KiraVanhelsing

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa stayed behind large family groups, her eyes watching to see if anyone was following her. Most of the guards were absent, probably cleaning up her mess in the bathroom, or moving past her with little to no care as to who she was. Suddenly she spotted Alden shuffling along with their bags, pain visible just below his expression. She moved over to him quickly, speaking harshly after her choking, "Al...Brian!" Her eyes darting around in search of future enemies, "You don't look so good. Did they come after you too? Here give me that. We have to get out of here."

She took her suitcase because it was heavier, her eyes moving behind to see a few choice men eyeing them from afar. She set her jaw then looked up at Alden her warm brown eyes confident, "Let's move."

She waited for Alden to go first following slightly behind him, as she kept watch, "I have no idea who the hell sold us down the river, but there is a special place in hell for them!"

Suddenly, she noted the American woman's husband coming from the right his eyes fully zoned on them with intense hatred. She hurried Alden up pushing him towards the doors when she noted the assailant reaching for his waistband. Her eyes widened as she lifted up her suitcase trying to use it as a shield as she screamed, "RUN!"

She ran forward hoping Alden was behind her when a few shots went off. She ducked to the right then left heading outside towards a yellow cab. By now people were screaming and running around, banging into her as she made her way to the car like a giant orange bullseye. When she reached it she opened the door, ducking down and throwing in her suitcase quickly. She turned to Alden about to say something when something wissed by her head. Her eyes widened as she ducked down letting out a haggard breath, before pulling out a knife, "Sneak around and get the car started, I will be vith you in a moment."

She laid low looking around for the assailant, her eyes cold as she rolled the knife between her bruised fingers. She kept her eyes on the shoes he was wearing. She had made a note of them while he was sitting in the plane. One of the rare tactics she had acquired over time. She spotted what she was certain was them in the crowd. She watched the footwork and at the right moment, she stood up whipping her hand forward as the knife sailed through the air into the shoulder of the lone gunman with accurate precision, hitting him just below the shoulder. She ducked into the car quickly yelling out harshly in Russian, "ИДТИ ИДТИ"

She remained low, groaning as she twisted into her seat, as she peeked out the window. No shots followed their departure so she assumed she had at least slowed him down. She turned to Alden, sitting up properly in the front seat, "I think I hurt him, but I can't be certain. Ve should switch cars as soon as possible."

She let out a harsh grunt before punching the dash angrily, "ПРОКЛЯТЬЕ!! I cannot believe our cover vas blown so soon!!! The damn Cyka on the plane tried to choke me in the bathroom. GOD DAMN IT!"

She let out a breath then looked at Alden's shoulder where a large red stain was beginning to grow. She set her jaw, "Move. I vill drive. Don't argue with me. Your shoulder looks bad enough as it is."

She shuffled over his lap, trying not to step or push any of his wounds before she settled in the driver's seat. She settled her bloody fingers on the wheel and tried to ignore the pain in her cheek, "Should I take you to the hospital? I can stitch that up for you, but I am no professional."

She paused trying to not sound like an asshole, "If ve go there, they are going to ask questions. They will probably ship us home."

She settled her eyes on the traffic, trying to shift slightly in a more comfortable position, "It's your choice?"

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

[color=00746b][/color]“WE ARE SEPARATING!?!?!?!” Takashi yelled quite angrily.

Ursa flinched slightly as she kept her eyes on the sleek pad computer in her hands, reading quietly some information Dill had collected on both Juniper’s planet and some background info on Mr. Handsome. She spoke quietly, “Yes...Like I just said. I am the one who chose Bob as a client and I am the one who brought Juniper on this ship. Half of your bounty warrants barely changed apart from mine. He wants me...hence why I am going alone.”

Anna spoke up next, “We have your back Captain! We are your crew! You need us!”

Ursa sighed lowering the computer down as she rubbed her sore eyes, “Look guys. I get it. Honestly I want you to come with me. I know we work better as a group. I am not doing this because I find it’s my responsibility to protect you. We are criminals, and at the end of the day we take care of ourselves first. My first priority is not your lives. It’s the business. It’s your wallets. We joined together for money and I am going to be damned losing it because some asshole thinks he can get rid of me so easily. We already missed two shipments and if we lose anymore Donny and his boys are going to steal our routes.”

She stood up, leaning forward slowly, “I want you to do what I pay you to do. Smuggle. I want us to make sure our shipments are on time and undamaged, and to make sure our competitors don’t use this slip up to push us off the table. Jerry and I have dedicated too much to just shrink away now.”

