He'll be off with a viking demigodess and a magic zombie to pick up a vampire chick. Already sounds like a bad comedy.
That sounds brilliant and I want two sequels. I'm in.
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That sounds brilliant and I want two sequels. I'm in.
Beth watched the woman through narrowed eyes, still off-put by her earlier comments. She eyed Autumn from head to toe and back again, trying to understand what made her so knowing. She found nothing. She could not even tell whether Autumn kept her secrets out of necessity or simply to annoy the rest of them. However, Beth was pleasantly surprised to hear a touch of honesty in Autumn's voice when she answered the second question. She frowned harder just to hide her smirk.
She had figured out Nemsemet's barrier shortly after learning of the Count's death and her undead fellows' betrayal. The tormented spirits, those with the old "unfinished business" routine going on, they had thought Nemsemet could relieve them of their tasks and chains, and finally end their afterlives. The rest simply weren't loyal, and some of the risen dead completely stupid besides, or got themselves vanquished. All of Beth's key contacts gone, in just one night. She'd tried to get out of town then, but found herself unable to move past the town border.
What she didn't know, until Autumn opened her mouth, was that someone else could get in. This information she kept locked away for another time. She nodded her acceptance of Autumn's story and looked at the others as the conversation rerouted to the capturing of a vampire.
Beth unfolded her arms but remained close to the door. She gestured to Autumn. "Do your thing. Find us someone low on the food chain," she said, then looked at the hunter. "I'll go with him. If he decides not to play nice, at least he won't be able to kill me."
She had figured out Nemsemet's barrier shortly after learning of the Count's death and her undead fellows' betrayal. The tormented spirits, those with the old "unfinished business" routine going on, they had thought Nemsemet could relieve them of their tasks and chains, and finally end their afterlives. The rest simply weren't loyal, and some of the risen dead completely stupid besides, or got themselves vanquished. All of Beth's key contacts gone, in just one night. She'd tried to get out of town then, but found herself unable to move past the town border.
What she didn't know, until Autumn opened her mouth, was that someone else could get in. This information she kept locked away for another time. She nodded her acceptance of Autumn's story and looked at the others as the conversation rerouted to the capturing of a vampire.
Beth unfolded her arms but remained close to the door. She gestured to Autumn. "Do your thing. Find us someone low on the food chain," she said, then looked at the hunter. "I'll go with him. If he decides not to play nice, at least he won't be able to kill me."
I am hesitant to post so soon after my last, if just to give the others a chance to chip in, but I can have something written up before Tuesday if need be.
A little over three weeks for me. We're about halfway through. It's been gorgeous weather too, and the campus is beautiful, so we've just been outside a lot. :D
Beth shot the others a look when their unwanted guests strode inside, her features tight with irritation. It was high time they got going with whatever move they planned to make, and these delays only meant less time to prepare. The longer it took, the more chance Nemsemet had to find them.
Now, she wasn't afraid exactly. Why should she be, if she couldn't die? The dread mummy himself posed no threat to her life, or afterlife as the case may be, but the chaos he was already beginning to rain on New Camden did not harmonise with her plans for the future. She did not like being caged, either. Or spoken down to, or very much of any of this. She took some comfort in knowing the rest of their troupe felt the same way towards Autumn and the hunter. It helped to know she could seize the mortal's body if she wanted, too.
She peered outside once more, then shut the door with a tangible hand. For as long as the strangers grew comfy in the bunker, she would remain an ethereal form by the door.
The way this woman spoke suggested she wanted something from the group, or perhaps from Nemsemet's demise. Everyone had an ulterior motive in the underworld. Certainly the death of the dread mummy and the rebuilding of the court proposed a new start and plenty of opportunities to anyone with half a brain. With most of the undead running into Nemsemet's arms as soon as he took control, Beth knew that well enough. She decided Autumn had much more to do in New Camden than what the other courts sent her there for.
Once Rikive asked the obvious, Beth crossed her arms again and added, "And what business did they send you here for?"
