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<John Merriweather> “Well, my dear,” the thaumatologist replied, “that remains to be determined. If it is an elemental, as I believe, then something is binding it to this point. Someone has left a binding spell made that should be dispelled. As a licensed, practicing thaumatologist I have an obligation to undo the spell if I can, and report the infraction to the authorities.” “If it is another wizard, well, I shall confront him and advise him to control the forces he’s wielding better lest he cause some form of mayhem.” John shuddered a bit then. “Of course, if he’s belligerent he will probably kick my ass.” (Kir) Kir listened as John explained his thoughts and what he planned on doing. When he shuddered a little and said if the Wizard was belligerent and would kick his ass, she shook her head. "I will not let that happen dear heart. I may be small but I pack one hell of a punch." She looked to John and grinned.

(Anais) “Of course, yes right.” She said as he pulled away from her. The loss of not being near him so profound. “I will go write that letter to the twins and Drusilla and be ready to leave shortly.” She said. Turning away she went back into the closet to find herself something appropriate to wear on this journey but to also catalog what she thought she might need. (Draven) Draven went to the dresser and got out a white t-shirt and then went to the closet himself to slip on a pair of pants. He watched Anais as she went about figuring out what to pack. After getting himself dressed he started doing the same thing. "Anais, what colors do you think look best on me?" He asked wanting her opinion of what she though he would look best in for this return to his home. Sure he had his family's traditional colors which he would wear when needed, but he didn't care for them for all the time wear. Tags: Anais

(Alphonso) Alphonso liked his new protégé’ but he needed some time to truly get to know the lil’ one. “You really wanna get close to that breath? You definitely are fearless!” He didn’t try to hold back the laughter as Davis was all but knocked around like a child and too stupid to know he was against one of his betters. “Now that is a threat, but we should be fine considering we can smell you coming!!!” Alphonso yelled. “Yeah we need to scram my friend.” He said moving out the back, but realizing they might need to become airborne. “The stairs and keep northeast across the rooftops we should see the harbor from up there.” He said pulling Ulrich with him and pushing him up the stairs in front of him, before the coppers showed their faces. “You are pretty fun to be with… we need to go though.” He wasn’t sure what he was saying as he didn’t want to leave his young one but he was sure his others would be looking for him. (Ulrich) Following his new ‘alpha’ down the alley away from Pete’s at a dead run Ulrich laughed. Bashing a couple of Capi Barra wererats was the most fun he had had in, well, forever. Since he had been infected at least! He felt like a teenager again, free of pack rules and Captain’s orders. He sniffed his own fingers, scenting Trixie lingering perfume on them, and he howled into the night. (Gavin, Fitch) It was the third gambling hall that Captain Draegun and Sam Fitch came to, a place called 'Pete's', that showed signs of their errant werewolf. It was a Capi Barra establishment, organized wererats, but the constables were all over it at the moment. There were injured people milling about, constables asking questions, steam wagons with flashing lights, and several miscreants in handcuffs seated on the curb. After making several discrete inquiries Fitch reported back to Gavin. “Well, Cap’n, it seems that there were a bar fight started by a pair of muscular fellows what slipped off a’fore the coppers showed. One o' em was dressed like a sailor and 'ad a German accent. Word from the Capis is it were a pair o’ Lobos. Outsiders, not from the local pack, an alpha and a beta.” “Shit,” Gavin replied, “our prodigal wolf has an accomplice.” He reached down and removed the ‘peace tie’ from Gwynrheged, causing the enchanted sword to begin singing her battle song in the back of his mind. “We need to find him before the Admiral catches wind of this.” TAG- Alphonso, any

- Evone' - Evone' smiled at his words. What he said sound so earnest and true. Did she dare believe it? The last time...yes the last time she trusted her heart it had not ended well for her. What if this was all part of some elaborate plan...after all hadn't Lucas sent Andrew to come and get her. Could it be possible that this was all just their way to get to her and hurt her? Evone' nibbled her bottom lip, a telltale sign that she had much on her mind. She was still confused. Her mind was a bit muddled. But she dare not tell Andrew what she thought. If he were true, he would become angry with her for not trusting him. And if he were not true and worked with Lucas, she would time him off. And since at this moment she didn't know how to respond about his feelings for her and what he planned to do to her husband, she focused on something she could wrap her mind around. "I think seeing my father would be wonderful. He is all the way in France. do you think we can make it?" (Andrew) Andrew smiled and patted Evone's arm as they walked. "The Elusive is a good ship and is more than capable of making the voyage to France. We can leave as soon as the repairs are done. Which..." he paused to take in the state of the ship's repair work "...should be in no more than another day or two." The sun was midway in the sky, spreading its light and heat all over the island. "I'll need to make a few stops along the way," he went on. "Partly to make inquiries to pick up what news there might be of your dear husband and his pirate partner. But also to make a few pickups and deliveries." He favored Evone' with an enigmatic look. "The Elusive is, after all, a business enterprise of sorts, and I cannot neglect _all_ of my business if we want to keep her deck under our feet and canvas in the rigging." "Our first stop will likely be Port au Prince, on Hispaniola. It's not exactly a thriving center of mercantile power, but most of the basics can be found there." The captain of the Elusive looked apologetic. "I know you're having to make do with what we're been able to scrounge for you, dear one, but if you'll make a list of everything you need to feel civilized once again, I'll make it a point of honor to scour the entire town until you have everything you need for the rest of our voyage." Taking her hands in his, Andrew brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them. "You deserve whatever creature comforts we can manage, my love. You have but to ask." Tag - Evone'

