Now that was interesting, the feral aggression he expected wasn't there, they didn't immediately start fighting eachother, most one did was growl. "Hmm..." Then a figure spoke from the tree, and he paused for but a moment, frustrated with himself for paying so much attention to the young ones turning that he didn't notice their coming. He listened to what the newcomer said before speaking, "I might still have my way with them. The vampires I am aware of, the hunters I was not. Who are you, and why are you here? Its not often one sees a Cherubim, let alone one that would approach another supernatural." Isaac was now once more paying full attention to his surroundings, he woulding be caught off guard again, and he kept an eye on the girls.

Xxem just ignored the werewolf cub, and turned his focus to the leader. "Ah, you know of my noble race. Then you should know we are kind and generous race, and I would hate to see a werewolf pack or family be ripped apart and probably killed by some hunters or wicked vampires. Oh, excuse me, I forgot to mention my name didn't I? My name is Xxem, however you may just call me X if you're more inclined." he said. It was rather apparent he was lying, not because he delivered it poorly, he was rather good at lying but he was smirking and ever slightly laughing.

When Ishiya ignored Jaitheia's growl as she got too close, she jumped back before she was tackled to the ground by a very irritated Jaitheia trying to tear her throat. She grabbed ahold of her shoulder with her teeth to keep her from going any closer towards her neck. Jaitheia kept trying to Ishiya's throat but settled with having a vice lock on her arm instead. Every time one of them tried to move the other will tighten their grip, and vise versa waiting to see which one will back down first. Both completely ignoring the fact that there was others there watching.

Jess gave a slight nod in agreement as she recalled the plastic bag full of IDs hidden in the secret compartment where she kept all of her hunter gadgets beneath the back seat of Q. Now with the thought in her head, she could remember getting her suit cleaned; it was what she owed Rand for.

"Connor, the others will be here soon enough I'm sure. Just call us if you need anything." she shot at Connor as she walked towards the door, then to Rand, "I'll grab my id and the files I've got. Do you think we'll make it to any actual houses today? Because if not, if there's any chance anyone's going to see us, we had better change now and not deal with explaining why the CIA look like a couple of vagabonds."

She walked out of the building with Rand and headed to her car which was parked several feet from him. She opened up the back door and pressed a button beneath the back seat. A built in drawer slid out, semi-neatly packed in where an array of weapons, bottles of poisons and holy water, mass packages of salt, a few crosses, and a large box of herbs and several hex bags. She didn't like witchcraft but it had gotten her out of more than her fair share of scrapes.

She grabbed a card out of her bag of ID's, tucked the files under her arm, and looked over her car at Rand, asking, "Are we doing suits?"

Rand looked over at Jess as they walked out to the cars, giving a moment of thought before speaking. "I don't think suits will be too necessary, they'll draw attention anyway. If any ask we can just use the undercover excuse," he said. When Jess opened up her weapon trunk, Rand glanced over and frowned at the hex bags. He never agreed with using magic of any kind, but sometimes it was necessary.

Rand checked over his own crossbow, making sure that it was ready and that the bolts were prepped. "Right, you ready to go?"

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Marcus was wondering where he was being taken to by the hunter, the two ran through the town, getting to a building complex eventually. Mason knew what he was doing, if he was going to set up anywhere it would be this abandoned building in particular. It had a vantage point none of the others did, the two were closing in but they immediately stopped once they saw two people leaving leaving.The two hunters drew their weapons immediately, they weren't sure who the man was. "You lost?" Mason asked, aiming his pistols toward the two, maybe they were hunters, and maybe that was their car nearby.

Rand looked up from the car as he saw Mason and Marcus aiming at them with their pistols. The hunter didn't bother raising his hands and just gave a grin. "Come on guys has it been too long that you don't recognize me now? You especially Mason!" Rand shouted, finding it funny that the two white-haired hunters would arrive together. "Now hurry up and get over here, we're about to head out!"

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Rand looked over at Jess as they walked out to the cars, giving a moment of thought before speaking. "I don't think suits will be too necessary, they'll draw attention anyway. If any ask we can just use the undercover excuse," he said. When Jess opened up her weapon trunk, Rand glanced over and frowned at the hex bags. He never agreed with using magic of any kind, but sometimes it was necessary.Rand checked over his own crossbow, making sure that it was ready and that the bolts were prepped. "Right, you ready to go?"Rand looked up from the car as he saw Mason and Marcus aiming at them with their pistols. The hunter didn't bother raising his hands and just gave a grin. "Come on guys has it been too long that you don't recognize me now? You especially Mason!" Rand shouted, finding it funny that the two white-haired hunters would arrive together. "Now hurry up and get over here, we're about to head out!"

