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Anthony was a bit anxious about the trial. What was going to happen to the hunters they had captured. He knew these humans hunted down people like him and killed them without mercy but he didn't want their people to do the same. If their court up and killed these hunters, would they really be the monsters the humans thought they were? It wouldn't change anything and life would continue to go on with the humans hating and hunting them. Besides, he didn't want to aid in their capture just to have them killed. It was more trouble to capture them than kill them after all. Maybe... maybe they could change the hunters and make them understand that being a vampire, a fox, a werewolf, faerie... anything 'supernatural' wasn't bad. Sure they had their bad apples to, but all in all, they were all just people trying to make a living and survive every day.

The young incubus leaned forward in his seat as he watched the hunters. Were they afraid? Maybe they did expect death. Many of them were looking at the counsel with hatred. He saw them fidgeting with their binds, testing how weak they were. He sighed softly and tapped his lips. How were they going to convince the hunters that they were good people? He smiled faintly when it was announced they wouldn't be killing the young hunters yet. They had to change an if they didn't, then then they would be executed. This was a much fairer trial in his opinion. It was his dream that humans and 'supernatural' beings could just come together and explain their differences so there wasn't any more fear.

Since the humans were allowed to live and change, who would be looking after them? Would one of the teachers take up the challenge? Would the humans go to school with them? He highly doubted any of that would happen. The hunters were going to have to be watched so they didn't escape. If they managed to get home, they would all be in trouble. He was sure they'd call on their hunting family and then their home would be covered with hunters searching every nook and cranny for them.

Bennett continued her speech, a captivating air about her as she spoke. "Now, we have chosen a few of our kin to represent our cause to the Hunters- to teach them that they are wrong, and that due to their actions, they are the real monsters. For this important task, we bequeath it to those who were able to catch them. The Hunters will live in the prisons, but will be allowed to exit if accompanied by one. In addition, these supernaturals will be the only among us who have the authority to visit the Hunters."

Ash released a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding once the news was given, and with the quick exhale came a somewhat surprised look. Her and her team had been chosen for the deed. She wasn't disappointed, not in the least, and she was only slightly surprised. Her team had managed to capture the Hunters and hadn't ended up killing them, it hadn't even been on her mind, so she supposed she and her team mates would be obvious enough candidates. As Ash thought through this she looked to her friends and gave soft, relieved laughs that were barely above a whisper. When the initial, mild shock passed she sighed in happy contentment and leaned back in her seat, softly speaking to the Supernaturals in her team, "How do you think this'll all turn out? I'm hoping it'll be a success... it'd be nice for them to walk out untouched and with a true understanding of us." As Ash spoke, her eyes travelled to once again land of the Hunters, unable to keep herself from wondering what they might be thinking of the situation at hand.

Disgusting. All these creatures masquerading with human faces, human concern - it sickened him. Artemis couldn't stand it. Looking, listening, breathing in all of the lies were worse than the bonds that kept him still. He clenched his fists until the tendons creaked in his hands.

The fey was talking like letting them live was a mercy, as if they should be grateful - ha! Artemis knew the kind, saw faeries before, saw the tricks they'd play on human children, saw babies' blood on their hands - and that one dared to talk of leniency as if the hunters couldn't see what this 'trial' really was. Any hunter worth his salt could tell what this was. A mind-game. Maybe even a humiliation tactic.

Apologize to live another day. Sacrifice hunter's honor and human pride in order to walk away, knowing that you lost. It was just drawn out, six months of entertainment for the supernatural, all at the hunters' expense. 'And then they'll probably kill us anyway.'

"Goddammit," Artemis spat under his breath, straining against his invisible bonds. Nothing. He'd dislocate a shoulder before the magic gave away. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he could only slam his foot against the barrier he couldn't see. "If I had an amethyst charm I could break free of this magic… if I had a silver tipped arrow this wall would be gone!" he muttered furiously, eyes dark, expression contorted with rage. He glared at the ground, too angry with himself to look at his teammates, unable to look at the monsters that kept them prisoner.

Prisoner, ha. That was funny. Despite the sickening anger spiking under his skin, Artemis couldn't actually look any of the monsters in the eye. He couldn't let them see how much hostility there was - couldn't risk triggering one of them into attacking when he and his team were helpless. Lambs to slaughter, all of them. For the first time in a long time, Artemis was deathly afraid.