Now, she wasn't afraid exactly. Why should she be, if she couldn't die? The dread mummy himself posed no threat to her life, or afterlife as the case may be, but the chaos he was already beginning to rain on New Camden did not harmonise with her plans for the future. She did not like being caged, either. Or spoken down to, or very much of any of this. She took some comfort in knowing the rest of their troupe felt the same way towards Autumn and the hunter. It helped to know she could seize the mortal's body if she wanted, too.
She peered outside once more, then shut the door with a tangible hand. For as long as the strangers grew comfy in the bunker, she would remain an ethereal form by the door.
The way this woman spoke suggested she wanted something from the group, or perhaps from Nemsemet's demise. Everyone had an ulterior motive in the underworld. Certainly the death of the dread mummy and the rebuilding of the court proposed a new start and plenty of opportunities to anyone with half a brain. With most of the undead running into Nemsemet's arms as soon as he took control, Beth knew that well enough. She decided Autumn had much more to do in New Camden than what the other courts sent her there for.
Once Rikive asked the obvious, Beth crossed her arms again and added, "And what business did they send you here for?"
It's spring break! I'm having a lot of fun being one of 2 people left in halls.
Not a moment passed between Beth uttering her greeting and the woman opposite her responding before the door opened by just a few inches and Parael's face poked out, closely followed by Flint's. No doubt he still had the gun in his hand behind the door. Beth threw up her hands and rolled her eyes. Really, did these people have no tact? No matter, should the mortal bodyguard attempt to get by, she would turn tangible again.
She folded her arms and watched the exchange, not for a second appreciating this woman's authoritative tone. No one ruled the roost here. Not any more. She respected de Lacy's authority because the system, as unstable as it was sometimes, worked for the most part. He kept supernaturals in check and gave them somewhere to go, so long as they didn't cross him. For Beth, he'd given her a future beyond death. What had Autumn done for them? And her wording -- tolerate, carelessness? She must have wanted to piss everyone off.
At least her story about meeting Parry was entertaining.
Staring through narrowed eyes at the woman, Beth waited for Parael to confirm her story. Once he did, however, a laugh broke through the small gap in the door. A rich and jolly laugh that, if she had a body, might make her skin tingle with excitement. Never before had she heard it, but she attributed it to Rikive nonetheless. Though Beth did her best not to smile, the corners of her ghostly mouth twitched upwards. She tried countering it with a scowl.
The moment Parael opened the door, the humour fell flat. "What is it you think you can do?" she asked Autumn, ignoring the mortal and Parry's question regarding him. "Unless you know exactly how to kill the mummy, you're on the same level as we are."
She folded her arms and watched the exchange, not for a second appreciating this woman's authoritative tone. No one ruled the roost here. Not any more. She respected de Lacy's authority because the system, as unstable as it was sometimes, worked for the most part. He kept supernaturals in check and gave them somewhere to go, so long as they didn't cross him. For Beth, he'd given her a future beyond death. What had Autumn done for them? And her wording -- tolerate, carelessness? She must have wanted to piss everyone off.
At least her story about meeting Parry was entertaining.
Staring through narrowed eyes at the woman, Beth waited for Parael to confirm her story. Once he did, however, a laugh broke through the small gap in the door. A rich and jolly laugh that, if she had a body, might make her skin tingle with excitement. Never before had she heard it, but she attributed it to Rikive nonetheless. Though Beth did her best not to smile, the corners of her ghostly mouth twitched upwards. She tried countering it with a scowl.
The moment Parael opened the door, the humour fell flat. "What is it you think you can do?" she asked Autumn, ignoring the mortal and Parry's question regarding him. "Unless you know exactly how to kill the mummy, you're on the same level as we are."
"Many, many times" sounds about right.
Also, I think Autumn would be able to see Beth, given her supernatural status. Gray would only hear her, until she's tangible again.
Also, I think Autumn would be able to see Beth, given her supernatural status. Gray would only hear her, until she's tangible again.
Beth should be glad she is dead with all these comments aimed at Flint xD
Ha, she was going to say, "if only you'd been as trigger-happy when I was being murdered". But you know she wouldn't give up being dead just yet. Flint's just so easy to pick on. One day he'll catch her off guard and punch her when she's in someone else's body, I'm sure.
Just posted, no worries. Parry is of course welcome to chime in.
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