[center][h3][color=009900]Blaine Moore[/color][/h3]
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[color=009900][b]Location:[/b][/color] Washington Square
[color=009900][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color][/center]
[center][h3]AND[/h3][/center]
[center][h1][color=662d91]Genevieve Alleron[/color][/h1]
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[color=662d91][b]Location;[/b][/color] Washington Square
[color=662d91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color][/center]
[center][h3]COLLAB[/h3][/center]

	[color=662d91]"I feel that would go poorly, and involve a first aid kit."[/color] Genevieve returned, actually finding some relief that her awkwardness had not been received poorly. It almost reminded her of old times, better ones, but she shook the thought and focused on the here and now. Going down that path would only invite her to compare Blaine to them, and even as loosely acquainted as they were she still felt that would be unfair. She was giving friendship a chance here, and while she wasn't entirely keen on fostering its growth, she wasn't going to work against it either.

	[color=662d91]"But that's for another time and…"[/color] There was a short pause as she thought through fully what Blaine had said, knowing there would be entirely different implications if a man had suggested that to her. Implications that would likely have resulted in a harsh telling off, but that wasn't at play here, was it? Now that got her wondering, she couldn't recall anyone else in Blaine's life, much less a romantic interest, but she hadn't shared much of her own life in fairness. Her actions after the comment were telling, the slight bite of her lip and the ever so subtle blush. Wait. Was she? Was there that very implication, and could she have meant it?

	Neither seemed to get much of a chance to clear the air as a man came up on them quite suddenly and requested Blaine's attention. He was polite enough in his approach but she still felt irritated for some reason. There was no real explanation. She just felt irritation immediately upon this interruption, the displeasure making itself clear on her face as she watched the two move off to the side to discuss in private. For a brief moment she considered listening in, but something stopped her, perhaps a little bit of guilt in having that taint the friendship between herself and Blaine. It was enough to distract her and make her take a bit of time for introspection. What all did she really know about this woman? Genevieve knew of a little about her personality, enough that they were quite nearly two of a kind, and that they were both military women. That was… That was just about it, and a part of her felt a little ashamed that she hadn't made a better effort of actually being social.

	Just then a scream cut across the square, drawing her immediate attention and lighting up her combat awareness. There was trouble, and from the sounds of growing panic it was pretty bad. Her body went numb when the tell tale growls of werewolves could be heard, almost freezing her on the spot, but with the sheer number of victims outside the square she was able to suppress it for now. More than that, Blaine was there with her and… That was going to be an incredibly awkward conversation later. For now, she had already drawn her pistol, checking the chamber and finding a silver-tip round ready to fire. The safety clicked off and without even waiting for their conversation to finish, she moved to put herself between Blaine and the rabid weres.

	[color=662d91]"Stick low and close, if you've got a piece then it's time to use it."[/color] She spoke quickly and clearly, training kicking in full as she kept one arm back to keep the other woman safely behind her, and her right hand aiming the pistol at any potential threats. Genevieve didn't even register the attempts to compel her from the passing vampire, turning her head as she noticed movement and gesturing to her to keep moving.

	When Blaine returned to Genevieve's side she saw that the other woman had already drawn a sidearm out of seemingly nowhere. [color=009900][i]Okay, maybe not out of nowhere.[/i][/color] Blaine thought. She did work in security and she had been working just now before their serendipitous meeting. But before the Alpha had the proper time to process this whole situation Genevieve took a protective stance in front of her brandishing her weapon in the most professional of manners. Blaine didn't know her well enough to gauge if her new friend would react as protectively towards other people, still she couldn't help but feel warmed by the gesture. Even if largely unnecessary. She was a Were, if she was seriously injured by human standards, she would heal without problem or medical intervention. However, she could ill afford someone seeing that. Genevieve especially!

	She drew out her telescopic baton and snapped it to its full length with a flick of her wrist. [color=009900]"I'm afraid this is all I've got."[/color] She looked at Genevieve with concern etched on her face. [color=009900]"I'm not in the habit of conceal carrying and my service weapon is safely locked away at home."[/color] She sidestepped her companion so that she was no longer behind Genevieve but side by side with her. [color=009900]"Had I known that wild wolves would attack the festivities I might have bothered to take it with me."[/color] She said as if trying to dismiss the obvious strangeness of wolves attacking in broad daylight, outside of their natural habitat, engaging an enemy that had superior numbers, and also they were not attacking as a pack, but as individuals. Anyone who knew wolves knew this much.

