@Theodora_21

Maxi looked on and listened to her advice "Don't worry we will get home when we can." looking at the lady and then the girl that he save earlier. Maxi's eyebrow raised about their role in this war and just chuckled "You make us sound like a bunch of zebras or gazelle of the march being hunter by predator beasts. It's like you're not even giving your kind a chance in this war." When she pushed pass him and the girl, Maxi turned while she headed out "You can't run forever....sooner or later, you're going to have to defend yourself....this is life and death here....and if you truly are about life, then help me....help me to save more lives...or are you going to run away from that too?" he said and followed her up out of the subway station "Look...before you leave.....what's you're name?"

"Well like it or not, we are like Zebras aren't we? No matter how hard we try to blend in our strips always give us away." She sighed as the man followed her. "I only help those when they are in need of help, not when it serves to better my own life. I will keep running because that is all I can do to help others. If I stay out of the way, people live to fight another day. And in case you didn't notice, they aren't all bad. Those two hunter's didn't hurt me when I healed the one with the bad burn. If I can show more hunters like them that not all witches are bad then maybe..." She trailed off lost in thought, only to be brought back to reality by the man questioning her name. "Names are bad. People can easily find information on you based on a name alone. Just call me Healer. Now, what are you going to do with that little girl-" Theodora stopped short. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "Sh. Quiet. Someone is here..." She stopped walking and looked around. She didn't see anyone, but she was sure she could sense someone waiting quietly in the darkness. Shaking off the feeling of dread, she turned her attention back to the man with the little girl. "I don't care to know your name or hers. I all I care about is you getting as far away from me as possible. The more magic in one place the easier it is form them to find us. Please. Just leave."

@Theodora_21

Smiling, Maxi kept his hands in his pocket and looked the girl in her eyes "Cool analogy about the zebras and yeah that may be true but....I guess we all have our own motives....you help people the best way you can...from the kindness from your heart. and you survive the best way YOU can." When she mentioned that all hunters aren't bad, Maxi averted his eyes "If only I was that lucky to run into such a person....but I guess I don't have that sort of fortune like you. but I do what I can to save my kind so they can actually live another day...I put my life on the line for that to happen....I can't afford to just run and walk away like you though but again...we all have our ways of living so I can't knock what you do."

When mentioning that she was not going to give her name, Maxi was about to answer the partial question she was asking but she felt someone was close....maybe hunters...maybe something else. Maxi was quiet while he looked around and he was close to wanting to draw out whoever it could've been. Maxi gave a nod from the last few words she said, he gave a wink "The Healer huh....I know you don't want my name...but....I don't care...just call me Bolt...but whatever...if I find out that you're in trouble, I'll be around to save your ass whether you like it or not...because that's what I do....bye babes..." he said turning and motioning the ice girl to follow.

10pm. Time to close up shop. Mikael got up from his workbench and walked over to the yellow switchboard on the side of the garage wall. He pressed the red button, making the giant shutter slowly descend with a loud hum until it hit the ground with a satisfying clatter. The neon lights above reflected off the large blue shutter from the inside, making the room a bit too bright for Mikael's liking. Looking up at them, he put a finger to his mouth as if telling them to be quiet, and the lights flickered and dimmed to a more acceptable brightness. Smiling, he got back to his workbench to finish up his last bit of work for the day.

It was an electric rifle used by their client that had some extremely intricate but broken modifications made to it. It came in that afternoon from a plain-clothed lady who insisted she wasn't a witchhunter. The family accepted, rather than risk being labeled as witch-lovers and facing the consequences of that. Of course, once Mikael started communicating with the rifle it was obvious that it came from a Homeland production line and that the client had been modifying it herself. So when her mods inevitably shorted out the entire gun, rather than getting reprimanded for destroying equipment, she brought it to a privately-owned repair store, namely, the Gear family store. A fitting name, isn't it?

Mikael sat back down at his workbench, with the rifle sitting on top. Anyone looking at him would see him staring at the gun, as though deep in thought. In his mind, however, he was talking to the gun as though he was a doctor talking to a patient. Where does it burn? Do you feel current here? How do you feel now? With every question, he narrowed down each individual problem within the weaponry. This part needs some solder, this module was burnt up by the plasma, that port leaks electricity.

