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Post by Eve Vardell on Sept 8, 2012 11:17:37 GMT -5
Continued from Fool MoonEve's clawed face apparently didn't have quite as high a priority in the eyes of the ER doctors as the hypothermiatic kidnappees. The EMT led her to a bed in a corner and more or less told her to sit tight until they got around to her. Which was fine with Eve, really, considering she hadn't even thought she'd needed to come here in the first place... although now that the frigid winter air had stopped acting as a numbing agent, the cuts really were beginning to sting. She wondered mildly if it would scar. If she'd have a permanent sign of the wolf etched into her face forever. Like the creature inside of her was trying to claw its way out from underneath the skin... Gods, she was tired. Tired and mentally rambling. So tired that she'd almost forgotten about Molly who, more than likely, was pushing every speed and safety limit across the icy roads as she made her way to the hospital right now. Eve couldn't wait for treatment. She'd have to resign herself to the scars. Flitting a careful glance around - all the doctors, nurses, and patients seemed too occupied to care what she was doing - she pushed herself to her feet and starting making her way as confidently as she could manage toward the doors. She made it halfway there before a particularly observant RN noted the blood on her face and caught her arm. "Where are you going, honey? We've got to get that looked at." Shoot... Well, she wasn't willing to give up yet. Smiling a little shakily (she didn't have to force the expression) Eve nodded. "I know, but the doctor over there said it would be a little while before they could get a look at me, so I asked if I could run to the bathroom." The nurse looked skeptical, so she raised her right hand, pointer and middle finger sticking up together. "I feel fine to walk, scout's honor." There were a lot of patients to deal with. The nurse contented herself with a searching glance and a nod. "Bathroom's through those doors on your left." Eve nodded, chirruped out a cheerful thanks, and continued down the hall, toward the end of the ER. As she passed a central nurse's station she spotted a roll of those white cloth bandages they used to wrap head wounds in movies, and what looked like some white masking tape. Eve had rarely been forced to steal during her three years on the road, and never from a place like a hospital which - aside from the eyes everywhere and probable security lurking around every third corner - used whatever supplies it had to help people. Well, whatever. Those bandages were more than likely meant to be used for her, anyway, since she had the only visible wounds that she'd noted. She was just moving the treatment timetable up in order to avoid being murdered. The doctors would appreciate that, right? She flicked her eyes around for any watchers, looking as thoroughly as she could without being completely obvious, and then scooped up the bandages and tape before continuing on toward the bathroom.
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Post by Player 2 on Sept 8, 2012 12:23:44 GMT -5
Helen Thadford Lesser member of the Cult of Amazarak.
Helen Thadford watched the girl leave the ER and head for the bathroom. She silently thanked her luck. It would be easier to speak with her there than it would to sneak past the orderlies and the nurses and the doctors to get into the ER to see her.
Helen had been having one heck of a busy night. Well, if she thought about it she’d been having a very busy month. Trying to convince the Elder members of the Cult that the summoning of the Wild Hunt might be fruitful for them and their cause. Failing. Figuring out exactly how to go about summoning the Hunt anyway… The stress and the thrill of actually doing it!
It wasn’t exactly a breach of orders. Her superiors had simply told her they didn’t want anything to do with the Erlking at the moment. They'd never forbade her from doing it herself. And technically they weren’t involved. Yes, she’d used some of her power blessed to her by Amazarak to summon the Erlking and yes, she had involved several other lesser members of the Cult in order to perfect the ritual, but they weren’t involved.
She and those that had done this thing with her were only testing their powers. Strengthening them. After all, the more puppets one had, the stronger you were! It was only a matter of getting people to practice on. The Erlking had been a perfect solution. A creature that went around scooping people up and disappeared with them into the night? What more could a puppet master want?
