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Knight in Vervain Coated Armour || Wendy and Viola

Wendy sighed, mock-disappointed, but a grin quickly overtook her face. “Well, it was worth a shot.” She looked down at her wrist and touched the brace lightly, hoping she’d only have to wear it awhile. It barely hurt now, but there was the possibility of it being swollen and sore tomorrow. That wouldn’t do. “It’s okay. Usually I can get by with the internet and my knowledge of basic latin.”

She raised her eyebrows gently. “I’m a little gross.” Wendy laughed, softly. “But that does sound appealing. I just - I feel like an idiot, if I’m honest.” And normally she wouldn’t be. She was much happier putting on a front, but if she couldn’t be honest with Viola, who was there for Wendy to truly talk to? “I took him on recklessly, and lost. He could have killed me, and then this would all have been over.”

"Maybe a little," Viola laughed, reaching over and brushing some dirt off Wendy before releasing her and moving to grab two bottles of water out of the fridge. She nodded, understanding Wendy's feeling entirely.

"Everyone makes mistakes. That's why we're a group," she handed Wendy a bottle and sat down at the bar in the middle of the kitchen. "Five heads are better than one, we just have to find the other two," Viola hesitated, playing with her own water bottle for just a moment. "Just be careful. One vampire isn't worth dying over, we have the entire breed to kill out," her fingers reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Talking about death- death by vampires- made her very uncomfortable.

Knight in Vervain Coated Armour || Wendy and Viola

"That would be great. Any chance you’re familiar with archaic latin?" Wendy asked, arching a bemused eyebrow. "It’s slow going, translating that stuff." She sighed. "Honestly, I don’t know why we ever stopped speaking latin. Everyone knew it, way back when."

Wendy offered up her arm and let Viola guide it into the brace, barely frowning though she wanted to wince. Normally she would deny the pain meds - she didn’t like ingesting anything not 100% pre-approved - but she knew she shouldn’t refuse. It would take any swelling down. She followed Viola back into the house, her eyes glancing curiously around. So preoccupied in learning about her new partner, Wendy barely heard Viola’s words. “Oh. Yeah. No, I think I’m okay. Unless - am I too grimy and gross?” She looked down at herself, frowning softly. There was gravel stuck to her clothes still, and a bit of dirt smudged on her arms where she’d caught her fall. Maybe a shower wasn’t a terrible idea.

"No at all," she laughed a little. Viola wasn't an idiot by any means, but she'd learned things that would be helpful for hunts, for organizing them, for running the family business. She nodded, unsure what to say. She'd never considered a universal language being useful. She liked language, it was culture embodied in word. Also, it allowed for uninterpretable speech around foreigners. Her eyes slid over Wendy's form, observing the gravel and scrapes.

"You're not gross," she said, honestly. "Showers just help me relax, and facing down an old vampire can be stressful."

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hunter to hunter → nate & viola

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Nate raised his eyebrows at her suggestion, seriously considering it. He dropped his head at her statement that he hadn’t been getting out much, unsure as to why he hadn’t thought about inviting him to tag along sooner. “He wouldn’t happen to be here now, would he?” When he raised his head, Viola was walking back into the house, the door left open. Assuming it was okay for him to enter, he walked in warily and closed the door behind him as he followed her into the house. “Don’t think I’ve ever been in the Cazador residence,” he said, attempting some form of small talk.

#i swear to god i replied to this #??#but I guess I didnt??#idek??#007 #p: nate

"No," she answered, opening the refrigerator and searching for a spot for the lasagna. Grandma had someone bring food into the house, though Viola wasn't sure why. Food being in the house didn't make Viola a cook, nor did it make her eat.

"We don't invite people in," she said, leaning down to place the food inside and shutting the fridge door. "Occupational precaution,"

Knight in Vervain Coated Armour || Wendy and Viola

Wendy twisted her lips together, utterly disappointed in Jeremy, but nodded. “Yes, let’s. He did seem at least curious about us, the Five. Maybe that will help…showing him that he’s a part of something.” She and Viola had to convince him of the cause. They were still two short, they couldn’t afford Jeremy’s loss as well. And at least Wendy could count on Viola’s passion and dedication to back her up. “I wish I had my research on me. I know I promised I’d show you some of it. You could help me understand the stuff on the mark…”

Wendy trailed after Viola, grateful for her assistance. Her wrist was beginning to ache dully, and she’d be happy to brace it against further damage, but she was more pleased for just the company. The extra mind and body in this fight. “It’s sort of incredible. You having all of this stuff, your family’s legacy. I mean, I’m twenty two and I don’t even have a proper apartment - it’s a studio, no space for training.” Wendy rolled her eyes.

