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Colette Dupain

"The best part about being undead? I can take up as many bad habits as I want without any consequences."

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a character in “project cryptid”, as played by eratø

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XXColette Dupain

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66 inches | 167 cm
Fluid fire to her low back
Crystal blue & peridot
Her eyes, instead of being a solid colour, are mixed and will change quite often. The crystalline shade of blue is offset by a striking peridot ring around her pupils. When hungry, the colour is leeched her sclera turns black.


Colette prefers to wear darker colours as blood is less noticeable on black. Generally, she'll wear heeled boots to add to her height, and always wears an ouroboros ring on her left index finger.




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LIKES;
→ Classical Music || Perhaps this is her age speaking but Colette prefers the violin over edm.
→ Stargazing || Surprise, surprise: the vampire likes being outdoors at night.
→ Hydrangeas || Her favourite flower, she much prefers these over roses any day.
→ Shopping || If you took a look in her closet, you may notice she has a particular problem with hoarding shoes.
→ Cigarettes || The best part of immortality is being able to partake in bad habits and not kill yourself with them.
→ Blood || A cliche at it's finest but to her, blood is as good as a glass of wine.
→ Travelling || She's lived all over with her coven and the bug to constantly move has never faded.





DISLIKES;
→ Talkative people || You know the kind, the ones who don't seem to understand that they are being annoying.
→ Sunlight || Considering prolonged exposure can kill her, this is a given.
→ Pine trees || She hates the smell.
→ Tans || Truthtfully, she's just jealous of people who can tan and stay in the sun without dying.
→ Caterpillars || She absolutely terrified of caterpillars.
→ Flats || She won't be caught dead in shoes without even the slightest of heel.
→ Mismatching Socks || A tad OCD, seeing someone wear mismatching socks actually really gets to her.

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Colette is best described as being a compound mixture of multiple personalities; it's as if she could never settle on one. She knows how to wear masks to suit her audience and will change at the drop of a dime; some might call that being manipulative, but she doesn't think so. Despite being quite charismatic and charming just about anyone with her smiles, sometimes she prefers being introverted. When she enters this phase, it's not unusual to find her being quiet for hours on end, only humming noncommitally when someone asks her a question. She's not a leader by any means, and would rather let someone else do the planning than cause herself that headache. A tad on the quiet side, Colette enjoys contemplating the world around her, almost to the point of being brooding. Having lived for as long as she has, and in numerous places, she could be classified as being quite the intellectual on a variety of subjects, making her an ideal conservational partner when she's up to it. Holding true to the redhead cliche, when angered, this vampire possesses quite temper and isn't afraid to let everyone know she's pissed about something. That doesn't mean she's confrontational 24/7, no she's an odd pacifist for a vampire. She'd rather not dirty her hands, if it can be avoided, and doesn't find particular enjoyment in the act of killing.


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As a vampire, not only is she immortal, as in being exteremely difficult to kill, but her healing abilities are profound. Able to recover from stab wounds and gun shots in mere seconds, she can't be harmed with ordinary weapons... she even found she can reattach/regrow lost limbs, granted it does take an hour or so. She also has an enhanced physical condition that is applicable to her strength, speed, and agility. She can run for hours on end at top speeds without feeling tired and can easily scale trees or buildings. Colette's night vision, due to her species, is also unparalleled and is said to be even better than a cat's. However, all of those abilities are just common for her species; her distinguishing talent lies in her ability to use electrokinesis. Able to manipulate and create electricity/lightning, she can hurl balls of charge at objects, create very limited forcefields, and provide one hell of a nasty shock.

Her weaknesses include prolonged exposure to sunlight, weapons made of pure silver, and being withheld blood. She also can't use certain abilities, such as forcefields, for long periods of time as it saps her energy and causes the need for her to feed grow. The ability to reattach severed limbs also has the same tiring effect on her body.





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Colette views her life actually beginning when she was turned into a vampire in the year 1880, choosing to dismiss her existence as a human altogether. She was changed rather late in her life, at 20 years old, which froze her into immortal youth. Born in 1860, during the Victorian era, her parents were the very definition of aristrocratic. Her human mother, a French socialite, married an English lord, and together, they conceived little Colette. Growing up, she spent her autumns and winters in London, and, come the summer, she'd be in Paris to escape the smell of the Thames. Naturally, she grew up being taught all the things a proper lady should; ettiquette, fluency in multiple languages, social conventions, and, most importantly, how to be the perfect wife. Naturally, one could see why that type of lifestyle could be boring and stifling, especially for someone who likes their freedom. Seeking to stave off their daughter's boredom in a contained manner, her parents hired their daugher a new maid, Estelle, in the year 1879.

