eyes. There was a certain degree of calculation, and he couldn't for the life of him determined what he had done to cause it. The other two females within the room didn't seem certain either, and if nothing else it assured him that this wasn't all in his head.

"You're a pretty unique one, aren't you Moira?" He wouldn't quite answer her question, not at first anyways, not after the little blurb that Jeremiah had given. The two of them had, honestly, given more than enough information for most people by now. His hands returning to his pockets by this point after the small handshake, after the proper pleasantries.

"I guess you wouldn't know being new around here really." At least she wasn't according to Karin's words, which he currently had no reason to disbelieve. "Like I said we're doing a story on small towns and their heritage. Truth be told we could be at about any small town right about now, our editor just picked a road and told us to stop by as many as we could along it before the end of next month." As he spoke there would be a hint of passion, in a sense. As if he were truly a journalist, or perhaps a historian, enjoying the many facets of small town life, and learning about how they all formed.

There was even more that he probably could have said too, more to sell the story, more to fit it all together. If not for Karin popping in, the timing was about right. Most places like this didn't like so much tension in the lobby, didn't want customers run off. Especially ones that could have written a negative story that would have ruined business.

"Here, how about I show you boys to your rooms now hm?" The woman spoke with that same friendly tone as she worked on salvaging the situation, that brilliant smile.
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RealisticFantasy · Feb 28, 2020

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Moira swallowed thickly as the realization settled in. The tension was felt by everyone it the room and now she had to obligation to explain it away. She wanted to continue to the subtle argument, for the boys to admit to whatever was making her uneasy. Granted, she had no hard evidence to support her gut reaction, but she had grown to trust her intuition deeply. Regardless, it was far too soon for her to cause a scene over something so trivial. Besides, Moira was fairly certain that if they were as much trouble as she thought they were, they would be crossing paths far more often than she'd like.

"Calling me 'new around here' would be something of an inaccuracy. I just haven't been around for quite some time. And, I'm actually something of a town historian," Moira dropped her shoulders and offered a somewhat genuine smile. Even the gentlemen remained wholly unshaken, perhaps it was better that she tried a different approach. As they said, keep your friends closer and your enemies closer. "Greendale is near and dear to my heart. I'd hate to see some journalists do it an injustice. There's a lot of rumors that are perpetuated as truths, you know. We're no Salem."

There was truth in what Moira said. She tried not to intentionally mislead, even in the presence of suspected enemies. She could be called many things but dishonest was not one she wanted added to the list.

The words hung in the silence again, but this time not with so much weight and jagged edges. She could tell there was something that was surely bizarre about the open discussion of witches to the others. There once was a time where the distinction between witch and mortal wasn't a negative one. Did they all now hide something they were once so proud of?

"Fare thee well, Damir," Moira added with a small smile and a polite nod. "Jay."

With that she returned to Karin's side, awaiting her guidance to privacy. They had a lot to discuss.

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Jay watched the redheaded woman in a stunned silence. There was something that was so... unsettling about the way she spoke - as she knew things she had no possible way of knowing. That uneasiness didn't bode well for his and Damir's mission. Still, she functioned with a subtly and concern that placed her in a box far separated than other monsters they had faced before. Witches, vampires, werewolves... Nothing that had faced before has an inclination for wordplay and subtleties. They were very much bite first, ask questions later.

Perhaps she was just a very bizarre and socially awkward girl.

He returned the redhead's well wishes with a polite nod of his own and a neutral expression. He glanced about the room, taking inventory of everyone else's response. They also seemed uncertain of how to regard her. After a moment, he sprung back into action and clasped his hand on Damir's shoulder. Boy, we better watch out for that one.

"Yeah, I think it's about time we get settled in. We've had a long day of travel. And we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Besides, we'd hate to keep you folks up past your bedtime," He flashed a toothy grin and quick wink in Karin's direction before looking to the older woman at the counter expectantly. He couldn't wait to kick off his shoes and not give a shit about the outside world, even for just a couple hours.

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