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Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

_{You pray for the storm of your life, it's over and nothing survived...}

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H A R D C A M E T H E R A I N

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Time of Day: Late Evening
Weather: Clear Skies
Location(s): Circo del Arlequín, South East Santa Celia & Argyle Street, West Santa Celia
Interaction(s): @Junkmail & @Silver Carrot

Regrouping back at the gang’s garage, Vinnie could barely contain himself as he excitedly went through Natalie’s phone for anything he could find. Scrolling through her photos, Monty rolled his eyes as Vinnie narrated the contents, making comments on each dish of food that Natalie had documented before he forwarded a couple of the girl’s selfies to his own device.

“You’re disgusting.” Monty muttered as Vinnie gleefully confirmed that he had received the pictures, holding up his phone to show the older gang member. “She’s not going to fall in love with you after you kill her pet.”

“Why not? We keep her here long enough…” Vinnie muttered as Monty shook his head.

“You’ve seen Beauty and the Beast right?”

“It’s a damn classic, ‘course I fuckin’ have.” Vinnie replied as Monty smiled briefly.

“Good, ‘cause you’re the damn Gaston in this story, so get any notion of a happy ending out of your head. We snatched the girl to kill the lizard, she’s cute, but she ain’t going to be wanting to jump your bones after we off her damn pet.” He stated dryly as Vinnie blinked a few times before responding.

“Fuck.” Vinnie muttered.

“I’m glad you’re actually listening to reas-”

“Huh?” Vinnie asked looking up, “Oh no, I just realized I never got to eat my food. Stomach’s growling something fuckin’ fierce.”

With a groan, Monty climbed out of the car the two had arrived in, looking up in surprise to see that not only had Bianca beat the pair back to their headquarters but she had the girl strung up like a marionette. In front of the pair, a bruised and battered Natalie hung from the rafters of the garage, numerous heavy chains wrapped around her wrists and anchored to the steel beams above. Beneath the petite girl was a large pan filled with water as Binaca paced back and forth, a cattle prod held firmly in her hands.

“You two morons figure out which contact on her phone is the lizard?” The woman demanded as the pair neared.

“She only has one contact, an Ellara and another text from an unknown asking her to lunch.” Vinnie chuckled. “I should reply and let the bastard down easy, maybe tell ‘im she’s tied up at the moment.”

Snatching the phone out of Vinnie’s hand, Binaca took a quick look at it as she scanned the recent message.

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^{7:45 pm}
Unknown: Would you like to grab lunch sometime?

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“It never crossed your mind, that this might fuckin’ be your lizard did it?” Binaca snapped as smacked Vinnie across the base of his skull. “For someone who wants revenge, you certainly let yourself get distracted by the first white girl with a flat ass to talk to you.”

“It’s Monty who wants re-”

“This was all your fuckin’ idea, man!” Monty interjected as Vinnie suddenly cowered and stepped back.

Opening the message, Bianca began to reply as she typed out a message to the unknown sender.

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^{9:07 pm}
How about a late supper? Pick me up from work? :Me

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Pocketing the phone as she waited for a response, Binaca turned her gaze towards Natalie as she motioned to Vinnie to follow her as she approached the woman. Studying the woman, Bianca realized the two weren’t so different in appearance. Natalie’s frame was slightly smaller and Bianca’s skin was more tanned, but from the back, the two could be mistaken for the other. An idea began to form in her head as she felt the phone vibrate in response to her earlier message.

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^{9:08 pm}
Unknown: You work at Freckles right? I’ll head over now.

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Typing a quick response to confirm the man’s answer, a smile crossed her face as the trap was set, turning towards Vinnie, Bianca spoke.

“Help me undress her, I need her uniform.”

_{Location Freckles’ - Argyle Street, Santa Celia}

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Keeping the Freckles’ hat low over her face, Bianca paced back and forth behind the rear of Freckles’ as she waited for Vinnie’s ‘Lizard’ to rear its ugly head. She was confident in her own abilities to protect her should things go South, but what she wasn’t confident in was the fact that there was even a ten foot tall lizard roaming the streets of Santa Celia. The city might have been strange, but it wasn’t that strange.

At least it hadn’t been previously.

