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Noel Vega - 39 - Private RP Account for Crescent Hills Rp Group

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flissthomas​:

The witch’s eyes glance to where he held and she stepped forward. She didn’t wish to startle the man, nor did she wish to have him leave her. Not while he was injured. “You must let me look, quickly inside please.” her eyes were filled with concern. “I’m no doctor… but i have seen my fair share of injuries.” 

She ushered the man inside, nodding to a rocking chair in the corner of the room. “I can… check for that. I have an oil mixture that can… draw things out. But it will sting.” She reached into ehr draws quickly for her full moon supplies. “Trust me, it’s a family secret.”

“I don’t know.” Vega began, with his usual hesitancy and excuses lined up. So many things he just wished he could take care of on his own, despite how hard headed a notion that was. But Miss Thomas spoke assuredly and he let her show him into the shop.

“Trust...” He said, taking a little while to agree to it. If it had been magic that caused this annoyance, it was hard to want to rely on magic to get it to stop. Again, him being stubborn, so he sighed. 

“Stinging will be more agreeable than whatever this has been doing for the past months.” He grumbled, beginning to pull on his shirt. He tore the thin bloody bandage up to reveal the shoddy sutures he’d used on the long cut. The area around the cut was still bruised it all looked relatively fresh with minimal scabbing. Just looking at it caused him to acknowledge the annoying throbbing it caused. 

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avaxsinclair​:

Ava nodded, confusion still clearly painted upon her face. Not many people were around them, the main street of Crescent Hill was not as crowded as it used to be. It seemed for the entire town there was now a before and an after. Before all the bad things happened and the bodies piled up, and now, the new normal. Everyone still seemed to be in shock, Ava most of all. 

She gave the man in front of her another look over and then forced herself to smile. “I am glad I do not have any allergies, but I guess it can be terribly exhausting. Haven’t seen you before though, are you new or just passing through?” She tried to keep her distrust out of her face. But she could not help asking.

Vega wiped at his nose and felt the tingling stop enough for him to test the air again. Whatever had wafted by was gone, thankfully. He sighed, relieved and nodded at the girl.

“Passing through.” He said, and he shifted his weight to step back a little. She seemed just as tense as he was, so he explained a little. “I’m looking for somebody. I caught wind that they might have stopped here. I just want to make sure they’re okay.” And it was the truth, despite how vague he was. Vega was still worried if other’s had been involved in his daughter’s disappearance. 

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chefdwight​:

“Hmm,” Dwight nodded. “I was bitten three years ago summer just gone. I feel lucky the pack here took me in. They have never made me feel like an outsider. It’s a home.” He gave a small smile, being a part of the pack had definitely changed his life as much as being a wolf had.

“I suppose we are, yes. I know I can be stubborn,” he laughed with him. “Fresh meat. Imagine that. I’ve never been a hunter. Fishing, yeah. But I’ve never caught my own meat. I mean, unless I have in wolf form. But that’s a different matter.”

Vega gained more of an admiration for the pack here after hearing that. It reminded him of his old pack. While they had ended up disbanded, they had once been there to take in a single father and his small human daughter, and people like that weren’t all bad, despite what had happened at the end. “They sound like a good family. Makes me that much more hopeful that if my daughter did come through here, she’d find welcoming arms at least with the pack. It’s the strange mix of others here that has me more worried.” He voiced his concern about the large mix of supernaturals in Crescent Hills.

“Well that goes without saying.” Vega laughed. “I was out in the wilderness a lot as a teenager. Lived in the mountains, kind of remote, so hunting was a must. I’m a crack shot.” He bragged, “And I like to think I’d be just as precise without my wolf side, but it does help a lot.” He laughed. 

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littlexjoey​:

Joey gave him a small smile, taking her bag from her shoulder. She had so many questions in her own head. Why was he here really? What had happened to him? Though she knew it wasn’t her place to ask. All she could do was help him now. “Then you’re welcome. I’m glad to be remembered from my kindness. And hopefully… you’ll know if you need anything else. I’ll help.” She raised a brow. “I can clean a wound. Don’t worry.” 

She nodded, taking the antiseptic and a cloth from her bag. “Can I?” she asked, gesturing to his shirt that was covering his wound. “I’m twenty five years old, I’m not a child. Nothing would be inappropriate. I just, I want to help.”

"I’ll keep that in mind.” Vega said, and gave a deep nod to defer to her knowledge on the subject. 

“Call me old fashioned.” He explained, although he had mistaken her for a teenager. He pulled on his shirt revealed a large bruise that extended around a taped and bloody, bandage. Vega tore it away with a just a small intake of breath. 

