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Post by Carter on May 17, 2009 2:29:21 GMT -4
Carter had made his way from the darkness of the graveyard straight back to the convent he knew Mercy would show her desperation was written all over her and he really couldn't blame her.
He had managed to transform the inside of the convent to look more and more like an actual place to live as time had drawn on. Setting his swords within the holding case in one room Carter pulled off his blood soaked clothing and managed a quick shower. As much as he had heard blood did wonders for the skin he had no intention of constantly being covered in it. Pulling on a pare of jeans and a simple black tshirt Carter checked to make sure that one of the rooms was some what situated for Mercy...though in time he figured she wouldn;t need a room of her own. His charm was damn near as catching as his angelic side though s far she had proved to be smarter then the average bear...over looking the forking over of 30k of course.
Carter took a seat in what had been set up as a livingroom and flicked on the lights as he sat and waited for her to show up. He needed her close for the tme especially since Carter had no friggin idea when he would muster up enough strength to conceal both of their signatures but until then he could keep an eye on her and she wouldn't know the difference. Unless the angels decided to take a trip down for hunting season but if the whispers were correct the angels should have other things to worry about like making sure the world didn;t burn in hellfire.
Pulling a dagger from underneath the couch Carter picked absently at his fingers with the sharp blade and waited.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 17, 2009 2:47:24 GMT -4
Mercy's night had not been fun. Not even after she'd had the crap kicked out of her and been talked out of thirty grand. After Carter had left, she'd muttered several swear words after him, replaced the contents of her purse and jogged back to the hotel. As was expected, everyone in reception gave her odd looks, but she explained it away by saying the blood was fake and stupid teenagers in the cemetery had decided to throw it on her. She wasn't sure they believed her but it made them leave her alone for the moment, and she ran up to her room. Once there she slowed herself down. Taking her time as she pottered about the room, putting her purse in her bag, peeling off her blood soaked clothes and stepping into the shower. The water ran red for a long time and the water was almost cold by the time her hair stopped feeling matted and disgusting.
Once clean and dressed, she checked out of the hotel and drove to a bank. A mush less anonymous way to extract thirty thousand dollars from the account her parents had set up for her, but a whole lot easier than an ATM. They had continued to supply her with ridiculous amounts of money even after she'd moved out, aware that working for angels didn't really pay well. The bank teller didn't ask questions, for which Mercy was grateful, and she'd soon left the bank, her bag a hell of a lot heavier than she had thought it would be.
She glanced down at her watch. She still had plenty of time. So she drove to a small cafe, and bought herself a coffee. She considered buying one for Carter but didn't. She didn't even know if he drank coffee. And with all the money she was about to hand over, he could get his own damn coffee. She sipped the coffee on her way to the convent and it relaxed her so much, that by the time she'd reached the convent door and knocked, she'd almost forgotten how satisfying it would feel to stab Carter through the temple with a pair of scissors.
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Post by Carter on May 17, 2009 11:03:30 GMT -4
Carter had taken up to watching the clock tick lazily towards teh 2 hour mark and for the briefest moment he wondered if he hadn't been played instead of the other way around but 5 minutes till the deal would have ran out there was a knock on the door and Carter couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.
"Like clock work," he muttered to himself as he set the dagger down on the coffee table and made his way to the door yanking it open to reveal none other then Mercy Thompson herself.
"Well well well...look at what the cat dragged in...or well would it be dog for you Lassie? Egh suppose it doesn't rightly matter in the long and short of it all."
Proping the door open Carter stood aside to let Mercy in.
"Welcome to hell...or well the doorstep to it anyways," Carter explained with a smirk as he motioned for her to make her way inside.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 17, 2009 16:12:25 GMT -4
Mercy chose to ignore Carter's 'witty' comment about cats and dogs and instead downed the rest of her coffee, allowing the hot liquid to sear her throat. She moved passed him and into the convent-turned-home and looked around. It wasn't too bad. A lot closer to homely than she had expected, to be perfectly honest. It was almost cozy.
"Welcome to hell...or well the doorstep to it anyways,"
Hell would be right. It was a nice enough place but close quarters with Carter... this was not going to end well.
She turned back to Carter and noticed he was still wearing a silly smirk. "Oh, stop looking so proud of yourself, would you? It's unattractive."
She let her bag drop to the floor with a loud thump and rubbed her shoulder where the strap had been digging into it. "I hope you can appreciate how much freakin' weight thirty grand adds to a bag."
