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Daniel Davids

"Murder Is Taking Someones Life...I'm only taking their Soul"

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a character in “At Deaths Door”, as played by CookieRaiderEng

Description

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Gender:Male
Age: Seems 24

Role:Male Witch #2

Likes:
~Dark Blue Sky's
~Sky Diving
~Exploring new Places
~Claiming Souls


Dislikes:
~Blinding Lights
~Murderers
~Nicknames
~Being Alone

Fears:
-His Secret Will be Discovered.
-Dieing to Meet with Death once more.
-He'll have to Hunt down Others like him.

Powers:

Teleportation:
Teleporting , Any and Every Witch can Teleport to a Location they've Seen before once a Day.

Elemental Control:
Darkness, He can Control Shadows and Pure Darkness.

Physical:
Phasing, Thee Ability to Pass through Solid Matter without Destroying it or Harming Daniel.



Items:

Deaths Gift.
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So begins...

Daniel Davids's Story

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Character Portrait: Castiel Stoke Character Portrait: Annette VanClaude Character Portrait: Blake VanHellsing Character Portrait: Allesandra Chase Character Portrait: Daniel Davids Character Portrait: Tristan Grayraven
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Death sat on his throne of bones. A shaded mass of twisting contorted souls shifting around the ancient skeleton shrouded in a black cloak of pure night. Six mirrors hang in front of him on a non-existent wall, light from the torches in this huge throne room of stone and shadows created flashes of light radiating off of the mirrors out of which Death watched his young witches.

Castiel Stoke, the Natomancer.

Annette VanClaude, the Pyromancer.

Blake VanHellsing, the Elemancer.

Allesandra Chase, the Silent Leach.

Daniel Davids, the Living Shadow.

Tristan Grayraven, the Pure Wind.

Death smiled upon his creations and released six separate souls, one into each mirror. The souls, like wisps of living smoke they floated toward the mirrors and then into them going to the Witches giving them their commands.

"Go my children, fulfill your contract." Death called to them.

Blake woke from his sleep, he heard but a whisper of a soul in the room. He knew Death had called them. He looked around, his witch kicking in, he could smell the soul. "Come." Is all Blake said and the soul rushed to him, entering his nose, his mouth, and ears. the smoke enveloped his head and then exited. He could then know the message by reading the souls memories. He was to collect a soul from a man who had cheated death. He hated be woken up at night by Death. But hey, it's Death. You can't really yell at him and tell him he's an asshole. He knew the others weren't too happy about it either.

Blake got up out of bed and slipped on some jeans over his boxers. he then ravaged through his room looking for a shirt. he got impatient and flicked his fingers making his finger shimmer with little sparks. He finally found a shirt and put in on, he had to then use the same trick in his closet to find his usual collection of blue and grey hoodies. He felt in his pocket, and as usual his sword hilt appeared as he called to it. 'Better get this done with.' He thought as he walked out of his bedroom and went through the hall down stairs. It seemed more like he was running though due to his super-human speed.

He ended up outside in a matter of seconds. He urged the door shut behind him. No one would dare break into his house, it was really a mansion. Being alive for hundreds of years gives you plenty of time for making a successful tupperware business. He racked through the souls memories again and he knew where the man was. "Here we go." Blake said beginning to jog. He was going about 30kmh. When he began to get winded in a few minutes he was already in town. Grenwhich. That's where he and the rest of the witches always met before contracts.

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Annette shivered and pulled the covers tighter wondering in her barely awake state why it was so bloody cold in her room. She rolled over and tried to get comfortable again but something was off, she had this strange feeling something was watching her. Opening her eyes she saw it, the shade was standing next to her bed staring at her. "Well that explains things." Tossing off the comforter she sat up her feet hanging over the edge of her bed, it swayed a bit at her movement, the chains attached to her bed that left it dangling from the ceiling clinked together. For a moment it watched her and she watched it unembarrassed by her lack of clothing. "Lets get this over with then, come here." The ghost approached her then melded into her body she shivered again, ghost always gave off a cold presence to her but the energy they gave her was worth it.