Given her powers, Natalie’s powers and the city’s escalating crime rates, Bianca wouldn’t be surprised if they were just ahead of the curve. The gang, the accurately dubbed the Scavengers, wasn’t exactly a glamorous gig. They lacked any sort of formal leadership and instead they just went along with any get rich quick scheme suggested by an idiot like Vinnie.

Of course that did make her something of a hypocrite considering she was currently playing bait for a giant lizard. Nonetheless, Binaca figured that whoever this ‘lizard’ was, didn’t exactly walk around covered in scales all the time. They had to be normal at some point, meaning whoever was going to show up might not look the part when they arrive, but she was confident she could goad it out of them.

With Natalie still tied up back at the garage, and her phone in Binaca’s pocket, there was no way to trace Natalie’s location without Bianca’s help, meaning even if this lizard were able to overwhelm her, he’d have reason to keep her alive.

And that would hopefully lull the beast into enough of a false sense of security to storm the base and spring the trap awaiting him there.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

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Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

<sup>_______________________________________________ There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true _______________________________________________

_{___________________________________________________________________________</sup> J Ä G E R B O M B ^{__________________________________________________________________________}}

_{Location: Tír na nÓg - Milk Street}

Post #2.34: Two of Them

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_{Interaction(s): @Junkmail, @SepticGentleman and @Skai}

Previously: A Normal Evening

𐤉 _{If you go looking for a friend, you’re going to find they’re very scarce.}

Letting out a heavy sigh, Ellara looked around at the mess that aswang’s now dismembered body had created around her. Everything from the small parking lot, to the walls of the Tír na nÓg, to even the side of her Uncle’s truck had been painted in the thick, black ichor-like blood.

“How the fuck do I clean this up?” She cursed aloud as she kicked the body in front of her, her tantrum cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps as Ellara found herself gripping the hybrid weapon in her hands tighter only to relax at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Stay back, these creatures have a nasty habit of being able to remove portions of their body and be fine. Might not be dead.”

Ellara turned to look as Kayla cautiously extended an arm towards the head, flame dancing from her palm while Ellara noticed the other arm was held tightly against her body, obviously wounded. From behind her there appeared another woman, she appeared younger than either of the Tourists, perhaps even younger than herself, Ellara noted as she studied her.

Ellara couldn’t help but wonder to herself what Kyle had done to gain not only one but two very attractive women to travel with. Admittedly, Ellara had seen that Kayla’s ‘game face’ wasn’t quite as charming as the one she wore now, but her eyes weren’t doing anything while looking at the younger woman. Perhaps she was like Kyle, another mundane human who just happened to be prepared for their task at hand.

“There were two of these things?” The young woman muttered more to herself than anyone else, but Ellara’s keen ears caught her words as she watched the woman’s head turn to look at Kyle before her eyes then followed Kyle’s own gaze to look squarely back at Ellara.

“What happened?” Kyle asked her as Ellara moved her own head around as if to motion at the obvious signs of a struggle and the dead monster at her feet.

“What does it look like fuckin’ happened? You missed one and I kicked its ass straight back to whatever hell it came from.” Ellara retorted sharply. “You could have at least warned me they were still preying on this fuckin’ area.”

“We didn’t know there was more than one.” Kyle replied sternly, and genuinely, taking a moment to look down at the creature’s corpse. “And you killed this? So, you’re activated then?”

Eli blinked as she listened to their conversation, her brows furrowing slightly at the mention of an “activation”. She pursed her lips and turned back towards Kayla in case she needed help. She figured that the bartender would explain eventually.

“Activated?” Ellara asked with a raised eyebrow, lowering the shotgun axe as she gave Kyle a look of brief confusion. “Activated,” She repeated, her tone almost a hiss as though he had said something to offend her.

“I do hope you’re not about to tell me I’m some kind of fuckin’ robot and all my memories are implanted, because honestly I don’t know what the fuck what you mean by activated or what the hell you’re trying to ask me right now.” She stated before turning her gaze towards the other girl towards Kayla as she pointed with her chin, trying to mask the annoyance in her tone. “Who the fuck is she?”

“You two handle this, I’ll clean the mess up.” Kyle said to his sister and their new friend, moving away from them and towards the aswang’s corpse.