'It's a wonder you didn't blow up in her face. You're a complete mess.' Mikael thought as he started taking various tools from the tool rack. In his mind already was a blueprint-like image of how the overmodded rifle ought to work and he knew exactly how to fix it. If all goes to plan, he'll be done in a few minutes.

Dimitri gave a sigh that was two parts relief and one part exhaustion as he unlocked the door to his house and stepped in to be met with a wave of warm air and the scent of cinnamon. Dimitri was dead tired: he'd rode a bus from the train station until he was about seven miles away from his house, then he'd proceeded to walk the rest of the way home, taking a few backroads and shortcuts to reduce the seven miles to about four or five. Even after nearly being burned to death earlier, the prolonged exposure the cold night air without a jacket had made the warmth of the home a welcome relief. "Should've fuckin' drove..." He complained to no one in particular. He wasn't being serious however, rather Dimitri complained simply for the sake of complaining, knowing full well that actually using his vehicle to get around during a hunt was just asking to be easily tracked down. For a moment Dimitri felt as though he could simply slump to the floor and fall asleep then and there, however the scramble of claws on the wood flooring of the upper levels of the house served to inform him that there were still other things to be done.

Dimitri walked briskly towards the kitchen -flicking on a few lights as he went- just as Brutus started trotting down the stairs and whining, and was already starting to open the screen door just as the dog reached him. "Hey bud' you been a good boy, yea?" Dimitri said with a tired chuckle before he patted the rhodesian ridgeback on the head. The dog seemed to beam at the show of affection before bolting out into the darkness of Dimitri's backyard. Dimitri didn't bother watching Brutus. At eighty five pounds -most of which was sheer muscle- and a mean streak a mile wide when it came to intruders Dimitri didn't have to worry about the dog being stolen. He also didn't have to worry about Brutus deciding to relieve himself in Dimitri's patio, pool, or grilling area, as there was a nine by nine foot grassless patch in the furthest corner of his backyard that Brutus had been trained to go to.

With his dog preoccupied, Dimitri sauntered over to one of the countertops and set his weapon down on the cool granite before he walked another four feet and opened his fridge to pluck out a bottle of cider, after which he wasted little time popping off the top and chugging half the contents then and there. His thirst temporarily sated Dimitri moved back over to his weapon and set the bottle down a foot away before exiting the kitchen for a well deserved and much needed shower.

Once Trick reached the rooftop, Logan hadn't noticed. He pulled a laptop out of his smoldering bag of belongings and started searching through. Several leaves crunched under what sounded like the foot of a man Well, hello there... he looked around and saw the crunched leaves, distorted through the shaded body of Trick. Logan said out loud "Mmm, Trick. How goes it?" he sighed as he opened up his personal database of everyone in the god forsaken city.
"What do you need this time? A Hunter, some waitresses's numbers?" Logan chuckled to himself.

"I'm looking for a specific hunter." Trick said "I couldn't find anything in the phone book or online." Trick smiled at him, flames burning in his eyes. A giddy feeling arose inside of him knowing he would soon see that hunter again, hopefully along with his friend and whore. A hellish grin cracked his face behind the mask, "Tell me who Dimitri Cromwell is."

Logan snorted at his silly request, it would be easy. Logan typed out the name but was hit with a firewall, Damnit.. He tried to hack around the firewall, and was really surprsied as his own database had been hacked into to keep specific hunters from showing up, of course he got around it, but still. A picture and all the details of Dimitri Cromwell popped up on the screen. He showed the screen to Trick "Him?"

Having showered and allowed Brutus back into the house, Dimitri now sat cross legged on his bed with nothing more on him than a towel draped over his head, his insulator gloves, and a pair of basketball shorts. In front of Dimitri lied a ziplock bag, a rubber lined cube shaped container sporting an electrical hazard symbol, and his weapon, deactivated and locked into it's open position to allow him to change the battery. The hunter carefully extracted the old battery and placed it in the ziplock bag for later disposal. The plastic bag warped a bit from what heat remained form the device's usage, however luckily for Dimitri it didn't melt, leaving him free to continue his activity.