But then the hunters had shown up. Helen had been lurking in the shadows, concealed with a strenuous veil spell as a random nobody dared to use her hard made circle and called an audience with the Erlking. A nobody who not only knew about the Cult, but seemed to be planning to move against it! She hadn’t been able to hear everything, but that was certainly what it had sounded like. The thought was ridiculous! But then again, so was the idea of anybody knowing so much about them in the first place. The Seven were meticulous about that sort of thing. Outsiders didn’t live to know about them… Even stranger was the fact that she could swear that she’d seen this man before.
Even more interesting was the girl she was now following. A werewolf! Amazing! Ideas about how to put this knowledge to use swam through her head. She could bring the creature back to her superiors. They were sure to look kindly on such a gift. But this werewolf also seemed to be friends with the man who was planning something against the Cult. That also had possibilities…
As the bathroom door swung shut, Helen took a breath, made sure she looked cold and weary, then followed her in. She went to the sink and splashed warm water on her face for a moment then pretended she’d only just seen the girl and took note of the bandages in her hand.
“Do you need a hand with those?” she asked kindly.
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Post by Eve Vardell on Sept 8, 2012 16:18:06 GMT -5
Bathroom dispenser soap, Eve decided, was definitely not made to clean out facial gouges. She had dampened a paper towel, added a little soap into the mix and delicately touched it to her face and...
Ow.
Her eyes were still watering when the bathroom door opened and Eve froze, waiting for both the sting and the new arrival to go away. No such luck, at least on the person front. Although her cheek did stop screaming at her after a long pause and a dozen silent promises not to do that ever again.
When the woman did speak up, though, Eve wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. Most people would probably be weirded out by a teenage girl performing first aid by herself in a hospital bathroom, but this woman seemed totally casual and friendly about the whole thing. And truth was, it would be easier for someone else to bandage up her face.
"Um yeah, thanks." She smiled slightly. The motion stung. "I just figured... the doctors have enough to worry about right now with serious patients. Once I get these scratches rinsed out and covered up I'll be good as new."
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Post by Player 2 on Sept 8, 2012 16:54:57 GMT -5
Helen gave a smile at the kid and took over the dabbing of the wound. "Yeah... well. We can hope, can't we." A statement, not a question. Helen let that hang for a moment, maintaining the smile as she began to work on the bandage. "Of course, we both know you won't be. Not with that curse of yours hanging over your head."
Helen's voice know held a note of something more sinister and she knew it contrasted with the sweet look she kept on her face. She had to be careful here. Not too scary nor forceful while letting the girl know who was in charge. She finished putting on the bandage and stepped back, positioning herself between the girl and the door. She stood straight-backed and calm and radiating authority.
"Yes, we know about you. And we know about your friend. Summoning creatures you have no business summoning..." Helen sniffed. "But don't worry. We're not too upset with you for that. We have a... proposition for you."
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Post by Eve Vardell on Sept 8, 2012 17:57:12 GMT -5
Eve tensed the second the word "curse" crossed the woman's lips. Had she heard wrong? No... despite the stranger's friendly tone and gentle hands, there was a definite aura of unpleasantness radiating off her. Eve couldn't place it, couldn't guess quite how she'd missed it at first, but there was something definitely dangerous about the person in front of her.
She stood frozen while the woman continued to tape the bandage to her face, watching warily. Moving or speaking might set her off and Eve had the distinct sensation that she'd want a little room between herself and the stranger when she decided to lose the pleasant facade.
We have a... proposition for you."
Whatever that meant. The woman not only knew about Eve's curse but also about the whole near-disaster with the Hunt. Which meant that either she'd been following them and doing a freakishly good job of keeping hidden, or she had other means of seeing stuff she really shouldn't. Eve tried to copy the woman's cool, unconcerned facade, completely aware that she was failing utterly.
"You keep saying 'we', but I only see one of you."
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Post by Player 2 on Sept 8, 2012 19:45:02 GMT -5
Helen smirked and gave a shrug. "Let's just say we wouldn't all fit in here. Besides, many of them are men. Figures, right?" She chuckled.