Hopping off the bed she padded across the carpet to her dresser and changed out her sports bra for a regular one then pulled on a black tank top and a pair of yoga pants. She grabbed the hilt off the nightstand on her way out the door only pausing to grab a jacket and slipping into it putting the hilt in the pocket. Annette didn't live far from the city but it was far enough out that a run wouldn't be fun, instead she got into her car and drove to the meeting place. Parking a block away she got out and walked the rest of the way giving a small wave to the other witches. "Hey there lovelies, it's a beautiful night wouldn't you say?" the sarcasm was evident in her voice but actually she really did think tonight was a nice night, if only she hadn't been forced out of bed she might have appreciated it more.

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Daniel simply opened his eyes to the sound of a Whispering soul. "I'm not sleeping, Please just come here." The Whispering soul Of Smoke Quickly Flew into his mouth and Entered his body, Displaying the Memories and Target. "Understood" The Wisp left him and Disappeared into the wall. "Not Being able to Sleep Does have it's moments though" He thought Jumping off the ground onto his feet.

He was Lonely siting there in his Room alone, leaving him feeling relived to have a Mission for that meant Seeing everyone again. Quickly he Slipped his Feet into his Brown Timberland Ankle high Boots wasting no time and Changed his Shirt. "Maybe? Yeah probably for the Best" He Sprayed himself with some Extreme Blue cologne on his Under Arms and on his Wrists. "Over did it? Nah" He could Barley smell the Cologne with his Arms down at his Sides which was Good enough for him.

Daniel was now dressed in a Leather Jacket, Purple undershirt, and Black Jogging pants. His hair was Still parted to the Sides and Down with a Weight in his Jogging pants pocket. The Hilt to his gift from Death was there, And a German Shepard at his feet Starring up at him. "Yes, I think I'll be back in time for Lunch" He was Talking to a Dog. The dog lowered it head back to the ground and whent back to sleep. Without a Goodbye Daniel Left Down a Stair case right outside his room, to his front door and out onto the street.

His Walk to the next town was Nice and Quite, a Nice Dark Blue Morning Sky, Few people on the Streets, It just Seemed to good to be true to Daniel as He approached his Destination. He felt the Presence of Several Other witches, in the distance Daniel Saw Everyone happily Standing around together and decided it best for him not to hold up the Hunt so he Sprinted as Fast as he Could over to them and next to the wall Greeting them all with "Good morning Everyone" Sounding Chipper and Happy to see them all.

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"Now that our marry little band is all here we can get started." Blake took out his gift from Death, the hilt of his sword, He pushed a brick in on the wall and it went backwards along with a few other, six actually. All the holes had a nice mold in them the exact size of the hilt. He placed his in the third slot since he was the third witch. "You know what to do." He said. It was odd. They had never chosen a leader out of themselves but Blake always seemed to become the leader of any group he was in.
((sorry for this god modding but I wanted to complete my post))

When all the hilts were in, a staircase appeared in the ground beside them. Blake and the others took their hilts and descended the staircase ending up in a cave like room fully lit with candles and torches. It was really one of the only old fashioned things they had. The lair was always where they held counsel and had their meetings.

The floor was smooth obsidian, as were the walls. There was a hexagon shaped table in the middle of the lair with chairs all surrounding it. All the chairs were different though. Blakes had a lightning bolt on it, Castiels a tree, Annettes a phoenix, Daniels a cloak, Allesandras a siphon, Tristans a symbol of wind.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Blake said. He took his seat, but once again walking to it went much faster then intended. As he sat the lightning bolt above he chair began to glow with an eerie blue, as if there were actual lightning behind it moving in slow motion.

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"Well duh, Blakey." She rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall next to him. "Why wouldn't I be happy? Hell, I'm thrilled. Ya'knoe, bein' up at two in the morning and stuff, it's super freaking amazing." The sarcasm dripped from her words, but she kept the same fake smile on her lips. "You know, you're sort of lucky," she began, looking over at him. "I mean, you never have to pay for gas or anything, since you're pretty much as fast as a car." Not that her bike really needed much gasoline.

