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#1
Delilah Wickerson



"Think it will be quiet tonight?" A gentle voice cooed into the crook of the young woman's neck, body rumbling with a earth-shattering yawn. Her back arched firmly into his, melting into his form without a single word of protest. She knew it wouldn't be a particularly pretty night. Never was. There was always something happening outside her front door, and as much as Delilah hated to spit out the words, she wanted the younger hunters to go handle the looming dangers. They were capable. Strong. Ambitious, yet, at the same time they were foolish, reckless. Children. The good ones die at Simeon's age, anyway. Might as well enjoy my time with...

"Hmm, well, what do you think?" The voice inquired again, nipping gently at Delilah's jaw. Delilah stiffened, allowing him to skim his callused fingers over her stomach. A gentle kiss to her neck. "Do I need to knock on wood, or are we going to pretend that the outside world doesn't exist for a while."

"You know better, Hiroki" Delilah mumbled, nails digging into the bedsheet. She didn't struggle as Hiroki pulled the cover to her chin, tucking her in firmly. He gently gripped her shoulders, rolling her onto her back and threatening to... Her hands met his neck. "Bethany told us she'd come check in on us. We can't do this right now..."

"Mm. What's Bethany gonna do...I've walked in on attempted Morgan one two and three before..." Hiroki smirked, hovering over her. He rested on his elbows, barely able to contain himself from fully encasing her in his form. Delilah began to click her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Steady beats.

Click. Click. Click.

Hiroki bumped his nose against hers. Delilah merely scowled her response, a sure sign of affection in Hiroki's book. "No. Stop. Don't give me those eyes." Delilah hissed through clenched teeth, crossing her arms along her stomach underneath the sheets. "Stop. Hiroki I swear to G-"

Hiroki silenced her the only way he knew how.

---

"Okay I didn't realize you had an open door policy with Fuller, sorry love." Hiroki chuckled without a hint of apology in his tone. Absentmindedly starting down at Delilah's hand, he began to prick at the delicate red ribbon wrapped around her wrist. He quickly worked to fasten it, forming a generous bow while he was at it. Delilah was more than red, her cheeks and eyes wild with rage and embarrassment. On the bright side, the only thing Bethany walked in on was them hitting each other with pillows and Delilah threatening to slice open her lover's throat.

"Mm." Sitting at Bethany's office with a rat's nest for hair and loss of any pride, Delilah huffed and crossed her legs. She bundled herself tightly, tapping her fingers against her forearm in irritation. "Maybe next time you don't try to start a war with me, Tamura." She leaned her head back into the miserable excuse for a board room chair, the gentle creaking of the chair legs reminding her with every heartbeat that there was a chance this would collapse beneath her and leave her to further humiliation.

It's eleven. I should be comfortably finishing the Great British Baking show with Tamura. No. No no. There had to be a fucking haunting. Then again who am I to complain...this is much better than the alternative. Besides...I could convince Hiroki to give me mouth to mouth ~

A gentle bump to her shoulder brought her back into the land of reality, the entirety of her strength being put into place as she bolted up from her slumped position. Her eyes met the arriving woman, a gentle blonde woman with a beaming smile that accompanied every piece of bad news. Delilah forced herself not to squirm in her chair, her hand desperate to shoot out for Hiroki's. However, she remained stiffened, eyes hard and thoughtless as they trained with her employer.

"Thank you two for coming. We just received two emergency cases from the local area, it's been requested that these are handled in the most appropriate and ethical..."

"And quick, I assume." Delilah mentioned, soft and composed. A smile touched at the corners of her mouth, which seemed to soften her employer's features. Bethany stared down at the desk before them, leaning forward and scrapping her nails against the wooden surface.

"Preferably. Two cases in the last fifteen minutes have made theirselves known to us. A haunting in Limestone. Sources confirmed that the details of the haunting appear to be from a demon, victim of the possession appears to be a twenty two year old college student coming home for the winter season. It's assumed he was consented in the possession, but it is preferred that the demon is exorcised and banished in the most efficient manner. Tamura, we are going to assign you a team in order to secure this victim and the demon inside of him. I know you aren't particularly used to..."

"Why a team, miss?" Hiroki's head tilted to the side like a lost puppy. Delilah would have found the confusion adorable in different times, but for right now irritation remained clear along her demeanor.

"It's a lower class demon, and while you and miss Wickerson make a wonderful team...we have more pressing issues for her to handle. We believe that it is best to safely secure the student to have more than one exorcist at the scene. Now, miss Wickerson. About a mile north from here there have been reports of what looks to be a Wendigo attack on several local hunters. Two missing, two confirmed deceased. Now, I know shapeshifters aren't particularly your area of expertise, miss Wickerson, but we believe that it is necessary to partner you up with a team of individuals as well..."

"Why?" Delilah inquired this time, brow furrowed in confusion. This wasn't like Bethany to place them in situations they weren't prepared to handle. There were plenty of hunters prepared to handle shapeshifters. Little Lucia always seemed to be eager to handle them, anyway...

"We think that this Wendigo was modified in someway, it appears to have caused a lot more mayhem than in recorded incidents...Beyond the four hunters, we believed it had also made itself known in a Jackman store. We do not know if the footage is real or not but...local security cameras point a bizarre figure attempting to crawl in through a rest stop's window. Again, it has not been fully confirmed, but we believe this Wendigo has a modification of some sort...perhaps by the actions of a witch or demon. Whatever the case, we are going to place each of you with a team. You are responsible for guiding them and extracting the monsters as quickly as possible. Hiroki Tamura, you are to be placed with Grayson Williams, Aaquil Cabrera and Mi..." Delilah's amusement threatened to spike as Bethany struggled with the hunter's name "Minakshi Panja. You will be transported by Selene Montgomery. Miss Wickerson, you will be placed with Adrian Lewis, Lucia Rivera, Brigid Ó Cathasaigh..." Bethany appeared to stumble over that name as well, causing Delilah to place her hand over her mouth to stifle any disrespect that threatened to bubble through. "And mister Kook. You will be transported by car. Hiroki, once at Limestone's HQ you will be guided to the victims home. Remember to place a memory charm to any involved. Delilah, if possible, recover the remaining hunters. They will need a prompt memory charm as well..." Bethany's lips pursed.

"I will call for them at once. For the mean time, suit up." A smile graced the owner's lips. "It is going to be a fun night."

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#2

Minakshi, or Mina as she insisted everyone call her as no one could really say her name, was currently in her room with several giant books resting on the wood of her desk. Papers cluttered the space with the help of pens and it just looked a-mess at the moment. Her arms rested against the desk while she read and took in the information those books offered her. Despite the state of her desk the room was completely clean and organized. Every door was closed. The bed was made. The bookshelf was organized in alphabetical order. The curtains were perfectly held back to let in sunlight from outside. The only noise that disturbed the mostly perfect room was the shuffling of papers and a knock that suddenly rang through the air. Her whole body turned and got up from the chair. Her caramel hand gripped the knob to open it which revealed a fellow guild member.

"Yes?" Her voice was sweet and kind like she could do no harm to anyone or anything at all. This was obviously not true as she was in the guild for a reason. Her long black hair hung over the white blouse that adorned her upper body. Blue skinny jeans hugged her leg like a clinging child and simple black shoes covered her feet. The guild member, or Willow as many people called him, was clearly intimidated by her beauty and even blushed.

"Bethany wants you in the briefing office-office!" Willow stuttered out while 'fixing' his blonde hair. Her brown eyes looked at him in curiosity before responding with a sly grin.

"Any particular reason why?"

"She didn't say, just said to get you!" He said quickly while nodded at her a little and excusing himself from her presence. Mina immediately left the room and headed to the briefing office which wasn't that far away. The halls weren't anything special, just grey on grey on some more grey. The only exciting place within these walls was the dining hall. It was still grey but something was always happening in there and there was never a day excited voices didn't spring from within.

Mina arrived at the office in a matter of minutes as she knew the place like her home land. Her delicate hand knocked on the door firmly, showing she definitely wasn't weak. A voice on the other side beckoned her to enter, which she recognized as Bethany's voice. Upon entered her chocolate eyes caught sight of several people. Some of them were recognizable and some were not. She definitely recognized Bethany as that was basically her boss but everyone else was as much of a mystery to her as she was to them.

"You called?" She asked immediately.

"You're being placed on a team of three other people to take out a, most likely, modified Wendigo." Bethany spoke while avoiding saying Mina's name even if she had stated to call her Mina and not Minakshi.

"Who's on the team?" Mina's voice was a bit hopeful as if she wanted a certain someone on the team. Her eyes looked at Bethany's in anticipation.

"Hiriko Tamura, Grayson Williams, and Aaquil Cabrera." Mina's face dropped just a tad bit when she hadn't heard the name she wanted to reach her ears so desperately. She soon recovered from it as she faced her teammate, Hiroki, who was introduced to her by Beth right after her team was stated. She looked the guy up and down before giving a warm smile despite the disappointment she felt.

"Good to be working with you."
 
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#3
Trigger | Location: Broken Beast Guild, Conference Chamber/Office | Interactions: Kook and Mina Kyatto Kyatto



Smoke tasted damn good when it distracted you so well. At least, Trigger thought so.

"Yeah, so uh... The usual. Call me back."