What her human parents didn't know was that they invited a vampire into their midsts... nor that Colette and Estelle had developed an unconventional relationship. While not entirely exclusive, the two girls fooled around more than Colette would ever admit to, and with that came special feelings of attachment. When Cole had turned 20 in 1880, and her parents were pushing for an arranged marriage, Estelle offered her a way out. Thinking it was a joke, Colette agreed to let Estelle transform her.... it was quite a shock, as you can imagine, when it actually worked.

Leaving her parents for the life of being undead, Cole joined Estelle's coven, and together, they roamed from place to place. Every now and then, they would blood new vampires when someone caught their interest... that is, until they tried to change the wrong person. A shocker, I'm sure, but hunters don't exactly appreciate it when a vampire offers them a new life of being undead. In the chase, Colette was uncharacteristically selfless by offering to serve as the distraction to throw the hunter off the coven's trail. From the perspective of leading the hunter away from the coven, she did a great job. From the perspective of getting away? Not so much. She ended up being a subject in Project Cryptid on March 23, 2000.





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So begins...

Colette Dupain's Story

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"Code Orange. Code Orange. There has been a breach in Sector 25. All personnel are to be on the look out and cautious at all times. Prisoners 001 through 006 are considered highly dangerous and immediate capture is necessary. Code Orange. Code Orange." The long and dark hallways of the facility were lit by the flash of the red emergency lights and the occasional flashlight attached to the large gun of a guard. While the facility was rather quiet at night, it was now littered with the thundering sound of the footsteps of guards, their shouts of who went where, and an alarm that echoed through the halls.

The majority of the staff was shocked they had done it. They had spent years making sure an escape was entirely impossible. They had managed to do it in about a month. While, half the staff at the hospital were frankly terrified with how they had underestimated them, the others were pissed. To them it was like a slap in the face.

"I don't care what the fuck you have to do, just bring them back, now". The head of security, General Williams, but most called him Captain due to the patch that covered his right eye. A werewolf had clawed it right out when he was twenty, and let's just say it was the fire in his veins. "Dead or alive. Just intact." He eyed each of the most qualified, skilled men and women in the facility. "Now get the hell out of my sight, and don't come back until you have each of those fuckers in front of me". With that he stormed out of the room.


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32 days. 32 days he had spent locked away being poked and prodded, by people he thought were just a myth a month ago. He had spent the days aimlessly awaiting each next horror, like a sitting duck. His only moments with a free mind spent thinking of his family. Aelfric, his father, probably trying to keep the family from falling apart with his sudden dissapearance. His father was always the one that kept them above the water, and Khee could only hope that he hadn't finally cracked. Tianna, his mother, god he missed her, he knew she was a mess. His mother was very passionate and strong, but she loved her children more than she loved herself. Finally, Rhoswen, his white rose, his little sister, the thought of her was the only thing that kept him alive in that hellhole. She was the light in his life, a pure, innocent fae with a heart of gold.
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The second his hands shoved the door into the outside world, it took everything for him not to fall to his knees in overwhelming joy. The cool breeze and light from the moon, things he would've never given a second thought, suddenly felt like the greatest things the world had to offer. He couldn't believe they had pulled it off, the plan was simplistic, yet calculated. Each of them played a small part in their escape, which had started with a pact that they'd help each other get home. Kheelan couldn't deny that together, they were a force to reckon with.

The sudden sounds of gunshots and yelling forced his legs to move, as he dashed out the door taking off for the woods that surrounded the facility. He had no idea where they were and where he was going. As long as he was very, very far away from that place. He could hear the others running, but he couldn't spare a second to see which of them were behind him. "Don't stop running!"
He yelled at the others as he neared the edge of the forest.

