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For Queen and Country

𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗘


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A slightly less than conscious Eve awoke to the sound of a kettle screaming and the Blake on her shoulder telling her to run.

I fell asleep last night oh god.

Eve immediately bolted upright, wrapping the comforter she had been curled up in around her body as she began to tiptoe her way out the door. The sound of his footsteps caused her to bolt out the door even faster.

…Wait. His? Hers?

Who knows.

Even required a quick escape all the same. She bolted out the door and up the stairs, where she was met with the little angel who lived down the hall from Eve’s latest conquest.

Aoife Reilley was a strange girl, she was kind of what mother’s wanted their daughter’s to be – even though they were never like that. She was kind, boring, dressed nice and charitable… Probably? Eve didn’t know that much about her, that being said – she did know that girl was as gay as they came. Eve gave her a propositional smile for a second before realizing that the Blake on her shoulder would yell at her for flirting with someone during a walk of shame.

“Don’t stare too hard, a walk of shame is only a walk of shame if you can’t make it work.” Eve said, causing Aoife to recoil just ever so slightly. As if she tasted something sour. The girl opened her mouth, it snapped into her usual light smile but Eve interrupted once more. Moving past her in a slow somewhat overly cutesy fashion. “You look pleased as punch, you know Friday’s only good after you get everything done right?”

That’s right, she had lots to do today.

She kept running down the stairs to the entrance and out the door. She lived about a five minute walk from here, judging from street signs – but the nippy cold air brushed up against her wonderful, self-described sensual skin and she tried to make sure it would only be a two and a half minute jog.

Her sprint of sexual victory earned a few hollers from onlookers but Eve didn’t care, she waved a royal wave and continued jogging down the street in her bare feet and fairly large comforter. Finally getting back to their building Eve darted in and felt the warmth that she paid for so regularly comforting. The blanket was nice, but when in the outdoors it did little to help.

Approaching the door to her and Blake’s apartment she knocked three times, a signal for ‘Hey Blake, I’m coming in early, also I’m naked, covered only by a comforter and you should probably avert your innocent eyes because who knows what’s going to happen when I’m finally home.’

… It wasn’t uncommon among girlfriends, she was sure.

She liked to think of their place as Blake’s own little fortress of solitude. Because y’know, her boyfriend has never existed and she’s mean.

There’s a better joke there, but half of Eve’s mind was still overflown with champagne. She hastily creeped into the living room and poked her head into Blake’s room to make sure her roommate/live in house wife wasn’t around.

Perfect. Still no Blake, no doubt she was overrun as usual at work being Lois Lane. That should give the demon enough time.

“Okay Blake, let’s hope you’re as liberal as you act online.” Eve said huffing as she moved a small chair and lifted up a floor board. Inside were streamers, a rolled up banner and a beautiful custom made card.

The banner just read: ‘Surprise’.

But the card, beautifully written and absolutely eloquent.

The front read. “Only you could still be a virgin after all these years…” While the inside in beautiful cursive read: ”Because you’ve been living with a succubus this whole time! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3”

She would love it.

Blake probably wouldn’t.

But god damn Eve was happier than she had ever been. Maybe happy wasn’t right. She was somewhat anxious, truth be told. But she was also ecstatic. Finally Blake would get that she’s not just making terrible life decisions – she’s making them because she basically has to.

After setting up the streamers and banners on the walls and leaving the card in the middle of the coffee table, Eve went into the fridge. Luckily she was able to persuade Blake to get some take out last night. She had a small cake made in honour of the excellent news, of course another custom message for her roommate.

”No but actually, I’m a demon, from hell. I am empowered by the lust of my enemies. Love, Eve.”

It was just a casual follow through to the card in case it didn’t come across.

Short and sweet.

To the point really.

With everything set up Eve decided she’d just tell Blake that she had bought the comforter as a 1 year anniversary gift and threw it on the couch before heading to the shower for a quick wash up.

Some people might have considered that she was rushing things. That she was overloading Blake with information. But Eve didn’t think those people gave Blake enough credit. The girl rolled with punches and… She had supported Eve for a while now. In a longer life than most humans get to live, Blake was one of the first people to really worm her way into Eve’s rotten heart.

So she gets to know everything.

But she’s also still a bit of a loser, so she gets a card and a cake because she’s into that kind of stuff.

For Queen and Country

𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗢

The shower ran hot over Aila’s scars, recently adorned cuts, bruises, and sore muscles. She stood somewhat painfully with her hands on either side of the nozzle, just letting the barely too hot water shock her awake carrying some dried blood down the drain with it. She had work soon and she was trying to quit buying coffee and smoking before every shift.

She let the water continue to pour over her until it started to feel normal. That’s when she reached gingerly for a towel outside the shower, slicking her hair back over her head and out of her face. She dried herself off and threw on a pair of well-fitting sweatpants and a tank top with a campfire on the chest. She jumped onto her small old couch that a couple officers had helped her pick up from a garage sale about a week ago and flicked her tiny TV on to the weather station.

That’s when she saw it.

“Ah…” Aila started, her eyes darting over the text and small infographic on the screen. “Fuuuuuuck.” She groaned.

February 9 is the next full moon was all she really took in before her hand subconsciously grabbed a pack of smokes and her lighter. She made her own cigarettes, something growing up on a reserve taught her, not that it was a notable talent. Hey, my name’s Aila I want to save people, I can make little cancer sticks.

Her coat was snagged on the way out the door and in an instant the cold air was nipping at her shoulders, collar and ankles. Her cigarette was lit and with a long drag she turned her gaze to the moon which was still high in the air, without the light from the sun.

It wasn’t long before Aoife Reilley came skipping out of their building like the goddamned Disney princess she pretended to be. She was literally listening to Dancing in the Moonlight.

…

Yeah, no, the one by Toploader.

“Hey Aila,” Aoife began with her usual unrequited smile.

Aila turned her gaze ever so slightly towards the brunette, nodding a little, taking another long drag. “Hi,” was all the werewolf forced out. She hated being overly polite and Aoife was nice enough – but she didn’t have time for it right now.

“How’s everything?” Aoife pressed, assuming a ridiculous posture that was both childlike and… Well, kind of cute.

“It’s good.” Aila said, tossing her cigarette but in her path and stomping it out in the same stride, pushing past the older girl in order to get back into the apartment. It was too warm near Aoife anyway – it made her uncomfortable. Her feelings around that girl were odd and disjointed. In one hand, Aoife was her senior and pushing to become some kind of medical… Something. Aila wasn’t listening when Aoife went into a long-winded explanation of it. But, at the same time she did see her with Cael once which seemed like the antithesis of Aoife who Aila thought was a nun the first time they met.

“Who knows?” She mused to herself quietly getting back upstairs. She always walked to work with Stein whenever he got up and had breakfast with him if they still had time, if it was too late she’d have to go in and wake him up again. After losing his partner he had been somewhat… Out of sorts, it was a while ago but your partner is someone you want to see grow old.

Not that Aila would know, she was still a secretary. Slamming the door to her apartment in momentary frustration she heard someone shout after her but she waved it off and threw her coat at the rack near her door. Grasping the cigarettes she had sworn off less than an hour ago she once again glanced at the weather station and shoved them back into her pocket with a groan.

“This weekend is going to be shit.” She said to herself staring at the ceiling with a groan.

Her phone beeped, and she grabbed it. It was an email from work.

Expect a lot of calls today, local radio hijacked for an extremist message. Be in ASAP.

Aila looked at the phone and read the message a few times. Taking it in.

She read it once more, snagging a pillow from one end of the couch.

She screamed into it, kicking her feet back and forth before just throwing it haphazardly knocking a bottle or two off a nearby coffee table.

“God.”

She had to get going for breakfast with Stein before work, it was something of a tradition.

