Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[Eliasdagood]

“Hm… I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a pet shop around here…” Ginny mutters. Tara Justin grimaces. “Vet is that way.” She says, pointing. “Ugh, animal blood… worst smell ever.” She grumbles. Ginny grins at her. “Thanks, Tara!” She says brightly, heading in that direction. “Yeah, my family were pacifists. Not that it mattered in the end.”
Skawly

 

[Crono]

Chase peered at Mackenzie as he came back into the large room, the woman was clearly still recovering to an extent and the bag was giving her issues, he only wished he could tell her just to drop it. It wasn't like he was going to need his clothes when they found Benton, they could always scoop it up on their way out. But he had few ways of communicating while in this form, and conveying that message wasn't possible beyond trying to pull the bag from her which likely wouldn't go over well. So he let her be, and kept moving for the door that led further into the facility. The next room was similar to the first but had sustained more damage from the elements, a pile of rubble sat near the center of the large room. A part of the roof had caved in from something, water damage or falling tree who knew? Once again Chase attempted to breath deeply to try and gain some sense of control over his sense of smell but was again met with only resistance, the strong deluded chemical smell causing the Wolf to sneeze and grumble.

His head snapped to the side the moment distant gunfire echoed throughout the area, head turning and ears adjusting to try and lock in on it but that was virtually impossible given the area they were in. It did however give them a seemingly general direction to go in and if Will had found Benton then that's where he and Mackenzie needed to get. The Wolf's paws scrambled for grip as Chase started moving forwards quickly, heading for the large doorway on the opposite end of the room. The woman behind him not completely forgotten but given the danger wasn't behind them and the fact that she'd be following, albeit slower, gave him little reason to check with her first. This next room was different from the last two, less of an open area and more of an enclosed four way hallway with branching rooms on either side. Some doors were still barely hanging on the hinges, others laid on the hallway floor, the rest likely in the rooms they once guarded. If not for the gunshots he might have cleared them just to be sure but the Wolf already on the hunt. However before he could hit the four way part of the hallway he started skidding to a halt clumsily with a low growl, something was wrong, he could quite literally feel it. Before the Werewolf could even give it another thought he was hit with a strong bout of pain from his abdomen that caused him to cry out in pain, the animal stumbling sideways in reaction until he hit the wall and leaned against it.

The pain spread quickly, his organs felt as if they were on fire, the kind of sensation a Werewolf feels when in contact with silver. Chase crumbled to the ground, unable to stand or even think straight, though he was vaguely aware of Mackenzie saying something he couldn't make out what since all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. And the ringing, what was the ringing coming from? Oh, that was his own whining, yelping, and howling. Yeah that made sense. The Wolf thrashed in pain until the transformation started and Chase had no say so in it, all he knew was the radiating pain from his insides. Chase only realized he was shifting back when the pain of the forced shift reached the same levels of pain, the bones and joints forcibly changing and shifting. The howls of pain turned into yells and groans as the shift went on until the naked man was left on the ground, immediately he started coughing up blood. The forced shift had drained him physically and the man could do little but clutch at his abdomen as his insides continued to be shredded.
NanLia
Safton ​

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie frowned at the wolf's back as he sneeze and growled ahead of her. She wasn't sure if it was some sort of signal for her or if it was just a sneeze. She cursed herself inwardly for not set up some way for them to communicate while he was a wolf but the shifting in the car had been stressful, more than she'd expected when she'd first been suggesting she and the wolf boy team up for hunting. She stopped in her tracks hearing the gun fire, little more that distant pops to her ears but by the wolf's reaction to the noise she knew it for what it was.

She whipped around to the noise from Chase's feet as he scrambled and started to run deeper into the complex. "Wait!" She yelled at him but clearly he wasn't about to listen. Mac chased after the wolf, barreling into the room where he'd disappeared but stopped in her tracks. There was something off with the room. It was different from what they'd seen so far. Before she could cast a warning to the wolf he was already on the floor writhing in pain. She heedlessly ran towards him, careless of searching for what had happened. Arriving at his side she didn't immediately see what he'd been hit with when it came to her. "Fuck," A hex bag.

Mac shouldered the bag off of her, dropping it beside Chase as she started searching the immediate area for the bag to destroy it. She could hear her heart hammering in her ears but it wasn't louder than the yells and audible snaps and cracks of Chase as he was forced to shift back into his human form. She pulled tiles from the wall, shoved debris aside, tore doors off of the frames in an ever larger arching circle around the downed man before she found it. Beneath a loose floor stone, she hauled the square up with a hiss. She grabbed the bag, her free hand diving into her jacket pocket get at her lighter.