"Now, we have chosen a few of our kin to represent our cause to the hunters." Artemis seized up, rant falling short. "For this important task, we bequeath it to those who were able to catch them."

He knew those. Shapeshifters, two of them - humanlike, one likely a fox, the other possibly an alp or an incubus. Some other thing, unidentified. The hunter threw a glance towards the creatures before quickly turning away. "If it's them," he murmured towards his team, "what are our chances of getting away?"

Ash looked over to Alia, her expression not changed since she heard the news but her voice was calm as she spoke, "We don't really know, but we might as well hope. Always hold a bit of hope that something good just might occur... if you actually try. Nothing will change, nothing at all will be different if Hunters and Supernaturals just relentlessly kill eachother in a never-ending cycle..." She paused, moving her silver gaze to stare out at nothing, her eyes seeing things no one else would before she continued, "If that goes on, we might as well give up being us and fall into the categories the Hunters see us as... blood-crazed, flesh-eating, cold-blooded monsters that lurk through the night hunting their children for a snack. So, would you rather have us slowly sink to that because of our hate towards the hunters like those that already gave us our bad names," with the pause, Ash turned her sight again on Alia, "Or would you rather have a try at seeing if your thoughts on humans are really true. What you think of them is what they think of us, though they hunt us for what we need to do to feed. At the end of the day we're all, mostly, sentient beings just wanting to go to a warm bed and sleep safely with a full belly. I've seen their dreams and thoughts, Kitsune, and mentality-wise... they are no different from us. So before you go on saying they're truly unable to change, look at yourself and those around you. If the humans will do nothing, we must do something."

With her speech over, she closed her eyes and laid her head back to await the end of the meeting. Ash turned off her listening and attention to the world around her in case the Kitsune, the woman she knew too little of, decided to shoot back with more remarks. A childing way of dealing with it, yes, but better than risking a fight breaking out. Her words were not meant to be taken as offensive or rude, they were simply her thoughts collected over years of watching humans from not only the outside, but the inside of their heads. As for the meeting, she'd never liked government much, anyone that really knew her knew that she disliked being given orders and laws to follow though she had her own personal laws. But as far as this trial went, it got the speaker on her good side... only the speaker, for she delivered the news seemingly happy enough and she didn't know who all had voted on this outcome.

"Chances getting away now? None. There're too many, and they don't trust us, so they'll probably keep us in similar restraints to the one we're in now. Chances later? I'm not sure. It depends on how our captors handle 'teaching' us. If they let us out and about the city, then we might be able to escape more easily, and hell, we might be able to bring the others back here," Nicole murmured under her breath as she looked around, analyzing the room as she breathed out slowly. "I think we're fucked though, guys. Truly fucked for now..." Death was what awaited them if they couldn't escape. There was too much bad blood between them and the monsters. And the monsters were monsters above all else. There was no way they'd be allowed to live.

And to admit they were wrong? Renounce the Hunters and all their beliefs? It was ridiculous. The Monsters were monsters there was nothing else she could do really. All she'd ever been taught was that they were evil, horrible creatures. And that's what they. There was more blood on the hands of those monsters; those creatures, than could ever be cleaned up. So it was their job to deal with them by exterminating them. Their job was no more evil than a pest control officer's job.

Bennett continued the speech, "You among us who have been chosen have no option in this. We, the Senate, have conversed and come to this decision after much deliberating. You will, to the best of your ability, try to make these Hunters understand." The faerie shut her eyes half-way, then said, in a low but audible tone. "You are the emissaries of all our species. While some among us disagree with this, a large number have decided that we need to try to convert the Hunters. Not regress to their barbaric methods and simply kill them. So represent us well."

Anthony was a bit startled when he and his team were sentenced to represent all of the supernatural races and teach these humans their ways. It was a very daunting task. And they were only given 6 months! How was anyone supposed to do anything and change anyone's mind in just 6 months? The hunters had been hunters since the way they were born! They were raised with the mentality that the supernatural was evil and bad. He doubted that anything they could do in 6 months would really change that fact. Unfortunately, it looked like they were going to have to try the best they could with this situation. He only hoped that something changed or all of this was truly going to be a waste of time. He sighed softly to himself and ran a hand through his hair a he turned his attention to his team. They were already at a disagreement about the situation.