For Queen and Country

𝗔𝗢𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗬


♪♪

“We like our fun and we don’t fight”

Aoife danced in a way that would make you think she might have been practicing. But mostly it was because no one was watching. She twisted and turned with a smile emblazoned on her face. The living room was a mess, but hell – she didn’t care all that much. She was dancing on top of a chair whose cushions were torn to shreds. But all the sudden her alarm blared through her ears, she was still dancing when it sounded she glanced at Stef’s door for a few long moments, letting the alarm play through for just a few more seconds before turning it off. Alarms were weird for her, they didn’t make anything but sound. Her senses were only amplified to humans because of their emotions, others too of course – but the point of the matter was that a computerized sound never tasted like anything. Which was weird to the young angel. Something she’d have to get used to. But with the sun coming up over the horizon and morning breaking, it was time to fix things. She paused the song for a minute.

She sighed a small sigh of relief and got to work. She’d have to buy new cushions for her chair, Stef had taken a massive bite out of it… She’d also have to try and find an outfit that covered her collar completely – to avoid suspicion. She didn’t need anyone to know that she was lodging a vampire, otherwise they’d come for Stef. Aoife wouldn’t allow that. Once, Stef had referred to Aoife as a guardian angel, which had given her too much pride to back down from having Stef as her charge at this point. Besides, she had helped raise more than a few orphans and runaways. She could do this. Popping into her room she hurriedly sorted through a pile of clothes. She needed to do laundry so her options were limited but she managed to find a sweater that pretty well covered her collar, although it seemed that when she walked it shifted a little, she’d just have to remember to cover it up so Stef didn’t see it.

She skipped over to the kitchen, making sure to clean up the small trails of the disastrous night in her path. By the time she was looking for eggs to make the room looked pretty much spotless and Stef wasn’t due up for at least a little while still. But there was no eggs.

Darn.

Aoife took out a small notepad she used to leave Stef notes and jotted down a quick message.

“Hey girl,
Just running to the store to buy some breakfast supplies!

Stay Hungry,
Aoife <3”

And with that she had a jacket thrown on to ward herself from the cool February air and she was off.

Aoife hit play.

“Everybody’s dancing in the moonlight ~” She sang in a singsony voice that was almost definitely at least a little off-key. But as she was exiting she saw a girl smoking outside the building that she recognized. “Hey Aila,” Aoife began with her usual unrequited smile.

“Hi.” Aila responded, not making eye contact, her voice felt like pins and needles and smelt like pine. It was an emotion Aoife had gotten accustomed to feeling brush against her with the cool morning air.

“How’s everything?” The angel asked, placing her hands behind her back and clasping them tightly. She always tried to spin these encounters in some kind of positive way, it just didn’t work all too often.

“It’s good.” She said throwing her cigarette to the ground and brushing past Aoife on her way back up to the building.

“Okay, bye!” Aoife said in a slightly raised voice as the Canadian girl made her exit. The scent of pine drifted out of Aoife’s mind as she turned back on her way to the store. It was nice, Aila was nice in general, most people who were that sad were usually incredibly rude but Aila was always polite.

In Aoife’s mind that counted for something.

She continued on her way, a smile on her lips as the warmth of the sun made its presence known to Aoife, she could feel it on her wings. Even if no one else could see or feel them. It felt really nice. Aoife popped into the grocery store and immediately ran smack into a woman, in turn pausing her song. The woman had darker hair, she was tall and had a fairly imposing face. She wore dark sunglasses that completely blocked Aoife from seeing her eyes, but the posture, the way about her – it was pretty obvious who this was.

“Oh, Ms. English, I’m very sorry please-“ She began, but the older woman had no time for the young angel.

She sighed a deep, breathy sigh that felt like a punch to the gut. “Its fine, Aoife was it?” Her unsureness about her name sounded like a certain amount of contempt and bored intolerance.

“Yes Ma’am…” Aoife managed to stutter out, she felt the taste of warm iron in her mouth, like it was blood and it was intensifying rapidly. “I’ll get out of your way now.”

“Please.” Eleanor English strode past the young Angel, a shopping bag in hand, but Aoife couldn’t quite make out any of it.

Making her way to the aisle with some eggs in it she managed to grab a twelve pack, a small carton of milk, some cheese – all of the fixings for a good breakfast. Happy with herself, she took her small basket to the checkout line, and waited as there was a burly man in front of her already checking out. He had rough skin that looked like it had seen a few years of hard labour, most likely somewhere where it was warm. And coarse short blond hair. She recognized the aura anywhere, Officer Monythebeng’s was always something of an oddity. A false yellow.

He was purchasing what could only be described as an industrial bottle of Advil, along with some coffee creamer, a bottle of red wine and a dozen bagels.

… Aoife was always nice, but Officer Monyethebeng was an odd duck.

“Ah hey,” he started, turning to see who was waiting behind him. “Yer one of them high schoolers right?” He asked.

“Oh, no my name is Aoife – we’ve met a few times actually I’m studying in pre-me-“ Aoife started to helpfully explain.

“Alright, don’t do drugs Eva.” He said, his voice felt like an uneasy breeze and smelled like alcohol.

That might not have been the Empathy actually.

“You need a bag for those?” The cashier asked as Aoife heard the door ring, Officer Monyethebeng already on his way out. She zoned out for a second.

“Oh, yes two bags please!” She said, quickly grabbing a few bills from her pocket that she had stuffed in before leaving the house.

On her way back to the apartment the sun had come up a bit more, not enough to be significant – but enough to really consider this the morning now. She took a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled with a huge smile on her face, restarting her song once more.

"Everybody was dancing in the moonlight."

Sure, last night Stef had one of her episodes – she still needed to find someone to teach her how to control that. But she was fine, Stef didn’t drink too much of her blood and the worst had passed. Besides, it was Friday and Cael had a plan for tonight – not that he bothered to clue Aoife into it.

Finally making her way back up the stairs, bounding up them she passed by a lady wearing what could only be an entire comforter. She looked at Aoife with a wicked grin.

“Don’t stare too hard, a walk of shame is only a walk of shame if you can’t make it work.” Eve said her voice tasted like red wine and dark chocolate all at once. It was really overpowering and frankly way too much for Aoife to handle this early in the morning. “You look pleased as punch, you know Friday’s only good after you get everything done right?” Eve asked with a playful grin, smooshing past Aoife and continuing her quick walk back from whatever bed she crawled out of.

Aoife didn’t pay it much mind – she might’ve lived around some weird people. But they just helped make her morning what it was! It was pretty great, all things considered.

There wasn’t much to complain about.

Walking back into the small pseudo-two bedroom apartment (Aoife’s room was converted from an old walk in closet) she got to making breakfast for her and Stef. She had the feeling that today, among everything else – would be good.

For Queen and Country

ELEANOR

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Eleanor English.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• 5'7", fairly athletic build thought not too noticeably, seems to be in great shape for her age.
• She dresses in a fashion that seems like a good blend of style and substance. Designer coats with jeans and sunglasses. The one thing that is notable is just how expensive most of her clothes look to be.
• An absolute charmer, something of a perfect politician. She had spent a great deal of time perfecting her fake laugh, smile and happy gaze.
• Holds herself with the utmost amount of confidence, almost never hesitating in any manner.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Celebrity, ex-con, too many to list really. She owns a large manor just outside of Edgetoun, however, that is notable for taking in those who many need lodging under difficult circumstances. She has amassed enough money to not work a single day in her life, which is saying something given she won’t die of natural causes.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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It’s just her, baby.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Eleanor’s life began with politics, with politics came worship, and with worship came addiction. This is something that Eleanor does not fight, but revels in, she is a hedonist at heart. Eleanor is thickheaded to the logical extreme, it took her until the 15th century to admit to herself that she had a problem. Eleanor is not impulsive in the slightest. If anything she contemplates her actions for years, if not centuries before taking one. Perhaps one of the most consistent themes through Eleanor’s life is her ability to be convincing. She has a funny and charismatic way of worming her preferred course of action into any one conversation.

