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Hell Comes Knocking
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    [div class=picbox][div class=locbox]Location: Shell Gas Station, Newark, NJ
    Tags: None
    Mentions: Hell0NHighWater Hell0NHighWater GuavaJuiceXI GuavaJuiceXI @ Anyone Else[/div][div class=name]Luíza[/div]

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    The old Luiza would have never sat back and watched as the people around her fought a monster. She would have jumped right in with a wicked grin on her face, yelling obscenities at the damn thing.
    Ugly bastard! Hunter Luiza screeched in delight, bloodlust leeching into her voice. Wincing as she watched Luci nearly get swatted by the creature, Luiza decided she needed more than her little knives to help attack this thing. Shoving one back into its sheath in her boot, she stepped back from Luci and Rhys for but a moment, fumbling through her backpack to find her most prized weapon. Though at the moment it was but a hilt, she pulled it from her bag, giving it a flip as it emerged and the blade sprung from its once hidden position folded neatly into the hilt.
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    It had been her main weapon of choice in nearly every fight she'd ever had as a hunter, and just holding the weapon made a smile briefly flicker across her impassive face. Memories tugged at her mind.
    The blade cleanly sliced through a vampires neck as Luiza ducked and dodged, weaving her way through enemies as she flipped the blade open and back closed to allow her room to maneuver. A malicious grin was spread across her face as she decapitated another, its gurgling screams giving her a twist of sick pleasure in her gut. Five down, the few remaining started to back away as Luiza’s dark eyes shot hungry looks at them, rivulets of blood collecting where each piece of the blade sit neatly against each other then running down to the tip. With hurried glances at each other, the vampires retreated, their will to live stronger than the desire to continue to combat the hunter. They’d need a larger group than that to kill her. As they left, Luiza knelt, procuring a heavy cloth that she then used to wipe the blood from her sword, carefully cleaning it in all its crevasses before folding it back up and sliding it through a loop in her belt.
    She wasn’t satisfied, of course. The hatred she felt burned bright still, and she wished without a doubt that they had stayed. For a moment, the thought of chasing them crossed her mind. Shaking her head to herself, she stood and turned away, ready to return home.

    As Luiza woke from her brief stasis, she realized the omnibus was near incapacitated, Rhys having done something to it that left a gaping hole in its chest, head now bowed as it silently screamed. Tendrils wrapped around the creature’s limbs, holding him in a useless, vulnerable position. With a start, Luiza realized they meant for her to kill it. Rhys looked expectantly at her, and then she looked to Luci, who fiercely demanded she kill it. With more confidence than she’d had in quite some time, the prophet grinned, dashing towards the thing with inhuman speed, driving her sword straight through its chest, where it pierced its heart, blade driven so hard it exited through the creature's back. The omnibus howled, and Luiza twisted her sword, tearing open the damned thing's heart as she drove the knife in her left hand into its neck, where a human might have a spine. Unsure if this was the right move, she stepped back, withdrawing her blades, hoping for the best but having little faith in what she’d done.
    You show some hope yet. Her inner voice mused. Sad you don’t use what was gifted to you.
    The mark, it spoke of. A blessing and a curse now that she was a prophet. Oblivious to the dying monsters around them, she looked at her hand, where the familiar symbol still was. It surprised her every time she looked that it was still there. Looking back at Rhys and Luci her smile faded. Man she hoped that thing was dead.
    Lets get the fuck out of here.”
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    Hell Comes Knocking
  • Ezra:
    Location: Inside gas station, fighting the last 2 hellhounds.

    Leaving behind: Artificial Angel Artificial Angel Lakyr Lakyr
    In contact with: Epiphany Epiphany

    Sons of a Hellhound bitch! These things kept coming. Well, no time like the present to abandon his fellow defenders and make a run for the vehicles.

    Using telekinesis to form a barrier out of debris between him and the two remaining Hellhounds (unknowingly killing one when the knocked over bleach and ammonia fell into its open mouth), Ezra scrambled back towards the door where Rhys and some others were fighting the creepy bone thing. Just as he managed to get close enough to see the skeleton monster drop.

    Not bothering to help finish it, Ezra vaulted over its shoulders and ran towards a familiar redhead. Shit. There was the shadowy form of a Black Eyed Demon partway merged into her. Reaching deep into himself for the full force of his contempt for the situation (ruined sleep, having to fight, and a potential girlfriend being put in danger) and thrust it into the thing.

    Location: Inside Emma's mind.
    The Black Eyed Demon sneered at the soul of the Human before it, then dropped to its knee equivalents as overpowering force of will slammed into it. It will only be stunned for a few moments until it realizes the feeling isn't coming from a stronger demon and starts fighting again.

    Location: Right across from Emma.
    Ezra looked around for something he could use to damage the demon. He lucked out one time with a weird-looking demon ice weapon but it had melted after it risen above freezing. Spotting a wicked-looking dagger among the fallen debris, he snatched it up and stabbed it into the black mass of the black eyed demon outside Emma's body.

    Nothing happened. Ezra tried again. Nothing happened. Ezra tried again. Nothing happened. Ezra tried again. Nothing happened.

    Torn between helping out Emma specifically (attractiveness bias striking again) and saving himself, Ezra decided to split the difference and watch out for enemies here. At least if Emma ended up possessed he'd know it this way. And he'd scored a cool-looking dagger. Sweet.
     
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  • Hell Comes Knocking
    Luci
    Hell0NHighWater Hell0NHighWater Paarthurnax Paarthurnax
    As the Young prophet drives her blade through the abominations flesh, the creature let out a sickening roar. Luci's eyes grew wide, along with his grin. "Lets get the fuck our of here." He hears the prophet say. But, He wasn't done with the beast. Luci walks up to the omnibus, and straddles it. Are you just going to let him get away with what he did!? MAKE SURE he's really dead. He begins furiously punching the abominations face. Left, and right, left, and right. The monsters jaw pops off, spraying blood all over his face. Alas, he does not stop. Luci keeps punching, over, and over, and over again. ITS ALL OF HIS FAULT! HE MADE YOU DO THIS TO HIM! HE TRIED TO KILL YOU FIRST! ITS YOURE RIGHT! Luci's thoughts ring throughout his head. "A-AHHHH!" Luci yells, gripping his head. He slides off the behemoth, and curls up in the fetal position next to the corpse, sobbing. "What wrong with me?! Why did I do that?" Luci whimpers out. His chest hurts, He wants the pain to stop. To just go away. Luci looks at his bloody hands, and wipes them on his pants, trying to clean them off. He... committed a sin, a cardinal sin. He...was a murderer. He failed Maria.
     
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    [/div][div class=statusText]Location: Shell Gas Station
    Tags: Lu-lu the Prophet Paarthurnax Paarthurnax Sinnamon Bun GuavaJuiceXI GuavaJuiceXI Damsel In Distress Rui Rui Secretly-a-half-step-away-from-hell-omg-please-run BasiliskVeranda BasiliskVeranda
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    The blade plunged straight through that beasts heart, if it had one. It let out a silent howl before it's body fell into a limp mass of bone and cloth. Rhys took a step forward and toed the monster, keeping his gun trained at it's head just in case it lurched up and decided to attack. When the Omnibus didn't move, Rhys took the time to glance up at the prophet. The wicked little tilt to her lips faded, seeming to snap out of whatever mood had befallen her.

    "Don't need to tell me twice."

    Rhys turned to look at Luci, a bit of concern leaking onto his features as he watched the younger boy cradle his hand.
    "Kiddo, am I going to need to teach you how to throw a punch?" He teased with a slight rueful slant to his lips, the joke however was lost by the sudden growls and screeches of more of hell's minions behind them. Rhys turned back to the body of the felled demon, watching as it's body began to cave in a dust like residue billowed into the air and in the center of the corpse's body sat a small pack, brown and a bit dusty. Leaning down, he grabbed it by the strap and slung it over his left shoulder. They would have to look at it later, right now they didn't have time--

    Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone fall, a Hell hound hovering over them with the promise of death. He took a step back as something slammed past him, a stream of curses and colorful phrases falling past his lips at the sight of Ezra running out of the gas station just ahead of them. Excuse you. His gaze shifted back to Luci and Luiza, his lips pressing into a firm line as the two of them made their move out the exit. Well...Luiza was, Luci on the other hand was too busy screaming and punching the carcass of the Omnibus. Rhys crouched down beside him, looking at the kid with a mix of concern and a light amount of irritation. But he didn't want him to die because he was too stuck in his own thoughts.
    "Luce. Look at me okay?" He pressed a gentle hand to the teens shoulder, waiting for him to look up before continuing.
    "Luci, I need you to keep it together. Just until we make it out of here alright? Take the gas can and see if you can get some of it in the truck." He paused for a second as he stood and handed over the container. After another second he looked at the prophet with the seriously cool sword.

    "Watch him. I'll follow you in a bit." Without waiting for their protests, Rhys turned back into the fray.

    This was stupid.

    The exit was right there.

