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Marquel Samuel Eva Hale

Only those who deserve to die are the murders themselves.

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a character in “The Curse of Magic”, as played by TemplarWarden

Description

- Name: Marquel Samuel Eva Hale

- Nickname: Reverend

- Age: Eighteen

- Gender: Male

- Looks:
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At 5'11" Marquel is taller then his bulk can contend with. Although a little on the skinny side he doesn't appear weak. His demeanor is strong and unwelcoming, with solid shoulders and stiff backbone. His movement shows someone in complete synchronized control of his body. His skin is lightly tanned, appear smooth and clean at first. Yet at a closer inspection one would spot the small scars and grazes adorning his features and the rough working hands. His sharp features are usually set solid, perpetually frowning. There is no kindness in his thin, pressed lips and piercing grey eyes. He keeps himself decently smartly dressed, generally wearing formal, uptight clothing that has long since been ruined. He doesn't allow dirt to accumulate or the growth of stubble. Even his hair is kept neatly and trimmed when he can manage it. Most of all he is convincingly superior, giving all the right impressions to avoid suspicion.

- Magical abilities:
Marquel came of his magical age six months past his fifteenth birthday. While he has a decent knowledge he has little ability to cast any spells himself.
Marquel takes after his mother in several ways, one is her innate magical trait. Reverend bears an unnatural grace and strength beyond appearances. He is far more coordinated, controlled and balanced then normal humans. Almost cat-like in agility, poise and lithe power. His senses are more highly attuned and with higher reaction speed to cope with the information.

- Personality/History:
Marquel was of magical descent on his mother's side, who was an failing ballet dancer turned exotic by unfortunate circumstances. In a status jump his father was an upper class, favored son who knew Jacqueline before her dip from professionalism. She was herself an orphan and while the Hale family frowned on the marriage they didn't cut connection with the son, although favoritism was moved to the second-in-line. The truth of Jacqueline's nature was revealed to James less then a year into the marriage and roughly a year before her kind was revealed to the world. When the world started to go insane around them James made care that the truth about his wife and son was concealed to the world that would hunt them. While he had a formal upbringing James became even more strict and rigid, careful about guidelines and rules to keep the family safe and hidden. Marquel grew up in a mixed life. Obeying his father's influence and all the uptight airs related. yet living in the lower class areas of the city give the boy an outlet to politely rebel and experience the opposite life.

This second world the one that shaped his life most. He lived through the tooth and claw childhood with more then a few bad encounters. His father had taught him to value all life and he never succumbed to the uneducated hate of his environment, never being a part of the gangs who would hunt down 'witches'. At the age of eleven, when his parents felt he was responsible enough they revealed the truth to him. From that date he became far more cautious then his father had taught him to be, avoiding arousing any suspicion. He knew what happened to people who were accused of being magic users. Lucky his family never remained in one area for long and moved often so that people never noticed his change. In time he became quietly active opposing the anti-magic population. There were enough youth with open minds. He himself let his opinions, passed on from his father be shared. A nickname he acquired, both mocking and respectful, was Priest. The movement actually gained an amount of support, having an influence on the community as a whole. Within the group people privately shared their nature as magic born, while outside magic families engaged with each other in that knowledge. Marquel kept himself hidden though, not revealing a word to even his trusted friends.

He had enemies, people who just disliked and vehemently opposed his ideas. In the end they became one and the same. Just after his fifteenth birthday, before his magic unveiled itself, someone targeted his family. He returned home one day to find his house broken into, looted and his parents missing. After several days investigation by the police they found the bodies dumped, yet no further investigation was carried out. They were just more victims of the hatred overtaking the world. While his father's family were reluctant to take custody of him the didn't need to. He disappeared, having snapped. For all the work and all the change that the three of them had brought about they had still been mindlessly killed. He doubted that the murderers even cared if the victims were truly magic users or not. Certainly no one who claimed to care for his family or the law spoke out, full of fear or reluctance. The youth movement broke up and the area returned to how it once was, nothing having changed. It filled Marquel with anger a determination to make a true difference. On the outside he took on a cold, unreal persona while revenge smoldered beneath. He perverted his father's teachings, all life was valuable and those who took that life without cause were less than human. Their death was a way of protecting those who would suffer at their hands. There was also a desire to prove himself, all the change that he had wrought had come to nothing. Guilt festered too, the knowledge that it was his open actions that let to the attack against his family. Bitter and heartless he set out as a vigilante, first gathering a small gang to himself and underhandedly targeting those who spoke out against magic. The gang was just a tool and he led convincingly enough that none of them realized the truth reasoning behind his actions. He began to call himself Reverend, as a play on a character from The Crucible that shared his name. He found the name darkly ironic and kept it as he moved out of the area to a new beginning at sixteen.