Eleanor hates being told no, more so than most responses she can receive. It’s most likely why she spent so much time learning how to convince people to say yes. But that hate she feels when she is denied is very much indicative of her potential anger. Eleanor is the woman that will raze a country to spite one resident. That being said, you’d never know. She hides her hand close to her chest and is nearly impossible to read what with her wisdom garnered over the centuries.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Eleanor has had an incredibly glamourous life at least, for parts of it. Whenever someone lives for nearly a millennia there are ups and downs. Eleanor’s life started in France, but by 1152 she had moved to England and never returned to her homeland. In that time Eleanor had been married off once, the first time when she was 17 and a second time when she was 30. It would be approximately ten years later that her life would become more than it ever should have. A casual invitation from foreign emissaries turned into an invasion. Late at night Eleanor was taken from her bed and turned to a vampire. Her sire, a woman who had been alive since nearly the turn of the millennia was part of an ancient order.

The woman would continue to harass Eleanor for years, forcing her to flee the country. It was 1160 when Eleanor entered Croatia and hid there until 1255. That near-century was spent experimenting with her new set of rules. Weaknesses in her physical form, newfound abilities, strengths, and hungers. In 1255, when her sire returned to reap what she had sewn all those decades ago, Eleanor was prepared.

By the time the sun came up the woman had so many stakes through her that she wasn’t wholly recognizable as a person anymore. Eleanor, free to do as she wanted. She, for the next 600 years spent a different century in a different country. In no particular order she spent time in Egypt, Spain, China, America, Russia, and Greece. She has become fluent in all of the primary languages of those countries, including of course English. She cannot, however, speak French.

It was in 1955 that she returned to England, specifically she made her way to London. She spent a great deal of time observing how politics, regional, provincial and federal had progressed to this point. She had no interest in a throne anymore, for as time marched ever swiftly forward there was a new throne being made. One of the public eye – and Eleanor had her heart and eyes set on it. However her ‘information gathering’ quickly turned to stalking, which did get her arrested for a brief 12 years.

But who could have predicted her luck when a small berg named Edgetoun, a place only spitting distance from a property she had acquired shortly before going to jail, would be the tipping point for the ‘other’s’ as humans had taken to calling her kind. The prophetic import of a cowardly werewolf’s conscience twitching couldn’t have been understood by anyone at the time. Nor did it need to be. Her plan was in motion at last.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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Kitty Corner – An establishment that Eleanor is looking into purchasing, she’ll have her fill of window shopping first, of course.

Edgetoun Museum of Art – In preparation, Eleanor has been frequenting the art museum for the past few weeks on Sundays and Mondays. Just to take in the atmosphere of the town.

Richmond’s – Quelle surprise. It’s a wonderful little dining hall and Eleanor can’t say no to good service.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Caspian and Calypso - Her biggest weakness and her purpose. She would rend heaven and reap hell before letting something happen to either.

For Queen and Country

ELEANOR

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Eleanor English.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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40s (896)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• 5'7", fairly athletic build thought not too noticeably, seems to be in great shape for her age.
• She dresses in a fashion that seems like a good blend of style and substance. Designer coats with jeans and sunglasses. The one thing that is notable is just how expensive most of her clothes look to be.
• An absolute charmer, something of a perfect politician. She had spent a great deal of time perfecting her fake laugh, smile and happy gaze.
• Holds herself with the utmost amount of confidence, almost never hesitating in any manner.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Celebrity, ex-con, too many to list really. She owns a large manor just outside of Edgetoun, however, that is notable for taking in those who many need lodging under difficult circumstances. She has amassed enough money to not work a single day in her life, which is saying something given she won’t die of natural causes.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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It’s just her, baby.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Eleanor’s life began with politics, with politics came worship, and with worship came addiction. This is something that Eleanor does not fight, but revels in, she is a hedonist at heart. Eleanor is thickheaded to the logical extreme, it took her until the 15th century to admit to herself that she had a problem. Eleanor is not impulsive in the slightest. If anything she contemplates her actions for years, if not centuries before taking one. Perhaps one of the most consistent themes through Eleanor’s life is her ability to be convincing. She has a funny and charismatic way of worming her preferred course of action into any one conversation.

Eleanor hates being told no, more so than most responses she can receive. It’s most likely why she spent so much time learning how to convince people to say yes. But that hate she feels when she is denied is very much indicative of her potential anger. Eleanor is the woman that will raze a country to spite one resident. That being said, you’d never know. She hides her hand close to her chest and is nearly impossible to read what with her wisdom garnered over the centuries.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Eleanor has had an incredibly glamourous life at least, for parts of it. Whenever someone lives for nearly a millennia there are ups and downs. Eleanor’s life started in France, but by 1152 she had moved to England and never returned to her homeland. In that time Eleanor had been married off once, the first time when she was 17 and a second time when she was 30. It would be approximately ten years later that her life would become more than it ever should have. A casual invitation from foreign emissaries turned into an invasion. Late at night Eleanor was taken from her bed and turned to a vampire. Her sire, a woman who had been alive since nearly the turn of the millennia was part of an ancient order.

The woman would continue to harass Eleanor for years, forcing her to flee the country. It was 1160 when Eleanor entered Croatia and hid there until 1255. That near-century was spent experimenting with her new set of rules. Weaknesses in her physical form, newfound abilities, strengths, and hungers. In 1255, when her sire returned to reap what she had sewn all those decades ago, Eleanor was prepared.

By the time the sun came up the woman had so many stakes through her that she wasn’t wholly recognizable as a person anymore. Eleanor, free to do as she wanted. She, for the next 600 years spent a different century in a different country. In no particular order she spent time in Egypt, Spain, China, America, Russia, and Greece. She has become fluent in all of the primary languages of those countries, including of course English. She cannot, however, speak French.

It was in 1955 that she returned to England, specifically she made her way to London. She spent a great deal of time observing how politics, regional, provincial and federal had progressed to this point. She had no interest in a throne anymore, for as time marched ever swiftly forward there was a new throne being made. One of the public eye – and Eleanor had her heart and eyes set on it. However her ‘information gathering’ quickly turned to stalking, which did get her arrested for a brief 12 years.

But who could have predicted her luck when a small berg named Edgetoun, a place only spitting distance from a property she had acquired shortly before going to jail, would be the tipping point for the ‘other’s’ as humans had taken to calling her kind. The prophetic import of a cowardly werewolf’s conscience twitching couldn’t have been understood by anyone at the time. Nor did it need to be. Her plan was in motion at last.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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Kitty Corner – An establishment that Eleanor is looking into purchasing, she’ll have her fill of window shopping first, of course.

Edgetoun Museum of Art – In preparation, Eleanor has been frequenting the art museum for the past few weeks on Sundays and Mondays. Just to take in the atmosphere of the town.

Richmond’s – Quelle surprise. It’s a wonderful little dining hall and Eleanor can’t say no to good service.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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She has outlived all family, as she was the only one turned.

For Queen and Country

EVE

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Evelyn de les Beauchamp et Lumieres.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Confidence seeps out of her pores like no one else. Prolonged eye contact, no boundaries, the full Monty.
• Clothing that is nice, but not overly expensive. Lounging in dress shirts she has collected like trophies, sundresses on walks, and nice flannel when working at the bar.
• Small scarring on the small of her back, looks pretty nasty it is small but very easily visible. No tattoos or piercings.
• Wears her hair down in only the most casual way, but has been known to sometimes throw it up into a messy bun when she’s nervous. Which is nearly never, but who knows.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Bartender at The Slye Fox.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Nah.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Frankly, there are some weird stereotypes for lust demons. It’s not all ‘I want to get at your bits’ and nothing else. Lust is read as strictly sexual, but people forget about those who lust for power, conquest, and all the other essentials for a fun Friday night. But, well when Eve is concerned you’d be forgiven for not remembering how singular lust can be. Eve is a very singular person, she can make you feel like you’re the only person in the world or just one of a million.. Eve is a sucker, however, for a friend. She may not act like it, she may even lie to herself about it, but Eve hates being alone. She works a social job, lives with a girl that is the source thousands of people get their news from, she likes the white noise of her life. She enjoys the hustle, there isn’t a doubt about that.