    But damn him and his white knight bullshit. He just couldn't find it in him to leave someone behind. Rhys sprinted towards the front of the store, the soles of his shoes slid against something slick causing him to skid forward across the tiles. He tried not to think about what that was. The hell hound was baring down on the silver haired witch, preparing to tare out her delicate throat. Rhys raised his gun, that blue fire curling around the weapon as the bullet discharged. The hound flew off her, and Rhys was there a millisecond later offering his hand to the witch. Azure eyes glowed in the darkness, a light the thrummed under his skin and illuminated his veins in brilliant white. He didn't look human just then, there was an expression less look to him as if he had been carved from the finest stone. As soon as she took his hand, he pulled her to his feet. Rhys looked down at the witch, not looking at the revenants that began to circle around.

    "Grab what you can and go. Now."
    There was no room for argument.

    A revenant lunged just as Rhys turned, palm resting against the dead's head and watching in satisfaction as it burned from the inside out.
    ''Finish that son of a bitch! and let's loot some libraries!"

    He knew that voice. Recognition sparked something inside him that was warring with the feeling of absence that had settled inside him. Rhys didn't understand what was happening, it was like he didn't have control of the way he moved, of how things burned at his touch. It was as if he were a puppet in his own body.
    Heavy foot fells reached his ears and it took him a second to realize that it was him, he was the one moving towards the monster that had been brought down by a huntress and afflicted. The giant looked up and bellowed, something loud and incomprehensible to his ears and yet, he smiled.

    "The more you struggle, the better the show is. So by all means, hellion, scream, after all Justice has never come without a little pain."
    The beast let out a loud almost blood curdling roar, clutching at the fabric over his head.
    Something was wrong.
    He shouldn't have been able to do that.
    Relax, child. I am not here to hurt you.

    Rhys stopped moving. That voice. It was his own, but it wasn't and he couldn't be completely sure of what was happening. Only that he was a passenger when he should be the driver.
    He watched the mass of revenants swarm in, like disgusting flies drawn to honey.
    At this rate, Nik and Alaska would not only be cut off from the exit, but they would be overwhelmed.
    You can't save everyone, child.
    Rhys narrowed his eyes on where Nik was fighting, a frown forming on his face that was much more akin to his normal facial expression. He might not be able to, but he could sure as fuck save them. A power he didn't know he had pulsed at his fingertips and Rhys briefly wondered if this is what it would feel like when his soul was no longer his own.

    In the darkness of the store, two eyes appeared, glowing like miniature suns.

    Beneath the two glowing blue eyes, appeared a grin that split the man's face with it's rows of straight impossibly white teeth.

    Fire sparked at his fingertips, small flames jumping in the air as if dancing to a tune.

    He brought two fingers to his mouth and blew, a sharp whistle rang crisp in the air, catching the attention of a majority of the revenants. Their black eyes gazed at him with that hallow blood lust. They started towards him, changing targets, but were too slow. Rhys was already there, a wave of holy fire blazing behind him. He used his knife to weave in and out, the scent of burning flesh only seemed to spur the divine on and within minutes he had cut a clean path right to the Axeman. It growled, low in it's throat, and Rhys tilted his head to the side as if studying it. He held the knife in his left hand, twisting it in the firelight as if it could slice up the rays, his expression exaggerated by the dark shadows around his eyes. In the flicker of flame there was a shadow that spread behind him, for a moment it looked as if the blessed man had sprouted wings and then they were gone. A coincidence that could have been written off as a trick of the light.

    Rhys raised his right hand and placed it on the Axeman's head. The cloth was coarse, and smoke sizzled from where his skin touched the tainted entity. A white light flared are the Axeman's head reared back, a scream lodged in it's throat as it too was incinerated from the inside out.

    He pulled his hand away, the palm red and throbbing. The whole room seemed to stop, a hell hound growled and Rhys turned his head to the noise. Somewhere in the store that same beast let out a whimper of pain. Turning on the heels of his boots, he started walking back towards the back exit, glowing azure eyes lingering on Nik as he moved towards him. The revenant that had inched closer took a step back as if thrown off by his presence. Rhys smiled and turned to look at the afflicted man. There was a gentleness to his expression that offset the bloodthirsty look in his blazing blues.

    "Now would be the time to run."
    He looked at Alaska and made a short nod towards the exit, the power inside him flickered as if something was starting to leave. He didn't have a lot of time. The calmness that had previously settled over him turned into panic and the fires that licked at his hands and shone in his eyes receded.

    Rhys stood in the center of carnage, holy fire blazing around them. He blinked, turning back towards the duo with a bit of a shocked expression. A vampire hissed, stepping forward, it's white eyes glaring directly at Rhys. He took half a step back, grasping onto Nik's arm. "We should really start running now!
    With that he began sprinting towards the exit, using his free hand to pull at Alaska as he passed in case she hadn't gotten the memo to get the fuck out.

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    [div class=biggie] HELL COMES KNOCKING
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    “To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's.”[/div]

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    NIKLAS LIAM VOSS

    [div class=speakeasy]LOCATION:xxxx Gas Station From Hell > GTFO?

    OOC:xxxx oh no we broke him.

    TAGS:xxxx Chise_Robin_ Chise_Robin_ Hell0NHighWater Hell0NHighWater

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    As Alaska started talking, Nik started counting the breaths he was taking, in and out. He held his breath when he could, to the count of five, and then he'd exhale. He forged ahead, but burdened himself to strike more slowly, move with more deliberate actions, instead of erratic and kinetic as they usually were—a man on a tether, flinging from enemy to enemy. Suspended by the unseen sin that lavished him with gifts yet wouldn't take his hand, and instead, drove him to madness for it.

    That was the hardest part. His wicked smiles held a lonely heart, and that was very probably case for why he had been assailed by the denizens of brimstone and persuaded to follow the shade. He could possibly be anyone's if they'd just make the effort, and the one making the most effort was the side that had razed the earth to the ground, and yet it was still not enough.

    His cup didn't runneth over with what he needed, it was being boiled within his own hands as he was forced to hold it, evaporating what purity was left, to scald his skin. What a harrowing cruelty to give a man who did nothing but love a woman, the child within, and a handful of the best friends anyone could ask for, ever.

    Bringing himself back down to earth meant slowing his actions, taking in more oxygen, and listening to every single word she said, even if he couldn't offer that many in return. She fought beside him, she spoke, he struck a hellhound sideways through the head, stepped back, like a careful, careful dance. Weaving between enemies together, her words making music and markers of the air, that he'd pinpoint and cling to.

    He couldn't waiver. As though one wrong step in any direction, too quickly, with too much vigor, and too much passion, would cause the levy to break. He felt like a tourist in his own waking dream, outside of himself, detached, as he fought alongside a woman he'd be honored to call a friend. She was going the extra mile, even if she didn't understand it, she was helping to save his life. Not through the fighting, not through their shared goal of survival with feet, and fists, weapons and strikes.

    But in simply speaking whatever came to her mind, whatever fell from her lips, to keep the blond from completely falling over the edge and into the many red-tipped hands that clutched at him within the ether. Spindling from the black that he was sure he could actually smell, in sulfur and crags of smoke.

    Come, because this is too hard now, and you've fought for too long, and this is Euphoria.

    But that was clipped away with a sentence, by the State he honored diligently with protection and camaraderie. If he made it out, humanity as intact as possible, he owed her something fierce.

    ''I want to watch old movies, to listen to good bands again!. You know the best rock bands lived around 80 years ago? Almost a century and i still listen to their songs!'' He cracked a grin, it broke away the black stain that was painting itself across his mind, scraped it back like a palette knife on raw canvas.

    "That would be...the best," he managed that sentence as best he could, it suffered in his throat. Nik let his dark blue eyes trail over the scenes of chaos before him, then land on Alaska, her mouth still moving, but he almost couldn't make out the words anymore. But as she was rambling so intently, they snatched him back again, and a hellhound reared nearer, pulled back its ears and spit out an inhuman howl, ready to fight the man between two worlds.

    He managed to send it flying, but he was growing slower. Because he had to still his heart.

    ''I want to go to a library! A big ass library with real old books that smell like vanilla! You know what occurred to me? People don't care about books during the apocalypse! Who'd steal books? Let's go loot a library!''

    And now, now she was crying. That much he saw, he started to recognize...God those tears. He had to be stronger than this, but this group of survivors had caught him at the end of his grace, he was already running on the fumes of his soul now, but he...wanted to at least make another lap around the lake. With his head on a shoulder, some anachronistic song playing against the light that filtered through trees, eyes closed, a pleasant smile. Something warm. Like when you cruise around on vacation, sleep making your head heavy, and the light hitting your closed eyes, painting skin-red and then yellow, yellow, gray, red. When the trees obscured the lemon-yellow sun from your face, the colors changed.

    He just wanted another one of those, whatever they were called. Happy days.

    ''Finish that son of a bitch! and let's loot some libraries!"

    He couldn't make this move, and she didn't know that.

    And instead, someone else did.

    Someone else swept in there with brilliant blue eyes and a body filled to the brim with immaculate, blazing vengeance against the stain and sin against the land. A stain made manifest by the Revenants, the Vampires, the Black Eyed Demons, the hellhounds, and everything in between. It fell off of him in waves of heat and light that Nik could very specifically feel, like vines through the fallow, and as he witnessed whatever power and glory that had blessed their fearless leader, he wondered.

    Wondered.

    As his eyes went glassy, and he was left awestruck at the careful placement of a winged shadow, at the holy fire brimming behind, at the way the dogs of hell and the Revenants shirked back, he wondered.