A single click of the button and her cellphone was pocketed, a tad rushed, the motion colored with well-hidden frustration. She pulled another long drag from her cigarette, eyes lidded and lazy as the chemicals formed a new layer of tar within her lungs. Hell, she'd gladly take that over the one caking her heart any day... Heh. She was sounding emo again, wasn't she? Now that was a damn party pooper. She finished off her death stick quickly, flicking the bud through an open window, trails of smoke still rolling from her nostrils. Today hadn't been any more or any less successful than last. Or the day before... or the day before that. Didn't matter, she'd try again tomorrow.

For now, Trigger needed that final beautiful touch to go along with the nicotine. She was numb, now it was time to swim. Well, it'd take a little over a bottle to reach that magic point, maybe two if she was feeling lucky. But, regardless, it was the top of the day and even she had enough class to hold off until later in the evening. She hated being responsible sometimes, but considering the people she worked with... it was a necessity.

Just as the guild member teased with the idea of stretching across her bed and having those wonderful post-midnight thoughts in the middle of the day, a knock resounded. Curt. Straight-forward. Nothing like the overly upbeat knock of Aaquil. Or the erratic pounding and cackles of Kook. Or the playful softness of Lucy. This was an estranged member and nine times out of ten, they brought business. Greeeeeeat...

"I'm comin'," Trigger drawled tiredly. She opened the door, revealing a man close to her age, perhaps a year or two older. He was of average looks worn down and rugged from his time at the guild, brunette and flat brown eyes. That same gaze locked with hers, though its dullness withered in comparison to her own. Pure death--that was how Aaquil described the look in her eyes once; it was out of pure honesty and pity, she knew that, but it still stung to hear it. "Yeah?"

"You're needed in the office. There's a--"

"Great. I'll be there in five." The man's protests weren't nearly loud enough to reach Trigger's ears as she shut the door and it wasn't until several moments after that her blatant disrespect clicked. Ah...shit. She visibly winced and opened the door again; of course, the man was gone, but it didn't stop her from uttering meekly into the hallway, "Uh...sorry about that. Sorry, whoever you...were...Yeah." And then she was back inside her room.

It was time to suit up.

Getting ready was a damn ritual, even if it was brief. Its importance was akin to the ones that needed to be performed for high level exorcisms. First came the jacket. Always the jacket. "Ole reliable," she muttered after putting it on, hands running down the silver ridges sewn into the sleeves, a hint of nostalgia steamrolling her thoughts. Adoration. Then came the pain, and she was thoroughly done with traveling down memory lane. Next came her little twin babies. Two beautiful handguns, the best damn model she could've asked for. The barrel was a perfect size, giving her optimal vision for long range aim, and the slide was designed with a lightning cut, thus reducing the weight of it overall and giving her speedy reloading in likely cases of hunting agile creatures. And of course, there was the ammo. Her beloved sky iron bullets. Hell, Trigger could've kissed these things (like a mother would kiss their child) if she wasn't so pressed for time... Was that considered weird? Probably. Definitely.

Trigger's thoughts were a calculated hailstorm as she traversed the halls. The best ways to save ammo and take out her targets swiftly. The fastest way. The most efficient way. Whatever it took to haul her ass back to bed as soon as possible. Upon entering the office (with a speedy knock and not even bothering to wait for permission to enter), her gaze instantly fell on everyone in the room. There was no reason for it aside from instinct. She tuned out the bits that didn't concern her, but caught the gist of their mission--well, her mission. They'd be handling some modified Wendigo, led by Wickerson. Mmkay. Fair enough. Now what didn't sit so well with Trigger was one of the team members; she held a begrudging fondness for Lucy and worked well with Adrian's efficiency. However, the last member...

"GAHAHAHAHAAHHEHEHEHEHEEHHEH!!"

Fuck... Fuck!

Trigger's eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Oh, this day just got exponentially better. The gunman didn't even flinch as Kook collided into her from behind, hanging off the woman like a massive koala. He was six feet and three inches of pure madness clinging to five feet and ten inches of "Kill me now". Well, if there was ever a flicker of lightness in the dark, Trigger could at least assume safely that Kook was fired up. Excited. And when one sent out an excited Kook to the field... there was a tank to use. So yes, the woman just bared with it, ignoring the endless string of creepy cackles right next to her ear. "...Nice to see you too, Kook."

"Gah!" he screamed, almost sounding like a cartoon character.

"Sorry. Kook the Overlord."

Kook went back to cackling in satisfaction.

For the sake of her sanity and blood pressure, Trigger ignored him in purchase of shooting Mina a sideways glance. She was a good egg; proper, generally nice, but had a tendency to jump headlong into danger on the field and give the gunman anxiety attacks. She trusted her safety with Virtue and Preacher though, so it shouldn't be a problem. Shouldn't. He prayed everything would go over... somewhat smoothly. As smooth as a mission could be. She nodded at Mina, calling out to catch the woman's attention. "Oi, Mina. Be safe out there, lass." Short. Simple. Straight to the point. Trigger didn't have anything else left to say and it seemed that her team was nearly rounded up and ready to go. All that was left were Lucy and Adrian...

In the meantime, Trigger's hands rested on the guns in her holsters, fingers inching to put some smoldering shells between a Wendigo's eyes.
 

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#4
Grayson Williams



"It's getting late, Gray. Perhaps we should halt our current activities and try to..." Grayson quickly scrambled to his friend's side, burying his face into his torso and wrapping his arms firmly around his waist. He growled lowly, a protest that was weak and feeble to his friend's much superior resistance. Adrian's fingers dug into Grayson's grasp, gently prying him off without further consideration of Grayson's desires. Adrian fumbled to his side, reaching for the remote on the other end of the bed. Grayson lunged, catching his wrist and nearly slamming his head into the surrounding wall. Adrian(by grace of his ridiculous otter Grayson had chosen to name Oscar), managed to catch him before he could administer any damage to his hollow head. "I know you like watching Skam but..."

"I need Isak and Even to get together already!" Grayson's pout mirrored that of an oversized balloon. Flopping miserably onto his back, he stretched his arms out, one weakly slouched over Adrian, the other dangling off the mattress. He scowled. "Sleep is for the weak, Adri. But fine. I'll put it on the back burner for now...but you have to get up to handle the lights..." He grumbled, waving his fingers towards the fairy lights that adorned the wall. Several dim beams of pink, blue, yellow, orange and red greeted the two young men, as per Adrain's request.


Adrian's brow furrowed as he nudged his elbow into his friend's ribcage. Grayson winced and scooted towards his edge of the bed, where he threatened to flail over the side. Adrian once again caught him by his arm, his eyes closed to hide any stray bemusement.

"I thought you liked Isak and Eva together." Adrian cooed lightly, although forced himself to sit up and nearly avoid the sharp inclined ceiling. Grayson wasn't sure how, but he ended up stuck with the corner dorm that had the most ridiculous excuse for a corner ceiling he had ever seen in his short life time. Even lying down, his static locks threatened to brush along the top. "It doesn't matter, I suppose. Sleep is rather for the weak, but I know you, Grayson. Fuller is going to barge in here in the morning and tell you you need to dress up as a priest to serve mass and save teenagers from a Ouija board. Damn things, allowed for a lot of poltergeists to..."

"Ugh, you are telling me!" Grayson was barely able to throw his arms up in exasperation, his arms forced to bend as his elbows brushed along the foundation. He puckered his lips in annoyance. "I always thought it was funny, the first time they asked me to do that. I had to remember my mother's teachings and books for that sort of thing. Poor dear thought I was actually getting back into..."

At that, Adrian threatened to cackle. He pressed his knuckles to his pursed lips to stop any rumbling. "Your mother and I both know you are the least holy man to walk the Earth, Preacher."

"I am so holy," Grayson protested, lowering his arms over his chest to cross them in his defiance. "God's perfect little angel ~"

"You are right. Angels tend to make people scream in fear when they see them." Adrian smirked, his lips thinning as he reached over to ruffle his friend's hair(which as Grayson might add took hours to perfect its chocolatey glory). In response, Grayson began to feebly push at his friend, hoping to get him to hop off the bed to turn on the lights. Adrian struggled to sleep in the dark, and as Grayson could attest, did much better knowing that someone he trusted was in the room. They didn't tend to share the bed, Grayson usually took position next to Cebbie on the small beanie chair, Adrian notorious for sprawling over the bed and encasing it with that ridiculous 6'2 height of his. God. As if he could redirect female's attention any more than that(then again Lucy seemed to be content to give them equal amounts of googly eyes, which he supposed was fine).

"Hush. Go handle the lights. Cebbie and I can..."

"Grayson, you do realize there is nothing wrong with sharing a bed." Adrian's eyebrow skyrocketed, seeming to forget that common culture referred to two men in a bed as a romantic endeavor. However, Adrian, didn't seem to handle this hint and was content sleeping with a fair gap between them. Grayson assumed this was so they could "watch each other's backs".

"I know, I know, Cebbie has just been really..."

Knock.

"I lied. Sleep was unnecessary." Adrian corrected himself, rolling off the bed with a gentle grace that accompanied a horrific mop of bedhead. Adjusting the hems of his messy shirt, Adrian brushed back his curls and made his way to the door. A long, bumbling corgi threatened to hop towards Adrian's shoes and begin nibbling at the laces. However, Adrian stared cooly down at the creature, watching it retreat back to its owners bed. Due to its short, stubby, and inefficient legs, it was barely able to hop up. Grayson rolled towards the edge of the bed, accepting the creature in his arms and glancing in confusion over to the door.