Just as his outstretched hand brushed the first bush at the start of the vast forest, a sharp pain suddenly struck the back of his right thigh and he let out a startled cry as he tripped, tumbling face first through the bush and into the forest. He scrambled to his feet, his thigh throbbing in pain, he could barely see his leg as he touched the wound, his hands coming back with blood. "Damnit" He'd been shot. I don't have time. I have to keep moving. Keep moving. He repeated the phrase over and over in his hand as he picked up his pace and began to run again through the woods.

The sound of soldiers got increasingly closer, and the fact that for one he couldn't see five feet in front of his face and he had a bullet lodged in his leg, didn't really help him out. His leg suddenly felt as if it had been dipped in liquid flame and he inhaled sharply at the pain, biting his lip to hold back a cry. In a last ditch effort he ducked behind a tree, 32 days shackled in iron cuffs made him forget that he was a magical being. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a rather shaky deep breath, trying to concentrate. His form rippled a little, before blending completely into the tree. He let out a very quiet breath of relief, and not a minute later a flurry of soldiers ran past the tree, completely oblivious to his concealed form. When he was sure they had all passed, he sunk to the ground his illusion slowly fading as he became visible.

He gently grabbed his leg and pressed slightly on the wound, crying out softly. Silver. Of course they had shot him with a silver bullet. He closed his eye and took a deep breath before pressing his fingers into the wound again, trying to get the bullet out. It took everything for him not to scream, what came out was a quiet guttural noise of pain, his hands trembled. "Thes, thes thes. Tysti ol, Khee ber kaer air or". He muttered quietly in Krim as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. The longer the silver stayed in his system the weaker he got.

He finally realized his efforts of getting the bullet out were futile, and at this point he was merely wasting time. He needed to keep moving, find one of the others, find some place to hide. He gradually pushed himself off the ground and began to slowly limp forward, trying to block out the pain in his mind. He had escaped, they'd done it, and he wasn't going to let a gunshot wound put him right back in.

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Character Portrait: Joah Newbold Character Portrait: Kheelan Wattyr Character Portrait: Colette Dupain Character Portrait: T. "Tango" Greeves Character Portrait: Camael Houghton Character Portrait: Ollie Montague
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All someone could hear around Tango was gunfire, the sound of weapons charging, and magazines hitting the floor. Tango couldn’t sleep so he decided to let off some steam at the gun range. But what happened next caught him slightly off guard. The lights suddenly went off, and replaced with the flashing emergency lights, and the alarm sounded. “Code Orange? No…” Tango said in disbelief, picking up his rifle off the counter and running down the hall way towards Captain's office.

Tango weaved through other guards that were heading in all directions and scientists scrambling, Tango was the last to enter the conference room where General Williams and other skilled guards and agents were, catching just the end of the conversation, saying to get them back dead or alive and to leave, before he stormed out. Well, let’s see who is gonna end up dead and who is gonna end up staying alive. Tango thought to himself as he was the first out of the room. They have to be heading towards the front door. He thought as he took the shortest route to it, pushing past freaking out scientists.

The super naturals were barely here for a month, and yet, here they were escaping. Tango was surprised that it took this long for anyone of them to even attempt an escape, but ALL of them actually being loose at the same time? No this wasn’t just an impulse attack and try to escape, this had to be planned.

Most of the other guards were going through all rooms to make sure they were clear, but Tango knew better. The super naturals wouldn’t hide in the place they hated, they would want to get out and go somewhere that wasn’t here. As he rounded a corner he found a couple of guard’s bodies on the ground. “Yeah, they went through here.” Tango said to himself outloud as he went around the bodies, some still dripping with fresh blood. He may not be able to catch them at full speed, but all the fighting they were doing, and other guards were slowing them down. Plus, Tango doubted they would get out with no wounds, if they manage to get out at all.

Tango rounded the last corner just to look down the long hallway to see the super naturals pushing open the front door, usually it would have an electronic lock to open, but with the power out and the back-up generators not on yet, it was just a regular heavy door at this point. Tango sprinted down the hallway, almost tripping over knocked over tables, chairs, and even more bodies. The door closing behind the super naturals in his sight.

The door flew open as Tango pointed his rifle towards the forest, seeing the super naturals about to make it in. “Hey!” Tango shouted, but doubtful they would stop at his shouts, but then he saw Prisoner 002, the Vampire. “Colette!” He yelled, and she stopped for a second while the other super naturals continue to run. She had turned and faced Tango, his rifle pointing right at her. He could take the shot right now, silver bullets and all, but Tango just stood there.

