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Samantha Chastity Veselion

"The world's a nasty place... deal with it."

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

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- Name: Samantha Chastity Veselion Image

- Nickname: Sam or Sammy, but only a few select people get to call her the latter

- Age: 21

- Gender: Female

- Looks: Sam has lightbrown hair that flows in elegant waves until the middle of her back. Her eyes are usually a beautiful, clear blue, but when she's using magic they will turn a captivatingly golden-hued green. She's a whopping 5.3 ft (about 161,5 cm), with a body some would call just a tad too skinny. She's not skin and bones, but she's not exactly lusciously curvy either, though she does have some shape. Despite her frail built, Sam is quite athletic... well, okay, let's be honest... most of her exercise comes from running for her life, but you know... details, details. She's one of those annoying people who can eat whatever she wants and not gain a pound, and she has several tattoos; one's a simple, black pentagram on the inside of her wrist - this will glow slightly when she gets a vision. Another is an orchid on her left shoulderblade, accompanied by the words "never give up hope" written below it in Latin. Again, there is no colour. Her last tattoo is on her right calve and depicts a curly vine.
Whenever Sam smiles, which in itself is rare, the cutest dimples will be seen, making her look so innocent you can almost believe that she is. She always wears skin-tight jeans and some sort of top, usually nothing fancy. She never wears jewelry as they can get caught on stuff when she's running.. well, except for the thin silver ring her mother once gave her. This, she wears at all times. She feels like it keeps her mother with her, and that if she takes it off, it's like letting go of her entire family.
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- Magical abilities: Sam has the gift of foresight and will therefore always know when the group is forced to pick up and move... again. Also, she's able to freeze people, meaning she can stop the actions of anyone who isn't a witch or a wizard (witches and wizards can't freeze). Her third ability is that of mindreading, though it tends to drive her crazy, so unless she absolutely has to, she will not use that power. Besides that, Sam has powers of telekinesis, meaning she can move objects with only a thought.

- Personality/History: Sam was born into your average family, her mother being a kindergarten teacher, her father an accountant. They lived quiet lives in a small town in LA, hiding from the public's mean eye, until Sam's powers, very unexpectedly came to, two years before they were meant to. Scared for their lives, as they had not been prepared for such a thing, Sam's parents packed up and dragged Sam with them to England, where they'd heard the persecution of witches was not quite as bad. They were wrong, however. The neighbors, often hearing strange noises like things breaking, due to Sam having trouble controlling her power of telekinesis, contacted the police. Sam's foresight came to their rescue, which was lucky, because she'd still not quite mastered that either.

The next three years of Sam's life was a mess. While being taught magic and control of her gifts, she moved around a lot, going from place to place in search of somewhere she and her parents would finally know peace. This never happened, though. While staying in France, a suspicious witch-hunter had sought out the family who'd moved into the very secluded farm no one had wanted, thinking that they were practicing their vile magics there. Sam's parents didn't - they thought it too dangerous, but they couldn't exactly tell their daughter to do that. Especially with her ability to read minds driving everyone crazy.

They moved again, but the witch-hunter had followed, and along with three others, he tracked them down. Sam, being 18 now, had dared a car-ride to the city to pick up some groceries. It was her first trip out alone, and she'd been nervous and scared, but she'd made it through the day, relieved that someone hadn't yelled out "witch!" at any point. Any positive feelings were however beat down, when she came home to find her parents shot and hanged.

She'd run, only bringing her most necessary belonging in a rucksack, but she hadn't cried. That day, the world change massively for Sam. She was now alone, on her own and scared, but she quickly learned that to survive, she'd have to use every trick she knew. She trusted no one, killed anyone who got in her way, asked nothing of anyone and kept on moving, form country to country, one shadow to the next... until she met (inset boyfriend's name here).

As the following years went by, Sam's powers only got stronger, and her control of them better, and her confidence in herself more pronounced.

Samantha is a tough girl. She's not afraid to make the hard decisions, and she will cut you loose if you stand in her way. She's a force to be reckoned with, and you will not live to see your next sunset if you anger her. Though Sam has a temper, she's also had to learn to control it, as her telekinesis run a little amok when she's angered - not very handy if you're in the middle of a group of people. Sam's also quite streetsmart, and yes.. she is a little bit of a dominating person. But then again, someone has to be. The leader of the group, Sam runs the show efficiently and will not stand for anyone causing deliberate trouble that'll delay her or otherwise be a stick in her wheels, though she's very patient when teaching.

She's also very protective of the group, taking care to make sure everyone's okay at all times, not hesitating to come to the rescue if someone's in a bit of trouble. This is one of the few things that show Sam's inner soft side, aside from her patience during teaching.

So begins...

Samantha Chastity Veselion's Story

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Kayl could feel Artemis' blood in his hair, making the normally white strands stiff and spiked scarlet. Frowning as he felt other people's emotions battering his calm, Kato sat up. First thing's first, he located where the worst emotional energy was coming from and winced as some of it leaked through his mental 'dam.' Biting his bottom lip, Kato walked over to Luke cautiously and reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a strip of cloth he'd been carrying just in case. Kneeling down in front of the boy that was cowering in the corner, he carefully began wiping away the blood on Luke's face with the cloth, being careful to avoid any skin-to-skin contact. He was occupied enough between the wall that was keeping his power mostly at bay and wiping the blood from his newly awaken comrade's face that he hadn't really noticed Luke whispering, and if he had he hadn't been able to make sense of any of it. However, he could hear Artemis' saying that he was staying behind but that he would catch up.

