Location: Road 68
Time: Past dusk
Interacting with:

Finn looked delighted as he watched Kyran bring him his pot roast. The young wolf didn’t had high expectations of the food in this bar but it sure smelled better then he had expected. Not to mention that the serving of meat was extra-large. After driving for more then 14 hours any meal would feel like a treat but this pot roast was beyond his wildest expectations.

As Finn gobbled it down in a fast pace he talked a bit to the owner of this joint about renting a room. That Viktor dude was a bit gloomy but at least the rooms where cheap. The wolf accepted the keys as he paid the bill and started to move his few belongings to what would be his new home for a while. Finn had left New York to search for his brother but the truth was that this wasn’t really a trip he could return home from.

His father was a stoic man and leader of the pack. He leads by example and strict regulations. Not leaving the pack’s territory without permission was one of them. If you do that, you’re not only leaving the territory but also leaving the pack. A one way trip Finn’s brother undertook a year ago. And now the young wolf was following in his elder brothers footsteps. Some might find it unlikely that wolfs leave their pack but some bonds go deeper then loyalty to an alpha. Some connections simply cannot be severed.

With his belly full of meat and his place for the night arranged Finn felt reenergized. He could as well start his search for his elder brother right now. He quickly asked for directions towards the university and walked towards his car. He could not help to notice the tick woods at the outskirts of Ember Grove. His ancestors had probably hunted in such forests, but Finn never had. He had lived all his live in New York City and he and his family just would go grocery shopping for their daily portions of protein. For a moment he wondered if there would life any werewolves in such forest but then he heard it. A faint howl in the distance. It could be his brother!

Finn crossed the stream at road 69 and started to move eastward along the river and soon took the right turn onto road 68. For a moment the young wolf stopped as he listened for more howls but there was only an aery silence along this dark forest road. Non the less the young man decided that he would continue his wild goose chase into the unknown. With a distant howl as the only clue to go on.

As Finn made his way deeper into the forest he could see the headlights of a car coming his way. Judging by the speed, they where in a hurry. As the car passed him the scent of blood filled his nose for a short moment. Something bloody has happened further up the road and maybe it involved his brother. His brother Mike could be in trouble.

Finn picked up his pace and started to run further and further away from the town. His eyes glowed yellow as he accessed his inner wolves powers as tried to get a scent on anything out of the ordinary. Then he noticed it, a man in the distance. “Shit! He could have seen my eyes ”

Time: Night
Location: I WANNA GET OUT OF HERE - The Pit
Interaction with:@FunnyGuy@Pyxis@Potter@princess

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Lupin tried his best not to shift awkwardly, keeping the best he could his poise as the vampire girl ordered drinks for him. It didn't reek of poison, even if the alcohol seemed a bit cheap, but that was on par with the place. He took his cocktail in hand and pondered why would anyone even do that to a whisky. But well, who was he to judge. Noveau Cuisine and that all. He had made his fair share of experiments too. " Indeed I am,Ma belle amie. I have come here seeking a place to let my old bones rest until i expire my last." He finally said. "So this place kind of fits the bill. I guess that's not the same for your case... You seem... vivacious enough." Lupin began talking, swirling the drink in his hand. He wished he could get an aroma out of it, but between the lights, the infernal noises, and the smell of humanity it was a poor attempt. He could swear at least seven people were in intercourse right now. In the dancefloor.

You want to forget and be forgiven. But that's beyond your reach. You don't belong here, Lupin. You belong six feet deep, in the human made hell of that trench. Lupin gnashed his teeth. It was one thing trying to restrain himself from running from all the noise, but now he was getting flashbacks? He was beginning to be wracked by guilt.

"For Jean Pierre, my battle brother. Best friend I ever had. May his soul rest in peace." He solemnly said. Well, it's not a dance, but the woman with the well-endowed bosom is here. It's the thought that counts, right?. He added as he downed his drink. I bet he would smile that crooked smile of yours. If he could. The last memory he had of him came back to his mind.

Leaking brain matter, half of his head missing. Lupin's stomach churned, threatening to spill the drink. "Ugh, I am sorry...mademoiselle... I ... this is wrong. I should not be here, at all. Goodbye." He excused himself hurriedly, and tried to reach for the door.

Except he had forgotten the critical detail that he should have used the backdoor instead, and facing the same smell he had noticed earlier, plus a couple of his friends.