Tango was staring at Colette down his sights, hesitating to pull the trigger. Before anything else could happen the front door flew open and Colette darted off. Gun fire erupted into the woods from the other guards in the door way, just trying to hit anything and shredding into the bushes. Tango quickly went back inside to gather his items while other guards rushed into the woods after the escaped prisoners. Tango had to gear up if he was going to chase them down, it wasn't going to be easy.

Pouches of salt for the Demon and Angel, silver ammunition for the Fae, Werewolf and Vampire, a silver knife incase his firearms don’t work out, and some enhanced hearing protection for the Siren. The Siren didn’t have much of a weakness that they were able to discover, but her fragile bones would still be susceptible to bullets, just would have to watch out for her talons. Tango threw on his lightweight armor, knowing when he caught up to them, he would need more than regular clothes, and headed out of his office. Tango stopped by the lab to grab a couple syringes to sedate the super naturals, along with a couple other syringes filled with different liquids, and then headed back out into the dark woods with a small group of about five guards with him. "Some blood trail in this direction, lets go." Tango said as the others followed him with their flashlights on.

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Joah had never particularly felt strongly about running one way or the other, but feeling the muscles in his legs stretch and pull and work after over a month of being cooped up was a revelation. The rest of the group scattered, going in all different directions toward the thick brush in front of them.

Really, it was poor planning, he thought, still running. If you're going to put a prison in the middle of the woods instead of on a plain with high visibility, you deserve to have your prisoners escape. Well, they deserved to have their prisoners escape for a lot of reasons.

He left those thoughts behind him as he ran, the popopops of gunfire following them all and the crunch of pine needles under the thin soles of his government issued shoes. No sooner had he hit the first line of cover than he heard a cry of pain ring in the air. Someone had been hit. He didn't hesitate. The zigzag pattern he'd been running in wove around trees and bushes, pushing toward his best estimate of where the injured party would be.

A sick knot pulled in his gut, urging him away from his path. Only one thing had ever felt so foreboding. The angel. It was as good a bet as any, so Joah took it. He followed the nausea exactly in the direction it wanted him to avoid. Every long stride pooled in his stomach until he smelled the sparkling metal of fae blood and the overwhelming rot of an angel. There, pushing himself weakly off the ground, was Kheelan. The angel stood in front of him, hovering uselessly, and Colette had beaten Joah to him by seconds.

"For fuck's sakes, Kheelan," Joah whispered sharply, "you're going to hurt yourself more."

"Can you carry him and still run?" he asked Colette. "If we get out of here, we can find a drugstore and take care of this."

He looked up at the trees--the towering evergreens and peeling birches--for the first time since their escape. It didn't exactly narrow down their location at all, and they were still missing two people.

"Does anyone actually know where we are?"

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Kheelan was making slow progress through the woods, trying hard not to mutter a string of Krim curses along the way. Of course, he would be the one to get hurt. Fairy luck was nothing but bullshit if you'd ask him.

He stopped rather abruptly when he heard a powerful gust of wind and a sudden breeze tickled the back of his neck. He turned sharply to see Cam, the angel push himself of the ground. If Khee wouldn't have been shot in the leg he would be rather excited that the angel had come to his rescue. "Khee,"
Cam called out quietly to him and moved closer. "Khee, what happened?" The angel was now close enough to probably see and smell the dark patch of blood on the back of his leg. "Oh just got shot with a little silver" he spoke quietly through gritted teeth but tried to speak in a delighted (yet still sarcastic) tone. "Nothing I can't handle!" He winked at the angel, but his expression faltered as his leg throbbed again.

”What happened? You guys stopped too close… should have kept running.” Khee nearly jumped out of his skin at the apparent presence of the vampire. "Jesus, I know we're supposed to be quiet an all but you gave a poor fae a heart attack", leave it up to Khee to try and maintain his positive and goofy self in times of crisis. ”Do you know where the others are? We need to keep moving.” Khee shook his head, "I lost everyone the moment we ran out the door". After staring at Colette for a moment he started to notice her discomfort and became a little nervous. In the moment he completely forgot that she fed on blood, which he currently was supplying. ”I might have to carry him, what about you? Are you injured?” Kheelan was about to preach how her carrying him was probably not the best idea, when Joah decided to make a rather grandeur entrance from the trees.