"Grayson, sweetie?" A gentle voice greeted from outside, which both men recognized immediately. Adrian spent no time hesitating in allowing their fellow guild member into the room, a young Selene Montgomery. Her shaggy blonde hair was messily tied into a bun, a gracious pink bow accompanying it. She was in her pajamas already, unlike the two men, Snoopy happily snoozing along her stomach. She didn't seem to be surprised that Adrian had chosen to bunk with Grayson tonight. She knew very well of his concerns at night. A gentle smile bobbed along her radiant, rose red painted lips. "Bethany dear wants you and Adri to go meet. We've got two big hitters."

"Two, eh? We gonna be working together?" Grayson beamed at the thought, nearly bouncing himself and the dog. Selene bit her lip, each movement delicate and soft. She shook her head.

"Come along now, sweethearts."

----

Grayson and Adrian took no time to clean up after themselves. Meaning simply they walked in in simple wear, Grayson's spell book in hand. Adrian was using his cane to navigate his way into the main office, his dark eyes skimming along all who were already there. Bri, Kook(who as much as Grayson loved seemed to give him the creeps) and Mina. Selene had told them on the way that Lucia and Aaquil were to be expected, which set the young man at ease. Both of them were exceptional hunters. Despite Lucy's size and cutesy behavior, Grayson had seen her take down a skinwalker before.

Little lady knows how to be brutal.

"Grayson, sir." Hiroki Tamura greeted warmly, taking Grayson's hand in his. His eyes skimmed the others, and once he was done with Grayson did the same action with Mina. Releasing her hand, he took a step and bowed his head. "Pleasure to be working with you. I assume miss Fuller has already..."

"Yes sir!" Grayson beamed, his eyes darting to the woman at the desk. She offered him a gracious smile, dark circles under her eyes from clear sleep deprivation. Having a six month old would do that to a person. "Demon, eh? Piece of cake!"

"Don't be so cocky." A gentle voice greeted Grayson, a woman decorated in red attire smiling at him. There was no humor or mirth present in her demeanor, although her eyes were soft and almost attentive. It took Grayson a second or two to recognize her as Delilah, who he had heard a variety of horror stories. Not particularly from hunters...She seemed to be a rough and tumble sort of woman, which he respected well enough. She turned her direction towards Adrian, Kook and Bri. She bobbed her head respectfully. "You are with me." Softly, Grayson could have sworn he heard "Fuckers."

For whatever reason, this mirage set a laugh at his tongue, which was barely contained. He could hear Adrian's gentle sigh from across the room.
 

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#5
Lucia Rivera



"Ricardo ~ mi hermano favorito ~" Lucia took no time to hesitate as she took a running start, hopping onto her brother's back. Wrapping her legs firmly around his waist and her arms around his collar, she held herself firm in order to prevent a catastrophe of epic proportions. Ricardo was not phased by his much smaller sibling colliding into him, and was not shaken one bit. Rather, his hand came to meet hers. His body rumbled with uncontainable laughter.

"Deberias estar durmiendo amor." Ricardo scolded, light and without a trace of irritation. Blindly, he turned his head to kiss her cheek, his shades gently bumping against her nose. She giggled, happily burying her face into his mess of dreadlocks. She pouted.

"I am not the sleepy, hermano." She protested, her grip threatening to waver as he rolled back his shoulders and stretched his back in a desperate attempt to slip her off of him. She held on despite this, pressing her chin to his shoulder. "I cannot sleep. Dreams. Bumps in the night. My shadow, speak. Talk talk talk." She giggled innocently, finally dropping her legs from him and allowing him to lower her down very carefully. Once she was back on her feet, she slowly twirled her brother to face her. Taking his hands in hers, she lowered him so she could place her hand upon his cheek, adjusting his glasses. "You should not tell me what you need to do, either. No one needs you now, sleep." Her thumb pressed deeply into his cheek, the sigh resounding from him somewhat unnerving.

"I was about to leave, Lucy. You, yourself, appear to be as excited as ever. Who thought it was a good idea to give you coffee?" He chuckled, straightening out his back. He stared down at his sister, although the gaze was empty. Nevertheless, Lucia was fully aware that whatever affection Ricardo held, it was beaming through his entire being.

"Blame the men." She giggled, brushing stray locks of madness from her face.

"What is there to blame us for?" An added voice pipped in from the doorway, causing Lucia to whip around and face a young hunter, one around her age. His light, sandy blonde hair obscured most of his eyes and his scraggily form resided along the doorframe. Lucia recognized this young man as Rook. "You've been called for, Lucy." A smile graced the corners of his mouth, brushing back his slick hair to reveal beady, blue eyes. Ricardo's hand placed itself upon his little sister's shoulder.

"Allow me, sir."

---

Lucia had no conclusion for why Ricardo decided to lead her to Bethany's office, rather than Rook. Rook had more visual capacity than her brother, yet nevertheless the man insisted with an almost inhuman growl. Lucia merely beamed as she was dropped off, happy to see all of her favorite people there(minus one or two). She pipped up quickly.

"Hello, fine friends!"

"Yo, Lucy!" Grayson immediately brightened, waving to her with uncontainable excitement(despite the fact they had seen each other a few hours ago). Adrian merely remained quiet, acknowledging her with a nod.

"Glad you could come." Bethany greeted, gesturing her to sit and to acquaint herself with her team. Bri, Kook and Adrian. Oh, this was gonna be awesome! These people were so cool! She had to admit, she was a little intimidated by their experience(and height) but there was an undeniable excitement as she bounced visibly in her chair. She beamed like a newborn star, her head tilting from side to side as she hummed.

Wendigo is gonna be a piece of cake! I've never worked with Delilah either and she looks so nice!! Eeek! Oh, oh I know Adrian is gonna be a little jumpy around me so Ill be nice and cautious. Bri's got that killer aim and Kook...he's a dear. IM SO EXCITED!!

Translations -

Hermano - Brother

Deberias estar durmiendo amor. - You should get some sleep, love
 
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#6
Minakshi Panja (Mina)

Mina got a bit serious in response to what Trigger said but nodded nonetheless in response. She was only trying to protect people that she loved as her own family. She's be the first to give up her life for them. That was just how Mina was as her past wasn't the best one. Not many people knew of it as she preferred not to worry them but rather, worry about them.

"I can't guarantee anything, Trigger... Sorry!" Her plush lips formed a smile that was sweeter than sugar. After that conversation her chocolate brown eyes landed on the stranger that her mind came to know as Hiroki. He was really tall according to Mina's 5'4 self. His skin wasn't white but wasn't as dark as hers was. He definitely wasn't from America and their eyes matched in color and softness. Hiroki's eyes held kindness and despite his height he wasn't all that intimidating. He wore a white button up, red tie, and black pants, while his hair was well kept and black. After looking him over she came to find out he was Japanese and was almost tempted to request Hiro teach her, she was the linguist of the guild after all or one of them. Hindi and Assamese were her native tongue's while English was taught to her by her mother.

One out of three of her teammates was in the office. Now she had to wait for Grayson and Aaquil. As this thought passed through her beautiful head Grayson came bounding through the door with Adrian in tow. Mina's eyes took a second to look over Adrian's well toned body. He had brown hair that looked soft to the touch and chocolate eyes like most of the people in the guild. Before he could notice she averted her eyes and took Graydon's handshake with a smile. Despite what people may think her hands were not soft. There were so many scars only on her left hand. They were patterns too. This was a result of her Ritual magic. When the ink ran out carving the rune in her hand with a blade did just the same but it didn't always work. It hurt but she saved people if she could get it to work.

"Nice to be working with you, Graydon... Hiroki.." Mina nodded at the two of them while letting go of Graydon's hand. Most of the people seemed to be here and Lucia, a hyperactive girl with just as hyperactive curls that Mina loved for her energy. "When everyone's here I can transport us there!" Now all they had to do was wait for everyone else to show up which was Aaquil.
 

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#7
Virtue | Location: Broken Beast Guild Office | Interactions: Emily (NPC), Trigger, and Lucia KatSea KatSea



Virtue didn't have anyone to currently cuddle. Or talk to. Or hang out with in general. It was always around this time of day in which his fellow guild members were busy with their own devices. Some binged their favorite TV shows like Adrian and Gray, while others indulged in more academic pass times, like Mina. As for Virtue? Well... he took naps, generally with all of the lights off. Lights. They were necessary to life all around, symbolic in centuries worth of literature and society as something... good. And yet, as he laid in bed, eyes taking in the comforting emptiness of darkness, he couldn't help but disagree. Politely, mind you.

Either way, Virtue was hauled from the realm of dreams by a knock at his door. He stumbled through the dark, hair a flowing mess of curls and pajamas ruffled, though he didn't dub himself as a crazy sleeper. Odd... Shaking the thought off, he finally answered the door, squinting a tad as light seeped into his room. He smiled softly as the woman standing before him, a guild member he never had the honor of getting to know well. She was average height, though he towered over her, and sported a short dark bob with piercing blue eyes. "Good day. Are you in need of my assistance, dear?" he asked.

The woman faltered at first, caught off guard by the greeting before clearing her throat and attempting to sound as professional as possible. "You're needed in the office immediately, Virtue. There's two missions awaiting you and the others." Her voice was a bit on the mousy side, but soft with a good-natured indifference. She seems lovely, he thought.