Mason took a moment to actually look at the two, he had only glanced at them and assumed the worst possible thing. "Ah, sorry about that Rand.." He said, his small smile fading a bit, he realized an error like that could have ended two hunters, whether it had been him and Marcus or Rand and Jess. Quickly he placed his weapons in their holsters at his waist. Marcus was still slightly uneasy, he was always cautious like this, still though, that wasn't stopping him from sheathing his blades. "Acknowledged..." Marcus said plainly, his arms crossed, a battle was all he wanted now, hopefully if he traveled with them, he'd get one.The two white haired hunters glanced at one another, a look that said they had the same agenda in mind was plastered on their faces. The two walked over to the car and entered on opposite side, settling in and disregarding seatbelts. "We're ready..."

"This...." Damien's voice came from inside the building as he walked out, a figure covered entirely in black, bow across his shoulders. He pointed both hands at the Q. "...is ridiculous." Damien looked at Mason and Marcus. "We are supposed to be one step head of the CIA, FBI, FDA, Police, and the rest of them, and in my opinion, the humans we may want to interrogate don't need to be lied to." He shifted his weight, turning to Rand. "And I've been watching you for 20 minutes. Rand. Just tell me where you're going, and I'll meet you there. I've got my bike."

Jess gave another nod of agreement, and closed the drawer with the click of a button.

"Yeah, let's do this," she replied as she kicked the door shut with her foot.

She gave a nod as Mason and Marcus appeared. She wasn't surprised they were a little too jumpy with the weapons. Everyone seemed to be jumpy with this case. It was eerie, not something they'd seen before, but then she didn't know them as well as she knew Rand. They worked together but Jess didn't socialize a whole lot which made getting to be 'besties' with someone a bit harder.

She walked over to Rand's car and opened the shotgun door, using her other hand to toss the files onto the dashboard. She grabbed the 'oh shit' bar and swung into the seat, shutting the door.

At the sound of Damien's voice, she rolled her eyes and pushed herself up out of the open window, sitting in the door and leaning over the car as Mason and Marcus slipped into the back seat.

"Hey, it's a third your fault my baby was totalled. You have no right to criticize Q." she said, lips pursed and eyebrow raised, "And we are one step ahead, but people need to be protected from the truth, we all know that. It's not lying, it's helping to keep the rest of humanity sane. Come on, Rand, we're burning daylight. My face ain't gonna be pretty forever, let's get a move on."

Rand faced Damien with a tired expression, like he'd heard similar rants before. "You know doing our best to hide this world is one of our rules as hunters. As for staying ahead, sometimes our sources aren't as speedy," Rand shook his head, not wanting to further argument. "We're checking out a building that's just been fully rented out before these events started happening. I'll text you the coordinates." Rand turned away and walked over to his car. Before he got in, he gave a wave to Connor and got in the driver seat.

After starting up the car, Rand turned the station to 70s and drove off. "Right, so I'm not going to go directly in case of being watched. When we arrive don't appear aggressive and have CIA badges ready in case we need to question anyone." He tossed his phone to Jess. "Text Damien a false address to delay him, then give him the real one in ten minutes." From that outcry of letting citizens know the truth, Rand didn't trust Damien talking to anyone unless he was there with him.

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Connor gave a wave to everyone in the car before they took off. He gave a glance at Damien, then stepped back into the abandon building. Half of himself wanted to go with them, but his other half didn't. He wasn't scared of dying or the creatures, but he was afraid of ending the life of one. Although he hadn't killed yet, Connor felt that he would very soon.

"We can't die from normal wounds, Margret. But, a blow that takes our heads off or a blow to the heart will kill us. Your healing powers aren't fully devolped yet as well since you're a freshling. When you're fully developed, you'll also heal faster than normal humans, but stitches will help the process for now. You're lucky you weren't stabbed in the heart." Dexter started to sew up Margret. He did it very carefully, as if he had years of experience of stitching others up. After finishing his handy work, Dexter picked up Margret and brought her to the shipping container base. He laid Margret down and then returned his attention to the new arrival.

"Thanks for the supplies. She's not fully a vampire yet. Her healing powers aren't fully developed. She needs to be ready to fight by tomorrow so this will help. Anyway, let's talk about you. Who are you, why are you here, and what do you want?"

