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Thread: Mystic New York [Xilo&DarkAngel]

Kat felt a surge of confidence course through her as William told her that they were more or less on the right path. For a moment, she wondered if learning this would erase some of Reillys skepticism from earlier. But that was something to find out later. Though she planned to rub it in when she did, knowing full well shed enjoy every second of that too. But for the situation on hand, she needed to stay focused on the here and now. And that was their next step. The next step would be to get William to give them information on which member or members of the Red Court they should be going after. Regardless of who though, it wasnt going to be easy to get close to a Red. They were vicious, much more so than the Whites. And if these Reds had half-vampires answering to them, it would make things even trickier. Though, as William had said, they wouldnt be half-vampires for long. A sad truth that Kat didnt want to face. Kat could sense Reillys anger as she touched his thigh. His emotions were bubbling up and he needed to keep them at bay. The spikes were only making William more powerful, not to mention more amused. She had to grit her teeth as he taunted Reilly. Watching the vampire do that made her blood burn, but she couldnt let her emotions get the better of her. William was toying with them both, trying to see how far he could push them. Kat cleared her throat, her free hand rubbing her amulet. Im well aware of your financial successes, William. I give you credit for being able to maintain such a high standard of living given all the internal squabbles that must come your way. William just chuckled. So whats your offer then? he asked. Kat closed her eyes for a brief moment. The only thing Kat knew that might pique Williams interest was to agree to assist on helping him keep not just the current Reds quiet, but to try and halt their plans to take over the city. The Whites and Reds had been feuding for so very long, constantly battling for power. The ever-growing number of Reds, especially over the past decade or so, was starting to tip the balance. And the Whites didnt like it. All right, Kat began. How about this. How about we help you keep the Reds at bay so that your precious hierarchy remains balanced her voice trailed. In a way that I think might make you happy.
Thread: Mystic New York [Xilo&DarkAngel]

Calm down, Kat whispered harshly. Getting angry isnt going to make this any easier. Itll only cloud your head, not to mention amuse the hell out of William. Kat could see Reilly seething in his chair. He was beyond pissed. Though she could understand why. Being a normal human and then having all these crazy things you thought only happened in books and movies thrust at you couldnt be an easy thing to deal with. She was sure that was partly why he hated dealing with her so much. On top of her well idiosyncrasies. Kat heaved a sigh and finally let go of her amulet, letting it drop loosely around her neck. She realized that her hand was still on Reillys thigh even though she no longer needed to be in physical contact with him. William was gone, along with his female pet, and any small grounding affects she could help bring about were no longer needed. Feeling a little stupid about it lingering longer than it should have, she quickly pulled it away and began to tie her hair back up into another sloppy knot. Looking over at Reilly, Kat could see that he needed to cool off. Okay, that does it. She stood up and grabbed Reillys arm, pulling him along with her as they exited the country club. She leaned her head toward his and said, I know this isnt your sort of thing, but Im so taking you out to get some tea. The look on Reillys face was priceless. Kat didnt know whether he wanted to shout or hit something. But enough was enough. The man never did anything for himself. Ever. And this was the final straw for her. He was getting too wrapped up in everything. Shed seen this many times with him and every time she held back and let him handle things his way. Not this time. Not if she had anything to say or do about it. Smiling, Kat spoke, Oh trust me, youll love it. Tea always makes everything much better. Youll see. She brought her other arm up to meet his and gave him a pat as they reached the valet. And dont think about trying to argue your way out of this one. There are plenty more hours left today where we can pour over the names and figure out how to get these guys. She paused a moment. But given the state youre in right now? Kat shook her head. No. Were going out for tea. The files are for later. Come on.
Thread: Mystic New York [Xilo&DarkAngel]