Past all that though Eve is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to three things. Mixing drinks, social… Engagements, and loyalty. A mate is a mate for a night, a friend is a friend for life – As Eve likes to remind people. She has something of complex emotions surrounding other people, granted you wouldn’t know this by the way she acts, but one might infer through her actions. She is almost begging for attention in certain situations – not exactly an oddity among lust demons. All that to say, she has her flaws – even if she is confident to no apparent end and could be a textbook definition for the antonym of shy.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Eve keeps her background pretty low key, but one of the few times she was drunkenly ranting to Blake about her past she did let a small story slip.

At one point in her life, when she was still living in France or perhaps Quebec no doubt, she mentioned a war. It isn't clear which one, but she doesn't look a day older than 25 so it's probably Afghanistan right?

The story drones on, it isn't all that interesting. She was with a nurse at the time, he goes off to war - the usual sappy story about writing and writing. Eventually Eve is delivered a coffin and a flag. She keeps the flag in her suitcase, folded incredibly neatly. It is around this point in the story that Eve gets quiet and even vaguer. Something about making amends, and showing them the consequences of their actions. She then showed her friend her scar, and after a truly strange fifteen seconds of silence laughed it off as some old bullshit that doesn't matter anymore and went to her room.

There are seeming holes in the story, how could she have been old enough to be with someone during the time of a war? What are the consequences she talked about? Eve is nothing if not an enigma, as is her history.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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ᴋɪᴛᴛy ᴋᴏʀɴᴇʀ ➞ On slow nights for the bar, or just when Eve wants to pick up some extra money she strips here. She isn’t a regular but rather a once a week kind of girl, every once in a while she’ll also attend as a voyeur. Lust demon gonna lust. Her stage name is Lights.
The Slye Fox ➞ A small old creaky pub that Eve works at. It hosts primarily two crowds. Tough guys that drink tough beer because they’re tough, and a lot of hipsters looking for something ‘classic’.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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RELATIONSHIPS

𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪
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"She’s a little firecracker isn’t she? She’ll go far with an attitude like that."

Eh I’d serve her if she came in. Think Nico would mind too much? Probably. But hell, she’s a cute one and she reminds me too much of myself to resist. Frankly it’s a wonder she hasn’t already come in. Although I’m sure there’s a cooler bar or club that she frequents I just get that vibe from her.

𝗞𝗔𝗟𝗜 𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗
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"Yeah, I mean, damn."

Named after the goddess of destruction, I’ll probably keep a wide berth – but with a face like that she could get me to come a little bit closer, she’s my kind of woman. She seems fine though, nothing that I’ll have to protect… My apartment from.

𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗟 𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗟𝗘𝗬
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"Dhamp’s drink free, house rules."

Most others live for as long or longer than humans. These kids really get the raw end of the stick, as far as I’m concerned they’re welcome anytime in the bar. I’m not going to say shit to the cops or Nico about one of them asking for some liquid Advil. Can’t say it’s ethical to be feeding alcohol to a 17 year old kid, but what would you do if someone who was less than 20 years out of dying from old age came you’re your bar. Because I’d start pouring shots.

𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗟𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗦
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"He’s the one that fixes everyone’s dogs? How bad could he be?."

Part of me hopes he’s at least a little bad. At least in the way that makes Blake all chastisey and red. He’s a looker, there’s no doubt about it. I wonder if Blake is into older men… It’s worth asking, at least a few dozen times – in case she’s embarrassed. Strictly to help her out, of course. Regardless, in case we adopt a dog it’s good to know there’s someone reliable in town..

𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗢 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗬
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"Works for me."

I’m not planning on thinking about her too much. When I’m with her she has my full attention, but if I want to see her next week it’s best if I don’t think too hard about what we mean to each other and where we’ll be in another week, or a month. I-

I don’t really want to think about it. The way I act around her reminds me of the way my neighbor acts around me, which tells me I should probably take him out for coffee at some point.

𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡
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"My little Blakey angel cakey. She’ll make someone very happy one day – or she’ll keep whining about the cost of her reduced rent for living with me, coin flip really."

Blake is at all times my soulmate, best friend, Tamagotchi, pet rat, Clark Kent, and mother. Needless to say our relationship transcends the trashy Thai food and Netflix we consume together. People never really know what to make of us, but that’s alright because I don’t know if we’ve made everything of each other yet either. I think I’m going to tell her about everything… I hope she doesn’t become afraid of me or something.

But she wouldn’t. It’s Blake. She’s one of the best girls you could meet. But I’ll never tell her that. Still, if she ever needed something or someone hurt her in some way… Well I’d burn Edgetoun to the ground either getting what she needed or my own revenge. I don’t know why or how we became so close over this past year of living with each other. But at some point my bugging her for cuddles turned into cuddles. My complaining about never having anyone to shop with turned into mall trips.

I don’t know it’s nice having a friend again.

𝗔𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗬𝗫
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"Honestly, I don’t know."

I couldn’t tell you a thing about the guy. Scares me a bit – mainly for that reason. But from what I’ve seen of him around town he is out in the sunlight enough to not be planning anything major or be so confident in his plans that he’s going to run this town into the ground. Make of that what you will but take it from a demon when I say you might wanna stay away.

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
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"Simone, hm? I think Blake told me she works at the bookstore – haven’t had the pleasure of introducing myself yet, but if there were ever a potential protégé..."

She’s got the look in spades and the attitude on even tighter lock. I like her, honestly there isn’t much to dislike with this one. I appreciate what she stands for and that she stands for it. I have no bead on her as far as other-status which makes me lean towards human. But I’m not too sure, she seems young..

𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡
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"He is the tool I use to embarrass Blake on the regular."

He is generally attractive enough for me to make jokes about him fixing our plumbing to Blake. And I thank him for that every chance I get. Of course, he doesn’t play ball but he’s got enough mystery in him to keep me curious for the next while. Chances that he’s human? I’d say 70-30 against. But it’s hard to tell nowadays..

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪
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"We, in the Eve and Blake household do not like competition, sorry Colin."
He’s a cutie, but Blake would kill me so it’s hands off until she decides she doesn’t want to win the hearts and minds of the UK.

𝗔𝗢𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗬
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"An Angel, by all accounts.."

I mean I’m a lust demon, she might as well be the Virgin Mary reincarnated. I’m not interested in crossing paths, no matter how many people tell me she’s little Mrs. Sunshine..

𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗚
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"Yup, I’ll take a tall glass of that."

If I told you, prowling around the streets of Edgetoun every night there was 250 lbs of pure American corn-fed beef stomping around, would you believe me? Well he frequents my bar and he says y’all. I might faint if he wasn’t already feeling something for somebody. But with an accent that thick I don’t know who he could’ve met yet, that lucky duck..

𝗞𝗘𝗜
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"A little too preppy for my tastes."

She looks like she could be nearly high school-aged, but she’s older than I am. I don’t know if she’s an other but that would certainly explain the youthfulness. I can’t believe she’s nearly 30 – honestly..

𝗟𝗨𝗞𝗔 𝗣𝗔𝗩𝗟𝗢𝗩
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"A lot of people take the credit of having a smile that will light up an entire room, but damn he’s got one."

He’s probably old, older than mid 30s that’s for sure. My only grounds for proof are how wonderfully his handles the aging process – frankly. But I believe that he isn’t human. Don’t tell Blake! Or she’ll try to interview him or something weird like that.

𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗘𝗞
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"The voice I listen to when I need to know if it’s going to rain tomorrow. Can also have some fun listening to her callers."