"I think I have to agree with Ash on this. What would have been the point of capturing them if we are just going to kill them without a second thought. I mean, that is what the hunters do to us. It would have been simpler to kill them when we first caught them. Though 6 months is kind of a short time to do all of this in, I think we owe it to all of the people we lost to try and change something for the future. And regardless, there is nothing we can do. The Senate decided our fate."

Anthony looked over at the angry humans and nibbled on his lip. "How do you guys want to go about and teach them? I don't think it would work well if we tried to teach them all at once. Maybe dealing with smaller groups or one on one or something? I think being in a large group would help them reaffirm their own bond as being prisoners and needing to strand strong in their convictions. What do you guys think?" he asked them then.

Alia looked around the group for the second time that night and sighed. If they were going to do it, and not heed her advice, it was in her best interest to help. If you can't beat them, join them, isn't that how the saying goes?

Going over what she knew about humans in her head, she realized that Antone, or whatever his name is (she figured that it wasn't worth her time to remember something as trivial as names), had a point. It's easy to defeat humans when they are all alone, with no one to watch their back, but near impossible to face in a group. They are strong together, she had to give them that, despite her hatred for the lot. With that in mind, the way to handle this situation was pretty clear, though she was loathe to admit it.

She sighed again, and cleared her throat. "Listen, while I'm the first to voice my opinion about my... distaste for humans, the succubus is right," Alia started, her voice strong and slow, as to command everyone's attention. "Don't get me wrong, I still think they should get it over with and kill them, but if we absolutely have to change their opinion, which I'm still sure is never going to happen, the best way is going the direct route. Though it pains me to say, I believe if we are to have any chance what so ever, we're probably going to have to go one on one. Each of us matches up with a hunter, and, for the most part, we live our everyday lives. We can't, however, let them have to much freedom, because if they manage to overpower us, they won't waste a second thinking before killing us and running away. I believe using a spell to bind them to us would probably be the best course of action.

"I'm almost positive this won't work, but if we are going to attempt this stupid, naive notion of changing a hunters mind, we might as well go about it in a smart way." She finished, her golden tails twitching subconsciously from her disgust and fear of the very idea of being alone in a room with a hunter. She knew she was likely going to regret telling them the idea in the weeks to follow, because, as hard as it can be dealing with hunters in a group, it's even harder while alone, and there was no way that these hunters were going to make their job easy.

She closed her eyes, trying to look uncaring and relaxed as she listened for the next person to either agree or disagree with her. In the end, it doesn't really matter what strategy they choose, or how they go about it, because, no matter what, she knew that the next 6 months were going to be the longest, and strangest, 6 months of her life.

Ash shrugged, her silver eyes opening as she gave a smirk, "Sounds fine to me. One on one, with the occassional group date perhaps. You know, to let them know they're not completely isolated from eachother. I think I'd want to see a familiar face every now and then if I were in such a situation. It'd relieve the stress and allow them to see they're not being tortured or killed off one by one. If they think we're such monsters, we need to assure them they aren't in any real danger from our kind unless they don't change." She bit her lip, "We need to befriend them, as hard as it sounds. They see us as anything but human, not even as people." Her thoughts went further than what she spoke out loud, how she'd do this herself. Then, how it would also depend on the person they each took as their responsibility.

"Someone has to say it... who's taking who? Do we draw straws? Papers from a hat? Match the Hunter's stubborness to the Supernatural's drive to convince them? A Hunter with a deeply-rooted belief in whatever they believe in won't work too well with someone that's not too eager to go through with this." It held an obvious but subtle hint towards Alia, not meant to be rude at all, just cautionary. With another slight moment of forcing herself not to sleep she stretched and yawned before sitting up straight, "And we that feed off human-related things have to be careful when we feed if they're to follow us everywhere, show them we don't kill... and to be sure they don't kill us. I know I would be vulnerable to attack, I'm dead asleep when I feed." Another pause and Ash spoke again, "I might have to hold off feeding for a while then. No matter how hopeful I am of this working, I know it's foolish to trust a Hunter in such a situation, especially after they were just imprisoned."