In response to Ellara’s question, Eli turned back to answer it herself. “My name is Eli. I just met the Fosters today, really,” she began, keeping her tone even so that she wouldn’t further annoy the angry bartender.

“I’m not a Tourist, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Eli wanted to ask the bartender the same question, but she thought it best to keep the conversation at a minimum for now.

“If you’re not a Tourist, how’d you end up with these two?” Ellara asked, “What? Did they save your ass or something?” She continued to speak while sizing Eli up, trying to get a read on the other younger woman. Cocking her head to the side, Ellara decided to try a bit of a different approach.

“I mean, if so I can’t say I blame them, sure looks like an ass worth saving.”

_{“Oh for fuck’s sake.”} Kyle muttered under his breath as he acted on bringing the aswang’s scattered body together, for the purpose of burning. And he was being rather quick about it.

Eli raised her eyebrows, her lips breaking into a grin as she heard Kyle’s comment nearby. She crossed her arms and shook her head. “I met Kyle earlier this morning in a crackhouse of vampires. We worked together to kill them, but for me it was more of an escape than an attack.” She hesitated a moment, unsure if she should comment on the bartender’s compliment or not. “I was in the bar earlier to eat, and I happened to run into them. They invited me to help them with this… thing.” She finished with a glance towards the pile of monster bits. She’d forgotten what these creatures were called already.

”When it comes to taking… critters on, it’s always a good idea to have as many advantages as one can get.” Kayla said, not looking at either of the two. “Even then, sometimes you have to take a hit to make sure the job gets done.”

Kayla hummed as the creatures head remained motionless and decided that she had taken enough chances for the night. She clenched her hand and uttered a quick "Neuma", raising the dismembered head from the asphalt and with a flick of the wrist sent it over to the rest of the creature’s corpse for Kyle to burn. With all the parts assembled into an untidy pile, Kyle proceeded to use another of the enchanted marbles from before on the dead creature. It went up in flames, and he simply stood and watched the body begin to collapse into ash, and the ash began to vanish into nothingness. Within a few moments, there would be nothing left of the creature.

In the distance the sound of sirens echoed through the streets of the Bottling District, the noise coming closer to the bar, no doubt a consequence of Ellara’s reckless use of a notably loud shotgun in a densely populated area.

“We should probably make ourselves scarce.” Kayla suggested offhandedly with relative disinterest, as if she had done this many times before. “We should also probably check the underground of this area. If there are two, they were likely a pair. We’ve dealt with this stuff before. Experience dictates that they’d bump nasties in a place that wouldn’t have many humans around.”

“Just stop and let’s go!” Kyle said to his sister in a somewhat aggravated tone. He turned to Eli and said, “Eli, you leave too. Keep the gun, there’s more bullets deeper in the pouch. Take care of yourself, call us if you need anything.”

Eli nodded, patting the pocket of her jacket. “Thank you. The phone works both ways, as well.” She looked to Kayla and smiled. “I hope your arm feels better in the morning.”

Kayla returned the smile for Eli’s benefit. “I do too. Have a good night, Eli. And, thank you for the help tonight. It isn’t everyday you see someone put themselves at risk to help the greater good.”

Eli simply shrugged. “I was born this way for a reason.” She looked towards Ellara. “It was nice to meet you. I’ll most likely see you next time I come for a drink.”

“I’ll be here,” Ellara smiled as she climbed into the back of the nearby truck, the trunk full of weapons and relics visible as she folded the shotgun and fitted it back into the holster before closing up the trunk and truck.

“I’m sure things around here won’t be getting any fuckin’ less strange.”

“Honey, you got a big storm comin’.” Kayla hummed. With that, the Fosters made their exit, leaving the scene behind with the arcane flames set upon the creature quickly finishing their work. Following their lead, Eli slipped into the crowd of confused drunks standing outside of the bar and disappeared in the opposite direction of the twins.

Watching the trio leave the scene, Ellara ensured the truck was locked one more time before slipping back inside. If the police were on their way to the Tír na nÓg, it would be best that Ellara was caught working, not outside with her Uncle’s truck. Looking back at the vehicle one more time, Ellara remembered that not only had she shot her Uncle, Paddy had him still tied up downstairs.