"We can look at it when I take you home if you'd like," she suggested, opening the door through the kitchen and flipping the light switch on in the garage to reveal... a perfectly normal garage. A black SUV sat, unused, in an available spot, a few workbenches had been set up along the wall, along with some metal cabinets that were all locked. She pulled a key off of her key ring and unlocked one of them, opening it to reveal a small supply of medical products. She grabbed a brace and some ibuprofen before locking the cabinet back and dropping the key into her pocket once more.

"Here," she said, undoing the velcro and helping the girl slide her tiny hands into the brace. "There's water in the kitchen for the pain medicine," she grabbed it, and started walking back into the house. "If you need to shower or anything, I have plenty of clothes that you can probably fit into."

And Then There Were Two || Grayson and Viola

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Grayson looked at Viola, her harsh tone only making him feel like she may never change. Even when Micah was dead, she was the same. It was like his death didn’t affect her. And Grayson felt more on his own that he would have liked. The one thing that had him fighting was thinking of Jenny, and how he would do anything for. But of course her memories were gone. So his predicament was at a loss. He couldn’t even say a word after she finished her comment on their normalcy. It was true, they would have never been normal. But part of Grayson knew that he would have been the only one to have the normal life.

"No," he simply said. "They won’t be as good as Micah was," he purposely added. He just wanted to see some reaction out of Viola. Something that could give Grayson faith that he could still have a family to lean on. "I was going to with Nate, but decided it would have been smart to just let Micah teach me. He was the best after all… but I guess he wasn’t all his best in the end." He didn’t even give one emotion. All he did was verbally abuse his way to his sister. How would she react?

#009 #p: grayson #just gonna ignore micah derpderpderp

She could feel herself blink back a flinch every time Grayson spit out Micah's name as if it were a physical blow. She started over on the bow in front of her, unable to concentrate enough to clean it as meticulously as it deserved.

"Perhaps it's for the best," she said, clearing her throat and straightening her posture. "The little I've seen of Nate, he doesn't seem as well trained as you. You could probably teach him a thing or two though," she added, thinking that the idea of Grayson training someone could be good. He was a good kid, after all. A little emotional, but he knew what he was doing all the same.

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Knight in Vervain Coated Armour || Wendy and Viola

Wendy’s frown deepened. “You mean he doesn’t kill at all? I thought he was just ignorant, not neglectful. How could he ignore this? How could he not want to kill them?” A hunter who didn’t hunt? That wouldn’t do for Wendy. Every member of the Five needed to be dedicated for this to work. It didn’t make sense to her, how someone could share their calling and yet not feel as passionately about it as she and Viola did. Even a random human picked off the street should have been in agreement: vampires were monsters. Demons. And if given the power, the chance, to rid the earth of that? Wouldn’t anyone throw themselves into the cause once they knew they could?

"Ah, of course." Wendy stepped easily over the threshold, eyes glancing idly over Viola’s entryway. She was more interested in the weapons and training room than anything, but she was curious to see how this hunter family lived. "If only everyone followed your lead." She sighed. Modern politeness shouldn’t have been a killer, but it was. That and a serious lack of vervain knowledge.

"I don't know, but I would know if he was killing on the regular," she shrugged, dropped her wallet inside the end table drawer and moving the lock the door behind Wendy. "Maybe we should speak with him together," she suggested, unconsciously taking Wendy's project and making it into both of theirs. She couldn't not care about the Five the way Wendy did. Her enthusiasm, her dream, it was contagious. Wendy's presence only made her want to kill vampires more, Viola hadn't even know that she could be even more passionate about hunting. Grayson was going to start rolling his eyes again if he met Wendy and heard them speak of hunting. The idea made Viola smile, he hadn't rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm for hunting since Micah.

"Braces are in the garage," she said, indicating for Wendy to follow her. She knew their house was huge for just two people- especially when neither of them were even old enough to legally drink. It made her somewhat self-conscious.