Allesandra appeared a few moments later, who earned nothing but a glare from Cas. Tristan was next, and he got a smile and a wave. It was easy to see which of the gang she liked better, the females never ceased to annoy her. Annette wasn't terrible, and hearing the sarcasm in her voice caused Cas to smirk slightly. Maybe she could at least pretend to get along with that one, it was the chirpy and happy ones that she never liked. Though when Tristan mentioned her bike, she paused and a faint look of confusion crossed her face. Had she not hidden the bike well enough? It was at least two blocks away from them- Perhaps he had passed it on his way here.

After Daniel arrived, happy as ever, Blake told them to get out their swords and soon they were heading down the staircase. The man had seemed to self-appoint himself as leader, which didn't bother her much since she didn't listen to him anyways. If Death was just smart enough to send them on these missions solo, they would all probably get a lot more done. But of course, you can't argue with Death, no matter how stupid it was.

Cas took her seat, subconsciously pulling down her shirt a little more. She should have worn better pants- and a hoodie -it was freezing in the room. Not to mention the sunglasses she was wearing was making it difficult to see in the dim lighting, but she still refused to take them off.

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Daniel Walked in with a Grin as the Candle lights Flickered from Daniel. Tristan Brought the warm air down to the Ground level, But Daniel was Still wandering around the room. He personally thought it as a great place to hold meetings and Such, Being underground and Cold before Tristan Decides we can't function When Frozen. It was Nice. Daniel finally found his Way to his Seat and Slowly Sat down into it. Upon seating his Emblem Dissipated into Nothing, Returning randomly from Darkness seemingly when ever it so chose to.

Small or Big It didn't matter, Everything had a Shadow...Except Daniel. Daniel was his own shadow and from thus Brightness for where his shadow WOULD be is only the Light that Transparently passed through Daniel Projecting onto the ground. Daniel always thought of his Shadow as a Different version of himself watching his back, but now that He was his Shadow...He didn't know what to think.

Daniel was Becoming impatient with the meeting, he wanted to spend as much time with people as he could but never would ask if they wanted to get a drink sometime or something. He thought of that as his own Contradiction, Daniel always wants to ask but Never does.


His boredom began Getting the best of him as he Played with the Darkness around him. Under the Table he forced the Darkness to mimic a Candles Fire. Darkness Molded into things that would normally give off light. The thought amused him. "Whats stopping something that's Shaped like a Fire, Acts like a Fire, and Feels like a Fire from being a Fire?" It's a Question he thinks of a Lot when he's Alone.
But he'd lost Focus and Let his Shadow Fire die. A quite Sigh Escaped him as he Returned his view to the People around him.

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"Well shall we?"" Blake said. He placed his hands on the hexagon table in a relaxed manner so he could lean forward resting his chin on the top of his wrists. "So we're after a football team." Blake said. he chuckled a little. he liked football, but he knew he had to do what Death said, else he would begin to turn to dust.

"They were in a bus crash on the way to a game and they all saved many lives. They pulled people out of the wreckage of their cars and stopped the flow of souls. Twenty people were meant to die that didn't, which means we need to make up for it. We need at least twenty of their souls. Blake said, he had a slight smirk on his face. He knew these people would go to a good place. they were heroes, killing them would actually put them in a better place.

"They're from the College in town. We should get a plan together. We don't need a mass collection, that would stir tons of suspicion. Maybe we can set the change room on fire and barricade the doors? Just a suggestion." Blake said. He always felt bad yet good at what he did. Death wasn't bad. He was there to make sure everyone had their turn. He was kind of in sorts an equalizer.

Blake sighed. he really didn't like being "the boss" he had to be serious, he much rather be the normal him. The funny, "buddy-buddy" him. But he could never be like that.

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Football was probably the most useless sport ever played. Cas didn't understand humans, even when she herself was mortal, she didn't care for football. Or the jocks, she definitely didn't like the jocks. But either way, they were always so easily amused. Like by watching a bunch of sweaty guys in tights run around a field, chasing a football. It made no sense, and it definitely didn't make sense that they got paid more than the people that actually fought to protect their country. Not that she really cared much for the soldiers- they weren't doing her much good -but she still thought they deserved to be recognized more than idiotic football players. Human logic made little sense.