Takashi shook his head turning to Mac, “I can’t believe this shit. Will you talk some sense into her?”

Mac had remained silent for a while his steel eyes staring at her across the table, before he spoke, “She’s right.”

Ursa let out a breath and stood up straight as Takashi screamed, “WHAT THE HELL MAC!!!”

Mac looked at the group, “She’s right about the business. We need to separate and keep up orders. Jerry is depending on us and we can’t let him down either. We can also find out more through the systems and make contact as soon as possible. I don’t like separating either but it’s smart...also it helps with the other problem.”

Ursa’s eyes dropped to the table, as Damian perked up, “Which is?”

Mac kept his eyes on Ursa, “The cop.”

Ursa blinked, her heart beating fast, “He’s not a problem.”

Mac shook his head, “He is. You don’t think he’s gonna send a raid the moment you leave this outpost...or better yet arrests you as soon as he gets a free moment. I read those files, the moment Dill uploaded them. Squeaky clean. He’s moral..He’s..”

Ursa lifted her head, anger filling her words, “My problem...and he saved my life mind you. You forgot that. He saved Takashi’s life as well!”

Mac nodded, “He did. Hence why I didn’t say anything when we brought him here, but he is going to turn the tables on you one day. It’s inevitable toots. You get too close to him and he will betray you. He doesn’t see the gray. He’s black and white and you know it.”

Ursa grabbed the pad, her expression guarded. She knew that Mac was right. Jean was on the wrong side of her world, but she was both enamored and smitten with his courage and charm. There was a chemistry there that excited and scared her. She didn’t feel any connection with anyone, over the course of her travels, but he was different. The attraction was electric and she knew that inevitably it would burn her. She couldn’t help herself though. She wanted him, and the fact that the world told her she couldn’t, made her want him even more. She hid all this though and just nodded, “I know. I’ll lose him, or I’ll find something to blackmail him with…”

Mac didn’t relent, “And if you can’t?”

Ursa grew angrier, knowing he pushed her into a corner she couldn’t escape from, so she gave him the answer he wanted, even though it tasted like poison on her lips, “I’ll kill him. Crew first. Always.”

The thought made her feel such a horrid disgust leaving her feeling sick and confused. She didn’t understand her feelings and felt as if the words were a betrayal. How could it be though? She barely even knew this guy..so why did it matter. She slumped back into her seat knowing the answer was what her second mate wanted. Mac nodded then stood up turning to Aquaria, “Gorgeous, you know the procedure for a raid. I suggest you prepare for it.”

Ursa shook her head, “You are so damn paranoid. We have an understanding. He won’t...I think.”

Mac shook his head, “Just be ready.”

Aquaria smiled, “No problem sugar bear. If things go south, we know what to do. Jim and I are always prepared. Now Ursa you come with me. We found a caseload of Aurara collections on Agrathea and I think there are a few pieces you would like.”

Ursa smiled at her, “Sounds good Aquaria. So everyone is clear about the plan. We will be staying in touch but it has to be off the grid. When you find information about Bob. I want to know. Also, I need you to relay Jerry when you are safely out of our reach. I don’t want him near any of this. Everyone got it?”

The crew grumbled a few, 'Yes’ and Got it’s!’ before they were sent off to prepare the ships and perform a few other tasks. Ursa gave Mac a look before he walked off then turned to Aquaria who gave her a warm smirk, “You are way too easy to read Ursa.”

She turned heading into the hallway as Ursa let out a sigh then started following her, “Well it’s not like I need to lie for my job or anything...oh wait.”

Aquaria laughed before heading back into the larger warehouse to where a load of large purple crates was shoved against a wall, "You can lie extremely well, Ursa..you just can’t do it to people you care about. Don’t worry though. No judgment. Now let’s get you fixed up. I thought you would like these.”

Aquaria stepped inside a crate and pulled out a few carts, while Ursa began to look through the packaged outfits. She pulled out a few items from the lower priced choices and began to get changed. A few moments later she was suited up in some black knee-high boots, a pair of tight black leather shorts, a black and purple “Strutz Rule” crop top and a light blue denim jacket over top. She turned to Aquaria, “Ta-da!”

Aquaria laughed, “Seriously! You have choices like these and you go with the clearance? You know no one’s going to want to sleep with you in that get-up!"

Ursa pursed her lips, “I’m not trying to get laid, Aquaria. I’m trying to save a friend. Who the hell fights in a 3000 dollar dress. Plus I think I look good, for having my face purple with bruises and a few stab wounds in my leg.”