    If, perhaps—he thought, as he tilted his head to the side, his blades slack in his hands—Rhys' own cup was overflowing.

    And if he'd be drowned in the laced fauna of sage, in the rose water, of God's blessed golden chalice.

    In antitheses of the scruffy blond who was now being urged forward by that very same blessed hand that wielded such incomprehensible glory of varying degrees. That hand sent pain through his arm, a crackling of electric heaven on high through the cuts he had received, and in some parts, lacerations. Strong fingered, writhing pulses of purity, what did this all mean? Nik affixed his blades to his belt, mind still in a blur, the edges of his vision red and watercolored.

    Why were there so many assholes crawling up from the muck of the great black and burning void of shit? Why were they so relentless?

    He ran on, as told, but as he ran, his gaze turned to Rhys, and his eyes said everything all at once. All those questions, absolutely no answers.

    For what was happening to him, the afflicted man who had done nothing but good in all his days to earn this badge of filth, for why they were being pounded down upon so hard, for the questions about beloved Diana's painted ghost across these survivors he had only recently met, for the questions about rose water, and cups, and what this all meant.

    Trying to find the answers to all this in the piercing blue eyes of a stranger, and finding nothing. The water spilled from just one of Nik's eyes, in a line of titantium white suspended in linseed oil, and he ran, and he looked at Alaska, and his heart worried for the tears she had given. And all these gifts, so precarious, so easily destroyed, so easily removed, and ripped apart, bled and broken, and they were safe now he hoped, he said nothing.

    Because he couldn't speak fast enough to float the flowers of his thoughts from his throat to his tongue, and past his teeth. And if they had stopped running at some point, he'd find himself smoking, not speaking. And if they got far enough away, he'd have his arms wrapped across his chest, a far-away look on his eyes.

    And if asked how he was doing, he'd toss a grin, wide, and bright, and his dark blue eyes would look gray like dark rain clouds, because he didn't know how to answer that question right now.
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    [div class=speakeasy]“The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.”[/div][/div]

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  • STELLA:
    Location: Running
    Mentions: Hell0NHighWater Hell0NHighWater

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    He...saved her.

    Watching the bullet rip through the creature above her, she felt more shock than ever in her life.
    She expected death.
    A short moment of pain then an eternity of darkness.
    She got life,
    And two eyes the color of glass at twilight looking back at her.
    At that moment, she felt blessed.
    She felt a stirring in her heart so profound in its depth that it almost hurt.
    Almost.
    Instead it was a warmth, on the razors edge of burning, that settled comfortably, and spurned her forwards to follow him,
    Him, her wonderful him.
    He had saved her, after she went into his mind, after she stupidly put that snake back on him, after she shamelessly barred herself in the gas station, after it all.
    And he saved her.
    She couldn’t wrap her head around why.
    Was it the affliction, the ‘blessing’ as they called it that would eventually consume him?
    She liked to think otherwise.
    As her bare feet pounded the tile, then the icy cement, then the snow, she could think only of him.
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    “Christian?”
    She got no reply for a moment, yet she didn’t worry, she knew he was probably napping. Regular humans got tired so quickly at night. They needed caffeine or something. She’d brought him a coffee. Dark roast, one cream, no sugar, just how he liked it. Usually she made him cold brew every Sunday, so he’d have it for the week.
    Their apartment was small, dark, and littered with her bits and bobbles for spells and what not. She had an array of potted flowers, all night blooming, so their apartment always smelled like jasmine and lilies, yet as she stepped into the living room, that isn’t what she smelled.
    She smelled death.
    Her blood ran cold.
    He was there, on the floor by the dark oak coffee table. He was alive, but the smell of death enveloped him like an overpowering cologne.
    The coffee burned her legs as she dropped it. The stains would never come out of the carpet.
    She knelt by his side, sobbing, screaming for hours and hours.
    There was so much blood.
    His eyes were gone, those beautiful eyes, the shade of glass at twilight, plucked out of his head with a precision she couldn’t fathom.
    He was losing too much blood.
    She could see his eyes, sitting on the carpet no more than a foot away.
    They were watching her.
    They watched silently as he died,
    As she screamed,
    As she cursed God, Satan, and whoever else would listen.
    Whoever else would let this happen.
    She had called the paramedics but they never came.
    They wouldn’t come to that side of town.
    No one came to get the body, either.
    She had to wrap him up, in that purple blanket she’d knitted him. She didn’t want to put him in that, but their linens were white, and the blood would stain them.
    Like the carpet.
    So she wrapped him in the purple blanket.
    It had been her Christmas gift to him; she didn’t celebrate it, but he made her one year, and they’d chopped down a tree so big it wouldn’t fit inside. So they’d used an extension cord, lights, dollar store ornaments, and had Christmas on the fire escape. They hung stockings on the ladder. He nearly got frostbite, and she sat in the hot bath with him for three hours until he was warm again. They slept under that blanket that night, and he’d hummed merry Christmas against her shoulder, and they’d laughed, until rolled over and gave him a kiss that made him stop.


    She delivered him to the funeral home, and they glared at her, the witch so obviously different, dark.
    She wasn’t family, or his spouse, so she wasn’t permitted any further. They took him away, and she couldn’t even fucking bury him.
    They gave her the ring, at least, the one in his pocket.
    He had seemed nervous the night before, now she knew why. He was never good at asking big questions like ‘do you want to move in?’ Or ‘will you go out with me?’
    They said sorry, at least, and gave her his ring. She had it on a chain, a necklace. She couldn’t wear the ring.
    He hadn’t asked, she hadn’t said yes.
    She would’ve said yes in a heartbeat.
    They unwrapped him, and they gasped.


    She closed her eyes.

    She couldn’t see it again.

    They accused her, and she ran.
    She left their apartment, with the coffee and blood stained carpet, but she took the eyes.
    She buried them in the hard soil by the Brooklyn bridge, where she’d found a cave to stay in for the time being.
    She wondered where they were now,


    those eyes that looked like glass at twilight.
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    ____________________

    She was becoming out of breath, and she swore the tears that ran from her eyes were freezing on her cheeks, but she needed to keep moving, or she’d be left to be consumed.
    In her arms was a small bag she’d been filling from the aisles. She’d loaded it with any kind of useful thing she saw. Snacks, a lighter, some oil, coolant, water, and her dress.
    She held it tightly, like she’d once held him.
     
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  • HELL COMES KNOCKING: TERRA

    As Terra was unconcious, he remembered scenes from his favorite video games and spells from those games. He tries to lift up his body, in a fortunate turn of events, he does wake up from his slumber. He remembers a white tonic that the old woman gave to him this morning and tries to grab it from his bag. He sees it in a waterbottle with a label that reads, 'Drink when necesarry, Only for 10 minutes!', which made Terra comfused but he drank it anyway. He felt a surge of power enter his body and stay. He realized he could create anything and cast any spell. He started with a simple Curaga, which made him felt more stronger. He saw a hellhoind and used Stopga on it, and it worked. The dog could not move but he had a big idea up his head that he would like to test out. He held his sword up high above his head and looked at every monster in the room that is currently with him. His eyes glowed a bright white and shouted, "Light", which made a bunch of star shaped bullets appear and fire at the monsters, he was a machine gun of light. He then suddenly said, "Malevolous Winds!", which made a tornado appear and swoop up the hellhounds and then tore their body apart. As Terra was having fun with his newly found powers, he realized that he was running out of time and decided to cast haste on himself and ran as fast as he could ouside the gas station and reached the cars where he cast Group Curaga and stayed there silently, as the gas station was in complete chaos.
     
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    Artificial Angel Artificial Angel


    At some point the other man had left his side, seemingly running out the back door. James couldn't hold that against him, it wasn't getting any better in there. But he couldn't leave yet, not as long as others were still fighting. He had to keep some monsters off their backs. He also had to get the bearer of light out, who had healed his arm. He looked towards the entrance where more monsters kept swarming in and then into the room to see the big thing with the axe. They had to kill it or stop it if they wanted to get out and the ones fighting it couldn't use other beasts annoying them. So he stepped in front of the entrance, slicing down one revenant as he goes and then tries to stop as many things coming his way as he could. He was stabbing, slicing, dodging, kicking and punching a storm of enemies bringing down as possible. It looked like pure chaos, but there was a sense to every single move he made. He heard how the big one fell to the ground and smiled. They'd need a little more time, so he kept fighting.

    At one point a hellhound bit into his leg, forcing him down to one knee. In return, he thrust his blade into the side of its throat, punched it off his leg and slashed its head off. He got back up again and continued his dance with the blade and the legions of hell. Okay, not the legions of hell but their dogs and some of the lower-class soldiers. He saw a fire out of the corner of his eyes that was different than the hellhounds weak flames. He looked towards the source of it just to see Rhys with flaming fingertips, whistling. James watched in astonishment as the man cut his way through revenants and hellhounds, flames blazing behind him.