"Fuck! Work you bitch." She screamed at her bleeding fingertips as the failed over and over again at flipping sparking the lighter into a flame. The second it light she touched the fire to the bag and dropped it onto the stones, turning to run back to Chase, hoping she'd managed to get to it on time. She dropped to her knees at his head, shuffling forward she lifted his head onto her lap she held his shoulder, her other hand stroking the back of his head. "I got it, I got it."
Safton
Crono

 

[Crono]

The man was certain he was going to die considering the pain he was feeling, he couldn't really focus enough think much beyond that. He was immobilized and completely unable to fight back at what was happening. Helpless, damn if he didn't hate feeling it. The man spat more blood out, then abruptly something changed. The best way he could describe it was there was a lack of fresh or new pain wrecking his insides, oh it still hurt like hell but the Werewolf could tell it was from what damage had already been done. Chase breathed heavily in the aftermath, while all of his senses came back down from their strained painful levels. There was a sense of clarity coming to him now, even if he didn't want to move, he could think and function once again. Finally he opened his eyes to see Mackenzie looking down at him with likely confusion written all over his face, she was far closer than they'd likely ever been, and he realized his head was propped up onto her. Not only that but she was rubbing at the back of his head, which was oddly comforting.


There were few forces that Chase could come up with that could have done...whatever had just happened to him. But by the woman's earlier words he concluded it was probably a hex bag. "My knight in...shining armor." His words separated by the need to take another breath, there was an attempt to grin up at her and the smallest of chuckles that ended in an a pained wince. The burning pain on his insides and around his organs seemed to be slowly subsiding, at least his healing was kicking in. Though considering how he felt he got the feeling he'd be feeling like shit for a while. Not to mention he'd been forced to shift due to the injuries, he knew this because one he was naked on the floor and didn't remember doing that and two the soreness covering his body along his muscles and joints told him so.

Chase would've liked to just stayed right here for a few hours before moving but he remembered the gunshots that had sent him running this way, right into the trap left for him. Benton was possibly still around, unless the shots were Will having found the man and dealt with the situation? He's got that angel juice now right? Will should be fine. Still though, the Werewolf couldn't just lay here not knowing, and he knew Mackenzie might go it alone to find out. So with that he decided to start trying to move. Well, that and he was naked on a cold dirty and damp floor and still had blood dripping off his chin and frankly that needed to change. "Okay, let's sit me up." He offered and started pushing his own body for the motion with hopes she'd give him a little assistance for the moment, once upright he shuffled himself uncomfortably until his back was against the nearby wall and turned his head to look up and down the hallway they were in. The difficulty moving was a combination of the pain as well as being so physically drained from the forced shift, there was a reason it only happened in extreme circumstances.

"Hex bag?" He asked curiously, something not sitting right on the subject but still having a hard time focusing on thinking fully. "How the hell would the quack even know a Werewolf was tracking him? It felt my insides were being pumped full of liquid silver." It was the best way to describe it, and he was pretty damn sure that's what had happened more or less. Otherwise he wouldn't have been incapacitated so quickly and the shift wouldn't have happened nearly as fast.
NanLia Safton ​

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie's felt herself exhale a breath she hadn't known she was holding when she heard Chase finally speak. For a long time she sat in silence, at least his silence, as she simply repeated to herself she'd found the bag and it would be fine. There had been a chance she was too late - it certainly wouldn't be the first time she'd been too late and lost a friend, another hunter, a complete stranger, but despite their differences in life and in history she didn't want to lose him. She smirked, even laughed hesitantly as she raised a hand to wipe away tears that had come from somewhere with the back of her hand.

When he was ready she helped him sit up with his back against the wall, turning to face slightly away from him, she could still see him in the edges of her peripheral vision but the man was still very much naked on the floor. "Yeah," She waved the way towards where the ash covered floor and her lighter remained. "Will didn't mention any black arts shit when he was talking about Benton. The notes and reports were really ... clinical, not like this." It was confusing, a mess. They'd heard the gunshots but nothing following up. Will hadn't come back, which meant he was giving chase now, it was the only thing that made sense.