As the Wizardess pulled Reilly to his feet, he nearly forgot to grab the folder with the information that they needed. With a last second grab, he recovered the files from the table and tucked them into his coat as he replaced his badge on the outside. He wasn't sure how to handle her sudden insistence on tea. With the doubt, he handled it the only way he figured he could handle it... by letting it happen. He handed the valet the ticket for the squad car. The Lieutenant stared at Kat dumbfoundedly. She couldn't be serious about making him join her for tea. He decided to press his luck, mumbling a quick How about coffee instead? The words fell on dead ears as they climbed into the car as it pulled around. He slipped the valet a small tip, driving out of the country club's drive quickly. Fine. Where to? He grumped all during the car ride. What would the guys at the station think if they knew that he was being forced into tea with his hired consultant. Kat gave him the directions that he needed, as he looked up at the sign. Subtle Tea ? Is that really the name? He groaned out quietly, shaking his head as he turned off the car, stepping out and staring at the door. He really, really didn't want to go inside, but he found his feet following the Wizardess inside the store. It was something along the lines of Starbucks, but specializing in tea. Uhm. You order for me. He mumbled, moving to take a seat at one of the small tables in the back corner of the store.... far from the storefront windows. While she stood in line, he pulled out the files on the Reds that William had given them. It just didn't make any sense. A judge. A crime lord. And Deputy-Inspector Johanson. He just didn't understand. Three relatively powerful individuals... did they get there because of their Red influence? Or were they changed after the fact? He did some more reading about the men as he caught a glance from Kat. She had said to leave the files alone, but he couldn't do that. Not now. Not when they had all this new information. Reilly held up a finger, ' one more minute '. That's all he needed to try and find something concrete about a timeline. Anything to connect them to the kidnappings. Where they might be hiding the four missing people. Something. Anything. Please. He frowned, the lines on his face falling into place easily from all the frustrations of late. He flipped through the pages quickly, front to back. Front to back. Front to back. He was on his fourth examination of the three individuals when Kat very nearly slammed their tea on the table. I was... uh... just finishing up. He said with a sigh, folding the file closed and looking at the tea that was in front of him. What is it?
Thread: Mystic New York [Xilo&DarkAngel]

Kat scowled as she set the cups of tea down on the table. Reilly looked up at her somewhat sheepishly as he reluctantly closed the files she explicitly had told him not to touch until later. Of course, she never expected him to actually listen to her, at least not in full anyway. It just wasnt his usual way of doing things. But it was time for a change in that regard. High time. He needed to realize that their were two of them working on this case and that working on something in a state of chaotic anger wasnt going to help. They needed to take a small break and re-ground themselves. End of story. What is it? Reilly asked wincing at the tea Kat had set before him. Its a sweet apple tea, she answered. Just drink the damned thing. Its wonderful! Trust me for once. Kat couldnt help but throw in the trust jab. She was still a little sore from his not trusting her earlier hunch regarding her thoughts that vampires might be involved in the missing persons case. As Kat sat down, she chuckled a little. She couldnt help but notice Reillys choice of seating. The place was relatively empty and he chose the one table furthest away from well, everything. She shook her head a little and sighed. Embarrassed to be here? Kat asked as she took a sip of her own tea. Mmm white raspberry, she muttered to herself as she swallowed the hot liquid. Reilly just looked at her, his expression that of someone whose patience was ever so slowly dwindling. Kat just smiled and took another sip of her tea. She felt triumphant. For once he was the one getting all riled up, it was her getting under his skin. She wondered if he liked this slight turn of the tables. Probably not. She knew Reilly pretty well. He had his way of doing things and deviating from that way was just something he never did. In a way, Kat felt like this was good for him. He needed the change, the spice. And it didnt hurt that it gave her some small satisfaction either. Kat took another sip of her tea, her resolve faltering a little at the look on Reillys face. Heaving a small sigh, she spoke, Fine, take at least two sips of tea and we can start looking at the files. She felt defeated, again. But seeing the small smile creep up on Reillys lips made her forget that. Almost.
Thread: Mystic New York [Xilo&DarkAngel]

Reilly stared at the cup for a long moment before picking it up slowly. He glanced over at Kat, Fine, take at least two sips of tea and we can start looking at the files. She conceded, the look in her eyes one of slowly growing defeat. He licked his lips softly as he took the first sip of the tea. It... wasn't terrible. He looked up at the Wizardess and offered a half-smile. It's... good. He offered slowly, taking another drink of the liquid. So far, they had each conceded a point after entering the tea house. Everything was in balance. He flipped open the files, continuing to drink the tea. He didn't want to admit it, but somehow, it was kind of soothing. His smile disappeared again, though, once he opened the files. He just didn't see how they'd get to them legally. Reilly sighed, finishing the tea after a little while of silent musing. He went to take another drink and surprised himself by not having any left. Huh. He mumbled, placing the cup to the side as he continued to scour over the files. Somehow, despite William's... character, Reilly didn't think that he would have given them information they couldn't have used. William was going to benefit as well from them stopping the Reds. It may be cryptic, but the answer had to be there. I don't get it. I don't understand how we can stop them. He spat out, closing his eyes as he leaned back in the high-backed chair. We can't touch them, legally speaking. And you can't just go and curse them or whatever... Because of your rules. He stared at the Wizardess silently, his mind going a mile a minute.
Thread: serisu x cheshire pup //-- s t e a l the n i g h t away â¥