    That was the moment he had waited for. James turned towards his backpack and the unconscious man, just to notice that he wasn't unconscious anymore. Instead, he was getting to his feet faintly glowing. "And I thought I'd have to carry you out of-" his words faltered as the man began casting spells. James grabbed his backpack and flung it over a shoulder, then turned towards the room to see piles of dead monsters, a fire quickly spreading and people, including Rhys and Nik, running out the door. He wanted to say something about getting the hell out there, but the spellcasting wielder of light already started to run outside with insane speed. James hurried after quickly, kicking a more than half dead revenant into the face as it tried to grab his ankle.
     
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  • [div class=Gradient][/div][div class=Container][div class=Background][div class=BackBox][div class=Side][div class=IconBox][div class=Icon][/div][/div][div class=SideTitle]Alaska[/div][div class=SideBox][div class=HiddenScrollSide]Location: Shell gas station
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    Hell0NHighWater Hell0NHighWater
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    HELL COMES KNOCKING

    Nik seamed as if he was in a trance, as if her words barely reached him. The creature now was struggling more and she couldn't hold him any longer. She still clutched the chain tightly pulling scratching and cutting the palms of her hands as the creature tugged back on it.

    "The more you struggle, the better the show is. So by all means, hellion, scream, after all Justice has never come without a little pain." Rhys's voice came shattering as he got closer,his eyes now almost seemed as if they lit the entire store. The whistle that followed.....the revenants..... Rhys's hand on the creature's head..... and the humbling light that followed. That wasn't Rhys anymore.

    ''we should really get out now She was pulled up by him and ran in silence still awestruck. She was in the middle, running between two opposites, light at it's extreme edge, and the deepest pit of darkness. Blue eyes found their way to Alaska's worried ones, they locked for a moment as they existed the gas station, it was then that she knew she couldn't leave that group anymore, the pain in both faces reflected something bigger than herself, but she was willing to give her soul away for them, the whole fucked up group.
    That's what happens when you search for friends in the apocalypse...You end up destroying your heart piece by piece.






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  • Reverie Lowiezka

    Location: Old Shell Gas Station| Interacting with: Epiphany Epiphany | Mentions: Gravitational Force Gravitational Force | Current Do: Hair clasped in a claw pin, White zipper anorak over black laced-up blouse, Jeans, Black Converse.



    ❖ HELL COMES KNOCKING ❖​

    Come on! She had to get up! Her head hurt like crazy. Her body felt as if she'd just expanded and been used to channel a torrent of... of power. There was a fresh emptiness in her soul, and her limbs were heavy as lead. Reverie opened her eyes but only saw brilliant sparks of light and the ground rolling before her; like she was on a cruise ship. She nearly hurled. Reverie quickly shut her eyes again in an effort to stave off the retching. Her brain felt like it was floating on a storm-tossed ocean inside her head. Oh, why did she come back? Now she'd die a fool. A callow little girl who thought that she could gain some measure of abstract virtue by-

    "I have you, dear," strong arms helped her up, and the brunette instinctively clutched at her savior. Was this another of her dreams? She smelled a comforting warmth, it reminded her of a meadow under a bright spring sunshine on a breezy morning. A source of heat that purified the air of taint, but did not scorch. One that healed and mollified her befuddled and shocked mind. Her eyes fluttered open on heavy lids. Pale alabaster skin and crimson locks. Mama...

    "Emma?" She could only utter weakly, her eyes wide in astonishment at the presence of a familiar face and one that invoked such an inexplicable feeling of familiarity no less. But her mere touch seemed to lend the young woman a strength such as she had never known; or perhaps it stood in stark contrast to the emptiness within her. She struggled to her feet, with the help of the redhead. "Back to the truck," Emma was urging her. "No... wait, there's a-" Her warning came too late. She heard a disembodied voice snarl in contempt, and then Emma staggered releasing her hold on Reverie. The brunette let out a startled cry trying to reach to steady the one who'd only just saved her, by her own knees buckled and she fell to her side, barely stopping herself from face-planting the concrete. The next thing she knew, brilliant white light flared into life, so bright they streaked out from between the threads of Emma's coat. Her eyes burned with a blessed fire leaving her own mouth agape. She knew then that celestial blood fought for control on a field that was beyond her.

    Then a dark form burst from the back door of the station, and she recognized the one who was called Ezra. He paused in the doorway for a moment, and then suddenly charged at the two of them. Reverie's initial surprise changed into horror in a flash of a second when she felt the man draw on his taint. The darkening of the atmosphere was palpable. His focus was set in the direction of Emma and the White Witch realized what he was about to do. The powers of a demon couldn't harm a demon that way, not when they battled within the blessed. It made sense. This was beyond the physical, even beyond the emotional. He would only harm her. Or worse, make the black-eyed abomination stronger.

    "NO DON'T-!" She'd thrust herself at Emma with a strength she didn't know she had, protectively enfolding the embattled blessed in her own embrace. Even as she felt the afflicted's power descend upon them, her lips chanted an incantation she never knew she knew. It came from inside her, a warm golden hue that shimmered and clung to their skin. She'd take whatever pain was directed for her savior on herself. And it was excruciating. Her every nerve was on fire and she thought she might cry out. Darkness crept unwittingly into her heart, and she felt the beginnings of a bottomless despair. Her eyes watered with tears, but as soon as it happened, it passed. The golden sheen dimmed for a few agonizing moments but held. Somehow somewhere, she knew sapphire eyes looked on her with pride. She clutched the woman even more tightly to herself, lending whatever thoughts and will she had to the blessed, it was all she knew to give. Dimly she was aware that Ezra had returned miming some stabbing motion at the two of them, but she was long past caring.

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    Inside her mind, Emma was buffeted by the vying forces. Hellwrought power wielded by Ezra collided with the golden purity of Reverie's own spirit, and the fireworks they created within the Blessed only accented the battle within.

    "One of them," the Demon sneered. Twin infinite voids made up its eyes and the semblance of self it retained were anchored to those points of oblivion. And yet, here, on this field, Emma felt it for what it was. Human. Once it had been, anyway. Corruption had twisted it, wrung the humanity from it like water from a towel until all that was left was bone-dry dust that held the shape of something once human. And yet no corruption could entirely erase what it'd been either. Would that it had. The horror of the monster would have been more manageable if Emma hadn't known this void that wanted to claim her had once had parents, perhaps a spouse or child. Or might even be a child.

    "I'm not 'them', I'm me," Emma said, feeling the demon envelop her soul, even as the substance of her grew brighter as it grew darker.

    "Only for now. Only for a moment. The more you resist me, the more you become something else. Something that was never Emma Treadstone."

    "Is that supposed to scare me?"

    The void hesitated. It was a master of doubt and despair, an expert in knowing exactly what words to sink in to its prey, to weaken the resolve of its victims so it could overwhelm them. But this time, its barbs only strengthened Emma's determination. Within and without, Emma smiled slightly as she opened her heart to the black-eyed demon, not exposing a vulnerability but unleashing the real ferocity that lay inside.

    "I murdered people, demon. I burned churches and homes, I wrought suffering and carnage and I thought it a virtue to kill anyone who thought that righteousness existed. God's grace hasn't just changed me, it's saved me. Emma Treadstone was a wicked monster, like you. Now, I'm something better. And it's not the power God has given me, not these marks on my skin to show God's plan for me. It's His mercy, monster. That's what makes me better than you, and better than me. If the price for salvation is my old life, God can have it! As He can have you. You picked the wrong side."

    And with that, holy light ignited across the length and breadth of Emma's soul. The black-eyed demon, its essence, tried to release the claws it'd sunk into that soul but Reverie's ward against demonic energy not only repulsed the threat from without but contained the threat within. Pinned between the golden light of mortality and the white holocaust of Emma's nature, it screamed in a final defiant fury before bursting apart in the heat of holiness.

    A moment later, the tattoos across Emma's skin faded from their furious white blaze to a mere marker upon her skin. Blue eyes opened and her arms tightened around the waist of the woman embracing her. "Thank you," she whispered to Reverie. "For saving me." The warmth of Emma became brisk, even a bit bracing this late at night, and something in her touch communicated how deep her appreciation ran.

    Emma's eyes drifted up to meet Ezra's, noting the afflicted man's presence and the weapon he wielded, as well as the defensive nature of his posture. A smile brightened her face. "And thank you too," she said, honest gratitude that a man bearing such corruption still had the humanity to put someone else before himself.

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    Damascus Dragon’s Tooth Dagger Received: Emma Epiphany Epiphany
    Lesser Warding of Affliction Received: Reverie Lekiel Lekiel
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    “Why did I get to live?”

    It was a question he asked himself everyday. One that she probably didn't know he even took the time to ponder. He met her gaze head on and that broken look in her coffee colored irises mirrored something fractured inside of himself. “I just...miss them so much! I don't know why I got to live while they didn't..i..” He didn't say anything for a moment, the pain in the pitch of her voice was not unlike what he had experienced himself over the years. Rhys took a slow breath, observing her as she turned to look back at the mirror. Water ran across her hands, cut from the glass she had presumably struck. He would have disapproved of the action...but he wasn't really one to talk. Walls were typically subject to his abuse more often than not.