?(Brandon) Was…he was…hell! He was just worn the hell out! There was no other way to say it…he just needed a shower, some food and to wrap his arms around Kat. The only thing that wouldn’t change in that order was a shower. The shower was primary! This was…this was Chaos. He played by their friggin rules and he and the team needed a break. It wasn’t his team…they knew of him, but didn’t know him. He realized that they weren’t going to follow him into hell and that was what this was! The only thing he had going for him was…experience! He had been superheroing for a long time now. But this..even this pulled at the structure of his willpower and after nearly drowning in his past…in his own self-doubt…yeah…he was tapped out!!! “Work in pairs, this is not a solo mission, remove the heads and heart of the little ones, they feed information to the bigger ones. We will have to work together or we will become more beaten than we are already. Move NOW!” He had no idea who would listen or who would follow he knew only that he couldn’t stand by and see any of them hurt. He would deal with Harrison and his father once this was over, he didn’t see past what was in front of him and he saw them as trying to get them killed after the psychological and physical struggles that they had seemingly all endured. He looked at Kat and her request. “Yeah…I can!” He said it would only be one, that would take care of one cause he couldn’t use the same trick twice, the machines were truly adaptive. He listened to Kat and smirked at her strategy. Maybe she would be a better leader?!? “Good plan.” Mia didn’t balk, it was a good plan and set about doing what she could to help and the mudballs were righteous. Even now he couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of her skill. Kites and Gen moved to work together and he saw the pair being good at aerial attacks together and he would request later that they work on that in conjunction with one another. Brandon smirked it he had anything to do with this he would have been proud but he had been so focused on helping everyone else get through the other obstacles that he didn’t think of the end…that didn’t make a good leader in his mind. He didn’t need that right now, there was no time for fear or self-doubt, if any one of them got hurt because he was in his mind then he was no good to any of them. He moved to punch to the head of one augmenting his strength to take its head off while pinning the body to the ground. He glanced over at Kites and Gen to make sure they were ok. He felt Kat close by him, making sure she would be able to get the heart out once it went down. Yet he turned to make sure Mia had some cover of protection as well. No one would get hurt on his watch. He wasn’t he punkass Rain always told him he was. He was going to simply do what needed to be done. He was moving forward keeping everyone inside over the scream of the attacks everyone was doing. ‘Comm-sets. So, they can hear whoever the leader is and change tactics accordingly. Coordinate attacks and move, can’t hesitate. Leave no person defenseless. Mia should have been with Kat for support and he should have been solo or at least a target. It would have allowed the fliers more time to get their tactics down. He was about to blast another when one by one the droids began to combust from the inside out. He frowned wondering what was going on. When the giant bots did the same he looked around really confused. When the doors opened and the lights came on, he went to check on everyone. “Y'all ok?!?” He said thinking this was quite the showing they all had today. Good under the circumstances but a very long way to go…especially him. ‘Totally uphill battle.’ He thought. (Kat) Kat gave a nod to Mia when she said she couldn't due fog but mud was doable. "Good" When Brandon said he could bring one down her eyes grew bright and she smiled.. "Let's do this." She caught Kite and Gen head in the other direction. She hoped that between the five of them they might be able to tame down two. She took cover for a moment while Mia chucked mud balls at the smal

(Callum) Callum returned Kirstene's wry smile with one of his own. "Was it here, d'ye think?" he asked, following after her until he was able to slip an arm around her waist and pull her close. "Was it here that we made this little one?" He glanced down at where her belly was just starting to show a visible bulge, then looked up again, a teasing twinkle in his eyes. "As ah recall, we did get carried away a bit here, out of sight of the others. And more than once if truth be told." Leaning close, the young lord nuzzled his wife's neck gently. "Ye were a fetchin' sight, clothed in moonlight and naught else, like a bold fairy come to lure me away with yer enticin' charms." - Kirstene - Kirstene turned into his arms and looped her arms around his neck. His words did things to her. Made her feel so many wonderful things. His touch never ceased to ignite pleasure…desire…love. Kirstene smiled up into her husband’s eyes. God she loved this man so very, very much. It was there in her eyes, in her touch, in the way she clung to him…needed him. Never in her life did she ever imagine her arranged marriage to him would be this way--filled with such love and devotion and joy. But it was. And she was so very happy. “I love you with everything in me. Going from two to three willna change that. Besides, I canna wait to see ye love this wee one the way ye love me. You gonna make such a wonderful papa.”

