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Béatrix:

Trixy did her best to keep her head low and remain professional. At Alistair’s question, she reached out with her mind. The place was swarming with new bloods, were she to completely open her mind, she might drown in their thoughts. “A lot…” she remarked quietly as she kept searching. “At least a few dozen new bloods, maybe more. I can only really hear the younger minds… but I do feel that there is someone very, very old in there.”

When she looked up, her eyes were distant and clouded. The only way she could manage to look up at all was to escape from her own mind and live amongst the new bloods. She channeled their bloodlust and gripped her weapons. “Let’s go.” She said in an icy tone.

Jareth:

Jar began his walk through town in a bit of a daze. Once his senses started to return, he noticed that something was off about the way he walked. The ever familiar jingling from his pocket was absent. In a brief spurt of panic, his hand dove into the right pocket of his jeans. His hand met emptiness, gone was the small metal tin that held his personal stash of O-neg. His moment of panic passed when he realized what must have happened. Madame Vengeance must have had herself a little snoop before fleeing the scene, which meant she had the drugs. “Oh, wonderful” he mused and his lips curled into a devilish grin.

Jareth once again pulled out his phone and sent a text to Theo: “More good news, I’m omw back to share.”

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Yeah, it's not gonna die, we're all just waiting on McHaggis I think.

The Blood Compact

"You heard the man. Even if your biology suggests you are human, if you are to be my followers, you will abandon all such humanity. You are all predators now. Embrace your true nature." her voice echoed like thunder, strong and commanding. "Hunt. Down. Your. Prey." one last command was given before she quickly stripped off her cumbersome clothing and set it to the side for later. Honestly, why did she even bother with it? In seconds she erupted into her enormous white wolf form and charged into battle. She ate the sick, the dead, the dying, those alive, fighting, or fleeing, her jaws of war knew no prejudice... nor morals.

The Blood Compact

Right, good call. If it were sunny, Mo wouldn't be doing so good. Nice catch, I'll edit it.

The Blood Compact

Lady Mo looked around, there were vehicles everywhere: cars, planes, all kinds of human inventions that belched deadly smog into the atmosphere. The fools would kill themselves in time, but she wouldn't let that happen - much better for her and her people to do all the killing. There was some comfort to be found in the rushing of howling wolves all around her, but the metal buildings took away any hope of feeling at ease. Even the ground beneath her ever-bare feet was paved, still warm from the previous day's sunlight. With her connection to nature stretched so thin and distant, her powers were severly hindered. "The only way this place could feel like home is if it never existed at all." It was within her capabilities to destroy this place... a tornado, a storm with a few well-placed lightening bolts to detonate jet fuel containers, an earthquake... all in a days work.

"The wolves and I will remain mostly outside to catch the stragglers who try to run." just as she began speaking, the Purge began to thicken the air with their holy vapour. Lady Mo looked up towards the skies, the mists did little more to her than the effects of a gentle rain. The God of the Purge meant nothing to her, it never had. She existed before Christianity, they'd have to do much better than that to discover her own weaknesses; To do that, the Purge would have to acknowledge that a religion other than their own existed, and that was something they were to prideful to ever do. "We will fight were the vampires cannot" she spoke as if she herself was not a vampire, as if they too, are below her.

Perhaps they are... all just pawns on the chess board, while she will reign as Queen.

The Blood Compact

Super short post is short, I wanted to give Magnus the chance to get there first and for the Purge/Soldier folks to react before delving into it.

The Blood Compact

Mo nodded curtly at Hale and the group before she took off running. She didn't shed her clothing to transform, not yet. It was always more fun to surprise the enemy with a form of her choosing. And what is warfare, if not fun?

The Blood Compact

Mohowauuck brought in the tail end of the large group, making sure no one ran off into her woods. She would interrogate them later, the humans especially. Hale commanded the pack along the way, and then the humans once they neared the compound. Mo would let him feel like he was in control, at least for a little while. But if these were to be her people, they would be hers, and there would only be enough room for one alpha.

Upon seeing Magnus, she looked up at him. Her glare shot daggers into him for not consulting her before bringing wolves and humans on to her territory. He would pay for it later, right now he looked suited up for battle. "Where are we headed?" she asked, her tone was cold.

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Béatrix:

Trixy reached out the tendrils of her mental abilities, seeking out familiar minds. It was easy enough to find Alistair, as his emotions were all over the place. Once she found him, she picked up the pace and took to the alleyways and rooftops.

She jumped down beside Alistair, her lacey skirt fluffing out in the motion. Trixy stood up and smoothed her less-than-intimidating outfit down. It was a bit crazy how much a vampire of over 600 years could still look like nothing more than an eighteen year old girl.

Her hands found her weaponry, indicating that she was ready fight. Her eyes, however, remained anywhere but meeting Alistair’s gaze. She couldn’t look at him; She would do her job tonight, and then,

She would run...

Jareth:

Jar dismissed the thought with a shake of his head, it was nonsense. He managed to slide into his boxers and jeans before plopping back down into the bed, shirtless. Jar fumbled into his pockets and pulled out a pack of clove cigarettes. He lit one up and took a long drag before blowing out circles of smoke.

With a smile, he took out his phone and went to text Theo. “You should see the notch I just put in bedpost, actually…” he looked back at the splintered headboard “There isn’t much of one left anymore. ;)” he sent the text and got up from the bed. Still smoking, he threw on a red tank top and his leather jacket before heading back into town, hoping to brag to Theo in person.

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Béatrix:

As if on cue, the wind picked up and whipped her clothing about as she walked. She deserved more punishment than that… surely the skies would open up and lightening would strike her down. Clearly the goodness in her died alongside Francis, she was nothing more than the French whore Praetor claimed she was.

Shivering.

Was she shivering? Vampires didn’t feel cold... No, no it was just her phone. Her body was reacting just as spastically as her mind, and she fumbled for the phone. The name flashing on the screen caused her stomach to drop. Guilt gripped her throat like a vice, and she was thankful she didn’t have to physically speak to reply. Electronic words were easy, devoid of emotion and tone.

On my way, guns blazing. she replied and then immediately silenced her phone. And her thoughts.

No more distractions.

Trixy closed her eyes and let out a deep breath before taking off down the streets as fast as she could go without causing a major scene for humans to take notice of.

Jareth, after some time has passed:

Light danced its way into the darkness as Jareth’s eyelids fluttered open. His body ached and throbbed all over, but most of all his neck. Normally his first thought in this situation would have been: “That bitch!”, but it wasn’t. He actually smiled and gave a breathy laugh. He went to sit up and found himself being violently jerked back onto the pillow. Apparently he was still a bit groggy, as he didn’t even notice that she had handcuffed him to the headboard before leaving.

“Hot…” he mused with a bit of a growl to his voice before yanking his hands forward with enough force to crack the head board. Once freed, he was able to get the cuffs off. He still had a stupid smile on his face, the whole thing was more fun than he expected.

Unbidden, Theo’s words came to his mind: “Do not fall for a whore, Jar! They gather your heart and then leave you!”