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Post by Dani Cross on May 8, 2010 17:46:47 GMT -4
Michael appeared in the sanctuary of St Patrick's church shortly before noon. The interior of the building was serene, and relatively uncrowded. The stained glass windows cast a colored pattern across the floor, and the hourly chiming sounded almost heavenly. She could feel herself relaxing slightly in the building's worshipful atmosphere.
The purpose of her presence was not forgotten. The archangel looked down at the object she was holding. It was a silver bracelet. Thin, but perhaps two inches in length. The outside was plain, but still something that would be worn by a woman. It was the inside that really mattered. Michael had carved Enochian Sigils on every inch of the interior. As long as the Hound wore it, she would be hidden from angelic senses.
The ancient warrior took a seat in the front pew as the bells stopped. Carter and his friend would be arriving shortly, hopefully in a peaceful mood. She was upholding her end of the agreement afterall, there was no need for a scene on Carter's part.
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Post by Carter on May 13, 2010 12:56:44 GMT -4
It hadn't been long after Mercy had made her way into her bedroom that Carter had opted to leave the house to go search for something to kill. It was best that way; he would get to kill something and nobody else would have to deal with him in his current state of mind which wasn't a bad thing for anyone. So he had found a woman in a bar who had an abusive husband who was treating on her with the girl down the road from them and Carter had been much obliged to hunt him down and take him out for her.
Who needed therapy when murder was such an awesome alternative?
He had made his way back to the convent a bit past 9:00 the following morning which had given him a chance to get the blood off of him via a shower and he currently found himself sitting back in the livingroom glaring at the clock as the hands got closer and closer to 11:00. He took a drink from the mug of coffee he had in front of him as he re-worked the plan in his mind.
This would go fine as long as Michael didn't try anything; it didn't seem as if the angel had those intentions but one could really never tell as far as angels went. This was after all the same angel who had convinced a 10 year old they needed to kill themselves.
But if push came to shove Carter had a rather large knife attached to him as well as powers of his own; the only problem was the location was rather public. But that too could be dealt with if need be.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 13, 2010 17:28:34 GMT -4
Sleep hadn't exactly come easy to Mercy that night. The more she thought about it, the more she was sure she didn't actually want to go to this 'business meeting' they had and the more it managed to keep her up.
Eventually sometime around 1am she managed to drift off to sleep and thankfully she slept for a while, waking finally at half past ten. For a moment, she stared at he watch, wondering why she thought she should have woken before now. And then she remembered she now at only half an hour to be ready for this stupid thing.
Awesome.
Scurrying out of bed, Mercy rushed over to her bag - packed and ready to go - and grabbed the clean clothes she'd laid on top of it. At least she'd had the sense to prepare rather than having to dig through her bag... which would then just mean she'd have to repack which would be extremely annoying... etc etc
She dived through a shower, figuring she should at least be clean for this... whatever it was... dressed and made her way down the hall and into the living room, glancing at the clock on the wall. 11am on the dot. Good.
"So where are we going?"
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Post by Carter on May 13, 2010 23:52:28 GMT -4
Carter's eyes immediately snapped to the clock as Mercy walked into the room; 11:00 on the dot. She would be on time for this it made sense considering she knew that once this was all out of the way she could be on her way. Carter wasn't about to go into thoughts which tied to that as there was too much to focus on this morning; like the archangel they were about to meet at a very public church in order to get the workings of some suicidal ass deal going.
Life was a wonder wasn't it?
"So where are we going?"
"Church," Carter replied simply pulling himself from the chair and shrugging into the jacket he had drapped over the side of the couch. Pulling a smaller knife from the inside pocket he tossed it at Mercy.
"Keep that handy...just incase," Carter explained grabbing the keys off of the shelf and shoving them into his pocket as he pulled open teh front door and stared back at Mercy.
"You coming or you gonna stand there all day?" Carter snapped not nearly as harshly as he would have liked all things considered.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 14, 2010 20:29:01 GMT -4
"Church,"
"... Of course," Mercy muttered. That didn't exactly make her feel any better... though it didn't make her feel any worse either. Which she supposed was a good thing.
"Keep that handy...just incase,"
Mercy stared down at the small knife in her hands and widened her eyes in shock. What the fuck were they doing today? She managed to restrain herself from asking this out loud though, today was don't ask questions day... and she would try very hard to do that.
