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Elijah scoffed as Chase remarked that he probably had time to change. He gestured toward Mac with his head. "And risk this one leaving me behind? Fat chance," he remarked. Almost immediately Erik's footfalls could be heard as he strode up, making his own "clever" jab. Everyone had commentary about Eli's escapade into the pool, it seemed. Eli arched an eyebrow at the demigod. "Doesn't get this warm in London, no. Besides, I sometimes find a quick dip before a hunt refreshing. Keeps me on my toes. You should try it sometime," he remarked dryly. The fact that the young man was brandishing a sledgehammer of all things wasn't lost on him. He had little doubt that the demigod could wield it with the same dexterity that a Elijah himself could wield a mallet, but all the same it hardly seemed fitting. Mackenzie, predictably, had her own thoughts on the matter.

Davenport retreated into the passenger's seat of the truck before anyone else saw fit to comment on his state, but if he thought he'd be safe there he was soon proven wrong... albeit for different reasons. Almost immediately Mac turned to address the three of them like a trio of unruly children before a road trip. Mac warned the three of them -- in no uncertain terms -- that she would make their lives a living hell if she got so much as a scratch on her during the hunt. Not because she was scared. Not because she needed to get back to Will and Skye in one piece. No. But because she wanted to be allowed to keep hunting without Will hounding her. In all honesty, the rant was equal parts amusing and terrifying... and yet Elijah couldn't bring himself to blame the woman for her sentiment. Calling Will "overprotective" would be charitable.

Elijah gave Mac a wink. "Understood, luv. We'll get you back to your Mother Hen safe and sound and make sure you don't break any nails along the way." He glanced down at his floorboard where he had tossed his bag full of clothes, sat alongside his boots. Without a word, as they pulled onto the highway, Eli grasped the wet hem of his shirt and peeled it away from his torso, followed by his pants and socks: arching his back and struggling to maneuver in the tight confines of the passenger seat. If he had any concerns about the others in the truck eyeing him as he changed, he didn't indicate it. Instead, he calmly reached down into the bag he had brought to pull on a fresh -- and more importantly, dry -- pair of jeans, a short-sleeved shirt, socks, and the hiking boots.

As Elijah painstakingly went about the process of undressing & dressing, he spoke up loud enough to be heard over the music. "So, any guesses as to what we're dealing with? Wendigo might not mind a solitary environment in the wilderness, but they consume most of the body down to the marrow. Never heard of them removing a few organs and leaving the rest. Besides, I've never heard of one this far southwest." He paused, glancing back toward Mac and Chase. "And you two did deal with an organ thief back when we were all in Vitae..." his voice trailed off.

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William hobbled out toward the front of the Inn, his prosthesis clicking all the while. He arrived at the lot just in time to see his truck rumbling out onto the roadway, one of Mac's favorite tunes blaring audibly through the windows as she shifted into drive before speeding off toward the Park. He sighed, watching the black silhouette disappear onto the horizon before turning away and lumbering back toward the pool where Ash was with the kids.

He knelt down at the edge alongside them with a weary smile. "I don't even know why I'm surprised at her anymore," he murmured to no one in particular, reaching out to caress Skye's cheek as the girl floated nearby, receiving a coo in return.

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"Order for 'Addy'."

Adelaide stepped forward and took the two steaming drinks in a cardboard drink holder -- along with the hefty cardboard box -- shifting them awkwardly into her hands with a smile at the barista. "Thanks," she murmured before turning to walk toward the back corner of the small coffee & pastry shop. There, seated in the booth, was Morgan. In the wolf Addy felt much of the same awkwardness, apprehension, and anxiety that she felt herself right now... and she didn't have to go digging with her Gift to find it. It was practically rolling off Morgan in waves.

She took a deep breath as she closed the distance, arriving back at the booth and setting the drinks down on either side of the table, glancing at the black scrawl to determine which was which. "Here you go," she said with a meek smile to Morgan. "I think I still remember your order right... but I brought these just in case." She reached into her pocket and removed a large handful of sugar packets and miniature creamer singles, dumping them in front of Morgan.