Which he decided to voice. "Ah, yes. I think you for delivering the news, dear. You're a lovely young woman, yes?"

The woman blinked. Once. Twice. "I... thank you?"

"You're the most welcome. Now then," without waiting for permission, he pulled her into a warm hug, patting her back for extra measure before pulling away. "Go grace another with your cherished presence, yes? I'll make haste to the office."

"Uhhh... s-sure. Yeah. Right." If she wasn't confused before, she was downright baffled now. However, she couldn't fight the ever so slight smile that pulled at her lips, strangely feeling at ease around the man. However, she was thrown off again when Virtue moved to close the door... only to stop in his tracks and look at her again, head tilted like a puppy.

"What is your name, dear? I'll be sure to commit it to my memory, yes?"

"Oh, uh," she fidgeted, "Emily. Just... Emily."

"Emily..." Virtue's smile softened. "A lovely name for a lovely soul. Be sure to no longer be a stranger with me, yes?"

Emily merely nodded, unsure of what to say let alone remember how English worked. Had she just randomly made a new friend? Or was this guy messing with her? Either way, she didn't have a chance to ask when Virtue finally closed the door, leaving alone in the hall once more with her thoughts.


  


"I am the here, my friends!" Virtue nearly tripped over his own feet as he stumbled into the office, but managed to catch himself before his face had a smashing reunion with the floorboards. He flashed honey-coated smiles for whoever was willing to accept one, taking note of dear Kook clinging to dear Trigger and dear Lucy bouncing happily in her seat. He plopped down next to her, beaming brighter than the sun itself. Juxtaposed, the pair were like a supernova of optimism. "Good day to you, dear Lucy," he whispered (not quietly at all) to her, as if they were sharing a secret, "Are you the ready to perform exceptionally today as well? I mean the extra excited for this... uh..."

Oh, wait. What was their mission again?

"You've got a possession to exercise," Trigger muttered, catching onto Virtue's silence, "College student. You're with Grayson and Mina."

"Oh." Virtue blinked. Then brightened once more. "Wonderful; I'm working with my favorite people~. Ah. Well. This is the conundrum, considering I love all of you very much. Hmm... I shall revisit that comment at a later date, yes?" He stood once more, approaching his teammates. "We're all ready to go now, yes?"
 
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Adrian Lewis



Adrian's grip on his cane fumbled as Grayson guided him into the briefing room, his entire body shaking for a moment as he adjusted to the lighting. His eyes scorched at the sudden increase in light, his cane wobbling beneath him. Selene would be furious if anything happened to that gift she had given to him. A beautifully carved cane, with a colorful rune placed over the cover. It stretched from the tip of the cane, up to the metallic's wolf head that provided Adrian's fingers a place to grasp, squeezing so tightly his rugged knuckles flashed a bitter white. He glanced down at it with admiration for the young woman, whose eagerness was both welcomed and concerning. She always felt obligated to serve Adrian one way or another, whether it was to gift him with beautiful pictures of him and the guild, mirror images of photos that had been taken. She could sketch with a pencil better than anyone Adrian had the pleasure of knowing. At least, someone who showed their work. For all he knew, Grayson could have been the next picasso, with pictures of Cebbie riding off into the sunset on a majestic eagle.

He wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.

Regardless, the woman's service was well appreciated, even if she insisted in panic. Adrian was firmly aware why she offered...He just dismissed it and pretended that it was merely for his own protection and well being. The young woman always meant well, but hell. She was skittish.

For a brief moment, his body stiffened at the very familiar feeling of being watched. Being trapped in a home with Luxfures slithering outside his window taught the young man when to feel the scalding stare of an individual. However, as he turned his head, he noticed nothing. He grumbled gently to Grayson. "Stop staring at my ass."

"What?" Grayson proclaimed, loud and booming throughout the entire room. Grayson blinked, gesturing his head over to Aaquil and Lucia. "I wasn't checking out your fabulous -" Adrian's hand shot to his friend's mouth before he could finish his sentence, his eyes cold and hardened. Grayson took Adrian's hand and lowered it back to his side. "If anything I was rooting for my boy Aaquil for admitting I'm his favorite person."

"Who doesn't consider you their favorite person?" Adrian hissed, sarcastic and with a roll of his eyes. His gaze darted over to Lucy, who seemed more than ecstatic to go on a mission. She beamed brightly(enough to damage Adrian's eyes even more than they already were.)

"I am so ready for all of us to be wonderful!" Lucy proclaimed, her hands balling into fists as she shook them near her chest, a full ledge grin consuming her features. She hopped to her feet, only to stumble like a drunken buffoon into her chair. Her arms windmilled behind her like a cartoon animal, her fall softened by Grayson's quick action of lunging towards her...

Only for them to both tumble to the ground. Lucia was firmly pinned between the floor and Grayson's heaving body. Grayson, sprawled over Lucia's nearly crushed form, quickly propped himself to sit, placing his hand over his chest. "Im so sorry Lucy!" For a moment, they locked eyes, their pants visible to each and every one in that room.

Their laughter was enough to make Adrian's lips threaten to curl upwards.

"Excuse me." A gentle voice greeted, Adrian's eyes flickering up to meet Delilah Wickerson. Her arms were crossed, no amusement to her demeanor. Yet, Adrian knew that he could see a hint of a smirk at the corners of her mouth. "Before one of you end up getting killed by mere stupidity, moments before an actual hunt, I suggest we get a move on. Adrian, Lucia, Kook, Brigid let's go." The woman picked anxiously at her choker, turning towards Hiroki and offering him a gentle wink.

"Anata o aishite, baka." Hiroki's cheeks grew as red as the woman's ribbon, his eyes darting towards the floor.

"Kimi mo" Chuckling, the woman turned on her heel, bobbing her head towards the door.

"I am driving, all of you are horrible."

Adrian didn't protest with this hypothesis. He figured this woman had more than enough evidence to confirm. He winked back at Grayson.

"Don't die while I'm gone, dumbass."
 

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#9
Mina

"We all know I'm Virtue's favorite, Grayson..." She spoke suddenly while crossing her arms in a playful manner. Although she was very kind toward her family she definitely wasn't one to back out of arguments... Even if they were petty.
Her mind seemed to lose itself for a few minutes until she heard Adrian accuse Grayson of staring at his ass which she raised an eyebrow at.

It seemed that whenever people got together in large groups within the guild crazy things happened. Things like Grayson saving the hyperactive Lucia from falling tended to happen when so many people from so many different backgrounds with some many different personalities got together. It was heartwarming though to know that people were capable of getting along to this extent. Adrian's lips curled up into a smile that could take down monsters on it's own. Her brown eyes couldn't help but stare as her mind reminded her not to for too long as she may get caught.

A small chuckle came from Mina as she watched her fellow guild members leave the room in memory of their previous actions. In her head she wished them good luck while closing her eyes tightly then reopening them. After Adrian's team left her team looked at each other as if in attempt to start a conversation. Mina's team seemed pretty crazy to her and immediately she thought she'd have to keep them in check. Grayson was excited and flamboyant about everything. Virtue was just as loud and clumsy. Hiroki seemed quiet but serious about his job. She only really knew two of her teammates as well which was Virtue and Grayson.

"I'm driving." Mina suddenly said into the dead silent air. How the others would react to this was unknown as she sort of had a track record when it came to driving... A convenient but also horrifyingly dangerous one.
 

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#10
Grayson Williams



"Hate to see him leave but love to watch him go ~" He chuckled to himself as he waved goodbye to Adrian, scooping Lucy in one final embrace(nearly lifting the small woman off the floor). Releasing her he waved goodbye, merrily and without a single care towards how others might have perceived him. He loved those dorks, might as well express it. No reason to feel an emotion and not allow it to blossom forth, right? Why feel something and not being able to say anything about it? Why feel anything at all if that is how you react?( Adrian would argue against this).

"Shut up!" Adrian called after, his hand hovering dangerously over the cover to his cane. Regardless, he shut the door behind them, leaving Grayson somewhat unnerved. Adrian and him tended to do several hunts together, despite their variation in speciality. Grayson was there if Adrian needed an extra creature to assist in the hunt. Adrian was there to protect Grayson from any spirits or demons that could threaten to attack him during the banishment. It just worked out for the best. Watching him go made him squirm slightly in his space. It was fine. He could work well with others. Hiroki and his water minions in action...it was wicked to watch. Aaquil he knew was a beautiful healer. Mina herself was also a ritual user. A rune writer. Runes were beyond tricky to master, something Grayson learned when Adrian insisted he learned a type of magic. The only rune writer he knew before Mina was Selene. Selene was a beautiful rune writer as well, and in fact he had seen note books filled with a variety of them, a language full. Selene was sensitive about Grayson seeing her book, though, and hadn't had the pleasure of seeing her beautiful hand writing again. It was no matter, just watching her at work was something else. Regardless, anyone who knew how to properly set a rune earned a place of respect in his magic spellbook.

"No need to drive to Limestone. Besides...It is going to be a crummy night for it." Hiroki commented, clearing his throat. Snow, most likely. Grayson knew from his childhood that regardless of where you were in the state, you were likely to get snowed in this time of year. It was a miracle that Delilah could even consider...