Aquaria rolled her eyes, “Whatever you say, miss fashion forward. Anyway I have to go check to see if Jim loaded your ship. Holler if you need me.”

Ursa nodded before she headed to her office, running her fingers through her hair. When she reached it, she put on her gun holster, happy that Mac had retrieved it from Nefario’s ship. She then moved over to a large metal cupboard opening it up to show an array of guns and other nifty objects. She pulled out her earbuds and replaced them with a different pair, she also pulled on some interesting metal bracelets and pulled on a garter with one nasty knife just barely visible from her boot. She also grabbed a backpack and threw a few more things inside before she moved to her desk and pulled out a first aid kit. She opened it to look at the mirror and winced, before pulling out a green band-aid which she placed just beneath her slightly black eyes across the bridge of her nose, “Alright...better than nothing I guess.”

Moments later, with Aquaria's words stuck in her head she was heading to meet the boys. She grabbed a ‘Tony Treo’s ball cap’ to pop on her head, turning it back as she caught Jean mentioning his change of dress to being more relative to the company. She walked in and gave an awkward smile, looking him up and down, “Not too shabby for wearing the fruits of my evil deeds. You could always come to the dark side, we have all the fun toys."

She turned to Emmett and gave him a smirk, “You aren't too bad either, handsome."

She moved over to a crate and awkwardly jumped up to sit on it, rubbing her chest lightly before she spoke again, "Hopefully, you found everything you will need. Can’t be over prepared when travelling to Deianira. Jim and Aquaria are just loading up, the ‘Sea Dog’ for us to use for transport. It’s smaller than the Ranger but it’s faster and has a better cloaking device. The rest of the crew will not be joining us, and my ship is too familiar so this should be a better option for us in case we get held up again.”

Mysteries Long Forgotten

The scar was quite visible when he moved his ear, and when Elsa gave it a look over she wondered if the scar was created by lucky deflection or skill. She fixed him with a quizzical gaze, figuring that one day she would expose her scars and so would he. She spoke softly, “Vorkshop accident? Good to know. Lucky thing you didn’t lose anything important.”

She turned slightly to note the couple had received their drinks. The thin American woman with blonde hair and stunning blue eyes gave her a smile and a wave. Her middle-aged husband with brown hair and too tanned skin, gave a slight nod, but not much else. She waved back then let out a slight yawn, leaning back into her seat. She leaned her cheek against the seat, turning to the window with her eyes closed, "I vill go over your notes again in a bit, but for now I think I am going to take a nap. Be kind enough to vake me when ve land...husband.”

Within a few moments she was out, soft snores coming out of her with ease, still holding Alden’s hand. During the course of the flight she remained sleeping, her head falling against Alden with ease, until the plane started to make it’s landing. She woke with a start, sitting up quickly when she realized whom she was laying on, “Ahh..Sorry. Plane ride vas faster than I thought. Did you have a good flight?”

--------------------------------------------------- In the Airport!

“Ahhh It’s good to be on solid ground again. Sitting so long makes me vant to go for a run...or...go to the ladies. I vill meet you at baggage in a bit.”

She patted Alden on the arm heading to the washroom at a fast pace. After finishing her business she exited the beige stalls to wash her hands. The sinks were set up in a straight line a mirror filling half the room to make the green tiled walls seem larger than they were. She took some soap and ran the water slowly, washing her hands quickly. She looked up from her task into the mirror to notice the American woman was exiting a stall behind her. She smiled at the mirror and spoke calmly, “I hope you enjoyed the vodka, looked like you needed one.”

The woman walked up slowly her white heels clacking up against the tile, responding with a soft Texan accent, “Oh darling. You have no idea. Planes always puts me on edge. You would think after travelling the way I do, that I would be used to it, by now, but every new venture is different.”

Elsa fixed her ponytail shrugging, “Eh...Fair. I can’t stand being so high like that. Thousands of feet up in the air makes one feel so vulnerable.”

The woman was just behind Elsa to the left and did her own fix of her hair, “Yeah...small spaces really make one feel uncomfortable. Like now. It’s just me and you, in a small bathroom. Just two lil girls playing with our hair. Anything could happen!”