Merde.

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Frida resisted the temptation to slap the man silly. One was taught to turn the other cheek, but what was that about? Associate of father Johnson or not, this was a church, and she supposedly was a nun. He had some superficial looks that would have smitten a novice, but her will was not that weak. What a horndog.

"The work of the Lord never ends, and I serve the Lord." Frida replied, politely, but with enough hint of an icy edge to tell the man to cease in his attempt. Not only that, he was also spouting something about God not reaching far off places... and he was reaching for her crucifix. She did not rebuke his attempt, too busy restraining herself to not appear excessively livid with the disgusting display.

A reaction. The crucifix she had made of silver and enchanted, long time ago. It would burn his skin if one were not careful. And while most superstitions thought that someone who was burned by a crucifix was likely a demon, Frida knew the true reason for it. Her eyes suddenly narrowed, and felt her restraint wane even more.

How dared he. One of the accursed beasts in the house of God, no less. Her friendly front shattered in pieces, as her face turned into a snarl expression, her eyes penetrating and blood curling, full of righteous fury, one could say."Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife." Frida repeated, adding an invective to emphasize the situation."Ill-begotten spawn of King Lycaon. Pray tell me what is your business with the House of God, lest I invoke the Lord's Wrath upon ye. I shall give ye exactly one chance, for I detest bloodshed in this hallowed ground."

Time: Night
Location: Ember Grove Streets to Ember Grove Hand of God Church
Interaction with: @AtomicNut Frida

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Shit! Damien retracted his hand and gave it a quick shake after his finger touched the crucifix. The silver burned like scalding hot pot and he just touched it without thinking. His mind raced for an excuse for his reaction, but her narrowed eyes told him there was nothing he could say.

He took a step back as he lowered the hand that had been burned. While staring into the now fierce expression of the nun. Damien remained silent as he tried to get a grasp on the situation.

"What?" Damien's eyes shifted towards Lucy for a moment. The bird simply watched in silence. She's a nun that knows what I am, with a silver cross, but she's here in this church? His confused expression suddenly morphed into a cold stare. "I told you why I'm here. And I guess Xavier didn't keep you in the loop of things... or you're new here." Damien said before Lucy croaked. "Or you're not even a Holy Savior judging by your reaction to my… condition." Damien was grateful for Lucy.

Gwendolyn Dexter Barrett

Time: Night
Location: Trance
Interactions: @Derg2

Gwen was enjoying her drinking chugging the contents of her drink, the rum and coke burnt her throat but she didn't care and reviled in it. The mixture of the rum and cocaine was causing her mind and perception to become warp, Placing the glass on the counter and heading toward the dance floor wanting to get her groove on. Walking towards the dance floor and standing a few feet form the middle of the dance floor, Bobbing her head at first letting the music fill her ears and getting ready to dance. Without another moment wasted she was starting to dance, and by that she was jumping up and down waving her arms around her body. Because the place was quite crowded, she was without a care in the world smacking her hands into people's faces. She didn't care of course but she could hear the complaining and dirty looking coming her way, "Fuckin watch it bitch" One man said pushing her backwards knocking her into a man who she didn't know at the moment was another vampire.

"Don't fuckin push me mate, I ain't in the fucking mood ya dog cunt" She screamed over the loud music playing, quickly recovering and pushing back against the guy. Her yelling was drowned out by the music but she was ready to brawl, Just opting to punch the guy square in the fast sending him dropping onto the ground. "That's right don't fuck me ya cocksucker" Spit flying out of her mouth as she turned around to get another drink. As she walked towards the bar counter, Ordering a vodka and soda while taking a quick snort of some of the cocaine in the baggie. She didn't see the guy she had just hit being helped back up onto his feet, Not like she cared about his well being and was now in a terrible mood.

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Sometimes the Lord sent trials and tests to try one's patience. In this case, Ember Grove was quickly to be proving one, with the now unveiled werewolf still being adamant on his reason to be here. Maybe there was a hint of truth, if only because most werewolves were too impulsive or stupid to not try to keep in character when facing being discovered. They'd just flee, or transform. "A likely story." Frida said curtly. "You are telling me that you, a lycantrope, has been the bloodhound of Father Johnson?... Well I am supposed to believe in miracles, but it's a test of Faith on its own." Her eyes met with his, and she didn't seem to budge, until she broke visual contact with him.