    "I'd ask myself that every day. Every time there was a new case, a new murder, another body sent to the morgue prematurely, I would ask: Why them? Why do good people die young? It was something I never understood...for a while, I prayed. I thought that maybe if I prayed hard enough that God wouldn't let good people die." He tilted his head to look at her, the corners of his mouth softened at the edges as he spoke. Rhys tilted his head back to look up at the ceiling, leaning a little further back against the sink as he stared up at those white-washed boards. "Eventually, I stopped praying. I stopped believing in a God that would allow people to...do some very bad things." Rhys tugged at his bottom lip, suddenly looking like he was very far away before turning his attention back to the huntress. "It doesn't get easier. Those thoughts still stay, but you learn to live with it. The pain becomes apart of you and the people around you help make life a little easier. If you're lucky, you find the right people that make life worth living."

    There was a moment where he stopped talking, crinkling his nose. "Aw, fuck now I sound like a Hallmark card."
    He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes as his face scrunched into a bit of self-disgust. He hadn't meant to sound so cheesy and now he kind of wished he hadn't said anything at all. Rhys thought about telling her about Monica as a way of really showing that he understood but he couldn't find the words.

    “ You're doing a good job with everyone.”

    He looked up, surprise causing his lips to part slightly and his eyes to widen. Of all the things....he hadn't expected her to say that. “Everyone here is alive because you know how to lead them and how to make them trust you.... Thank you."

    Rhys blinked.
    He wasn't used to receiving thanks. Even as a Detective it was rare that he ever received thanks for solving a murder. It was just the way of the world and he had accepted it. A part of him assumed that the apocalypse wouldn't be any different. In survival situations most people were in it for themselves. He had seen that in some of the group, in Ezra, in Reverie, in Luiza, it was human nature to preserve themselves in the face of grater adversity. He couldn't blame them and he didn't. That's just how it was. A smile cracked across his lips, warm and soft like the brightness of the sun on a summer's day. He pulled himself away from the sink, looping his arm around her shoulders and bringing her into a hug. He gave her enough time to pull away if she desired, but he figured that she would accept.

    Getting a hug from Rhys was like a unicorn.

    He rested his chin on the top of her head, still smiling as he held her for a few more seconds before pulling away. "You aren't just tryin' to butter me up now right? Because it won't work."
    He chuckled a little under his breath, a little relieved that she didn't seem to be caught up in whatever sort of sadness had gripped her anymore. He had been worried that he would have to go get the cavalry.

    “I think I witnessed the old military guy try to woo Révie over with his talk about humanity's survival."

    A snort left him, hands slipping back into the pockets of his sweats as he deliberately rolled his eyes. "I doubt she'll fall for it. Even if she does, Emma will burn him to a fuckin' crisp. I might actually enjoy watching that." He gave Alaska a quick wink, almost like the playful jest hadn't even been there. His smile didn't fade, even as he started walking out of the locker rooms with her and headed back towards the main camp.

    “And I think someone's looted some peanut butter from the grocery store!”

    Rhys stopped in the middle of the hallway to turn and look back at her. His expression darkening slightly as the words processed. "We have peanut butter?"
    He asked the question slow, watching as she confirmed that they in fact had peanut butter and no. one. told. him.
    The right side of his mouth lifted into a smirk, "Let's go find some fuckin' peanut butter. I haven't eaten in like...." He trailed off, glaring at the wall for a moment as he tried to remember the last time he ate. His stomach grumbled as if to say that it had been a long ass time. He shook his head and shrugged, turning to head back into the camp now completely consumed with this hunt for peanut butter.

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    𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 — Bro4Life Lakyr Lakyr | Darius Is Cooler Than His Dad CupAndCough CupAndCough | Firebending Snake Boi Kaas Kaas | That's not his name Anise Anise
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    "No problem, grandpa." At this, Nik broke into a grin, mouthing the word grandpa in mock, overblown, comical disbelief. Which included an incredulous gasp. He didn't mind much that he was a bit older than the lot of them, not in the least bit, and he loved the nickname. So he was hamming it up, as was his way, always.

    To smile in the face of all this hardship.

    "Better, it's wonderful what some good sleep and a freezing shower in the morning can do for you." Nik nodded at James' response, but said nothing for the moment. He had more things he wanted to ask, more about him, where he'd come from, to get to know this young man more as their fast friendship had been helter-skelter. To actually walk beside him in the pines, look out of the waters of what the future may hold, and to know him as a brother. To really know a person, not just know what they show you.

    People show a lot of things to the world, and most of it isn't even true. Or it's obscuring the other bits.

    Nik was a bit of an excavator on that front. He wanted to know what made people laugh, made them cry, and made them feel. He wanted to be there to share those times with them, because those were the good bits. The best parts. Emotions didn't make people weak, they made people whole, and brought them together. The past held some of that for all of them, and selfishly he wanted to know that. Like he had it once with the crew in Queens, all the gray, and blue, and pink parts. Every shade, every motion. Selfishly.

    He still felt in newness that he knew very little about the people he'd trust with his life. And more still, they knew very little about him. So he wondered, and held the questions in his mouth, and bit down on them with his sharp smile. Now wasn't the time, as it was oddly pleasant at the moment, and speaking on these old tales would be like ripping up old wounds to fester again.

    Not the place, not the time.

    "Glad you're doing better. Good sleep is hard to come by on this shit-hole of a plane—"
    "You guys need any help?" Nik halted his sentence and pressed the cigarette between his lips to mull it between his teeth, smoke absentmindedly wheeling above his head, looking over the presumably far more friendly member of Team SevereMcOldPerson. His dark blue eyes expressed caution, but in the beat of a nanosecond, they were warm and bright. Reading people was a skill, and this man seemed a tad overeager, green around the ears, and far more down to earth than his other Combat Companions. He felt nothing off, not at the moment, anyways.

    "Ah fuck, I'm Darius--My Dad is the dude with the scar down his eye... We never got introduced! So I uh..." He stammered a bit and Nik smiled behind his cigarette. This stumbling behavior and awkwardness was actually incredibly endearing.
    "....We could exchange names....?"
    "Yeah, I noticed your dour entourage," he said almost in unison with James' similar (but definitely different) response, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. Nik's grin grew wider and he caught James' eyes. They were turning into quite the pair.
    "Pleasure to meet you, Darius. I'm Nikolas Liam Voss. Call me Nik if you want, or asshole, both of those fit perfectly," Nik offered, dramatically, with all the flourish of the catty ham hock chuckle-head he was. Nik shifted his weight on one foot, standing contrapposto, to peer at Darius from behind the cloud of smoke pluming from his mouth. He saw Luiza wake, her face painted in the color of a much different emotion than the blond brat currently was wearing, and raised his eyebrows.

    "Good morning L..hm.." James said what he had wanted to say, and Nik let it trail off as he saw her expression more clearly. They had such a wild cast of characters here. Clinging together for survival's sake, or maybe something more. Survival was good, but actually truly living, was better. Possibly past pains—and stolen away secret skeletons in their collective closets—be damned, there had to be something more than just blood and bones and all the bits and bobs of death and sin.

    James nudged his shoulder and Nik whipped his head to look around, spotting Adisa making a space for himself by their fire. Now was the time to ask about this fucking stone and figure out if it could prevent what he felt was the inevitable. Or at least delay it somehow. Put the sin, damnation, soul devouring, and calamity on layaway. Something, anything. Even now, as his spirits were high, he felt the blackness surging up his back and nerves like a borderline spinal tap, but of the mind. Crawling through the open spaces, testing for an area to puncture, so whatever Dark God or Baphomet motherfucker could play body-snatcher with his soul and replace him with a shoddy, evil carbon copy.

    "Nik, have you found me some water at that general store? That'd be really nice right now."
    "Sure thing," was all he said, and the blond rounded past his friend, cigarette stuck between his teeth, gave Darius a wave, and made his way to his backpack which was conveniently near the fire. Alaska had slept on it, he remembered, and maybe had pulled it around towards the warmth. It couldn't have been very comfortable, he thought.

    Kneeling, Nik ashed out the cigarette and left it near him, and he unzipped the green monstrosity and ungracefully dumped all the stuff he had taken from the market right on the floor with several dull thuds. Peanut Butter, Cheese in an air-tight seal, blacked off so light didn't degrade it, Sardines, other high-calorie, small-ticket items, water, fishing line, and his small and slowly depleting medical kit. The peanut butter container rolled across the floor, and stopped behind him a few feet.

    No asshole would be stupid enough to steal it from him, so he wasn't quite concerned about collecting it. He had more important things to attend to at the moment.

    Water bottle in hand, he jammed it into the accommodating left pocket of his joggers, made sure it was snug, and turned to face Adisa, who was now sitting beside Jaemin.

    Nik was probably interrupting them, he realized this, but the problem was getting more dire with each passing moment. He was surviving on pure mental power alone right now, every ding of an old quote being fielded by his immaculate resolve. If he had been anyone else...he doubted he wouldn't held on this past day. He was sure, aside from some of the others in their crew, that many would've just let it take them. With how fucking painful it was, and incessant, like a damn tick drilling into the back of his skull.

    "Hey. I'm a bit desperate with this whole turning into a demon situation, so let me wish you well for actually being alive in just a sec, and I'm sorry for crashing this moment, but for the love of the God I don't even believe in, can you tell me if this stone James found can help my fucked up situation?" Nik produced the stone in his hand and looked at Adisa's face with his deep blue gaze, steely, intent, and unwavering. His gaze could cut glass when it suited him, and that was what he was doing right now.

