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Marcey Parker

"Just Breathe"

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a character in “Stranger Than It Seems”, as played by Willowlae

Description

Marcey Parker

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Face Claim
Katie Holmes


Physical Description



Height
5’’6

Weight
104.6

Species
Siren

Eyes
Very light Brown; tan

Hair/Fur
I have brown hair that does whatever it is that it does. I usually wear it in a pony tail anyway.

Attire
blues, browns, light jackets, tennis shoes, converse, etc. Always have my journal with me. Hair up, not too much makeup, always with music.



Personality



Likes
(at least 3)
+ Silence
+ Running
+ Music
+ Writing
+ Drawing
Rain



Dislikes
(at least 3)
x Loud noises
x Death
x Trust
x Strong wind
x Thoughts


Fears
(at least 3)
- Large bodies of water
- Death
- Darkness
- Evil
- Being alone
- Hurting people she loves


Brief Description
Friendly, funny, awkward, good at drawing, singing, and writing. Anyone who loves her dies, and she can contort people’s opinions of her, so she doesn't trust their emotions. She is 17 years old, born on May 14th.


History


Marcey's family grew up everywhere with a name. Her mother and father, knowing death was riding their tail, took Marcey from state to state. They never settled long enough for her to get attached to anyone. Marcey never knew she was different though. She didn't know that she had been cursed at birth and that she was running away from a fate that wasn't in her own control. Her life consisted of take out, hotel room keys, and of course, her mom and dad. The only home she ever knew was the back seat of her moms 2012 Grand Caravan. Until that dreadful day. Death finally caught up, swinging in and running the Parker car into a light pole in the middle of Wisconsin, killing both of Marcey's parents. Things settled down though, Marcey's uncle Gregory came and stayed with her and she finally had a place to call "house". Since no place was ever going to be home again. Well, she fell in love with a guy named Declan. He was her best friend and they did everything together. He was the only reason Marcey survived the never-ending drunkard rants of her uncle at night.

As we all know though, love never ends well for a siren. In Wisconsin's sketchy downtown, death came in and took Declan with a bullet to the lung. He had jumped in front of Marcey, saving her from the sudden drive-by. She held him in her arms as he took his last gasping breaths.

Returning that night, after being beaten and belittled by the whiskey-ranking uncle, she found out the truth. She not only felt alone, but she had a new found self hatred, for she no longer trusted that Declan ever loved her for her, maybe she just wanted him to love her so badly that she manipulated and created an unrealistic love. One that got him killed. Having lost all she ever felt to be important to her, she ran away. She took all of the life insurance her mother and father had left for her, (which wasn't much), and hit the highway. Next thing you know, she wound up on the door step of Hawthorne. When Hawthorne was no longer safe, she found herself here.

So begins...

Marcey Parker's Story

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Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace

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Marcey Parker

The cab rolled to a stop at the local Walmart. Marcey knew the house wouldn't have food, and she could use a few more moments to process her next actions. She was going to see them again, everyone. Although it hadn't been long since she last saw the group, Marcey knew it was obligatory to start this off right. She walked inside the front doors of the store, grabbed a buggy, and started shopping. Making her way from isle to isle, she grabbed things she knew she needed for her home recipes. Before she even realized it, the buggy was full and she was checking out. She glanced at the little boy holding hands with his father behind her in line. She quickly grabbed dix packs of chewing gum, and threw them on the moving checkout counter. She also grabbed pencils, hers were barely considered pencils now, considering how much she had used them. The tall girl behind the counter popped her bubble gum and chewed repugnantly, staring at Marcey as she proceeded to place the remnants of her purchase on the counter.

“And will that be all?” The girl’s lips moved, but Marcey focused on the attitude that soiled the girls pretty features. The cashier’s raven black hair fell to both sides of her face, the root of red starting to show underneath the damaged hair. She looked as if she took care of herself, but she probably had to because her personality was so repulsive.

“Yes.” Marcey slid her debit card and purchased the merchandise.

As she walked away, she heard the little boy echo to her a silent goodbye. She wasn’t getting used to the whole mind reading thing. For instance, she only heard bits and pieces of things she couldn’t care less about. As for the things she wish she could know, like Shrade’s feelings for her, the mental conversations seemed to be on silent. It was aggravating, the thought of the confusion, led her outside and toward the cab that had been waiting for her. She put the groceries in the back seat with her, and put the buggy back where she had gotten it.

“Alright, If you could please take me home.” The cab driver nodded, Marcey having already handed him the address. home.. the word stuck in the back of her throat like food she couldn’t bear to swallow. She pondered the concept of this, until the cab stopped, and she realized that she had made it. “Thank you, James was it?” He nodded and asked if she needed help with the groceries. “No thank you,” She slid him his payment with a ten dollar tip, and grabbed the bags. One step after the next, she approached the front door.





Ayzlee Grace

Ayzlee sang to herself as the car rolled along. She only paid attention when the car slowed down and stopped. There was a girl at the door, she had lots of bags and was trying to get inside. “Mr.Mike, Mr.Mike,” She grabbed the sleeve of the man who oversaw her placements. “Is that gonna be the woman who keeps me?” He looked her in the eye and smiled.

“I have already met with this family, and they are very nice. That would be your babysitter, while they are working.” He opened the back door, and unbuckled Ayzlee’s seat. “Come on Zeelee” He teased her as she grabbed her stuffed rabbit and walked in front of the car. Mike grabbed her bags in one hand, and her hand in the other. “Are you ready?” Ayzlee nodded as they stepped through the dilapidated fence and over to the front door. With a hollow knock, a young girl opened the door.

“Oh hi, I’m Marcey? Who is this?” The social worker shook Marcey’s hand and introduced Ayzlee.

“There must be a misunderstanding..” Marcey trailed off as the social worker answered the bluetooth in his ear, hugged Ayzlee, and walked back to his car. He drove away without another word.

“I think you are very pretty.” Ayzlee’s face grew a smile as wide as her cheeks would allow, as she looked past Marcey and into the house.

“Thank you dear, are you sure you are meant to be here?” Marcey seemed worried, and Ayzlee’s face echoed the same thoughts. Somehow, Marcey knew that this girl was different. Wasn’t there supposed to be a family, a signing, information exchange, and regular check ups in this situation? She shook her head and smiled.

Ayzlee smiled and ran past Marcey, into the living room. “He has a funny way of getting us places.” Ayzlee jumped onto the couch with a soft fluff, and looked up at Marcey with curious eyes. “What’s this?” She grabbed Marcey’s journal and started flipping through it. Marcey jumped up nervously.

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace

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Marcey Parker

"No!" Marcey jumped up and ran over to the young girl. "Here lets get something else to work with. What do you like to do?" She hoped the little girl would say something other than "go through everyone's stuff." She didn't know how to handle children. Should she be in a stroller? What do I do??

"I like to dance, and run, and play, and swing, and swim, and draw, and sing, and run, and play, and -" Marcey noticed that the little girl had stopped paying attention to what she was saying.

"Here, how old are you?"

"I am ten years, three months and seventeen days old." Ayzlee looked up at her with pride.