"A test of Faith it is, then. I shall stand vigil alongside you, until Father Johnson or the others corroborate your version. I cannot have someone like you out of my sight. I suggest you do a little prayer. For thine soul." The nun said, sitting on one of the pews, before eyeing the bird for a second.

"Interesting choice of companion. Very intelligent. They also... remember insults and faces forever, so I've been told." She added, with no small amount of hostility, before producing some leftover cookie crumbs and tossing them on the ground besides her. "I do have leftover coffee, if praying is not your thing. It would make a pitiful last meal, though." She finished her spiel.

Time: Night
Location: Outside the Pit
Interaction with: @AtomicNut Lupin, @princess Angel, @Potter Nikolaus

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Sean raised an eyebrow at Angel's descriptions for the suspicious pair she had seen.

"A girl with an older dude, yes, but those descriptions don't add up. The old guy had a lot of gray if you get what I mean, and the girl was far from being in gothic clothing." Sean thought it possible that the pair she saw entered the club before his arrival. He was aware that Angel was too eager and the wild child of the squad, but she wasn't an idiot.

And here it comes.

Nikolaus and Angel were like two peas from completely different pods that managed to roll up right up next to each other on a carnivore dieter's dinner plate. Sean found their banter to be amusing at times, but could only take it in small doses. It was always Angel being hardy and confident clashing with Nikolaus' seriousness and wanting to help. Sean knew Angel was embellishing her story but listened silently with an amused smile.

"Really?" Sean wanted to poke at Nikolaus a bit as well as he entertained Angel's story. "You're right Niko. The important thing is that they're gone… Oh and there's no fucking way I'm stepping foot in that club. Even with Mister and Misses Frankenstein at my side…" Sean shook his head before he noticed that it wasn't his quick retort that stopped Niko mid-sentence. The hunter had spotted someone exiting the club. The sugar daddy…

"That's the old guy I was talking about. His girlfriend is definitely not human, but I'm not sure about him…" Sean informed before taking the initiative of addressing the man across from them. He jogged across the road and stopped just before he could reach the sidewalk. "Hey sir, is everything alright with you? I can call you an ambulance if you want. Your friend know you're out here?" Sean played concerned, but he was remaining both alert and observant. Why did you come out this way? Something drive you out? Physically, you look fine, but you're clearly shaken up by something.

Time:Night
Location: The Pit
Mentions:@Potter Nikolaus @FunnyGuy Sean @AtomicNut Lupin

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Angel felt giddy as Niko called her lava girl. He actually was aware of the stupid movie? She could imagine him, being his stoic self as he sat and watched Sharkboy and Lavagirl. She made a noise as she held back laughter, too entertained by the thought to even defend herself over what he said next. "Oh my God..." She whispered. However, it was time to kick supernatural ass so Angel gathered herself together and glanced at Sean as he proclaimed he wasn't going in the club. "Sean don't go chickenshit on me now. I go in there all the time; I got your back."

When she looked back at the club entrance, the expensive-suit guy was back. To be fair, older folk did wear weird clothes like that, but he was definitely too old to be at this joint. She tilted her head, looking him up and down as Sean informed them that this was the guy he saw. Angel didn't recall seeing a woman with him previously. The next clue given to them was this man looked unhappy to see them, so her guess was he was not human.

A vampire probably would have stopped aging long ago. This guy was something else if not human, but one of the less problematic things usually. Werewolves had to be checked on but they were usually not as mass-murdering as vampires since they did not need to hurt others for survival. They had been taught to not trust them nor witches anyhow. The powers they had were dangerous, and they could not just waltz around town the way humans do. Werewolves could lose control and also could get malicious, especially in packs. Angel could recall the commander saying they were basically wild animals better off put down due to being rabid, though she had never met one and wasn't sure what to make of them herself. Witches messed with dark magics and offset the natural balance, causing destruction with any emotional outburst that let out uncontrollable power. Angel had not met many of those either.

Sean spoke up first, playing the concerned card. It was a good way to make him more comfortable. Though the guy was obviously fine physically so she hoped that would not make him more suspicious of them. For extra good measure, Angel waved at him flirtatiously and gave him a wink. The man would probably chalk up her examining him to her checking him out, so she'd go with that play.