"You coming or you gonna stand there all day?"
"Hmm?" she asked, looking up from the knife to see Carter standing by the open door. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," she said, pushing past him and stepping out of the convent.
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Post by Carter on May 15, 2010 2:58:00 GMT -4
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
Carter slammed and locked the door to the covnent once Mercy had pushed past him; he didn't need any more unexpected visitors...he had more then had his fill of those as of late. Though he knew a few locks wouldn't stop anything that wanted to get in...he was living proof of that.
Making his way past Mercy to the Jeep Carter pulled open the drivers side door and sat himself into the vehicle. He had figured and still did that the less Mercy knew about the situation the better it was; one she had a tendency to nag which gave him a headache and two...well she just didn't need to fucking know.
Shoving the key into the ignition Carter reeved up the engine as he waited rather impatiently for Meryc to get into the Jeep. He knew she wasn't taking long but just the same she wasn't going fast enough. They needed to get into the church so Michael could do whatever he felt he needed to and then get out...hopefully in one piece.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 15, 2010 7:00:38 GMT -4
Mercy looked back at the convent as Carter moved past her, tilting her head to the side slightly. She'd be back, obviously, to pick up her things before she left. But this would probably be the last time she saw it in a homely sense. Not that it had ever been home... but it had almost come close... almost.
Eventually, she made her way to the Jeep and slid into the passanger seat, casting a sideways look at Carter. He was agitated, more so than usual, she could smell it on him. Not that she would need to, with the way he was acting.
She opened her mouth to ask again what they were doing, what exactly was this business deal. But after a moment's more thought, she decided against it and closed her mouth. The question wouldn't do her any good anyway, she knew what the answer would be.
"Well then?" she prompted, realising they were still infront of the convent.
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Post by Carter on May 17, 2010 22:39:06 GMT -4
"Well then?"
Carter glanced at Mercy as she got into the car and ocne she shut the door he yanked the Jeep into reverse and took off down the road in relative silence towards the church. He replayed as much of the plan as he could in his mind; but that was the problem he not entirely certain what the plan was...and that was an utter pain in the ass.
"We're going to St. Patrick's church so keep the knife hidden...unless you need to use it," Carter explained his voice slicing through the air adding a bit more tension to the already tense surronding.
"The chick we are meeting isn't normal so keep your eyes on her; you give her as little information as possible. No more no less; give her what she wants and that it," Carter continued his eyes burning into the world in front of them as he took the roads at a rather break necking speed.
"She is going to give you something; take it and get out of the curch and wait in the Jeep. Understand?" Carter asked wanting to make certain mercy knew some what what they were getting into...without knowing much at all.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 18, 2010 7:39:41 GMT -4
"We're going to St. Patrick's church so keep the knife hidden...unless you need to use it,"
Mercy turned to face Carter, her brow furrowed slightly. He was making it very difficult for her to not ask questions.
"The chick we are meeting isn't normal so keep your eyes on her; you give her as little information as possible. No more no less; give her what she wants and that it, She is going to give you something; take it and get out of the curch and wait in the Jeep. Understand?"
No. No she didn't understand. Thousands more questions swam to the surface of her brain. Who was she? What was she giving her? Why was she giving it to her? What in the heck were they doing? It was like Carter gave away everything that was going on without giving her a single useful detail.
Taking a deep breath, Mercy relaxed back into her seat and focused her eyes out the windshield. "Yeah, sure."
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Post by Carter on May 18, 2010 17:59:56 GMT -4
"Yeah, sure."
Carter glanced at Mercy for a moment slightly surprised; she was actually going along with what he said without pitching a fit or demanding answers...it was a nice change all things considered.
"Good," Carter muttered turning his eyes back to the road.
He spent the rest of the trip in silence simply running over the worst case scenarios in his mind before the Jeep pulled up to St. Patrick's church. Yanking the Jeep into park Carter simply stared at the looming building for several moments as he tried to sort himself into the proper mind set. It was simply really; things could go well or they could go to shit...there was no option C.
"Out," Carter snapped as he pushed open the door to the Jeep and slammed it behind him.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 18, 2010 23:16:21 GMT -4
"Good,"
And then silence filled the car. Mercy figured that was probably a good thing. Too much talking when it came to her and Carter would just lead to all sorts of unnecessary nastiness and it was nice to be able to avoid that.. especially considering Carter was giving off the distince impression that this whole thing was going to go very badly.