Dear God watch over them for me, please.

"Mina darling, do not feel the need to use any of your energy to make a transport chain. You are going to need it. Selene, darling?" Bethany called for the young, skittish blonde woman, behind the doorway. Her Snoopy PJ's threatening to slouch over her shoulders she pressed her knuckles to her lips in an exasperated yawn.

"Sure thing, sweetie!" Selene scuttled to the front of the room, fumbling for chalk in her pant's pockets, only to release five seconds later that the material was none existent. A blush creeped up to her pale cheeks, and with a chuckle, Grayson fumbled through his own and tossed her one. She missed miserably, nearly stumbling over herself. Brighter than the midday sun, Selene dropped to her knees and scuttled until her fingers grasped the precious stick of chalk. "Meant to do that." She stammered, beginning to draw a lard circle in the middle of the room. She drew two horizontal lines down the middle, directing several marks between. She divided the rest of the circle into three parts, a single pattern decorating each. Once again, Grayson noticed the caution and care that was put into the spell. What appeared to be a snake rested on one side, a cross on the other, yet decorated on each side with a variety of circles. The last mark was simply a large X, and on top of this figure she placed a small curve, gentle and consistent.

"Volo transferre. Itineribus ad salutem. Et incolumem custodiat. Tollite hostias." Selene hands brought before her, allowed a brief blossom of energy extend from her fingertips. Reaching towards her ear, she plucked an earring, hovering it over the circle. In one brief flash, the entire structure of the circle began to glow a grotesque, ghastly green, consuming the metal from her hand in a single, near blinding flair. Gasping, Selene fluttered back onto her back, propping herself on her hands as a portal was clearly consuming the edges of the floor. Beneath, Grayson could see clearly the dull walls of the Limestone guild. Selene panted, clearly tired from this exertion.

"Good to go guys! Good luck!" Pumping one fist in the air, Selene rolled onto her stomach, placing her head on the floor in content. She groaned and quickly curled up, seeming to forget the purpose of a bed in one foul swoop. Bethany chuckled from her side of the desk.

"Oh, don't worry. Just head on in and we will handle miss Montgomery."

"Geronimo, then?" Grayson questioned with a grin, humming gently as he slipped his jacket from his torso and placed it underneath the sleepy and rare species of Selene. He found his feet clearly guiding him to the open portal, green sparks flickering from the gaping hole. It was swirling, alive and strong with energy. The hell was her earring made from to make this so strong? Guess I'll have to give you a new pair, dear.

Swallowing, Grayson raised one foot and took a dive into a familiar(yet gut churning) adventure. Grayson landed gracefully, however, mind swarming as foreign eyes landed upon him.

"You Preacher?" A gentle voice called, and despite the fogginess, Grayson managed a nod. "I could have sworn you'd be bigger."


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Translations(roughly) - I require transportation on the road of salvation. Provide safety. Accept my offer.
 

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Panja, Mina
Mina watched as Selene did the transport chain spell. She felt a certain familiarity when Selene's voice spoke those words. Her body relaxed and a sigh came from her mouth but she was brought back when Selene's body rolled on the ground in exhaustion. The girl's blonde hear tangled a bit as her white lace shirt ruffled. Mina felt bad for her as she seemed so tired at the moment but still offered to help.

"Get some sleep, Selene..." Mina's sweet voice said as she jumped through the portal that she was so familiar with. Her body felt a rush of magic before stepping out into a different guild. It had the same grey walls but they were decorated with furs, pelts, trophies, and weapons. It was a sign of how much this guilt had accomplished. There was also different people, obviously. Some big, some small, and some looked like they hated just about everyone. It was a very interesting guild nonetheless.

"You mus' be Mina... Minak-" The stranger took an attempt at Mina's name but she interrupted them.

"Just call me Mina, please!" Her lips formed a smile as she shook the strangers hand. Pretty soon Aaquil and Hiroki followed through the portal causing it to disappear behind them... Now to go through routine checkups and disguises.


Steele, Juniper
Juniper had been gone for a couple of weeks on a solo mission. It was a pretty simple doppelgänger hunt, which was what he was best at. Currently he was walking down a gravel path that was flanked by trees on both sides. His boots crunched the rocks were the only sound apparent right now.There weren't really any birds or animals out right now and if there were his intimidating appearance would surely scare them off. Despite this his green eyes still scanned the area for any threats as his ears listened for anything else. All of a sudden a pretty standard black car came driving in the opposite direction he was walking. It passed Juni causing his long brown hair, that was held in a high ponytail, to sway slightly. Unfortunately the car was going too fast for him to see who it was but he knew by the car they were from the guild.

Several minuted passed before he came upon a clearing that held a rather large cabin in the center. Cars were parked out front and several potted plants decorated the porch. It was a pretty standard cabin, just larger than average. There were pillars of oak to hold up the balcony and windows everywhere on it. Definitely had a homely feel to it. A small smile graced his lips as he was finally home but it soon disappeared. He knew this place well, he had lived here since he was a kid, so he just walked up to the porch and didn't even bother knocking on the door.
 
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#12
Grayson Williams



Grayson didn't have a chance to be introduced to the man who insulted his size, a short, thin mister whose scowl appeared to have accompanied him since the day he came squealing into the world(or guild, Grayson knew many whose cheery demeanor dimmed after having to handled monsters). Nevertheless, with a snap of his fingers, a pair of younger hunters, at least juniors in college from what Grayson could identify, led them from the main briefing room. The journey wasn't well into its way when they reached their destination, a small, shoulder constricting closet in which Grayson was forced into first.

"Know transfiguration, boy?" The male of the pair, voice husky with what Grayson could have only assumed was nicotine abuse. Grayson bobbed his head merrily.

"Yes sir!" He claimed, scrambling through his pockets and plucking out one of Selene's favorite colored pens. It was a gentle, navy blue, and barely peeked out through the cloth of his shirt. "I assume casual clothes, yes?"

"Try to convince them you know the student. How would a typica-" Before the hunter could finish, Grayson popped the end of the pen and drug the ink along the side of his shoulder, a delicate and intricate process. However, once it was done, his jacket shifted into that of a patriot's jersey, easily one of New England's favorite casual wear. A grin grew over his face. "Smartass." The boy commented, rolling his eyes and deciding to turn his attention from Grayson to the others in the group. Before asking, he directed them to stand where he stood, inscribing a similar rune into each of their shirt's. Soon enough, all four of the team were adorned in casual clothing, most of them enough to hang off of their arms. Grayson had never felt so cozy in the shirt of the enemy.

Once again, names weren't taken majorly into consideration. Grayson only knew why they had called due to his observation towards the pair, who both seemed to mumble about the good hunters taking an expedition up in Vancouver. Grayson didn't receive much information beyond that, other than Limestone was less than appreciative to reach Jackman folk. Thus, Grayson graciously accepted his social cue, simply smiling and bobbing his head like the fool he wished for them to perceive.

Why so on edge, Limestone? Is it because you don't have as many pretty people here ~

He wanted to laugh at himself for such a silly thought. And indeed, it was meant to be silly. Somehow he figured this guild wouldn't take kindly to unwelcome jokes.

"Alright, victim's name is Isaiah Lafayette. From what has been reported, beyond irritability, depression, violent tendencies and...let's say deviancy, Lafayette showed some interest in the occult. Ouija boards, medium calls...hell...even tried to steal crucifixes from the local church...Bizarre behavior. We assumed he had welcomed the demon into him about two weeks ago, when his symptoms were first reported to a local hospital. His address is here, and you will be guided." The female of the pair claimed, her pale, lifeless hair pulled from her face by a dull, colorless band. Her eyes remained hooded in boredom. "Any questions?"

"Got any holy water?" Grayson inquired, the two guild members sighing at such a ridiculous question.

"We got the idiot demon hunter, I see. yes, we do."

Grayson grinned. "I was just going to mention, there is too much salt here for the water to remain pure."

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The rest of the trip was made in well deserved silence. The hunters for this case were (un)happily driven to the house in question, buried in several layers of snow. Lafayette's home had been decently secluded, easily away from many of the stressors of the northern town. It was beautifully structured, two stories of brick foundation. No blinds decorated the windows, the front door was widely ajar, despite the cold night ahead for the family. "Isaiah lives with his father. We can assume his father is home and monitoring the young man, for he's brought quite the...health concern to the table. Your job is simple, convince the father you know him from college, and are there to check on him. If you cannot accomplish this, we will have you wait until the opportunity arrives to sneak into the home. We are going to park a block away, and wait for you here. Is that understood?" The female asked, receiving a simple nod from Grayson.

"Ready to go, sister!"
 
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#13


Ronin didn’t want to admit how much exasperation he allowed to consume him when Bethany informed him that he was going to go on a hunt. Not for a killer succubus, not for a malicious demon, not even a creepy crawly. No. He had to go on a find and rescue mission for a hell-bound creature by the name of Galluem. Ronin had never even met the creature, but he was well informed that the beast was something of a legend around the guild. If a ritual user was lucky, Galluem would bestow them with affection and grace, and was able to drag most creatures back into the very depths of hell. It had an impressive track record…

For a demonic, overly friendly, capybara.