Time: Night
Location: Hidden allyway → Holiday Inn
Interaction: @Ithradine

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“Hmm...Well if you do not know where your home is, then you need to go away from this area there seems to be a large number of hunters in the area gathering. I must leave here shortly but I need you to get to safety, I would not want to deal with your mother after telling her you had died.” Marceau gestured her to follow and moved down the street, passing the church and hospital. He made a left on Road 68 and finally, they were standing across from the mall at the local Holiday Inn. “You can get a room in this establishment here. If you do not have finances, I can provide. Here,” He took out a card from his pocket that had his name and number on it. He had printed quite a few of them to hand out to his fellow vampires upon meeting. “If you ever need anything at all, do not hesitate to contact me.”

He could feel the subtle tension between the twins as he waited in the kitchen, stacking away utensils that had washed themselves. He really ought to ask more about this Damien guy… but not tonight. As soon as Rose was ready, he was straight out the door behind her like a shot, taking his other cousin by the arm as she complimented his outfit.

Outside the club, Felix slammed the Beetle’s door shut with gusto. He had been waiting all week for this promised night out. He had always found Trance a great place for a night of inebriation and non-stop dancing, both things his life had been sorely lacking recently. As the young warlock walked toward the entrance he gave a questioning look to both his cousins to ensure they had both strengthened their personal wards. Whilst Trance was usually a friendly place for a night out, it was not neutral ground like Alexei’s and given the last few hours, he was taking no chances.

Felix was patted down at the entrance and promptly gave his name to the hostess who pointed out a booth with the optimal proximity to dance floor, bar and restrooms. He took planning nights out probably too seriously. He pointed it out to his cousins and made his way to the bar to get their drinks, bumping shoulders with an attractive gentleman on the way out. He was temporarily frozen as their eyes met, his startling green eyes and long glossy hair captivating. He was even more surprised when the guy then turned to blow a kiss… Felix gave the guy a coy smile in return before noticing he was on the arm of an equally beautiful woman.

Feeling stupid he continued onto the bar where he slotted straight in and counted his order off on his fingers, “Three espresso martinis, please.” He flashed the attractive barman a smile but he was still thinking about the guy he’d bumped into on the way in when he noticed a young blonde guy at the bar who definitely looked underage. He struggled to quash his teacher instincts and was pretending not to notice when he heard the commotion on the dance floor. Turning to see a guy being helped off the floor, it was not hard to follow the eyes in the room to identify the culprit - the girl next to him, who he was alarmed to see was brazenly snorting a line of coke whilst she waited for her drink.

Felix nodded in her direction to the head barman with a sympathetic expression and quickly fumbled to carry all three glasses to their booth. Not wanting to be anywhere near the coked-up assailant as the bouncers closed in on her. As he wove through the crowd he couldn’t help but wonder what other non-humans were around them and briefly wished he was still wearing his glasses with their Seeker enchantments on them and not his contacts. “There we go ladies,” he exclaimed with a flourish as he reached their table. “Here’s to a drunken, stress-free, dance-filled night.” He spoke with a heavy emphasis on ‘stress-free’ whilst looking at the twins before lifting his glass - “Cheers!” He knew from experience that this may be the last time they were all together. You couldn’t expect three powerful witches to just sit and sat amongst themselves with so much fun to be had… Felix took another sip and excused himself to nip to the bathroom, regretting sneaking a couple of drinks of his homebrew before coming out this evening.

Time: Night
Location: Ember Grove Streets to Ember Grove Hand of God Church
Interaction with: @AtomicNut Frida

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Damien's cold expression soften a bit as Frida spoke, but into bored tired look. Just say "I don't believe you, so I'm going to keep a close eye on you until I do" lady.

"If your test of faith means spending your night with me then I welcome it." Damien grinned and bounced his eyebrows like the Cassanova he clearly wasn't. Despite his words, he didn't really want that… anymore. Damien was just hoping he could bother the woman enough to leave out of disgust for him.

When she spoke of Lucy as a bird, Damien looked at the familiar with his devilish grin. Lucy croaked and turned away from the woman and her comments on her.

"She's always been there for me. Like a big sister of sorts." When offered coffee, Damien frowned. "No thank you. I like my… Finally." Damien interrupted himself as he heard the faint footsteps followed by the appearance of Father Xavier, leader of Ember Grove's Holy Saviors.

With a kind smile on his face as he saw both of his requests for aid standing in his church, together.