The world seemed to slow as Elsa understood the meaning of the woman’s words. The Kinks song, ‘You really got me’ erupted through the speaker when suddenly a sliver of metal cord was pulled around Elsa’s neck and she was pulled away from the sink. She reached up curling her hands over the cord as she was pulled back towards the stalls. Elsa choked violently, as her breath escaped her. She kicked out in panic at the sudden attack, her brain went on overdrive as she was hefted off the ground by the tall woman behind her. A whisper being her ear spoke with a satisfied timber, “I always enjoy killing russians. Makes me feel so patriotic.”

Elsa groaned, her eyes going blurry as she tried to not lose consciousness. She grit her teeth and used her strength to turn her body towards the side of the stall, but the woman just pulled her inside. Elsa took the chance and kicked at the inside of the door slamming the woman backwards into the toilet/wall. The woman grunted but held on. Elsa let her body drop to the ground using the toilet to pull forward, the cord cutting at her neck slightly. The woman lost her grip though, and Elsa fell onto the ground coughing phlegm and blood as breath suddenly came back to her. She didn’t have long to recover when she felt a hand grip her hair and pull her back. She grunted, pulling her arm in before elbowing the woman in the stomach. The woman grunted and let go of her hair, just as Elsa turned around suckerpunching her in the face. The woman fell back towards the stalls blood running down her nose when Elsa spoke in small gasps,”I was kind enough to buy you a drink...cука!”

Elsa ran forward twisting to the left to kick the woman in the face, but the woman held up her arm blocking it as she punched with her right. Elsa grunted, feeling the punch connect to her cheek before she grabbed the arm and head butted the woman in the face. The assailant grunted gripping Elsa’s coat as she pulled her up and threw her body towards the sinks. Elsa hit the mirror hard, leaving streaks in the glass before hitting the ground. She spit up some blood, turning on her back to kick at the approaching woman’s shin. The woman fell forward slightly and Elsa moved to her knee punching the woman in the face. The woman spit out some blood before turning back with a few punches herself. Elsa lifted her arm blocking the punches lightly as she was forced back into the wall. When she couldn’t go any further she dropped down letting the woman punch the wall in her absence. She turned elbowing the woman in the stomach to push her back. With her momentum she twisted her leg around leg swiping the woman so that she fell to the floor. She jumped at her sitting on her chest as she punched the woman in the face, “WHO SENT YOU?”

The American let out a small laugh, “So that was the wrath of Mother Russia? Good try doll, but this ain’t over...YET!”

Suddenly she bucked to the left, making Elsa lose her footing as the woman kicked out, kicking her back into the floor. She stood grabbing Elsa but let her go when Elsa move to her left keeping her arm straight as she swung backward punching the woman away from her. For a second the woman rubbed her cheek, and both of the girls stared at each other, preparing to go at it again. Before that could happen though, a small elderly woman wearing a brown beige coat and a pink scarf over her head entered the bathroom, looking around with wide eyes. The American reacted first pulling out a small gun from her tight red jacket, aiming it at the woman.

Elsa screamed, “NO!!!” before she moved, lunging at the American and slamming her into a stall as a bullet went off, barely missing the elderly woman as it smashed into the tile. Elsa took her momentum and reached for the hand holding the gun, smashing it against the porcelain, as she pulled up her knee to ram it into the American’s face. The gun fell to the floor and Elsa had her knee up against the woman’s neck wedging her between the seat and the side of the stall, “You vanted...ugh...to see the wrath of Mother Russia. How bout this?”

She pulled to the right, the American’s arm twisting at an angle it wasn’t supposed to, and a click echoed along her scream. Elsa grit her teeth, blood running down her chin, “Now tell me, who sent you? NOW!”

The woman grit her teeth, her eyes cold, “Fuck...you.”

Elsa pulled the womans arm further, whispering coldly,“I said now!”

The woman just smiled, her eyes cold as she clenched her jaw, foam spewing out of her mouth as her eyes began to roll back into her head. Elsa watched in frustration as the woman fell lifeless in her hands. The pill doing it's job. She let the woman fall to the floor, letting out an exhausted breath, before she dug through her pockets to see if she had any I.D. on her. She found nothing, moving to the floor she checked to see if she could find a purse on the floor. Again nothing. She moved back to her feet and walked out of the stall to see the old woman standing there with a confused expression. Elsa nodded at her, before she opened all the stall doors finding no purse or evidence of who the woman was. When finished she looked at the mirror noting the bruise on cheek, her busted lip, and her bloody knuckles, “Jeez...Do you have a smoke?”

The old woman pulled up her purse and pulled out a cigarette and lighter, and handed it over slowly, “H...h..here.”

Elsa smiled, “Thank you Darlin.”

