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@Alfhedil I'm kinda waiting someone to post between us, otherwise it'll start to look like a 1x1. Most of my posts I write on the spot, with a general idea in mind that I've worked out in my head prior to posting.

The Sunday Group

Malone's good too. She had just a carry on bag.

The Sunday Group

Malone swam into consciousness.

"Well, hello there, sleeping beauty." Ku's voice welcomed her back.

"Ku...?"

"Yeah, it's me. Do you have some other demon mask stuck to your face?" The grumpy tikki responded.

"What happened?" Malone sidestepped his barb and asked.

"You fainted." Ku deadpanned.

"I lost consciousness." Malone corrected staring down at her shoulder. There was a bunched t-shirt covering her wound and a male hand holding it in place.

"Sure, sure, tough guy." Ku laughed in her head and Malone couldn't help but join him at her knee-jerk 'tough guy' act.

She felt fingers on her neck, pushing her head aside and a familiar voice asked to take a look at her wound. For a moment she felt confused. Ellie was in the second car with Manny and Kennedy, wasn't she? Suddenly Malone remembered Madeline speaking with the voice and inflection of Eleanor. It was Madeline's fingers touching her right now. Their decidedly non-medically trained client was offering her first aid, spouting medical jargon like the best of them. This was not right. An unknown force drove Malone's body to sway sideways outside of Madeline's searching hand's reach.

"You're welcome for that too, by the way. How's about you pay me what you owe me now?" Ku's voice sounded in her head resuming his spiel about payment and Malone was reminded of a lyric from Rihanna's song 'Bitch, better have my money'.

"Yeah, yeah, pipe down, Rihanna." She uttered, grinning at Ku's pinched face at the barb. The demon mask had obviously felt something off about Madeline and had made Malone move to protect her. If Ku had reacted like that, something most certainly was afoot with their client.

Suddenly her attention was drawn away from her chat with the demon mask. Morgan was speaking to her and Malone heard something in her voice she hadn't before. The profiler didn't have time to respond before the other woman stormed out of the SUV. Seconds after Madeline sobbed something that sounded like 'Eleanor, don't leave me!' and promptly stumbled out of the car, spilling onto the ground like a puppet that had its strings cut.

Malone opened the door of the SUV and exited the car with a grumble. Her gaze fell on their client. Madeline was laying on the ground in a fetal position. A pool of fresh vomit next to her. The profile crouched down beside her, but her head turned to what was happening near the second SUV. Morgan had Eleanor pinned to the side of the car, rage telegraphing through every movement of her body. Malone's attention was pulled back to Madeline when their boss demanded that Morgan let her go as she needed to take care of Malone and followed up with what sounded like a veiled threat. All of this the ex-FBI agent heard in a freaky stereo as Madeline was speaking the same words in unison with Eleanor.

"Guys..." Malone spoke to Manny and Leon. "Would you mind helping our client inside? We don't want the bad guys to catch us with our pants down right after all that effort to evade them."

Malone tried to stand up, but was abruptly brought down hard on one knee, dropping her makeshift bandage to brace her good hand on the ground to regain her balance. She gave herself a couple of moments before the dizzy spell passed and carefully stood and approached Morgan and Eleanor with determined steps. When she reached them, she shifted her body so she was looking at Morgan and managed to get her left hand up and place it on Morgan's forearm with effort. A new wave of nausea hit her and she struggled not to sway. Don't you bloody dare faint right now! She summoned all of her Irish ancestral stubbornness. Cuz that would be such a terrible cliché.

"Let her go, Morgan!" She rasped infusing her voice with as much calmness as she could muster. Her own insides were churning with quiet anger. She was no expert in magic, but she was no fool either. She could put two and two together well enough to understand Madeline had just been violated in some magical way by their boss and she could not, would not stand for that! But this was not the time for infighting. They needed to show a united front against an unknown enemy that exhibited a distinct cult mentality. And cultists were known for their blind devotion to their cause. And so they possessed the very unity their own team desperately needed right now as they had inadvertently dipped their toes in a pile of shit.

"Morgan." Malone insisted again but this time her voice was not but a whisper and she was more leaning into her side as attempting to pull her arm off Eleanor. She couldn't have even if she wanted to. Morgan was taller and heavier than her on top of being full on raging at the moment. The profiler didn't think she had ever seen the mysterious Miss Blackwood exhibit any such strong emotions whilst in the company of her team mates. This was something that she would dissect later in her mind. Right now she needed to diffuse this situation sooner rather than later.