Again Mackenzie shook her head. "No idea how he'd be able to come up with that but I don't think he's alone. Look at the room." She said, pointing at a few pieces of trash. "There, the pile of stones, they were dragged out of another room. This is staged. Someone's set this up." She reached between them, dragging his duffle back closer so she could open the zipper and start pulling out his clothing. "Get dressed, we need to keep moving. I have a feeling this won't be the only trap and if Will was shooting at someone he would have come back or sent us a message by now."
Crono
Safton

 

[Crono]

Chase huffed softly as the woman pulled the clothes from the bag for him to put on, the task feeling like and ordeal in and of itself. Normally he'd be trying to keep himself covered a bit more in this sort of situation but with how he felt he nearly didn't care, which he gave a silent apology to Mackenzie for. That being said he wasn't just going to sit here, so he grabbed the pants she'd tossed out and through some incredibly uncomfortable effort pushed himself up with the help of the wall at his back. The man never ceased to lean against it with some part of his body whilst pulling on the pants, movements still sluggish. "I'm decent." He offered his partner once zipped and buttoned. Bending over, which he immediately regretted given the searing pain in his abdomen, Chase dropped the other clothes back into the bag though not before wiping at his chest and mouth to clean away some blood with a shirt and dragged the bag closer by the strap then finally hefted it up and over his shoulder and neck so it would hang off him.

"Worst case scenario happens I don't exactly want a whole lot of clothes to shed." He offered as an explanation, still leaning heavily against the wall. Though if he was being completely honest considering his condition Chase wasn't sure he could shift. The Werewolf had only been forced to shift twice in his life before now and both times had been painful and left him drained, so much so that he hadn't wanted to even try and shift until he'd fully recovered. There was always the chance he didn't have the energy to do so, though he opted not to share that thought process. If it came down to a life and death situation he was damn sure going to at least try. Chase gestured forwards down the hall with a wave, "You should probably take point, I'm in no condition for it." Though he'd still be able to use his senses to gain some intel even while trailing behind Mackenzie.
NanLia Safton​

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie briefly considered taking the bag from the wolf, he was already pushing himself - hard - to keep moving at it was but quickly relented. She was the only fully functional one between them, if things were about to get hairy she needed to be free of burden. "You should probably take point, I'm in no condition for it." She nodded stiffly at the suggestion, reaching behind her back to pull her pistol free and continue on the direction Chase had been running earlier. The remainder of the hall was much the same, debris and garbage purposely piled up, forcing them to either step over or work around. Doorways hung doors that didn't belong, some leaning against the frame, blocking the view.

"It's a game trail." She said quietly, well aware Chase would hear her, even if she whispered. "Whoever did this wanted us to come this way, not to look anywhere else or look for a way around." She toed a pieces of wood aside, the dust beneath it disturbed by movement from before. "This is some shit I used to do with wolves when I was hunting them." She continued down the hall, speaking without consideration. "Dust wolvbane and silver in places where I didn't want them to get. Wound them and make them run then just wait until they fell into - "

She paused, standing perfectly, it was the slightest of tugs on the cuff of her pant leg that alerted her. "Don't move." She glanced down, barely making out the tripwire snagging her jeans. She looked to either side, trying to see where the wire connected but it disappeared beneath a pile of debris. Mac looked up along the wall to her left: a doorway leading into an empty room, save for the pile of wood on the floor. It was too far away to pose any danger to either of them. To her right was a wall, a poster hanging loosely from a single nail. She cautiously reached out and pushed the poster aside, revealing a hole in the otherwise solid wall, a shotgun poised at her chest.

"Fuck." She hissed, knowing better than to move her foot away from the wire-she could have already triggered it. Instead she bit her lip, slipping her hand past the sheet towards the gun. She wouldn't be able to the trigger or the wire attached to it. Instead she pressed her fingers to the bottom of the barrel. "This is going to be loud." She said in a rush before jerking the barrel upwards and stepping back. As expected she'd already pulled the trigger, as she moved backwards the shotgun went off, spraying the ceiling with little silver pellets. Her ears rung and her head pounded but at the very least she was uninjured.

Crono
Safton

 

[Crono]

Chase briefly dug into his bag while Mackenzie moved past him, hand sifting through the bundled clothing until it found it's prize. Pulling out a pistol in a holster he pulled it free from said holster before letting it fall back into the bag and zipping it up. It made little sense to walk around unarmed considering what just happened and the fact that his reaction time was hindered for the moment. Clicking off the safety the man turned to follow after the red head who had taken point. He opted to keep near the wall since his balance was still not the steadiest, often placing his free hand flat against the wall to help keep him upright when teetering too far.

When the woman's pace slowed he realized she was speaking, softly, but he could hear her easy enough despite trailing around ten feet behind. Chase glanced down at the ground to what she was referring to, though he had mixed feelings about her descriptions of past methods against Werewolves. While he understood and had hunted Werewolves in the past himself, the last so many weeks had an impact on him and his views thus creating a bad taste in his mouth. Beyond the not so enjoyable coppery blood taste he hadn't gotten rid of fully as of yet.