Both women turned to look at the stall, and the long wispy legs poking out of them, before looking back at each other. Elsa took a small drag before letting out some smoke, “Bitch, slept vith my husband.”

The woman nodded slowly, “He...better be worth it.”

Elsa took another drag then doused the cigarette in the sink, before using some water to clean herself up slightly. A smirk crawled up her lip before she responded, “He is...in bed.”

Both women smiled wickedly, as Elsa pulled on her gloves and raised her collar, heading towards the door back out into the airport, “Have a nice visit.”

The woman didn’t move but gave a soft, “You to..”

Elsa headed out into the airport with confidence, keeping her head down and her hands in her pockets she kept out of sight as a group of security guards ran past her, pain rocking her body as she headed to baggage claim, eyes open for Alden.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa took the notepad, smiling awkwardly at him as tried to help her calm down, appreciating him holding her hand. She settled down slightly giving him a small smile, "Thanks...I'm slightly embarrassed at my reactions. I assure you, not much else really puts me off my game. Anyvays..."

She lifted the notepad and started reading, "You've scripted out quite a life here. How ve met, vhere we live? Friendships. Cat! Hahaha. See I knew you vere a cat person. Fluffy? Very nice."

She laughed and continued reading, "Oh...our vedding vas so sweet. Swept away to the Swiss Alps. Vay too expensive, but I suppose Minerva vould like that."

She finished off the notepad quickly and handed it back to him, going over the different peices in her head, "I am good vith all of it apart from how we met. Minerva, I mean, I vould approach you first, at the casino. I like to think that she is the type of girl who gets what she wants. Otherwise, I am fine with our story. Your best friend Peter seems like quite the character. You two get into a lot of shenanigans."

The flight attendant interrupted a few seconds later, "Would you like another drink, miss and you as well sir?"

Elsa nodded, "Yes, please. Also, can you send two over to that couple over to the left? Put it on our bill."

The attendant looked over to them then smiled, "Of course."

Elsa turned back to Alden with a smile, crossing her legs over so that she was leaning away from the aisle, "They looked like they needed a load off. That voman hasn't smiled since she got on this flight. Um...not to get too personal, but because this topic has burned me in the past. I have a scar. Big one. It's on my torso, so if its seen people will ask vhat happened. I usually say it was an accident during childhood. A car accident or something like that. Do you have anything similar I should know about?"

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Jax turned away from Tarax to see Morthos basically topless. Her eyes bulged slightly for a few seconds before she turned to the left rubbing her eyes, “Oh...gosh...Morthos...Thanks. Same couldn’t have been said about your shirt.”

‘How the hell am I going to concentrate with that in my face! Pull it together girl! You have a demon to deal with.’

Jax smiled at Morthos before turning to Tarax, who stood upon his heels to expose his full height to Morthos and the group, “Watch the cave entrance. If anyone tries to enter apart from my group. Destroy them.”

The demon smiled down at her wickedly, “You didn’t say, please. You are asking me to kill my brothers you know!”

Jax gave an evil smirk, “I know!”

She moved back to Morthos and the group, “I don’t know what is going to happen when we go in there, but that demon is powerful. He is going to do whatever he can to separate us and to take me out. Now I am not saying that to be cocky or to pump myself up. I can defeat him but it’s going to take time and I need all of you to do what you can to make sure I am not disturbed when I start my incantations. If my concentration is broken, then the exorcism will not work. So stay tight and...good luck. Morthos? Want to create some light.”

As Morthos headed in first Jax followed, the darkness surrounding them like a cocoon, whilst a deep coldness moved over her spine. She took in a breath and pulled off her rosary wrapping it around her hand as she began to whisper slowly soft prayers that only she could hear. With her other hand she gripped Morthos’ and guided him through the different tunnels. As they walked hints of dark hulking shapes and slithering motions moved passed them. Some of the men gulped, sweat falling off of their brows as they moved forward. Suddenly they reached an area with no walls. The room was large and spacious and the sound of running water could be heard from somewhere within the channels. Jax stopped and let go of Morthos taking a few steps away from him, “He’s here. But I can’t…”

Suddenly one of the men let out a scream, his body pulled away into the darkness. Moments later the horrific sounds of ripping came after. Jax was about to move towards the noise when suddenly another guy was taken. Her eyes widened and she turned to Morthos about to speak when suddenly she felt something curl around her legs. She was yanked back into the darkness a scream escaping her lips, as she was slammed into the ground, her head bouncing off the cave floor as she was pulled further into the dark. She reached out clawing for anything to save her when suddenly she felt a hand and she gripped it, pulling her leg away from the dark to see Morthos' face in front of her. She let out a breath, looking up at him in thanks, “Thanks...I need to start the incantation. Stay close...okay.”