Perhaps it was time to take care of that loose end.

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Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

<sup>_______________________________________________ There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true _______________________________________________

_{___________________________________________________________________________</sup> J Ä G E R B O M B ^{__________________________________________________________________________}}

_{Location: Tír na nÓg - Milk Street}

Post #2.32: Instincts

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: A Bite To Eat

𐤉 _{That is the ultimate power, to stare death in the face and be unafraid.}

Ducking at the last possible second, Ellara felt the creature’s hot breath on her face, as she narrowly avoid the snapping of its extended jaws. A pair of leathery wings extended from its back, flapping as they guided the creature upwards into the night sky. Rolling away from where she had previously stood, Ellara could feel her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to leap into her throat and out of her mouth at any second as her mind raced trying to decide what to do next.

Feel, don’t think. You were made for this, use your instincts.

For the first time, Ellara didn’t mind having someone else’s voice inside her head. In that moment, her father’s words were oddly calming as she took a deep breath, steadying herself as she stood. In the last twenty four hours, she had learned a lot about herself, primarily having come to the realization that she was a Jäger, something not quite human. How was it, that Kayla had put it?

Hunter, but a special type.

Looking towards the sky as the winged creature circled her, Ellara had to admit to herself, if there were more creatures like this in the world, it was a good thing there were special kinds of hunters capable of taking them down.

Now if only she had a weapon to do just that.

Across the rear parking lot, the truck belonging to Ellara’s Uncle caught her eye as she remembered the contents of her father’s trunk. Looking towards the sky again, Ellara moved away from the door as she booked it across the parking lot, jumping as she lifted her knees to her chest and landed on the tailgate before rolling under the cover. Opening the trunk, she scrambled for the first gun she could get her hands on, her outstretched fingers taking a hold of a leather holster before she exited the vehicle.

Grabbing the grip of the gun, Ellara’s eyes went wide as the weapon was pulled out of the holster. Never before had she seen anything like it, as the weapon unfolded, snapping together in her hands. From the hip sized holster, she had drawn a folding-full sized shotgun. Mounted on the end of the barrel was a cruel looking axe head, unfamiliar symbols etched into the metal.

The weapon felt familiar in her hands, as if she had held it before. From behind her, the flapping of wings drew closer as Ellara cocked the pump action weapon, and spun around before delivering a blast to the chest of the creature. It shrieked in pain as its chest was pumped full of what Ellara assumed to be lead but given the contents of the chest, she couldn’t be sure the gun was firing standard buckshot.

“How’d you fuckin’ like that, you ugly motherfucker!” Ellara roared as she cocked the weapon again, and fired at the flailing creature. Pumping the weapon for a third time, Ellara pulled the trigger, only this time nothing happened.

“Fuck.” She muttered as the creature let out a cry of anguish that turned to rage, its wings beginning to flap as it charged towards Ellara. Thinking on her feet, Ellara’s eyes darted to the axe head on the end of the barrel as she moved to the side at the last minute, shifting her hands as she swung the weapon as hard as she could.

The creature hit the ground hard as an arc of blood splattered through the air. Beside Ellara, a dismembered wing flopped onto the ground, the nerves still causing the flip to flap as it moved about on the asphalt beneath her feet. Fighting back the feeling to vomit, Ellara turned towards the creature as it tried to crawl away from her, speaking as it raised a hand.

“N-no, no kill!” It screamed as Ellara lifted the axe to strike only to hesitate as she saw the fear in the creature’s eyes. Her hesitation was enough as the fear on its face immediately evaporated, turning into a snarl as the agile creature suddenly sprung forward. Claws and teeth were outstretched towards Ellara as the Jäger closed her eyes and swung.

A loud thud rang in Ellara’s ears followed by a second, quieter thud as she opened her eyes to see the decapitated body of the Aswang laying at her feet. Behind her, its head rolled across the parking lot, face still warped into a smile as it came to a stop beside the dumpster.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Ellara looked around at the mess surrounding her before speaking aloud.

“How the fuck do I clean this up?”

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

@Fetzen with your edits complete, we're happy to accept Rokur into the RP. Please repost his sheet in the character tab and feel free to post in the IC at your earliest convenience.