"God gives me so many blessings. Sister Frida and Mr. Crawford. My means to either save or damn those who conspire and bed with Satan." Xavier looked back and forth between the two and stopped at Damien. He was easier in Xavier's eyes. Simple. "Nice to finally meet the man I've heard so much about. Coven after coven across this country wiped out like as if pestilence himself struck them!"

"That's just too much praise for a guy like me." Damien chuckled, as he stepped forward. Like you need to cut down on the talking. I'm trying to not spend my whole night at a church. "I actually have my eyes on two covens. I just need time, and I can hit them hard and fast. The only thing I ask of you is to allow me to work independently. I can't infiltrate a coven if I'm seen going to church to report every move I make."

"I want to see the same results I heard of from Atlanta. If you require independence to do so, I will place my faith in this." Damien nodded at Xavier who continued to smile kindly. Xavier then turned to Sister Frida. "Sister Frida the Hand of God Church is grateful in receiving you and your reputation for saving those possessed by Satan's spawn."

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Leilani’s face lit up at Cyler’s suggestion. She could tell he was trying to help her, and decided that this was a great start toward not being a useless addition to things. Besides, she was always looking for a new way to express her creativity, even when she was stumped with what to draw. Painting with light seemed like it would be simple enough on her end, since all she had to do was draw for a camera while he fiddled with the settings and took care of the technical aspects. She had seen the results of a few light paintings, and they all looked rather beautiful.

“That sounds perfect!” She exclaimed, her enthusiasm showing in a soft grin. “Just tell me when. I'm free...all the time.” She chuckled, realizing that she would have to fix that at some point. She’d have to search for a job, and soon. Then she could contribute more steadily to the clan.

God, it was like she was actually considering staying, and never returning to her parents or her past life. Then again, at least the clan accepted her. She couldn’t be sure her parents would.

In no time at all, they had arrived on the outskirts of the pit. While she wanted to go in, or perhaps even just meander outside for a little while, she was caught off guard by four people lingering outside. Leilani watched them from the cross-section leading up to the bar. Three were younger, and one was quite old for being outside a bar like The Pit. The three younger people checked up on the older man, who appeared frazzled.

What, exactly, was going on?

”Cyler, should we go around the back? I don’t want to disturb those people, they look weird.” They hadn’t done anything too out of the ordinary yet, but Leilani was hesitant nonetheless. Ember Grove was a hotspot for weirdos, and hunters, and werewolves. All things she had been taught to avoid, pretty much.

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Frida's eyes didn't leave Damien and his crass attitude, much like a sulky child who had just lost a game and found it boring, was somewhat tolerated. She did not relish in this either, but she couldn't rule out the remote possibility that Xavier, upon seeing what she had seen in the streets, had somewhat bent his strict demeanour to accommodate for the lupine curse of his informant. The crow moving away from her did not help either, but this more or less confirmed a nagging suspicion that the creature was a familiar. Of whom, she did not know... yet. But she had known that these creatures were extremely loyal to their masters.

So ... the master of the corvid was someone in Damien's closest circle, if... not the man himself. But what were the odds of such a colourful life finding his way into church? Pretty low. Then again...

Xavier did surprise her mildly upon putting the damned mutt as an equal of hers. But she had long known to endure flippant behaviours if it meant following means to an end. "Well, Father Johnson is the one in charge in here. If he trusts your judgement, who am I to doubt you, Damien?" Frida said, trying to appear a bit polite. "Still the situation is dire indeed. We shall need to communicate eventually. The chosen of the Beast prowl nearby. Stryges. Sons of Lycaon. Maleficae. I am grateful that I've been entrusted to this particular church under transfer orders from my superior exorcists. There is indeed much to do."

I really wonder what ticks underneath that careful kept guard of yours. Oh well, let's shake it a little. Frida pondered. "Allow me to apologize with a little blessing, even though I am no priest." She paused as she extended her hands upon Damien, more specifically the burnt fingers of his hand.

"Mark 16:18. "They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover." She said out loud, as she mentally focused. Sanae She thought inwardly, as the once burnt flesh by the silver was knit anew and healed while she laid her hands on the werewolf, just like the healings of faith from the bible. When she was finished after a trifle."With this, you don't need to explain any wound whatsoever. May God be with ye, Damien." The nun smiled.

