Almalthia

[Deep Core, 6 ATC 4] Mission: Harvest Moon

Collab Tishombra & Zes

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Location: Chasing Selene

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Tishombra smirked at the comment about the impressive carnage she left back there. She looked over her shoulder at the male, Falleen apparently, who had addressed her. “Had you arrived sooner you still would have been second.” She smiled and winked.

Turning back to Selene, Tishombra watched as the girl spouted something about she would have enjoyed this if it had been some other time. Tishombra’s face went blank as Selene dropped into a crouch a very Makashi move with the lightsaber she was currently holding.

Tishombra knew that sometimes it was a fight could be won before it started just by posturing. Instead of the girl attacking the fallen Jedi rose. He was roped in Sith Sorcery in a deep shade of amethyst. Tishombra had never seen anything like it. As she looked it in the eye she saw the dark power surge and the fallen Jedi shrieked. The inhumanity of the sound curled her lips into a smile just as it burst into flames. Tishombra could feel the heat lick over her and she backed up into the Falleen to get more room. She had forgotten that he was there.

Tishombra was plastered to him now. Great. She decided to stay there like she meant to back up into him. Flicking on a deep crimson saber then the other she decapitated the fallen Jedi. This did not stop the fire. “We need to leave now. Find another way around, she’s made it so that we can’t follow her that way.” She could see the console starting to catch and unless the Falleen had a fire extinguisher up his sleeve they couldn’t stay here.

The dark sider’s reaction to his entrance made Zes reach for his own lightsabers. He felt a chill go down his spine as tears filled the beautiful woman’s eyes, the Falleen confused at the scene unfolding. He thought that she would be delighted to be freed from the custody of the Jedi, a liberation to the Sith and into the true beauty of the dark side was enthralling to go through. His hands felt the grip’s of his twin lightsabers, index finger gently placed over them ready to react if he was attacked. As Selene shifted into a makashi stance, Zes took a few steps backwards.

Instead of an attack he watched as the corpse at their feet twitched unnaturally, the sight of it pushing another cold chill through Zes’ veins. A violet hue emitted from the arisen Jedi’s pupils, the scream it exhaled made the Falleen cringe and grip his weapons even harder. He had yanked them from his belt and they were now firmly clenched between his palms. The Dark Side weighed heavy in the room, as if it too had screamed out in shock to them all. It hung in the air, leaving the Force attuned assassin with goosebumps. As Selene dashed from the room, more a blur than a moving person the reanimated Jedi burst in flames.

At that instant the other Sith in the room, the red haired Tishombra was practically plastered on him. A smile on her face from the spout of chaos. Both of them still reeled in wordless shock from the rapid events caused by the mysteriously powerful Selene. Zes’ hands were lightly touching at the other Sith’s hips, if it weren’t for the more pressing mission he would have taken more notice of the situation with the gorgeous Sith. As she ignitied her own lightsaber Zes did the same, cleaving into the flaming reanimation’s stomach.

“Look for a different door, we can always carve our way out. That Selene is disturbingly powerful, I have never seen anything like that,” He said, the surprise evident in his words as he stared at the trail of Force attuned destruction she’d made. “We have to get her. Could you imagine how strong she would be with a Sith teaching?”

Tishombra looked over her shoulder and up slightly. She grinned flashing the start of a dimple. She left his hands where they were. “Indeed. I have not seen the likes of that for a long while. Well how many retreats can the girl possibly have?” She pointed to the exit behind them as she turned off her sabers. “Ask and you shall receive. Your pretty face must have scared her. No time like the present. I can get a general direction of where she went. Unless you plan to hold me longer?”

She raised an eyebrow at the very male presence as she shifted to put up her sabers. “The name you’ll be looking for later is Tishombra. If you play your cards right that is.” She couldn’t resist the excitement of the chase was upon her and it lit up her features creating a high that was just starting. She planned on riding that high right to the target, Selene.