(Gavin, Fitch) It was the third gambling hall that Captain Draegun and Sam Fitch came to, a place called 'Pete's', that showed signs of their errant werewolf. It was a Capi Barra establishment, organized wererats, but the constables were all over it at the moment. There were injured people milling about, constables asking questions, steam wagons with flashing lights, and several miscreants in handcuffs seated on the curb. After making several discrete inquiries Fitch reported back to Gavin. “Well, Cap’n, it seems that there were a bar fight started by a pair of muscular fellows what slipped off a’fore the coppers showed. One o' em was dressed like a sailor and 'ad a German accent. Word from the Capis is it were a pair o’ Lobos. Outsiders, not from the local pack, an alpha and a beta.” “Shit,” Gavin replied, “our prodigal wolf has an accomplice.” He reached down and removed the ‘peace tie’ from Gwynrheged, causing the enchanted sword to begin singing her battle song in the back of his mind. “We need to find him before the Admiral catches wind of this.” (Alphonso) ‘Yes my young brother be free!’ He thought the deep thoughts of him leading him down a dark path was fun. The idea and smile played upon his lips as he continued moving knowing his younger would keep up or die trying. He moved them to the higher point in the city, from there they could see the harbor. “Now what my young friend, should our fun continue or is the sea now calling yer name.” He teased as he looked at bring him up here on purpose just to show him how much of the city they still had yet to conquer. He knew the call of freedom and that which the sea could not provide. (Ulrich) As he looked out over the lights of Kingston to the harbor and beyond Ulrich couldn’t help but notice the dim glow of Port Royale on the opposite shore, and the bright lights of His Majesty’s Naval Yard to the left of it. He watched the ships lights twinkling on the waves as they moved with the swells of the harbor. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered. Idly the younger werewolf wondered if Mac and Mai had made it back safely, and his thoughts turned to the lithe selkie. He remembered her scent, and the way her skin seemed to melt into his own. “I think I should go back,” he admitted to Alphonso. TAG: Alphonso, any

(Anais) Anais turned to him as he spoke to her. At his question, she tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Well I like you in blue. And I love you in black.” She said desire in her eyes again. She could feel her mark itch and she suddenly wanted to jump him again. Taking a deep breathe to get her bearings again, she ran a shaking hand over her ponytail. This was an unusual feeling for her. The lack of control she felt around him now that she had given herself to him. She had to do something about that before she made Draven angry with her. He had made it clear he found her constant desire for him inappropriate. “What are your family colors and will there be much formality at your home?” She asked to distract herself. (Draven) "Blue it is then," Draven said as he took out several blue shirts, both pull over and button up. "Crimson red and gold are our colors. As for formality, most of the evening meals will be formal gathers. And any special events that my family may be planning." He pulled out the garment bags that held his family suits and hung them on the rack by the door so that they would not be forgotten. He finished packing the essentials and went over a list in his head. Once he knew nothing was forgotten turned to Anais. "I will go and bring the car to the front for our shopping trip. I will return shortly for you, my love." He gave her a quick kiss and left the room. Tag: Anaiss_,_