The first kill came less then a year later, he hunted down a man who was almost certainly responsible for the lynching of a local family. A knife in the back ion a dark street and something was unlocked within the boy. He broke out of a harsh isolation, returning to the semblance of a human. He had a just purpose and although he was still as cold he was no longer unfeeling. Able to relate with others and fit into society once again. It was during this time that he attempted to restart his pro-magic movement. Despite being a naturally influential leader he was an outsider therefore an easy target. It was while escaping from hunters that he met up with Samantha. Something about her group made him stick, possibly because he needed stability and people to call his friends. Until that time he had been living on his wits and even grown a slight resentment towards magic for what it had caused. So while he was curious as to the aspect of his life, only wanting to know how he could use it as a weapon to protect others. In the group he is a little bit of a lone wolf, standing apart and not trusting his fellows with too much. Indeed he has caused problems for them due to his personal crusade, yet very little is on his mind above the safety of his fellow magicians.

So begins...

Marquel Samuel Eva Hale's Story

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The sound of a car was what called Sam's attention back to matters at hand, and she looked around, calming once she saw who was behind the wheel. However, that only lasted for about a second, as she realized that London was nowhere in sight. What had happened? she wondered, worry sticking its ugly head out. Then got up just as Marqel stopped the car, got out and started walking towards her. She watched the man, his smooth strides graceful as always. Marquel was... well, she didn't entirely know what he was, except he was a wizard, but with subtle powers and a shielded heart. He never showed much emotion, so he appeared cold. She knew he wasn't all ice, however. Like most others, Marquel had a soft core.

When he stopped next to her, Marquel spoke, immediately getting to the point. He tended to be that way... direct. His words made Sam frown, but she nodded when he said they had to get moving. It explained why she didn't see London, but what had happened? She was just about to ask him, when he started himself. Sometimes you had to love the little things people did. Sam listened, eerily aware of her surroundings... little movements, sounds, even though she knew Marquel would pick up on them before her. It was a hard habit to break... besides, Marquel wasn't always there. She smiled at little when he told her he'd taken the contents of the shooter's wallet... how crooked their lives had made them. And stealing from a dead man was the least of it. Hell, Marquel had killed the guy himself, she had no doubt, even if he didn't actually say the words.

When he started talking of the police and why they were in a hurry, Sam sighed... a deep, tired sigh. One she would normally never have uttered, but she supposed Marquel could handle seeing a bit of weakness in her. Hell, everyone had today, anyway. Due to the idiot still inside. She knew he couldn't possibly have known how out of it she'd been, but he hadn't even cared to ask. He'd been to busy with his own agenda. He was being practical, she knew that... but it had still hurt. Marquel's next question made her go visibly rigid, "What happened here? Something to do with Luke?" Sam took a deep breath, looking towards the car with London in the backseat, calming herself enough to answer Marquel's question. It wouldn't do that she freaked out now. They had things to do, places to go. She rubbed the back of her neck, gaze once more on Marquel, blue meeting grey. She could tell he was angry... probably annoyed, frustrated... with Marquel, it always showed itself as anger. It was like every emotion the guy had just automatically turned into a simpler one.

"No... not Luke. Luke's calmed down. Kato's with him. I already asked them to pack their bags. Artemis won't be coming with us - he woke up, by the way. He's going to make a trail to take the hunters off of our backs. Then he'll apparently find us afterwards... even though none of us know where we're going." She couldn't help a short, bitter laugh, looking towards the car again. "How bad is it?" She then asked, covering up her short show of emotion, except for a shimmer of worry in her voice, "London I mean... do we need a hospital? Medical equipment of some sort? Once she wakes up, she'll heal herself, but until then..." Sam's voice trailed of, but she knew Marquel would fill in the blanks; until then, she'll be a burden... she didn't like saying the words. She'd never leave London behind... not unless she had very good cause, but she was still a burden at this moment, however awful it sounded.