“I can hold you plenty more once we’re off this ship, Tishombra.” The Falleen said playfully, speaking the fiery redhead’s name extra flirtatiously. He flicked off one of his lightsabers, then grasped her hand gently. His cool, scaled fingertips gently pressed against her skin as he held her hand and deftly avoided her own ignited lightsaber. Then he planted a single kiss on the top of her palm, a single tease.

“You may call me Zes, I hope to hear you say it many more times later.” He added with a flirty look and a confident smirk. His eyes lingered locked with her own before swiftly following the curves of her frame. Then he gingerly released her hand and flickered back on his second lightsaber once more.

As he walked towards the exit he put his focus back on the task at hand. They had to get off this doomed ship. They could still hear the chaos down the halls as they exited the cells as well as the space battle raging on outside of it. That was not even counting the chaotic mess which Selene had added in her blaze.

Tishombra locked eyes with Zes and blew him a kiss watching his eyes travel over her body. He let go and turned toward the exit. They moved beyond the door and Tishombra noticed that the bodies of the Jedi she had killed already. She slowed and reached out with the Force to locate Selene.

She couldn’t get a good lock on her. “She’s retreating… damnation!! There is too much interference!! I can sense she is in that-” She pointed to the end of the hallway. “Way. Yes I know that’s really helpful your irritation is noted and shared. Trust me.”

She turned on her sabers the deep crimson glow caressed her surroundings as she looked around suspiciously. “The Jedi I felled are no longer here. Yet the troopers are. We have two conclusions. Either someone came and collected them and they decided not to stick around... or... they got up and left much like the first did. I’m leaning toward the latter. Pragmatic as well as beautiful.”

“We’ll never catch her. Damn it,” Zes exclaimed, a scowl on his face as he cleaved at one of the nearby bodies in an action of pure frustration. It was rare for the normally composed Falleen to publically act in such a manner but the irritation was clearly evident in him. “We have to move, find her or where she has gone off to.”

“Her powers continue to amaze me. Resurrecting the dead is a horrifying but undeniably potent ability. I feel she may have turned them in to some protection or a barrier to make capture that much harder.” He stated, having regained his composure. The momentary frustration dashed away by the once more calm assassin. He closed his eyes, and felt through the Force. Across the ship it screamed out to him, the dark side raged down corpse filled corridors as it still shook from the pure power unleashed by the target.

“Its difficult to get a read of anything. Its as if the Force is clouded, like a raging typhoon.” Zes added as he reopened his eyes and glanced at the beautiful redheaded Sith near him. They had to get moving.

The Red Hoods: Rebirth

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Hey so those of you who don't know that I recently got a position as a PW Mod... I find that a lot of my time has been taken from me to satisfy that. I want to let you know that I'm going to drop due to those responsibilities. I haven't been super impact-full in the game and I feel like you guys would be waiting for me to post forever.

Let me be clear that I love the new role I have and that I don't mind that it takes up a lot of my time. I'm enjoying what I'm doing. I apologize for not being able to devote the time you need for me to play.

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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

For those of you who need a translator...

Marlin

Marinalia (Luna Sports Centre)
Marinalia was just talking though her eyes flashed to her phone keeping an eye on the time for her parking. As much as it was quiet you still had parking limits, and while the fine would not worry her as much as others, paying them was annoying if you had 300 or 300,000 in the bank. At least her membership let her park there and not have to squeeze into one of the side roads; or the private multi stories where you could barely park a moped yet alone a land rover. "Yep, I had a fair bit of leave from pretraining the current class. A suggestion became something more solid. Next thing it's cocktails in the sun." It was hard to explain, add Xia’s family from her mum to her dodgy uncle and it ended up how it ended up. "Yes, though you can usually see who is a good egg pretty early on."