Morthos gave a warm smile, “Of course. Whatever you need.”

She nodded then pulled out her scythe, moving it against the ground in the shape of a pentagram, before she pulled out a small knife. She held it up to her hands cutting through the freshly burned flesh when Morthos spoke up, “I hate when you do that.”

Jax grit her teeth then clenched her fist, letting the blood drip around the edges of the circle, just before she finished Morthos hopped inside before she completed it. More screams echoed from the darkness and Jax prayed that Yam and the others were alright, “I know...but it’s necessary. The demon can’t cross holy blood.”

She released some energy into her pentagram covered hand so that the wound would heal. Morthos stared at her quietly, “Have you done this before?”

Jax turned to him and shrugged, “Only a few times. Never this big...I told you that idiot.”

He smirked, “Yeah...sorry. I’m flustered.”

She patted his shoulder, “I know..Your mom and everything.”

He looked at her quietly, “Yeah...her...and you.”

A scream erupted through the darkness and Jinx wrapping her rosary around her hand before she spoke quickly, “Me? Morthos what are you talking about.”

He came over and held her hands, making her look up at him, “About us. You don’t think I see how you look at me...or the way you treat Melody.”

Jax shook her head, “Morthos...I don’t think this is the best time for that…”

He held her hands firmer, “We could die any minute...do you want to go without being honest? I don’t.”

Jax breathed evenly, “I can’t Morthos. We can’t. I care about you but we cannot be together!”

Morthos started to get frustrated, “WHY!”

Jax pulled her hands away, “Because it’s...because you aren’t strong enough.”

Morthos swore, “I am not the one who isn’t strong enough. You are just a coward!”

Jax shrunk back, “Can’t you see I am trying to protect you! I will leave you!”

He leaned forward getting in her face, “You won’t leave me. You just don’t want me to be stronger than you. Like your sister. You know she could kill you with the twitch of her wrist and so could Roxas.”

Jax started, “That’s...not...That’s not true!”

Morthos smiled, “In fact you want to get real fucking honest, you are the weakest out of all of us. You have to depend on these evil entities to fight your battles for you. You yourself are nothing but a weak human who pushes everyone away and who no one loves. Not even me.”

Jax shook violently a tear falling down her cheek, “Wh..Why are you saying this?”

Morthos gripped both of her cheeks pulling her face close to his, “It’s the truth. You are never going to be the greatest member of SPA because...you aren’t good enough.”

Jax looked up at him with wide eyes, her emotions flying off the handle, as she began to shake, “I’m not good enough...I’m not…”

Morthos cut her off, “Good enough….Now I…”

Suddenly Jax spoke up her voice strong and booming, “You’re wrong. I am good enough. I am strong. I am powerful. I am appreciated...and over everything, I am loved, and I love them too!”

She took a step away from him as the pentagram began to slowly light up around her, a soft wind lifting up her hair and swirling it around her face, as a warm smile lifted up the corner of her mouth, “Even you….Now...adolebitque!”

Suddenly a ray of green light shot up and Morthos let out a horrendous squeal, his skin beginning to fester and burn as he shrieked loudly for Jax to stop. Jax slammed her hands together, the rosary weaving between her fingers as she fell to her knees. She shut her eyes tightly shut and began to incite her magic, “Et ambulare in medio umbrae mortis, lux sum. In semita ex duabus animabus. Via per extrema speculo. Audi me, et da mihi fortitudinem orationes ad hoc Beath daemonium.”

Morthos suddenly began to twist and change into a large overbearing demon with pure white skin with purple veins running just beneath the surface. His teeth were sharp like needles and his deep purplish black eyes stared out from the darkness. His hands extended into sharp claws and his feet began to crack and splinter into the shape of talons. Jax remained in her praying stance her words filling the room when the demon lifted up a claw in a rage preparing to finish off Jax with a large claw. Jax split her incantation for a second screaming at the top of her lungs for help, “MORTHOS!!!!!!!!!”

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa followed along with Alden, giving him a smirk as he asked if she had her fun, "I'm always having fun, love! Also sounds like a plan! Best to be over prepared than under prepared!"