A sigh escaped Ash's lips. This was becoming more difficult than she thought. If she could have a protection charm or someone to guard her for such times it would be great, but she didn't want to bother anyone and she was sure Hunters had a way of getting through every sort of charm or spell. "This will definitely be interesting," she mumbled to herself.

Nathaniel Holter, called Nathan or Nate by his friends, had simply listened and watched most of the event. His eyes scanned the many seated monsters within the room, following the gazes of seemingly shocked and disgusted monsters at once to the group that would supposedly to be watching them. He remembered their faces from when they were captured. Though it had happened fairly quickly, he remembered it easily, except he couldn't figure out if they had fallen into a trap or if their own trap had failed and ended in being captured themselves. Well, either way their trap had failed. And he felt a great shame for what he didn't know. He should have been able to fight better, take at least one down before he was captured, should have been able to escape and get help for the rest of his team. Or even better, he should have been able to help defend his team and not even have risked getting caught.

But here he was, chained like a dog in the yard for biting his owner's neighbors. Well, this would be embarrassing if any others witnessed it. But he was with his team, who failed as a team and would win as a team. And probably felt shame and fear as a team... it was corny but probably tru. He didn't know, it wasn't like he'd tried to talk to them about feelings the amount of time they'd been awake and dragged to this meeting of the outcome of their lives. This was probably the longest Nathan had actually stayed quiet. But now, he finally spoke, "Well... this is unfortunate." He made the corners of his lips turn upward into a small smile, one that was to hide how nervous he was, "They're trying to train us. I'll bet one of us gets a nickname like Biter or Mr. Stabs-a-Lot by the end of the month." And there he went, trying to put something amusing to the difficult situation ahead... the six month long situation if they didn't figure something out.

Anthony nibbled on his lip as he glanced at his comrades and then the prisoners. They were allowed to stay and discuss what they should do but he wasn't sure how they were all going to decide who watched who. He would suggest picking hunters and supernatural based on who would probably get better with who, but there was a problem with that. He didn't know the personalities of the humans sine he hadn't really spoken to them and he hadn't fed off them to really know them and their thoughts. He would assume the others would have the same dilemma. He glanced at Calum and gave him a nod. That was a good plan at least. That way everyone had their backs covered when they were the most vulnerable and the hunters were never going to be alone. If a hunter tried to overwhelm Calum, the other person could easily wake up and provide aid.

"Well we have our backup thanks to Calum and it seems like none of us are really particular on who takes who. So how about we pick straws with the hunters' names?" he suggested. "We could easily ask them their names and once everyone has piked, we could go on our way trying to teach them. Other than that, I am not sure how to begin."

As Jayde was being escorted back to the 'prison' (she liked to view it as a guest room, instead of the cold floor and bars it was), she couldn't help but smirk. She was ecstatic, which was strange, as she had never felt happy on a mission before, and she knew exactly what was causing the giddy feeling; for the third time in her life, she was going to be able to interact with the supernatural without the stress of having to kill them. To be honest, though, even if the council (as that was the only word she could describe them as) of strange beings had decided to kill them, she still would be happy. As long as she doesn't have to kill again, she would die with a smile on her face, though she could never let the hunters that she was currently walking with know. The one time she tried to share these thoughts with another human, it did not end well.... Jayde shook her head, trying to get the dark thoughts of her past out of her mind before one of her fellow hunters figured out something was up, though they would probably think that she was just nervous from being around 'monsters', as they called them, instead of the actual truth of her just trying to protect them.

It wasn't until she heard one of the other hunters, Artemis she think his name is, finished talking with his friend, did she realize that she was lagging behind. She increased her step and caught up with the rest of the rag-tag group, full of people with various talents. She looked around the strange collection of hunters, trying to decide if it was smart and worth her while to speak up about their current situation. When she saw the grim looks on all of their faces, like they were lambs being sent of to slaughter (though, if they were, they would have deserved it, considering how many people they have killed, Jayde included), she figured she had to say something. They kept on walking for a few long, grueling minutes filled with silence until they got to the cell where they were being momentarily held. Jayde waited for a couple of seconds in the silence until she was sure that the guards were not close enough to hear.