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Prequel

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

<sup>_______________________________________________ There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true _______________________________________________

_{___________________________________________________________________________</sup> J Ä G E R B O M B ^{__________________________________________________________________________}}

_{Location: Tír na nÓg - Milk Street}

Post #2.30: Berdugo

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: Maneater

𐤉 _{O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.}

Walking back to the bar from Kayla and Kyle’s table for a second time that night, Ellara almost had a slight skip in her step. There was something different about Kayla that left an impression with her and it wasn’t that she was a Hexenblut or that she belonged to some unseen organization. No there was something else, and Ellara couldn’t quite put her finger on it at the moment, but whatever it was, she liked it.

Watching the group leave, Ellara spotted a woman across the bar who was keeping her hungry eyes trained on the group. From Ellara’s perspective, it looked as though the woman had a particularly keen interest in Kayla as Ellara followed her gaze towards Kayla’s ass as the latter left the bar. Despite the subtle pings of jealousy gnawing at her chest, Ellara couldn’t help but shrug. It wasn’t like she could exactly blame the woman in her current position.

Kayla did after all, have one fine ass.

As the trio left, the woman stood and signaled her own waitress. Something about the whole situation felt off to Ellara but she dismissed as petty jealousy before moving back to the bar. Noticing a new customer, she moved towards him, finding it a rather odd coincidence that this man seemed completely enamored with the woman who Ellara had just been watching. There for no denying that it felt off to Ellara, it made her skin crawl as a nearly overwhelming feeling akin to nausea rolled over her.

Bringing herself to stop in front of the man, Ellara took a quick breath as she pushed back the nausea before placing a glass down loudly on the bar as she tried to subtly turn the man’s attention towards her as she prepared to make his order. However, the man in front of her didn’t get the memo as he remained completely fixated on watching the woman as she made her way out the door.

“Ahem,” Ellara cleared her throat as she leaned over the bar, “Sir, what’s your poison?” She asked as the man jumped, obviously startled before turning to look at her. Ellara wasn’t surprised to find that man unattractive, his face almost looked stitched together as though it was someone doing their best to look like a balding Asian man.

“Busy!” He replied, obviously annoyed as he waved Ellara away and turned back to watching the woman. Furrowing her brow, Ellara felt her own irritation rising as she reached out and tapped the man on the shoulder with a smile that could kill.

“Then can you please fuckin’ move away from the bar so the actual customers can get a drink?” She asked with all the malice she could muster hidden beneath a tone sweet enough to give a tooth a cavity.

The man turned around again, this time his visage had been replaced by something far uglier as pitted grey skin contrasted against bulbous black eyes, rows of needle like teeth revealing themselves as the creature hissed towards her in broken English.

“Bus-” It froze as its eyes met Ellara’s, suddenly backing away from the bar as Ellara blinked and took a step back herself, her eyes returning to normal as the face of a frightened Asian man looked back at her.

“B-b-berdugo!” The man stammered as he looked around the room again, his eyes searching for the woman from moments ago only for Ellara to realize that she too was gone. A snarl fell across Ellara’s face as she looked towards the man only to realize his fear had seemingly evaporated and he was returning her own snarl.

“Don’t even fuckin’ thi-” Ellara’s words were cut off as the surprisingly spry man suddenly leapt over the bar, tackling Ellara to the ground, her head hitting against the hard wooden floor with a thud.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” Violently escaped Ellara’s lips as she kicked the man off of her, sending him flying through the kitchen as Ellara quickly staggered to her feet and took off after him. Looking back towards the charging Jäger, the man suddenly ran for the back door as Ellara gave chase. Bursting out of the bar and into the back parking lot as the back door angrily collided against the brick exterior, Ellara looked around only to find no trace of the man she was hunting.

Turning around to head back inside, Ellara paused as the smell of rotting flesh suddenly bombarded her nose, a mass of discarded flesh dropping from above the door as the now empty sockets of a crumbled face stared up at her, the upturned mouth seemingly laughing at her. Following the discarded skin suit’s trajectory, Ellara’s eyes were drawn upwards.

And into a gaping maw of needle like teeth.