And honestly it just worried him further of what other kind of Werewolf based traps were lying unseen in their surroundings. He didn't particularly like the thought of another round of the experience. Chase tried to halt when told, causing him to tense his body from continuing the forward motion, which caused him to flinch once again. The jolt of pain causing the hand that would have simply pressed against the nearby wall to punch it instead by reaction. Raising his head he watched Mackenzie carefully work at something, as to what he guessed another trap.

At the warning the Werewolf opted to cover his ears as best he could with a gun in one hand, and turn his face away. And when the gunshot went off he was grateful for said warning since it would have likely been painful given the close quarters, sound bouncing, and his heightened hearing. "You alright?" He'd called out after but when met with no response he moved to catch up and reach out to place his hand gently against the side of her arm to let her know he was there. Guessing her ears were likely ringing from the shot.

Normally he might have given more thought to it given who she was and what he was. But since she'd just all but held him while he was naked and bleeding on the floor Chase was under the impression she wouldn't blow of his head as a reaction. When she turned her head he gave her a look of small concern and asked once again in case the ringing had lessened and hoping that if nothing else she might read his lips, "You okay?" Visibly she seemed fine, so he glanced further down the hall in the direction they were headed. If his earlier episode hadn't given away their location then this surely had, not that it seemed to matter given whoever was waiting for them had rigged fucking Werewolf traps of all things.

One doorway in particular further up ahead stuck out to him and he gave her a momentary nod before moving towards it, deciding to take point again momentarily while she got her bearings back. That being said the woman still caught up to him by the time he reached the doorway, it was dark but led down. "Sub-level's huh?" He glanced at her curiously wondering if she wanted to investigate, despite not having reached the area where they'd heard gunshots before as far as he could tell.
NanLia Safton ​

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie frowned down the hallway as her ears rung. A swan-song of pitches she would never hear again. It wasn't the first time she'd been too near a firing gun without ear plugs and knew very well it would be the last. She idly wondered, as she waited her her hearing to return if Gaveel had healed previous damage? Had she regained hearing she'd lost in the decades of hunting now just to lose it again? Gaveel had healed most of her but not everything. She still bore deep scars on her throat and wrists from her months spent in the cages as a child feeding the nest that had taken her colony, but the click in her hip from when she'd fallen from the second story roof while hunting a kitsune had been healed.

She glanced to her side as Chase came up and touched her arm, she gave a stiff nod in response, enough of her hearing returned to hear his inquiry. She watched him move forward, towards the end of the hall and another doorway. This one clear, no debris, no traps. She followed along behind him until he paused at the top of what appeared to be a stairwell. "I mean." She started, speaking softly despite the sound of her voice warbly in her ears. "Whoever set up the game trail is expecting us, right?" She smirked and shrugged. "I'm going to guess hey were prepared for Will, too. which means he's likely trapped somewhere here. They can't kill him, at least not without something powerful and I'm not feeling anything around here."

Mac took a final glance at Chase before starting down the stairs.
Crono
Safton

 

[Safton]

Mackenzie led the way down the stairs, Chase following -- or rather staggering -- behind her, leaning heavily on the rusted railing, pistol clutched in his free hand. The two hunters reached the bottom of the steps without incident, where a large metal door stood on reinforced hinges, a padlock hanging from the latch. Mackenzie uttered a curse under her breath, taking a step back and bringing the pistol to bear on the bothersome lock. She paused as Chase called out for her to hold on, hobbling forward to examine the setup before taking a deep breath and nodding to himself.

Tucking the pistol into the back of his waistband, the wolf grasped the padlock with both hands before tugging at it, grunting audibly with the effort. Metal groaned, but ultimately gave way before muscle and bone did as the latch was torn free from the threshold, the door swinging open with a creak that signaled how badly it needed an oiling. Chase immediately released his hold on the padlock -- his makeshift handle -- falling back against the wall to rest, clutching his aching ribs to take a quick breather while Mackenzie glanced into the dark room beyond, pistol at the ready. Once he had recovered, the two would proceed into the basement.

​

Crates of supplies -- food, weapons, medical, or otherwise -- were scattered around the room. Occult tomes were laid out on tables, open to various pages. There was a surprising amount of medical equipment (some of it clearly stolen) arrayed throughout the basement. At the far end of the room, there was a hospital bed with a frail human form in it -- definitely female. She was on a respirator and EKG, the soft beeps of the latter barely audible over the sound of the noisy generator humming from somewhere in the far back of the basement. Next to the hospital bed was a dividing curtain, hiding from view whatever was on the other side.