Holding back her desire to snark the comment, of course she knew. Did Lilith think it was her first relationship and she was going in blind. Well first in one way, but not blind. Some things did not change regardless of genders, people, ages or countries. The word twat, agh a classic, easily said and event without the full context easily understood for what it was. Alaska spoke, well they were different again. America states might as well be mini countries it seemed on regards to language usage. "Yep. Swim team coach was more like a sailor, and a pair of ex military uncles will expand your vocabulary. Especially if your starting to give up on a run." Maria was less pleased, Milo has calmed down since he had one kid and a second on the way though both could be a bit coarse out of their wives earshot. Especially when you were crazy enough to join in there exercise program. It worked though they helped her recover her fitness in their kind but slightly crude way post her major injuries.

Sipping some of the last of her smoothie she relaxed with a leg crossed letting the energy recover and a natural fruity vitamin boost kick in. Answering with an easy smile,"I hope so, she helped me a lot. Snow. Cutely terrible. As long as not Jazz music. Bad experiences with Jazz. You never know."

Far as random offers went that was a new one, everything about her morning seemed to have been getting ever more random. Lilith reminded her she had a few things to do, errands to run and a parking ticket to avoid. "No worries, I got some things to run plus it's so much harder to sweet talk American parking wardens out of a ticket."

Throwing the smoothie into a trash can nearby and checking she still had her gym bag where it was. Slotting the card into a pocket; and the case into a slot in her handbag. "Thanks, who knows what lies in the future. Fancy, have a good day Lilith"

The wink, she was...

How did you describe that woman! Handing her a small card with a local contact number as a return polite gesture with a simple flowing single silver line making her initials on the face and writing a number on in fountain pen with a looping hand. It was only polite to least offer. The cards were blank and her go to thing for everything from noting down minor appointments, short few item lists or just a bookmark. They were not mega fancy. Just a handy little thing to have. It was easier than hanging onto an old Sol bucks receipt. Her more private number was only known by family and a fairly short list. Thankfully Vika was a bit of a genius at times and set her phone up to operate more than one number; including a disposable one or two in her at times handy paranoia over redundancies in tech.

Smoothing out her skirt, standing up and doing up the pale blue jacket she headed out after grabbing her gym bag, just outside the door she looked over to see a stalking parking warden lurking by the white land rover Discovery shaking her head. "Nope... 10 more minutes... Nice try though. Better luck next time"

Happy she won that small moment of life, no one likes parking wardens... A small blip, and she was climbing in and throwing her gym bag into the passenger floorboard, hand bag on the seat and firing up the White Land rover.

Onward, things to do, places to be, a city to explore.

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

Uná O’Brian

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Location: Institute

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Interaction: Open

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Mentions: Daaniela @Chev

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Uná was in the middle of Monkey Wrench and on her fourth pass of the building as she saw the lights flicker. "That's odd." She looked back at the main building as Cherry Bomb started playing.

She slowly pulled herself up to the top of the shed. She crawled as quietly a she could to peer over the edge. Let's be honest she was no Snake Plissken so she was pretty obvious. Besides she still had her headphones in so she couldn't hear how loud she really was.

She saw a brunette and jumping down landed and rolled with the momentum because she was used to it. "Hello I'm Uná. You?" Parkor that she couldn't get in trouble for that? Besides how much more trouble can she get in?

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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Siobhan

Location: Hotel California… and her place

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Interaction: Joel@Pilatus

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Mentions: Bruno

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Siobhan rolls over onto her back and blinks up at the ceiling. This is soooo not my room. Nor is it Joel’s. The dry feeling in my mouth tells me that I indulged a bit much. What do I remember?

Siobhan lifted a hand to her head pushing her thick hair off her face and she realized she wasn’t actually wearing much of anything. Blushing she sat up on her elbows and shook her hair out. Immediately dizzy she stopped and groaned softly. Flashes of last night came back to her.

Luggage carts used in a rally race. Where she dropped a napkin to start the race and giggling ran for cover.

Singing all the drinking songs that most anyone could think of.

Cheering on Joel as he finished off something called Das boot.