	Blaine gripped the hilt of her baton so hard her knuckles turned white with the effort. Another second or so of this pressure and she could very well snap the damn thing, so she made a conscious effort to temper her anger. The speech of the bible-thumper still vivid in her mind. [color=009900][i]Great! Just what Salem needed! A new bout of witch hunts.[/i][/color] Just as she was thinking that she caught a blur of motion from behind them with her peripheral vision. Her body moved before she could think it turning, her arm swinging in a powerful arch and impacting heavily with a wolf’s skull.

	In truth, Genevieve hadn't expected Blaine to be carrying to so public an event, but at least she was armed with something. She shifted her stance a bit to compensate for Blaine taking a flank, moving forward towards the sounds of panic. [color=662d91]"That's understandable, though I don't go anywhere without mine on me in case something like this happens."[/color] While Genevieve was speaking specifically of an attack by the supernatural, surely it would be implied otherwise. After all, most people would know nothing about things like werewolves and vampires. Yet… Something was very wrong about this attack in particular. Nevermind that there hadn't been such a brash and open one like it in centuries.

	The weres struck out at whatever moved and was closest to them it seemed, almost in a feral fashion. While that would make sense for their brashness to anyone not privy to supernatural knowledge, to her and any denizen of that world, it was beyond reckless. Her mind went to immediately start putting the pieces together, thinking it very odd that so many feral and werewolves would find a densely populated area like this, and that the preacher would choose this time to make his speech. Her own religious views notwithstanding, it didn't sit well with her. If he had something to do with this, then he was going against everything that the Hunters stood for, and that made him a threat.

	Of more immediate concern was the crack of Blaine's baton across the skull of one of the wolves. It seemed that one of them had found them, and soon others would as well. They were just outside the perimeter of the square and the blessing upon it, but she felt that neither of them were too keen on sheltering within while so many innocents bled on the streets. Her first concern was to dispatch the dazed Were, turning on her heel and putting a bullet through an eye before it could react. The body went limp on the ground, but even as it did she heard the click of paws across concrete. Another one had heard the first's discovery of them, or perhaps they were telepathically linked in some manner. Genevieve powered through her instinctive fear of the beasts, whipping the pistol around and firing off two shots into its chest.

	[color=009900][i]Fuck! This is not good.[/i][/color] Blaine thought. [color=009900][i]They seem to be zeroing on me.[/i][/color] The Were Alpha sidestepped a bit to avoid the second wolf that Genevieve dispatched with ease hitting her in the legs as it slid lifeless on the ground. She had a moment to admire the other woman's abilities with the pistol and her grace under fire. But at the same time she could not help but feel a deep sadness for the fell Weres. True, she herself would put every last of them down for what they were doing, yet she couldn't rid herself of the feeling that their behavior was not their own. Especially with the, oh so impeccably timed speech of the preacher. Something was amiss and the air was afoul with that dreaded familiar scent of hexed wolves.

	A third wolf approached them recklessly head on, but Blaine sensed another presence lurking from behind. [color=009900][i]So you finally figured me out, huh?![/i][/color] The Alpha thought realizing the two wolves were working in tandem and the first had revealed itself as a diversion to provide his comrade with the perfect opportunity to attack the two women from behind. There was no way for Genevieve to know about the presence of the other wolf and she would not let anything happen to her. A fierce protectiveness took over her. [color=009900][i]Not gonna happen, whelps![/i][/color] Blaine gritted her teeth. [color=009900][i]"I'm Were Alpha!"[/i][/color] Her telepathic voice boomed in the ether, reaching all of her pack-mates with certainty, but also trasmitting a wave of dominant energy throughout the square, igniting her blue eyes with a Were glow.

	The decoy Were faltered in its approach and Blaine felt an answering hesitance from the hidden one as well.