I think Captain America has a Texas-sized crush on lil’ miss radio host. His accent is easier to pick out than an American in the UK and he calls more than any other single person I can think of off the top of my head. That being said she seems to answer quite a bit too. Perhaps they’re hooking up on the side.

𝗟𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗩𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗚
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"I work in a bar, I know enough to know to stay away from his business."

I’ve got nothing more worth saying.

AILA ATLEO
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"She’s built like a tank and looks like a soldier, big nope from me."

She’s also like 19 so Blake would call me gross.

For Queen and Country

AILA

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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(Kawennahere) Aila Atleo.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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19

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Aila is in incredible physical shape for an nineteen year old girl. She has the fitness level approaching that of an Olympic athlete. She has very well defined core and leg muscles and slightly less shoulder and upper arm muscle definition. She has long black hair that reaches her mid to lower back. She will typically either have one large braid that goes down her right shoulder – or she will let it flow completely let down. She usually wears a jacket that her father used to wear, and underneath that a plaid flannel shirt and typically a pair of jeans, weather be damned. Aila sports a pair of winter boots she found in a men’s room at a pit stop on her way to Edgetoun and doesn’t own any other shoes.

Aila’s body is noticeably scarred, many claw and teeth marks reaching anywhere from her hips to her neck including one rather nasty scar on the side of her throat. She has found that she has a hard time staying out of fights and as such typically has some kind of wound on her face. One notable example is when she was under investigation, just a day after the ‘other’ story came out. She had to reapply a wound twice during the investigation to due to her advanced healing. Her original bite mark is perhaps the most clear scar on her body and it is on her right outer thigh. Aila has orangey brown eyes and larger lips than she enjoys. Though they make for prime biting material. She will sometimes be found wearing a rather simple denim button up shirt. This is notably the only outfit Aila wears when she is attempting to dress up for someone. She doesn’t wear it for a full day very often.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Secretary at the Police Department.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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A werewolf without a pack.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Aila is easily excited by many things, and likes to talk to people – however due to experiences in her past with the Mi’kmaq tribe of werewolves, she believe herself to be incredibly inadequate at most things. While she can put this worry inside for business, for example performing secretarial duties at a police station. Aila’s weariness is heavily linked to her former status as an Epsilon. Turned from the age of eight years old she is heavily defensive and dislikes walking home at night – even though she could physically overpower most potential assailants. As Aila has been living a life filled with violence and the murder of friends since she was eight years old - she has a strange relationship with violence. On one hand, it is extremely casual for her to witness. On the other - she avoids it at all costs not due to fear but due to a more complicated sense of pattern.

Aila has only once been in a relationship and it was unhealthy for her. But something in her soul wants her to find love and she hasn’t stopped looking. She often finds herself fluttering at the call of her name and is rather easily impressionable as far as crushes go. She, however rarely fully commits to acting on her crushes. Typically, she’ll out herself as having a crush on a certain person and immediately afterwards distance herself. Forgoing further contact is usually the plan of attack from there. Two quirks Aila has is her absolute adoration of spooning (she is the littlest spoon) and dancing. Though she doesn’t get much time to practice either with her lack of relationships and fear that someone may see her dancing. Her joy of dancing comes from her late mother, who was a professional dancer.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Aila comes from a small reserve locally known as Kettlepoint, do to a large amount of rocks, the tops of which look like kettles located along the shore of the reserve. To visit, Kettlepoint is a nice enough place. Dour weather be damned, the vistas are beautiful and there are a few cheaper bars and cigarette stands. Not the worst place to spend the afternoon if you got stuck there. However, spending fifteen years there can be... More than painful. Aila knows this first hand. Her parents both passed away from external causes when she was too young to make sure she remembered their faces and she was taken in by a local gang who, unbeknownst to the young girl, were werewolves.

By the time she was eight, they turned her in a ritualistic ceremony and from that moment on Aila's life was simpler. She did what the pack wanted and her life was easier. When she struck out, her life was harder. There isn't much to analyze, or anything to say about it - when Aila left the pack at the age of 17 she gave them a diversion and left absolutely nothing behind. No family, no money, nothing. Aila worked in a diner for a week, bought a plane ticket out of the country - the cheapest one she could find that'd get her off the same landmass as her old pack. And somehow along the way she ended up in Edgetoun about a year and a half later.

Aila has done well for herself recently. She's got a small apartment to herself, a job at the police station working as the secretary and she hasn't killed anyone in at least two years now. She feels, a lot saner.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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The Crypt Café - It's kind of nice, pretty quiet, and as a bonus they play the exact type of music that Aila loves to dance to. Nothing crazy, just low-key feel good music.

Grandville - The best place in town for books. Aila can often be found sitting in the aisles reading, being told that she should buy that in a non-serious way before the staff go back to their standing around.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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There isn't any.

For Queen and Country

AILA

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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(Kawennahere) Aila Atleo.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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19

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Aila is in incredible physical shape for an nineteen year old girl. She has the fitness level approaching that of an Olympic athlete. She has very well defined core and leg muscles and slightly less shoulder and upper arm muscle definition. She has long black hair that reaches her mid to lower back. She will typically either have one large braid that goes down her right shoulder – or she will let it flow completely let down. She usually wears a jacket that her father used to wear, and underneath that a plaid flannel shirt and typically a pair of jeans, weather be damned. Aila sports a pair of winter boots she found in a men’s room at a pit stop on her way to Edgetoun and doesn’t own any other shoes.

Aila’s body is noticeably scarred, many claw and teeth marks reaching anywhere from her hips to her neck including one rather nasty scar on the side of her throat. She has found that she has a hard time staying out of fights and as such typically has some kind of wound on her face. One notable example is when she was under investigation, just a day after the ‘other’ story came out. She had to reapply a wound twice during the investigation to due to her advanced healing. Her original bite mark is perhaps the most clear scar on her body and it is on her right outer thigh. Aila has orangey brown eyes and larger lips than she enjoys. Though they make for prime biting material. She will sometimes be found wearing a rather simple denim button up shirt. This is notably the only outfit Aila wears when she is attempting to dress up for someone. She doesn’t wear it for a full day very often.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Secretary at the Police Department.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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A werewolf without a pack.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Aila is easily excited by many things, and likes to talk to people – however due to experiences in her past with the Mi’kmaq tribe of werewolves, she believe herself to be incredibly inadequate at most things. While she can put this worry inside for business, for example performing secretarial duties at a police station. Aila’s weariness is heavily linked to her former status as an Epsilon. Turned from the age of eight years old she is heavily defensive and dislikes walking home at night – even though she could physically overpower most potential assailants. As Aila has been living a life filled with violence and the murder of friends since she was eight years old - she has a strange relationship with violence. On one hand, it is extremely casual for her to witness. On the other - she avoids it at all costs not due to fear but due to a more complicated sense of pattern.

Aila has only once been in a relationship and it was unhealthy for her. But something in her soul wants her to find love and she hasn’t stopped looking. She often finds herself fluttering at the call of her name and is rather easily impressionable as far as crushes go. She, however rarely fully commits to acting on her crushes. Typically, she’ll out herself as having a crush on a certain person and immediately afterwards distance herself. Forgoing further contact is usually the plan of attack from there. Two quirks Aila has is her absolute adoration of spooning (she is the littlest spoon) and dancing. Though she doesn’t get much time to practice either with her lack of relationships and fear that someone may see her dancing. Her joy of dancing comes from her late mother, who was a professional dancer.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Aila comes from a small reserve locally known as Kettlepoint, do to a large amount of rocks, the tops of which look like kettles located along the shore of the reserve. To visit, Kettlepoint is a nice enough place. Dour weather be damned, the vistas are beautiful and there are a few cheaper bars and cigarette stands. Not the worst place to spend the afternoon if you got stuck there. However, spending fifteen years there can be... More than painful. Aila knows this first hand. Her parents both passed away from external causes when she was too young to make sure she remembered their faces and she was taken in by a local gang who, unbeknownst to the young girl, were werewolves.