She danced with anyone who had asked. She’d left the sexy moves for Joel thought. She gave him the look all night and he was the only recipient of that look.

She’d almost eaten him alive when they got to their room. He’d done nothing to discourage her behavior which only heightened her daring. Reenacting the scene from True Lies that everyone remembers from that movie. Okay so there wasn’t a four poster bed so she’d improvised to the strains of Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) by Joan Jett of all things. The resulting scene was… well there weren’t enough words invented for the description of that.

She recalled how she had woke Joel up later for round… well it was more than two… or three. She had been shameless. Joel didn't seem to mind, the reverse in fact. He’d encouraged it. Sighing contentedly she stretched and then remembered how truly drunk she’d been. Drunk enough to fall into speaking Czech. Siobhan covered her face and groaned as she remembered what she said.

Well she’d leave the ball in his court. She had no intention of lying to him so if he asked about it she’d tell him. Pushing the thought aside she slowly rolled over to see the object of her thoughts grinning up at the ceiling.

Siobhan ran her nails lightly up Joel’s arm and found that she wasn’t so dizzy anymore as she leaned up on her elbow looking at him. Grinning she leaned over and planted a scorching kiss on him. “I’ll start the shower, you start the coffee and come join me.”

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Siobhan looked at the six pack of Blue Moon she had grabbed as she walked out of the grocery store. Knowing the drive was short enough to keep the beer cold on the way home she didn't worry about it one bit as she sang along to Hot Blooded by Foreigner. The music cranked up to just under damaging. Foreigner’s hits just seemed to go with her mood since the party. Which didn't really mean much more than she was stoked about something. Kissed, and more, by an all around hot guy that is your boyfriend kinda makes one excited.

Siobhan watched as the rain was starting to be more than a drizzle. Her black combat boots snug on her feet. Her black leggings on a vibrant red long sleeved tunic shirt and the splurge purchase she'd bought in London years ago; a black wool trench. The trench had served her well over the past five years when she'd needed it. A black newsboy cap finished off the outfit.

As she turned down her street Kiss by Prince came on and she grooved to the music as she got out of the car. She smoothly transferred the music to headphones. Humming the song to herself she got to her front door and unlocked it. Getting in she left the door unlocked and ordered a pizza, well two just in case as Feels Like The First Time by Foreigner played. Moving the music to the stereo system she pulled out her headphones and started moving her canvas of the festival into the spare room. It was close to done so no harm in storing them. There was no helping the nightscape of the City from the roof of City Hall, she couldn't move it. She'd risk smearing the oils. It was Joel halfway in shadow with the lights off to his left and disappearing off the canvas. She had multiple light sources and different colors for them. She was quite proud of the painting but wasn't sure how he'd take it. Sometimes you had to do a piece for yourself.

Siobhan shrugged out of the trench tossing it on the end of the couch. She was concentrating on the unfinished painting as she pushed up her sleeves and put her hair in a ponytail. As she called out to Alexa. “Alexa play album Imaginarium by Nightwish.” Alexa did as requested and the strains of the Nightwish, best described as a blended mix of Celtic and Metal, came across the sound system. Siobhan was quickly sucked into the painting and grabbed a round detail brush and started blending colors for her light sources that reflected onto several surfaces in the painting.

Siobhan had come home after the party and decided that the two of them were going to chill tonight. Pizza and beer. Only a small quantity of beer. It was fairly far from being time for dinner and Joel had needed to get some things from the shop, tidy up, what not. She grinned at him and told him she needed to work on a piece but the door was unlocked.

Nightwish sang in Swedish as the doorbell rang in a rapid fire barrage and Siobhan was lucky enough that she didn't have the brush on the canvas at the time. If that was the pizza guy she might entertain visions of tossing him off the second story balcony. He'd survive. “Alexa zàntíng.” Siobhan said.

“I'm sorry I don't recognize that language, was that Mandarin? Would you like me to change language to Mandarin?”