"For fuck's sakes, Kheelan," Joah whispered sharply, "you're going to hurt yourself more." Kheelan gestured to his leg, "I'm sorry but I can't exactly heal with a damn silver bullet lodged in my leg".

Joah disregarded his comment, typical Khee was still working on their friendship, "Can you carry him and still run?" he asked Colette. "If we get out of here, we can find a drugstore and take care of this." Kheelan opened his mouth to express his thoughts on the plan but Joah spoke again. "Does anyone actually know where we are?"

Kheelan finally interjected holding up a hand, interrupting the others. "I'm sorry but can we take a moment to realize that me Tarzan-ing on the back of a vampire, while I'm bleeding is probably not the best idea? I mean - no offense - but I'm not looking to be Colette's snack on her late night run!" He whispered both scared, exasperated, and frustrated. Not to mention, the stories of fae blood and vamps where enough to make him more than a little nervous.

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Tango looked up after looking at some electronic device, showing most of the surrounding area divided up into sectors like a grid with two flashing blips on it. “You three.” Tango said pointing at the other soldiers. “Go half a click into Charlie Sector and then go North. Me, Johnson, and Smith are going to continue and see if we can cut any of them off. Keep in radio contact.” Tango said leading two while three others split off. He knew most of the surrounding area pretty good, since the government bought most of the land out here and labeled it as a “conservative” to keep locals away, he would just have to catch up to the super naturals before they got outside the area, he had a couple hours at least.

“Tango, how are we supposed to catch up to these super naturals? They are like way faster than us.” One of the guards commented to Tango, and he wasn’t wrong, going at full speed they had little to no chance to catching them. “Listen, we will catch them. If you want to go back and tell Captain about not catching them, go be my guest.” Tango commented as he pushed through bushes. “Plus, I have some tricks up my sleeve for them. Now do us all a favor and be quiet.”


As Tango’s group continued, his radio spoke up, whispering coming through. “Tango this is Team Two. We have eyes on some of the super naturals, edge of Charlie Sector. One looks injured, talking abo-“ The radio cut out all of the sudden, no scratch, no static, just cut out. “Come in Team Two, come in. This is Tango, repeat transmission.” Said into his radio, but no response. “We continue on our path, if they got spotted or engaged, the super naturals are going to move. There’s some abandoned buildings they might find, and if they have an injury like Team Two said, they won’t be moving fast.”

Wonder who is injured. If it’s Colette, she can heal fast. But they also have the Angel who can heal. Then again, silver bullets aren’t all that easy to deal with. Tango thought to himself

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Camael grimaced as Khee revealed he'd been shot with silver. He didn't know much about the fae race as a whole, but he had gathered that silver was a weakness for him over the brief time they'd known each other. And suddenly his wrist seemed like nothing. It seemed that everyone else emerged from the woods around them. He rolled his eyes as Colette chastised them for not continuing to run. Like they could when Khee was that injured. And Camael wasn't going to leave anyone behind, especially not Kheelan. He was about to answer Colette to say that he was fine, really, when he felt a presence, one that felt like the equivalent of a bad smell, something that almost physically repelled him. Demon. He bit his tongue and folded his arms, scowling slightly.

And then Khee had an outburst. He had a point. Cam didn't know how good her control was, but he understood her concern. He looked at those gathered, and made a decision that he was sure he would probably regret. He was injured but a sprained, even a broken wrist... he'd deal with it. It couldn't be made that much worse. And Khee really couldn't move like that, and they didn't have the time for someone to try and dig out the bullet. They needed to get somewhere safe and secure for them to do that, they weren't going to do that when they were on the move. Nobody was that foolish. But maybe he was foolish enough to take a risk.

"I can carry you," he said. "I'm stronger than I look, I can manage him." Even as he was speaking, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. "Guys. We need to move. Now." He said. "If they haven't caught up to us, they will now." He didn't know how quickly he'd be able to move with Kheelan with him, but it had to be quicker than the humans could. He didn't know how fae blood compared to human blood either. He didn't know how he'd manage, but he knew that they needed to get moving, and now. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. He could feel it. If they got a head start, they might be okay, but if they didn't get moving again, they were seriously at risk of being caught. He looked at Joah. They'd made a pact to get everyone out, so he needed the demon's support in this.