By the time she was eight, they turned her in a ritualistic ceremony and from that moment on Aila's life was simpler. She did what the pack wanted and her life was easier. When she struck out, her life was harder. There isn't much to analyze, or anything to say about it - when Aila left the pack at the age of 17 she gave them a diversion and left absolutely nothing behind. No family, no money, nothing. Aila worked in a diner for a week, bought a plane ticket out of the country - the cheapest one she could find that'd get her off the same landmass as her old pack. And somehow along the way she ended up in Edgetoun about a year and a half later.

Aila has done well for herself recently. She's got a small apartment to herself, a job at the police station working as the secretary and she hasn't killed anyone in at least two years now. She feels, a lot saner.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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The Crypt Café - It's kind of nice, pretty quiet, and as a bonus they play the exact type of music that Aila loves to dance to. Nothing crazy, just low-key feel good music.

Grandville - The best place in town for books. Aila can often be found sitting in the aisles reading, being told that she should buy that in a non-serious way before the staff go back to their standing around.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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There isn't any.

RELATIONSHIPS

𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪
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"We’ve spoken, a lot actually. She’s getting something out of it but her questions are a lot cheaper than therapy. I should probably tell her to not miss school as often as she does, especially since I work for the police. But I know she has more important things going on right now."

Ah, it’s honestly scary thinking about her or talking to her. It’s the closest to having a friend that I’ve been in a long time, from what I can tell she seems to like me – so we’re started on the right foot at least.

I don’t really know what kind of advice to give her as far as joining a pack goes – but I don’t think that’s the kind of advice she’s looking for from me anyway. I only know a lot of traditional information about werewolves. Comes with the turf of being ritually turned into one by a bunch of fanatics I guess. I dunno, I should probably teach her how to throw a solid right hook next honestly.

𝗞𝗔𝗟𝗜 𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗
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"Yeah, she seems nice."

I know the smell of an Epsilon, the look in their eyes. Always looking for where the next threat is going to come from. I’m going to have to speak with her, or approach her in some way eventually – otherwise her pack will probably chew me alive and spit me back out. But, I don’t want to, I’m honestly terrified.

It's something else when you see someone you know may try to kill you. I think that was her. She might ambush me when I'm doing groceries, or when I'm walking Stef home after a date. I think about it when I wake up, when I shower. I could have met the person who kills me.

𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗟 𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗟𝗘𝗬
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"He seems sweet, in a kind of understated way."

I don’t know, I get the impression that he’s nice. I’m a weird age for this town, a lot of adults, a lot of high school students, not too many who are around my age.

𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗟𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗦
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"A vet, always good to know one."

I already have him saved in my phone as my emergency number just in case. I’m not taking a single chance with any hunters out there, I don’t know this town, country or people. So yeah, you bet I found the first vet I could and wrote his number down. Survival only happens when you anticipate.

𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗢 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗬
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"She’s way too attractive for how much they charge as cover."

O-or so I’ve heard ha. Ha ha.

I don’t know man, a girl’s got temptations okay?.

𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡
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"Pretty famous for her age, especially considering she’s garnered that fame from her mind."

She seems like a good role model, and a great person to know – someone with an ear to the ground. Maybe I should reach out, I do work at the police station I’m sure I’d be a valuable contact, or something. I don’t really know how to be a contact.

𝗔𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗬𝗫
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"What kind of name is that?"

Is that a planet in Star Wars or something?

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
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"She seems up front, I can respect that."

One thing I’ve learned about British punk culture is that it isn’t all that different from Native culture. We show our true colours no matter what, and it is often in a way that is to spit in the face of the man, they do much the same. Maybe she isn’t trying to send a message but I like how she operates nonetheless.
She also works at Grandville, I spend a lot of time there. She always lets me keep reading while they close and only kicks me out once they lock up! Frankly, I’d die for her. Not actually, I don’t wanna die, but like you know. She’s nice.

𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡
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"He owns like what? The city?."

A guy with that much money is either super shady or it’s been going back centuries. As much as I’m usually suspicious, I don’t know I think he’s probably just got rich parents or something. He’s got kind eyes I think? Maybe I’m just a terrible judge of character. Maybe he’s just a bit too attractive for em to properly judge. It could be a lot of things okay?!.

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪
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"He exudes stress and weariness that feel kind of familiar, which is sad. I think he’s some kind of reporter or journalist?."

I see him alone around the Daily Grind sometimes, I mean he has his dog, but I don’t know he just seems really lonely. I might be reading into it I can’t really tell honestly.

𝗔𝗢𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗬
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"She’s, really nice – actually."

I mean seriously, I don’t know if there’s anything else I can say about her. But it was to the point where I was legitimately worried about my safety. No one is that nice, it’s freaky, she’s freaky.

𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗚
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"I mean, everyone knows that the hottest cop in town works nights. Don’t tell anyone I said that!"

I can’t help it, the guy looks like an American for sure, some kind of Hollywood guy? I can’t tell, but the fact that he’s a cop now means that it is most preferable for me to be arrested at night..

𝗞𝗘𝗜
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"Kei seems like so much fun!"

I don’t really want to drag her down by forcing a friendship or something, but she seems fun. Stef would probably tell me to get to know her that I need more friends, but I dunno. I think it’d just make me feel a bit lonelier.

𝗟𝗨𝗞𝗔 𝗣𝗔𝗩𝗟𝗢𝗩
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"He’s got one of those permanent scruffy beards where I always wonder how they keep it so perfectly scruffy."

He owns some club in the city that was declared an other-friendly zone. But I’m not setting foot within a hundred yards of there, short of someone forcing me. I know what that kind of branding does to a place.

Here’s a hint, it paints a bullseye on it for anyone with a gun and a disagreeing opinion. I’ll keep Stef away from there too.

𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗘𝗞
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"That girl on the radio?"

I only know she must be some kind of other, I’d bet vamp. Works all night sleeps all day? It couldn’t be more obvious..

𝗟𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗩𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗚
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"Who is actually named Loki? That’s like being named jerk."

I do not actually know who this man is. Sounds like a nice guy though if it wasn’t for the evil van cool name!

𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗘
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"I got no words."

Let’s just say there’s one reason the Slye fox is still in business and everyone knows it.

𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗟
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"Wow that is a beautiful name, I wonder where she’s from?"

It feels oddly familiar, but I feel like I’d remember if I ran into someone like that at the station. .

𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢
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"People think I’m the weak spot of the station because I’m the young receptionist so I fully except to be ambushed by him at some point."

Maybe that’s a little bit presumptuous of me to assume he’s some kind of paparazzo. He doesn’t seem overly rude or anything.

𝗚𝗨𝗬 𝗟𝗘𝗘
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"I ran into Guy once, like literally I smashed into him. He apologized in twelve different ways, bought me a coffee and sent me on my way. It was like a whirlwind of kindness I honestly was not prepared for."

I think a lot of people can tell I’m… the way I am and they always try to fix it, you know? But he just came up and made my whole day this… I don’t know it was just really nice of him.

𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛
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"I know of her, heard some chatter down at the station with her name."

I swear to god there’s a girl in my class who looks kind of like her, maybe she’s her daughter?

𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗠 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗞𝗜
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"Yeah, sure we all know Mr. Kaminski he owns the Slye Fox."

He seems like a nice enough guy, although there’s all these scary rumors about him and I don’t want to get involved with anything like that. I’ve had enough violence in my life that none of that is required.

𝗖𝗔𝗘𝗟
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"His hair! Oh my god his hair it is so cool, it is the coolest thing."

His hair!!! It’s a different colour every single time I’ve seen it I swear to god. I lose my mind. I, I don’t even know him though. He’s my age though! I should get to know him!

𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬
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"I’ve never met her but that is the kind of name I absolutely adore."