    He wanted an answer. Yes, or no. That it could halt whatever was erupting through him at this very moment, pushing every fiber of his being towards the damnation he had slowly realized he didn't really want, or that it could slow the black-blooded quickening, or rip the shit out of his body once and for all.

    Yes, and how do we fix it.

    No, and let me go now to do the one thing I desperately want to before I ask Rhys to put me down with a bullet between the eyes.

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    If there was one thing in this blasted wasteland of a world that he missed, it was peanut butter. His grandfather used to have jars of the stuff stocked in his pantry. It used to confuse Rhys as a kid, because his grandfather had a peanut allergy, but as he grew older he realized that the old man had bought the stuff for him. Ironically it became a food that he associated with the Sicilian old-timer. Peanut butter and cannolis.

    Francesco Contiello had been a cantankerous old git. He picked fights and squabbled over the cost of peanut butter in the supermarket (obviously he still bought it anyway). Rhys could still remember when he was a kid, a bunch of seedy looking people came knocking on his Grandfather's shabby little flat in the Bronx. They demanded payment for something that ten year old Rhys didn't understand. Anyone in their right mind would have cowered behind the couch and prayed a Molotov cocktail didn't slide through the letterbox. His Grandpa, however, pulled himself up to his full six foot four and a half inches and went digging under his bed. Rhys thought for sure he'd gone to hide and left him to face these scary men. But then he charged through with some antique firearm pushing Rhys to one side. Then he opened the door and let out a blood curdling scream. Those muscle heads crapped themselves before they could reach for their blades. His Grandpa fired the gun in the air to prove it still worked then he charged at them. They scattered. He fired shot after shot at their heels, striking the tarmac. Then he turned with a sly grin, "Questo li insegnerà, eh?" TL: That'll teach them eh?

    Blinking away the memory, Rhys made his way into the main lobby moving like a man on a mission. He was prepared to talk to everyone here, to find leads, take mental notes, and hopefully conclude the investigation by obtaining that rich, heavenly, substance. He turned back to Alaska with the smile still carved faintly across his lips. "Do you have an idea on who--" His question trailed off as he noticed the cylinder tub roll across the tiled floor. The navy blue cap taunted him as it spiraled to a stop. He didn't see where it had come from and perhaps he should have looked before he headed towards it. His stomach was doing the thinking however and it didn't really cross his mind to announce himself as he bent down to pick up the container. The JIF lettering was probably one of the most beautiful things he had seen in the past two years. He cradled the container as if it were a thing of reverence. He turned to look back at Alaska with a boyish grin on his face, "Never mind, I found it!"

    Rhys turned back, looking down at the peanut butter in his hands with a slight frown. "Now I just have to find a spoon..."

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    22aa3fdc04f9eb57adc006c3ab75cb7b.jpg[/div][div class=speakeasy]“The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.” [/div][/div][div class=speaks]As the blond made eye contact with their resident witch doctor, fire wielder, and snake whisperer extraordinaire, a sinking feeling burrowed its way into the pit of his stomach. It seemed like Adisa was staring into the depths of his soul, but Nik didn't care, even as the inkling of something sinister or perhaps just dark wound through the other's gaze, and into his own dark blue eyes. Because there was nothing to hide. If asked, he'd show all the swatches of paint that made up his person.

    This strange glimpse into Nik's soul, or perhaps his frame of mind, or perhaps something else entirely, made the blond raise his eyebrow to the point of creating a nigh acute angle. Was he digging beneath the depths, not unlike Stella had the power to? Was he trying to divine some answer to Nik's plea? Was he stoned somehow, and if so, where was the weed?

    Or maybe it was just all in Nik's head. A bad feeling, that's it.

    "Can you just—"
    "You think a stone can cure you?" The other man began to cackle, and Nik's brows drew down into a look he didn't often give other people, if he could help it. A deadpan settling of his strong brows, flattened, eyes burrowing into the other man's face like a blade across skin, or perhaps a palette knife on a thickly laden canvas. This wasn't amusing, it wasn't fun and games, it wasn't some wry thing to laugh at.
    "If you're doing that annoying thing Stella does, please d—"
    "It can't take the sickness away, it's a part of you now. But it can push it back, keep you as you." Nik's gaze dropped away from irritation into something...not unlike hope. Here, even just over the scantest span of time, he found a new home. Here, he realized the darkness that trickled down his spine was no macabre romance. He wanted to stay, to be himself. And not dip his hands down into the guts of his friends, for shits and giggles. But it pressed there, it screamed at him, his little warning ghost and stupid pseudo-intellectual quotes waging war against what it wanted of him.

    Whatever it truly was.

    "May I see it?" Adisa stretched out his shaking hand, and Nik passed him the stone, fingers uncurling to leave it behind in his palm.
    "...thank you," Nik said, the short sentence light and warm. Like a mist of white acrylic on a blackened landscape, barely there but seen. Nik was about to pull his hand away, but the other man grasped him tightly at the wrist. Tilting his head to the side, the blond stared at Adisa from beneath strong brows, a deep indigo stare, questioning, wanting his hand back, but also wondering if this was the part of the process. His brow quirked.

    He also wondered if part of the process was him being cryptic or not telling him what the hell was going on.

    Adisa began to chant in a language that was foreign to Nik, but if we're speaking realistically here, Nik had been sheltered by much of this for a long time. Everything was foreign to him. Despite what the Witch in Queens had taught him, despite what blessed people he had known in his life—a fair-haired nurse with a heart of gold, and as always, possibly Diana—he kept the demons and the magic in his art.

    He hadn't truly wanted to ever believe in any of this. He had wanted to stick one foot into hell, enjoy the sin of it all, romanticize it, cavort around like a hellion, and pretend the real stuff wasn't actually real.

    Until it caught up with him, apparently, and Satan tried to make him his bitch, or something equally daft.

    Ignorance is bliss, they say.

    The air around Nik slowly grew heavier, as the man retained his wrist, striking him forward so that the two were far too close for comfort. Nik made a noise of annoyance, his jaw clenching, and the chanting grew louder. Dayglow, almost neon, lights blazed against the heavy dark air, in letters and symbols he didn't quite understand. This was outside of his realm of expertise. He could stab things, play grab-ass, run fast, paint, stitch people up, crack a joke, and that was about it. A bit simple, in that aspect.

    But that was the only way he kept sane. When you think too much on things you don't understand, you can drive yourself mad.

    Adisa's eyes put forth an unnatural light, his irises drawing Nik closer, who was staring but also quite uncomfortable. He wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, however. Straining his arm, Adisa whipped it palm forward, and placed the stone in his fist, closing his weathered fingers around Nik's own to clasp it.

    Then, it got real.

    Tearing from his veins, black as pitch, like a toxin being sucked out through a straw the size of a needle point, through his skin, coursing white-hot heat through his hand, it spun into that stone in his grasp. Nik could see it crawling like a spider's web, dark and dauntless, trying to grab hold of him still, trying its best to nestle within the warmth of his body. Nik clenched his teeth, and grimaced through the pain, and spat out a sentence peppered with cussing. He snarled it out, pissed off that he even had to go through this to begin with.

    "For fucks sake, I—don't even...Know. Why it fucking. Wanted. Me, in—The first place. You fuck—God damn...mother FUCKER...Satan can dere-lick my balls" Nik's sentence ended with the stone searing hot in his palm. He dropped it, it clattered to the floor, stained red like blood. Adisa's fingers around his wrist began to lax. Until they pulled away completely, and Nik's arm ached from whatever hurricane had blasted through his body.

    "Thanks, Snake Charmer...God that hurt like getting my arm fucked in half by a two-by-four..." he spat out, falling back on his rear, and then slumping onto the ground with his arms laying flat at his sides. The sin within him felt...dissipated. Perhaps, lighter. All he knew was that his gas tank had been filled up a bit, and he was grateful for it.

    "Now I just have to find a spoon..."
    "What did I do to deserve...Hey! That's my—" Nik reared up in a flash, sweeping forward in a bolt, stopping with deft precision, knees to ground, tips of his fingers to ground, palm to ground, and struck out a hard kick at the man holding his fucking gigantic jar of peanut butter, right in the side of the ass cheek. The water bottle he had gotten for James went flying from his pocket haphazardly the moment his shoe connected with butt, and managed to roll near James enough to be seen.

    Pure. Stupid. Luck.

    He hadn't yet realized it was Rhys, but he should've, as he had studied the back of the man to the point he'd probably be able to pick it out of a line-up. Perhaps Nik was just exhausted from whatever had just happened, his mind drained, and so he mistook the quarter-view of the haunches he saw for someone else's.

    Or maybe he was ruffled that he had to go through whatever the fuck had just happened.

    The kick resounded with a loud thwack, and Nik popped back and rose to his feet.

    "Oh. Hi, Rhys."

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    He hadn't seen it coming. If he had, then maybe he could have avoided the blow. Pain rocketed up from his left ass cheek, the noise of the impact somehow not registering until he was half falling towards the floor. A loud half yell left him, a string of muffled curses in another language falling from his lips. He cradled the jar to his chest, tucking it in much like a football as he plummeted towards that unforgiving tile. His left hand shot out, somehow managing to keep himself upright. Steeled azure snapped towards the source of his fumbling, irritation welding itself into his facial expression. The laughter evaporated from his eyes. The warmth that had swirled in his gaze was gone faster than summer rain on the tarmac.
    He pivoted, scowl forming across his lips as he went to confront whoever had kicked him.