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Post by Carter on May 17, 2009 23:12:45 GMT -4
"I am many things Lassie...unattractive isn't one of them," Carter replied with a wink as he closed the door behind her and slid the lock into place.
"Jesus what do you have in there a dead body?" Carter asked in response to the rather loud thump the bag had sounded with as Mercy had dropped the bag on to the floor.
"You've got the money?" Carter would ahve to admitt he didn;t think she would bring the whole amount with her but apprently Mercy had come to place in the big legueas and Carter just had to be certain he ahd 30k worth of bullshit stored up.
"Rooms are down the hall...you can pick whichever one you like; I sorted the one out on the far right to make it liveable but you don't have to stay there," Carter stated not wanintg himself to come off as "hospitable" it would never do for his image.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 18, 2009 0:05:18 GMT -4
Mercy bent down and unzipped her bag. The whole top layer was cash. Thirty wads made up of ten $100 bills each. "Yes, I've got the money," she said. "I'm pretty good at keeping my word... I just hope the same can be said for you because if they find me, I'll be leaving with my money and a very important piece of your anatomy. You have been warned."
She left her bag where she had dropped it for Carter to collect his money and walked down the hall to inspect the rooms. Most of them didn't even come close to homelyness of the rest of the transformed convent, but the one on the far right was suitable. Nice, even, if one wanted to be all polite about it. Which Mercy didn't. Not out loud anyway.
"This one'll do," she called to him as she made her way back down the hall to grab her bag. "I'm surprised you so far as to make even one room liveable."
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Post by Carter on May 19, 2009 0:03:53 GMT -4
Carter was impressed that she had come through with the enitre amount of money and she sure as shit had as was clear when she unzipped the bag to reveal the 30,000.
"My word is my bond...or some sort of thing of that sort," Carter explained with a shrug as Mercy went off towards the rooms and Carter collected the money and slipped it into a bag he had slung over the back of one of the chairs. While she was inspecting the rooms Carter took the money and dropped it in his own bed to sort out properly once Mercy was situated.
He made his own way back as Mercy was emerging from the room.
"I figured 30k could buy you liveable...anything else will have to go on your tab though," Carter said with a smirk as he walked by her and slumped down on teh couch picking up the dagger once more an dpicking at his nails until he managed to get 2 of them to bleed and then his eyes found hers once more.
"You can change into a wolf on demand....correct?"
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 19, 2009 0:21:25 GMT -4
"Thirty grand would buy liveable in Bran Castle," Mercy snapped. Her eyes followed him as he sat down on the couch and picked up a dagger. She shook her head at him when he began bleeding. She picked up her bag which wasn't a whole lot lighter despite the fact that the money was gone.
"You can change into a wolf on demand....correct?"
Mercy dropped her bag back onto the floor, folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes at him. "That's right," she said slowly.
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Post by Carter on May 19, 2009 0:24:42 GMT -4
"Yeah well 30 grand just bought you a suite in Casa de Carter so be glad with what you've got," Carter explained with a smirk as he watched her pick up her bag again and the quickly drop it back upon the floor.
Apprently he had hit a nerve with his question...which had been exactly what he had been going for.
"Awesome...do it."
It was a simple request...in theory. He could already hear the shit storm Mercy was going to reply with but he figured he had earned the right to see her magic trick she had already seen what he had to offer to an extent.
"Show and tell Lassie, you've seen mine now it's only fare that you ball up and show me what you've got to play with."
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 19, 2009 0:41:58 GMT -4
Mercy clenched her fists and growled. If she didn't already know that taking Carter on was a bad idea, she would have leapt at him then and there.
"I'm not some side show freak here at your disposal," she said, her voice low. Although, the wolf was a much better killer, she reveled in it... if she let her take over she could be done with Carter and... no, then she'd be back to running. Damn him. "And you, are an asshole."
"Show and tell Lassie, you've seen mine now it's only fare that you ball up and show me what you've got to play with."
She let out another frustrated growl and clenched her fists tighter. She suddenly relaxed her hands and looked down at them. Four bloody nail marks on her palms. Damn him to hell. "Fine," she snapped, turning to head back down the hall to her room. "I'll be right back."
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Post by Carter on May 19, 2009 0:52:35 GMT -4
"You're right you're not Lassie," Carter gareed as he stood up and walked back voer to her his eyes never leaving her for a moment.