Apparently she was so flustered she'd said that in Mandarin. “No, volume five, Alexa. It's open!!” She called out over her shoulder cleaning off the brush and tucking it behind her ear. Grabbing an angle brush and mixing colors to create a green that exactly mirrored the color of a traffic light she was absorbed back into her work.

The green glow was reflecting on the hair and the wall. It was a three quarter profile with the subject, Joel. Hearing the door click open she scrapped the color into a container and capped it. Cleaning the brushes and placing them bristle side up. Extending pegs she flipped a sheet over the painting covering it but far enough away so as not to touch it. “Hang on a second. Cash is on the counter but...oh.” Turning around Siobhan saw Joel and grinned.

The Red Hoods: Rebirth

_{Collab between @AlmalthiaBrighid O'Shay and @SilverPaw Kathryn Moreno}

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Part 2

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Brighid washed up as best she could in the sinks and used the clothes that Kathryn gave her to dry off. When she received the shiny blanket she wrapped herself in it. It covered her decently. She thought of the outfits that she'd seen Nyssa wear and smiled.

Turning to Kathryn she asked what was on her mind. "Is your station far and do you have a courier that I can report Samael's escape to the Red Hoods? Apparently the spell he used sent me far from my fellow Hoods and they might think I'm dead. You said something about clothes I could borrow as well. I think that's a good start."

Kathryn stared at the woman blankly, mindlessly collecting her now-ruined work shirts from her. The vest was in the best shape, though that it was obviously damp, kind of muddy, and possessing a suspicious stain or two, that wasn’t saying much. But it was better than just going into the city proper only in her bra - it wasn’t as if she could on Jennings to lend her a shirt or something, though he’d very obviously disapproved of her state of undress - so she put the dark blue padded vest on, and rolled the shirt and undershirt together into a ball, using the long sleeves of the former to tie them together.

“We can get to the station soon. You’ll have to tell us more about this Samael person and whatever organization the so-called Red Hoods is once we get there,” she replied, mind still reeling that the woman had seriously said something so crazy without batting an eyelash. A courier? The fuck is up with that? And she’s talking as if I should know who the fuck she means with those names...Is this some kind of a ‘Oh, I’m actually from an alternate dimension’ situation or what? Jesus, where is a magical expert when you need one.

“Now, I get the feeling some of the things you will see may surprise you…” Kathryn muttered, trailing off as she wasn’t sure how to continue or what kind of an explanation she could even provide when they were apparently working on an entirely different knowledge base of what the world was like. I swear if she just turns out to be some wacky lunatic cultist… But there was something about the female, perhaps her proper diction, or the tone full of conviction but not to the point of being ravingly obsessed, that gave the vampire the impression that O’Shay was not insane. “Just bear with it for now,” she advised, as Jennings and she began the walk back to their police car.

There was nothing gradual about the transition from the relative seclusion of the nature-esque property and the few buildings it contained (such as the restaurant on the opposite side of the park, or the public toilet they had just been in) to the actual cityscape spanning its surroundings. Any which way one went, they were thrown into the city’s heart, the park but a meagre respite of greenery among the webs of asphalt streets full of cars, towering skyscrapers covered in glittering glass, the somewhat stockier in comparison regular buildings which consisted of shopping malls, eateries, theaters and more, the ubiquitous neon signs, street kiosks scattered here and there, people everywhere - especially the more supernatural of creatures, given that it was night time.

Brighid stopped and stared. There was something on the surface of the black still river. They moved toward it and she watched Jennings open the side of it. She had no idea what it actually was. But putting two and two together she realized that “black still river” was a road. Buildings towered over trees now.

Brighid put a hand to her head. A shaking hand to her head. All of the blood drained from her face as puzzle pieces started to fit together. The differences in smells, sounds, even the feeling of the place was off. “No.”

She heard Samael’s voice in her memory. “I have all the time in the world.” Brighid felt sick and realized she should have kept track of the times she changed. Samael was a fucking time mage. He hadn’t opened a portal to somewhere else it was somewhen else.