? ? Mikayla) In the cold of night Mikayla ran. She needed to get back to her father....to her brothers...to Jon. She could not stay here. The wind had begun to pick up so high up into the mountains and she felt the biting wind cut at her flesh, but still she kept going. In the distance she could hear the howl...a howl that sounded like her name but she did not stop. She would not... She simply couldn’t. (The Dragon, Angus) A large black hound came running up behind Mikayla, passing her and then planting itself in the middle of the path she'd been fleeing on, blocking her way. It didn't growl at her however, or bare its teeth. It simply stared up at her, a look of canine pleading in its eyes. If she moved to the left or the right, it moved with her, continuing to block her path but at no point threatening her. Now and then it lifted its head, as if gesturing in the direction she'd come from, and then looked at her expectantly, waiting. ? Mikayla – Mikayla did not move. The dog wanted her to go back…to the castle…No. No! NO! She frowned and shook her head. Mikayla stopped and did not take another step. “I don’t want to go back there.” She said to the hound. “I am sorry. He is rude and aggressive and obnoxious and I just want to go home. Please,” she said. Instinctively Mikayla just knew that animal could understand her. Angus must have sent it. He was such a kind man. “Tell Angus.. That I respect him and understand he has a job to do which is why he sent you to me. But I am not going back. I can not be humiliated like that again.” The wind had started to pick.. She stood there shivering. Her body growing cold as her hair whipped about her. (The Dragon, Angus) The hound looked up at Mikayla with soulful brown eyes for a long moment. Finally, as if coming to a decision, it began to speak. The sound was decidedly strange, somewhere between human speech and a dog's gruff growling and whining. But it was speech. The hound was speaking to her. "The master cannot help his nature," it said. "It is a constant struggle for him, always keeping the beast in check. But he was not trying to humiliate you. He was _testing_ you. To see if you have the gift. And... apparently you do." "But you stopped too soon," the hound went on urgently, "and left the spell you were reading unfinished. And you left him only half-done. He is caught in-between now, and in enormous physical pain. I _beg_ you, mistress. Return with me to the keep." The animal turned to look back up the path, then looked back to her once again, eyes pleading. "He needs you, mistress. And only you can help him." - Mikayla - She blinked...then blinked again...she shook her head...no...no...it could not be...there just no way.... But it was happening to her. The hound....the creature... spoke to her...it....talked...to...her... Mikayla opened her mouth to speak but it snapped shut just as quickly. She shook her head. And blinked again. How in the hell....and it sounded like. “Angus?” mentally this was too much for her to process...This day had been too much for her to understand.. She blinked once last time to fight off the dizziness it was no avail. Her eyes fluttered closed and then sink like stone in a dead faint ?(The Dragon, Angus) The hound stared at the unconscious Mikayla for a moment, then let his head droop in the canine equivalent of a sigh. He was strong for a dog, but dragging her back along the path to the keep was not an option. But neither was leaving her here in the wild forest where she'd be vulnerable to any predator that came along. There was nothing for it then, he decided, though he dearly wished there were some other solution to the dilemma. Closing his eyes inconcentration, the hound began reciting an incantation - one of the only two he knew - the only part of which was comprehensible was the three times he repeated his own name. A green mist swirled up from the ground, glowing brightly as it enveloped him, and when it disappated moments later, Angus was restored to his human form, crouched on all fours on the ground by the unconscious young woman. Stark

(Keira) Once Keira had arrived home from the Asylum she slipped out of her travelling clothes into a at home look. When at home she dressed comfortably, usually in sweats or jeans and a nice shirt. Her more elegant looks she would wear if her and Harrison went out on the town or even just to the grocery store. She started dinner, smoked sausage with stir fried veggies. She had a productive day, but wondered what Rain was finding out if anything. She was just finishing up setting the table when she heard the garage door open which she knew would be Harrison returning home after her day of work. She had Harrison's favorite glass of wine waiting for her as her love walked in the door to the kitchen. "Hello my dear, how was your day?" She asked as she crossed the kitchen to give her lady a hello kiss. Tag: Harrison

“Those gangstas didn’t make me feel like everything I did was wrong, those gangstas didn’t make me feel like a damned black sheep in daddy’s little family. I am not some weakling that has to abide by the typical society rules. I don’t have to feel like a damned freak just because I am different and I dare someone to try to dissect me. Forgive me if I don’t want to be daddy’s project. I don’t have to do everything he says just cause he is richer than god! Dad wants to cage me up and Brandon wants to do, whatever Daddy wants cause he can’t think for himself. You are the only one that gave a damn and I say it again…I am sorry I left or that I hurt you! But I didn’t turn my back on my family…my family..save you turn its back on me” Ireland eyed him with a smirk. “Do you know you are more like Brandon that even you realize.” She said “Let it go Rain. I know you want me to understand why you make the decisions you make. But I never am. So why go go on and on about things we are never gonna see eye to eye on. At the end of the day it doesn’t matter what I think. You have your truth and so you can have it.” She shrugged again. “Hey, I thought we said ‘We’ were having lunch.” She said she was going to let him live his life, but the shrug told him she was disappointed in him still. “Yes, let’s just let it drop.” She said smiling at the waitress who gave her her drink. “You remembered. Thanks”. When she mentioned moving home he said “What does that mean? Why are you not sure? Don’t tell me…daddy’s making you move back home?” He looked at her as he always checked on her, at least once a week. She was his all, the only one that could talk to him like that anyway. She was the only one that mattered now! She didn’t like the way he said what he said. Ireland was extremely protective of the men in her life—even with each other. She didn’t let Brandon talk bad about Rain or Chord. Or Daddio talk bad about Brandon or Rain and she wasn’t gonna let Rain talk bad about Brandon or Chord. “if I move back home it will be my choice,” she said. “We agreed to let it go.” “Please…once the money is gone so are they. Or they believe the money is gone. I am not a keeper remember, I am the badguy.” He winked. “So your insta has been kinda dry lately…what gives? You can get any party favor you want male or female?” He arched an eyebrow as he ordered just a raspberry tea wine spritzer. “Dude, come on, you know Imma an Instastalker, not Instaposter,” she said sipping her Arnold Palmer. Shifting the conversation away from her love life. She shrugged. “You know social media’s not really my thing. I like to keep my private life private. you on the other hand do not. You were at Club Moonlight last night with some chick that couldn’t keep her hands off you. And her name is?”