Dimitri opened up the hazard bearing container and was greeted with three rows of the same sort of battery, each row sporting four seperate units save for the last one, which held three. He deftly plucked another one from the container and rolled it in his gloved hand a bit to ensure there was no external damage, all the while taking a moment to drink in this little miracle of science. The battery itself was fairly small-about the length of his palm, but it held a terrifying amount of energy. Each new battery was capable of running his weapon continuously for about a month on it's lowest setting. At his weapon's highest setting, a flesh and organ scalding 1500 mA, each battery could run the device continuously for about an hour before ceasing to function properly as the batteries themselves could not withstand hear quite as well as the actual weapon they powered.

With a soft yawn Dimitri closed the weapon's battery port and locked it back into place with a firm click. With a fresh battery in place Dimitri held the weapon outwards and calmly pressed the trigger, bringing both ends of the glaive out with the sudden loud noise of metal sliding over metal. He examined both ends of the weapon, ensuring that the bladed portion retained enough of an edge to cut, but not so sharp as to chip easily against something solid, and that the javelin portion of his weapon still sported a sharp tip and durable base. After this came the final test: Dimitri took a moment to gaze at the full power indicator on his weapon before pressing the trigger once more and rolling his thumb along it. Dimitri only stopped once he saw sparks fly, after which he deactivated and collapsed the weapon, content with the knowledge that the rather expensive battery wouldn't have to be replaced early. Now with the last of his tasks finished, Dimitri set the glaive, ziplock bag, and battery container on the nightstand on his bed before he ducked underneath his bedsheets and switched off the lamp. From the corner of his room Dimitri could hear Brutus snoring in his dog bed, and it wasn't long before the hunter followed after, completely unaware of the fact that records regarding him and by extension, the Cromwell family were being viewed by a certain grudge bearing wizard.

Aaanndd done. Mikael set down his tools as the repaired gun chirped in the joy of being once again in good shape. Mikael looked down at the weapon on his workbench with a feeling of satisfaction. It was a feeling he rarely got nowadays since he hadn't had to work with something as interesting as this in a long while. Most things he had to work on during the day were too easy to be that interesting. Like hover-drones. Or hydrogen engines. Darnit, it's like every single day someone brings in another flipping engine that needs fixing. You'd have thought that the engineers working on those things would have figured out how to remove the oxide buildup automatically by now. But enough complaining.

He picked up the gun carefully. 'Shhhhhhh, be quiet now little one.' Mikael whispered to the gun, even as it filled his mind with excited chirps and clicks like an overjoyed puppy. 'It is time to go to sleep.' Patiently, he stroked the circuitry of the gun to calm it down, and bit by bit the beeping and clicking in his mind slowed down to a silent halt and the lights on the gun faded to black. 'Goodnight.' Mikael whispered and he set the gun inside one of the garage's empty security lockers. The locker door closed slowly, the locking mechanism barely audible. 'Keep her safe, would you please?' Mikael said to the locker, and the dimly glowing panel on front blinked twice to say yes. He smiled, and as he left the garage and went up into the house the garage lights clicked off on their own.

He passed through the house, said good night to his parents and his sister, promised not to stay up too late and went up into his room. As he entered the room he turned on the lights and was instantly greeted by a robot cat who rubbed up against Mikael's ankles. Script was its name. He was one of the projects that Mikael actually finished, and he was quite proud of it. Besides the whole "being a robot" thing, Script was basically the same as any cat, if that cat didn't need to eat and chased viruses on the computer rather than rats and birds. Mikael reached down to pet it, and the pet received it with a content purr. Once he was done playing with Script, Mikael pulled the chair out of his desk and started writing plans and ideas down in his journal. The gun gave him a whole bunch of ideas that he wanted to try out, and he'll probably be up 'til 5 toying with them.

Waves of pleasure rolled through trick, eyes alight with joy. "Oh yes that's him, that's him" he chanted. Excitement was all he could feel looking at the face of Dimitri Cromwell, so far the only hunter to ever excite him in a fight. Soon he thought Soon there will be no more Dimitri. Mind racing ideas and questions popping up and disappearing at blinding speeds, How would I hurt him, what does he love, who does he care for? among the main ones. He grabbed the computer from Logan and scrolled through the pages of Cromwell, multiple family members, almost all hunters. Saliva dripped from Tricks mouth, unhindered by his lack of lips. A maddened laugh exploded from his chest, followed by an extreme heat boiling the floor beneath him. He looked back to Logan sweat dripping from his brow "Now tell me Logan, who are these Cromwells?"