Yet, Ronin continued to trudge through the thick Maine snow and contain his heaving. It was too fucking cold for his liking, and the sting of the freshly fallen flakes had invaded the back of his neck. It just had to be the backwoods. Hell, it wasn’t the worst area to be in. South of Jackman, lumberjacks and rednecks. Yet, there was something soothing about the wilderness, even close to midnight. Ronin, while irritated and cold and having his clothes soaked deeply into his skin, felt somewhat at peace.

Snow slithered from the branch above him and plopped straight onto his back.

“Fuck this….so...hard…” He growled in a flinch, rolling the thick blanket off of his back and letting his entire body submerge into shivers.

“Don’t be so craaaanky, Ronin!!” Ro had her arms stretched out as wide as she could, her chin tipped back to catch snowflakes on the tip of her tongue. She hadn’t stopped bounced, dancing, wiggling, humming since they’d left, bursting with excitement for what had to be the absolute best assignment she’d ever received. Not only were they going after what had to be the most adorable creature they could potentially be tasked with rescuing, but it was snowing. Growing up in the bayou, Ro had seen harsh winters, but never one that came with the glittering, glistening majesty that was snow…

“This is so beautiful! How can you be cranky in all this prett--OOF!” As she spun in a circle, Ro’s feet tangled in the snow and she toppled, landing with a ‘whump’. With a laugh, she pushed her wool cap back up over her eyes, and shaking her own head, Mercedes reached out to help her to her feet.

“Let’s try to stay focused, Europa. We need to keep eyes open, yes?”

“I can’t help it, Ro.” He grumbled, brushing back his immaculate hair to its original state, puffing out irritably as his eyes scanned ahead of their designated trail. One again the new fallen snow had made it beyond difficult to trace any footprints that the creature or its possible attacker had left behind. A gentle scoff escaped him, although there was intention behind the notion. “Winter sucks up here, nothing but freezing cold and ridiculous lack of feeling in all of my toes.” Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he closed his eyes and hummed. “Mercedes is right, stay on your feet for once, Europa. Let’s see if we can get back on the path…”

“Winter is pretty as a plum tree. Not to mention we got hot chocolate back home to get you all warmed up!” Ro continued, with a small pout that didn’t last once she’d managed to right herself, and a snowflake landed gingerly on the tip of her nose.

Mercedes shook her head, her eyes returning to the path. A small frown formed on her lips as she held up her hand, “...There’s tracks.” Squinting, the frown deepened and a soft swear in French escaped her, “...Not our hellbeast…”

“You are too much of a sugar plum to be out here.” Ronin mumbled bitterly, eyes darting over to Mercedes as she managed to point out a possible clue to where their demonic pet had wandered off to. Cautious and weary, Ronin trudged beside her and eyed the tracks. “No. No. Definitely not. These don’t look normal, and unless our little friend was taken by a lone wolf, I doubt that this is from a regular animal.” Placing his hands on his hips, he whistled lowly. “Come on, then. Whatever this thing was couldn’t have gotten too far.” Placing his hand on the holster of his weapon, Ronin made his way first, glancing back at the two women to make sure they were well prepared.

Ro grinned at Ronin’s comment, and opened her mouth to say something, when Mercedes suddenly exclaimed, and the redhead fell quiet, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat. Neither of them sounded particularly pleased about the prints, and she for sure didn’t feel good about that… “Y’all wanna… follow the tracks.” Ro murmured, and her fingers brushed the charm on her wrist as she blinked.

“Come along, Europa. You’ll be alright, now…” Mercedes added with a small, reassuring smile, before she picked up her feet to follow along with Ronin.

“You wanna save that damned thing, don’t you?” Ronin rolled his eyes, which began to ache and grow sore. His brow knitted as he actively blinked and scowled the feeling away. “Besides, Bethany doesn’t want us to come back empty handed.” Ronin made sure the women were safe behind him, miserably humming as his grip grew tighter on the handle of his katana. His eyes flickered up eventually, despite the decreasing snow, to realized the tracks stopped beside what appeared to be a small…

Burrow. Beyond their trail, in a small inclined hill, rested what Ronin could identify as a chimeras burrow. He held his hand up as his breath caught in his throat. “Alright, stay quiet, we need to get inside…”

The will to avoid whatever had made those tracks was superseded almost immediately upon the sight of burrow… Chances were, whatever they were after was probably inside there, and they were the line of defense between it and whatever had taken it. Ducking inside, nearly on tiptoe, Ro entered the burrow.

Mercedes followed close behind, moving cautiously… Roughly three steps in, Ro paused, and Mercedes could nearly feel the intense uneasiness coming off the girl. Stepping past her, she put her foot down and suddenly found gravity working against her, as she slipped in something slick, landing hard with a small cry that echoed through the burrow.

Ronin made his way last into the burrow, threatening to unsheathe his weapon as Mercedes cry echoed throughout the homely cavern. “Mercedes?” He hissed, concerned threatening to ooze the thick viscosity of his annoyance. However, he found himself caught upon the same patch of the slick substance, landing on his back and having to use his teeth to pierce back any yelp that threatened to escape him.

Scuttering. A gentle thump. Once Ronins vision cleared of the blurriness, he could make out two figures. One was slumped upon the main nesting ground, gentle brown fur decorated in splatters of maroon. It’s form was heaving, breathing still, yet Ronin could swear he heard whimpers emit from the small creature. Blocking the remaining creature from view was something that Ronin identified immediately as a chimera. Wolf, rat and...Ronin couldn’t make out the third animal. Regardless, his throat clenched and he swiftly unsheathed his weapon, holding it out threateningly before the creature. It’s eyes were a gentle yellow, gleaming in what could only be was confusion. Its ears perked up, gentle, mouse like tail flickering from side to side. It had to have been at least six feet tall, and missing a fair amount of patches of fur. It held its hands together across its chest, its tail curling around its feet. Swiftly it scuttled next to the bleeding creature, wrapping itself around it and peeking up its head at the intruders. It’s ears flared back dangerously, as if it were protecting its cub.

“I'm fine. Just watch the--” As Ronin slipped in the same slick ooze, Mercedes swore under her breath, and Ro gave a small squeak, which she buried under her hands. Her eyes had focused in the darkness as well, and as the creature scurried, her hear cinched in her chest.

“Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus… She thinks it's her…” She whispered, taking a step.

“Don't move, Europa!” Mercedes hissed, but her expression had shifted, eyes moving towards the entrance of the burrow and the sound of approaching footsteps.

Ro heard it too, coupled with a chant and her hands dropped from her mouth as she turned. Her eyes flickered back to the two on the ground… Mercedes was slightly shielded by Ronin, but the latter… Without thinking (because when was she ever much good at that?) Ro bolted for the much larger man and dove to tackle him from the path of the chanting.

Ronin groaned as a sudden shift in weight tackled straight into his torso, leaving him confused and disorientated. “Ro?!” He exclaimed, less than pleased to see that his partner had thrown herself onto him. However as she swiftly managed to leap away from his slumped form, Ronin put a hand to his head before feeling something sharp and thin enter his back, blood beginning to pool immediately from contact. Ronin, despite the initial shock, realized what was happening instantaneously, quickly out stretching his hand towards his right wrist, tapping twice before a bright flash flickered into existence. The next moment, Ronin held a small, iron shield against his forearm. There was a small rune etched in the middle, one he recognized as a good luck charm. Without a second thought, Ronin jerked his shield behind him, and despite the blind hit, was able to make direct contact with the creatures face. A sickening crunch invaded his ears, yet with a nearly mischievous grin he held up his sword, pulling himself from the claws clutches. In a blink of an eye, he spun back towards to face his attacker, bringing his sword straight down upon her crossed arms, clearly working to defend herself now. She was a woman, at least twenty five years of age, with silvery, white hair and the soft lips of an angel. Her claws, however, painted a different pictured, as her fingernails stretched at least a foot in length, and were glinting with the red of Ronins blood.

“Are you stealing my beloved pets, darling?”

The chimeras head burst from its hiding spot within the capybara’s fur, gentle eyes hardening at the sight of its mistress returning after a brutal act. Anger burned in its weak and trembling chest, and without a humane thought, the chimera ascended to full height, its ears brushing along the caverns ceiling. Lips curling back into a monstrous growl, it lunged towards the familiar witch, using its entire strength to pin her against the cavern floor. Taking a bite at her shoulder, the chimera flinched at the taste of her blood and took two major steps back, eyes darting back towards its friend. It began to whimper as the capybara struggled to heave.

Whatever was unfurling around her, in all the chaos, Ro noticed only the poor creature, curled in on itself in the nest. Ronin and Mercedes were more than capable, and she had, as far as she was concerned, one use… Moving swiftly, with a leap over the chimera’s nest, she skidded to a halt beside the wounded hell bound, and arms outstretched over it, frowned softly, “...It’s okay, sweetie… Gonna get you all fixed up… Easy now.”

Softly, she began the incantation under her breath, “Lux aeterna...colligabit vulnera...percuro....”

The witch, despite having been knocked to the ground, placed her hands over her wrists and hummed a gentle song, a gentle blue glow emitting from the palms of her hands. The claw marks began to diminish, and rather than risking the possibility of her missing an attack, she curved her head back into the soft dirt, her lips curling back in a horrific, bone rattling wail. Her beast was immediately sent to its knees in fear, knowing the familiar sound of its abuser to horrify it into submission. It placed its nearly broken claws over its pointed ears, whimpering. Ronin himself hadn’t been prepared for the sudden scream, his entire body tensing in what he could only identify as involuntary fear. His nostrils flared in irritation and he desperately attempted to turn his wrist, to get a handle on his weapon, but to no avail.