"But that would be more then twenty souls," Cas pointed out. She wasn't a killer, she just took what she needed to fulfill Death's wishes. No more, no less. "Anne, Allesandra, and I could distract those that we don't need, I s'pose." She glanced over at the two other girls, and then frowned. "Or at least, I'm sure I could." It wasn't a comment against them, she just didn't seem them as the girls that would do something like that.

"Or we could just make it easy, even if it would cause a scene. Daniel could conceal himself with shadows, and I could just turn into an animal. We could get rid of them, and then you," she pointed to Blake. "Can electrocute the building, make it look like an accident."

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Tristan leaned back in his chair puffing gently on his pipe. 20, it hasn’t been that many in a while well at least we haven’t got hunt down another rogue. Tristan back gave a painful twitch at the memory. The wound had long healed but still burned every now and again.

Tristan had little love for footballers. He rarely shared their company, they were far too loud and they stank of sweat and hormones but death by burning seemed a little harsh. But Cas’s plan was risky they could be linked to the fire perhaps a compromise could be made.

“Both are credible ideas but may I make a suggestion. We barricade the doors as you said but instead of fire which is unnecessarily cruel. I’ll remove the air out of the room completely. They would just fall asleep. It would look like a gas leak just a horrific accident. A fire may be seen as arson. Remember how petty humans can be over football. And the ladies could distract any collaterals”

Pleased with himself Tristan sat back in his chair.

This wasn’t as bad as I thought.

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Annette frowned at Castiel calling her Anne but didn't comment on it, she really disliked being called Anne. "I agree with Tristen, I think setting them on fire would be too cruel. They would die in extreme agony. Going to sleep and never wakeing up would be a painless way to go but it would also raise questions. . . Unless we could the room with poisons gas somehow." They weren't bad people and didn't do anything wrong really, they didn't deserve to suffer like that. It was sad that they were tasked with taking a whole team though, the city as a whole would mourn this 'accident'.

"As far as being able to distract a few of the boys I'm sure I can manage that." It wouldn't be the first time she used her feminine wiles to help capture souls, surely not the last. "I mean what jock wouldn't want to help a pretty little 'thang' with a broken down car? There are other ways to coax a few of them out but that one's worked pretty well for me in the past." Annette said playing with a strand of hair.

"If anyone else has some ideas to toss around we could always put them to vote." she said looking around at the others. Honestly as long as they didn't suffer she was fine on however they did it. Annette may have like to collect souls but she did her best to make sure the innocent never went through more pain then they should have, the guilty on the other hand. . . well one can never know how those situations turn out.

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"All good ideas." Blake said. "We could sabotage the boiler room before hand, make a gas leak, it gets repaired and then when they die of a "gas leak" there's a reasonable cause." Blake said. He smirked to himself. This was one of the quickest meeting they had ever had. Once one of their meetings lasted days because they had to take the soul of a child. They ended up waiting until the child was 18 and then finishing the job. Death reluctantly agreed with them.

Blake leaned back again and stretched his back by leaning back in his chair. He heard a satisfying pop and then he relaxed. "Have we come to a decision?" Blake asked. He looked around at everyone. "No objections?" He questioned again.
((sorry for a short post guys))

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Daniel Sat back listening in on everything trying to think of a Reasonable Way to claim the teams souls. "We could always Barricade the Doors flood the room to 1 cm of water on the ground and Have Blake Electrocute them..." Daniel thought as he Devised Several other Plans " Or lock the doors and Kill them all off..." His mind Continued thinking of different ways to get all the souls to death in both Cruel and Painless ways "...Sealing Collapse..." The ideas were coming to him like Grass in Summer. He kept all of his ideas in his head, He didn't want to share them in thought he might come across as nothing more than a Killing machine. So Daniel kept his mouth shut and Sat there listening to all the ideas."We could sabotage the boiler room before hand, make a gas leak, it gets repaired and then when they die of a "gas leak" there's a reasonable cause.""Have we come to a decision?" Daniel Stayed out of it knowing someone would have something to say."Why take the jocks?"
Daniel Turned to were Alessandra was Standing, his face emotionless. "Because He Told us to. To be more Specific they were in a Bus Accident and Saved twenty people altogether. Thats Why we're Taking the Jocks." Daniel finished with no more emotion than he started with.