Andy Hardin didn???t stand out in the crowd. With seemingly limited skills he moved with the Blood Nation providing simple duties. Good with a night vision implant in his left eye and a sharpshooter discipline he provided a tough guy roll for the travelling show. He wasn???t much to look at with dirty, tattered jeans, jacket and wild long black curly hair that sprang from his head like spikes. His skin was heavily tanned and his dark complexion gave the impression of some Choomba mix down the line.?? He rode one of only a handful of the Tesla Cyberbikes left in the outer regions.?? He???d been scouting at the time of the blip. He called it a blip but it was soon to be discovered to be much more than a blip. His focus was on the town and it???s people. He???d started at the campus, worked his way down to the cop shop and the so called government HQ.?? Every person he looked at was blinked into a pic file using his cyber eye. That???s what he really was. Andy Hardin was a searcher. Going from town to town imaging everyone he possibly could. Every night when he went on watch he???d upload the files to a SAT. The Corp he???d signed a long term deal would eventually pay. He???d waited, dreamed about that day. When it was over he???d take a hot shower for a whole day.?? The blip he???d noted only by the passage of the sun. One moment it had been right there then it was over here. He???d looked at that burning orb long enough to burn out his real eye if he???d kept it open. Using his optics it was easy to spot some differences.?? He???d sat down on the ground with a thud. Around him people did what they always did without knowing. They would soon enough. He shifted his jacket and stood back up. He still had a job to do even if the world had changed somehow. Unless Corp didn???t exist anymore. Then he???d have a serious talk with whoever was responsible for this. Conversation was of the most bizarre he could ever remember in a lifetime of eavesdropping. Once the fact that they???d been shut out of the world a queer feeling hit his belly. Who was there left for him to report too? There were no sat links or armchair generals to spill his peepings to. His career had just taken a major left turn.?? The conversation boiled as people freaked. Families were lost. Life had changed forever for everyone in Troy. That change was only beginning to be felt. The first big news came with the odd tales of a battle between The Salvadoras and the dragons. The Saviors, the gang Aldecaldos had affectionately been relabeled. Rumors were rife and this had just happened. The news was unbelievable but Andy had seen the shift. Something had changed. Even the air was suddenly warmer. Dragons? Others had been found. Other humans and a couple who were not. Not human? The dragons had been routed as well as a band of soldiers armed with seriously old tech weapons. The manner in which a dragon had met its fate was of particular interest to Andy. A women from town had vaporized the thing using what was being described as magic.?? Who was this woman? Details were sketchy. He had to find a first hand report.?? The streets of Troy showed signs of alarm as people tried to do what they were supposed to do but instead used their media devices to try and make heads or tails of the days events.?? A sketchy vid from earlier followed an adventuresome farmer as he was keeping tabs on his fields. Shots, explosions and other strange sights were evident through a tree line as shakily the cam showed distant warriors, presumably the notorious Aldecaldos engaging some backward looking soldiers.?? Another vid from the same farmer showed a strange beast sizzle through the air only to be met by some razzle dazzle missile display. A woman led the Aldecaldos in the engagement and some unusual weapon was used. The vid distorted badly and little else could be made out except the beast had been badly beaten in the attack.?? Who was the woman and why was she leading the attack against whatever that thing was? He began to ask around about the Saviors and what had happened.?? More inform