Clearing her throat, she closed her eyes to get up the gumption to speak for the first, and likely last, time that night. "You know, we could have had a worst fate." She faltered when she felt all of their eyes on her, likely filled with surprise or malice. Opening up her eyes, she put on her usual hard-ass demeanor. "What I mean is, are you all really scared of a couple of monsters?" She spewed the word 'monsters' like it was venom, the group likely thinking it of hatred of the beings described, instead of her hatred for the word itself. "You really can't handle yourselves for six months? Wow. I knew I was dealing with a bunch of weaklings, but this is just sad." Now that she had established her persona, the tricky part came- trying to convince them to give the supernatural a chance without completely giving away she had a soft spot for them. Her smirk grew bigger when she realized the perfect way to do just that.

[#color=009AC5]"I for one, think we should wait a little bit before we try to escape. You know, gain their trust, learn a couple of secrets. Give it a few months, pretend to be... cooperative. Then, and only then, we can plan an escape."[/color] She let her words stir in the air, hopefully giving them ideas. Her plan meant that the non-human beings didn't have much time to try to convince them, but at least it was time. She only could hope they were smart enough to use it wisely, and prevent anyone- humans and supernatural beings alike- getting killed.

Ash nodded, liking the ideas coming in so far, "Good, good. I think this is starting out pretty well for such a situation. The back up will definitely be useful at times, we can't yet trust them in their current... conditions." She tapped her hands a few times in her lap to a tune only she could hear, then a popping sound could be heard from her lips before she stood and stretched languidly with muscles all drawn taut. "So... I'm going to head on over to the prison so we can get this thing started.We will be needing their names so ... I guess we need to try talking to them." She shrugged and began making her way between seats and people easily enough with her species' speed and grace.

She continued moving, but called back to the others, "I've got a pen, but we're gonna be needing some paper... unless someone is willing to use shreds of their clothing." It was a small jet on her part, but a jest indeed, and she continued to smile as if she continuously joked to herself within her mind's workings.

"Oh yes, we're all terrified which is why we've all just given up," Nicole rebutted, "Absolutely freaking terrified. Nah, it can't have had anything to do with the fact we screwed up that we're behaving this way. Honestly Jayde. We're going to have to wait to escape."

The female Hunter paused, lips pursed tightly together, as she reluctantly agreed with the other, "Though, you're right. What seems like the best way would be to make them think they're convincing us; to listen to them, play friendly, and everything else. Gain their trust, and then either wait for an opportunity to escape. We have to get the others information about this place. They let us in. Which means if we can get out, we can lead the others back here."

Nicole had no doubts about her job. She'd been raised to think of the supernaturals as monsters, and you didn't feel regret when you killed something like that. It was like feeling pity after squashing an ant. Most Hunters, Nic included, didn't think about it any differently. Mainly because she'd never spoken to or listened to rather, a supernatural long enough to know differently.

They were so slow. Every angle discussed, every feeling enunciated and fawned over. Gaia didn't want to be there anymore than anyone else - her heart beat to the sound of bass and techno, not this do-good prattle about changing a whole culture. Humans hate monsters. What's the big deal? Just hide yo' kids and yo' wife and no foul. No humans be gettin' into my crib. Perhaps these monsters had no way to hide themselves?

In truth, Gaia knew very little about her kind, abandoning her home at the age of 12 and joining the rebellious, hormonal youth on the dance floor. Her experiences with humanity had been unfriendly at worst and life-changing at best. In the awesome, open-your-eyes kind a way. Gaia had a lot to give to humanity and enjoyed doing so. If she took a little in return, so what? She had never gotten any complaints before.

Even though she usually had a strict no leadership policy, this here group had trouble wiping their own ass. Time to bust out the heavy duty baby wipes. "You all are being right pansies about this whole thing." her tone was fun-loving and mocking in one,"I mean, hell! I bet you all have trouble deciding which side of the bed to lay on." She smiled, a broken smile, asymmetric with several bent teeth. It always came off as a smirk even when Gaia meant to communicate empathy.

"You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go on down there and I'm gonna pick one at random. Done! Brilliant, I know." She peered out at the monsters and found a couple of beauties in the mix. Maybe this whole shindig wouldn't be so bad after all. "It doesn't have to be so complicated, gents! We don't really have a choice in the matter, so stop your prattling and get on down to the nitty-gritty."

"We gonna adopt us a new pet!"