As Mackenzie approached the bed, a voice rang out from behind the curtain. "That's far enough, my dear." The curtain drew back.

​

"Doc" Benton eyed his guests through two clear blue eyes still surrounded by stitches... all as he loomed over another wheeled hospital bed. This one also contained a female form, unmistakably that of Danielle Stoakes. Benton held a scalpel to her neck, though Danielle herself was completely still -- likely under some form of anesthesia. "I'd put those guns down and stay right where you are if I were you. Or else I might just nick something that not even I could fix," the surgeon drawled in his Deep South accent.

His eyes fell on Chase. "I do want to thank you for the show. I'd only seen a hex bag work up close once before, but never on your kind." He gestured toward where a small laptop had been set up on a table behind the curtain, with a live video feed showing the area where the traps had been set on the floor above. "You know, I considered your particular... affliction when I began my lifelong journey toward immortality. I judged the price to be too much. But I digress... Your guns, please," he repeated, as if the two of them were his guests at a Sunday brunch.


NanLia
Crono

 

[Crono]

Mackenzie had a point with the possibility of Will being subdued elsewhere if they had the knowhow to do it. It wasn't the most comfortable of thoughts, that Will was occupied and Chase himself wasn't in the best of shape himself. That more or less left the two of them with their guns, with a deep sigh he followed Mac down the steps, not enjoying the spike of pain in his abdomen on each downward step. Chase dealt with the lock like a gentleman should for a lady, the took a momentary break against the wall before they proceeded into the room. One glance at their surroundings was all that was needed to know they'd hit the jackpot, the smell of chemicals that had been obstructing his sense of smell was overpowered by that of smells one gets when in hospitals alongside the scent he'd obtained from the victims bag. The bed in the distance with a figure in it drew them closer, and before Chase even realized Benson was there he revealed himself with a hostage. Between the breathing machine and the beeps he'd missed the sound of the mans breathing and heartbeat, and cursed himself for it. Chase had of course stopped in his tracks to avoid the man making good on his threat, briefly wondering why two women were here when only one had been missing.

Once the doctor had turned his attention on Chase, the man rolled his eyes. "Glad you enjoyed the show. I'd be happy to give you another one if you like, one where the Werewolf rips the crazy doctors limbs of one at a time." He cocked his head to the side with a raised eyebrow, "How's that sound?" Though honestly it was a good thing Benson wasn't a Werewolf as that would make this scenario a bit more precarious. "What's the matter? Didn't like the idea of losing a soul you're already lacking?" His question was a bit on the spiteful side, not that he minded.

Casually Benson requested they drop the guns once again, clearly not letting that go. Briefly he glanced in Mackenzie's direction to get an idea of how she felt about it before giving in. Rather than risking the pain of bending over he simply lowered himself by squatting down until he could place his gun on the ground. Though that dull ache in his bones and joints was just a different kind of pain from the burning spikes in his abdomen. Once upright, rather than standing looking uncomfortable he opted to open his mouth once again. "This the part where you tell me to remove my pants too? Because I gotta tell you Benson, I've got a boyfriend who wouldn't take very kindly to that at all." The thought of Emile ripping the doctor apart was rather appealing though.​

NanLia Safton

 

[Skawly]

Sal

The Thrill-Seeker

Sal furrowed his brow. That didn't sound good. “... I take it something happened?” he said, a little apprehensive of his own question.

Nearing the vet clinic, Sal stopped as they approached the front door. He looked to Ginny and nodded, “I'll just wait out here. Shouldn't take too long to get your cat in,” he said, leaning against the building.

Vitae Colony, NE

Neutral

Ginny & Tara Eliasdagood

coded by natasha.

 

[NanLia]

Mackenzie Cannonach​

Mackenzie controlled her want to run to the bedside upon seeing it in the room. Her heart raced as she realized they'd actually managed to find the end of the maze. It was everything within her to tamp down her excitement and remain focused on the task at hand. They still needed to find Benton. More often than not in her long life as a hunter she was finding monsters after they'd taken, it was a rarity to find their victims alive and seeing one, there! just a few feet away gave Mac hope.

She held her breath as she heard the Doctor speaking from the other side of a partition, a little annoyed that the watch dog she had following her had missed the signs of him being there. She couldn't blame him solely, the sounds around her still warbled from the damage she'd done to her ears. Mac's dark eyes remained trained on the Doctor as he and Chase bantered, watching for signs of weakness, a clue to a vulnerability. He was supposed to be that, right? Vulnerable. A corpse attaching bits and pieces to himself to keep himself moving? It didn't seem like the was weak by any means.