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Sam had listened to Marquel's words, not really saying anything. Honestly, they'd been around eachother enough for him to know she was on the same page as him, without words. In stead she presented him with a nod and glanced at the car with London in it for a little while, before following him inside. She almost bumped into Kato, but gave him a slight smile, just that little, familiar upward turning of her lips. It didn't reach her eyes... not by a long shot. Then she looked up to find Luke walking behind the smaller man.

"whatever action I take can lead to hundred different paths which in turn can lead to a hundred hundred more paths... knowing this how can I simply make a choice?" She heard the words, realizing Luke was conversing with himself, but she couldn't merely ignore him this time. In stead, she sighed softly and gently took his hand in her's. "Luke?" she said, fighting to keep everything but calm out of her voice. She needed to focus on the kid in need for just a second, then she could return to her girly whining, however much she might hate the idea. "Choices are what you make them out to be," she reasoned, catching his gaze, her eyes friendly and calm. "We all make choices, we all make mistakes, and we all have to live with that. Don't feel like you need to take any action at this moment. You just woke up, and you look positively starved. We have little to give, but I will do everything I can to find you some food, all I have for now though, is water," she said, taking out the small bottle she always kept in her pocket, and handed it to him. "I promise, I will find a way to help you." she then finished, giving his hand a gentle pad before letting go.

Then, without looking at Luke again, she walked to her things, which were uncomfortably close to Artemis. She managed though, ignoring him besides a little glance once in a while. They weren't friendly, more like tiny glares, but it was all she could do now. She vaguely noticed how much the man was in his own world, even when Marquel tried to reason with him. It appeared he didn't really register the other's presence, but she supposed he didn't want to. She gave Marquel a little thankful smile, knowing he'd understand her meaning. Artemis was just standing there, against that damn pillar. It made her furious all over again... he still couldn't stand, yet he wanted to stay. The arrogance and foolishness of the whole thing irritated her to no end. He should know better.

She finished packing, no saying another word, until she stood and turned only to find that Artemis was right there. Apparently he'd moved. When he reached out for her hand, she let him have it. Not because she forgave him, but because she was helpless not to. He could turn her to butter when he wanted to, and he knew it. She had to give him a chance to talk... perhaps explain himself. Her thought were cut off when he put a small piece of paper in her hand, and she frowned, feeling him move her hand into a fist. What's this all about now? she wondered, as he started speaking; “I’ll find you guys here… hopefully…” he said, and as he started letting go of her hand, she felt a little breathless, a weight settling on her heart, so in stead of letting him... she held on, still not uttering a single word. He would understand. But she was starting to figure out what the paper was all about... "Here" he'd said... so the note would have to be an address of some sort. Since when did they ever have specific destinations? She didn't have time to ponder it further, because Artemis spoke once more:

“Though, after this, I wouldn’t blame you if you weren’t there… just keep these guys safe Sam, too many of us have died…” She cleared her throat slightly, feeling tears pushing on and she turned her head slightly, taking a deep breath to collect herself before looking at him once more. They looked at eachother for a while, apparently both out words, her eyes warm, but she knew... also ful of hurt. Unfortunately, they were also out of time, though. So even as Sam would've liked nothing more than to stay, figure things out with Artemis and forget about the rest of the world, she couldn't. Just as she was ready to speak, however, he did. Uttering two final words... two parting words the only way he knew how. 'Goodbye' or *see you in a bit' were just... not fitting. Nothing really fit.