Her heart broke as she realized that those that they’d left behind were more than likely dust in crypts. That’s if they weren’t just buried where they lay. This was Duncaster. Where once was a small village hardly anything really, there was now a city. Advancements like this where practically everything was different and unreognizabe took ages.

Brighid choked on a sob. Sadon, Edwin, Loona, Nick, Tholo, Nyssa, Vitius, Ryder, Finlay and Ezekiel all gone. Hot tears poured down her cheeks as she couldn’t hold it in anymore. For all she knew the others had been spat out at random intervals in time. Kiri, Colin, Eliza all could be either dead or right around the corner. That brought on thoughts of Haru, Todd, Riley, Lou, The Whitwings. Again all dead.

Clutching the blanket to herself she collapsed to her knees and sat back on her heels giving in to the grief if only for a moment. Lifting her face she saw the clouds pass across a half moon. The clouds parted and the moon shone on Brighid. 

She had to push on. Had to move forward.

Her tears shone in the moonlight and after a few moments she gathered her wits. Standing she walked over to the contraption that Jennings was holding open. There was a padded bench and she slid into the seat.

Kathryn turned to the woman as she suddenly protested with a no, startled at the desperation with which O’Shay had uttered that single world. Then, she collapsed to her knees, crying quietly. The vampire looked at Jennings with a stunned frown, but the male’s expression clearly told her that he expected her to deal with this. Kathryn approached the weeping female carefully, crouching down next to her. 

“Hey,” she uttered softly, laying a cautious, gentle hand on her shoulder. She wasn’t sure if the other woman was aware of her words or touch, but regardless, Kathryn helped her up, keeping the faint physical contact established until they reached the car. Jennings opened the backdoor for Brighid, and she pooled into the seat as if utterly exhausted. Kathryn followed, letting Jennings drive this time. Sitting next to the blanket-covered redhead, gazing at her curiously, she contemplated what could have happened. Late shock onset? Could it be the sudden realization that she’d crossed worlds via the portal - a possibility Kathryn had only recently dared contemplate as well? Only one way to find out.

“What’s the matter, Brighid?” Maybe it was an insensitive, intrusive, too personal of a question, but Kathryn really did want to know what this woman’s story was, what information she could give. 

But, as experience advised, friendly coaxing was the best bet. The fact that she could sympathize with the situation certainly helped. Back when she was turned - which she still remembered all too clearly, the criminal who’d bit her haunting her sleep, the ghost of his presence lurking in every other vampire, even in herself - the world seemed as if it had completely changed in a day, reality inexplicably altered. Though she doubted the scale of her being and awareness shifting was anywhere near as dire as actually being transported into another world; if that is indeed what had happened to O’Shay.

Brighid cleared her throat gently and asked without looking at Kathryn asked the question that she was afraid of. “What year is it? It seems to have slipped my mind.” Brighid’s eyes closed as she swallowed thickly.

“Year?! Are you saying you’re from a different timeline?” Kathryn blurted out, then felt the kind of embarrassment that would have brought a blush to her cheeks if she were still a human, but didn’t alter her appearance beyond the apologetic grimace she let overtake her features. She felt the car swerve lightly, and met Jennings’ wide-eyed look in the rearview mirror, though the pointed look she’d sent him seemed to be message enough for him to concentrate on the road once more. Clearing her throat to get rid of the self-conscious groan that wanted to escape her, the vampire apologized. “Sorry for the outburst. I was just thinking that you were probably from some other world, you know…” she explained, struggling to get her tone back to a polite neutral. “It’s 2019. Are you...from the past then?” Kathryn peered at the fellow passenger with only the slightest hint of scepticism, though her doubt that such a thing was wildly impossible was beginning to dissipate.