(Khadashee) Khadashee smiled at him. “You beautiful handsome man. Have I told today how much I love you.” She said kissing him deeply. “First, I want to say thank you for going through all the trouble you are going through right now. Coming up with your plan. Thank you. and I understand Sa’id is worried. And he has every right to be worried. Bakari is a powerful man and he wants me back in Ethiopia for a reason. And you are correct when you say he can order your death with the ease of ordering lunch. And while I have no doubt that you Can if you chose to, successfully hide your feelings for me. However, the fact remains that I do not think I can, nor do I want to hide my feelings for you. Once upon a time I belonged to my husband wholeheartedly. I gave him all that I was. And he chose to discard me in a heinous of fashion. He wanted me to suffer. And for five long years I did. And then the gods gave me you. And I am so happy. I have no intention of hiding that happiness. Or pretending that love does not exist. I plan on walking in my lands holding your hand and telling my people who you are to me. And how I came to know you. And I will fight Bakari if he makes it so that I have to. I will fight him.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “I just want you to be comfortable. Tell me what you think I should do, Captain. I need your advice.” (Draven) Draven returned the kiss just as deeply, then he listened intently to every word Khadashee said. When she was finished and asked his advice he smiled. "Very well then my love. We will not hide who we are to one another and I will gladly escort you on my arm through your kingdom. I am your Captain and you are my Queen." He drew her in for another kiss and was glad that the plan was finally settled. If he lost his head for the love he had for this woman, then at least he would die a happy man. Tag: Khadashee

(Imogene) When the kiss was completed, Imogene smiled. “I missed you.” She said to her lover. She took the glass of Moscato and came to stand behind her lover, her arms wrapped around her as Kiera stirred the dish. “Did you make your world famous Asian shrimp and stir-fried veggies? You know that is my favorite right,” Imogene said kissing Kiera’s cheek. Imogene moved to sit down at the table as Keira placed the plates down in front of them. “It was a day.” Imogene said. “Two candidates vying for the same job. One is better at it than the other. But the weaker one needs this to show his supervisor he is ready for more responsibility. You know how it goes.” Imogen said. “Chord sends his love.” She said. (Keira) Keira smiled as she knew it was Genie's favorite. "Ah, well I hope the better candidate wins. Teams need good leaders no matter what the job is. My day was decent. Regular craziness, nobody new came in today, so there is that." Tag: Imogene (OOC: Keira's civilian cover is working the front desk at the asylum.)

Ashton got up to make them breakfast. He was a was sorry he had been investigating some rogue wererats that were running a trafficking scheme. He had dealt with a few of them and he was a bit sore but he had healed most of it. He let his lover sleep since he was a bit late coming in. He was hoping breakfast would smooth things over since he meant to…wake her up last night but she was sleeping so sweetly. He enjoys just being with her. She came with him to NYC so he could get his things. She talked him into going down to Nawlins, which wasn’t much twisting. His current huntings seemed to be pointing him in that direction. Hell, there was supernatural crime and corruption anywhere and since Nawlins was an energy nexus as well as potential Hellmouth it was as good as place as any. Besides, she had a business down there and since they would be together it seemed perfect. Walking along the bayou feeding her some beignets, eating them off of her. What was not to like? He put on the coffee and put on some soothing jazz for the morning and began to make them something to eat. He was going to try to make her breakfast in bed today. She loved the sunrises now so he would try.

[Kites] Kites watched as Gen screamed in barely controlled fury and kicked the droid's head clear across the room. He already knew that when Chord started addressing them all, it was going to be less a motivational speech that it looked like it was going to be. Kites was extremely frustrated, a feeling that they all equally shared. Though they tried their hardest, it obviously wasn't enough because they still managed to fail miserably. However, he didn't expect that they were all going to be scolded like little children because that's exactly what it felt like, or that he was going to be pointing out several of their "extracurricular activities." That just further added to the shame and embarrassment that he was feeling in that moment. They were all cold, sweaty, dirty, exhausted and most than likely very hungry as a result, and yet they had to stand there and be told how much they sucked and how awesome Ireland was for saving their skins. Thanks, Chord, like we didn't already know it ourselves. Just rub it in some more. Kites didn't even want to look at Ireland, much less acknowledge her as their new de-facto leader. He was still quite a bit sore about being told off for not knowing she was power-less, as if she half expected him to be psychic. At the very least, she seemed to be just as shocked at this revelation as he was. Once the dressing down was done, Chord and co left, leaving everyone standing in shock. After what seemed like minutes, everyone else who was left began to slowly shuffle out of the training room. First Brandon, looking quite dejected and demoralized. Then Kat who seemed to be fine on the outside, but he could tell that she was boiling underneath the surface. He could sense it in her scent, which was typically gentle but was now quite turbulent, revealing a storm of emotions that she was going through. As she walked past him, reaching for his arm, Kites returned the gesture, extending a wing to her and gently squeezing her hand. He then let go as Kat disappeared through the doors. Mia, well...Kites wasn't exactly sure what Mia was feeling. She simply turned around and wordlessly walked out. That just left himself and Gen, and Gen seemed to be hit by this the most. He watched her for a while, the androgyne just listlessly standing in the muck, wings drooping and caked in mud just as the rest of her and himself were. He wanted nothing more than to run to her side, give her a hug and tell her that they can just try harder tomorrow, but he knew that even if they weren't there, Chord and co were watching. The last thing he wanted to do was to give Chord more reasons to think that he and Gen didn't make a good team. It was conflicting and suddenly it made him very angry. "Come on, Gen. We're done here. Let's go get cleaned up," he called out to her, leaving the training room. It bothered him that he walked out by himself. It bothered him all the way up to the elevator as he called it down to the floor. As the doors opened with a woosh and a soft ding, Kites stepped in and punched the button for the living quarters. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, feeling that all too familiar shift in gravity as the elevator started up. His eyebrows furrowed together as he thought about what Chord said. As much as he hated to admit, the man was right. The gauntlet was meant to test them, test their mettle, their ability to cooperate, but what did they do? Flirt their way up and down the mountain? What were they here for? Become a super hero team or indulge in some debauchery? Of course it was going to look like none of them were taking this seriously. It didn't help that he himself was totally all Gen in the same space that was taking him up to his room. His eyes flicked up to the ceiling, wondering just which of these corners held a camera that watched him then and was probably watching him even now. When the elevator reached the floor, Kites stepped out and with a flap of his wings, flew up to the second level of their space and alighted on the rail edge, hopping off, then pressing the panel of his door