Sam looked down at the ground for about a second, before meeting his beautiful eyes for maybe the last time. Her heart was pounding heavily in her chest, her eyes were glazing with unshed tears, and her breath was so unsure of itself, she almost felt like kicking her own stomach, just to set things straight. In stead, Sam, overcome with another of those bowls of feelings she'd had way too much of lately, took her hand from his, only to put her arms around his neck, pulling herself close to him, though gently, knowing he was still week. "I need you," she whispered softly, and just a tad shaky too, in his ear, burying the tears she could no longer keep from flowing in the crook of his neck, hiding them from anyone but him. "Please come back to me," she then added, not able to say anymore. It was all she needed him to hear in this instant. She had questions, many questions, but this wasn't the time. This was a time for goodbyes, though hopefully not for long.

Then Sam gathered herself, drying her tears off in her sleeve and standing on her tippy-toes, she softly brushed her lips against his, telling him she'd wait for him. "One week," she said, aware that he knew it was her time-limit. One week was all she could give him at this point. She wasn't sure she could even stay that long, but she'd fight to. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself from him, clutching the note in her hand as she picked up her bag and walked outside with the others, ready to leave.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Chastity Veselion Character Portrait: Marquel Samuel Eva Hale Character Portrait: Angel Kato Kijirin Character Portrait: London Harper Reid Character Portrait: Luke Character Portrait: Artemis Maximus
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Marquel's grey eyes shot daggers at Artemis for a moment, a small unveiling of the anger within. The man may be older thea him, more experienced and altogether better than him but there was no excuse. He could have said at least a word. The small moment passed and Marquel stepped towards the door, stopping at the entrance and looking back. Once again his features were almost blank as he listened to the exchange between the lovers. He didn't watch, they deserved that much privacy, his eyes were fixed on the wall across the open portal. His attention was fixed on the exchange, listening to every word. There was still tenderness in their voices, several years of relationship couldn't be destroyed so easily it seemed. Love, in a way it was beautiful yet so fraught with complications and intricacies that no one in their position should intentionally pursue it. Marquel was not one to allow emotions to take hold, they only caused problems. He felt a pang of sadness, a small sliver of feeling; Perhaps one day he could pursue the fullness of life he abandoned. Perhaps one day they would all be safe to live. On that day he would gladly allow those quenched emotions back in.

He looked back over the couple when he heard soft footsteps, standing upright and aside as Sam walked outside where Kato and Luke had already assembled. Yet he didn't follow her outside immediately. Instead his gaze remained facing the direction she had come, and Artemis standing alone. Marquel didn't need to read the other's features to at least understand what was going through his thoughts at least a little. Sadness, determination, anger and perhaps guilt. Marquel could only guess but he was generally good at that. Would Artemis hold to the deadline? If he blamed himself for something then there was a chance, Samantha's words may drive him away more in a effort to protect her. There was a small thud as Marquel dropped a pair of bags, marching towards Artemis. In a fast, sudden movement he pushed in close, grabbing the other's shirt. He was careful, he had the advantage of Artemis's weakness but Marquel's should stung from the exertion. Grey eyes locked on to his target's and anger on his features in an almost alien way for the usually cloistered boy.
"Listen this time!" He hissed, words next to silent and loaded with venom. "I don't know why you think going your own way will help us at all! Sam won't abandon you and she won't abandon us. Don't make her choose." Every syllable he spoke was determined and convicted, even if he missed the truth of events between the two. "In the end you can do more for her then we can ever hope. She needs you!" He emphasized his words with releasing his elder, carefully to accommodate Artemis's weakness. Yet Marquel hadn't finished. "One week. You WILL find her after the one week or god help you!" The Reverend stepped back after to fulfilling his nickname. A hand dropped to his waist, pulling out the shiny shape of a old-fashioned revolver. The weapon he recovered from the earlier assailant, loaded with only five of its six bullets. he pushed it into Artemis's hand without a word. The last traces of anger dropped from his visage and he turned back unceremoniously.

Marquel's steady, uptight gait seemed unaffected by the recent situation. As he stooped to pick up the bags he abandoned at the doorway he seemed the same as ever. It was a relief for him to release his anger like that, all he did was assist to punch home what Samantha said. If Artemis didn't respond to her Marquel doubted all that he said would change the man's mind. He could only hope that Artemis would return to them in a week's time. If he didn't Marquel worried about what affect that would have on Samantha, could she continue on with the same strength she used to if her other half was snatched away. He kept his mind of the subject, they would know in seven day's time. For now he focused on moving on with the others. He caught up with them down b the car, the keys were still in the ignition and he gave no suggestion that he would drive. His gaze was drawn to London in the back seat and he spoke his concern out loud.
"Do we leave London there or move her to the trunk?" He asked generally. The car's rear was big enough to accommodate London's prone form and possibly more securely then her precarious position on the seats. It also meant it would easier for someone to actually accompany her during the trip.