"But if you expect me to put my neck out there and protect that fine ass of yours you better prove to me that you have something worth protecting."
Carter snorted back a laugh as Mercy proclaimed him to be an asshole.
"One of the many skills I offer Lassie...one of many."
A smirk crossed his face as she finally agreed to show him what she had in the way of her whole "werewolf" deal but his brow quickly furrowed as she turned and amde way to go back towards her room. Yeah...that wasn;t gonna cut it.
"Ah ah ah ah ah...right here. There's no running off to side stage for the great transformation...front and center there sweet cheeks," Carter replied as he blocked her way down the hallway and took her hand and carefully shoved her back into the livingroom.
"Front and center," he reminded her once more as he retook his seat on the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 19, 2009 1:04:30 GMT -4
Mercy's eyes blazed with rage as Carter gently shoved her back into the living room and then sat back down on the couch. This was so not worth thirty grand. But if he wanted a wolf, she'd give him a wolf.
"Fine," she said, pulling off one of her shoes and throwing it at him. "Fine," she said again, doing the same with her other shoe. Each article of clothing she shed was thrown forcefully at Carter until there was nothing left to throw. "Fuck you," she said before closing her eyes. She had spent years perfecting the change, the process becoming faster and faster each time. She took a deep breath and allowed the wolf to take over. She felt her bones shift and heard them crunch loudly, her jaw extended and her teeth grew. Everything she was changed shape but she didn't make a sound. She breathed through the pain. Despite the fact that it felt like hours before her transformation was complete, it had only been a few seconds and now the wolf was in control.
She locked canine eyes at Carter and pulled back her lips in a snarl, lowering her front legs, ready to pounce. Well, she'd given him what he wanted, now she'd see what he made of it.
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Post by Carter on May 19, 2009 1:23:13 GMT -4
Carter ducked out of the way as Mercy threw not one but both of her shoes in his direction. To say she was pissed would have been the understatement of the year but just the same he watched as she threw off her clothes in a rage.
"Just a bit of advice don't stop your day job to become a striper there Lassie you rush through all the good parts," Carter teased as she finished up stripping down herself.
"Maybe later," Carter muttered as he watched Mercy close her eyes and seemingly ebgin to concentrate. The action was almost immediate and carter felt himself sit up straighter as he watched Mery go from the small frame of a woman into a wolf in no time flat.
"Holy shit," Carter muttered to himself as Mercy finished up her transformation.
Carter's own eyes narrowed slightly in response to the growl that passed from the wolf as it seemed prepared to pounce.
"And here I am without any dog treats for you Lassie," Carter replied standing up from teh couch he kept his distance but his eyes looked over her just the same. She was pretty friggin fantastic he could see why the winged wonders had wanted her on their side.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 19, 2009 1:34:31 GMT -4
Mercy watched Carter stand up and try and keep his distance. The wolf was dying to give chase and Mercy, wearing a satisfied smirk on the inside, allowed it to. With several loud bars, the wolf leapt at Carter, landing just short of him, giving him an opportunity to run. Which, to the immense glee of the wolf, he took. She chased him through the convent, letting him stay in front of her. She didn't really intend to hurt him, just scare him a bit.
Eventually growing bored, Mercy pounced at him, this time colliding with him and knocking him onto his back. She held him down with her paws on his shoulders and gave him the sternest look she could through the wolf's eyes.
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Post by Carter on May 19, 2009 1:43:09 GMT -4
The look that seemed to cross Mercy's or well the wolf's face was not entirely comfortable and Carter couldn't help but wonder if it had been an epic fail on his part to force her to transform into something that could easily take him out...especially when he didn;t have any weapons at hand.
"Mercy..." Carter attempted a warning as he took a step back from her and nearly stumbeeld as the wolf pounced landing just short of him. That action alone was enough to make him rethink his grand idea. Eyeing the swords which sat in its rightful spot across the room Carter realized he was fucked...and not in the good way. He couldn't kill her even if he wanted too because he had asked for it and he would genuinely feel bad about ganking her...though he would have to admitt currently the odds were in her favor.
Opting for the less bloody avenue of the options in front of him Carter scrambeled from the room though he didn't manage to get very far before he was slammed on to his back the air knocke dout of him as he stared up at the wolf his own eyes dark with the feel of the confrontation even if he was on the losing end of it; violence was what the nephilim side of him lived for.
"Do it," Carter all but growled back at her his eyes not moving from the wolves deadly glare.
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