"Alright," ten year olds don't sit in strollers or cribs or anything. What were you thinking? "why don't we go lay our stuff down in some of the rooms, then we can start making dinner. Everyone will be getting here sooner or later." Ayzlee smiled and grabbed her bags and rabbit in one hand, and practically ran with Marcey up the stairs to the bedrooms. Marcey grabbed what she could of her things, being pulled this way and that.

The house was incredible. From the front door, you could practically see it all. To the right, a wide kitchen expanded into an open living room. There was a large, flat screen tv atop a stone finished fireplace, and couches surrounding it at every angle. On the far end of the living room there was a glass wall, overlooking the yard and lake. Stairs emerged from the center of the house, leading to six enormous rooms all detailed uniquely. In the middle of them, sat another seating area, facing a glass wall that dimmed in the daylight. There were couches, counters for food, and lots of game systems. three rooms on each side, with bathrooms after every other room. It was splendid.

Ayzlee immediately ran into the center room to her right, claiming it as her own. The entire room was white, with flowers, lights, and a window seal that looked over the valley and lake. She threw herself on her bed, and sat patiently for Marcey to come find her. However, Marcey was distracted as well. She made her way into the room closest to her right, and pushed the door open gently. This room was a pale brown, with blues, blacks, and whites swelling to crescendos in her surroundings. The walls were so detailed, as if someone had painted them with their bear hangs, just for her. Shadows of trees emerged from every corner of the room, where no tree would actually be found. She laid her things down on the dusty blue sheets, and started to put her photos and journal on the table beside her bed. As she stepped out of her room, closing the door carefully, she noticed the door adjacent to hers. A little walk way connected it over the stairs, a little path from one room to the next, just leaving a small hole where the stairs protruded.

"Marcey?" Ayzlee's voice made Marcey turn around, and she smiled down at the young child.

"Yeah?"

"There are no adults coming are there?" Marcey tickled the little girl, and threw her over her shoulder laughing.

"I guess we will find out!" Ayzlee giggled as Marcey carried her down the stairs and plumped her on the couch. "Now I am going exploring, you can join me if you want." Marcey turned away, and walked through the kitchen into a little dining room, immediately right of the front door. "Remind me to ask John how he found this place." She yelled back to Ayzlee who was sitting patiently on the couch. On the other side of the dining room, was a hall way that contained another bathroom, a laundry room, a large empty room with mats on the floor, an indoor hottub room, and two french doors at the very end. Marcey made her way from the hottub room, leaving a scent of chlorine in the air, and opened the french doors. It led outside. A huge field rose from these backdoors, a table was set up, and to the right it seemed the valley went on for a life time. In the center, there was a large lake, chairs and a little table beside of the dock. It was absolutely stunning. The ground was mostly flat, good enough to run, and the distance was eternal. Marcey found her paradise.
She stepped back inside and made her way back to the living room, where Ayzlee sat drawing on herself with a highlighter. "I have paper you know" She laughed and made her way to the kitchen to start cooking, having already put the remnants of her purchase in their appropriate places.

"So who is John?" Ayzlee perched up and stared at Marcey. "You told me to ask John how he found this place, who is John?"

Marcey stared out the front window, toward the driveway. "Better question is, where is John"

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim

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John had rolled back into Washington, looking for nothing but some time to him and his oldest friends. He had spent the last few years fighting a war. It seemed, surreal, to be headed home. It seemed even more surreal that he had never been in his home, despite purchasing the property three years ago.

The flight was pretty standard, well, for an illegal private charter. Good scotch on-board. The small plane landed in a field, John quickly grabbed his bag, and made his way off. A black cab was waiting for him, he tossed his belongings in the backseat, and hopped in.

The cab stopped in front of a large place. He jogged up to the door lightly, and knocked. A chipper young girl answered.

"Hello, who are you?" She asked nicely

"Oh, I uhh, must have the wrong address. Sorry kiddo." John was about to turn and leave, but then he saw a familiar face. Marcey.

"Haha, how in the hell did you beat me here?" He asked happily, he was glad to see that she was okay. Life had been hell for him, but he could only imagine what it had been like for everyone else. He wasn't sure how to greet her, so he just saluted. She laughed. Nothing had changed.

The house was nice, needed a little sprucing up though. The paint was old, and grey. the place had obviously not seen a paintbrush, or new furniture, in at least five years. Everything seemed so old.

He sprawled out on the couch. "Oh my god, this is awesome." He said to nobody inparticular, before bowing his head, and praying to the angel, Azrael. The moment he was done thinking his name, he appeared.

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"I am here." Azrael stated, appearing directly in front of Marcey's face. He turned to her.
"Who are you?" he said, before touching her forehead.
"Nice to meet you, Marcey Parker."
He then turned to Ayzlee. "You, you were, cast out. Nobody will speak of why." She just looked at him, puzzled.

He looked back at John, confused. "Am I not doing the social right?" He asked. John just laughed, "Don't ask me, this is all you."
He then looked around, and saw a chair. It looked fairly comfortable.

He teleported to it, sitting down. Azrael had been through quite a journey. A South African cult had sprung up, summoning several high ranking demons. They had torn through most of South Africa before Azrael and a few other angels caught the case. It had been a pretty serious fight, one of his brothers was killed in the conflict.

"This is, nice." He stated.

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim Character Portrait: Shrade Stryder

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Shrade Stryder

The portal swirled and dipped, the electric blue color of its surface making Shrade's head ache with the sudden pull of gravity toward his center. He stepped forward, his hands tightening around the large chain he held in his hands. His Harley Davidson sunglasses hiding the spark of defiance in his eyes. The sound of a heavy object being dragged filled the air, and as it passed through the portal, the sound was cut off by the sound of static electricity crackling. He felt every particle around him get torn apart, only to be reunited on the other side.

A loud crack filled the air outside the building where Marcey currently was (he knew she was there as he had been keep a tab on her location throughout the years). A strike of blue energy hit the ground and a circle of light opened to reveal Shrade walking toward the door with a very large metal box the size of an ATV. He didn't stop dragging it at the door, but somehow managed to get it inside the house without damaging anything.

When done, he dropped the large and heavy looking chain he had used to drag the box through the portal. And with that, Shrade stopped and threw up his arms and grabbed Marcey and Ayzlee in a hug. "I missed you all so mu-" He stopped to pulled back and stare at Ayzlee, "Except I don't know you and unless John suddenly lost his manliness..." He grinned wolfishly, before turning to give the room a once over. "Well, John... I see you went and got us the crappiest house there was on the lot..." He moved to lean on the metal box.

"So, who is he?" He pointed at Azrael. At the end of his question a loud thumping sound came from inside the box, and along with it, some shouting. "Shrade! If you don't let me out! I'm going to kill you!"

Feeling a little guilty, he held his hands up at Marcey and John, "Okay, before you call me cruel let me at least say that she didn't want to come and it was the only way I could get her here and she was threatening-" He ran his hand over a hole at the top of his box only to yelp and pull it back quickly, narrowly dodging a blast of blue flame that burst from inside. "Ow! Damn it, Kyra!" He turned to look helplessly at the others, "Brave yourselves." He unlocked the door and watched as it burst forward, a wall of blue flame slamming the metal slab door open.

