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@devlin-thejaded
wilburn-watt:
I’m not proud, you know, there’s a rampage-induced temper like mine and all bets are off. I left Cassie to her devices when she needed me and Winslow got what he wanted, but the thing is, the bite didn’t sever my ties to you guys. I made my choices.
I do know you, Wil. I’m just sorry I wasn’t around to try and talk some sense into you.
You made choices that don’t exactly make it easier for the rest of us.
wilburn-watt:
Fuck, the irony of that.
You heard right, the fur looks good on me. We have Malcolm Winslow to thank for that.
I heard from certain sources that we have yourself to thank for that, not just Malcolm. Last I saw you was when Cassie was in the hospital after she was attacked, I can figure out the rest.
charles-sinclair:
You mean an omen for the bad shit? It went to hell in a handbasket long before you came back.
As well as they can be. We have a supernatural council for assholes looking to nuke the piss out of the town. Hunters are no longer at the top of the threatening food chain.
So I’ve heard. All that’s next is there to be a rain of blood and the apocalypse bingo will be complete.
I’m surprised there’s anyone left in this town if the council is that much of a threat.
charlotte-atwood:
A council invasion, every living person in this town turning to a pile of guts in the process, a few familiar faces making an entrance, where to begin? And Wilburn was taken by a werewolf bite.
Wil’s been bit? I don’t have to tell you that this is all going to shit, Charlotte, especially with Wil no longer human. He was one of our best hunters.
What’s the plan now?
wilburn-watt:
Look what the dog dragged in.
Things definitely got worse, buddy.
By tooth and nail.
I heard it definitely has for you. Wolf now?
charlotte-atwood:
Were they ever any better?
I should’ve called you back sooner.
It can’t be helped now. Bring me up to speed, what’s going on?
charles-sinclair:
Perhaps, but my spidey senses were tingling and now the prodigal son returns.
Prodigal son-- I don’t know if I should like that or if it’s an omen.
How have things been for you, Charles?
charles-sinclair:
I’m not a godsent prophet, but this temperamental weather’s definitely a sign some shit’s brewing.
Full moon is coming.
I think you’re underestimating that sign, Charles.
I see that things have gotten worse here.
Ow, take it easy, why don’t you.
wilburn-watt:
No. It’s not a coincidence I go back to hunting and she winds up in the fucking hospital.I don’t need to be a damn psychic to know this was all him.
This is classic Winslow tactics. The Chastain’s would have been a little more sneaky about it if they wished to attack her, besides we all know how much Malcolm hates Cassie.
wilburn-watt:
Fuck, five cups and coffee’s still not my best friend right now.
Has she woken up yet?
theamazonian-cressida:
I’m sad to say it were better circumstances as well, Devlin, but it’s not always good news when I’m called.
I briefly came into contact with a rogue leader and his destructive coven centuries back, though, even that jackass wasn’t responsible for creating a species that shouldn’t exist.
Of course it isn’t always. You’re the backup.
So, you have a history with asshole witches and their covens of trouble. Well, we can use any help we can get against the hybrids. We still don’t know anything about them other than the fact that they shouldn’t be walking, talking, breathing, and yet they are.
thecompassionate-hunter:
You wanted to talk?
When do I ever talk?
theamazonian-cressida:
I see my reputation proceeds me quite so, but I prefer Cressida. It was no surprise the reason she called me here.
Devlin McMahon. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, Cressida, but duty calls. Dealt with a bunch of crazy witches before?
archerxalys:
It’s not exactly fun, especially when it’s going to explode onto all of us.
At least you won’t be one of the ones she’s angry at. It’ll be like a small grenade on you while it’s an atomic bomb on Wil and I.
charlotte-atwood:
Would I blame you if you did want to? Sitting out isn’t an option either should the hybrids or the Chastain’s involve us into their messes and we’re all too anxious for the sidelines anyway, sweetie. I don’t know that, hunters are dying every day, but we’re tougher than the typical caravan. We have a fierce determination to complete our purpose even if our numbers are few.
Every species, every vampire, werewolf, witch, even the humans walking this earth come from legend. We as hunters are descended from warriors known as the Amazons. This one’s helped the caravan before you younglings were ideas, her name’s Cressida.
Running away would be easy, but our job isn’t supposed to be easy. Of course we’re stronger than the typical caravan, only because all the others were weeded out during raids-- killed because they were just a fraction too slow. You really think we have a leg to stand on with these hybrids and demented witches? Truly?
Cressida the Amazon... okay. I don’t know exactly what she’s going to bring to the table, but I can’t deny having an extra number is that much more helpful.