Suddenly they reached the line-up for check in, and she pulled out her ID looking up at Alden pensively, unsure if she should trust him with something so personal. After a few minutes, she spoke softly, her eyes facing the desk attendant, "I...don't...like...planes by the vay. I have never been comfortable vith the thought of being thousands of feet up in the air, vith novhere to go but down. So if it's alright vith you I vould like to have the aisle seat. Please?"

After a few moments they arrived at the counter and Elsa's mood lightened as the attendant perked up, "Good Morning. Can I grab your name and passport please."

Once Alden had popped down the bags Elsa took his arm, her tone light an airy, "Mr and Mrs Vonhammer! I'm Minerva, and this groovy stud muffin is my husband, Brian."

She turned to him and gave him a too wide smile, putting on an act of dim-witted delight, "Vat? He is a stud muffin, isn't he? I vas such a lucky girl to snag him vhen I did."

The lady smiled awkwardly, looking over the passports before talking, "Yes. He's very handsome. Here are your boarding passes, and baggage tags. Please head over through to gate 12."

Elsa took the passes and tags quickly, "Thank you darling! Have a good von!"

As Elsa and Alden headed towards the plane, she let go of his arm, looking up at him, "Vat? I didn't mean to tease you! I mean I did...but...I can't help it! Your reactions are just too funny!"

-------The Plane

After they were fully checked in and sitting in their first class seats. Elsa sipped her vodka and ice with fervour, trying to relax before the plane was setting off, "So vhat notes did you have to go over?"

She eyed the other few passengers in her area. Most, apart from one middle eastern man in a white kanduras and red thobe, were middle-aged white men and women in various coloured suits and dresses. She looked them over individually, noting small distinctions like a man with glasses, a woman with large pearl earrings, a couple with matching ascots, and one man who was fixing a pair of purple cufflinks, and paying too close attention to the stewardess. Suddenly the plane started to move, and Elsa shut her eyes, instinctively grabbing Alden's arm and squeezing it. After a few moments, she forced herself to let go and muttered a quick, "Sorry."

She shivered, downing the rest of her drink, as the plane took off the ground. After a few short breathes she opened her eyes and tried to perk herself up, "Alright..Come on. You've survived Stalin! You can survive a plane. Okay...So notes?"

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa shook her head, moving into the cab first before she spoke up to the cab driver, "Ve vill be headed to Heathrow, my love. If you can get us there as fast as possible, we will give you a nice tip."

The cabbie turned around and touched the lip of his baker's cap, "Of course m'am. As fast as I can."

When Alden was settled beside her she crossed her legs and leaned over, popping up her glasses before she spoke in an annoyed voice, "'Ve'll vorry about your choice in colour', he says. Look at vat you are vearing! You don't have a pop of color on you! I think you just have an aversion to fashion."

The cabbie perked up, "I think the young miss looks great! Pop of yellow suits ya!"

Elsa squealed heartily, then smacked Alden lightly, "See...I knew the outfit vas good! You are definitely getting a good tip."

She turned to Alden and gave him a teasing scrunched up face, before smirking at him as they headed off to the airport. When they arrived, the cabbie got out and opened the door for her, "Ere ya are with plenty of time to spare. It will be around five pounds sixty."

Elsa dug through her purse, handing him a ten pound note, "Thank you so much! For both the good service...and the compliments."

She turned to Alden who was getting the bags and popped on her sunglasses, "Do you need help love, or can you grab both the bags?"

Mysteries Long Forgotten

A grin erupted on Elsa's lip as her partner seemed to listen to what she was saying. It was at this moment above anything else that she felt that this move was a good choice. Most men who met her told her exactly what they thought and steamrolled right over her own conclusions. She had already set up a second front to defend her case and she was over the moon she didn't have to use it. As he spoke, Elsa picked up a pen and wrote down on a scrap piece of paper her apartment number, and the buzzer number. She then moved over to her coat putting it on as he stood up with the file. She smiled to herself as he addressed her in her code name, and turned around grabbing her file and ID as she spoke evenly, "Alright. I can do zat, Mr. Vonhammer. See you bright an early darlin!"

She opened the door, letting him follow behind her as she headed downstairs, waving at Ms Celda as she headed out towards the street. It took her about ten minutes by transit to get to her apartment, and once she was actually inside, she let out a breath of exhaustion. She kicked off her shoes and pulled the band out of her hair to let it tumble down her back. She tossed her coat and purse on the elegant pea-green sofa that clashed awkwardly against the pink walls. Multiple boxes filled the small hallway, kitchen and bedroom. Some partly open, some closed with Russian scribble set onto the sides. Elsa slapped her palms on her hips and bit her bottom lip, "Alright! Which one of you buggars is first."