On a Hunt​

Mac turned slightly, facing a shoulder towards Benton to watch Chase as he leaned down to lower his gun to the floor, she could only hope that this meant he planned on leaping the distance to tackle the doctor. When this didn't the Doctor waved his free hand, motioning her to do the same. With resignment Mac leaned forward to settle her pistol on the floor, taking her time to scan beneath the two hospital beds for a clear shot at the man's legs. She cursed herself inwardly as there was none, the mechanisms and Doc Benton's position blocking her view.

She only had one last shot at taking him down, as she stood she slipped her hand into the top of her boot, grasping her iron blade and palming it. Mac could only hope that Chase had seen what she'd done and would be ready. Once more she watched Benton, holding the blade with precision above Danielle in the second bed. "Who's been helping you?" She asked stiffly, she needed the Doc to relax and move a little further away, her hand tucking the blade into the sleeve of her coat. "This isn't your M.O. you don't do hex bags and shotgun traps, this is a hunter's game. Who is it?"
Crono
Safton

 

[Eliasdagood]

Ginny nods, glancing down. “Yeah… I guess I’d better warn you. The guys here? They’re great. They evaluate the situation, make sure whoever they’re looking at is actually enough of a threat to warrant death. You gotta understand, that’s not all hunters. Sometimes, they’ll see a family of djinni… and that’s the end of the thought process. I’m the only one that got away.”

She walks into the building, leaving Tara and Sal alone. Tara is sad, watching her go. “Poor kid. I still don’t understand why she came here, of all places. She could have died before the negotiations.”
Skawly

 

[NanLia]

Brody Cannonach​

Brody drove endlessly, or at least it felt endless. He was tense, on edge after fleeing the city. He'd done his best to drive as casually as possible while keeping watching for police or potential followers otherwise. They'd gone to the rendezvous spot but no angel met them. He'd finally made the call that they would simply have to drive back to Vitae. He tapped anxiously on the wheel as he glanced between the rearview and his phone. He knew he would have to call Emile with the news.

He knew something was wrong seconds before the being popped into the seat next to him. His right arm shot out instinctively to grab whatever had arrived by the throat but was soon met by a stronger hand holding his.

On a Hunt​

The man seated next to him looked over their clasped hands curiously. "I have been sent to return you to your colony." He spoke in a slow monotone voice.

Brody didn't have a chance to speak or react before the angel did just that, teleporting the vehicle, while still in motion to the gates of the colony. He slammed on the brakes, the old Civic howling in protest as the skidded to a halt.

Safton

 

[Skawly]

Sal

The Thrill-Seeker

Concern creased onto Sal's face.

“Oh—”

Though he had little to no interaction with hunters, he recalled his mother's caution of them, should anyone find out what he was. It was something Sal had grown up taking into consideration, but nothing that ever really came to be. Then again, Sal had the luxury of not needing to feed directly from victims—that would have been something a little harder to hide. Before Sal could say any more, Ginny started into the building, though there wasn't much Sal could think to say, anyway. What could he after hearing that?

Setting his attention to Tara, Sal quirked a brow. “The negotiations?” he asked. “I mean, yeah, after going through all that, this would be the last place I'd wanna go.”

Vitae Colony, NE

Neutral

Ginny & Tara Eliasdagood

coded by natasha.

 

[Safton]

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Benton cocked his head, glancing at Chase bemusedly at the wolf as the man replied defiantly to his demands. The doctor seemed to take the young man's taunting in stride, pale lips curling back into a humorless smile to reveal rotten (or missing) teeth amidst blackened gums. He even let out a light chuckle that sounded like sandpaper grating against metal from his stolen lungs. Shaking his head, the immortal surgeon turned his attention turned his attention toward Mackenzie -- apparently satisfied that both hunters had disarmed themselves... though he didn't remove the scalpel from the neck of his "patient".

As Mac asked him about his accomplice, Benton's smile only widened. "That would be telling, darlin'. You're correct, though," the man remarked with a wave of his free, sewn-on hand. "That's... outside of my repertoire."

"You two looking for me?" a voice rang out from the stairwell.

​

Bruce stepped into the light, gun leveled squarely at both hunters. His hand was bandaged, though evidently still bleeding. He glanced deliberately at Chase. "Don't get any ideas, Keaton. These rounds are silver-plated and at this range, I won't miss your heart. Especially because you're not looking so spry right now." The ex-hunter shook his head, letting out a mirthless scoff.