The witch had risen swiftly, and midstream of Latin, Ro had paused, frozen. She knew it was a mistake. A twinge of agonizing pain blossomed in her skull and she cried out, doubling forward.

“Ears!” Mercedes cried when the horrible woman opened her mouth, but it was too late for Ronin and the chimera. Ro, thankfully, had the good sense to cover her ears, leaning over the capybara like a protective blanket. Mercedes, covered her own, and when the shriek had died down, bent to scratch into the dirt. Unfortunately, between the darkness enveloping them in the burrow and the chimera’s thrashing tail, the symbol was destroyed before she could finish it, instead, swearing softly, she pulled a necklace from beneath her shirt and pressed the rune in the center, eyes focused, unshifting on the witch…and unleashed in the woman’s mind an unrelenting stream of angry French.

The witch, despite her head being flooded with obscure and seemingly lewd French, kept her gentle smile and allowed for her nails to transfigure into claws once more, setting her eyes once more to the man who had managed to get an attack on her. She shook off the distraction, approaching him and smiling, taking her time as he watched his eyes widened. She placed her thumb underneath his chin, guiding her claws down his shirt, slitting the cloth and sinking into the soft (yet oddly muscular) flesh beneath, cooing at him playfully as she hummed yet again.

The color slowly returned to her cheeks, her wounds patching up as swiftly as they had been created. “Oh, I’m sorry love.” She clawed his cheek next, leaving three distinct marks against his skin. The blood seeped unpleasantly against his pale skin, his fists shaking as he desperately attempted to overcome the trance.

As the witch moved again, Ro looked down at the capybara, eyes stinging, hands hovering over the desperate creature. Softly, she murmured, leaning in close, her words spoken swiftly, but sincerely… focused, “Lux aeterna… Colligabit vulnera. Percuro. Sospito. Mihi det gratiam. Da mihi indulgentia….Ope sanus erit lux….

She repeated the words, repeated them until a soft, golden circle formed over the capybara, radiant and bright.

As the light flooded the burrow, Mercedes ducked down again to write the Light Rune once more, but between the trashing tail and watching the nightmarish woman assaulting Ronin, there was no chance… Swearing, she focused instead on pushing the most irritating strand of a French nursery chorus into the witch’s mind.

Ronin wasn’t sure which god to thank as his muscles relaxed, eyes flaring with unadulterated rage. Once her thumbs rested at his cheek, tilting his head back to sink her nails deep into his throat...Ronin quickly thrust his weapon into the creatures torso, the surprise of the blade entering her body causing the woman to go limp against the katana. Ronin's initial thought was to pull the weapon upwards, dragging it straight through her rib cage and causing a gushing wound to pour open. However, the witch’s claws dug into his wrist, and to avoid major injury, he was forced to pull the plunged blade from its target. He was surprised to see that the once, slick, shimmering blade was now tainted by dark blood, clearly not that of a normal human.

Seeing the human return to his sense, the wolffish chimera found its own courage and returned to its feet, a growl at its tongue. Once again, it readied itself to pounce at its abuser, running its tongue over its stained teeth. In a split second, the creature sprung at the witch, burying its teeth deep within the woman’s shoulder. Tearing at her skin, the chimera crawled back on all fours. It’s eyes aggressively shot back and forth between the now conscious capybara, who appeared dazed and somewhat uneasy. Relief rested in the chimera and it bobbed it’s head in appreciate towards Europa.

Blood everywhere… Ro watched in horror as the witch attacked Ronin again, carving him up with the wickedly sharp nails. Her arms had curled around the capybara, cradling him carefully in her lap, but it didn’t feel like enough. It wasn’t enough. Her hand dropped to her side, curved around a smooth stone, and clutching it in her palm, she did the only thing she could think to do…

She hurled it at the witch…

The moment the rock made contact with the witches temple, the woman stumbled to her knees, hands pressed flat against her stomach where Ronin had administered his strike. Her mouth fell open, black liquid rushing out and trickling in globs towards her chin. Her eyes grew to large disks of pure white, and before her forehead could meet the ground, the woman’s body, limbs, even clothes, began to dissipate in a cloud of grey smoke, until the cavern was clouded in the remaining pathogen. Ronins first instinct was to cover his mouth and nose, but he felt a gentle touch from a dry, scaly palm. He turned his head to see the chimera shake its head.

Its lips curled back and for a moment, Ronin could have sworn he had heard a gentle “Thank you.”

Mercedes stared, awestruck, as the rock made contact and the woman dropped. Blinking, she looked from the space the witch had previously occupied, shifting her gaze to the chimera. The only way… the absolute only way, she was sure, they were getting out of the burrow with the hell bound in tow was to convince the chimera it was in the best interest of both creatures…

The communication rune was still active, and looking to the creature, Mercedes allowed her mind to connect with its, “We can help it… We have healers. You, too… Please. Let us try…

The chimera turned its head towards the noise, realizing it was all around it and beginning to whimper as it turned, eyes finally locking with Mercedes as her voice echoed through its skull. Slowly it propped itself down to its knees, curling onto its stomach and peering its rugged, scarred face towards hers.

It is my friend. She hurt me bad, for long time. Poke me. Weird metal pieces. Needles. It heard me. Scared her. But she hurt him. It is mine. My friend. My friend. It repeated, over and over again as it drug it’s claws against its muzzle, satisfying a gentle itch that plagued it. You can help. Help my friend. Don’t make me leave. Only good. Only good.

Ro curled over the capybara, her eyes squeezing shut as she fought a rush of tears… relief, fear… uneasiness. She knew well enough from her own experiences that witches couldn’t be so easily killed - not without finding their familiar, as well. Heck if they could ever make it easy, could they?

Come with us…” Mercedes continued, softly, “Come with us, and we’ll help you, too. This? This is what we do… Please?

The creature watched the bloodied man stumble over to the ginger and his friend, sheathing his sword and taping his shield in the center, causing it to flicker from existence.

“Glad to see you are alright, Ro. I might need some patches.” He claimed, gesturing his thumb towards his torso. The chimera tilted its head confused, staring down at its own torso, decorated in scars and several of its grey patches of fur...gone. Nothing more than ugly pink and red splotches. It’s head hung and a whimper resembling that of a sob took over.

Please help. For love of man in sky. Help me.

Frowning softly, Ro looked up as Ronin stumbled over, “Sit…” She patted the space beside her, using her free hand to wipe her cheeks, before returning it to rest on the capybara. She knew she had nothing left in her, but she was still gonna try… she would always, always try…

Mercedes, meanwhile, had moved closer to the chimera, and her expression shifted to a soft, gentle smile, ”...We will. But you may need… to be discreet. Do you know what discreet means?

On second glance, Ronin noticed instantly the change in energy. Ronin did as he was told, however, placing his hand upon Galluem and massaging his fingers across the creatures head. In return, a gentle tongue graced each one of his fingers. He grimaced as his thumb was licked last, and yet, he didn’t pull away. “You are drained, sugar plum. Don’t even bother.”

The chimera slowly moved its muzzle towards the young woman, its lips curling into a near frown. It shook its head. “C-cautious? Miriam...Woman...witch...told me to be...discreet? Quiet? Is, is that human? Correct?

“Now, you hush…” Ro murmured, with a small, tired smile, “I’m fit as a fiddle, and twice as loud… Just try you don’t wiggle too much, darlin’, or it won’t work.” Her hand rose again, hovering over Ronin, and softly she muttered the incantation, but as nothing occurred, even on a second run through, she frowned and her arm fell to her side again, fingers curling in the bristly fur of the capybara. “...Sorry, Ronin…” Her eyes turned to his, apologetic and misty, “Worn slap out, I guess.”

Mercedes looked to the others, and as the creature edged closer, she gave a brief nod, with an encouraging smile, “Yes. That is exactly right. Cautious. Quiet. So long as you do this, we should have no trouble bringing you along, as well.

“I told you, dumbass.” He muttered, although there was a hint of affection in his tone. He reached out and hesitantly patted her shoulder, his lips curling into a charming smile. “Wasn’t worth the energy, anyway. Ricardo or someone will patch me up when I get back. I’ll be fine.” Slipping his winter coat from his shoulders, he quickly worked to wrapped it around the thickest gash, gritting his teeth in pain. “Ah, that’s a bitch. I’m just glad you two didn’t have a crazy ass lady bury her over done nails into your chest.”

The chimera nodded, glancing at its friend, who was happily rubbing itself against the two conversing hunters. The creature hung its head “Friend...means world to me. I don’t want to lose. I will give you, my life. For my...joy? Joy is...human, yes?

Grimacing as he wrapped his coat around the wounds, Ro shook her head, “...Shouldn’t need Ricky to do it. I should’ve…” Frowning again, she pulled her hat off her head and pulled it over his, tugging it down over his ears, “Not one word, darlin’... You’ll freeze out there, no coat on an all… Can you take him?” She gestured with a nod to the capybara, “Don’t think he can walk the whole way…”

Mercedes’s smile grew at the creatures words, and she nodded fervently, “Yes! Yes, joy is human. It is… And we’re happy to help. I have to disconnect, now… Um… It means I won’t be able to communicate with you… Will you follow us?