“Distracted? By what the blood loss or gapping stab wound.” He joked. “Relax, I don’t think either of them noticed, and we’re all still in one piece.” Liam said, shrugging off the thrill ride that was Sorrel’s driving, for someone who had been recently stabbed he didn’t think she was doing a terrible job. He glanced in the back seat at the two other wolves and they both seemed alright, though it occurred to him that maybe they should’ve put seat belts on them just in case. It seemed strange to him that she was an alpha with no real pack, but he hadn’t commented on it, in case it had been a recent loss. Liam wondered if there was any real pack presence in Ember Grove at all, and with it being clear that Luna wasn’t with Sorrel either, that would make her the second wolf he’d found here looking more than a bit worse for wear. It seemed like there was going to be a lot of work to do in Ember Grove and without any strong packs to align with that was going to make his goals a lot more challenging. Liam saved further questions about the threats in this town for later, however, as they approached the camp site.

Near the edge of the campgrounds a collection of tents sat along with a few vehicles and caravans. There were a handful of campfires burning where members of the pack were gathered, drinking, cooking meat, and partying well into the night. He directed Sorrel towards an RV that served as the pack’s infirmary, kept well stocked with first aid supplies. A few of his people followed the car as it approached the RV, his pack knowing that when someone pulled up here, they likely needed help. He hopped out of the car the second it was stopped, and looked towards the others of his pack who had followed the car.

“There’s two in the back who’ll need carried in, someone grab Jason we’ve got wolves who need patched up.” Liam spoke quickly relaying orders, pointing at people when he asked for something so there was no question as to who needed to do what. “Get the man into the shower, he’s got silver all over him. I want scouts patrolling the area, we’ve got some real nasty leeches in this town and I don’t want any getting in.”He added as a couple of the wolves helped carry Cyrus and Luna into the RV. Liam waited for Sorrel to make sure she didn’t need any help, but didn’t ask any of the others to help her, because in his experience alpha’s rarely wanted to look weak in front of other wolves.

Time: Night
Location: Trance
Interaction: @princess Violet @jetipster Felix @Derg2 Cain @Eviledd1984 Gwendolyn

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The drive to Trance didn't take long and Rose eagerly got out of her sister's Beetle. They were all in need of this night of fun. Rose gave her cousin a reassuring look so he knew that her personal ward was as strengthened as she could manage. They made their way into the club after being checked by the bouncer and Rose immediately felt more upbeat the instant the music hit her ears. She swayed a bit to the beat as Felix pointed out their table. She chuckled to herself a little bit as she realized how perfectly placed the table was. He really did like to plan these things out perfectly, but she definitely wasn't complaining. She knew they'd all be grateful for the spot he'd picked.

She moved with Violet over to the table as Felix went to the bar. She didn't feel like sitting yet and so she opted to stand and watch people in the crowd. A woman near the bar seemed to be starting a bit of a fight, which Rose knew wouldn't go over well. She'd been involved in a small fight before there and the bouncers were quick to stop it and throw out those who were defiant about calming down. Thankfully she hadn't been one of those as she hadn't wanted to ruin her sister's night at the time. Since then she knew to try her best to avoid scuffles.

Soon Felix was back with some martinis for the three of them and Rose took hers while thanking him. She smiled at his toast and raised her glass as well before taking a drink. The espresso martini was well made and a good way to start off the night, though she knew as soon as this was gone she'd probably go to the bar and take a few shots. She wanted to start feeling the effects of the alcohol soon as it gave her a lot more confidence.

Felix left for the bathroom and Rose knew that they likely wouldn't see each other too much as each of them would most likely pursue some form of fun. Maybe they'd all find each other at some point and have a dance, though. Speaking of dance, she turned to look at Violet. "We should go dance after we finish these drinks." She suggested to her twin with a grin. As soon as she said it, however, someone knocked into her causing her to spill her drink all over the floor.

"The fuck? Watch where you're going dude!" She yelled at the guy who didn't even appear to have heard her and was drunkenly stumbling off. She sighed, exasperated and looked down at the wasted alcohol for a moment before looking back at Violet. "Or maybe after I get a new drink…" She shrugged before moving towards the bar, weaving through people and avoiding being trampled a couple times.

Soon she was at the bar, standing next to a guy whom she thought looked a little young to be in here. It wasn't her bar, though, so she wasn't about to say anything about that. She flagged down the bartender and ordered two shots of whiskey. That would definitely start her feeling good. As she waited, she glanced to the woman who'd shoved the guy and now had bouncers defending on her. "Word of advice my friend, they don't take well to fights breaking out here. That's more tolerated at the pit. These guys will kick you out pretty quickly." She informed the woman before two shots were placed in front of Rose. She picked one up, downed it, then did the same with the second. She enjoyed the warmth it created in her chest and smiled a bit.