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim Character Portrait: Shrade Stryder

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Kyra Rye Shade

Kyra was pissed off. And it was all Shrade's fault. Idiot! Stupid idiot! I should have ran when I had the chance! She morphed into her tiger form and roared blue witch-fire out an air hole. "Ow! Damn it, Kyra!" Smug, Kyra roared again. "Brave yourselves." Her already pricked ears twitched as she heard the unfolding of the buckle and lock that held her so.

Quick to react, Kyra roared witch-fire at the door and watched as it slammed open. "About bloody time," she muttered under her breath after shifting into her human form and crawling out of the steal box. Standing upright, she stretched out lazily, exactly like a cat.

"Now, in what manner should I conduct my torture upon you, big brother?" She whipped around, glaring daggers at Shrade she questioned, "Should I flay you alive?" In response, a ball of blue flame erupted into life just in front of Shrade. "Or should I brand you like a cow? Force you into your dog form and take you to the vet to get neutered?" An angry glimmer was stuck in her eyes. "Yes, maybe I should do that." Shrade's face was pale and right as Kyra lunged forward he shifted into dog form. With his tail between his legs he darted behind Marcey's legs.

"Coward!" Kyra snarled at Shrade, only stopping herself from losing control of the mass of blue flame. It coalesced and burst into sparks. "Now-" Her eyes widened to see two new strangers. Feeling... a bit exposed, she cooled her face of rage into that of a polite stranger. She cleared her throat and glanced at John questioningly. "Who are the two of you?"

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim

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"Well, I don't know who the little one is yet, but this? This is Azrael. I met him a few times while I was uhh, on vacation." He knew she wouldn't buy that whatsoever, but what the hell. What, was he supposed to tell her he left to wage a war? No, no way.

"So, how've you been? You look good." He meant it, she did. It had been a few years, he hoped not much had changed. John turned to Azrael, and asked him if he could grab some beer. Azrael dissipated the moment he began saying beer, and re-appeared, with a case in hand, by the time he finished saying beer.

"And that, my friends, is why everybody needs an angel on their shoulder." John laughed.

Azrael interrupted his laugh. "John, I don't think I would fit on your shoulder." He spoke without a hint of humor, making it clear that he had taken John's statement quite seriously, which made John find it even funnier.

As much as Azrael might have been completely detached from social norms, he had saved Johns' ass more times than he cared to remember. He had also given him an angel blade, capable of killing pretty much anything. It had come in handy when he ran into a few rogue groups of monsters, ones the Clerics had got to, and turned. Reversed the story, made them hate the assassins. This had caused some serious ripples. A few particularly gory memories flashed in John's mind, as a few brothers had been torn to shreds by demonfire. Eric was torn in half right in front of him, head to toe.

He flashed back into reality, and caught himself staring at Kyra. He quickly turned, grabbed a beer, and cracked it. It was smooth, his friend had done well.

"Well, come on in" He said politely, making his way to the far end of the couch.

Azrael piped in after John was done. "My name is Azrael, you're Kyra, I presume? And you," He touched Shrades' hand. "Shrade, Kyra's brother. Nice to meet you two." He took a beer, and teleported himself back to his chair.

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim Character Portrait: Shrade Stryder

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"Well, I don't know who the little one is yet, but this? This is Azrael. I met him a few times while I was uhh, on vacation."

"Odd" Azrael wondered why he told her vacation. He had doubts that John would consider that a vacation. It wasn't exactly a pleasant time. He decided against mentioning anything, John must've been lying, trying to hide what they were doing. He didn't think it was a good idea, but, this was Johns choice, not his own.

John turned to Azrael, and asked him if he could grab some beer. Azrael dissipated the moment he began saying beer, and re-appeared, with a case in hand, by the time he finished saying beer.

John had mentioned that Azrael was an angel on his shoulders. He thought that was an odd statement, and responded accordingly.
"John, I don't think that I would fit on your shoulder."

John had apparently found that quite funny. Azrael didn't understand the humor, but he chuckled shyly, attempting to cast an air of humanity.

"Well, come on in" John said politely, making his way to the far end of the couch.

Azrael piped in after John was done. "My name is Azrael, you're Kyra, I presume? And you," He touched Shrades' hand. "Shrade, Kyra's brother. Nice to meet you two." He took a beer, and teleported himself back to his chair.

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim Character Portrait: Shrade Stryder

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Ayzlee Grace

Ayzlee was attached to Marcey's hand, while everyone was just appearing, one after the other, out of boxes through the back door and magically out of thin air. Ayzlee had never seen anything like it. "What are you monsters?" She finally spoke up after everyone had seemed to make their presence known. She let go of Marcey's hand, seeing the pain stricken upon her face. Without saying another word, Ayzlee started crying, shaking, and backing away slowly. She turned and took off down the hall before Marcey could do anything about it, leaving the crowd in their places. She was terrified. What was wrong with them? She leaped up the stairs and into her bedroom, hiding in the farthest corner she could find, with the door locked.

"Ayzlee, it's me. It's Marcey, Ayzlee, I won't hurt you. You know I won't hurt you, please let me inside." Ayzlee stood slowly and approached the door hesitantly.

"What are you?" Her voice shook as she tried to muster each word, of the thousands of words rushing through her head, for some reason those were the only she could manage.

"I can explain all of this Ayzlee. You just have to let me in." Ayzlee lifted her hand slowly and unlocked the door, letting the door open.



Marcey Parker

"I missed you all so mu-" It had been so long since she had seen him. All she wanted was for the hug to last for a life time, but she knew it wouldn't.

Marcey felt Ayzlee grab onto her hand quickly, as Kyra made her entrance.

"Please try not to kill my boy-" In attempts to keeping the situation age appropriate, she had accidentally said something ridiculous.
She felt Shrade cower behind her, hoping he wouldn't have heard her babble. "This is my daughter, Ayzlee." She got a few shocked faces from around the room, but the joke weighed heavy on her. "Her dad is dead, of course." Not helping. "I am completely joking by the way." Ayzlee let go of her hand and stared frightened at everyone around her.

"What are you monsters?"
Before Marcey could explain, the girl was gone. She doesn't know. Oh my god, she had no clue.

"Seriously though, she is ten and she evidently has no freaking clue about this, I don't know what she is or why she is here but for some reason I don't think she knows either." With that, she ran up the stairs toward Ayzlee.

"Ayzlee it's me. It's me, Marcey. Ayzlee, you just have to let me in." She wanted more than anything to wish that memory away from her. "You know I won't hurt you, please let me inside." She heard shuffling from the inside, and heard a terrified voice whisper back to her.

"What are you?" The words stung as they hit Marcey as bluntly as the door would have.

"I can explain all of this Ayzlee. You just have to let me in." After a moment's pause, the lock rustled and she was on the inside of Ayzlee's room.

"We aren't normal here. Some of us more than others." What am I supposed to say?? Everyone down there has probably killed someone. So have I, how do I explain this. "You see, we are special. For some reason, you are too. We just don't know why yet."