“Ro, I’m telling you, you magic users have it hard. I’m surprised your spell didn’t sizzle out more on you, those spells are fickle bastards.” He patted the holster of his weapon in absolute pride, although any snark that could have invaded his tone was smothered by the gentle administration of a hat over his ears. The cold nipping at them was quickly vanquished, a snicker accompanied a blush at his cheeks. “I look like a fucking idiot, but thanks. I guess.” His attention was properly diverted towards the capybara, and despite the pain, he sighed and bobbed his head. “I think I can do it. He’s not too heavy, I don’t think.” However, as Ronin's arms wrapped around the capybara he could feel the deep gashes in his chest flare up in pain and he was forced to slowly and carefully placed the creature back down. “F-fuck. Ow…”

Yes. Yes. It is okay. It is okay” Slowly the chimera stumbled back to its hind legs, stretching out its torso. It slowly ventured on two legs, wobbling and clearly not used to this method of more humane travel. He approached her, and with a gentle sniff at her cheek, he gave her a gentle lick. “I owe you life

Ro laughed softly, shaking her head at Ronin’s muttered and oddly gracious complaint, “ You look cuter than a bug’s ear…” When he reached out the take the creature and protested in pain, flinching, Ro shifted, pulling the capybara close to her chest, “It’s okay. Y-you just worry ‘bout gettin’ back in one piece, darlin’...” Curling her knees under her, holding tight to Galluem, she pushed upright to her feet, swaying slightly as the blood rushed to her aching head, “...Sadie? We ready to go?”

Blinking, Sadie looked to the chimera with an amused expression as her cheek was dampened by its tongue. Her hand uncurled from the rune around her neck, and tucking it back, she smiled, “You don’t owe us anything…” She noted, though not entirely sure it could hear or understand her. Her gaze shifted at Ro’s question, and she nodded, “Yes. We’re going. Ronin? Alright? I can try a healing rune… if it’s urgent?”

“Shut up sugar plum.” Ronin grumbled, heat traveling to his cheeks as she spoke. Relief did over take him the moment she plucked the demonic capybara from his sore and battered body. “A little late for getting back in a singular piece; my pride is somewhere lost on the ground” He rolled his eyes, a practice stretch that was perfected after years of grievance.

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, I’ve been meaning to talk to Ricky about getting him a weapon or something. I know he’s not into the hunt idea but…doesn’t hurt.” He secures the beanie over his head. “Let’s go. And try not to get into trouble.” His eyes lingered over to the chimera; who seemed wildly excited about heading out of its makeshift burrow. It lingered close to Mercedes, yet its gaze was upon Galluem in Ro’s arms.

“N-no…” It stammered, placing its paw against Mercedes head. Ronin tilted his head at the gesture but shrugged and dipped his head underneath the entrance to the burrow.

Arms full of capybara, Ro made her way out after Ronin, tired, but relieved that at least for the moment, it seemed to be over. In her mind, there was lingering doubt… but there was always doubt. Cautiously, her fingertips trailed over her lucky bracelet, and she pulled Galluem a little closer to her. Overhead, a crow called, and she nearly leapt out of her skin, eyes pulling skyward, but the streak of black was gone, flying northward, alone… thank God, alone…

“Hey, Ronin?” she called after him, moving a little quick in the snow to catch up to the man, “...Can I ask you something?”

Mercedes left the burrow, smiling at the chimera and giving a wave, as she smoothed her fingers through her curls with a shake of her head, “Come along… It’s safe, now.”

“Shoot.” Ronin bobbed his head towards Ro, confused at her minor outburst towards the crow. He had almost forgotten how big of a skittish woman she was. She believed in a lot of bizarre superstitions and tended to...well, he had heard of some weird incidents. Grayson could never have his bed a certain way, from what he remembered. “Everything okay?”

Behind Ronin, the creature slowly outstretched its head beyond the cavern it was forced to inhibit most of its life. Slowly, it allowed itself to bathe in the pale moonlight, standing once again on its hind legs as it inhaled fresh, pure air. A gentle sigh escaped it.

“Y-yeah… I mean… I guess? Maybe? I dunno… It’s just… I been thinkin’ a lot...about things, and I… I’s just wonderin’... Do you think maybe, after you get all healed up…” Rubbing the back of her neck, Ro lowered her gaze to the capybara, before remembering walking with her eyes down meant inevitable tripping, “...Would you maybe… teach me to fight?”

Mercedes followed the creature out, and breathing in the air, herself, she nodded, heading after the other two with a nod.

“Teach you to…” Ronin paused as his feet crunched into the hardened snow. His brow furrowed and he simply bobbed his head. “I don’t see why not. Although your David versus Goliath tactic works well too, but it’s not gonna work on everyone. So just...I don’t know. Nudge me I guess? Just be a pain in my ass and I’ll want to fight you.”

Blinking, Ro looked over at him, before laughing softly, “David and Goliath… That ain’t half bad…” Shifting Galluem in her arms, she leaned and gave him a gentle nudge with her shoulder, before winking, “‘Cept when’ve I ever been a pain in your anything?” Wrinkling her nose, she grinned, “Yoooou love me.”

“Mother taught me well, Ro.” He smirked thinly, gaze glued to the blank canvas beneath him. He wriggled his toes against the top of his shoes. “You’ve been quite a pain all the time. Yet if there wasn’t a pain there I would assume the illness has taken over fully.” His brow raised as he shrugged yet again, eyes barely catching sight of the chimera clawing its paws into the snow and attempting to form a ball. It buried its head briefly into the snow, before collapsing into its belly and rolling around, outstretching its gaunt, long legs. Happily it stretched out its thighs to the world, tongue lazily leaking out of its mouth. Ronin blinked “No I don’t.”

“Yeah, she done good, Ronin.” Ro added, nodding sagely, before following his gaze to the chimera, rolling around in the snow like an overexcited puppy. She beamed, shoulders shaking with a soft laugh, “...Oh, if that ain’t cuter’n a baby’s butt in frills...Lookit’... Sadie! We gotta name it!”

Ronin continued, and looking back at him, Ro pinched her tongue between her teeth, shaking her head, “...Yes you do. Everyone does, silly!”

“What sort of baby bottoms have you been looking at, Ro?” Ronin inquired, blinking slowly in concern for his friend. Nevertheless, he shook off her twang and merely focused on the road ahead. “We don’t need to name it. It probably doesn’t understand what a name is.”

At that, the creature fell flat against the bank of white, its cheeks puffed out in a monstrous pout. It had apparently understood what Ronin had said, making the cold that nibbled at his skin vanish with overwhelming heat.

“Don’t make me fucking say it, Ro.”

“Oof, hey! They’re all cute’n you know it… Sayin’ otherwise just makes you look grumpy, and you know you don’t need that help.” With a wink, she returned to watching the chimera, her smile brightening by the minute.

“He understands well enough..” Mercedes noted, fighting a smile of her own at Ronin’s protest.

“I’m gonna name you…” biting her lip, Ro suddenly grinned a mischievous grin, “Ronin Junior… Onacounta he loves me so gosh darn much!”

“It’s a part of the charm.” He growled lowly, still plucking at the gentle fuzz of his winter hat. He almost didn’t want to take it off when he got back to the guild, but there was no way in hell he was going to admit it. Ronin did stiffen, however, at the mention once again of a name.

“Ronin Junior?” He echoed, pale horror consuming his already bloody features. Swallowing, he shook his head “Can’t we reconsider?”

“G...Grrrrr...Ouch…” The monster behind them protested, almost childishly as it rolled back into its stomach, crawling forward feebly.

“Mmmnope!” Beaming, Ro looked between man and beast with a shake of her head, “It's perfect! Can't you see the resemblance? And I think… I'm gonna call you Roro for short...” With a wink, she turned away and started along the path again, “C'mon Roro! Let's get you home!”

“How dare you compare that adorable beast t-“ Ronins half hearted attempt at a protest was cut off by the chimeras palpable excitement. It hopped to all fours, stretching its back out before springing forward, lumbering and foolish as it tumbled lazily through the snow.

“H...h…” it struggled to say, a gigantic yawn rippling through its muzzle.

“Ha!” Spinning, so she was walking backwards, Ro pointed a finger at Ronin, “So you admit he's adorable?”

“Europa… Sweetie… You're gonna--”

With a squeak, Ro tripped.

“I…” Ronin expected as much, and in one swift glide towards the young woman, he managed to catch her and the creature by her waist. Irritation threatened to die down in the corner of his eyes, yet a sigh escaped him nonetheless “Freaking klutz.”

With a laugh, Ro held on to Galluem with one arm, using the other on Ronin's uninjured shoulder to pull herself upright, nose crinkling sheepishly, “Whoops… Good catch!”

Rolling her eyes, Mercedes smirked, “Yeah. Good catch, Ronin. Can we get back now, please?”

“You could have caught her too you know.” He grumbled bitterly, releasing the woman from his grasp before making his way back ahead of the two. The chimera has begun to stick closer to him, then ran back to Mercedes, then back to Ro and Galluem. Ronin recognized this simply as an animal trying to keep its pack firmly together.

“Hm… I know.” Mercedes answered, with a smile, before her attention shifted to watching the chimera. Mission success… now all they had to do was keep anyone else from finding out.

Eternal Light
bind up wounds
HEAL
RESCUE
give me grace
Give me a favor
be healed by the light
 
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