After a moment she glanced over at the blonde haired man next to her and realized he was scanning the crowd in a rather predatory way. "Hey, you okay bud?" She asked him with concern and a slight bit of alarm as she gently touched his arm. She knew it wasn't really any of her business and she should leave him be, but she couldn't help herself. Maybe she thrived off a bit of danger.

Time: Dusk
Location: Campgrounds
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel @Helo - Liam


Distant voices played in the back of his mind, the pain almost numbing for how long the silver had been burning at his skin. Cyrus woke up to the soothing feeling of water washing his skin from the silver. He worriedly began looking around with his eyes open but was only met with intensely blurred vision from small traces of silver that had gotten into his eyes. “What the fuck? I can’t see!” He yelled to whoever was helping him. Cyrus desperately began to keep his eyes open towards the water. The pain was intense, making him yell out for some time. The water began to effectively wash all the silver off, so thankfully the pain began to subside.

Cyrus slid against the shower wall, breathing roughly as he began to compose himself. “Let me rest a moment…” He grumbled. As the wheels began to turn once again in his head, he asked the wolf who had aided him, “Where’s Sorrel? Is she okay?” The wolf took more than a millisecond to answer, so he pushed himself up on his feet, grabbing a pair of pants that had been left for him. He hastily got into them before bursting outside the RV, eyes searching wildly. “Sorrel!?”

Gwendolyn Dexter Barrett

Time: Night
Location: Trance
Interactions: @Derg2@Tae

Gwen was mumbling something when she was being spoken to by Rose, she felt her blood boiling from being told what she could not do including pushing another drunkard. Seeing the bouncers coming towards her she knew she could take them, they were human and she was much stronger then they were. "Don't touch me motha fucka" She pushed one of the bouncers who was taller and had more muscle tone then her, however because she was a vampire she could manhandle them no problem. Combined with the affects of the cocaine she was more then ready to fight, finishing her drink and placing it onto the counter before quickly turning around to face them. "And another thing, don't tell me to leave i'll leave when i'm fucking ready" She said loudly but the loud droning music was drowning out her yelling.

When one of the bouncers was grabbing her shoulder to lead her away, her reaction time overtaking her body as her predatory instinct taking over. Grabbing the large man's shoulder and flipping him over and onto his back, she could see the other bouncer coming at her which made her run at him giving him a swift kick to his chest sending him backwards onto his back. A fight starting as a crowd of people was surrounding them watching the fight, Running back to the downed man stomping her foot onto his chest hoping to crack his ribs. Not seeing the other bouncer from before knocking her onto the ground having her face slam onto the ground, "Get off of me ya cunt" She yelled out then screaming that she was being raped by these bouncers to see if any of the patrons would come help her having not seen the fight she started. The second bouncer was holding his ribs kicking her in the head and her side, The first bouncer holding her arms down and headbutting her.

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Helene was not about to argue with the progenitor of all vampires so she decided to follow him, not once thinking of giving him the slip. "Very well, I shall follow your lead." She had never met a hunter in person before so she had no experience to draw from regarding their power, but if Marceau said it was dangerous for her it had to be true. They soon left the sketchy part of the town with Helene walking behind Marceau like an obedient child, her eyes scanning from side to side taking in the sights. If she presented no threat to the hunters that prowled Ember Grove, would they still seek her death? Helene wanted to believe they wouldn't but she had seen the reports gathered by the Sinclaire Foundation. Hunters were human, and humans killed other humans in cold-blood all the time. If shared humanity didn't stop humans from murdering each other, then it would be easier for them to kill someone like her.

This depressing train thought showed in the somber look she had as they arrived at their destination. A place where humans purchased temporary residence usually during their travels. She reached out and took the card from Marceau, glancing it over as he finished talking. Once more, she gave a curtsy and lowered her head slightly "I am sincerely grateful, your grace." She then rose from her cursty "I shall call if I am ever in need. If you would excuse me, I will obtain a room now." The truth was she had already secured an apartment in town using her allocated wealth from the Sinclaire Foundation. After receiving Marceau's blessing to leave, she would depart for the Holiday Inn. The entire exchange had been so nerve-wracking for Helene that she swore she could feel her heat beating in her chest.