"I am not a monster!"

"I know you aren't, Ayzlee. We aren't either. You see, John is a protector. He keeps us safe. He is like a giant teddy bear. His friend, well.. I just met his friend today. As for Kyra, the mad one, and Shrade the- um." Ayzlee looked up to her as if she was somehow helping. Quite a relief. "They are open minded people. Meaning, they aren't just limited to seeing the way people see. They have the power to change into two other creatures. And NEITHER, is going to hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."

Ayzlee hugged her as tight as she could, almost knocking Marcey backwards. "You don't belong here do you?" Ayzlee whispered over Marcey's shoulder.

Marcey picked her up and threw her over her shoulder gently, making Ayzlee laugh uncontrollably. "Well I am here, and so are you. So lets go get this started the right way." They made their way down the stairs and to the group.

Ayzlee ran over to Shrade and stopped abruptly, amazed at seeing him as a dog. "Do you see in black and white?" Marcey laughed to herself, making her way to the kitchen.

"I sure have missed you all. Anyone hungry?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim Character Portrait: Shrade Stryder

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Kyra Rye Shade

"Well, I don't know who the little one is yet, but this? This is Azrael. I met him a few times while I was uhh, on vacation." Kyra started at the name, but kept her eyes on the little girl before glancing at Azrael. Azrael... She mulled over the name and certainly knew John was lying. She inhaled the scents surrounding her and her intuition began to raise its invisible hackles. That smell... Angel-fire, here?

"So, how've you been? You look good." Kyra didn't look at John, but was running her eyes over Azrael when he reappeared with beer. Suspicion was hidden in her eyes. Please don't be a- "And that, my friends, is why everybody needs an angel on their shoulder." Kyra glared at Azrael, Of course, John just had to make friends with an Angel. He couldn't be friends with a vampire or even a succubus... just had to be an Angel.

"Well, come on in" Kyra huffed, a growl caught in her throat. "My name is Azrael, you're Kyra, I presume? And you," He touched Shrades' hand. "Shrade, Kyra's brother. Nice to meet you two." Kyra bared her fangs at the Angel, "Well, great." She lunged across to the end of the couch, snatching the beer out of John's hands and snarled, "There is a child a present, and besides that, you shouldn't be drinking anyway." She moved to grab the one out of Azrael's hand but stopped at the last second. "You can drink if you want; I don't care if you die or have health problems later on. However, I will take this." She grabbed the case of beer and sauntered over to the trash can and dropped all the alcohol in it. "And with that, I want to know why we're here..." A moment of silence. "John, why the hell are we here?"







Shrade Stryder

Once Kyra's rage appeared to have been... diverted to other places, he peeked his head out from behind Marcey's knee. Yes! Freedom! He came out from behind Marcey and shifted into his human form. "Well, that was-" "This is my daughter, Ayzlee." Shrade's jaw dropped, and was promptly clamped. "Her dad is dead, of course." I think drinking is also a good idea at a time like this. He was about to ask John to throw him one when... "I am completely joking by the way." Another crisis averted.

"What are you monsters?" Only to run into another one... Shrade put a hand to his chest, and mockingly said, "Ouch, that hurt." He pulled away from Marcey and Ayzlee when the squirt took off. And feeling a bit... useless and left out, he kept looking down the hallway and said with a lightness, "Usually its only Kyra whose the monster."

"Seriously though, she is ten and she evidently has no freaking clue about this, I don't know what she is or why she is here but for some reason I don't think she knows either." Frustrated with the sudden turn of events, Shrade, the monster, morphed back into his dog form to roll around on a rug. "Do you see in black and white?" Shrade totally freaked out. He jumped up and literally howled. What the hell?!

Shrade shifted into his human form and backed away from Ayzlee, "Hell!" He turned to look at Marcey and everyone else -mainly Marcey. "What the hell! Where did this come from? I mean- I- I... Oh, forget, it." He scowled, ignoring the little girl before hearing Kyra's question... "John, why the hell are we here?" Oh shit!

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim Character Portrait: Shrade Stryder

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"Well, great." She lunged across to the end of the couch, snatching the beer out of John's hands and snarled, "There is a child a present, and besides that, you shouldn't be drinking anyway." Kyra did not seem happy.

"Whoa, you haven't changed a bit, I thought we had this conversation a long, long time ago." John said, trying to avoid the question he knew was coming.

"And with that, I want to know why we're here..." A moment of silence. "John, why the hell are we here?"

Damn.

"As much as I wish we were here to have a good time, we're not. We've been called to Hawthorne, for a meeting. I assume their going to ask you to take up teaching positions." John decided to leave out the fact that he would not be joining, he knew Kyra would more than likely try to kill him. Man, she hadn't changed one bit. Minus the whole witch thing, that was pretty badass. Shrade hadn't changed much either.

Azrael looked at John. "John, I've never been to that school, I doubt they would want me to teach there."

Fuck, I was trying to leave that part out, jackass.

John looked at Azrael. "We have other matters to attend to, We'll talk later" and with that, he game him a Shut the hell up look.

Kyra immediately darted her eyes towards John. "And what would that be?"

Oh, shit. How am I going to bullshit my way out of this one.

"It's nothing major, just some minor stuff, barely even worth doing, but it's gotta be done, you know?" He tried to sound reassuring, but he was pretty sure it wasn't going to work. There was no way she was going to buy this, but he had to try, at least.

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"You can drink if you want; I don't care if you die or have health problems later on. However, I will take this."

Azrael took the statement literally. "Kyra, I can't get health problems, or die of non-violent causes" She just glared at him.
I don't think she likes me.

She seemed to be upset that he was an angel. It was understandable, angels weren't exactly viewed as allies for the Mystic population. He felt like mentioning the fact that he and many others had rebelled, and in turn, were sent down to earth. He felt that was too personal to reveal, John and his friends didn't need anything else to deal with. Besides, according to John, they had something to take care of. He pondered as to what.

A few moments later, he received a telepathic message from his brother, Gadreel. "Brother, come." And with that, he was gone.

Gadreel, Uriel, Avriel were gathered in an empty aircraft hangar, in west Miami. "What is it, brothers?"

Uriel spoke first. "Have you made contact with John?"

"Yes, but I have not figured out our next step yet. We're in Washington, but I'm not sure why, I can't feel any demons there. I think he may be trying to make certain the safety of his friends."

Gadreel spoke. "Good, their important. Especially the Shrade-Stryder pair. Their bloodline is very important. Tell John when you can, we've got a trace on a demonic possession about 20 miles south of their current location. It's a lesser, and it brought friends."

Azrael wore a look of concern. "How many friends, and do we have a name?"

Avriel spoke last. "King Baal. He brought 5 nameless. Their here to scout, something about cleansing the world, I fear it's more serious than we think."

Azrael looked. "I'll make sure we take care of it."

He popped back into the living room. All of the guests seemed to be wearing rather surprised looks.

He gave John the We need to talk, in private, now look.