(Brandon) Brandon was back in his room now the flight up that he created had been short but even in all that time he thought about it. How Rain was right he was weak! Ireland wasn't really his sister, he accepted her as his sister because he couldn't have anything more. Something Rain often made completely clear to him, he wasn't good enough for her or he couldn’t be the man she needed for him to be. Not the weak pantywaist that followed after their father with no backbone of his own. He was simply far too wanton and lonely, far too thirsty for her. He wanted to be with her, but he really didn't get to know her, he wanted her as a lover but didn’t know how! Otherwise he would have known she likes both men and women and to be with him would have tied her down. Mia was just simply another example to show him that he didn't have his act together. He invited her to be with him or the group, either way it was under false pretenses. Yes the group needed her powers but he needed something more or he wanted something more and that wasn't what Mia wanted! She wanted what he didn’t have, so it was simply yet again is hunger that over rode his sensibility. He heard Kat at the door and for the life of him; he should have just left the door closed. In the back of his mind he was simply giving up, he just wasn't leader material. He had gotten chewed out enough, so now what was something else, he had failed them as a leader. Sure he had been a warrior, a protector of the city for some time. But he never work with a group, he never led a group, he was just an individual and knew what he was doing with HIS abilities. So he was nothing more than what Rain said just poppa’s boy that was willing to do whatever was necessary to stay in father’s good graces and yet he had failed at that. What on earth made him think that he'd be a good leader? Even now he could hear Rain laughing at him in the back of his mind. But as he waved his hand, the door opened he stepped out and looked at Kat he was glad she hadn’t gotten too far. “Are you coming in?” He gazed at her all he was wearing was his pants and his boots looking like he was getting ready to take a shower. There was nothing for him to lose, as a failure. Maybe not being leader was the best thing for him, Ireland was better at him in everything including control, so she was easily better suited to the mantle. He would do what he was told like usual and just live. Seems her and Mia were getting along splendidly, thereby they could both be leaders since Mia wanted the job as second already. ‘There you go!’ (Kat) Kat had started down the hall when she heard the door open and Brandon ask if she was going to come in. Turning around she gave him a smile as she walked back and into his room. Once inside and the door shut she really looked at him. In just his pants and boots, Brandon was one of the hottest guys she had ever seen. Yet she could tell that he was brooding. Which was not a good look, even for him. Still covered in dried mud, Kat took the steps to stand ext to him. She reached out to take his hand in hers. She guided him to sit on the bed. Still holding his hand she gives it a squeeze. "I can tell that you are wallowing. And don't tell me you are not. I can smell it. And don't give me that look." She grinned to take the sting out of her words. "You know that I will stand next to you, no matter what." She looked into his eyes. "Right now what I need from you, what we need from you, is to get out of your head and help us. Help me learn to use my powers. Help us learn how to compliment each other when are out there. Even though they put Ireland in charge, it will be you that will be out there with us. You have been doing this superhero stuff longer than any of us. I know that you have worked alone. So learning to work with others is not easy. Just remember, we are in the same boat. None of us have worked with others either. (pause as she shivered) This is a good thing. This means that we can create our own way to work together." Tag: Brandon