Speaking of which... Mercy examined the knife in her hands, turning it over in her hands. It was a good knife... sharp... clean. She wouldn't have expected Carter to have anything less... she just really hoped she wouldn't have to use it.
"Out,"
Mercy obeyed immediately, slipping out of the car and slamming the door behind her. She looked up at the church, an unwelcome nervous fluttering in her chest making it difficult to breathe for a moment. She had no idea what they were doing... but it didn't feel good. Glancing over at Carter, she waited for him to lead the way, figuring that him being him, he'd probably want to be in control of this situation.
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Post by Carter on May 18, 2010 23:32:58 GMT -4
Carter caught Mercy's eye as she glanced at him and for a moment he felt the desire to explain to her what in the hell was going on and who they were about to walk into a church and meet...and then he thought better of it especially considering that it had been thoughts like that which had gotten them in their current state of play to begin with.
"If anything and I damn well mean anything goes wrong you get out of here; because so help me if you stick around I'll fucking kill you myself," Carter growled and without another word he stalked into the church hoping Mercy was close behind.
He allowed his eyes to scan the patrons of the church until his eyes locked upon a figure in the front row. He had expected the archangel to be there before time it only seemed logical. It was now or never and really it would be too late now to do anything then to get over to the archangel and get this little deal started.
Making his way silently down the aisle Carter didn't stop until he was standing directly behind the archangel.
"Fancy seeing you here Mikey."
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 18, 2010 23:46:07 GMT -4
"If anything and I damn well mean anything goes wrong you get out of here; because so help me if you stick around I'll fucking kill you myself,"
Well... with an offer like that... Mercy shook her head, once again hoping things didn't get quite that bad, before following him into the church.
Once inside, she felt something wrong. No... not wrong... just something she didn't want to be feeling. Holy... not just church holy... too holy... oh for fucks sake.
"Fancy seeing you here Mikey."
They were meeting an angel?! And an archangel unless she was much mistaken. Mercy bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from snapping something about wanting her money back at Carter, and instead settled with keeping a safe difference from the both of them.
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Post by Dani Cross on May 19, 2010 17:41:23 GMT -4
Carter and his companion were easy to pick out in as they entered the building, well, Carter was at least. The missing Hound of Heaven, better known as Mercy Thompson in the human world, was notable only by her lack of "presence." She was detectable with all the senses available to those that inhabited the earth, but not to any heavenly one. How interesting.
"Fancy seeing you here Mikey."
"I am here as agreed Carter." Michael turned in her seat to face the pair. "And you have nothing to fear from me Miss Thompson."
Okay, the human might have a little to fear from the archangel, but only if the Nephilim backed down on his end of the deal. Even then it wouldn't be Michael coming after her, but some other angel who had time on his hands. The commander of Heaven's army would be too busy with preventing the end times. Father willing, however, everyone would walk away from this deal happy...or at least still living-existing-whatever.
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Post by Carter on May 22, 2010 10:34:24 GMT -4
"I am here as agreed Carter."
"So you are," Carter snapped his eyes burnign into an old lady who looked like she was nearing the trio in order to make herself a pain in the ass. She left once she caught Carter's eyes; he liked having that effect on people.
"And you have nothing to fear from me Miss Thompson."
"Thought you pricks got in trouble for lying; or along with cross dressing have you taken a more liberal view of life?" Carter asked returning his glare to the archangel. He really did hate these fuckers; even Michael...apposed to popular belief Carter didn't think he owed the rat bastard a single thing.
Glancing quickly back at Mercy to make sure she was 1 still there and 2 in one piece and 3 in that piece was a dog Carter was pleased enough to see that all had still yet to occur. Either Mercy hadn't yet realized who they were meeting...which knowing Mercy even as little as he did Carter knew that wasn't it he was rather pleased she had decided to listen to him...or well at least so far it seemed that way...again knowing Mercy Carter wasn't expecting it to hold out too long.
"You have plenty to fear from him...or well her...it...the fucker," Carter explained before focusing back on Michael; he wanted to keep the archangel in his sights incase things became...less then pleasent.
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