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She heard bits and pieces from the group, talking about why they were here and something. Shrade seemed angry, he was yelling, and Marcey could feel his eyes on her. Since no one said they wanted food, she put all the supplies up, and walked up to Shrade directly. She put a hand on his arm, and tried to calm him down.

"She isn't trying to be mean Shrade. Please, just have patience." When she looked up at him, she felt like her world unraveled. Marcey quickly diverted her eyes, trying to ignore the friction, removing her hand from him. "I'm sorry." She grabbed ahold of Ayzlee's hand and led her back up to her room. Once Ayzlee was on her bed, she gave her a coloring book and markers.

"They don't want me here." Ayzlee looked down silently, aware of her displacement among the group.

"No, they just don't know how special you are. They will get used to you. They didn't like me at first either." Marcey stood up and sat behind Ayzlee on the bed, braiding the girl's hair into a fishtail braid. She started humming, and eventually found herself singing. It was a song that her mother used to sing to her.

"Sleepy head
Day is almost done
You’ve learned so much from the day
And night has just begun
Sleepy head
Follow your own light
Into the Woods of Dreams tonight"


"You can sing." Ayzlee had laid down, resting her head on Marcey's lap. She was almost asleep. Marcey ignored her comment, gently singing to the little girl, petting her hair at the same time.

"Into the Woods of Dreams
We go each night
Gathering golden fruit from every tree
And if a night mare thunders thru
Why, just hold on to me"


Marcey scooted out from under her, and turned off the light as she left the room. Ayzlee was fast asleep.

She stepped into her own bedroom and changed into her running clothes, throwing her hair into a hair tie. She put on her tennis shoes quickly, and ran down the stairs. Passing the others, she told John she was going for a run, and glanced at Shrade quickly. Before anyone took time to stop her, she was off. But as she took her first few steps out the door, she turned around and walked back inside. I am done being awkward.

"Screw it, pass me a beer."

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Kyra Rye Shade

"Whoa, you haven't changed a bit, I thought we had this conversation a long, long time ago." Kyra was torn between changing into her tiger form and attack John or storming out the place to find the closest portal to go back to hunting down those Hunters who burned her house down.

"As much as I wish we were here to have a good time, we're not. We've been called to Hawthorne, for a meeting. I assume their going to ask you to take up teaching positions." Kyra opened her eyes to stare at John in shock and laughter, "Can you imagine that, John? Me teaching some other mystics to hide from Human society?!" She laughed at the image that came into her mind when she thought of it. "So, Shrade dragged me all the way here, just to..." She snarled, "You just wasted my time with this 'Meeting' while I could be one step closer to catching a Hunter's nest?"

At this her brother Shrade joined in. "Whoa, calm down Kyra, let's not lose our temper or mention any other important information." A look passed between them, a no one else needs to know agreement time look.

"John, I've never been to that school, I doubt they would want me to teach there." Kyra turned on Azrael, a look of pure fury written on her face. "It's nothing major, just some minor stuff, barely even worth doing, but it's gotta be done, you know?" "NOT in a million years, Kensworth. NOT in a million years..."

Kyra blinked her eyes shut for a minute, Just breathe, just breathe. Just because John Kensworth is the worst human being in the world right now, does not mean you have to kill him... Just calm down. After that, she opened her eyes and her posture was nearly, slightly different. "Okay, since Azrael won't die of 'health problems' or whatever, I need you to be my sparring partner for the moment. I have a feeling if it were John, he may not have a head in the end..."

"Oh, little sister, always resorting to acts of violence when you lose your temper..." Kyra bared her teeth at Shrade, "What? You want me to sleep with one of them? I know you use Sex like a stress reliever." She said this mockingly knowing the response she'd get from Shrade. "Okay! Go beat the hell out of Azrael! And I mean in the ring!" Shrade began looking flabbergasted and grossed out. "Oh, hell. Why couldn't I have been born with a twin brother?"






Shrade Stryder

Shrade had listened to what John had said, but after awhile he had tuned both the Angel, the human and his sister out. That is until his stupid little sister made a slip and spoke of Hunters. "Whoa, calm down Kyra, let's not lose our temper or mention any other important information."

After that he tuned back out again, except for when Kyra seriously messed up his mind about the 'Stress reliever' technique. He covered up his face with a hand, "I think I'm going to need pour some bleach into my mind to get rid of all the images she just put in my head."

"She isn't trying to be mean Shrade. Please, just have patience." Shrade turned to Marcey, already having forgotten the kid was there, he made a smile. "Oh, well as long as she doesn't call me a Monster again, we're fine." He watched as she took Ayzlee out of the room. Hmmm, a motherly type. He was busy thinking of ways to avoid fighting with either John or Kyra when Marcey came back into the room, this time in a different attire. He fully expected her to just pass through, to go off and run when she turned right around. "Screw it, pass me a beer."

"Marcey, are you okay?" He was confused by her sudden interest in drinking some. "So, she's drinking, too." He glanced at his sister, as she scowled, "I'll outside waiting in the gym, or sparring room, or whatever it's called." She turned and walked off into the hallways, supposedly off to the gym, or whatever. Shrade looked helplessly at Marcey, as he didn't know what she'd be like in an hour or so.

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Marcey watched as Shrade looked at her in disappointment, she felt guilt in its finest. She just wanted to fit in. She was tired of being the girl who wouldn't have fun and kept to herself. She stood up slowly, and approached him. She wanted to tell him that this was all some sick excuse of trying to get his attention, but the words froze in her mouth.

"Want to go for a walk?" The words tumbled out faster than she expected, and she waited for him to accompany her in response. "I could use the company." She added as she stepped toward the back door.

She stepped forward into the warm evening glow. The wind was hardly blowing, but strong enough to keep your excitement on edge. "You seem to be doing alright, time has served you well i presume?" She kept the open beer can at her waist, never picking it up to her mouth. She hoped she could get away with not drinking it without him noticing. "When I heard we were needed here, I couldn't wait to see you.. It has been so long." She wanted to tell him how much she missed him. "You probably completely forgot about me in that amount of time." Marcey's gaze hit the ground, as the thought tormented her. She wanted more than anything to just admit to him the feelings she had. But courage was something she had a great lacking of. When she looked back up at him, she realized just how badly she wanted to kiss him. Somehow, in time passing, she spilled the beer obnoxiously. "Why do I always embarrass myself with you?" She laughed. Not the giggle flirty girls do, but a real, head thrown back cackle that you could just feel in your stomach. "I swear you are just meant to see me in every kind of hideously hysterical moment." She smiled up at him, and for a moment, she forgot they weren't normal.

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"You just wasted my time with this 'Meeting' while I could be one step closer to catching a Hunter's nest?"

John was as surprised as he was pleased. "Well, I didn't know you took up sport. Why don't you uhh, follow me for a moment." He motioned for Azrael to follow.

"Okay, since Azrael won't die of 'health problems' or whatever, I need you to be my sparring partner for the moment. I have a feeling if it were John, he may not have a head in the end..."

Azrael spoke "I would love to, but I have more pressing matters at hand."

John looked at him. "Like what?"

Azrael gave him a Not Here look.

