[center][h1][color=Cyan]Isolde Morden[/color][/h1][/center]

Vampire hunting? That sounded great. Isolde was one of the first ones at the meeting, hearings about the witches who had fallen in battle before now made her want to take them down even sooner. She knew nobody on her team except for her roommates that she spent a few nights with now. She woke up before the sun was even in the sky; Isolde had a funny sleep schedule- magic mountains do that to you- and she just sat in bed watching the birds fly around. She was dressed comfortably but presentable. A tank top and sweatpants and very straightened hair uncharacteristic of someone who’s probably been electrocuted more times than she can count. Deborah’s office was nice and atmospheric, but Isolde was apprehensive when the woman said they’d be hunting creatures of the night. That was the point of being a witch, however. Nobody in her world lives easy. Most of the other team had began to run around and prepare gear and transport, meanwhile a couple from her group began to stir. She listened closely to what the dude with the info said. But it didn’t make sense. Why would vampires go to a small mining town? What could they be looking for in a place like that? 

But perhaps that was the point, she pondered. Gary was quiet, only 2000 people, that was nothing compared to what the other team had to account for, it’s the last place one would expect vampires to be causing a scene, because it’s too quiet to [i]expect[/i] a scene. They’d notice people coming into a small town like that...small towns talk a lot so word of a bunch of weird kids with weapons marching in would spread like a fire. [color=cyan]”Anything happens in a town such as that, everyone knows...”[/color] She said in the middle of her group, to no one in particular. At the mention of an armory, Isolde’s eyes perked up. [color=cyan]”Weapons. Good.”[/color] Isolde made a note of that, and as soon as the meeting was done for, she scrambled to find her way to the armory, and when she did she stayed a while. She need not rush something like this. Isolde needed an actual weapon other than electrons at her disposal.

The only type of actual magic Isolde knew was lightning. Everything else she could do with herself wasn’t magic, but a regular skill. She could find her way through the dead of night with a clear sky, but navigation doesn’t kill vampires without magic. Lightning doesn’t kill vampires without magic. Isolde’s magic was devastating by its own nature, and to add the wellspring into the mix would only further terrorize the enemy, but to bend the storm requires power, power requires magic, and magic requires energy. If Isolde were to rely solely on the fury of the clouds, she’d burn out before the day was over, so when all else becomes risky, pack lead. On Morden Mountain, Isolde had experience with guns, particularly handguns, when it came to getting rid of angry animals and target practice for the worst situations. She made sure to weigh her options, and came out loaded. A revolver with a rather large number of silver bullets not yet chambered, a silver stake for finishing the bastards off, and a meaty looking knife that looked capable of turning a vampire’s skull into a dinner piece. The others would pack things they could make better use of than her, so she didn’t spring for potions or anything if that nature. 

[color=cyan][i]”Perfect”[/i][/color]

Shortly after the girl came out of the prep looking like a right wing Gadsden-junkie bumpkin, and putting on some better clothes to hit the road, she found herself outside. She had a backpack with some things in it slung over her shoulder; Bare minimum first aid kid for emergencies, her camping stuff for the long nights outside they’re sure to experience, the snacks she didn’t finish off before she arrived, her phone and her charger. Her camping stuff was just a small tent and her hammock, she didn’t think they’d have to use it terribly often - she was hoping they wouldn’t have to at all, it won’t fit everyone - but they weren’t able to bet on coming back to their hotel every night for a warm bed. It was good to have something you don’t need then that need something to don’t have. She was dressed in a denim jacket (she didn’t steal it from Iris they just look cool stfu) over a tank top and some old faded jeans. Her lengthy hair had been smoothed back behind her shoulders neatly, she was ready to vampire hunting. Isolde had never been out on a vampire hunt, her mountain was pretty big but that was it, she read that vampires didn’t like garlic much and silver less, but she never had the chance to go and kill any, this was definitely going to be an interesting time for them all.

She made her way out to where a team member was, the dark skinned guy with the car, a guy who didn’t standout  and an orange with a backpack. She never caught their names, but they’d be making Abe Lincoln proud together so she might as well talk to them. They were very clearly packed up and ready, good. [color=cyan]”Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met before, I’m Isolde.”[/color] She said as she walked up to them, [color=cyan]”You three are here for the team going to North Carolina, right? I haven’t ever been there, but it seems odd for vampires to go to a small place like that.”[/color] She didn’t know any of them, and they didn’t know her any better, but they may know more about hunting vampires than her, so Isolde wasn’t going to shy away from communicating with a team.

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