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sibyl andres

005 | fae | #A15E5E

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She shifted on pure instinct. Finger nails sprouting into claws, eyes fading to a bright yellow; it wasn't a full shift, it was absurd to even attempt such a thing, but she was sure she'd need to use her powers if they were going to escape succesfully. As soon as they were outside, they all disappeared into the forest. It was a momentarily freeing experience, but she kept her head. They weren't in the clear yet, and all the soldiers the government had available would be on their heels.

Though she couldn't see the others, their scents gave a decent idea of where they were. It was a fragile alliance that they had formed between the six of them, but it seemed to be working out in the favor so far. Sybil only hoped it wouldn't get them all killed.

Even with as far she'd run, she could still hear the distant shouts of the soldiers frantically searching for them. One would think that the government would want to keep them alive, considering how much money has probably been spent on the project, but there were numerous gun shots going off. They weren't holding anything back. They're not really concerned about losing all six of their investments, are they?

That thought only pushed her to keep running, knowing full well they'd be using silver bullets. She couldn't afford to get shot now, not when they were so close to making it. But apparently someone else would be the one slowing them down. The scent of blood overwhelmed her senses, and immediately she began following it to its source. Sybil was hoping against hope that one of them had just gotten a hit on one of the soldiers, but a sinking filling in her gut was telling her the very opposite. It wasn't long before she caught sight of four silhouettes, her night vision making it easier to see that it was the others.

Khee, Colette, Joah, and Camael. And it was clear that Khee was the one who had been injured.

"Shit." Sybil kept her distance from them. If there was any sign of trouble, she wanted to be the one to see it first. She would distract if she'd have to, if it meant increasing their chances of escaping. This really is the worse case scenario. She stayed crouched in the forest underbrush, hidden from immediate sight. They were taking far too long to sort this out, and it was starting to make her anxious. She wanted nothing more but to get as far away from this place as possible, even if it meant leaving the rest of them behind. But they had all made a deal together, and she was going to do her best to stick to it. It seemed silly, especially to someone usually only concerned with their own self preservation.

The crunching of leaves in the distance seemed all too loud to her ears as they drew closer and closer to the group. There were multiple footsteps. A group of soldiers had found them. Staying as close to the ground as she could, she did her best to flank them.

"Tango this is Team Two. We have eyes on some of the supernaturals, edge of Charlie Sector. One looks injured, talking abo-"

She tackled the one with the radio first. The other two took aim with their weapons and managed to fire off wayward bullets that made no contact, but they soon went down as well. No need to kill them, but they'd be unconscious for a while.

Sybil was lucky to have the element of surprise on her side, and she made sure to take the batteries out of the radio so that it would no longer be of use. There was no point in trying to be subtle now. The other soldiers surely would've heard the gunshots and might've already started heading towards their direction. They were operating on a now further limited amount of time now. She approached the rest of the group, making sure to keep an eye on the rest of their surroundings.

"We need to get moving; more of them are going to be coming soon. Figure something out and keep going."

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Joah Newbold || daemonium || 004

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Joah blinked at Kheelan. It was a point he hadn't considered—that Colette might hurt or even kill him if she had to spend that long surrounded by the smell of blood. She was almost definitely the strongest of those gathered, but it wouldn't mean anything if she lost control. As precious seconds sprinted by, however, Joah felt the trees move in on them.

"We can fix it," he said quietly. "As soon as we get out of here."

"I can carry you. I'm stronger than I look,"
the angel said. Joah gave him a dubious look. It was hard to believe something so delicate could carry even its own weight.

Two shots ripped through the still air of the night and pulled his head toward the sound. Mere seconds later, Sibyl appeared out of the trees with the brutish look of a warrior fresh from battle.

"We need to get moving," she said; "more of them are going to be coming soon. Figure something out and keep going."

Joah's eyes snapped back to Kheelan, blood still flowing unhindered down his leg. It didn't show any signs of stopping, and it probably wouldn't until the bullet was removed. They were running out of time. Each second was another chance for them to be killed or captured, and at the moment, Joah didn't know which would be worse. He looked at the angel.

"It's you or me, Bird Bones," he said to Camael. "You choose, but do it fast. The rest of us are going to have to forge the path and head off any other unwanted attention."