He turned back to everyone and remained still. "Damn, Sometimes I really wish these chairs could Recline." Daniel Muttered under his breath.

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Alessandra Chase
Alessandra Chase glared at Daniel. If he was human she would've drained him dry without mercy, and she'd do it the most painful way imaginable. Alas, he was not. He was a warlock loyal to Boss Man. Something, a thing not a person, she had to bow down to or rick losing her imortality everything that makes her and she'd lose her soul. Allie didn't snap back at Daniel, but snorted and her hands became fists. If only there was a way to be more than what she was now. A caged dog taught to kill on command, and her handler was Death. In way, it seemed like they were all like dogs to Boss Man in her head.

Allie wanted to do something. Anything at the moment. So instead of standing still and creating more arguments she mentally shrugged at herself. "Well, shouldn't we get going or are we going to stay here and argue like nine year olds." Alessandra turned, walking out of their meeting room and back onto the street, inhaling the cool air that kissed her skin. She always hated the meeting room. It was resembled that of a prison cell with its menacing walls. Alessandra waited outside, but then... Her phone began to ring causing her to yelp. She pulled it out of her back pocket and answered automatically. "Hello?"

"So, did you finish your late assignment?" Allie scrunched her face up. "Sam?" "Yes?" "Why are you calling me this late and the paper's due tomorrow." "Uh-huh." She sighed, "Knew I was lying didn't you?" "Yes, yes I did." She didn't say anything for a moment her mind working quickly to come up with a better lie. "I felt sick and am currently at the hospital. I didn't want Hailey to know." And then added, "You know how she is about the hopsital." Sam replied softly. "Yeah. I know. So what did they give you for this illness that had suddenly come over you?" Allie replied quickly. "A shot and pills." She heard some laughter in the background. "Are you guys still at the bar?" "... No." "Don't lie to me. I can hear Hailey's and Sasha's laughter. And I know they wouldn't follow you home... Unless... Are you drunk? Are all of you drunk?" She heard a quick intake of breath and more laughter from the speaker of the phone then a girly voice answer. "Aw, don't be mad Allie just because your-" A hiccup. "-not drunk yourself." Allie growled, "Sasha, I know this was your idea of whatever this is, but don't call me until you've guys have sobered up." With that she cut their chorus of groans and laughter off knowing that her last words, her last sentence made no sense if one really thought of it.

Alessandra Chase was angry, and somewhat disappointed with her group of human friends. She knew they were great and loyal but they were the opposite of everything their appearance promised when they're intoxicated with alchohol. When it came to searching for trustworthy friends, she was blind to their flaws. It was a irritating trait.

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Daniel heard The girls Snort, and Could feel the Tension in the room. "Well, shouldn't we get going or are we going to stay here and argue like nine year olds." Alessandra Turned and Walked out of the Room pleasantly. "She's right, and I think we're Fine with the Mixture of Tristan's Idea and Blake's." Daniel only stood up out of his Chair and Stood behind it, as if waiting for everyone to leave first. His eyes were looking at the ground under the Table with his Face blank. I must had seemed really insensitive, to get a Reaction like that. His voice rang in his head. Now I remember why I don't usually talk in these damn Meetings.
His hair Blocked his Face and he Wanted to Phase through the ground into where all the machinery for the Door was, it would just be easier that way.


Daniel truly doesn't want to become some Insensitive killing machine and would much rather Go against Death than kill another Witch. But to help someone like that, would take power. And to gain Power, Takes Time. Time was Something Few ever had.
Claiming a Soul was Honestly only Taking it, Looking into it's memories, and Throwing it to Hell to be judged. Killing could be Painful and the soul then awakening in Hell to be judged. it was Just a Sad Circle of life to Afterlife.

Daniel remained Standing behind his Chair looking through his hair to under the Table. "Whenever everyone's Ready."