    "Oh. Hi, Rhys."

    Blue eyes flickered down, taking note of the blond who was now getting to his feet. His eyebrow twitched in irritation, jaw clenching as his free had reached behind to rub the pain out of his ass cheek.

    "Don't you 'Hi, Rhys' me. What the fuck!? Santo cazzo Madre di Cristo! That hurt you big bag of dicks! Nessuno mi unfungulo! Jesus fucking-right in my goddamn ass! You could have fucking kicked me anywhere! But no, you had to plant your fucking boot right on my ass, you insufferable blond jackass. How did you even fucking do that!? And did you just kick me over a jar of fucking peanut butter, stronzino!? I mean I probably would have kicked someone for peanut butter but that's not the fucking point, what the shit, Niklas!? Dio cane! My ass is going to have a perminate fucking bruise now. Holy fuck. Porco dio! I swear to God if it was anybody else I would beat the fucking shit out of you."

    It was by some miracle that he said all of that all in one breath. The words twinged not only with his native bronx accent, but something else that was a little more foreign. The Italian broke to English accents and then back again, almost as if the bilingual center of his brain had been completely overridden. His face was flushed from both anger and embarrassment, hand still attempting to rub the throbbing sensation from his glutes. He was visibly fuming, glaring daggers at the afflicted with a kind of acidity that might have given anyone else pause. Nik was different though. He didn't cower from his glare and that somehow frustrated and intrigued the ex-detective. The rant too held very little bite, despite the harshness of the words. He stomped forward, leering down at the slightly shorter man. Rhys wanted to scream. This man got under his skin in all sorts of ways he thought to be impossible. He narrowed his eyes at him, leaning down slightly so that their faces were a mere inches apart.

    "You'll pay for that later." It was somewhere between a hiss and a whisper but the promise was there. He thrust the jar of peanut butter into the afflicted's arms now far too irritated to enjoy the prospect of eating some of that creamy goodness.

    As he passed his bag, Rhys snatched up the rest of the bag of chips he had gotten from the gas station. He chewed on a handful of chips grumpily, striding over towards the center of the room.

    "I hate to interrupt whatever it is everyone is doing at the moment. But if you haven't noticed, it's cold as balls in here and that fire isn't going to cut it."

    His voice carried clear across the lobby, chip bag in hand as he glanced around at the survivors who were making their way into the little base camp they had set up. "There's a generator in the basement. It'll give us some power and maybe we can get the heat working from there. But beyond those barricades...." Rhys shrugged slightly as he gestured towards the blockade that had been set up earlier. "I don't know what could be lurking there. So just be careful, pair or group up, and let's clear this place out. Grigs why don't you handle the bacement and I'll work on getting some gas."

    He didn't wait for confirmation from the soldier, figuring that the man would be happier engaging in battle than going out into the cold to grap some gas. His azure eyes moved around camp once more, waiting to make sure that everyone understood before he started moving again. The bag of chips now empty and crumpled in his hand. As he passed Nik, he paused, looking at the blond with a little less irritation than before.

    "Come on. Let's find some jackets and a shovel. I have a feeling this isn't going to be very fun."

    With that, he strolled towards what had to open up to a back room. He moved with the sort of confidence that someone has when they know the general idea of where things were. He pulled two shovels from the closet, leaning them against the wall before going back to dig around. He threw a coat out behind him, followed by a pair of ragged gloves, hoping that Nik had caught on that those items were meant for him. Rhys grabbed one more coat and a hat that didn't look too warm but hopefully would keep him from freezing his ears off. He shrugged the coat on over his jacket, glad that it was giant enough to do so. He would need all the protection against the cold as he could get. At least Nik got some gloves.

    Rhys picked up the shovel nearest him and looked over at the blond. "Ready, Blondie?"
    He waited a couple seconds for the response before walking out into the elements, trusting that Grigs or Emma could micromanage if need be.
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  • ░ CHAPTER FOUR ░

    The Lich
    ❝ surviving the blizzard is one thing, moving in it is another. the winds still howl, the snow still falls, the cold still burns. but at the very epicenter of it all is a demonic presence threatening to consume the land in ice and frost. one group’s strength may not be enough to take down this villainous super power. but perhaps this is when the civilized must band together, where loyalties might have to be bent or broken, where we are reminded that humanity should have one enemy: hell and everything that crawled out with it.”




    OBJECTIVES
    Group Objective: Kill the Lich. Leaving Vineland and the Human Monsters ended up being tougher than expected. While the group reconvenes, a new group makes its presence known. Rebuilding a civilization in McGuire Air Force Base, this group has the unfortunate reality ahead of them that a monster has encroached with a wintry intrusion upon their home. Can the groups come together to take down the monster? Or will rivalry give the monster an upper-hand, leading to devastating consequences...
     
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    [div class=miniBox][div class="miniText mini1"] [div class=bar][div class=title]Location[/div][div class=barText]McGuire AF Base[/div][/div] [div class=bar][div class=title]Interactions[/div][div class=barText] James + Reverie + Alaska + Elijah + (Group 1)[/div][/div] [div class=bar][div class=title]OOC[/div][div class=barText]Sorry it took so long, this cold is killing me[/div][/div] [div class=bar][div class=title]BGM[/div][div class=barText]One [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=bigBox][div class=bigScroll] "How have you been so busy these last couple of days whilst all of us just enjoyed having a better place to stay for once? How ... how did you even get access to all of Marcus' reports and shit this fast?"

    His shoulders rose and fell in a half felt shrug, cerulean irises lifting to look over the edge of his glass at the hunter. The rum was harsh as it made contact with his taste buds, but the warm burn it left behind was more than pleasing. "When we first arrived here, Marcus and I had a little chat," he paused for a moment, tongue darting out to quickly swipe at his bottom lip, "He told me that we could stay in exchange for helping out around the place. And he clued me in about why the weather has been so severe, or at least he clued me in on what his group believed about it..." Rhys trailed off, his free hand waving a bit dismissively as if to say that was all old news at this point. "I always keep myself busy, it's...comforting to know that I can still find ways to help people," He snorted a bit to himself, as if the notion itself of noble intentions were a laughable idea, "I think we all know I'm not the one with the silver tongue. But I have my own ways of...persuasion."

    Intimidation.

    "So what could go wrong, right? We send everybody we can in to fight together and have the best two candidates as getaway drivers, sounds good to me. Just, promise me one thing ...no races this time, alright?"
    That shouldn't have made him chuckle as much as it did. "No races, I promise." It wasn't a hard promise to make, he didn't really think they'd have much time to race especially with an RV. He just hoped that Harry had fixed up the cars, last thing he wanted was to get stranded in the middle of no where. Which...could have been anywhere really.

    "If anybody can make it out of this it's us."
    A smile tugged at his lips, rotating the glass in his right hand, "I truly hope so."

    Footsteps harrowed the arrival of the white witch, her hazel gaze molten and piercing as she made her presence known. The blessed leaned back in his seat a bit more, analyzing her features for a moment. "Trust... trust is nothing without principles..."

    His gaze followed her as she approached, expression passive, listening, but intense in the severe way that only Rhys could manage to pull off. In another life, he would have been well suited to his family's business. He was inclined to agree with her point, nodding his head slightly as if to mutely state that fact. However, he didn't truly believe that. Principles were flimsy, they fluctuated far too much to be reliable and varied depending on the person. In his mind there had been no violation of principles. He made the only call he saw as the smoothest course of action, knowing the hostilities, knowing the anger, but it had been blown too far out of proportion. He kept secrets because sometimes the group was better off not knowing. Ignorance is bliss. Trust, was more like a leap of faith. Taking what you knew about a person, their morals, principles, what have you, and placing your faith in their abilities. His fingers twirled the glass in his hand, brain firing off at a million miles an hour.
    "Everyone... thinks they are saving the world... doing it for the greater good... until they realize that half the world is burning, or damned to living hell. At least..."

    "I realized that this world was beyond saving before the world even ended." His lips twisted into a bit of a sneer, memories flickering in the forefront of his mind from a twisted projector screen, "When you've seen people...women, men, children, butchered in their own homes you begin to lose faith that what you are doing is really for the greater good. You begin to realize that, no matter how many cases you solve, no matter how many of those animals you put behind bars, the world is still damned to be a living hell.

    He brought the glass up to his lips once more, downing the rest of the contents in his glass, "I don't intend on saving the world, Reverie. But I do intend on making sure those I care for survive. I will do anything to ensure that protection."

    She paused and he took a moment to process. His brows pulled together, lips flattening into a harsh line, while his focus remained solely on her. Though, at this point he was fairly aware of the fact that Alaska had strolled in after her. The huntress had undergone some sort of change back in that prison, he had meant to speak with her about it. But the feeling he got from her seemed a bit...out of his depth. Much like the feeling he got from Reverie or Allea or Amara; women with power far beyond his realm of understanding. "At least tell me----so I can be there, standing with you... and not find out when I feel the flames beneath my feet." Rhys gave her a slow nod, not really sure how to verbally respond for a moment. He was so used to making the decisions that sometimes he forgot that he didn't need to make all of them alone.