She wanted to cross her arms, but that would tie up her hands, make her reaction just a bit slow should the girl try anything. Instead she put a hand on her hip.
"We know you've been traveling with a man who has an interest in us. We also know you've got an interest in getting rid of your... affliction." Helen paused for a moment to let the girl catch her drift. "Our proposition is a simple one. We'd like you to keep an eye on him. In exchange, we will cure you."
Keep it short and too the point, Helen thought. Start off with having her watch the man. Then have her report to the Cult -namely Helen. Then have her turn the man over. But one step at a time...
In truth, she had no idea if there was a cure for lycanthopy other than a silver bullet to the brain, but if anyone could do it, it'd be her master. Not that they'd necessarily be doing that. What would it be worth, after all, to have a werewolf Puppet? Helen could easily see herself rising through the ranks with such a weapon at her disposal.
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Post by Eve Vardell on Sept 8, 2012 23:05:03 GMT -5
She suddenly felt like she was staring down a representative of the supernatural Mafia. After everything they'd been through since - gods, was it really just this morning? - Eve had halfway forgotten what Kasen had told her this morning about why he was dealing with this underground society of monsters and mystic amulets in the first place: that cult of his. He hadn't been all that specific about them, besides insinuating that they were basically the worst people that had ever existed. And here she was, sharing a bathroom with one.
She'd halfway decided to smile and agree with whatever this woman said until she got a chance to make it back to a more public place... and then she mentioned a cure.
It hit Eve right where she'd been living for the past three years. She'd looked everywhere, done everything she could think of to get rid of the wolf inside of her. Scoured the Midwest, hitchhiked her way through Europe, tried everything from tattoos to amulets in order to fix it and honestly had started thinking it couldn't be done. But this... a cult? Composed of... what, witches?
Was it possible that they had the power to fix everything, to give her her life back?
She felt the start of a shiver creeping up her spine and shook it off visibly. Even if she did decide to go along with this - and she couldn't. Right? No. - she and Kasen had separated back in Haven and probably weren't exactly keeping in touch. She wasn't sure how to keep an eye on him even if she decided to agree to this.
Which she wouldn't. Couldn't. She didn't deal with evil.
(Maybe that's why she hadn't found a cure so far...)
"I..." she wasn't sure where she was going with her comment and paused, before choosing the least controversial route: "If I did, how would I be able to contact you?"
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Post by Player 2 on Sept 9, 2012 18:29:06 GMT -5
Helen tried not to smile and half succeeded. She slipped a hand into her coat pocket and pulled out a cell phone. One of those cheap ones you can buy off a corner store that's only good for so many minutes.
"You'll use this," she replied sternly handing the girl the phone. "Obviously we want to know if he finds anything more out about us, how he plans on making his ... approach to us, and when or if he does make his approach. If any of those occur, you'll inform us. That phone has a direct line to me. Otherwise, we'll be in touch with you. Understand?"
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Sept 11, 2012 21:43:24 GMT -5
Kasen pulled the stolen car into a parking space in the darkest, farthest part of the lot. He thought it unlikely that a policeman would randomly happen upon the car and then happen to recognize the stolen plate. He did, however, think that his stolen vehicle, full of broken glass and bullet holes might attract a policeman's attention and said officer might then run the plates. ...He really needed a new vehicle. He also needed a town with a larger population of tourists. Both New Haven and Elsburrough, where the hospital was, were pretty small which meant a stolen car would be noticed and reported more quickly and suspects would be fewer.
No, for the moment, keeping the car might be the better option. Besides, he was just here to drop off Sarah's bag. How long could that take.
The man tugged the bag out of the car, surprised that it didn't weigh more. How did a teenage girl only have this much stuff on her? He was reminded of his girlfriend, Lindsey. Former girlfriend... Whatever. When they'd been in college, they'd gone on a roadtrip just for the weekend. Kasen had taken a bag about the same size as Sarah's. Lindsey had decided that a huge duffel bag, a day bag, and her purse were all necessary for their journey. Ridiculous!