David had just been exploring the city he and his brother had settled down in, though due to sudden violence the supernatural side of this town has taken, they been debating where they could just leave now. He was a bit scared to be walking around in this city, however he felt somewhat safe. He was a lesser wizard, nobody would really care about him but both hunters and supernatural tend to be passive towards wizard since they do walk the fine lane in between supernatural and humans.

He had just been walking through the town, and stumbled across a rather broken down part of the town. He decided to just explore the area for a little bit, he didn't see any harm in doing so. After awhile, he started to her voices but he was unable to see anybody. He then decided to let his curiosity get the best of him, and decided to follow the voices. He couldn't even make out what they was saying. He then found the building were he thought the voices were coming in and stepped in.

He wasn't even sure if what he was stepping through was a doorway or just a hole in the wall. Around that time, he heard what sounded like a car. "Maybe they left." he mused to himself but continued through the building until he walked into a room where he saw another person, who looked like he was setting up a military camp or something. "Hey, who are you?" David asked as politely as possible. The person actually looked a few years younger than he was, and looked like was carrying weapons. He thought to himself, "Is that a hunter. What did I get myself into if that is."

Inkness was drawn by the sound of voices and what seemed like someone shuffling around, setting something up possibly. She crept forward, her pelt helping her blen in with the shadows. She stilled when she stepped on a stick, causing a lound snap as she broke a thick branch with her weight. Shit! I hope no-one heard that. Although it's very likely that they did. Her whiskers twitched amusedly. [i]I hope my curiosity doesnt get me killed. Oooh. So that's where that phrase comes from.[/b] She mused.

Connor stared up at the sudden invader of the building, a chill going down his back. He knew this wasn't a fellow hunter as everyone was already accounted for, but it was slightly possible that he was an independent. It seemed very unlikely, and more probable that this was just a local at the town. Of course, he could be a supernatural, but Connor hoped not. The hunter did his best to appear more casual and confident and spoke, "Sorry, this area just became a rented area for our ghosthunter show we host. We haven't had time to put up the fences yet and the stars aren't here. If you stay quiet about this before we get fans popping up we can mail you some merchandise in a week." Rand had used that lie before and it seemed to have worked when he did it, so Connor gave a whirl. "So like I said this is a rented out area so you-" Connor heard a twig snapped and looked out at the sound. He didn't see anything so he assumed they were outside the building. "-and your friend should leave before security arrive." Security... Connor thought. His pistol was stuffed half tucked in his pants behind his back, and now his hand grazed it. No, not yet. He didn't know if this guy was one of them or not.

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Rand faced Damien with a tired expression, like he'd heard similar rants before. "You know doing our best to hide this world is one of our rules as hunters. As for staying ahead, sometimes our sources aren't as speedy," Rand shook his head, not wanting to further argument. "We're checking out a building that's just been fully rented out before these events started happening. I'll text you the coordinates." Rand turned away and walked over to his car. Before he got in, he gave a wave to Connor and got in the driver seat.After starting up the car, Rand turned the station to 70s and drove off. "Right, so I'm not going to go directly in case of being watched. When we arrive don't appear aggressive and have CIA badges ready in case we need to question anyone." He tossed his phone to Jess. "Text Damien a false address to delay him, then give him the real one in ten minutes." From that outcry of letting citizens know the truth, Rand didn't trust Damien talking to anyone unless he was there with him.Connor gave a wave to everyone in the car before they took off. He gave a glance at Damien, then stepped back into the abandon building. Half of himself wanted to go with them, but his other half didn't. He wasn't scared of dying or the creatures, but he was afraid of ending the life of one. Although he hadn't killed yet, Connor felt that he would very soon.

As the car started, the two seemed to immediately relax, there was no point in being tense the whole ride, only to forget something important. The very minute 70s music came on, Mason and Marcus both cringed. Marcus had been removed from his meditation, not to mention the music was probably the worst thing he had ever heard in his life. The white haired, sword swinging hunter crossed his arms and closed his eyes, an obvious tinge of annoyance was present on his face as he grumbled, trying to concentrate.

Mason stared at the radio with an unhappy look, pondering whether or not he should mess with the radio, he made the decision being polite would be better. "This is terrible, change the station..." He said to them both upfront, his trigger fingers were itching to pull after almost getting into that engagement with the two hunters, hopefully they'd get to where they were going soon.