My mum would’ve said that it was a stripper name though. Wait, is she a stripper?

For Queen and Country

EVE

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Evelyn de les Beauchamp et Lumieres.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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24. (95)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Confidence seeps out of her pores like no one else. Prolonged eye contact, no boundaries, the full Monty.
• Clothing that is nice, but not overly expensive. Lounging in dress shirts she has collected like trophies, sundresses on walks, and nice flannel when working at the bar.
• Small scarring on the small of her back, looks pretty nasty it is small but very easily visible. No tattoos or piercings.
• Wears her hair down in only the most casual way, but has been known to sometimes throw it up into a messy bun when she’s nervous. Which is nearly never, but who knows.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Bartender at The Slye Fox.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Nah.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Frankly, there are some weird stereotypes for lust demons. It’s not all ‘I want to get at your bits’ and nothing else. Lust is read as strictly sexual, but people forget about those who lust for power, conquest, and all the other essentials for a fun Friday night. But, well when Eve is concerned you’d be forgiven for not remembering how singular lust can be. Eve is a very singular person, she can make you feel like you’re the only person in the world or just one of a million.. Eve is a sucker, however, for a friend. She may not act like it, she may even lie to herself about it, but Eve hates being alone. She works a social job, lives with a girl that is the source thousands of people get their news from, she likes the white noise of her life. She enjoys the hustle, there isn’t a doubt about that.

Past all that though Eve is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to three things. Mixing drinks, social… Engagements, and loyalty. A mate is a mate for a night, a friend is a friend for life – As Eve likes to remind people. She has something of complex emotions surrounding other people, granted you wouldn’t know this by the way she acts, but one might infer through her actions. She is almost begging for attention in certain situations – not exactly an oddity among lust demons. All that to say, she has her flaws – even if she is confident to no apparent end and could be a textbook definition for the antonym of shy.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Eve keeps her background pretty low key, but one of the few times she was drunkenly ranting to Blake about her past she did let a small story slip.

At one point in her life, when she was still living in France or perhaps Quebec no doubt, she mentioned a war. It isn't clear which one, but she doesn't look a day older than 25 so it's probably Afghanistan right?

The story drones on, it isn't all that interesting. She was with a nurse at the time, he goes off to war - the usual sappy story about writing and writing. Eventually Eve is delivered a coffin and a flag. She keeps the flag in her suitcase, folded incredibly neatly. It is around this point in the story that Eve gets quiet and even vaguer. Something about making amends, and showing them the consequences of their actions. She then showed her friend her scar, and after a truly strange fifteen seconds of silence laughed it off as some old bullshit that doesn't matter anymore and went to her room.

There are seeming holes in the story, how could she have been old enough to be with someone during the time of a war? What are the consequences she talked about? Eve is nothing if not an enigma, as is her history.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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ᴋɪᴛᴛy ᴋᴏʀɴᴇʀ ➞ On slow nights for the bar, or just when Eve wants to pick up some extra money she strips here. She isn’t a regular but rather a once a week kind of girl, every once in a while she’ll also attend as a voyeur. Lust demon gonna lust. Her stage name is Lights.
The Slye Fox ➞ A small old creaky pub that Eve works at. It hosts primarily two crowds. Tough guys that drink tough beer because they’re tough, and a lot of hipsters looking for something ‘classic’.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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.

For Queen and Country

LANG

♪♪

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Lang Emanuel Monyethebeng.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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25

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Lang lives by the philosophy that if you don’t care how you look, while maintaining a certain level of confidence, no one else will either. He shaves his hair into a buzz cut or slightly longer yet certainly still short. He carries himself with a respectful yet incredibly confident air, not doubting himself much at all – even when it’d perhaps be healthy to do so. Lang carries a slight southern drawl originating from Corpus Christi Texas, even though he was born in Johannesburg and didn’t move until he was five. He has certainly taken to many American traditions however, big meals, acoustic guitars – all the necessities. Lang tends to wear a decent amount of clothing, often sporting a buttoned flannel jacket, an undershirt, and potentially a fall jacket should the weather call for it. Though he is also no stranger to the tank and shorts combination if he can find a beach.

Of course, since moving to Edgetoun Lang hasn’t found too many beaches, sad to say as his beach body is something of a work of art.

The young man has a rather welcoming smile and a friendly way about him, often times making sure everyone is involved in any given activity. He stands around six feet four inches and has quite a bit of bulk on him. He eats a very high protein diet and is constantly working out. That is, when he isn’t consumed by his studies. He sports near-permanent bags under his eyes do to his constant late nights, but it isn’t all that surprising for a beat cop working night shifts. He also seems to have a realism play through his eyes whenever drinking comes up in conversation.

Speaking of, his piercing blue eyes betray his all brawn and no brains appearance. They evaluate everything around him and often feel somewhat invasive. Though his kind and relaxed facial features do alleviate some of this, thankfully. Overall, Lang looks like a nice guy, but the longer you look the longer the spool of yarn seems to travel.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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First time, long time and beat cop by night.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Circle of Sorcery.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Lang is as self-destructive as they come. Outwardly, he wants to be your friend and he seems like he’s got it all together. He is also fairly well spoken, something that belies his stereotypical cowboy appearance somewhat. He is soft-spoken and contemplative, he loves speaking with another intelligent or passionate person. It is when he is alone that he changes. It starts small, a few drinks when he gets home, some practicing of his transmutation, perhaps his summoning, fatalistic comments about his father, about him, how bad could he have been that his father had to leave? A few more drinks, a sarcastic comment about Lang being yet another beat cop with a drinking problem. A few more drinks. Hopefully at this point he passes out.

Lang when he is with people is nice, but in a distant way. He compliments you on your performance on the field and is off before you can respond. He’ll be the first to pat you on the back if you need it, but you won’t reach him later that day when you send him a message. Even on a good day where you catch him eating, perhaps sit down with him, he has become all too experienced in dodging questions and using those questions to ask you something instead. It is a façade that has worked, but surely someone has noticed at this point. His smile hangs a little too low to be believed one hundred percent of the time.

Lang is better when he has something to do. Work at night and the radio distract him from his busy mind so his smile is a bit lighter at night. For all his negatives though, at the end of the day he is a genuine man – honest to his core.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Lang’s past isn’t too spectacular or interesting. He was born in Jberg and spent the first five years of his life there. Enough to have something of an accent when his mother moved them to Corpus Christi, Texas. His father didn’t come with them – at the time it was something to do with his pride, but his mother wouldn’t explain for more than a few years. Lang didn’t care too much at 5 he liked his mom better anyway. Lang had pretty basic interactions with most of the other kids in school. They made fun of his accent for a few years, he hit puberty first and they stopped making fun of him. By the time he graduated high school he was indistinguishable from any other Texan. Blond hair, blue eyes and captain of the football team – he was absolutely ordinary for where he was. Other than the fact that no announcer could read the name on the back of his jersey, but they clearly meant well.

He even had a nickname that was a rabbit hole until an inside joke. His friends called him Cash as it was easier to remember than Lang or Monyethebeng. The reason was one memorable game in which one announcer referred to him as Land Moneyinthebank. He nearly dropped the ball from laughing so hard. Once he graduated his mother told him about his father, that they didn’t regretfully leave him there and that he was something of an alcoholic – a violent man. Lang took the information but he wasn’t sure how to synthesize it. It was something of a catch 22 that he had found himself in. He didn’t want to acknowledge his father, hell he had barely thought about him for years. But he couldn’t help but feel like no matter what he did it was a response to who his father was.

