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Post by Pat Owen on Sept 15, 2008 21:37:12 GMT -4
Pat left the boutique but stood outside on the street, watching the man inside closely. He was a hunter...he had to be. Pat would wait to make his next move.
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Post by Alexis London on Sept 15, 2008 21:44:30 GMT -4
Alexis's eyes darkened at the man's words. She pushed her long hair over her shoulders. Some sort of hunter-but clearly not one of those Winchesters. From what she had heard, they were extremely talented. This one didn't seem so spectacular.
Alexis strolled behind the counter. Sliding one hand down the side, she tugged a small drawer open. She reached her hand inside and wrapped her hand around the pewter dagger. Resting her hand on it, she kept her eyes on the man.
"I have no idea what you're referencing. Now I suggest you get out of my shop before I call the police."
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Post by Lenore on Sept 15, 2008 21:52:49 GMT -4
Angling her body so the movement would not be noticed by the hunter, Lenore raised the hem of her hoodie to revel where her dagger was sheathed on her belt. While Lenore usually tried reason before violence, it was clear that this probably man wouldn't want to hear anything about peaceful co-existence.
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Post by Pat Owen on Sept 15, 2008 21:53:20 GMT -4
Pat saw the hunter inside pull out a machette and some sort of syringe. Pat's eyes flashed a black as he sprang back into the shop, kicking open the door. He glared at the man who was then thrown and pinned up against the wall, clearly shocked to see a demon in here.
"Get out." Pat warned, releasing the man from his telekinetic grip.
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Post by Kubrick on Sept 15, 2008 22:00:36 GMT -4
Kubrick couldn't believe what he was seeing. A demon! This could be more trouble than he had bargained for. He crouched, after being let go from the demonic powers. Damn it, he would have to get all new supplies to deal with a demon. He only had tools for fangs with him. Kubrick made a run for it out the door.
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Post by Lenore on Sept 15, 2008 22:08:04 GMT -4
As soon as the she saw the demon start to reenter the store, Lenore's knife was in her hand, although she was not willing to make the first move against the other hunter. Watching Alexis and the demon move, she was thankful that, thus far, she had not had to fight the two.
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Post by Alexis London on Sept 15, 2008 22:09:32 GMT -4
The demon's enterance was not quite what Alexis was expecting to happen next, but she would take it. Anything that kept things from getting out of her control was a positive.
Keeping the knife's blade in her hand, Alexis moved in an instant across the room. As the hunter reached the door, she caught the back of his neck with one hand and the doorknob with the other.
"Out." She hissed, pitching him into the street before slamming and locking the door.
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Post by Pat Owen on Sept 15, 2008 22:15:17 GMT -4
Pat smirked at her forcefullness of pushing the hunter out.
"Hm. Not bad." Pat chuckled.
He stomped on the dead man's blood syringe that had fallen from the hunter's hand for good measure.
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Post by Alexis London on Sept 16, 2008 6:51:46 GMT -4
Alexis sighed, running her hand back to smooth her hair down.
"Not bad on your end either." She shot the demon a quick smile before turning around.
"So," Alexis glanced from Lenore to the demon. "Anyone know him?"
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Post by Lenore on Sept 16, 2008 20:46:16 GMT -4
Lenore slid her bowie knife back into it's sheath, and shook her head.
"No, weird how he knew we were both vampires though."
Lenore hadn't had many run ins with hunters, and of the few she han encountered, almost none knew about her condition.
Please don't let him be one of Gordon's friends
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Post by Meg Masters on Sept 17, 2008 9:11:50 GMT -4
Her father needed an army it was really as simple as that and as much fun as it was making the lives of the Winchesters hell she served her father before herself…it was the smart thing to do by any stretch of the imagination. With the looming threat of Sam’s deal coming due and Lilith of all people holding his soul she could see where they would have cause to multiply their numbers.
Winchester had single handedly dealt with leviathan which had been a tale to be told apparently but that still left the current Crossroads demon holding Sam’s deal not to mention Lilith herself.
She had made her way out of the west still wanting to at least for the moment keep her distance between the Winchesters and herself…after all she was still tied to Sam so she could always torture from afar when she got bored. So New York had been her next port of call. With the help of some other worldly guidance she had made her way directly to the small shop the one she could all but feel the supernatural presence leaking out of.
Meg was almost knocked to the floor as a human…a hunter came bolting out of the store by her. That was definitely a promising sight for the beings inside of the shop. She smirked as she affixed her gaze back to the shop and forcefully pushed the door open as she entered it slammed and locked behind her.
“…Hunter…and Vampires…and demons…oh my,” she hissed with a strong glare as her eyes traveled from each face around the shop. Including herself it made four not a bad starting off point if they agreed to her “business proposal” of course.
“I have a business proposition for you…for all of you,” she hissed still standing in the shadow of the door her eyes snapped to black and then quickly shifted to their human shade.
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Post by Alexis London on Sept 17, 2008 11:45:33 GMT -4
Alexis leaned against the counter and folded her arms. She nodded at Lenore's words. She had no idea how she had suddenly become so identifiable to hunters. In all of her years, she'd never had a problem with it.
"Very odd." She mused, her eyes trained on the door as a figure approached and entered.
Another demon? Alexis raised a suspicious eyebrow. Two demons in one day? This didn't happen very often. Actually, this never happened.
"I like business propositions," she responded to the demon's words, "as long as there's something in it for me."
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Post by Pat Owen on Sept 17, 2008 16:00:38 GMT -4
"Proposition huh?" Pat kept his eyes locked on the new arrival's.
Pat was ready for anything, whether this new girl be friend or foe.
"What proposition would that be?"
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Post by Lenore on Sept 17, 2008 17:00:28 GMT -4
Lenore walked towards the door, leaving the clothes she had been planning to purchase on the counter. Demons offering to make deals was usually a good indication that it was time to leave.
"Whatever your selling, I'm not buying."
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Post by Meg Masters on Sept 17, 2008 17:50:30 GMT -4
Meg smiled slightly at the vampire who she assumed owned the shop.
"There's something in it for everyone if it is done correctly...loyally...and without fault. Fuck ups need not apply," Meg said curtly needing them all to be on the same page as she was.
"That wasn't a question," Meg hissed her eyes burning into the other vampire who had spoken up. Her eyes snapped to black and without a single movement she shoved a wall of force at her which would pin her against the store wall.
"Now listen all of you," she continued not having time for chit or chatter.
"There is a war starting and not just one between good and evil...there is that and us all being what we are know what side we stand on. But there is another war a war between hell and a war between demons. Lilith...a high level demon is attempting to grow an army to over throw my father and all he has worked for...that will not happen," Meg stated matter of factly.
"Join him...join me and you will never want for anything again. You will be protected against those who hunt us and in return you will fight on our side against Lilith and her "army" as well as the likes of other hunters right here. My father has a chosen few...special children...mortals with gifts and one inparticular...Sam Winchester...my fathers future plans lay in the soul of him. Join us...fight with us and you will be rewarded for eternity," Meg said her eyes traveling from one to the other.
"This isn't a game show kids ... answers now...and just an aside...I'm not a fan of no," Meg hissed her arms crossed over her chest as she waited their replies.
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