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Samantha had stopped next to the car, her petite form leaning against tha door of the driver’s seat as she watched her group. She was waiting for Marquel, really. For some reason he was taking a while, which was a little unusual. Marquel wasn’t one to linger… none of them were, really. She had yet to look at the note Artemis had given her, because… well, she didn’t quite know why she hadn’t just unfolded the little slip and read it, but somehow it felt a bit too real… like she was letting go of Artemis by letting go of the note. Silly, true, but it was what it was. She would look at it once they got in the car, and thinking of the car, her mind wandered, along with her gaze, to the unconscious girl in the backseat. She’d have to do something about that… didn’t know what, but she was certain she couldn’t let London stay where she was. It was too unstable, and she took up room.

The flash of light startled her and her body instantly straightened just as her head whipped around to determine the direction from which the brightness had come. Of course Sam recognized it as one of Artemis’ warning seals, though she could tell it was still a while off, but that only made things worse. It meant they were running out of time, and they desperately needed to get moving. She only just took one step towards the warehouse when she spotted Marquel stepping outside, and stopped in her tracks. Good, so she wouldn’t have to urge him on. Her relief, however, was shortsighted and she honestly didn’t have time to deal with that anyway. Relief, like many other emotions, was a waste of time, and it was so often beat down in no time, anyways. She nodded at Marquel, expressionless as he made his way to her and the others.

Upon hearing his words, she almost smiled, gratified that Marquel had thought of the trunk. Of course. The car was big, and so was the trunk. Big enough for bags, London and another… Kato, she decided in the next instant. She didn’t want to leave London back there alone, in case she woke up in a daze, and Kato would not only fit by size, but also by personality. He was gentle of nature, and he probably wouldn’t mind a little solitude… albeit it was with an unconscious London, it was the best he’d have had in weeks. She made no facial-expression as her eyes fell on her companions one by one. She didn’t take her time, because honestly… she was a bit short on that particular product, but she did want to make damn sure that everyone was looking at her. Once she determined that, she glanced at the car and spoke.

“We’ll move London to the trunk, although I do not want her to be alone in case she wakes up, so Kato… you’ll have to join her,” she said, looking at the boy when she spoke his name, “Luke, you’ll have the backseat to yourself, and Marquel,” she added, gaze on Luke, next on Marquel, “I’m going to need someone to help me look out for trouble, as well as keep me awake when I’ve driven for about 10 hours, so I’d like having you next to me. So yes, I’ll be doing the driving. And guys, I know this is a lot of drama on top of us all trying to stay alive, but I need everyone to stay alert and hurry up. I’m hoping London will wake up soon, to take care of that arm, Marquel.” She said, glancing at his graced shoulder. “Otherwise, we will need to stop by and apothecary along with a grocery-store. Everyone could use some food by one, I’m assuming.” She spoke fast, but they were used to that from her. She never really did spend a lot of time speaking, when they could spend time getting away from danger.

Thinking of danger, her thoughts made another attempt of reaching Artemis, but she put a mental lid on them and took a deep breath, before walking to the trunk of the car, opening it. “C’mon… help me get London in here. Carefully.

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Once London was safely tucked away in the trunk with Kato, everyone else got in. Sam took the keys from Marquel, glanced back at the warehouse one last time and put the keys on the ignition. In that exact second, another bright light made an appearance, but this time Sam wasn’t surprised. Several gunshots managed to catch her immediate attention though… they were too close; the sounds were way too close by. It had been a long time since they’d last come into contact with the hunters, mostly because Sam had managed to get them out of there before the hunters made an appearance, but all of this drama had delayed the group, and… oh god, Artemis was still in there. The thought made Sam freeze for just a second, breath caught in her throat, before she somehow managed to keep moving, and turned the key, getting the car moving.