Brighid shook with a mixture of laughter and tears. “Yes about three centuries. As impossible as that seems, and believe you me I would know. As the only, not only mage but female that’s been bitten and am now a werewolf you would think that the depths of impossibility would not be beyond my grasp.” She ran a shaking hand through her hair. “I mean I know that there were born female werewolves but they don’t transform. They have all the pluses without the change. Lucky them.”

“Huh, so you are a werewolf,” Kathryn’s lips quirked up at the corners, faintly pleased that she’d been correct in that assumption as well. “But also a mage, damn, sorry to have to say so, but Meadows is gonna be very suspicious of you,” she grimaced in apology. “Oh hell,” her eyes suddenly widened for a moment as something occurred to her. “Especially since...Shit, you don’t even have a valid ID or anything like it. God-damn,” she sighed, turning to look out of the window.

Several long seconds later, she blinked, aware she’d been deep in thought to consider the problem, but had probably left Brighid to undue worries. Though, honestly, whatever the redhead worried about, it was surely very much warranted. Swinging her head back to her conversation partner, Kathryn offered her fellow passenger a wane smile. “Say, could you tell me more about Samael? You said you had to report his escape…?” Kathryn questioned. It wasn’t exactly per protocol, to ask her about this right now, but the vampire was afraid the matter of the people she’d mentioned would be forgotten when the department was going to be faced with an unknown werewolf, who could be as easily suspected of being a victim as she could a criminal.

Brighid nodded at Kathryn as she was asked to talk more about Samael. "Black Arts practitioner. Necromancy and apparently Time Magic as well. I assume that the Red Hoods no longer exist since you have that lack of recognition. I cannot even fathom how the world has changed. Apparently Vampires and humans at least work together. But I differ, Samael raised an army of ghouls and zombies and the Red Hoods were battling him here 300 years ago. He cast a Time Portal to this time...possibly. I did not see him or the others when that foul thing spat me out. They could have been here for years, months, weeks, days, hours, or minutes. They could be anywhere in the city from the size that this place is.” Brighid indicated that she realized that this was not a small place and her tone became rather hesitant due to the idea of looking for a needle in a haystack comes to mind. A gold colored needle.

“Huh. It would help to know what he looks like, so we have an appearance to go on. If he’s even the type to show himself carelessly…If not that, whatever you could say regarding his personality, goals, motivation, etc. could help too,” Kathryn commented. Just then, Jennings drove the car from a side road to the parking lot in front of Duncaster’s police department building. It was a wide, multilayered red-brick construction, parts of it stretching as far as the 4th floor while others remained at ground level. And though it wasn’t obvious from the outside, Kathryn knew there were several underground holding facilities there as well. The main entrance was a set of well-guarded standard glass double-doors. 

As the police officer duo led Brighid inside, Kathryn chose to chat to her. “Vampires, werewolves, fae, mages, and others can cooperate with humans. Some of us do, as you can see. Still...there are plenty who’d rather rampage around freely, detesting the usual restraints of polite society, as it were,” she said, keeping her tone professional. If they’d been somewhere more private, Kathryn might have chosen to offer a more personal insight, but as it was, Brighid would just be getting the PC version of her thoughts.

“The police, which we are a part of, are sanctioned by the government to upkeep and enforce the law, basically. I’m guessing you didn’t have that kind of an organization back in the 1700s, hm?” the vampire glanced at Brighid, brows raised in an enquiring expression, seeking confirmation or details regarding how it might have been in her time. Admittedly, Kathryn herself wasn’t at all historically well-versed, but she was pretty sure that while policing existed in a more basic form fairly early on, the centralization and modernization of it was likely tied to the industrial revolution. 

“Those, Red Hoods was it? They’d probably be termed a vigilante group nowadays. Not to say that there aren’t groups or people like that out there anymore,” she explained, shrugging at the idea of vigilantes. Her official stance was to denounce such an approach, though personally, she was much more neutral regarding the idea.

Brighid nodded. She had no idea what to say or what more to say to Kathryn. She supposed she'd just wait till they got to the station.