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The Blood Compact

I will post tomorrow after work. :)

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I'll post after work tomorrow. I have a way to get Theo out safely with Jareth. :)

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@McHaggis, come back! We miss you!

The Blood Compact

Mohowauuck unrolled the parchment, the style of writing and type of ink used indicated that the sender was old-fashioned and proper. Upon a quick glance, Lady Mo gathered that the letter was from Lord Bedivere, inviting her to join a meeting amongst other oldboods at Carfax Castle. He offered a plane ride to the private location, giving her most assurances that the fuel and aircraft were as sustainable as possible. She crumbled the invitation in her hand, disgruntled at the idea of having to fly in one of the misshapen mechanical bird vehicles. It wasn't her style, not in the least, but it was the quickest form of travel. Maybe just this once the ends would justify the means.

Lady Mohowauuck stepped onto the plane carefully. Her eyes were distrustfully and apprehensive until she found Magnus there, at least she wasn't traveling alone. She silently took the seat across from Magnus and peered out of one of the many clear glass planes, offering her a distorted view of the outside world. She muttered something that would be incoherent to Magnus under her breath.

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Béatrix:

How dare he try to woo her with decorated words and a sultry smile, that was her game. Not his. All she could see was red as she plunged her hand into his heart. The shock in his calm eyes gave the predator in her a delightful high as she gripped the organ tight enough to send warning spasms throughout his body. Look who had finally claimed ultimate control… Trixy reveled in the power of literally holding his life in her hands as his body shuttered under her fingertips.

Trixy got to watch as the shock in his eyes faded, and the light began to leave them. Just before she was sure that he was losing consciousness, Jareth did something that shook her to the core. He was almost out of it, but his eyes lit up just once more in… admiration? He even managed to lift his hand up to brush her cheek and whisper “…angel” before slumping down in her arms.

Did he even realize that he did that? Trixy tried to end it right then, she went to pull his heart out of his chest. But she couldn’t. Was this one of his abilities? Maybe she really didn’t want to kill him? Something in her wouldn’t let her kill him, not like this. With a frustrated growl she loosened her grip on his heart and pulled her hand from the hole she created in his chest, leaving the heart intact. As he was starting to come to, she placed the tip of her dagger under his chin and angled his face to look up at her. “I will spare you, for now. You will run, and you stay far from my family members, or I will slaughter you in the most creative and torturous way I can think of. Or maybe, I’ll just shoot you on the spot. Depends on how I’m feeling that day.”

Jareth:

Was this it? The death after afterlife? He never expected it to be so empty… so dark… so alone…

But then a pin prick to the chin brought light back into his word. No, not a pin, a dagger… the dagger of the French huntress. The first thing Jareth saw was the beautiful hauntingly blue eyes of Béatrix de la Croix staring back at his. It was as if God himself had found his bastard soul worth saving, perhaps god wasn’t a him, but a her. And then she spoke, her voice like soft bells in the breeze. So precious, he’d thought he’d never hear another voice again. The void was more haunting than her eyes could ever be, he’d do anything he could to avoid staring down death again. But he wouldn’t run.

His lips raised in the right corner, offering a crooked grin. “Better yet…” he suggested, his voice still raspy as blood was actively pouring from the hole in his chest. “A secret for a secret. I won’t tell your family about us, they won't even see me, and you won’t tell your family about me, about my association with the Blods.” He studied her face for any trace of doubt, or of a lie. He saw nothing, only the stone cold nod of agreement that she offered.

“A secret for a secret.” She said in agreement, it was enough for him. Jareth turned to leave her and reach Theo, hoping that he was still alive. Before disappearing from her sight, he turned back to her and said “I know you took them, by the way. Do yourself a favor and don’t take more than two at a time. First batch is on me.” He said, and then he was gone.

Béatrix:

Two at a time? What the hell was he talking about? She shook her head and tried to get her mind back on the battle. The task at hand was to find Maria. Right. She jumped back over the banister and found herself back in the fray of battle. The rest of the Blackmoores seemed to be killing without breaking much of a sweat, and surely reinforcements would have arrived by now. Where the hell were Adrian and Lucian? She would have thought Lucian would be the first here, tearing the building two pieces in search of Maria. Maybe it wasn’t true love after all…

The Blood Compact

As much as the predator in her wanted to go and claim the kill that was rightfully hers, Lady Mo listened when Magnus called for a retreat. She listened, but she wasn't happy about it. The white wolf was moody and bloodthirsty, and even took to growling at Magnus and snapping her teeth threateningly before running off. A midst the bodies and charred remains of the airport tarmac, Mohowauck retrieved her clothing and ran off into the woods with the leathers clutched in her jaw.

Once safely retreated within the comfort of the trees, Lady Mohowauuck turned back to face the airport. She watched as flames licked some of the building's sides, and smoke billowed up from the roof. As she stared on, she got to witness the airport crumple in on it's self... it was absolutely beautiful. The great wolf appeared to have a smile on her face and dropped her clothing long enough to let out a victorious howl. The eerie sound pierced through the night air and was soon echoed by the many voices of her newest lupine allies. Although some had fallen, her pack had grown much larger this night.

After one last glance at the airport, Mohowauuck picked up her clothes again and ran off. Let the humans witness a glimpse of what their so-called civilization would soon become -- all of their accomplishments would be reduced to ash in the wind.

Mohowauuck soon arrived at Magnus' ridiculous underground base to check in and see if there was any news for her. Before gaining entrance, Lady Mo shifted and dressed herself, as to not offend anyone's delicate sensibilities. Upon entering the first gates of the base, a guard bowed towards her and reported: "Lady Mohowauuck, a message has arrived for you..."

The Blood Compact

Also, even in the dark, it's pretty easy to 'see' a mechanical dude if a pack of wolves who CAN see in the dark are circling him. They aren't doing so silently, not by any means. I imagine that the barrage of bullets probably mistakenly took out a few wolves as well, but losses are worth it for such a catch. To be honest, Kami was kind of screwed anyway, no matter how powerful your character is, no one should be so powerful that a room full of enemies can't take them out when he is pretty much their singular target.

The Blood Compact

I vote that these mysterious letters be delivered in some dramatic/fantastical/oldworld/medieval type way... like a black raven flying in with a letter attached to its leg. You know, real Game of Thrones like.

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Also, please don't have anyone try to intervene with Trixy at the moment. I have the next part of the scene planned out and Trixy needs to be alone for it. I'm looking at you, @McHaggis! :p

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Can we please hurry up and kill Theo? Every post I make about him makes me want to punch myself /).(\

@Savi

Awwe, you want him to die? Maybe I should have Jareth get the eff outta there, then.

@Silent Observer

And then I thought to myself, maybe if Theo is destined to be torn to pieces, then Jareth should die too. He'd really love all the dramatic flair.