    "-For good or for worse... this is what keeps us human..."

    His fingers stilled against the rim of his glass, gaze trained on the empty glass and lips hitched into a hint of a smile. Expression frozen. It was what kept most people human. But he hadn't felt human in a long time.

    "I-I'm coming along too..."

    "I'm counting on it. I'd be stupid to send a team without your skill set and I think that...Nik would enjoy the company." The smile he gave her said that he was counting on her to keep him safe. He was almost positive that the witch would've done it anyway, even if he hadn't implied. Everyone loved the hell-bound artist with his sharp smiles and watercolor words. Rhys envied that charisma in his other half, but accepted his lack of social grace as a personal incompetence.

    ''Fuck,'' the uttered curse drew his attention faster than a jar of peanut butter. He hadn't expected Alaska's hissed word nor had he expected the outburst that immediately followed, ''It's like.....we can't get a fucking break! Whatever we do.....no matter how many problems we solve, turn around and a pile of more shit is waiting for us.'' He snorted softly into his glass, fixing Alaska with a look that held a mixture of amusement and pity. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew there wouldn't be any breaks. Not for anyone in this group, not while he was still in it. While he didn't completely understand this so called 'war' he was being pushed toward, subconsciously he knew that his reluctance for it would only bring misery. Logic dictated that he release the threads of his own human conscious, accept the calling of fate, and in so doing so save everyone he cared for. Perhaps if he hadn't found something to protect, found the family he had always wanted, friends, love, then he might have let go sooner. He was, however, a stubborn man and he would make sure heaven knew it.

    ''To hell.. To the apocalypse... and to alcoholism! '' He watched the female hunter take a glass and down it without hesitation. The corners of his mouth lifted a bit in approval, reaching out to pour some more rum into his own glass before offering to pour one for Reverie. ''I know you trust Marcus, but I really hope they don't screw us over big bro.'' Rhys huffed a sigh, shaking a finger at her, "I trust that Marcus will screw us six ways to Sunday if he had the opportunity and means, Snowfall. But don't get temporary allegiance confused with blind trust. Trust would insinuate that I would allow Nik or Ryan to caper off into the tundra by themselves."

    "To alcoholism!" Rhys turned his gaze toward James, raising his glass slightly in toast, "And to hell with the apocalypse." That earned a chuckle, the older male shaking his head just a bit as he took another sip.

    "What's this? A going away drinking party and I wasn't invited. For shame."

    Rhys' gaze shifted towards yet another voice, head tilting to the side in slight amusement, "To be fair, no one here was invited except for James." He chuckled, pouring Elijah a glass before gesturing for the hunter to join them at the table. "But it's been a while since any of us have been able to do something like this." He gave the small group a bit of a smile. Rhys would have liked to say more, to reassure all of them that everything was going to be alright. But he didn't. Because he didn't know. All he could do was sit, drink, keep them company, and hope that this wouldn't be the last time he saw any of them.

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    He'd have been a liar if he said he slept at all that night. After the little pow-wow had ended, he spent the better part of the night making sure everything was prepared for tomorrow. He wasn't sure how many times he had asked Harry if the cars had enough gas, but the southerner looked about ready to hit him with a wrench if he asked him again. Rhys didn't usually fret, but he didn't usually do things like this to begin with. His thumb rubbed against the stone in his pocket religiously, azure orbs glaring out into the white landscape. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, hovering just far enough from the door so that the chill didn't hit him directly in the face. He was the only one standing there without some sort of jacket and to be honest he had been far too frazzled to remember to grab one.

    "Got everything?"

    A question he had surly asked Penny four times in the span of an hour. He tapped his foot against the floor a bit anxiously, looking almost like he had had twelve cups of coffee recently. He probably had.

    "Relax, Rice, they're all gonna be fine." His gaze flickered over to Marcus, lips pressed into a flat line. He didn't respond to that, didn't feel the need to, because a piece of him knew they would be. He was just worried. Perhaps more worried than he should have been. Scott strode over, swinging his pack over his shoulder and giving the two men a transparent smile, "Ay, we'll be bloody fine 'n all that. Don't worry, mate---" Scott barely finished his last syllable before the detective was yanking him over. His azure orbs glowed with a mixture of blue hues, the tattoos on his neck emitting a faint white glow, "They better be. If I find out that any of them got hurt, I swear to God himself I'll make you suffer."

    Scott blinked, staring at his fellow blessed like the man was off his rockers. Marcus pried Rhys away, glaring at the taller man before turning to shake Scott's hand and wish him luck.

    Rhys took a deep breath to calm himself, moving his attention off of Scott and towards Reverie, "Do you have everything you need?" Again, another question he had probably asked all of them far too many times. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned slightly, brow raising as he took in Allea's face. "Ya need to take a breath, cher, they'll be alright."

    He huffed, nodding slightly as he ran his fingers through his hair. The necromancer was right, as much as he hated to admit it. He was only stressing himself out more than he needed to be. Rhys gave Elijah a smile, patting the hunter on the shoulder as he passed. His gaze settled on Kayden, standing there for a moment before he grabbed the kid and pulled him into a hug. "I know you're mad at me, but be safe alright? I believe in you, Kay, I know you're more than capable of handling yourself." Rhys let go with a smile, attempting to lighten the mood.

    When he finally circled back around, he stopped in front of the red clad devil. He wasn't sure what to say for a moment. Even Ryan had gotten a 'good luck' out of him, but now it was like he had nothing else to say. His lips parted and closed, struggling to from words of any kind. This was the first time that they were going to be apart for longer than the handful of days the raiders had kept them. It was a bit weird, knowing that he wouldn't see Niklas every morning. He had grown so comfortable with that bit of routine that he had almost forgotten what it was like to go without it.

    "Don't get yourself dead, alright?" He offered a slight smile, shifting a bit uncertainly.

    "Right, well let's move out yeah? It's goin' to be a long walk."

    Rhys glanced over Nik's shoulder as Scott began to lead everyone out the front door. His cobalt gaze slid back to the blond, stepping up to press his lips to the other man's forehead, "I love you." He pulled away with a bit of a lopsided smile, "Go kick some ass." Rhys swallowed past the lump in his throat as he watched the first group walk out of the airbase and into the frozen tundra.



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    Location: McGuire AF Base
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    OOC: Big thanks to Alteras who I "stole" the coding from... again


    "You have good reason to be fucking paranoid, Everything out here's trying to fucking kill us, as far as I'm concerned, If it's not trying to kill us...it's trying to steal our souls or some other bullshit. I'd say your way is better than me and my hopeless fucking optimism or reckless murder-lust " Nik told her when she mentioned being paranoid. She could feel the -we've had enough, when will this stop?- in his sentence "your optimism isn't hopeless, we can't lose faith now, can we? We came a very long way to give up, and I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. Let them try and steal our souls, we won't give up without a fight." she said in return... a part of her didn't believe what she just said, the light at the end of the tunnel could be fire as far as she knew. But she wouldn't give up… not yet.

    "I've...been trying to trust in new heroes” he said as they continued walking. Niylah didn't believe that heroes even exist anymore. but she chose not to comment on that “before you say or think anything, my situation is totally different.” she said remembering her situation and Nik chuckled"...is it?" he said and she laughed "it is, it is" she replied sitting down on one of the beds as they arrived at the room and watching him hide the bag behind his bed "I'm just fuckin' with you. To be honest...you also probably trust easily. Too easily, All of us here are a shade of somethin'...each day we change. Get stranger, sadder, angrier—different, I'd say we're a solid group, But we have our demons. As I'm sure you do too. It's just a matter of knowing which demon to trust," he said with a weak smile, as he sat down on his bed as well. he was right. she did have demons inside her, demons if let out can cause a lot of damage. Demons that did cause damage before. but they will not get out again anytime soon, not if she can help it. shaking the thought away. “ judging from the party and the secret Santa, I believe I trusted the right demons. Though I must admit …” Niylah was about to say that she didn't trust them at first but Nik stopped her suddenly "...you hear that?" and it only took her two seconds to pull out her knife and stand up in a defense position, cursing herself for letting her guard down. Nik's face changed completely for a second and she couldn't read it “hear what?” she looked at the door "...guess we're going to have more than just a little back-up," he said falling to the bed. Niylah relaxed with these words" Are you out of your mind! you shouldn't scare me like that" she said putting back her knife and not knowing what was all that about."...do you ever wonder what this all means?...what the point of all this hellish shit is?" he said looking at her she sat back down " yes I do… But I never seem to find an answer" she said looking back at the door for a second "...Well, I guess I wish you good luck then tomorrow. Try and make it back safe" she stood up and went for the door before looking back at him again "and keep your eyes out for an empty cottage that looks safe or something... that is if there is any. you never know, we might need it" she gave him a smile and went out. he needed all the rest he could have, they all did. Her next mission was a long hot bath. she still thought that the mission was very dangerous and that trusting Marcus was a mistake but the decision has been made so now what's left is to take care of each other and to look for more useful stuff. Other locked rooms might contain more than a couple of knives and binoculars… she shivered remembering the look on Nik's face. What on earth did he hear?


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