After about an hour, Elsa was staring down at her bright orange luggage cases. Six dresses, three shirts, two pair of pants, two pairs of shoes, a set of her favourite blue pyjamas and a small jewellery carrier. Aside from clothes, she put a few records and some Mad-libs into the side of the case, along with some of her toiletries and makeup. She turned to her black purse and put in her essentials including her wallet and fake ID before she headed towards her bathroom, stepping over a few boxes to grab a book on horses set on a stool beside the bath. She opened it up as she began to brush her teeth, going over the different breeds and techniques used for breeding.

Minerva Vonhammer was a horse breeder when she wasn't playing the doting wife, so Elsa figured she better know something about horses in case it came up in conversation. She read for about half an hour, before looking at the case files one more time. It was in this position that she fell asleep only to be woken up by the blaring noise of her alarm. She shot up quickly looking outside to see the sun shining through. She then looked at the time and leapt out of bed quickly, running to the bathroom to change and get ready.

A short while later she was dressed in a tight-fitting aqua blue and white dress with long sleeves and a short button up collar. She paired this with some bright yellow tights, T-strap white kitten heels and her knives, her favourite being her Spetsnaz knife. Her hair was set in her usual ponytail with a slight bump at the top, along with a pair of large yellow sunglasses which were way to big for her face. She grabbed her long navy blue coat which she threw on top and then packed up what was left. She was just closing the suitcase when she heard the buzzer. She ran towards the door, tripping once before she arched up to poke the busser, "Hello..Mr....I mean Brian...I vill be down in a second."

She waited for a response before she left the buzzer to grab her luggage and head down to the lower level. When she headed outside she waved at Alden, turning around to show him her outfit, "Morning! Oh...my you look vay better without that crap on your face. More refined. How do you like the outfit today? Very mod, isn't it! I think that's vat the kids call it, nowadays!"

She watched his face for a moment and frowned, "You don't like it! I can see it in your expression! You...Just take my damn case then!"

She pushed down her sunglasses, which made her look like she had bug eyes, and held out her orange suitcase "Vat?? Vat is so funny!!!"

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Once Alden had answered her question, Elsa nodded in agreement. This definitely felt like a multiple person operation, over a single vigilante spy. She still felt there was something strange about the whole thing. It was too clean. Everything just seemed to fit too well. She was still thinking when he inquired about her thoughts. She shook her head slightly before speaking, "Vell I vasn't given much information in Zurich, vhere I was working for the past few years, so I am not as vell informed about London operations. Aside from that, I concur that it seems like a group seems more plausible. I want to show you something though."

She bit her lip, flipping a few pages of the file before she stood up and placed it in front of Alden. She leaned over the desk pointing to a certain article written by a Maurice Clinton. She spoke evenly, "I did, however, find this specific portion quite interesting. Mr Clinton is head secretary for MI6. He's a dinosaur of the industry and has been typing reports for years. Nothing goes through him before it hits the copier. Note this part here. 'List composed on the 12th of December, of 1953 by Roger Duglan, CEO of Kassel Industries at the Gala of Saint Peter.' Now Roger Duglan was the CEO of Kassel Industries, but not in 1953. That was Yorik Manslev. Duglan vas only a minor secretary at the time. Now usually most vould see this as a clerical error, but Clinton doesn't fuck up like that. I've read enough of his work to know, the man is efficient. I've been combing this document for hours to see if there are any other errors. There are none. However, I think this document was altered, and I think that Yorik Manslev's name being left out, is not a coincidence."

She stood up and let him look at the page, before she spoke again, "I know, it's a reach, but I feel in my guts that this is something. I feel like Manslev is key and all I know is ve have to check him out vhen ve reach Prussia. What do you think of all this though?"

Suddenly she saw the clock and her brown eyes warmed, "Oh...it's later then I thought. I should be heading home soon. Ve have an early flight tomorrow and I still need to pack and go over our identities. I want to know all about..."

She pulled up her new passport and blinked, her tone turning to disgust, "Minerva...Vonhammer. Jeez. Who comes up with these. Anyvays about tomorrow. Should I meet you at the airport or are you just going to come collect me at my apartment in the morning? I can give you the address.

The Ministry Reborn (Silver & KiraVanhelsing)

Hahahahaha Two years!?!?!? Good sir!!! Two years!!! Haha