Tap tap tap on the window the rain fell, drenching the lands far and wide with the sudden onslaught, filling rivers and lakes to flooding. Everything was wet and dreary, except for inside the castle, where Archer sat at the throne, no end to his misery in sight. It was less than a year since the death of the king, his father, and the young boy of seventeen had been forced to overtake the job of dealing with those stupid enough to get caught stealing while his mother decided the most important decisions until she felt the soon-to-be-king was ready and mature. Tap tap tap , the prince's rings sounded through the hall as he tapped them against the oak of the chair. He stared down from his pedestal, lamely giving decisions as the people begged for his mercy. His mind was elsewhere, outside- but not in that cold, dark world. His mind was in the past, recollecting his childhood memories of his best friend, the boy who's name he couldn't even remember. What had happened to that boy, he wondered. Had he really decided that he was too good for the young prince of seven, as his father had claimed. How could that be? They had always seemed so close, so very much best and lasting friends. Until that fateful day when he didn't come to play, and his father had sighed and shook his head. You know, son, He'd said, placing a thoughtful hand on the boy's shoulder. Some people just aren't aware of what a good friend is. He decided he didn't need you anymore... His head slipped from the fist he was resting it on as he began to fall asleep once again, the momentum waking him up with a start. Guilty to three years in prison! he gasped quickly, unsure of even what the crime this woman had committed was. Two more, okay? he growled to the guard. Just two more, then I'm going to bed! He frowned, his golden hair slipping over his sky-blue eyes, shielding them from view. Raising his beautiful hands, he brushed the strands from his face, rubbing his temples and sighing. I need to get my head out of the past... He thought, gesturing for the guard to let the next criminal in.
Thread: serisu x cheshire pup //-- s t e a l the n i g h t away â¥

Archer frowned upon the sight of his old friend, the one he had just been reminiscing about, beaten and brought before him in shackles. He had heard rumors -nay, now what he knew to be true - about a man by the name of Specter, wanted and sought after by the knights. He couldn't allow himself to believe it the boy with golden eyes had been his friend, his only companion for long years. How could he have turned to the life of crime? It was unthinkable. Spencer... He gasped, flinching at the nickname and spite held in the other's voice. I can't believe it's you. Suddenly much more awake than before, he hopped down from his pedestal, his hardened leather soles tapping against the marble tiles of the grand floor. To see you again this way is not what I expected. He began, tilting his shoulders in a haughty way, the way he had been raised. He was never known as the nice boy, not an angel, and was raised to treat all others as below him, even if it weren't so. He frowned, folding his arms over his chest, brows furrowed. I thought you were too good for me? You'd left. I thought I'd never see you again. His voice was prim and curt, like tightly wound piano strings. I hardly doubt my father would dirty his hands to catch a silly, petty thief like you... Hush. He ordered the man who held the scroll, tapping around his old friend as he thought deeply. He was not supposed to hold feelings for others and give them second chances under any circumstances, but the boy could not dream of condemning such a friend, a good person, to death by the gallows. It was unreal, a terrible crisis taking place inside dear Archer's blonde head. Golden lashes curled over pale cheeks, lids lowered over the bluest eyes many have ever seen. His arms folded behind the thin back, and he rolled his head back in such a way that he'd be able to see the ceiling if he wished. I don't think we have the proof we need, he began finally, judging every word. to condemn him to death. What he needs... Grinned the prince as he approached his throne once more. What he needs is a little guidance. Rehabilitation. I believe that is the key. He declared, crossing his left leg on his right knee. That way, we can tell if he'll ever actually be ready for society. I should be the one to administer, just to see if this new institution would work.
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

Destation was roaming city looking for a military base stationed somewhere in the area. He didn't worry much, about being attacked out here, even though he was very much so in the middle of a street. His mud and dirt smeared face and body blended in quite well with the remains of a once great city all around him. He traveled with a hop in his walk and smiled as his bags rattled around him. No no no, I the easiest way would to be to head down main street, and not risk walking through a nest of raiders cutting through levlin lane. He talked to seemingly no one. No this path could give us an easy hour worth or more of hour day light. He suddenly stopped as he turned the corner around a building. You see there it is. You know im never listening to you again. He walked up to a locked gate that apparently had electricity running through it. Well this wont do. Out of his pack he put on some rubber gloves and a lock picking set. He worked on the lock making quick work of it. As the gate opened the circuit was broken and the electricity stopped working. Ahh much better. He put his materials away and walked into the military complex.
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

Work, work, work....it seemed that's all she did now that the war was over and just about everyone was dead. No fear in her mind because of the electrical gate that guarded the base. No one daring to enter out of fear that the military still ran it. Well at that's what she though, unknowing that someone had found a way pass the gate. The base was small, a few hangers and an airstrip. About 20 or so other buildings, a housing area and a shopping center. All of which has shown to be full of untapped food and supplies which the last marine raided and clammed as her own. Making one of the hangers into her make shift home, using the offices on the second level as storage for what she found and one for a make shift one room house. It was not much but it was home and it was better then what others had. Today though she found herself moving the last boxes of can goods and MRE from a were-house back to the air station. Not knowing that someone could be watching her now.
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