The cut was long and thankfully not too deep, but it looked fresh despite it being months now since the incident. The scabbing was minimal and it was being held together by a messy set of sutures he’d done himself with fishing line. Upon seeing it, he could feel the deep pulsating pain that he normally could ignore when it was out of sight. 

“I’ve kept it clean and bandaged,” But he now sounded more unsure of what he’d been doing given that he was being scrutinized by someone with more experience than him. “This stuff isn’t my area of expertise.” 

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nateharrisonchills​:

“I apologise,” he laughed a little. “I really do know though. I’m only twenty eight but it feels old when I see the way fifteen year olds are now. Things do change all the time. It’s why I just… try to enjoy life. I know sounds cliche.”

Nate raised a brow, watching the man for a moment. He often wondered how and why people ended up in this small town. “Oh? A nice surprise then?” he asked, offering a smile. “Well, who are they? Maybe I know them?”

"Fifteen is a terrible age.” Vega said, but he was smirking. “But if anybody knows how to enjoy life its rebellious teenagers.” And of course he spoke of his daughter mostly, and another surge of worry made his heart clench. In the end his smile just tightened and he said with a shrug.

“It’s a cliche for a reason, I suppose. 

Vega sighed, with a sad nod. “It was a nice surprise, among other things. But more importantly we’re now both on the lookout for her.” So with some hesitation Vega dropped the last bits of pretenses. His reasonings for not outright saying anything, becoming more and more hindering to his search, he finally reasoned. 

“My daughter.” He said, giving a brief description of the girl. “She’s old enough to be on her own now, but she left without warning. I’m worried something might be wrong. I think she came this way.”

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ladyxlucille​:

She pressed her lips together, refusing to show how much his words got under her skin. She wasn’t all powerful, no. She had more humanity left inside of her than she’d want anyone to know. “You may as well just say it, Noel. I’m a vampire. How could I be fully trusted? How could I be needed by two mortals?” She gave a half laughed, covering whatever she really felt. 

She looked up, his eyes were on her and she stared back. “You promised and yet I see no sign of her. I may not be the most maternal woman in the world. I am over two centuries old. But don’t for one second act like I did not care for you or her.” She shook her head. “You lost her. She clearly wasn’t okay with you.”

“Well, there’s a close pack here. If she had heard of them… maybe she has been nearby,” she let out a breath, composing herself. “I am not one to keep check on wolf packs myself. Or maybe… she really does take after us both. A lone wolf. Pun intended. We both act like we’re okay on our own.”

“You are a vampire. It’s always been very clear to me. What isn’t is why you’d waste your time with us.” 

He shook his head, knowing she’d hold that over his head. All the times he’d needed her, been too weak to protect their daughter when they’d been together. Protect them. “You knew everything about me. My sad short life before her. I barely know you at all. How can there be trust like that.” She’d always have more years on him, more experience, he was one lone man inching closer to the grave.

Guilt, anger, exhaustion, and even after all these years that love he’d had for her that had twisted to a painful resentment, all on display because Noel couldn’t hide his emotions if he’d tried. But hearing her say she cared, made him search her features for it, hungry to find it. 

“No, she wasn’t.” He agreed, there would be no arguments there. “I’ll live with this mistake for the rest of my life. Even when we find her.” He had to believe they would. There was no alternative for him. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we don’t.”

“My next move is to speak with the pack leader. I’ll see what they have to say. She was still human when I last saw her...” He said, voicing a bit of his concern. “If she’s turned, she could be finding refuge with any of the factions here.”

Noel almost laughed. “If her disappearing wasn’t punishment enough. If she took only our bad habits, god help us.” He looked back at her, thinking I don’t deserve you.

Instead he said, “Thank you.”

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flissthomas​:

Fliss glanced, immediately trying to glance at the cut. “Is it still bleeding?” She asked, raising a brow. Only a few weeks early, she had pulled a splinter out of Dwight that had been preventing him from healing. 

“Did you check the cut was clear? Nothing stuck in it?” She hinted, she didn’t know what he was… but she had her suspicions. “If you’ve checked i’d suggest Yarrow… either as a powder or ingesting it.” She paused. “Although it’s probably safer as a powder.” She laughed nervously. 

Vega held his hand under the wound, but it was still under the dress shirt, just a little blood peaking through. He pushed on it and sure enough the red spread. “Looks like a yes. It comes and goes. Mostly a nuisance.” He grumbled, not having wanted to believe it was anything serious

He thought on the question. “That could be the issue. I’ve just continued to close it up and didn’t think to poke around in there. Though I don’t feel anything like that.” It was mostly a dull pain, sharp whenever it opened up again. “Yarrow?” He nodded, searching his mind if he had heard of it before. “I’ll try anything.”

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chefdwight​:

Dwight looked over at the wolf, giving him a moment to his thoughts. He looked like he needed it. He didn’t know the guy’s full story but he could only assume he had a lot on his mind right now with his daughter.