Alia rolled her eyes at Gaia's annoying, flamboyant outburst. She had been so nice and quiet the majority of the night, which was a nice reprieve from having to listen to the strange women for the past couple of weeks. But now, now she had to open up her big, and rather pretty (hey, she can appreciate something decent to look at), mouth, and spit out the thing that definitely takes the cake most naive thing said that night, which is saying something, considering the dream walker was in the room. 'Adopt us a new pet' ? Really? There is nothing pet-like about those killers. It was ludicrous- in fact, the only redeeming thing about it is that it stopped the dream walker with continuing her ‘joke’, or whatever it was. However, Alia recognized that right now, the quickest way to get this ridiculous thing done is to just get it over with and not argue with her supernatural ‘peers’ (if you could even call them that, as Alias’ years on this planet far outnumber theirs).


So instead of verbally destroying Gaia, like she so wanted to, Alia simply said, “While I think there are many other… better ways, I think that the dream walker and the mutt have a point in that we don’t have enough time to come up with a better plan then just choosing at random. So, I don’t know about the rest of you lot, but I’m going to waste as little time as humanly,” Alia smirked, “possible, and go down there and, like she,” Alia nodded towards Gaia, “so cleverly said, ‘get on down to the nitty-gritty’ and just choose already.” With that, Alia got up and led the way, heading toward the direction the dream walker had been going, scoffing at the memory of her ridiculous attempt at a 'joke'.

Anthony sighed when Gaia began to speak up. Really? She had to go on talking about the humans like they were pets? Had to insult her 'peers' at the same time when they tried to settle the matter civilly? He didn't much like the way she spoke to them but there was no use getting into a verbal debate over the terms and what not. It would get them no where and would lead to just aggravating everyone as if this situation wasn't stressful enough as it was. Well, it seemed like there was nothing to it but to do it. Oh man he hoped he picked a human that he could get along with. If he and his human couldn't get along... well the whole project would be fucked and they'd never get anywhere useful during their time together.

"I agree with Gaia and Alia then. Just picking our human partner seems like it would make things simple enough," he stated out loud.

Anthony followed Gaia and Alia down to where the humans were being kept and waited while Alia went second and picked her human. He didn't want to waste any time down here so he moved closer to the cell door and looked over the humans as he debated. He didn't want to grab one of the men. Men were far more stubborn in his opinion and harder to reach a tie with. Though it probably made him look weak, he had a much easier time getting to know women regardless of which gender he took on himself. He nibbled his lip and his eyes strayed to the pretty brunette.

"Well, I guess I'll go with her," he said and gave Nichole a nod, indicating to everyone else who he was choosing.

Ash had already left and was waiting for the others down amongst the cells for the others. She didn't really have a pen, it'd been part of the miniscule joke she'd made, so if they'd actually chosen to draw papers they were out of luck. Luckily, as they appeared, they seemed to have decided to just randomly pick and that actually worked well for her. It really did, she didn't want to leave it completely up to chance that she'd end up with someone that would actually make her want to kill them. It could prove amusing for certain others in the group, but useless when it came to convincing the Hunters of the innocence of Supernaturals. Then again, she often trusted her luck, and it often payed off for her. So, through the childish solution of 'Eenie-Meenie' running through her head, she came to one of the male hunters.

"I'll take him, then," she said, nodding in Artemis's (though she didn't yet know his name) direction. He'd seemed like one of the more spirited ones at the hearing before, "The apparent drop in such energy somewhat worried her as she studied him from outside of the bars, drops in spirit were not usually good. She'd seen such things lead to suicide, and no one needed that right now. Especially not with the job they were responsible for now.

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Nathaniel had been opening his mouth to speak, most likely more words fueled by his coping mechanism. But that's when the Monsters began arriving, the first seeming to simply wait before others showed up. These were to be the ones "changing" their minds, whispering lies and orchestrating events to get into their heads. Then, they began picking them out, like picking kids for a team, or more like picking a toy to play with. He stayed silent, his usually nice enough gaze becoming an obvious glare.

"Oh," She had said in response, a bit stubbornly, "In no way am I going to be meek and completely open to them. Of course we have to be a bit stubborn, at least initially. Else it won't seem right..." Nicole hadn't wanted to even listen to them, like Artemis, but reason was reason, and she hadn't any other options.