(Khadashee) She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She touched his cheek. “I love you Captain. You are all I want. For now and for always. I maybe a queen but I am willingly your slave. Never forget that. You have nothing to fear. My heart belongs to you. Now and until the day I take my last breathe.” She said the truth of her words in her eyes. “And you are right. There is nothing we can do until we get there. There is no need to beat ourselves up second guessing ourselves trying to understand what my wayward husband could want with me. We will learn all as soon as we arrive. For now, let us enjoy our time upon this fine vessel. Will we be joining the captain for dinner or dining alone?” She said reaching up to kiss his lips. (Draven) Draven drew her in and returned the kiss as he scooped her up into his arms. He carried her to the bed and quickly made work of their clothing. The thought of suddenly losing her set him ablaze with wanton need to be as close as possible right now. He moved to be on top of her and slid his sword into her welcome sheath. Food and dining clearly not on his mind at this moment as he began making love to his willing slave. Tag: Khadashee

(Anais) “Of course,” she said taking his hand. She moved to step outside with him when his questions caught her off guard. “Pardon,” she said blinked. She began to nibble on her bottom lip. Her brothers always said she was incredibly transparent. She felt terrible. She didn’t want him to be worried and concerned about him. She wanted him to know that she was strong and was his match…even if she were not his equal. “I was just wondering if I would be able to bring Hell with us. He has only just returned to me and I really enjoy our morning rides together. It gives me time to think and be one with him and nature. But I did not want to be forward and cause too much untoward stress on you or your family.” Said not mentioning her apprehension about not being good enough for him because of her half-breed status. (Draven) Draven raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. He had a feeling that was not what she was thinking about. Instead of pushing the issue he said, "let us get there first and feel out the situation. If all is agreeable then I will send for him. Agreed?" Once they were settled in the car off they went to do shopping for her gowns. He took her to a tayler who knew his family well. "Do you have any questions about my family that you would like to ask?" He asked her as they drove along. Tag: Anais

<John Merriweather> Uninvited Bonnie popped up with four cups of grog, passed them out, and took a seat next to Sara, giving her a wink. John raised his eyebrow at the serving wench, but said nothing. “When I was ‘recovering’ the Lady Kir from Port Royale,” John began, sipping his grog, “at the Captain’s request by the way, I was confronted, well actually the Royal Marines were and I was in their company… Suffice to say it’s a long story, anywise, we were confronted by a magus wielding an incredible amount of power. He was, apparently, channeling an elemental. A well placed crossbow quarrel broke his concentration, and he lost control of it. I believe he survived, but the elemental slipped his binding and returned to the harbor near here.” He took a sip of his grog and expounded. “Magic users leave traces of themselves in the spells they cast, much line fingerprints. I have crossed paths with that magi’s work before. The first time was on the spell that made you, Sara, a zombie before we met. The second when the Seven Fingers captured the Diablo Vega, and the demon they set in a trap nearly tore you to shreds. The third time I sensed his presence through an apprentice when the Seven Fingers was attacked by the fire elemental in Crescent Harbor.” He sighed, “and most recently, I felt his presence in the storm that nearly sank us, and sent the Seven Fingers into the repair docks here in Kingston. “For some reason,” John said, “he seems to have it out for our little ship. At the very least he is aligned with the Spaniards. If I can find this entity and remove his influence then it won’t be a weapon against the Seven Fingers and His Majesty's Navy. If I can’t neutralize the threat then I’m fairly sure we will be sunk before we reach Grand Cayman and home.” The thaumatologist took a deep sigh. “Anyway, that is the task as I see it, and what has delayed my return to the Captain. In the absence of higher ranking officers I have a duty to protect the ship, at the expense of my own life if necessary.” “When you, Sara dear, showed up out of the blue demanding that I return to the Captain, well, I thought you had been enchanted somehow, compromised. I am truly sorry.” He took another deep sigh and a swig of grog. “Anywise, I used a spell to temporarily ‘kill’ the lady Kirschvasser and myself so that we might enter the spirit realm, contact the entity, and perhaps see if you were in need of help.” He waved his hands in the air, “and here we are! Ta-Da!” “ ‘E talks pretty, ‘e does,” Bonnie interjected. “A bit loquacious, but pretty. Sounds almost like the Cap'n, 'e does.” <Kir> Sat down and was glad to see that Sara had decided to join them. She hoped that this would go well. Bonnie popped up and set down four cups of grog, then sat herself. Kir looked to John to gage his reaction. Since he seemed alright with the spirit woman staying Kir felt better. She had not wanted to persuade the woman to leave by asking the woman to show her around seeing how she was new to being dead and all. Not that she could have but she herself didn't want to leave the table either. Kir listened as John spelled out what was going on and his thoughts and reasons on why he had acted how he did. She looked to Sara and gave her her best warmest caring smile. "John, we were worried about you and the ship. (looked to John then back to Sara) He may do this kinda thing all the time but myself. I am usually a single minded person. Yet I feel that I have found a family and I worry about family." Tag:John, Sara any