Sam didn’t speak, though her insides were in turmoil. She glanced behind her, but saw no hunters, which somehow reassured her. Artemis had made his decision… she couldn’t go back for him now, so instead Sam, knowing she had no other choice, unfolded the paper he’d given her to take a quick look before she started driving… fast. Away from the warehouse, and away from Artemis, gunshots still ringing out behind her. It made her draw in another breath, glancing at Marquel after about five minutes of driving. “How far away were they? Could you tell?” Marquel’s hearing was excellent… supernatural, to be truthful, so she assumed he’d know… or at least have a qualified guess as to the destination.

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(OOC: left it up to you guys to decide who helped get London in the trunk, though I’m assuming it’d be Marquel and Kato, as I didn’t want to godmod too much, but still had to get them on the road. ^^ I know a lot of things happen, but I think it was pretty necessary at this point.)

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Marquel didn't particularly need Kato's help relocating London, but it was a welcome gesture. Ultimately he had managed to maneuver her body into that position alone so he could excavate her alone. He left London under Kato's care, almost reluctantly. He personally felt that he could have taken that tasking himself, he had been the one who had been with her before she hit her head so it could be more comforting if he had been there when she awoke. Additionally he had not caught the approach of the assailant, so in a way her condition was a result of his actions. He didn't bare any guilt thought, there was nothing he had done wrong to endanger her life. Yet Sam had invited him to ride shotgun and her reasoning was better. Artemis's request was brought to mind. The safety of the group had always been a effort from all of them, particularly Samantha. With Artemis gone however, the share of the burden on the members of their family increased. There was only so much Sam could shoulder, Marquel felt the rest fall to him. While he wasn't the oldest among them he felt that in a way he was the most capable. In a way his ruthlessness would give him the edge to protect compared to London or Kato. He never quite labelled it as 'ruthlessness' though.

He moved quickly to take the passenger seat once everything was secure. The flare of the warning seal was obvious to them all and he wasted no time. Keeping his eyes fixed on the direction the light had sourced from. They were on the run once again, half of Marquel itched to remain and end the mindless violence the hunters aimed to achieve. However, common sense prevailed. They had always run and none of the others shared his desire to fight. As long as the others had to option to move on and survive he would go with them. In a way killing the hunters would only ignite more hate and bring more pursuers. He responded to Sam's worried request as the station wagon returned towards the sealed road.
"A decent distance." He replied diplomatically, no inference of fear or emotion in his voice. "By the time they reach the building we all should be long gone."
He hoped to reassure Sam with that statement. Unless Artemis had remained in their hideout the man should be well prepared for the arrival of the humans. Of course his intention was to lead them away from Marquel and the others so perhaps he would show himself. The cold boy couldn't help but hope the older man wouldn't do so, for all their sakes. Five bullets in the weapon left behind and a series of doubtful magics at his command, Marquel felt that Artemis was under-prepared. Hale couldn't trust the abilities of magic that had more often then not failed the wizards of the world.

Luke's timid voice appeared from the back seat, providing seemingly accurate information. Yet Marquel disagreed with the boy's deduction. He didn't know what senses the newcomer was utilising but there was no evidence to his words. Over the roar of the car's engine Marquel himself couldn't discern the exact distance of the gunshots. Although he doubted that they would attempt to cordon off the area, it would mean they had known the group's position before hand. If that was the case Marquel would've noticed and more of Artemis's seals would have gone off. Marquel turned and sent a cold glance towards the boy, hoping to silence him. They didn't need conflicting messages, it would be better to rely on his own senses then the obscure information produced by a unreliable source. He didn't completely discard Luke's comments but neither allowed them to sway the Reverend's decision. Taking his eyes from the rough world passing outside Marquel checked the twelve rounds left in his handgun. That was enough, any further ammunition was in his bag but two shots didn't properly warrant a reload. After the reassurance of the weapon Marquel looked back, checking Kato's and Luke's condition. Already they were nearly on the sealed road and the pursuers were far enough behind. Yet the young man caught the look in Luke's eyes, the boy hadn't yet accustomed himself to hiding and suppressing his feelings as the others had done. It was only a matter of time, running and fighting for your survival would harden anyone. Those that gave in to their emotions in a time of stress were more often the ones who couldn't achieve what was needed. Yet Marquel wasn't ready to give up hope on Luke's fear yet, the boy was in the same boat as them.
”Luke, we're gone. The won't be able to catch us once where on the road.” He hoped his reassurance got through, there was still no stir of emotion in the Reverend's voice. He couldn't help but wonder how the hunters in each area found them again and again, it was almost suspiciously like they could detect any form of magic.