"Whatever you're going to say to me, can be said in front of her. Just not Marcey or the kid. They need to stay safe." John was not backing down on this, this was no time to keep secrets from a Shifter/witch, especially one with a temper like she's got." He looked at her and chuckled.

Azrael sighed, and gave in. "Demons, 20 miles south, they don't know we're coming, not yet. We've got the jump, I say we hit them tonight."

John looked at Kyra, smiling. "So, are you up for a little bit of fun, be just like old times. Except it's not me you're trying to kill. And you'll probably have to deal with some hellfire. so uh, yeah. Come with us."

She still looked like she wanted to tear Johns' face off, but slightly less than she had when she got here, so, that was a plus. Maybe this wouldn't end up being the worst idea. Maybe, she could help him find some of those "Hunters" she had mentioned.


John made his way downstairs, into the empty basement. Well, he thought it was empty. There was a boxing ring, and in the next room, armaments. A lot. Silver, mostly. He knew there was a reason assassins kept the properties in the brotherhood. He was grinning ear to ear. This stuff would've helped a lot overseas. Maybe so many brothers wouldn't have died. But then again, nobody dies of old age anymore, something will always get you. Usually it's the clerics, but demons have become much more of an issue.

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Kyra Rye Shade

"Demons, 20 miles south, they don't know we're coming, not yet. We've got the jump, I say we hit them tonight." Kyra's rage halted. "So, are you up for a little bit of fun, be just like old times. Except it's not me you're trying to kill. And you'll probably have to deal with some hellfire. so uh, yeah. Come with us." Kyra fidgeted, suddenly feeling compelled to walk out the door.

Instead of walking out she went down to the basement, ignoring the ring and just heading to the weapon's room. Her senses began buzzing with alarm, as she knew there was a lot of silver down there. "Oh, great. Just a bunch of... silver," she attempted to smile, but it failed. She was after all a werewolf and... Witch hybrid. As long as they don't aim any of those silver weapons my way... She was going to grab a small blade off the wall when she noticed... A cross? That's when the feeling really began to hit her. The room was filled with silver, and among them, holy objects. An ill feeling came over her. Run-run-run-run-run! The instinct came unbidden and forced her to turn tail and bolt out of the room. She stopped in the kitchen. I hope the Angel is too stupid to realize. She moaned as she curled into a ball on the kitchen floor, hoping no one would see her.

"Having problems with holy objects, daughter of Shade?" The mocking voice asked inside her head, followed by a dark chuckle. She wrinkled her noise, smelling the faint presence of a demon. She whispered weakly, "Go back to hell." The voice roared laughter, "Such a spitfire. If you need help with your blossoming... abilities, you know where I am." The voice and laughter of the demon left her head.







Shrade Stryder

"Want to go for a walk?" Shrade calmed down and nodded, following her outside. "You seem to be doing alright, time has served you well i presume? When I heard we were needed here, I couldn't wait to see you.. It has been so long." Shrade shrugged at this, ignoring the urge to talk. "You probably completely forgot about me in that amount of time." He laughed, If you only knew the truth. "Why do I always embarrass myself with you?" Shrade blinked, realizing that she had spilled the beer. "I swear you are just meant to see me in every kind of hideously hysterical moment."

Shrade tried to stay... aware of his surroundings but... the smell of a familiar and evil person... "Oh, look at the time I - and I'm sorry - but I'm gonna go... check out the inside of the place." He, regretfully, turned and went back inside. Just great... He found some stairs and began to explore.

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Marcey Parker

"Oh, look at the time I - and I'm sorry - but I'm gonna go... check out the inside of the place." He seriously just said that. Marcey felt her heart drop out of her chest, and she watched him leave her where she was standing. She knew she wouldn't have a chance like this again, and she stepped toward him in hopes he would stop for even a second. That's all she needed. Just a hint that he might feel the same way.

"Please just tell me you missed me as much as I missed you." The desperation in her voice rang out, but she realized her words were hardly audible. He didn't even hesitate, as he made his way back into the house. Marcey felt the tears swell in her eyes, and she ran over to the lake. She needed water. She took off her shoes swiftly, and climbed into the water, ducking her head under the water. If she couldn't feel herself cry, no one would be able to tell right? After awhile of screaming and thrashing around under water, she came back above the water, and found that it was boiling. Her head hurt, and she felt like she was just imagining it. She stood up, her clothes drenched, grabbed her shoes, and headed back to the back door.



Ayzlee Grace

Ayzlee woke up with a startle. She got out from under her covers, checked her braided hair in the mirror, and headed downstairs. She was surprised to see the house rather empty, except the guy who turned into a dog walking in shame. "Are you okay?" She called to him as he approached the stairs. "I don't like seeing people sad. Can I help you?" She grabbed his hand and smiled up at him. "I am sorry about my questions, it was just- I have never met someone like you. And you seemed less scary than the other girl." She laughed and hugged him. "It will all be okay, God's got your back. Just have faith!" She let go and ran into the kitchen, almost stepping on the other shifter. She climbed onto the counter, trying to be as quiet as possible. She grabbed a banana and sat staring at the girl. "Wanna 'nana?" She offered her banana, and then heard a noise at the back door.

Marcey stood right outside the door, drenched head to toe. "Why are you wet?" Ayzlee asked, Marcey looked at her with a not now look. "Have you been crying?" Ayzlee obviously didn't get it. "Oh- did you guys break u-" She finally caught onto the glare.

"Can I have a towel please? And we were never together." Ayzlee disappeared into the nearest closet and came back with a new towel. Marcey wrapped it around her, and carefully pulled off the wet clothing, avoiding to reveal herself. She stepped over to the porch rail, and hung up her clothes over the edge.

"Thanks," Ayzlee stood watching as Marcey walked directly past her and up the stairs into her room. "Since no one is hungry, I am going to sleep." She yelled down the stairs, and hollered a "Goodnight" right before closing her bedroom door behind her.

"Can they just kiss and make up." Ayzlee looked down, aggravated. With that, she walked down the stairs to the unknown. Adventure didn't kill the cat right? As soon as she stepped downstairs, she felt at peace. "Ah, it's so glorious down here. I can feel him." She smiled, taking in all of the spirit of God.

She turned around, realizing she wasn't alone. "Oh, hi there. You're the protector right?" She shook John's hand. "Pleased to meet your acquaintance." She smiled. Then she saw the other guy, the one who could just appear. Her smile faded, as she sensed a little recognition. "Have we met before today? I feel like I have seen you before." She kept from shaking his hand, but wouldn't move her eyes.

"So, uh, protector. Something must have really made Marcey mad, cuz she and that other guy seem really sad. Could you talk to her please? I don't like sad people. I promise I won't touch this stuff, God knows I won't." She pointed to the sky and crossed her heart. "And I don't lie."

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Oh, hi there. You're the protector right?" She shook John's hand. "Pleased to meet your acquaintance." She smiled. Then she saw the other guy, the one who could just appear. Her smile faded, as she sensed a little recognition. "Have we met before today? I feel like I have seen you before." She kept from shaking his hand, but wouldn't move her eyes.