Kasen pulled Sarah's bag over his shoulder as a little weight of uncertainty settled in his stomach. There was something wrong when a kid only needed this much stuff to go running around with.
'But it's all about survival isn't it,' he thought to himself. She's looking for a cure and running from Wild Hunts and Hunters and Mollys...
It was logical, he consented. But that didn't make it any more right.
Kasen entered the hospital and realized quickly that finding his companion might not be as easy as he'd assumed it would be. With a sigh, he slid on a fake but seemingly earnest friendly smile with practiced ease and made his way to the receptionist.
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Post by Eve Vardell on Sept 14, 2012 18:34:59 GMT -5
She reached out and took the phone, feeling a little numb about the whole situation.
"Right, ok."
If this woman wasn't lying about being able to help her (and if this cult had the power to summon an ancient, supernatural hunt at will, who knew what else it was capable of?) then for the easy, low price of a couple of phone calls she could finally be free of her curse. She had devoted her life to finding this exact answer; she couldn't just turn it down. And anyway, Kasen had been looking for this group for a long time, it sounded like. Chances were he wasn't suddenly going to find them any time soon, so it wouldn't really matter one way or another.
And she didn't really owe him anything anyway. Not really. They'd just met last night and since then he'd knocked her out twice and stolen her most recent hope at getting rid of her curse. In a way, really, didn't he owe her?
...Except that the amulet wouldn't have worked for her anyway. And he had helped her get out of the Roadhouse alive. And had just stuck out his neck to help save a whole bunch of people from being whisked away by (apparently) this same cult that she was now debating a deal with.
...Stupid rationality.
"I, um... I guess I'll be in touch then."
Not that it mattered anyway, she reminded herself as she edged her way toward the bathroom door. Kasen was back in Haven, and she was out here in Elsburrough. She'd probably never see the guy again.
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Sept 14, 2012 23:12:49 GMT -5
As the receptionist refused to be of any use, Kasen's practiced smile had quickly faltered to a practiced half-smile, a look where he'd apparently been trying to hide his worry and concern and had failed to do so completely.
"Please, miss, I'm just here to check up on my kid sister," Kasen told her, lowering his voice as he leaned over the counter. The receptionist finally looked away from her computer screen and noted the crack in his previous calm. "I know you said I have to wait, but she was one of the kidnap victims. She's been missing for... Our mother has been worried sick. We've all been worried sick. I just want to see if she's here. I won't even go in. I just need to make sure she's ok. Please."
The receptionist frowned at him, but apparently Kasen did not need to work on his puppy eyes for a moment later she relented.
"All right, now I can't let you in to see any of them," she said sternly. "They need to be checked out first. ...But I'll tell you where they are. After you get down there, you'll have to speak with the doctors and they can decide."
"You're a saint," Kasen said with relief carefully mingled with anxiety. The receptionist gave a resigned yet semi-pleased 'harrumph' and gave him directions down towards the waiting area outside the ER and as he left she called after him.
"I hope your sister's all right."
"Thank you," he said, then hurried off. He'd made it part way down the hall before the thought came to him.
'Maybe I shouldn't have called her my sister,' he thought grimly. 'I seem to have bad luck with siblings...'
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Post by Player 2 on Sept 15, 2012 16:11:23 GMT -5
Helen looked sternly at Eve. "Be sure that you do. There will be consequences if you decide to warn your friend or deceive us. The Wild Hunt is not the only weapon in our arsenal," she growled. "And remember, your freedom from this curse is on the line. Don't try anything foolish."