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Annette raised an eyebrow at Alessandra's abrupt departure. She didn't know her very well but Annette could tell she had an anger problem. Then again maybe Annette was just too easy going to pick up on any hostility. "Well I had no idea we were arguing. I thought we were only tossing around ideas." shrugging her shoulders she turned back to the group "I'm all in on this idea now all we need to decide is the when and where of it all." She looked over at Daniel, he was upset about the way that Alessandra had left. She felt that he didn't have a reason to be upset, he didn't so anything wrong, it was she who hadn't been paying attention in the first place.

"Daniel, when do you think we should get this done?" she asked him trying to get him involved with the meeting again. He seemed to have drawn into himself and she felt bad for him. Briefly she wondered why she never really saw any of the others outside of their assignments, she thought it was about time to change that. She hadn't been with this particular group of witches very long but knew that Blake was at least in the same age range as she was. Moving to sit crossed legged in her chair she thought about how she didn't know much of her team, she should change that.

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The voices around Tristan had begun to meld together into one constant throb of noise. Tristan tried to shake himself out of it but he couldn’t focus. The room thrummed with tension, the air was growing stale. For Christ’s sake breath Tristan thought clutching his pipe. I have to get out of here. Tristan could feel it building under his skin, a storm he had to leave, hunt anything.

“Guys, real sorry to break it up now when we're on a roll but I gotta get some air. Be back in a sec” Tristan flashed the room a rather fake smile noticing everyone seemed rather on edge but paid it no heed. The looks flashed his way made it very clear they knew he hadn’t been listening but frankly Tristan didn’t care.

Hurrying out of the room quickly Tristan walked quickly to a few blocks away breathing quickly. The descending fog in his head clearing Tristan grabbed for his pipe filling it. Damm I’m nearly out well might as well restock as I’m in the city. Tristan leaned back against the alley wall closing his eyes letting the air flow through him.

Tristan heard a soft shuffle about a street away wrapped around the stench of alcohol. Tristan smirked perfect. Tristan took of quietly walking into the next street then her saw her.

Late 40s defiantly, homeless and extremely drunk. She hadn’t noticed Tristan as she was trying to light a cigarette with shaky hands. Smiling sadly Tristan walked over to her quietly taking her hands. She raised her head, her eyes unfocused. “Shush, it’s all right I’ll take it all away” her head titled back as Tristan drained her soul out of her easing her into a deep sleep, one she would never wake from.

Tristan lowered her body gently to the floor, she would be found in the morning. Tragically died of an overdose or something. It wasn’t like anyone would care.

Tristan walked towards an old oak tree, standing rather awkwardly in the street. Sitting under it Tristan closed his eyes twisting his hand in a figure of eight. The leaves of the tree fell gently twisting in the air around Tristan. The soul Tristan had taken earlier was released into the air hovering amongst the leaves.

Tristan twisted his hand concentrating on the soul carefully, forcing it into the leaves with a final flick of the wrist the leaves collected in the bowel of Tristan’s pipe. Well that’ll last me about a week Tristan thought leaning against the tree, smoking.

I wonder what we all agreed too Tristan smiled softly I’m sure someone will tell me. A couple of blocks away Tristan heard the thud of feet on the pavement.

Well the peace was nice while it lasted.

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"It doesn't matter..." Daniel's response was bone chilling then he Continued." But if we can get there soon We can rig everything the way we want it and be done by the end of the day." He was calmer now than when he started. Why even try to Get involved with the Conversation? Whats the point, Id just end up pissing someone ells off. The thoughts felt like the tips of knives poking him. The last thing they needed here was a group of people who all pissed off at each other, and Daniel knew that...Especially when there might come a Time when their life's are in each others hands. The thought slightly Scared him and When people in general are scared they can over react.

Daniel waited another moment before speaking again " Let them have One last game Before they Die maybe? I don't know. " He spoke aloud once more but didn't return to his seat, being still partially irradiated with what just happened before.
“Guys, real sorry to break it up now when on a roll but I gotta get some air. Be back in a sec” "Thats one more to the count." Daniel said to the remaining four witches after Tristan Left.