"So, uh, protector. Something must have really made Marcey mad, cuz she and that other guy seem really sad. Could you talk to her please? I don't like sad people. I promise I won't touch this stuff, God knows I won't." She pointed to the sky and crossed her heart. "And I don't lie."


John sighed. He was never good with the mushy stuff, but he was better than Azrael. "Az, go pack up, you know what we're going to need."

And with that, John made his way upstairs to Marceys room, and knocked. "Hey, let me in."

"Go away." She countered.

"Marcey, you know I'm not going away. Just open the door. In case you were wondering, it's John."

He tried to door. Locked.

"I'm going to bed, goodnight."

"Jesus Marcey don't make me break my own god damn door."

"Good. Night"

"God damn it." He thought, as he took a steps back, and kicked her door in.

"I told you I wasn't going anywhere, what's wrong." He said as he sat on the edge of her bed.

She didn't respond.

"It's Shrade isn't it. You love him. Believe it or not, I do know how you feel. You don't know how he feels. I still have that problem every once in a while. The best you can do is ask him. What's the worst he's going to say, right? It's not going to kill you, as much as you think it might. Now me, I'm not allowed to love, even when I do. Believe me, don't bottle it, or you'll end up old and alone."

And with that, he made his way downstairs.

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Azrael made his way into the weapons room, and began packing. He had just finished when he smelled it. Phoenix. He was in one of their heads. Couldn't have been John, he had the brand, and Ayzlee was an angel. So it was one of the twins.

He quickly teleported to the main floor, and saw Kyra, balled on the floor. "Fuck." He made his way to her, rolled her on her back, and exasperated his image from her brain.
"Sit up." He forced her to sit up, as he got her some water.
"Drink."
"Don't listen to him. He'll turn you into something you're not." Not that she would trust him anyway, but trust didn't matter.
He touched her head, and ported her to the couch. She would need to rest, it was unlikely she was coming with them.

"John, let's go." He said as he appeared in the door frame of Marcey's room. John armed up, and asked if Kyra would be coming.
"No, she's had an encounter." He spoke like it wasn't a big deal.
"Azrael, what the fuck. You're staying with her, port me there, and then come back. I'll take care of our little demon problem, and you god damn well better keep her safe, or we're going to have a problem." John was upset, he wasn't even going to tell him. Oh man, this would be good for some stress relief. John armed himself with a crossbow, five silver bolts, five throwing knives, and a shortblade. He went downstairs, donned his robes, which were much nicer than his last set. They fit better, and they were even colored, royal blue. And they had spots for throwing knives, which was awesome.

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"Wait!" She jumped out of bed and ran over toward John, as he was putting his final touches together before he left. "I want to come."

His answer was simple. "No."

"Please John, I will stay out of the way and silent, you can do whatever you are doing, but please just let me come. I even learned some stuff." She saw the chance swell in her eyes, and she blinked her eyes, and they turned crystal blue.

"God damn it." he thought to himself.

"No, Marcey, no."

"Just in case something bad happens. You don't need to go alone."

She had got into his head. "Okay, but just because I want some company. Watch yourself." He knew this wasn't a good idea, but when was anything he did ever a good idea.

"I'm ready when you are."

"Azrael, lets go." He touched both of them, zapped them outside of an airplane hangar. He then zapped himself back to the house.

"Marcey, stay quiet, don't talk, and dont try to sneak up on them, they can smell us."

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"Azrael, being an Angel, how do you feel about Demons? And if I tell you something very... very important and need-to-be-kept-secret type of thing, would you promise not to tell anyone? Especially John."

Kyra knew she was taking a risk telling Azrael, an Angel, what type of blood really flowed through her veins, but hey, it already proved that it would be very difficult to keep the secret from him anyways. Feeling brave for asking him this, she hesitantly ventured even further. "A-and, if I asked you to.. Would you kill me?"


She was serious, and he couldn't lie.

"Well, their not all bad. Most of them are more interested in self-preservation. The one who visited you, that's Marquis Phoenix. I've worked with him before. He rebelled against his own. And as for telling me a secret, sure." This was heading in a bad direction.

"A-and, if I asked you to.. Would you kill me?"

"No. Your bloodline, means so much more than you could ever imagine."

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They slowly circled around the hangar, and made their way in through a window. John noticed a nameless, to their left. He stabbed it in the back, and John covered his mouth, to avoid the screaming. One down, four to go, then Baal. He slowly reached into his pocket, and handed Marcey a small silver dagger, and two throwing knives. "Stay against the wall, this is going to get ugly. Kill anything that comes towards you.

John walked into the center of the room, and shouted. "I'm right here, want some blood, COME GET IT." Two demons jumped out of the shadows, and ran at him. He heard a 3rd approaching from the rear. Once the one going for his back was close enough, john ducked, rolled to the side, stabbed his back, making sure his sword went through and through, and he kicked him at one that was immediately in front of him. The last one looked nervous. He swung. John let him hit, bringing his left hand up, and putting his blade through his temple. He looked back at Marcey, she had killed two. She looked hurt. He ran over to her, and told her to get outside, and pray to Azrael. "Tell him your name, and tell him you were with me."

He made his way back to the middle of the hangar, hearing clapping from the shadows.

"Mr. Kensworth, quite a show you just put on. now, for the real thing." Baal hopped out of the shadows, his eyes bright red. That made John wonder, most demons had blue eyes. Something wasn't right.

"That's right, my eyes. You sure do know your stuff. Now, I'm assuming you're wondering why I'm here."
He was getting cocky, he really thought he was going to win this fight.

"We're here, to begin the apocalypse. The earth will be cleansed. My kind will inherit the earth. And now, you die."

Baal reached into his back, and pulled out a sword. "Come on, you seriously didn't think I'd fight YOU unarmed."

John stared into his eyes. He was being deceitful. John heard a step from behind him, and he stuck his sword out. Bastard knew he wouldn't win in a fair fight.

Baal dropped behind him.

John looked into his eyes. "Never try and deceive the king of deception.".

"Az, get back here, I need a ride." And with that, he made his way outside. Azrael waited in the exact spot he left them at. Marcey was gone, which was good.

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Shrade Stryder

"She said she was going on an adventure. Why is your heart beating fast? Are you sad?" Ayzlee looked genuinely worried. "She will be okay." She hugged him, trying to make him stop worrying. "Anyway, I think I just heard her." Shrade was dumbstruck when she hugged him. Not really registering her last sentence he detached himself from her hug by gently removing her arms. "Okay-" He heard footsteps and turned to see...

Red-faced, Shrade averted his eyes until she pulled her shirt down.

"I got the message." She finally said, looking up to Shrade with heartbreak. "It couldn't have been more clear."

Shrade cleared his throat, "I don't know what you're talking about." He stood there, awkwardly, looking between Ayzlee and Marcey before he got it when he noticed how... heartbroken. "Oh! Um, well no, you see - that was - I didn't mean that!" Absolutely out of his element, Shrade just began making hand motions as if trying to explain something but stopped after he realized he probably looked stupid. "Okay! I just... really had to do check on somethin- A secret! That you can't know about... Yet."