Addy slid heavily down into the booth across from her companion, setting the drink holder aside before tearing open a pack of Stevia and pouring it into her own coffee, stirring the drink lightly and sipping it, the warm liquid burning all the way down. The witch sighed contently before perking up a bit. "Oh, right." She glanced down pointedly at the cardboard box resting upon the edge of the table. "I saw this and I couldn't resist..." she opened the box to reveal an extra-large cinnamon bun, drizzled with icing, and about the same size as her open hand. "Want to split it with me?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

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The remark about the lack of subtlety with the sledgehammer prompted a laugh and a mildly sheepish look, even as the young man drummed the tune of the song against his leg, he coughed slightly and said "It seemed more appropriate than the nailgun or the drill..." even as he flashed Elijah a smile at the british man's own jive. He regained a more serious demeanour as he said "I don't know how to use a knife, or a gun. A blunt instrument seemed most effective, given my... Heritage." It was certainly true, he'd experience in both wrestling and boxing, though he'd always forced himself to greatly hold back as he grew older, careful as to not kill an opponent in sparring. As far as weapons were concerned, he lacked even the most basic profiency. He said as much, helpfully "I did some wrestling back in college, boxing too, that helpful? It seemed effective against the vampire... But I haven't a clue what a Wendigo is."

After that, with the slightly awkward manner of one that found himself amongst a group that had known eachother for years, he elected to fall silent and listen as though he was attending a lecture in applied chemistry. He had only the faintest clue how he was to approach this, beyond striking whatever leapt at him as hard as he possibly could, and tried to morph his mind into a sponge that drew in every little nugget of wisdom that the older hunters spouted. Certainly, he adopted a serious face and made to nod dutifully at Mac's speech on safety, as though keen to show that he was not about to echew sensibility and give into brashness.

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Chase merely chuckled as Mac turned to tell them that she'd be none too happy if this hunt didn't go smoothly. "Ma'am yes ma'am." Chase said with a mock salute from the backseat. And just like that they were off, with Elijah maneuvering his best in the seat ahead of Chase to change. Chase himself rolled down the window, moving his face into the oncoming wind that it created, letting that help dry out his hair. His interest peaked when the topic of what they were hunting came up. The werewolf leaning forwards against the seat and snaking his head alongside the headrest. "Doc somethingorother right?"[/color] He asked, glancing at Mackenzie. "But we went to stupid lengths to ensure he wouldn't be coming back. If it somehow is him, there's no way it's a coincidence that he's here." The thought that it was a trap didn't entirely escape Chase along that thought process, but the likelihood that it was the same man seemed incredibly unlikely.

"Rugaru doesn't sound likely if it's just their organs either." Chase said alongside Eli's Wendigo thought. "It's always possible Brody and I just never got close enough to where it traveled but...if we did, and didn't catch a whiff of anything it could be something that doesn't give off a scent."




Mackenzie tapped the wheel along with the beat of the song as she focused on the road ahead. She couldn’t help the odd and awkward movements of the man next to her, she glanced his way only to find him dropping his pants to the floor and removing, what she assumed was a dry set of clothing free from the bag at his feet. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the road to the best of her abilities.

She gripped the wheel, her knuckles turning white as she fought the urge to simply watch him dress beside her, convinced that her partners had come to some kind of agreement to distract her from the hunt in the only sure-fire way.

Mac chewed the inside of her cheek while she waited for Eli to be decent once again before joining the conversation he started. “Benton … I think.” She offered to Chase, though wasn’t confident that she had the name correct, despite the hunt being the last one she’d gone on before discovering her pregnancy. “If it is him and he’s back, we’re fucked. We don’t have the power to deal with him again.” She knew the Grace Will had been blessed with was slowly dwindling; she could sense it in him and while they hadn’t discussed it directly, they both knew. “Could be a demon, trying to lure us out. I can think of a few.” She offered, no need to name them for Elijah or Chase, demons were a dime a dozen in their universe, namely the big boss who had her and Ash’s name on a ransom list for his peons.

“Rakshasa, maybe. They eat human flesh, not organs. Ghouls? Wendigo?” She glanced up in the rearview mirror at the pair in the backseat before looking at Eli. “Or just plain old humans.” The experienced hunters had enough run-ins over the years with just everyday average Joe people, being cruel to other humans in the worst kind of ways.




Ashley-May watched Elijah exit the pool and head off to their home to ready himself. He’d left her in trepidation, and she glared at his back, and backside, as he took off. Clearly, the children were disappointed with this, as they both watch him and Uncle Chase disappear behind the cars before looking at her. She shrugged. “They’re working.” She offered, it was the line they told the kids anytime someone was off for a hunt for a period of time.