Destation rubbed his eyes to make sure his eyes wern't playing tricks on him. It had been quite awhile since he had seen someone. He immediately knew she wasn't a raider. She was to cleaned up to be a raider not to mention she was alone. Raiders were never alone. He ran up to her waving his hands. His need for talking to someone that wasn't crazy forced him to move without thinking. Heeeeyyyy!
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

She jumped, dropping the box to her feet and swing the rifle that was on her back to the front of her. Training tough her to never be with out an weapon, common sense told her never to be with out a weapon this day and time. She was fast and clearly knew how to use the weapon that she now held in both hands. A warning shot being placed slightly up in the air as the boy ran at her. More or less to scare him into stopping... no wear near killing him. Cans seemed to roll out of the box, food worth more then gold now and days. Yet she never took her eyes off him, Stop where the fuck your at. Before I put a round between you eyes boy. Hell he might even be older then the 21 year old female before him. Her attire still the uniform she use to wear before the war ended everything, hair gown out and down to her shoulders. Bright eyes seemed to be a mix of blues and greens. Really a lovely girl if she was not pointed a rifle at his head.
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

As the bullet flied over his head and her demands came to his ears, he stopped not out of fear just the simple fact he'd rather not get shot. Hey now! Is that really how you treat guests around here? He said with a curious frown upon his face. I come in piece! He held his hand up in the old Vulcan symbol. He laughed at his own joke. Calm down sweety I'm unarmed... well for the most part. A grin split his mouth. He looked like a cross between a 25 year old crack head and a two year old who just got done playing in a mud puddle.
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

The way he spoke to her should have got him shot. I don't like guess so don't let the door hit you on the way out. That could be a bad idea to make him leave now though, he could sell her out to the raiders to get a few days worth of meals. As for being unarmed she would not believe him unless she searched him. That grin of his making her eyes narrow as she lowered the gun so he was not in her cross hairs. What the fuck to you want around here anyways. You know this base if off limits.
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

Well if your really that grumpy then I guess I could go but don't blame me if the fence doesn't work anymore. He laughed. He started to inch closer again since she had lowered her gun he thought that ment she wouldn't shoot at him anymore. He lowered his hands into one of his five pockets that he had in his shirt. Well I don't see any government to enforce no laws anymore. Do you because if you did I would gladly leave. You know I'm still technically on probation for breaking into old lady Maridith's house? Oh that was a fun night. Would you like me to tell you the story? He then started his story not waiting for her answer. Well ya see me and Johnny... Johnny was a good friend of mine you see...
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

Onica would let him come close, close enough that was. Watching him place his hands into his pockets, this alone put her on the edge. Not knowing he could pull out at any time. Boy what a shock from hell he would get when he got with in her strike range....swinging the butt end of her rifle right into his face. And if that did not hit, she was sure the back slash with the muzzle of her rifle would hit him. Ether way her goal was to knock the shit out of the boy that seemed to cocky for his own good. If he did get knocked out the last thing he would hear was her say, You need to learn when to shut up.
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

Not seeing the blow that was about to come Destation just kept rattling his story off until the butt of the rifle hit him squarely in the jaw. He must of blacked out because when he awoke it was dark. He didn't worry much he'd been in worse situations. This bringing back to mind a story of when he was captured by raiders. This story brought back the thought of stories which in turn brought back the thought of Onica hitting him. So much for being a friendly lady. He said as he rubbed his jaw. He had some pain killers in is pouches and as he went to retrieve them he realized something. His pouches, his life's savings were gone, this let him go of in a horrific blood curdling scream.
Thread: The city life (Skelace x Onica)

The girl was not crazy, the moment she knocked him on his as she 'disarmed' him of everything but his clothes. Putting it a box and placing it in a safe place in tell she could question him and make sure was not a real threat. Placing him in a cage in the main hanger, large metal bars would make it hard for him to get out....most likely made to keep valuable aircraft parts from being stolen when the base still up and running. Now used to keep him from from getting away. In the corner of the cage would be a few sleeping bags, a flash light, two cans of food and a gallon of water. She may have been the most friendly of people but she was not cruel, she knew with the setting of the sun the air would grow cold. After all winter was only a few weeks away. Onica, well she was off messing with things in the upper office. Stopping only when she heard the scream but did nothing. He could wait in tell morning, right now she was trying to set up a make shift fire place in the large office she now called home.