And with that, the Cult member turned and left Eve to her thoughts. She smiled as she made her way out into the hallway. Even if the girl didn't report back to her, Helen would be able to keep track of her new investment. In the back of the phone she'd slipped in a small token that would allow her to keep track of the girl. A bit of little piece of her necklace wrapped with a strand of her hair and infused with a simple tracking spell would allow her to follow the girl's movements, more or less. Even if she avoided the man who was tracking her cult (she'd have to think of a codename of some kind. That was far too long an explanation to waste on him), Helen would be able to find the werewolf again. And that in and of itself would be a grand prize.
With a chuckle, Helen disappeared into a stairwell and took her leave.
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Post by Eve Vardell on Sept 16, 2012 19:33:40 GMT -5
The woman swept out of the room before Eve reached the door, leaving her alone in the hospital bathroom. She spent a few dull-eyed seconds staring at the phone in her hands, trying to absorb what had just happened, until the door burst back open, causing her to jump and nearly drop it.
A four-year old boy raced in past her, jostling her leg, followed by a frazzled and apologetic looking woman.
"Sorry about that. His big brother was just found and brought in here, and he's been bouncing off the walls ever since." Something about Eve's expression gave her pause (or maybe it was the giant bandage on her cheek), because she gave a double-take and offered a concerned frown. "Oh hon, are you alright?"
Doing her best to shake off the dark cloud that seemed to have permanently attached itself to her in the past four minutes, Eve forced a smile.
"Yeah, fine." Slipping the phone into her sweater pocket, "It's just late, you know. Long night."
"Oh," and then the woman thought about it, and her eyes went wide as saucers. "Oh... Were you with... I mean, were you out..." The kid made an impatient noise, kicking at the doorway to one of the stalls. The woman glanced away to shush him, and Eve took the opportunity to bolt. Last thing she needed was a concerned parent asking her all kinds of questions about the abductions that she wasn't prepared to answer.
The hospital was a big one, the central dumping ground for anyone sick or injured for all the towns within 20 miles, and the last thing Eve wanted was to get lost in the tangle of hallways until Molly had time to track her down. The best way to get out was the Emergency Room entrance back where she'd come in. Hopefully the doctors were sufficiently busy and she looked sufficiently treated that no one would think to stop her from strolling out.
She started down the long hall back toward the doors, keeping a wary eye out for the dark-haired Hunter or more potential cult members as she went.
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Sept 18, 2012 20:58:36 GMT -5
Kasen adjusted the bag on his shoulder, eyes searching the hall and its waiting area. There weren't any guards, but there were people milling about. Family of those in the ER more than likely. They couldn't all be family of the Erlking's victims, there was no way that many people could've made it here that fast. And if Kasen made a break for those ER doors, it was entirely possible that people would stop him. Or follow him... He eyed the people around him. Well, he'd never know if he didn't try. With a sigh he crossed the waiting room and was surprised to find nearly as many people in the adjoining hallway. He snorted. 'So much for people following the rules,' he thought as he continued forward.
And then he spotted her. Small, alone, and nervous and it was all amplified by the big white gauze bandage on her face. He frowned, immediately feeling guilty about ditching her alone in a hospital.
'Man, I've felt guilty more times today about non-cult stuff than I have in the last five years...' he thought to himself. Was that progress or deterioration? Even his inner voice didn't have a response to that one.
Another sigh, a tired sigh, and then he made his way down the hall to meet her.
"Hey, Sarah," he greeted. Another look at her bandage and he gave a brief thought to the insanity that had led her to get those. Yeah, no. Leaving the kid helpless here after all that just wouldn't be right. He gave her an exhausted half smile and nodded towards the exit. "Come on. Let's get the hell outta here before they try to take our statements or something."
They could decide their next move when they were out of harm's way for a change.
OOC: Eve, wasn't sure if you were actually in the right hallway for this, but I figured to go for it anyway.