	[color=009900]"Maybe we should try to take one of these crazed beasts alive."[/color] She muttered to Genevieve standing back to back with her attentive as not to demonstrate her glowing Were eyes. [color=009900]"We need to figure out what drove them to attack later on."[/color] She elaborated her reasoning. [color=009900]"Think we can manage to dispatch one of them without killing it?"[/color]

	Genevieve's eyes searched around them, knowing that where there was one there would be more especially with the surrounding panic. A dark shape lurked around behind the stalls, moving out of sight before she could get her sights on it. They were out in the open and from what she could hear behind her the Weres were attempting to flank them from Blaine's side. Perhaps it was the obvious threat of her silver bullets, the telepathic links between the beasts communicating the danger of the huntress. For a moment the ones nearby faltered and she felt a strange sensation wash over her, a strong aura dissuading the beasts from attack. Was it their pack leader? Could the Alpha of Salem have been caught up in this too?

	If so she had to act quickly and put them down, she couldn't afford to have so dangerous a threat unbound. [color=662d91]"No, they must be destroyed." [/color]Genevieve had thought on the possibility of detaining one of the werewolves, but partly out of her own fear and hatred of them, as well as the unknown of what drove them mad, she didn't think it wise to do so. They could be under any number of arcane spells, and she didn't want to risk either of their lives by tampering with something they knew nothing about. [color=662d91]"We can ill afford to use anything less than lethal force on such beasts, and even still we would have to find someone knowledgeable."[/color]

	[color=662d91]"More than that…"[/color] She paused, looking at one of the fallen at their feet and the blood staining its teeth and claws. [color=662d91]"They have tasted human flesh, and for most of their kind once they do they cannot shake the craving. It is better for them this way."[/color]

	Blaine listened to Genevieve's response with grim resignation. The other woman didn't know how right she was. Even if she thought it was just a case of a pack of wolves gone rabid and attacking people. [color=009900]"I suppose you're right. It is best to put down rabid animals. Maybe later, once things have calmed down, the savvy ones will investigate all this."[/color] Blaine looked about. Most of the people that had attended the festivities now cowered within the Washington Square proper. [color=009900][i]There must be some enchantment on it.[/i][/color] The Alpha thought. [color=009900][i]Something that prevents the Weres from entering it. It was probably why the pack and I felt this discomfort.[/i][/color] Outloud she said: [color=009900]"It appears the animals are reluctant to enter the square proper for whatever reason. What say we do a sweep of the perimeter? Lead whoever we can find to safety. And then maybe the cavalry'll finally show up and chase those rabid wolves outside the city center where they can put them down without any more human casualties."[/color]

	The wolves were very purposefully avoiding the square, that much was obvious to both women even with just a glance. With the way they were reluctant to chase what would otherwise be an easy target already wounded, Genevieve started to think more and more that this was all planned. Not to mention the preacher conveniently making his sermon from within the square and calling all of this out. Genevieve had a foul taste in her mouth, and it wasn't just the werewolves running rampant. It was the duty of all Hunters to keep the supernatural world hidden from the innocent, and ensure the safety of their fellow mortals. Someone had crossed a very clear line and they were going to pay for it in blood. For now though, there were a lot of wounded and many in need of more than just medical attention. If left sit there would be an increase to Salem's pack. She shuddered at the thought of a fresh wave of new werewolves struggling to learn their new powers and to reign in their instincts.

	[color=662d91]"Yes, let's do a sweep and clear. Anyone wounded needs to get into the square and get treated. A couple of herbalists were here for the fair, they'll be useful until EMTs arrive."[/color] More than useful, she was hoping the witches of Salem had brought antidotes for lycanthropy. It wasn't a normal ware she knew, but with the prevalence of werewolves in the city, surely at least one or two had them handy? Genevieve waited until they were clear again, turning to face Blaine. [color=662d91]"How do you want to do this? Stick together and clear them out, or split up and cover more ground?"[/color]

	Blaine regarded Genevieve. It disturbed her to see the other woman so obviously affected by this attack. She didn't know her well enough to speculate on her precise emotions but the worry was etched visibly enough on her beautiful features. The Alpha clenched her fists. [color=009900][i]If I find out who's responsible for this, there'll be hell to pay.[/i][/color] She thought irritably. It pained her to think that this incident could one day jeopardize her relationship with Genevieve. Even if friends was all they could ever be. [color=009900][i]And there you go with the wishful thinking again.[/i][/color] Blaine chastised herself. It was becoming clearer with every new moment spent with Genevieve that she wanted more of their relationship, but would never push beyond what was offered.