“Indeed. I know the way I became a wolf, well I never would’ve asked for it… but, I am what I am now. And the pack has been good to me. It’s a home,” he nodded in agreement. 

“Yes, we wouldn’t leave anyone in need. You’re in our town, we’re not going to let you fend for yourself, even if you’re stubborn,” he laughed lightly. “Helping me with the fish will be plenty enough.”

Vega’s eyes went a little wide at the information. “Ah, new wolf? Yes I could understand that. It not being a choice can be difficult, but I’m glad you found a supporting family through the struggle.” It’s why he never pushed his daughter into turning. She would have a choice... with him.

“Are we all this stubborn? It’s not the best trait for group dynamics.” He laughed, “Well I can do much more. I do quite a bit of hunting too. If your restaurant needs any stocking up on venison or rabbit. I can help.”

Vega shotgunned the beer, feeling more like himself with the turn in conversation. 

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nateharrisonchills​:

“i will say nothing about your age. Promise,” he laughed, unable not to smile. “Though this is exactly how I feel when I reference things and the teenagers I teach have no idea what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, like the town square you could say.” He nodded, though he paused. “She? Do you know someone in town?”

“It’s not a good feeling.” Vega said, but he didn’t play up being hurt by it. “But I guess, sometimes it’s good to be reminded of how quickly things change. Means you can appreciate the fleeting moments.”

Vega scrunched up his features, turning his face against another gust of wind. He sniffed once but just recognized the smell he’d began associating with the town. Wet earth and magic and a tinge of iron, along with a few others he could not rightly place. 

“Funny enough I do, though I hadn’t expected seeing them here.” He said, speaking of Lucy instead but he shook his head. “No, I was just was hoping to reunite with someone else here. Caught wind that she might have come through is all.” He confessed with a nod.

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littlexjoey​:

Joey gave a small smile, glad to see the guy seemed to be somewhat giving in. She wanted to help him, she felt invested now she knew he was hurt. 

She looked up at him, nodding at his admission. “You don’t need to thank me for helping. You need it and I want to help. I don’t want to send you off and have you collapse due to blood loss of infection,” she said gently. “Ah, quick healing of sorts,” she said, telling him she understood. Though they both knew it wasn’t the place to talk about it. 

Joey took his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Vega. I’m Josephine. People call me Joey.”

Vega could understand that, his wariness coming more from the situation. It had been a rough year. “I will still remember the kindness. Just if you’re taking this as an opportunity for practice,” He paused, knowing beggars couldn’t be choosers. “Just be gentle.” He said with a small smile. While his hesitation was gone, it was hard not to have reservations. 

“Mucho gusto, Joey. I only have a hotel room. I don’t know if that would be suitable.” He frowned suddenly, before continuing with a whisper. “Or appropriate.”

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littlexjoey​:

The young woman looked over him, trying to read his body language, his complexation. Any signs to tell her that he wasn’t okay. “I don’t think it quite works like that. If it’s bad it’s only going to get worse and worse. Soon you may not be able to just ignore it,” she said, taking a small step closer. 

“Yeah, first aid stuff. Bandages, antiseptic,” she nodded, a slight bit of hope flashed on her features. She didn’t want him to leave this if he really was injured. 

“I guess, if you’re hiding it like that.” She raised a brow. “Well… without saying everything. I uh… I am aware of not so regular things. If um that’s what you’re getting at?”

Vega frowned, weighing this option. He hadn’t been still long enough to really get it addressed, taking this opportunity was probably going to be the best especially if he had to be on the move soon. 

He dropped his crossed arms at her reasoning and finally sighed and began to relax when he heard her all but confirm she at least was aware of the supernatural.

“I was.” He admitted, and that last bit of his hesitation was discarded. “Okay. Thank you for your insistence. It’s easy to take for granted needing the time to heal when it’s usually not something I have issues with, but I’ll say more when we’re not in public.” He finished holding his hand out. “My name is Vega.”

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flissthomas​:

Fliss nodded down the street. Beginning to walk. “I don’t know if you can call me a professional… but if i can help i’d like to. What are you looking for?”

Vega followed preparing his nose for the onslaught from the store that was to come. He was sure it wouldn’t be an issue now that he was expecting it. He thought about it with a, “Hmm,” He was certainly not a professional, but he tried to explain it the best he could. 

“I was cut deep. I was expecting it to heal  with just some bandages and sutures...” And his own physiology. “I don’t think it’s infected but I think I need something to clot the blood.” He concluded.

If he had to he’d explain with more depth that this had a magical bent. For now he’d see what the woman advised.