"Morgan..." She made one last attempt. But this time her voice was so quiet it managed to be somehow almost intimate. As if she was speaking only for Morgan to hear, her blue eyes pleading. For what even she herself didn't know exactly. "Let her go." Malone finished and turned to look at Eleanor. "This is not over." She said, dropping the polite tone and the friendly 'Ellie' she always employed when talking with their boss. Her blue eyes burned with anger and disdain.

The Sunday Group

@Penny *holds a copy of Maleus Maleficarum, thumping the book with one hand against the other* We could always throw the book at her

I think Malone wants to get between the fighting cats

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@Alfhedil I think he needs to escape, to further the plotline.

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@Alfhedil Oh, I'm definitely taking the hit Non life threatening, but still scar worthy Poor Blaine's gonna have to dig that silver out herself!

I'll see about a response after work

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@Alfhedil If it's male, he would be bigger, yes. Blaine's form is not huge. She's more lean and relies on tactics and cunning in a fight. With them, being feral their attacks would be more frenzied and not thought out. But it would still be a brutal fight. I recon she would be badly hurt after, including that battle scar from Genevieve we discussed Her beautiful white pelt would be soaked in scarlet T_T

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@Alfhedil At least three on their side, yes. If there are more, they would have to be ill, wounded or not 100%, or Blaine would be dead before Genevieve shows up. Alpha or not

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@Alfhedil Some shenanigans posted

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Blaine Moore

Day 1, late afternoon to early evening

On her way home; running in the forest near her home

Blaine was driving home, the zing from the encounter in the Indo and the day's weird anxiety were waring in her gut, causing the most uneasy sensation. The bike ride no longer able to settle her nerves like it usually did. Still she kept to the speed limit and attentive driving even as Salem's traffic was spars, especially at this time of the day. By the time she reached her home she was a jumble of nerves. She stashed her bike in the tool shed and went inside her home in record time. She was out of her clothes and in pelt even faster, bounding for the nearing forest park.

Blaine felt so free running in pelt, the fire of the new encounter under her paws, the anxiety of the day still heavy in her belly. Her claws shot out and her speed increased making her a streak of snow white zooming between the brown of the tree trunks, chunks of dirt and fallen foliage flying in arks behind her. She had no set destination. She just needed to feel one with nature, allow herself to fall in her warm embrace and let the All Mother heal her. But still the feeling of unease persisted. Spurring her on and on faster and faster. She wasn't overly huge in her wolf form. Still she was bigger than some of the large dog breeds, but with the distinct wolf physiology. Perhaps the most striking of her wolf features were her eyes. The eyes of the Weres held a supernatural glow. And Blaine's shone even brighter against her snow white pelt. At moments she was almost surreal to look at. As if she'd stepped out of some fairytale. But she was real enough.

Her heart pounded in her wolven chest. Her nose wet with the plethora of scents. Her ears twitching and twisting to catch errant noises. Her snow beam form glided effortlessly between obstacles, trees and low shrubs. And still the anxiety haunted her. She stopped in a clearing and barely contained the urge to howl in frustration. It was not the time for howls. Still she allowed herself a soft snarl and puffed out a breath of air.

Suddenly her ears started twitching and twisting and turning like radio dishes. The scent hit her even before she heard anything. Vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. Which was strange since Blaine prided herself in her vast arsenal of known smells and scents. But this one eluded her. She knew it, yes, but from where or when she couldn't tell. There was also something else. There was a distinct foulness to it. And it was getting closer. Her ears started picking up the sounds of paw falls on the forest bed. Her danger sense kicked in, flooding her system with adrenalin. Something was coming for her or someone... Or multiple someones according to what her ears were telling her. She stood her ground. She was Were Alpha of Salem and she would not run from a fight.

As soon as she saw them, she knew something was not right with them. She also recognized the scent. It was that of the frenzied werewolf that had killed her family and turned her!

They charged!

Blaine roar-growled and threw herself into the fight.

The clearing and the surrounding forest filled with the sounds of primal battle. Angry growls. Frustrated yelps of pain. Heavy breathing. Bodies impacting against bodies. Angry snarls.