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Post by Eve Vardell on Sept 19, 2012 21:49:32 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, I figured Kasen would've been coming in sort of the same way she did, so they'd bump into each other as she tried to get out ~~~~ He wasn't the last person she'd expected to see, but she still had to freeze and blink several times before her tired brain could absorb Kasen's presence in the hospital hallway. She'd pretty much totally convinced herself that she'd never see him again, so she wouldn't have to bother considering the Cult woman's offer... bribe... threat. She followed him quietly down the hallway and out the doors, keeping her head ducked and allowing her hair to tumble down the side of her face as she passed the nurses' station. She probably didn't need to bother - they were busy enough and there were enough new faces from the ambulances that no one was paying attention to the girl who could clearly move by her own power and was trying to get out of their way. She spent the short walk trying to figure out what to say, but by the time they stepped out into the cold midnight air all she could come up with was "You showed up. I kind of expected you to be thirty miles toward the next culty hotspot or whatever by now."
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Sept 19, 2012 23:23:33 GMT -5
Kasen snorted and rubbed his free hand over his face.
"Kinda surprised myself, to be honest. It's been... a long time since I've given much thought to anybody but myself." He turned to the girl with an amused smile. "Don't you feel honored?"
He led Sarah towards the beat-up car that had taken them both on some very odd adventures that day.
"Anyway, I was raised better than to just leave people in a lurch like that. Especially when I've got their stuff," he replied as they reached the car. "I figured at the very least I should pick you up and return your things, you know?"
He opened the back door and replaced Sarah's bag in the back seat and gave a long yawn. "What time is it anyway? I say we get some food -since we never actually did get any food from the Roadhouse- and then decide what's next. ...And maybe take a nap."
He paused and looked down at Sarah as he recalled the latest revelation about her. "Can you take a nap?"
And he'd said it with pure curiosity. Not disgust or fear or hatred. He was just... wondering...
Sleep will cure me of that I'm sure, he thought to himself pessimistically. Sleep and time to think about everything that's happened tonight and then I'll be just as I was before.
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Post by Eve Vardell on Sept 22, 2012 10:22:16 GMT -5
"I, um..." She felt a smile forming at the assumption that they'd at the very least have a proper send off before parting ways. Since she'd been on the road she'd encountered a lot of people, some of them friendly and some decidedly less so, but it was rare to find someone who cared enough to do more than toss her some advice and kick her to the curb. Molly Rourke had been that way at first... until Eve had (the wolf had) betrayed her.
The smile faded. She shivered and cast a glance back toward the hospital doors, as if the cult woman would come trotting out and give Eve a friendly wave or maybe toss her a "so you're working for an evil organization now" pamphlet. The new cell phone weighed heavy in her pocket.
"There will be consequences if you try to warn your friend..."
Ok, there was nothing to do about it one way or the other right now. Just stop thinking about it until you've got some food and rest... or food at least, anyway.
"Yeah, sleep's probably not on the agenda for another..."squinting up at the sky, "five hours or so. Unless you want to lend me your necklace and knock me out for a bit." Jokingly. Being forced into unconsciousness by an energy-draining amulet was definitely not a healthy alternative to a good day's sleep.
It had been a long time since she'd talked openly about her curse instead of making up excuses for needing to stay awake. In fact, any time she'd stuck with someone longer than a day she'd generally resorted staying up day and night, snagging little naps when she could. And that rarely worked out well.
"After tonight it'll be ok for a while, but I still try to keep my sleep to daylight hours to stay on schedule for the next cycle. Not so bad in the summer, but it's pretty miserable this time of year." Rambling? Probably. She cut the wolf talk off with a shrug. "I am dying for a coffee though, and" now that he mentioned it, "some food. Do you think they've got all-night diners out here?"