"Been a while, you two," Bruce remarked. "Kinda reminds you of New York, huh? The four of us here together again. " He paused. "Well, three, I guess. Will's not coming. Why don't you do me a favor and kick those guns over to the doc so we can have a chat?"

NanLia
Crono

 

[Safton]

​

Adelaide sat in the back of the Civic with Morgan, cradling the young woman's head in her lap. Even so, she could also feel Brody's anxiety as the man drove them out of the city. Like the Pack Guardian, she was surprised that no angel had arrived to meet them. She wished she could offer him some kind of comfort, but no words came to mind. She settled for something physical -- reaching out a hand for his shoulder (doing her best not to disturb the resting Morgan) only to freeze as a figure suddenly appeared in the passenger seat of the car -- her car -- next to Brody.

Before she could process it, there it was again. That mind-bending, stomach-churning feeling of space and time bending. Addy instinctively closed her eyes and braced herself against the seat in front of her, feeling the momentum of the Civic shift as Brody slammed on the brakes and brought the little car screeching to a halt. When she opened her eyes again, Adelaide somehow wasn't surprised to see the gates of Vitae Colony awaiting them. She felt bile rise in her throat from a sudden wave of nausea, but managed to tamp it down, only for a headache to settle in instead. Addy glanced down at Morgan, running a hand along her cheek. "Hey, we're back, mon loup," she murmured. "How are you feeling?"

NanLia

 

[Eliasdagood]

Tara nods. “Yeah. The pack here and my nest had to infiltrate and stage a coup to get the people here to let us get a word in edgewise. A lot of their higher ups were more concerned with their own agendas than saving the world, and others were more focused on genocide. So, we let them leave, and now the groups are working together.” She shrugs. “Lots of messy politics.”

Ginny comes back out, smiling. “Alright, they’ve got her. They’ll get in contact with me once they’ve finished their exam. Where to now?”
Skawly

 

[NanLia]

Morgan Leroux ​

Morgan slept soundly through the drive. She'd been awake and aware that they'd arrived at the meeting place but no Angel had showed up. It was worrisome and she knew she should have been far more concerned but exhausting plagued her.

She woke only seconds before the vehicle was teleported, a static electricity sensation to the hairs on the pack of her neck forced her to wake up. She didn't have time to react, hearing a strange voice before they were tossed around again.

At Vitae - Gates​

Being teleported while fully aware was disorienting. Laying down in the backseat of the car half asleep was beyond comprehension. “Not great.” She answered without any of her normal cheerfulness. “Are you two taking me back to the apartments?”

She suddenly dreaded the idea of being left with the pack again. They were a comfort, of course! They were her family and friends but she also knew this came with the family familiarity where she could and would be subjected to lectures on her importance to the pack’s future. Safton

 

[Crono]

Chase Keaton

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Chase had watched Mac as she lowered her own weapon, her hand movements towards her boot where he spotted a hilt made her intention clear. She wanted to make a move, which was fair given their current predicament, while not in great condition Chase was more than willing to push through whatever protests his body might give when it came to the quick movement. Mackenzie's questions were solid, the kind Chase would like to know as well. He wanted to know why the location was prepared specifically for them. The question was quickly answered when a familiar voice came from behind the pair causing Chase to turn halfway in it's direction to find there was a reason for that. Bruce, the hunter from Vitae. Well, some things made sense now, but now there were even more questions. Chase scowled when warned and threatened against making a move in his state or take a silver bullet to the heart, not that he hadn't fully considered it or anything. The hunter also confirmed Mac's earlier thoughts on Will, that he was being detained. Which meant they were on their own in quite the precarious situation.

"Y'know, I'm starting to catch on to this recurring theme of shitbag hunters from Vitae." The man huffed, glancing Mackenzie's direction when Bruce gave the order to kick the guns away, that would be leaving them uncomfortably naked so to speak. They had few choices given the hostage with a scalpel at her throat currently. Chase considered briefly if he and Mackenzie would be able to split up in one quick move to deal with the doctor and his cohort, but it was difficult to say how that'd go. Chase could maybe dive for Bruce, but he knew the mans aim was at least somewhat sharp given he'd been the one to shoot Chase back at Vitae after the New York incident. If by some chance he didn't take a bullet to the heart, if he got his hands on him he might be able to deal with Bruce. Though if he could get his hands on Benton the same might be said, who would have a better shot with who? Rather than immediately doing what was ordered he continued, "So what'd he do, promise to make you as ugly as he is? Immortality doesn't really seem worth it if you have to live in the sewers if you ask me."
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[NanLia]

Mackenzie Cannonach​

Every instinct in Mackenzie screamed at her to leap. To throw the knife at Benton - even if she missed, the slim chance it would be with her skill, he would be distracted enough for Chase and her to get to him and prevent him from killing Danielle. Something delayed her, she knew Benton wasn't alone and knew it had to be someone just as skilled as her to set up the game trail upstairs. Benton didn't seem like he was going to offer any information but she didn't have to wait long to hear the familiar voice.