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Blake sighed as the argument started and everyone began to leave. Blake sighed. "Why don't we meet again tomorrow?" Blake said. he got up. Some of his hair began to stand on end. He sucked some air in and the static went away. He tended to lose some control of himself. he sighed again. "I should leave." Blake said.

Blake got up. He zipped up his pale grey/blue hoodie. He felt a little cold, in more ways than one. "Not here though," Blake said with a slight shiver. "maybe the bar, down town." Blake then disappeared in a low glow of blue, then a puff of smoke.

Blake appeared in his room. He kicked his shoes off and dived into his bed. He closed his eyes but couldn't sleep. he was too busy thinking... His mind kept thinking of the argument. They had never even done anything like that. he feared someone would turn. It wouldn't be good.

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Castiel frowned, listening to the children bickering. It was like this every time, one of them would be stubborn or have a different idea. Actually, the stubborn one was usually her, so this was a bit new for her. Now, it didn't exactly bother her. But she would much rather be in bed at that moment. Alessandra ended up standing and leaving, and Cas sent her off with a lovely good riddance, bitch. So you could say she wasn't the most thrilled with the girls quick reappearance. Same as always though, she wasn't required to be friends with her and the first chance she got, Cas would probably stab her in the back. Literally or figuratively... she was still trying to figure out. There was no doubt that Cas could get this done herself, any of the witches in the room could take on these tasks by themselves. Death must have a reason for making them stick together.

At least, that was what she'd been telling herself.


People began leaving, leaving only Daniel, Annette, and herself in the room. This was when she finally rose from her seat, uncrossing her legs and softly stepping back onto the cold floor. She was tempted to shift, just because it would be easier to get back to her bike if she could run as fast as a cheetah or something of the likes. But she didn't yet, and probably wouldn't until she got back outside. After stretching, she turned to the other two witches and offered a small wave. "See ya' guys." and she turned and left. On her way back to her bike she saw Tristan, and gave him a similar goodbye as she had the other two. When she reached her bike, she didn't return home. Instead she pushed it onto the sidewalk and shifted into a grey and white husky dog. There was no way that she was going to get sleep after this, so she might as well spend her time wandering around town.

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Giving a wave to Cass as she left Annette then turned to Daniel and smiled, they were the only two left now and to be frank she hated this place with it's cold atmosphere, except for her chair which was always pleasantly warm. "Well I'm heading home to get some rest, I'll see you later Daniel." with that she left their little cave and reappeared in the world above.

The whole night had not gone the way she expected it to and now she was tired. Stretching as she looked off into the distance sky she noticed the sun still hadn't started to light the sky, she still had enough night left to get some decent sleep. Even though her bed room had black out curtains she still found it difficult to get a restful sleep during day light hours.

Annette began the short walk back to her car, her hands in her pocket. She held onto the hilt for comforts sake not that she felt she would actually need it. She was almost to her car when she saw Tristan leaning against a tree, she'd have to pass by him to get to her car. Stopping in front of him she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Meeting adjourned, we meet up again tomorrow." Annette said her tone tired with an edge of boredom while she watched the smoke from his pipe dance and swirl in the air.

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Generally everyone was gone before he Cared enough to See Annette Stand up and Say Good-Bye in her own way. He didn't say anything, He only nodded to her as she left."I always end up being such a DAMN PROBLEM STARTER IN THESE MEETINGS AGH" Daniel Kicked the Obsidian Wall.

He focused on His home and Darkness Swirled around him. The Darkness Disappeared and So did Daniel. Moment's later The darkness reappeared Swirling in front of his Door and then the Darkness Disappeared once more and Daniel was there.

Now I know why I hate Traveling.... Every Time I hear Travel it Reminds me of this weird Feeling. He had felt like there Were June Bugs flying up his body while underneath his Skin. Quickly he Ran upstairs, walking Phasing through his Door and laying down on his Bed, Closing his eyes. His Dog Jumped up on his Bed and Laying down Beside him Coiled almost. "Yeah I missed you too." The dog then Closed it's Eyes. Satisfied with his Words.