Lang was looking pretty good coming out of high school, save for his grades. He was something of a local legend with his football play but only a year into school at UTofA. After dropping out Lang was 19 years old and directionless. He spent his days drinking and his nights working construction. This continued for three more years before he decided that he was going to do anything but end up like his father. He bought a plane ticket, kissed his mother farewell and moved to the UK. Edgetoun, specifically – he didn’t want to be known and he certainly didn’t want a reputation and Edgetoun felt big enough that it had other things going on. It took him two and a half years to get a job on the Metropolitan Police in Edgetoun. But there he was, in his new uniform driving around aimlessly, partnerless, listening to a voice on the other end of a radio – for some reason refusing to turn it off. He’d even call in every once in a while. That radio became his single greatest lifeline in an insanely short amount of time. In his car at night listening to her voice is home for Lang.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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Diamond in the Rough

– A batting cage by the precinct he spends breaks there unless he’s calling in to his favourite radio station.

The Slye Fox

- It's a pub that's been standing for longer than most of the buildings in town and a great place to get a pint. The owner could be some persuasion of creature given the odd hours of the pub closing at 9 in the morning and opening at 3 pm, but it fits Lang's hours nicely.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Lang’s mom lives in Texas still, and he doesn’t have any friends yet. Just a radio.

RELATIONSHIPS

𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪
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"I couldn’t tell you, unless she was one of those girls I picked up outside Pavlov’s place I doubt I’d know her."
Yup just checked the names, no Emma Renshaw in that group though. Those girls were hell incarnate, I’ll tell you that much though. Kept trying to rip my shirt off, think one of ‘em called me daddy. Shit was weird.

𝗞𝗔𝗟𝗜 𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗
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"The museum… Runner? Owner? Shit I don’t know, she works at the museum."
Well I only just found out about dhampires a few months ago… So I heard on Stranger Things last week somethin’ about a kind of demo-gorgon? Maybe she’s that, To be honest I don’t really know what’s real at all anymore I’ve got magic, my little buddy is a vampire but also kind of like a zombie or somethin’. Strange times.

𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗟 𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗟𝗘𝗬
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"Look, my mama used to say that the best thing you could do for Atlas was take the weight off his shoulders, even if it was only for a second. So yeah, you betch yer ass I’ll buy him a hot meal and make sure he’s okay."
Even if Indigo tells him he’s soft, the kid just… Well he’s too familiar honestly. Lang sees to much of himself in Laurel to even consider arresting him, or even tellin’ anyone else about the kid. If Lang is what it takes to make sure he stays around as long as he can, then Lang will be there every Thursday waitin’ for him.
Lang feels especially bad for those around Laurel. He knows how his mother hates his drinking and he knows it must be affecting those around Laurel for him to have to do what he does. So he tries his best to stay out of the kid’s business, especially when he’s going through a tough time. He has taken to helping him out with some homework when he has time, but mostly it’s just him and Laurel in a booth talking about whatever suits the kid’s fancy that day.

𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗟𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗦
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"Well he seems nice, I don’t have a dog or nothin’ but if I did I’d probably stop by."
Shit why don’t I have a dog?

𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗢 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗬
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"Indigo? Yeah she’s cool. Weird that a cop and a stripper hang out and practice spells, or whatever."
She’s one of my only lifelines in this strange town. Honestly, sometimes I end up callin’ her in the middle of the night just to make sure some stupid shit Pavlov told me ain’t true. Like fuckin’ garden gnomes are watching me or somethin’. Fuckin’ Pavlov.

But hell, Indigo is a bit shut off, even comin’ from me you know that means some kind of shit.

𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡
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"Blake Preston is an honest to god savior in this town."
Shit – how else am I gonna know the ten things I should look out for if my roommate is a demon? I mean, I don’t have a roommate and I don’t wanna live with a demon, but you bet your ass I bookmarked that in case I find myself in a position where I have to!

𝗔𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗬𝗫
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"Well he was a conundrum and a god damned half."
I thought all the fairies were supposed to be like little tinker bells or something?

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
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"Aw hell, I don’t mind playing good cop but I get the feeling most kids ‘round these parts don’t want to associate with a cop anyhow.."
She’s a part of the circle too, but she’s a bit younger than me. I’ll invite her to one of Indigo and I’s study sessions if she ever gets stumped I s’pose.”

𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡
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"Damn that sumbitch looks young for his age."
I heard he was 34. Hope I look that good at 34.

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪
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"Frankly I’m somewhat partial to Blake’s work on the supernatural – but I bet this guy is one of them."
Yup, no doubt in my mind. He’s got one of them lizard people looks that I’m always hearin’ about back home.

𝗔𝗢𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗬
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"She works at the book store, huh?"
Well, I’ve been readin’ more and more so I’ll probably run into her. But she looks like a nun so I don’t think I’m gonna have to intervene on her helpin’ an ol’ lady cross the road or whatever her volunteer hours consist of. .

𝗞𝗘𝗜
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗟𝗨𝗞𝗔 𝗣𝗔𝗩𝗟𝗢𝗩
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"This sunuvabitch right here, I swear to shit he has my number in his phone."
And I guaran-fuckin-tee that he asked Aila for it. Probably told her he was takin’ me out on a date or some shit, she told me she was a hopeless romantic. He keeps ‘informin’ me that all this stupid fake shit is real. Like he nearly convinced me that gnomes, fuckin’ harpies, the tooth fairy, werewolves and fuckin Zeus were all actual things.

Fuckin’ werewolves can you believe that shit?

𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗘𝗞
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"Yeah, her radio show is somethin’ special. If I ever can’t make it in time I make sure to tape record it for my workouts – her voice is just calmin’ too me. Makes me feel safe, y’know?"
Whenever Louise asks for an opinion from the audience Lang makes sure to hit that number one speed dial. He absolutely adores her show, but more Louise’s commentary. She just adds something that, to him is completely irreplaceable and entirely unique. Indigo, Pavlov, other officers down at the station all tease him for his romantic tone when he talks on the show and his effort he puts in to making sure he comes across well enough, but he doesn’t mind.
Every once in a while he’ll get a chuckle from the other end that changes his perspective. Every single time without fail, he doesn’t need to drink if he’s listening to her.

𝗟𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗩𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗚
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"Never heard of this one."
Are you making people up now?

𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗢
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"Yeah, the secretary I know her alright."
She’s the sad type, for sure. Feel real bad, and I try to buy coffee for everyone so she doesn’t know I’m grabbin’ her some. I know how it feels to be a pity case. Still though, at least I know she’s human.

𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗘
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"She serves me drinks, nice lady."
Everybody’s always telling me how attractive she is, but I don’t see it honestly. Even weirder, is when I tell the guys at the station they all just look at me like I’m stupid. I know what attractive is and sure she ain’t ugly, but she perfect neither.

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"I think she’s mended an officer or two, that’s might fine of her."
But shit with the way this town is going, she’s probably some kind of soul sucker or some shit. God, I dunno, I’m just tired of all the scary shit. How can vampires be real but Santa isn’t.

𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢
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"Renato seems like an up front man, good on him for that."
I know a shit ton of journalists must be losin’ their shit but the guy seems pretty in control and hasn’t stopped putting out quality work. I check his stuff every once in a while, seems like good stock.

𝗚𝗨𝗬 𝗟𝗘𝗘
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"A guy named Guy? England is weird."
What’s next a dog named dog? Shit I really need a dog.

𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛
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"Boss said not to fuck with her and if her kids came in, to bring them to him. Kinda weird, but whatever."
Everyone owes someone something, that’s one of the things you learn in this job. That and don’t trust fuckin’ club owners who tell you gnomes are real. Fuckin’ Pavlov.

𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗠 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗞𝗜
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"One of Edgetoun’s best."
He owns my favorite bar, of course I love the guy. I s’pose that says more about me then I’m comfortable admittin’ but maybe one day it won’t. Should that day come I still think Nico will be a good man in a good bar. So I’m comfortable with where we stand. Nothing seems below bar that could be considered important so what the hell.

𝗖𝗔𝗘𝗟
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"I hate that shit."
People are always puttin’ it in smoothies and salads and shit.

𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬
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"That’s another one I don’t know, sorry."
N/A.