They were too young to understand what the truth was, though Ash and Eli never attempted to make their hunting conversations covert around Liam; he was a legacy, even if his biological father wasn’t. Elijah had the intent to raise him as his own, and as such, that involve the hunting world. Ash didn’t like the idea of it, in truth, but she certainly couldn’t hide the truth about the world from her son. The consequences could be dire.

What surprised her was when Mac and Will announced that they didn’t want to expose Skye to the reality of their universe. The conversation was tense, Elijah and herself disagreeing, and despite Skye not being their blood, she was just as much their kid as Liam was. Mac making the announcement soon made sense when she simply didn’t want Skye to have the life she did, that eventually, she would know the whole of it but didn’t want the girl to spend years of playing in the pool and at the park, training for future hunts instead.

Ash regained her seat perched on the unicorn rainbow float, her sodden hat replaced on her head and glasses on her nose as Will approached the pool and paid attention to the kids. “They left you behind?”



Morgan sat quietly in the booth in the corner of her preferred coffee shop in the “town” closets to the Inn. It could hardly be called that, though she supposed the population here, nearing two thousand, was far larger than her own home of Borseti. It meant that this place had the small-town feel of getting to know the business owners but also the anonymity of civilians on the day-to-day. It also meant that this place was large enough to have amenities most small towns didn’t have, like a bowling alley and movie theater.

She smiled her thanks to Addy as she handed her the paper cup, topped with whipped cream and chocolate flakes. She immediately took a sip of the Mocha Frappuccino, surprised and hearted that Addy had remembered what she’d liked after so long. Before she could offer her thanks Addy offered to split the cinnamon bun with her. “Thanks.” She flushed, accepting the half offered and taking a bite. It rivaled Mac’s own confections, though she knew she was biased. Mac always made food that reminded her of home, and maybe that was why she hadn’t become homesick the past few months.

Morgan only felt mildly guilty suggesting this place to Addy for their first date. This had been the place that Brody had introduced to her on their own first date a couple of weeks ago and it felt appropriate and comforting for this truly awkward experience. After Adelaide had left Borseti to join the White Witches Council out West, she and Brody had closed the gap in their friendship and became something more. With Addy’s return, Brody expressed to her that he’d been previously interested in Adelaide but had never acted on the impulse because he’d believed that she and Addy had something.

Truth was, she and Addy hadn’t talked about it. They were close, closer than any friends had the right to be, but their time at Borseti had been strained. Morgan had the responsibility of the pack on her shoulders with Emile injured and recovering. It was a task she’d been preparing for her whole life and it had left her feeling drained. No time left in her life for anything but keeping up with the demands of the pack and that left her and Addy with nothing…

The Trio had come up with an agreement, that they would simply date one another and see where it went.

“How's the craft going with Mac and Erik?” She asked politely, trying to break the awkwardness she felt with some common ground.


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Erik's confusion at the mention of a wendigo wasn't lost on Elijah. He knew that they still had a lot of ground to cover with the demigod when it came to his "training". Adelaide had taken the lead on helping him to harness his gifts and Eli, as it happened, was training him in the more mundane aspects of hunting whenever they had the time: lore, how to do proper research, tracking a creature once he'd picked up its proverbial (or actual?) scent, killing methods... all of it. Even with occasional input from William, Mac, and Brody it hadn't been quick nor simple. Eli was a legacy born into one of the most prestigious hunting dynasties in Europe: his family along with the Men of Letters had poured over two decades of time, money, and other resources into honing him into a monster-hunter. Now their motley band of misfits was expected to give the son of a god a crash course in "Monster-Slaying 101" while operating out of a roadside lodge in backwoods Arizona.

There was probably some kind of strange irony buried in there.

Elijah pushed the thoughts away as Mackenzie and Chase both gave their commentary on Benton and potential alternative identities for their culprit in the Park. In truth, while the organ thievery and the proximity to themselves was an interesting connection, Eli had no reason to doubt his companions when they stated that the doctor wasn't responsible. From what he had been told of that hunt, they had been... very thorough in disposing of Benton -- up to and including salting & burning his remains. Even demons didn't come back from that.