	[color=009900]"Let's stick together."[/color] She answered. Hesitated, then added: [color=009900]"We make a good team."[/color] She grinned sheepishly and shrugged. [color=009900]"Since you have the piece, you can take point and I'll help people inside the square and watch your back. When we're done I can help with the first aid since I'm a certified EMT."[/color] Blaine drew close to Genevieve as they started on their sweep of the perimeter. [color=009900]"I'm just not sure if any amount of healing we physicians can provide, can erase the terror of this attack."[/color] Blaine was keeping her head on a swivel and all her heightened senses on alert. To say that Genevieve was a highly trained operator was an understatement, but she still felt overprotective towards her and would lay down her life if it came to it. She just hope it wouldn't come to it. She wanted more time with this enigma of a woman.

	They'd made it halfway through their sweep bringing mauled victims and any people too scared to come out of their hiding places inside the square. Blaine was carrying a small girl inside the square, while her mother clutched her torn up left arm with her right. Just a few paces behind her Genevieve watched the perimeter for anymore of the ferals, mentally checking how many bullets remained in her magazine. She had already fired off just over half of the fifteen round magazine, leaving seven more until a reload was absolutely necessary. Out of habit her left hand reached down to her hip, patting an empty pocket and prompting a stream of curses under her breath. Of course she had left the spare mag at home. So be it, she would make do with what she had, and hopefully not have to worry about what to do afterward.

	As if answering her own internal conflict a pair of the feral werewolves stalked out from between two abandoned stalls, the glow of their eyes focused solely on her. Whatever had dissuade them from attacking earlier no longer did so it seemed, for just as soon as she put her sights on the larger of the two, another pair entered her sight from either side. They had clearly recognized her and Blaine as a threat and were aiming to ensure an easier hunt. That wasn't going to happen, not today. Bracing her pistol in both hands she fired, the gunshot echoing around the square. Except it missed. Trying to face down all four of them took every bit of her willpower, and sheer confidence alone could only keep her going for so long. She didn't know how long it had been since the attack started, but the initial adrenaline rush was fading and now the primal fear was setting in. Each of the ferals seemed all the larger and more fearsome as the creeping paralyzation set in. Genevieve fired again, winging her first target as it started pounding across the pavement towards her.

	Another shot landed in its flank and put it down, but her initial hesitation had emboldened the other three. They attacked in unison and it took all she had to make her stand. She fired two more shots at the closest, a wounded cry letting her and the others know the wounds were mortal. Genevieve turned and fired at the leftmost wolf, missing again before seeing the movement in the corner of her eye as the wounded one began to limp towards her. Without thinking she whipped the pistol back to focus on it and fired, putting it down permanently. They were close now, almost within leaping range and as she turned to fire there was nothing but an empty click, and she froze...

	A sense of dread seized Blaine's heart for a nano-second and her wolf howled in pain inside her as Genevieve's gun echoed through the square. The Alpha rushed the girl and the mother to safety and sprinted for her partner. Two wolves lay dead on the ground but four more were approaching. Genevieve stood firm, her weapon trained on them. Blaine's heart thudded with unparalleled fear in her chest. [color=009900][i]Screw this![/i][/color] She crabbed Genevieve and almost dragged her the few feet to the square proper. Not waiting to see how she'd react to Blaine manhandling her like that, the Were Alpha stood firm, just outside of the protective perimeter, legs spread apart, her hand gripping the baton, her features set, her eyes burning blue with fierce determination, her canines protruding above her lower lip.

	[color=009900][i]"This is Salem. I am Alpha here! I will hunt you down and make you answer for your atrocities on this day! Leave here now and later your deaths will be swift. Stay, and you will suffer!"[/i][/color] Blaine knew her thoughts had no hope of reaching these unfamiliar wolves, but she also knew the intent would be transmitted in the form of energy any predator would understand.

	One moment Genevieve was facing down the closing teeth and claws of two ferals and the next she was very nearly airborne. It took her rolling across the pavement and finding her feet again through pure instinct to realize what had happened. Her gun had hit empty and she was very nearly in some serious trouble when Blaine had intervened. If it wasn't for her quick reflexes then she may very well have ended up among the wounded at the very least. Though she didn't care much for the impromptu toss, she was indebted and a little surprised as she watched her face down the ferals. She couldn't see the woman's face, but she must have matched their snarl for the remaining wolves backed away slowly, tails low in submission before disappearing. With a good few of their number now dead, the ferals would be a fair bit more cautious about attacking around the square, especially now that it was clear there were Hunters alert and ready to face them.