*Malcolm is in his library, the moonlight tomes, a cup of tea next to him stirring on its own as he reads a book Salem is curled up in a cat bed on the desk all in all compared to the chaos outside the library seems peaceful... even the books putting themselves away as a cart rolls through the shelves*

After his encounter with 'The Healer' girl, Maxi decided not to take the subway as he felt that being underground could be nothing more than a death trap if he and the ice girl were to run into hunters there. Walking for a little while and talking to the kid, along with the occasional stopping to look out for any hunters who could be scouting. With a few hours going by, the ice girl was getting tired, not really having the energy to keep on, let alone, making it to Maxi's apartment.

@BlackPanther

On this leg of the traveling, Maxi stopped to take a look around so to find a place to rest for the night. Using an x-ray spell to look around, Maxi caught sight of some activity going on in a library close by. Books putting itself up, with a cart rolling by itself, and a man sitting while reading a book. Well if Maxi felt that there was a need to get familiar with others like him, now would be the time and hopefully he could convince this guy in the library to let them stay...hope that at least this person show consideration for his own kind.

Taking the girl by the hand, Maxi walked over to the door, trying to open the door and then banged on it.

@King Tai
*Malcolm doesn't even look up but the cart speeds up to the side of his desk the books remaining perfectly lined up on it the tea stops stirring itself and Salem jumps down and meows the door seems to be unlocked now* " Welcome to the moonlight tomes where all you moonlight reading can begin" *He sets the book down and stands striding over to the newcomers* "What may I help you with this evening" *He seems friendly but guarded and salem is by his feet the cat's eyes curiously watching the newcomers*

@BlackPanther

Maxi and the ice girl walked in while being welcomed and hesitated to speak while he looked the man up and down along with the cat that was with him. "You're a wizard aren't you? I saw the books and stuff moving on it's own...." Maxi started off saying. "We're looking for a place to stay for the night."

@King Tai
*Malcolm tilts his head then looks at Salem*
Salem:"Wizard and witch...ice witch" *Malcolm nods then nods to the two and does a hand gesture causing the door to close behind them and a black curtain covers the window over the door except for a closed sign* "I have a guest bedroom and a couch.... and I'm a witch not a wizard" *He turns and walks back to his desk* " I am Malcolm and the cat is Salem *Salem gives what looks like a smile to the girl*

@BlackPanther

Maxi smirked at the cat as he answered Malcolm "Cool...I'll let the girl take the room, I'll take the couch" Maxi looked over at the ice girl as she smiled looking at Salem, wanting to pet him. "Well...I'm Maxi...and well the girl's name is.....um...what was it again kid?"

the girl spoke up My name is Lavender.... reaching for Salem.

Maxi snapped his finger "Right!....Lavender....I just went by calling her the ice girl...but anywho...you said you're a witch? I've never heard a dude calling himself a witch. why is that? you wish you were a chick or something?" Maxi looked at him and realized he sorta looked like a pretty boy....maybe metrosexual? but he seemed friendly and helpful.

@King Tai
*Salem purrs at the girl and rubs on her legs*

*Malcolm looks at Maxi and sighs the tea going back to stirring itself and the cart rolling back to where it was the books flying to where they belong* "No my powers are more witch like in general... so Im a male witch and you can leave the entrance way"

@BlackPanther

Lavender went to pick Salem up so to hang out with him.

Maxi walked from the entrance way and watched his spell taking place with the restocking. Crossing his arms, he nodded in understanding "I see...I assume that your spells are quite useful enough to keep you from having any hunter get close to you at all." Making conversation while looking at his surroundings and checking the shelf of the books, hoping to find something that may be interesting to read, not that Maxi enjoys reading, as long as there were pictures.

Not looking in Malcolm's direction, Maxi continued "How long have you been here?"

@King Tai
*Salem gets picked up and is letting it happen*

*Malcolm drinks his tea then puts it down and stands walking over to Maxi he shrugs* "Ive been in this area since i was 9 and I've owned this store since I was 18... and I have avoided any unwanted confrontations... *His hands go into his pockets* "Though if I had to I also am able to fight back with lethal force. *Walks to the cart as it puts the last book up and rolls it back by the desk and locks it in place* "What about you? I don't think I have seen you before"