Eli nodded. "I tried to pack a little bit of everything," he remarked. "The basics like silver, iron, and salt of course. Some fuel for starting a fire. If it does end up being one of our friends from down below, well..." he glanced pointedly at the sheathed Kurdish dagger that rest on the dash where he had laid it before undressing. "Unfortunately we're lacking on anything more... esoteric."


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William smiled ruefully down at Ashley-May as water dripped down from the brim of her hat down into the blonde tresses of her hair, though she didn't seem to mind. "Yeah," he remarked. "I guess I should count myself lucky Mac even bothered to stop by the room and tell me she was going."

He sighed. "I can't say it was a total surprise, though," Will said. "It's been a long time coming. You know her even better than I do. Mac isn't exactly... a homebody. She's been getting restless, wanting to get back out there. Anything I could say only made it worse." Will shook his head. "Sorry, I shouldn't put this on you."

Skye kicked her legs -- largely fruitlessly -- as she reached up toward Will. "Da-da," she babbled.

Will grinned at his baby girl. "All done, lovebug?" he asked softly. "C'mon." He reached down, hefting her up and out of the pool before drying her off with a nearby towel. "Did you have fun?" he cooed. "You ready to lay to go lay down?"

"Thanks for looking after her," he said in an aside to Ash, giving her a genuine smile.


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Adelaide smiled watching Morgan indulge in her drink, followed by the pastry -- hardly needing to use her gift to detect the satisfaction seeping from her mind. Addy took her turn next, slicing off a small bit of the confection before stabbing at it with her fork and guiding it to her mouth. The cinnamon-coated pastry practically melted in her mouth and she closed her eyes, savoring the flavor as she resisted the urge to let out a hum of contentment.

However, the buffer of food and drink could only last for so long, she knew. Objectively, she knew this awkwardness she felt around Morgan was absurd. They had been close friends for quite some time now... possibly more. And it was the "more" part that somehow managed to trip them up every time. Addy had been in relationships before and none of them had managed to be this complicated. Not even Will: the broken Soldier-turned-hunter-turned-Nephilim. Yet one wayward glance or misplaced word from Morgan, her joli louve, had her tongue-tied and with butterflies in her stomach like she was back in high school.

And that was without even bringing the whole can of worms that was Brody into the situation. These wolves would be the death of her... but she wasn't going anywhere.

Addy realized suddenly that she was gripping her paper cup like a vice and subtly took a deep breath to settle herself... just in time for Morgan to break the silence between them. She smiled at the question, realizing Morgan was trying to bridge the gap. "They're doing well, all things considered. You know Mac. She's... intense, once you set her to a task. Her dedication or attention-to-detail isn't the issue. The only thing holding her back is that sometimes she tries too much to think of it the same way a mechanic would. She approaches witchcraft and rituals the same way she does fixing up the Beast: trying to make everything fit perfectly. The perfect parts, the perfect ratios, at the perfect alignments. Rigid." Addy's tone was thoughtful as she spun her coffee cup idly on its base atop the table.

"There's a place for all that, don't get me wrong. You can't go throwing ingredients into a bowl willy-nilly. You could end up killing yourself or worse. But recently I've tried to tell her to start thinking of it as more art than science, to approach it the way she does her other passion." Adelaide paused as she realized that could mean one of a number of unsavory things before clarifying: "Cooking. You ever seen Mac as relaxed and creative as she is when she's making a making a meal for all of us in the kitchen and thinks no one else is watching? No less dedicated, no less attentive... but more free-spirited."

Adelaide shrugged. "As for Erik, truth is I'm learning as much as he is. Divine magic wasn't exactly my specialty. I learned a little more from the Council, but it was a crash course at best. We're taking it slow, testing his limits, seeing what he's capable of. He feels like Thor superficially, but he's definitely his own person. I'm not sure either of us know where this is going, but we're doing our best to figure it out."

She chuckled sheepishly, running a hand along her face. "I'm sorry. You were just trying to be polite and I'm ranting over here about everyone else and their magic stuff. This is supposed to be--" Addy paused. What had she been about to say? "A date"? That's what this was, right? That was the agreement... though none of them had been so bold as to label it and put it into words.

Adelaide swallowed the lump in her throat. "...about us," she settled for with a warm smile, locking eyes with Morgan from across the small table. Her free hand slid across its slick top surreptitiously... stopping just short of Morgan's "personal space" in a silent invitation as Addy's heart pounded in her chest.

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