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Sept 22, 2012 23:48:53 GMT -5
Kasen snorted. He was pretty sure the girl was joking about the necklace thing. He'd seen her conked out twice because of Wheton's Shield and neither time looked terribly pleasant. "Well, we'll have to hope so," he replied as he slid into the car. They drove around for a bit and Kasen was glad that this town was bigger than Haven Valley. At first it seemed like the only place that was open was the local bar, a place that probably served half decent food but might not let Sarah on the premises. They explored a bit further, however and found that there actually was a late night diner. ________________ To be continued in Alice's Restaurant
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Post by Molly Rourke on Sept 29, 2012 20:11:06 GMT -5
OOC: Usurping this thread for a bit! IC: ________________________
It had taken a long time to get to the hospital. Too long. Her gut told her that even before she went in and asked at the desk, even when she spotted the EMT she'd spoken to back at the ambulance, leaning against a wall and enjoying a cup of coffee, cornered him and demanded to know the location of her... kid. (Honestly, what would she have been, fourteen when she'd given birth?)
It had taken nearly 45 minutes to trudge through the wet slush to the truck, then longer to find the town, find someone conscious to give her directions, and make it to the hospital. By the time she got there far too much time had passed, and she stormed out of the hospital fuming, ignoring the panicky promises from the receptionist that they would do everything possible to track her girl down and she was probably just off in a bathroom somewhere and oh god in heaven please don't sue us for letting a patient go missing in the middle of a crowded ER.
And now she was left with nothing. Again. There were other hunts Molly could go on - in fact, contrary to popular belief, Molly did spend the majority of her life keeping the northwest safe from all manner of vicious creatures, not just keeping her ears open for rogue werewolves - but now that she'd come so close, after three years had the wolf in her sights...
She didn't want to let it go. Not yet. But she had no leads, nowhere else to turn.
She was stuck.
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Post by Player 2 on Oct 25, 2012 19:45:48 GMT -5
Helen
The girl hadn't called. It had been a little while since Helen had watched the wolf girl drive off with her pal. She frowned down at her phone. No messages. But Helen could hardly judge the girl's thoughts for certain this soon after the pair had reunited. It takes time for information to come out after all.
But what if the girl didn't come through? What if she and the guy dared to storm the estate? The ritual was happening soon. Tomorrow night. The Seven had decided long ago that summoning the demon that gave them their powers was a good idea. Personally Helen thought the demon could stay right where he was, so long as she got to keep her powers, but that was beside the point. Could it really be a coincidence that someone was searching for the Cult so close to the time of the ritual?
She'd done the right thing in deciding to recruit the girl. She's also done good in putting a tracing spell in the phone she'd given her. She couldn't do more without drawing possible attention. Rash moves like killing the man without authorization would be like putting a death sentence on herself. So, Helen would simply do as she'd said. She'd keep tabs on the girl and through her, the man. And if all went well, she might end up with a werewolf!
The thought made her smile and she began to make her way to her car. After the girl had left, Helen had stayed in the hospital, curious to see if any of the other interlopers that had interfered with her plans for the Hunt showed up. She'd also questioned several of those who had been 'victims' of the Erlking, trying to find out more about what had happened back there, but no one really seemed to know anything. Now she'd finally decided that she'd spent enough time there. She would leave. Make a few calls to the comrades who had helped her with the ritual and check in with the girl. Just to remind her who she was working for... But then she spotted someone she recognized. Standing outside was one of the Hunters from the forest. The woman who'd wanted to kill the werewolf and lost her when the ambulances drove off.
"Just a little too late," she muttered to herself with a chuckle as the Hunter looked around for a girl she wouldn't see. Helen took several more steps towards her car before the idea struck her and she turned slowly back to the Hunter.
What if the girl did betray her? What if she decided she'd rather help the man in his plans to move against the Cult and the ritual?
What if someone was waiting for them when they tried?
She forced the dark smile from her face, turning it into something a bit more innocent and walked back towards the woman.
"You're one of the people from the forest too, aren't you? The one who was trying to go with her girl on the ambulance?" she asked a little nervously, but with the eagerness of someone who was looking to talk to someone who'd had the same experience. "I was just talking with her. Lovely girl."
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