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chefdwight​:

Dwight nodded, hoping that his ramblings could somewhat help ease the man’s doubts. Though he knew he wasn’t a parent himself. 

“You’re welcome,” he replied for him, offering a small smile. “Of course I mean it. You came here looking for your daughter, you seem like a genuine man. You’re like me. I have no reason not to help. And I’d hope someone would do the same for me,” he gave a small nod of his head. The community in this town had meant a lot to him over the last few years. He wanted to do the same for someone else. 

“Yeah, local beer. We’re that kind of town. I get a lot of local stuff sourced for my restaurant.”

Vega leaned back in the boat, letting his eyes close for a second and letting his body rest. He could feel just how much he needed this. He hurt all over, the dull pain from his side finally registering again after he’d spent so long ignoring it. He nodded again.

“I always seem to take it for granted, what we have --the bonds we have with other wolves. It’s always good to be reminded of them.” He mused, looking back at Dwight.

“So it should go without saying that I am at the service of the Crescent Hills pack. Anyway I can repay the kindness, I will do it.” He’d make it clear to the pack leader as well, but he tipped the beer in Dwight’s direction. “Any help you may need; starting with catching some fish, ey?” He chuckled.

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weepingwillcws​:

a kind stranger indeed, giving in to his demands, ambroise quite happily threw the jacket over his head, face and hands covered from the corrosive power of the sun. the itch soon disappeared, and the vampire plucked a cigarette out of packet given to him. “hey - i’m not fucking homeless, yeah? just messed up. rough night,” was his sharp reply, lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag. “i do live somewhere, if that’s what you’re asking,”

Vega shrugged with a small shake of his head. “I’ve been living out of cars and errant motel rooms the past year;” He sheepishly gave as a reason for his comment, “Forgive the assumption.” 

“Just seems like a dire situation...” He trailed off, “But of course, I’m probably holding you up.” He said.

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nateharrisonchills​:

Nate gave a small laugh, nodding. “I mean, I have no idea what that is but I can appreciate it.” 

“That I can do, I spend a lot of time there. Music is my thing. Not that you asked that.” He pointed. “Centre of town. There’s a few things around there. Maybe you can check them out too before you get too busy.”

“It was old when I was young, so I don’t blame you.” Vega barked a laugh. The nature of syndication wasn’t helping his old references he reasoned, instead of the gut instinct of feeling old.

“Is that so? Well, I haven’t been to the center of town yet so I’ll certainly take in the sights. It might be nice and she could’ve gone through there if anywhere.” It was a hopeful thought, that she was having fun here and not something worse. He cleared his throat the only indication the sentiment had meant more than he had wanted to let on. The guy was disarming.

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nateharrisonchills​Ve

“I do love the beach. I lived near one most of my life, in different places and sadly most of the time I never left the walls of my schools,” he laughed, shaking his head at himself. “You should, nothing more relaxing.”

“Mysterious and stoic. I would’ve gone with something like that. I’m not too good at stoic. I talk too much, smile too much. Just my face,” he joked. “Well, do you need help with anything? Directions? Pointing to anywhere in particular?”

“I can only imagine,” He said laughing a little and getting an image stuck in his head, “For some reason all I can think of now is Hawaii Five-O as a reference. I’m sure that’s not what you meant.” Old reruns with endearing, bad Spanish dubs a hit in his household as a kid.

Vega nodded, turning around on the street as he asked. “Just let me know where the Jazz club is. Would be nice to take a look at it before it gets too busy.” The conversation had been a nice distraction and even if it had felt a little rocky at times.

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chefdwight​:

“Trust me, I get you on that. It reminds me of being a kid, of the memories with my mother, my childhood, cooking school. A lot of good parts of my life,” he nodded, letting out a small laugh at how sentimental he was being. 

“Never, you’re being a father. I was an adult when I joined the military. Didn’t stop my parents from worrying.” He nodded. “She’s left without telling you, that not knowing, I can imagine would drive any parent crazy. Good, good. And anything you need, let me know. I could come out looking with you?”

He sighed at Dwight’s reasoning, it helped ease the doubts flaring up in his mind, but not by much. He’d soon have to reckon with the truth and that was almost as scary as not knowing. He was stuck, for the moment, so the offer really touched him.

“That’s... I...” He wanted to decline, wanted to continue this journey on his own, because it was his job, his responsibility and yet. “I can’t tell you how much that offer means to me. If you genuinely mean it, how could I say no.” He was awestruck, but his shoulders relaxed and his face looked all the more younger without the wrinkle lines from the persistent frown he’d been wearing.

Vega smiled more genuinely, finally opening the beer. Taking a sip he realized it wasn’t a brand he was familiar with. “Local?” He asked about it. His hands were chilled numb from the cold of the can and the wind out on the lake, it made him shiver a little.