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Marcey and Ayzlee

Marcey-

Marcey looked at Ayzlee with a give us a sec look. Ayzlee stood up, leaving the room with a simple, "I want another banana." Marcey looked down and then back up at Shrade once Ayzlee was gone.

"You see, I don't think you get it. We are all complicated. We all have lost someone or something, and I left Hawthorne and I thought I had lost you too. If you don't like, me then just tell me. That is fine, because me trying to figure it out won't fix anything, and I just really need to know Shrade. I fell in love with you four years ago. On a rooftop where I thought my world was falling out from under me. I have gone four years, worrying that you would be hurt, or killed." Her eyes had started watering, and she could hardly see through her tears, but none fell. "I just couldn't lose you! And you come back here and you can't even hold a conversation with me!" She was trying not to scream, finally admitting what was going through her head. "So please either just do something or walk away." A tear finally fell, and she quickly swiped it away.

Ayzlee Grace-

Marcey came walking into the room with her shirt almost over her head, and Ayzlee giggled at her and Shrade's face. "Your hair is messed up kiddo." Ayzlee let her hair down, and smiled up at the both of them. Something seemed off about Marcey. When she started talking to Shrade, Ayzlee knew it was time to leave.

"I want another banana." She said as she left the room, the air seeming a lot less tense in the rest of the house. She walked downstairs, and saw that the guy she didn't know was talking to the other shifter girl. "Where is John?" She looked around, noting his absence. "He left with Marcey and hasn't come back?"

She prayed silently to John, not knowing what it would accomplish. Oh John, where are you? Everything is so strange here. I wish I were where you are. She started singing as she made her way outside, but as soon as she opened the door, she realized she was in an empty room. She walked to the one door that was open, looked through it, and noticed that she was in something that looked like an old factory. Definitely not her new home.

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Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim

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Kyra Rye Shade

"That, was me. Some of my brothers aren't, how you would say, friendly. and I'm on their wanted list. And, as you know, John is very good with a blade. He saved my life several times. He talked about you, every single day we were on the battlefield. And no, he was not on a vacation, he was fighting a war."

Kyra was debating whether or not to slap Azrael for doing such a stupid, but fair thing...

"I've got to go."

"Lucky bastard," she muttered under her breath.

Feeling better from her trip to Silver hell - her new name for the weapon's room - she got to her feet and stretched.

More calm now than when she had arrived, Kyra began to search the cabinets for some food while musing over... what Azrael told her about John. So he lied after all, but for a... completely stupid reason. What? Did he think I would freak out? Panic? She hummed a tune, but not the type a normal woman would hum. It was a growling, grumbling, homey sound. A sound that befitted a tiger or wolf.

Finding no easy-to-make items, she thought of Marcey. "Marcey!" She shouted up the stairs. "I'm ready to take up your offer of cooking edible food that is actually good!"

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim

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John heard movement. Then he saw her. Ayzlee, inside. He sprinted through the doors, and grabbed her. "My god, you can't be here!"

"Az get the hell here NOW!" John raised his voice as he spoke, almost screaming by the end of his short prayer.

He was there in a flash, and ported the three of them home. "John, I need to speak with her, now." John set her down on the floor.

He was confused, how did she do that. How could she just, be there. Azrael would'nt have sent her, so, then what? Angel? Maybe, but she was so young. He made his way to the basement, and clicked his lever, opening a secret door. He had a feeling as though he was being watched, he ignored it. Once the door was shut, he wrote a short note, attached it to a pigeon, and removed four bricks from the back wall, revealing the outside. He needed to get word out, Washington had company.

Although he might've acted like he was here for no particular reason, it was all business. Thing were, beginning to happen. Violence, meaningless crimes, and corruption. They had originally thought it wasn't anything major, until they fount ocult witchcraft signs. Even regular witchcraft would've been beneath the Grandmasters pupil. He was the number one candidate for the mastery, once his predecessor passed. But, they came to find demonic summonings, and signs around the outskirts of town. John heard the news, once Syria was won, he came back. He felt a need to protect his friends, even though they clearly did not need his protection. In all honesty, he just wanted to see Kyra, Shrade, and Marcey alive. They were the only reason he was still himself. He began to write in his journal, he wasn't much of a journal guy, but each member of the assassins had to keep one past the age of 18. He finished his entry, and left the room.

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Character Portrait: John Kensworth Character Portrait: Kyra Rye Shade Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Ayzlee Grace Character Portrait: Azrael Seraphim Character Portrait: Shrade Stryder

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Ayzlee Grace

“My god, you can't be here!" He grabbed her quickly, Azrael appeared, and within seconds they were back in the house.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, I just thought it and it happened,and I was just there, and I just- I just” She started tearing up. “What just happened? Why were there so many dead people?” She was disgusted. “Some protector you are.” She took off up the stairs, and heard someone screaming for Marcey.

She passed Marcey’s room and stepped inside to tell her that someone needed her.

“I know.” Marcey spat back. Ayzlee went to her room and sat down on her bed, holding her cross necklace close to her heart. She began to pray silently. What is happening, Father? I am scared. I don’t understand these people, or these concepts, and I just did something that isn’t possible. Is it? Please just, talk to me? Silence.

Ayzlee pulled her knees to her chest and wept.

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Character Portrait: Marcey Parker Character Portrait: Shrade Stryder

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Shrade Stryder

"You see, I don't think you get it. We are all complicated. We all have lost someone or something, and I left Hawthorne and I thought I had lost you too. If you don't like, me then just tell me. That is fine, because me trying to figure it out won't fix anything, and I just really need to know Shrade. I fell in love with you four years ago. On a rooftop where I thought my world was falling out from under me. I have gone four years, worrying that you would be hurt, or killed."

"I just couldn't lose you! And you come back here and you can't even hold a conversation with me!" She was trying not to scream, finally admitting what was going through her head. "So please either just do something or walk away."


Shrade was backed into a corner, and he knew it. On one hand, he wanted to kiss Marcey and apologize, but at the same time, he just couldn't lead her on like that. She had to know the truth but, he couldn't tell her, or at least not yet. She would freak out.

Yeah, telling a potential girlfriend that sooner or later, I'd be given the choice between Good and Evil, and I'd most likely choose the bad because the bad is practically bred into me, is not such a good idea.

He fidgeted before nervously looking at Marcey's face and the open door. Maybe a quick escape is best.

Shrade was entirely ready to lunge out the door when he closed his eyes and sighed, "Marcey." He sat on the bed, and put his face in his hands. He didn't want to be there just then. He wanted to be anywhere else but there right now. "I am very tired, and as much as I want to kiss you right now, I can't." The want to leave became intense, as he looked up at her and hung his head in shame.

Without himself knowing, Shrade's eyes had turned an electric blue just as the urge to leave the room intensified twofold. A crack of energy sliced through the room seeming to go right through Shrade. He yelped just as the energy went through him, and coalesced, seeming to have taken Shrade with it as dissipated.

With a sound akin to thunder, an electric blue oval opened just inches below the ceiling of the basement. Shrade fell right out of the the oval and landed heavily on the mat floor. Dazed, Shrade rolled onto his back, a look of pain shooting across his face. "Aw, hell. Not again."