'I'll go with her'? Seriously? Her face deadpanned as she listened to him speak. They were talking about them as though they weren't even there, and that irked her. It seriously irked her. She couldn't tell the majority of these creatures' species, as most were humanoid, but she could pick out a few defining features on some of them, which allowed her to guess at their species. Without their equipment though, identifying a lot of these things would be near impossible.

Every inch of her being just itched to be let out at them, years of instincts and teachings telling her that this wasn't how things should go. But Jayde was right, upsetting as it was. And damn her if she screwed everything up.

Jayde looked up in surprise when a small group of supernatural entered their holding area- she would have thought that they were going to wait until tomorrow to start to engage with her group. Her surprise turned into confusion when one of them- a women with short hair and an abundance of tattoos over her arms- stepped out of the loose band of 'monsters' and went over to stand in front of her (well, as much as she could, considering there were long metal bars, and a good 6 feet of space between them). The woman looked her up and down and said confidently, “You look like you could be fun." What could the strange woman mean by that? However Jayde's befuddlement only grew as the woman (who had no visible supernatural characteristics) continued to convey her apparent interest in Jayde by adding "Fancy a romp out on the night?”

Jayde blushed slightly, both embarrassed by her being singled out, and the strange words coming out of the supernaturals mouth. Nonetheless, she knew she couldn't let anyone (including the person in front of her) know that she felt anything but distaste for the situation she was in. She cocked her head, and willed away her blush, responding with, "And what the hell do you mean by that? I'm not your toy, or something, and I'm not going to be fun." Jayde put as much contempt and loathing into the words as she could possibly muster, but realized that she might have stretched it a bit too far. Oh well. Too late to change her words now.

Gaia pursed her lips, "Ooo, touchy, touchy." She smiled then, all gums and teeth, an endearing goofiness that seemed out of character to Jayde. "It's gonna be a long 6 months, doll. You can either make it miserable or tolerable. I think you'll come to find that I'm not as bad as you're led to believe." Jayde simply shook her head, opting to not say anything. She still didn't know quite what the women was talking about, but decided to not make a fool of herself again by being too aggressive.

Ash waited then, watching her new responsibility with curiosity. Responsibility... funny. The only responsibility she'd ever really had in life since her family passed was herself. Now she had to suddenly try and ease the poisoned thoughts of this human's life teachings out of his mind, and educate him in the truth all Hunters seemed so oblivious to. Subconsciously leaning back on a wall, her gaze wandered and one of her left arm went to rest against her stomach while her other hand rested at her clavicle in thought. What exactly would happen to these humans, state-of-mind wise, if they were to realize all of their mistakes. They'd been murdering innocent (for the most part) creatures simply because some adults told them to and fed them age-old lies. What if they were overcome with grief and resentment? What if depression took place of the fire in their souls? What would saving their lives have done then, other than sentence them to another of self-loathing if they were emotionally and mentally strong enough to handle it. But of course... these were Hunters... she probably had nothing to worry about with them despite them trying to escape and/or kill the Supernaturals in their way.

Ash snapped out of her thoughts then, not wanting to go to much darker depths than that. She ate nightmares, dealt with them each time, she'd seen a lot of horrible things in both the Dream and Earth realms. But a young dreamwalker with a heart like hers could only take so much darkness. She slid down the wall now to sit on the floor, her gaze once again moving to her charge to visually analyze him. Around her age, dark haired, dark eyed, a glare of cold steel, and what seemed like an impregnable stubbornness. Yeah... yeah, this guy would be alright. With this uplifting thought, a small and nearly unnoticeable smile tugged the corners of her lips upwards.

Then realization came to her over why he might be avoiding eye contact with her now... many Supernatural's abilities could activate through eye contact. For example, a gorgon's very literal stony gaze, and her own kind... really those were the only two she could think of off the top of her head, but there were most definitely more. So, with a sigh, she reached into a front pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses before pushing herself up and towards the barred figures with the shades held toward, for lack of anything better to call him (due to not knowing his name), her Hunter.

"Here," she began, "I guess... you'd feel more comfortable with a barrier?" She shrugged and waited for whatever might happen. Acceptance would delight her, but she'd deal easily enough with rejection.