Her dark eyes never left Benton, despite Bruce approaching from behind. She wrinkled her nose in distaste as he went on to reminince about New York.

On a Hunt​

"Of course you'd like to think back about a time where thousands of innocent people died. Makes sense now why you and Thomas didn't seem to give a shit about what we did." She ignored his request for her to kick away her side arm for the time being. "I think you're forgetting a big part of why we went to New York." She went on, moving slowly along the side of the bed towards the head, making any attempt to close the distance between her and Benton. "You forget about Aiden, for one, and Ash was there, plus Elijah. Did you hear they're having a kid? Now that's some fucked up shit. But you're also forgetting Hypnos ... and Death."

She smirked, tilting her head enough to look at Bruce over her shoulder. "Death made me a promise. He told me himself he'd be here to reap me. He'd watched me die and I'd watch him do nothing to help me." She waved her left hand around at the otherwise empty room. "Fair, I guess you wouldn't see him but assure you he's not here. That means one very important thing: I'm not going to die here ... but you are."
Crono Safton

 

[Skawly]

Sal

The Thrill-Seeker

Sal's eyebrows raised. It sounded like he made good timing arriving at the colony when he did—walking into a nasty political conflict like that certainly wouldn't have been the best of luck.

“Sounds like it,” he said, folding his arms as he leaned his back against the building, “well, it's nice to know I'm not gonna have to start looking over my shoulder every time I step outside.” At least, he hoped. There was already enough to worry about as it was.

After Ginny exited the clinic, Sal shrugged. “I want to pick something up at the store for my sister,” he began, “just some candy or something. Shouldn't take long.”

With his back still pressed against the wall, Sal gestured left with his head. “That way, right?”

Vitae Colony, NE

Neutral

Ginny & Tara Eliasdagood

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[Safton]

Bruce took Chase's jab about hunters from Vitae in stride, but his eyes narrowed when the wolf asked why he was aiding Benton. "It's not about me, Keaton." For the briefest of moments, his eyes flicked down toward the woman laying motionless in the gurney alongside the hunters before glancing up at Mackenzie as she spoke next -- without so much consideration as to turn around and face him as she threw insults his way, before escalating all the way to outright threats.

Bruce stood there, jaw clenched, gripping the pistol tightly in his hands. At the corner of the room, Benton glanced over at him curiously. The ex-hunter looked down at the ground, noting that the intruders hadn't followed his command. "Tell me, Mac," he said, coolly. "Since you're such good friends with Death. Did he mention anything about kneecaps?" The man's aim dipped down and the gun fired. The sound was thunderous and overwhelming in the confined space, reverberating throughout it in a deafening crack. The bullet -- whether through chance or intent -- missed Mac's knee and indeed most of her leg, simply grazing her outer thigh, creating a flesh wound. The projectile continued on, narrowly missing Chase's feet to skip off the concrete floor and ricochet somewhere into the darkness of the basement.

"Are we done playing games?" Bruce demanded, shouting as much to be heard over the ringing in his ears as out of frustration.

NanLia
Crono

 

[Crono]

Chase Keaton

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Chase followed the hunters gaze at the mention of this not being for him. And suddenly it became clear why their were two women here, only one was intended to be a victim. As he worked this out in his head Chase could see Mackenzie moving while she returned the banter about New York. Which honestly he thought she was crazy for doing all things considered, but currently Bruce was far more likely to shoot Chase if he moved. Given their disarmed states the hunter might be perceiving her as less of an immediate threat. Chase's face visibly flinched and raised his hands up to his ears at the pained ringing from the gunshot. The Werewolf's eardrums weren't particularly happy about all of the events of the night.

A momentary concern for the woman's actual kneecap until she hadn't dropped to the floor over the wound, telling him Bruce hadn't hit the target he'd voiced. There'd also been the thought of rushing Bruce after the shot, in that brief window he'd need to take to readjust the gun at Chase but he hesitated and the moment slipped by. "She's dying then." He started saying while lowering his arms again with the ringing still lingering, though one arm outstretched to point at Benton. "And you tracked down this piece of shit to try and save her? Exactly how many people were you going to kill so that she could live!?" The rest of the details were still a mystery but the reasoning behind Benton going after so many people in a short time started to make more sense.
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