David eyes went wide as he heard a twig snap and as Conner started to reach behind, presumable for a weapon. He flung his hands in the air, "Umm, I came to this town with my brother and he is still in the town so if was coming for me, he would of came the same way I did, but the sound is coming from the other direction. Let's not lie, we are not enemies here but I can tell you're lying. You don't even look like you're out of high school and you're the only one here setting up a theatrical show. I can also see you're reaching behind you, presumably for a fire-arm. You might need it, I mean it be a "wolf" or another other kind of "bloodsucker" but I would really appreciate it if you didn't point it at me."

Through his mask, Damien sighed heavily at Jess. Her personality had been like a grate to his nerves ever since they broke up three months ago. Perhaps he was vindictive, or overly sensitive. He wasn't sure she ever meant to piss him off every time she did, but he didn't want to accuse her if it was truly unintentional. The fact that it was night out didn't stop her ironic expression. Damien's eyebrow twitched with irritation.

Even still, despite their differences and history, Damien didn't hate her. She hadn't had the easiest life either. Ironically, the same inner core of righteousness and honor within him that had caused so much strife between them, was the same reason he cared about her, and why he was compelled to respect her space. Neither of them spoke of their relationship.

The masked-archer's deep brown eyes lingered on Jess for a moment as Rand began speaking.

"...I'll text you the coordinates." Rand had said.

Damien nodded, and the car took off. Standing there afterward, lingering, he spoke to himself, "Vampires don't care if your CIA." A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he realized Conner had been looking at him. The young man seemed troubled. Conner was fresh, innocent. Although the more experienced hunter said nothing, a part of Damien felt sorry for him, that a good person like him had to grow up in this unfair world. Conner was a good man, and he was working hard. He was also quite humble, in an admirable way, and Damein remembered how he himself used to be before loss and bitterness had hardened him into a hateful, vengeful wraith. He longed to apologise for the cold shell he had wrapped around himself over the years. He dropped his gaze and relaxed his shoulders and began to walk away.

About to head for the blackness of the road, Damein stopped suddenly. ...voices. His eyes widened and his heart sped. Conner was supposed to be alone! Drawing the bow, Damien swiftly slinked up to the side of the building, trying to identify who or what was talking to Conner.

The snap of a twig from a different location told Damien that there were at least two uninvited guests at their hideout. Conner was just about to be ganked.
He turned his head sharply, looking toward the sound as he listened and pulled his night vision goggles over his eyes.

"-and your friend should leave before security arrive." Conner was clearly bluffing. Fortunately for him, "security" hadn't left yet. Damien drew his bow at the large, black, animal shape that was creeping closer to Conner and the other newcomer. Silent as death, sharp as a knife, a poisoned arrow bit into panther flesh.

Inkness shifted back when she felt something lodged into her flesh, her yowl chaning into a pained shriek. She grasped at the arrow and tried to run, tripping over a tree root and falling onto her side out where she could be seen. She looked up warily, anger and pain clearly etched upon her face. She snarled and tried to curl into a ball. She growled when the movement disturbed the arrow where it was stuck next to her right shoulder blade.

At the boy accusing him off his lie, Connor shirked back, fear showing as he revealed his knowledge of supernatural. He knew. No no no this was bad. Was he one of them? At the sound of a scream Connor drew his pistol and aimed it at the boy. The hunter breathed in quick moments, his finger on the trigger. He didn't know if to shout or to just shoot the boy. Who made the scream? And furthermore who made that person scream? Another hunter? He didn't remember Damien leaving so maybe it was him. "Damien?" Connor shouted hopefully, keeping his eyes on the boy.

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Inkness gritted her teeth, got up and ran towards a warehouse that her panther vision had spotted earlier. She stumbled, nearly falling when she saw the two men standing there. Her nostrils flared when she picked up the scent of fear. She tried to take a step forward as her vision darkend and spun. she fell to all fours and closed her eyes, panting and feeling sick and dizzy. Her shoulder throbbed.
"Fuck!" She swore and collapsed.

"Hey now, my hands are up and I can't cause you any harm. You apparently know about well, you know, I am a lower wizard, a diviner. I did some research into hunters and you actively uses divinations and even strong schools of magic. And if you really, really need to know, my brother he is just an enchanter. Also a school of magic you hunters use a lot. The only lies I have told you have been through exception, everything I have said is true. If there is really something in the bushes, don't you want your gun to be pointed the other way. If there is some mad werewolf in those bushes, we both might be screwed.". He then paused, "Part of my magic is I can sense danger, and I can tell you really don't want to hurt me." he said, which was actually a lie, the person in front of him was vibrating red energy to David, normally meaning danger. "And since you didn't ask, my name is David. David Grove."