Time: Night
Location: In the car headed towards campground
Interactions: @Alivefalling Cyrus @Potter Luna @Helo Liam

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Sorrel began to chuckle as Liam joked, but that was a mistake and she inhaled sharply as pain coursed through her body. She was feeling everything now and she decided it was her own pure willpower that was keeping her going when all she wanted to do was curl up and scream in pain. She followed Liam’s directions to the RV and was relieved when she was able to stop the car. Before she could even turn the engine off, people were pulling Cyrus and Luna out of the car and rushing them into the RV. No one tried to help her which she was fine with as she didn’t want to appear weak to these wolves, still having the pride of an alpha within her.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and glanced down at her now blood soaked shirt. There was no hiding the fact that she was injured so she began to get out of the car, but it was a slow task. As she stood a rush of dizziness came over her and had to support herself on the car for a moment so she didn’t collapse. When it finally passed she began to move towards Liam, one hand instinctively going to press against her open stab wound. She wasn’t moving as quickly as she normally did which frustrated her, but she did her best to not let that frustration show. ”Thank you for helping us Liam. If it weren’t for you, Cyrus and I would have most likely ended up at the hospital and that would have definitely raised questions.” She gave him a thankful smile. She was almost to the RV when the door burst open and Cyrus came rushing outside, calling for her. The urgency and concern in his voice broke something loose inside of her and she began moving towards him as quickly as her body would allow.

”I’m here. I’m fine. It’s okay.” She said as she grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Seeing him moving around brought her a tiny bit of relief, but there was still a twinge of guilt there. She found herself hugging him while speaking now. ”Es tut mir Leid. Du wurdest verletzt und es ist alles meine Schuld.”* She hadn’t initially realized she switched to speaking German as it was just something that came so naturally to her, especially when she was feeling a bit emotional. She knew he’d understand what she meant, though, and didn’t feel the need to say it again in English.

After a moment she let him go and looked up at him, feeling a wave of dizziness once again that almost had her falling over. ”I need to go inside now. I have an injury that needs fixing and Liam and his pack have been kind enough to offer to do so.” She informed Cyrus before glancing back at Liam, giving him a look that said she wasn’t doing great. She was very pale now and looked like she could pass out at any second.

* "I'm so sorry. You got hurt and it's all my fault."

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Time: Night
Location: Trance
Interaction: @Derg2 Cain @Eviledd1984 Gwendolyn

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Rose was a little taken aback when the response she got from the man beside her seemed dismissive. For a moment she debated on just letting it go and leaving, but something kept her from being dissuaded that easily. Perhaps it was the gaze he gave her, a deep and unusual hunger had filled them and a small part of her had a feeling she may have known why. After working in a bar that was full of supernaturals all the time, you started to be able to recognize certain tell tale signs. If she were smart, she would walk away right now in fear that he wouldn’t be able to control himself and she would become a snack. She was never known for making the smartest decisions, however, and this guy looked like he could use a friend right now.

”I’m sorry if I offended you, I was just trying to be friendly.” She said as she offered an apologetic smile. Smiles always felt awkward on her face anymore, but thankfully the alcohol was helping with that just a little bit. It made her more willing to smile and be a bit more friendly.

Her attention was soon grabbed by the fight between the bouncers and the girl she had warned earlier. She rolled her eyes, knowing that this woman would soon be put on the blacklist of Trance. She’d seen it happen before and luckily avoided that fate herself. It was when the woman started yelling that the bouncers were trying to rape her that she couldn’t stay quiet any longe. ”Oh for fucks sake, shut up! We all saw you attack them first! Stop squealing like a little pig!” She shouted it just as loudly in case anyone who hadn’t seen what happened and was considering helping her would think twice. She shook her head before turning her attention back to Cain.

”Sorry, the pit isn’t normally like this and I can’t stand when people make idiotic accusations like that.” She leaned up against the bar with a sigh. ”I’m Rose, by the way.” She introduced herself as she stuck out her hand, hoping that he’d shake it and accept her attempts at trying to be friendly. She also kept an eye out for either Violet or Felix, knowing they wouldn’t want to hang around if fights like this were breaking out here at Trance. She just hoped they’d decide to go to the Pit or something instead so their night out wouldn’t end before it began.