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Sam nodded quietly to Marquel's reply. She trusted the man with her life, and so she always had absolute faith in his evaluations. If someone could get it accurate, it would be Marquel with his heightened senses and unbiased observational skills. He had proven himself time and time again, so she was not about to doubt him now. She gave him a sideways glance and a weak smile of appreciation. He had provided relief, something she really needed right now, however weak it might be; it still told her nothing of Artemis, but she hadn't really expected it to. She could only hope she would see him again in a week's time. Or maybe even before them. A slight gust of air passed the young woman's lips as she refocused he eyes on the road, shoulder visibly relaxing as she slowed them down enough to only not cross the speed limit. They couldn't afford to be pulled over. Sam might have her driver's licence, but the car was stolen, and their overall condition would be a dead give-away.

Sam's breathing had finally evened out when Luke spoke up. Her lips twitched slightly at his words and she glanced at him through the rear-view mirror. She had no clue if she could trust him, she had no idea whether his words were accurate, and she wasn't one to trust words of a complete stranger. At the same time it made her doubt what his magical abilities were. He'd talked a lot about time; both present, past ad future. Perhaps the boy's powers weren't all that different from her premonitions. Although , she had a feeling his gift was there all the time, not just in little flashes, and that it was quite worse than hers, considering how it gave him glimpses of... well, pretty much everything. Who wouldn't go mad from that? Not being able to tell past from present, or future. It made her sympathize with the boy. If his words were accurate, then they were in troube. Or, rather... Artemis was in trouble. Then again, he had wanted their attention and she couldn't make herself feel sorry for him. She worried, yes, and she feared for his safety like crazy, but she did not feel sorry. He had chosen his won path. She really needed to stop thinking of him all the time.

She was brought back into reality when Marquel spoke again, reassuring the young man on the backseat. It made Sam smile slightly, because it meant Marquel was growing to accept Luke, or he wouldn't bother. She was aware that he was just as ready as her to dump him the second he became a problem, but still... it was nice to hear. Of course, the reverend was never one to be all soft and caring; his voice carried no emotions. In time, however, you came to appreciate his little shows of affection, so she'd learned to be thankful for the minor things with the reverend. He was just that kind of guy, not that she minded. Sam herself wasn't usually the expressive kind, although she had showed her emotions more than she would've liked today. She had herself under control now, though, which was nice. Or, at least her exterior was under control.

She glanced at Marquel once more, mouthing a slight "thank you" without actually wording it. She didn't need the others to hear. She figured Kato would be asleep by now with London, and Luke looked all troubled, fidgety even. It worried her a little; made her wonder what was going on in that head of his. "He's right, Luke," she said calmly, her voice soft yet without actual emotion. "Everything's under control." Really she had no clue, but Marquel had a knack for these sort of things, and she had a feeling Luke would be more ready to listen to her than Marquel, so she felt like she needed to back up his statement. She turned a corner, catching sigh of a sign up ahead telling her that she could speed things up a notch. She almost smiled. Almost. However, she couldn't help being worried by how far she was from Artemis now. They hadn't been parted in years, and now they were suddenly away from eachother. It was weird.

The woman glanced at Marquel again, "how's your shoulder?" She asked him, worried. She would be pulling in at the first apothecary she saw if Marquel' wound was critical. If not, it could wait. They didn't really have time to waste yet; they needed to get further ahead. However, she cared about Marquel a lot, and she wouldn't have him hurting. They could, if absolutely necessary find the time for a little pitstop soon. Food was also something they critically needed, but it would have to wait even more. They had no money, which meant they'd have to steal. Not that she had issues with that, but she honestly didn't need the extra attention. That would only bring cops on top of hunters. There was only so much she could handle just now.