"Artemis, you idiot. You know what you staying back is going to do? Sam'll be miserable without you- I guarantee it. And if you make the person that I practically owe my life to miserable, I'll be coming back here to whoop your ass. Got it?" he cast a pointed glare over his shoulder in the direction of the couple. "And besides, you've already passed out once. We don't need you fallin' asleep in here all alone now, alright?"
Turning his gaze back to Luke, Kato forced a small smile to the boy and finished wiping away the blood. "You okay now, Tallie?" Kato used the nickname he gave just about everyone who was taller than him.

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“You and I swore to protect these kids, we have a responsibility, now follow through!” Artemis said, his voice harsh. He held both her arms in a tight grip, scolding her like she was some naughty child. That, in and of itself, pissed her off. He'd been soft at first, so she'd actually felt a little shimmer of hope, then his entire expression had change into a man she didn't recognize. Not towards her, not ever towards her. He'd been tough on others, he had, but, however odd it might sound, he'd never actually talked to her like she was someone he had to command. He'd looked her in the eyes. They were so hard and determined, like nothing would sway the decision he'd made. She had yet to speak, preferring to let him say his fill before she replied. Until he shoved her.

He pushed me... was her first thought as she steadied herself, taking her weight off of Kato, though still standing close to the boy. He actually pushed me. She blinked several times as it really sunk in. Then she narrowed her eyes at him, brushing her hair aside. She still didn't say anything... her mind was reeling. She looked down on her arms, where marks after his fingers were still visible, and her anger increased. He did have a point. She didn't think he should do it, due to his lack of strength, but if he wanted to get himself killed, then fine. That was just fine. His choice, whatever the king wanted. Who did he think he was to act like that towards her? what was she? his littlesister?

Then came his next words: “This is the path we both set out on together, we’ll see the end together. But for now get to the town and get the kids out… the sooner you leave the sooner I can start making the false trail…” Again, he did have a point, but he didn't have to say anymore. She'd hit breaking point. He could do whatever he wanted, being a grown man and all. She was done pleading, done trying to convince him not to get himself killed, because honestly... what was the use? Sam took a single step towards him, staring him down despite her lacking height. She wasn't risking the others for him. She'd merely refused to do it the other way around. One didn't necessarily bring about the other, and she was now officially sick of his attitude. He felt responsible? fine, he wanted to kill himself? fine too, he wanted to get rid of her? whatever. But accusing her of not caring, that was low.

Voice tired, more despondent than Sam had been in a long time, she spoke; "You know what? Do whatever the hell you want, Artemis. You're a grown man, I'm not your mother. I'm not in charge of what you choose to do, but don't start bossing me around." she said simply, then glanced at the others. "We're leaving in half an hour. Pack up your things. Kato, please help Luke." Then she walked out of the warehouse, regaining her posture slowly, her usual blank expression returning, looking completely void of any of the emotions battling inside her; anger, annoyance, despair, worry... love. And she was so tired. Tired of it all. Tired of responsibilities, tired of life really, tired of running, tired of fighting. Things had been so much simpler with just her and Artemis, that sometimes she actually wished it still was so, but she didn't want to leave the others. She couldn't. Both Kato and Luke still needed her help. Luke in particular.

Besides, she cared about them. Se did. Well, not so much Luke just yet, but it would probably come with time, if he could learn to control himself and maybe regain some semblance of sanity. She just wasn't sure how to go about that, exactly. She had a spell to bind powers, but had always been hesitant to use it for several reasons. One was that it packed some serious power and made her tired for days. Last time, once when Kato had just arrived, using the spell had caused her to faint. It had been worth it though - the right thing to do in his case. However, she didn't know Luke's powers. She would consider going into his mind to find out, but she didn't like it in others' minds, much less that of a maddened young practitioner... which was why she didn't use mindreading unless absolutely necessary. Well.. that, and she thought people's minds to the most private of places - she didn't like to intrude. Sam sighed, moving to sit against the outside wall of the warehouse. The grass was warm and green, so it was actually quite comfortable. What am I going to do now? she asked herself, resting her head against the wall, still aware of her surroundings. This whole situation is a mess...




(OOC: London helped Marquel get a car, but the owner saw them and started shooting. London tried to avoid a bullet and threw herself into a brickwall. She is now unconscious. She has a big bump on her forehead under a big scratch from where she hit the wall. It's bleeding. They both got away alive, however, but didn't have the time for getting food. This would be a pretty good time for Marquel to return with car and London.)

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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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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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Kato grimaced when Sam said he'd be in the trunk with London. Well, at least he'd get a little peace and quiet. Following Sam over to the rear of the car, he tugged open the car door and waited for someone to come help him get London out. Thankfully, getting her into the roomy trunk was mostly painless. Stepping back from the trunk, Kato paused to stretch and pick up his bags from where he had dropped them onto the ground.
He tossed the bags into the back seat of the car. "I'm putting these up here so we've got a tad more room in the trunk."
Kato jogged back around the car and slid down into the trunk. "You'd better let us out eventually. Gonna be awkward back here when one of us realizes we've got to pee."

Laying on his back on the stiff lining of the trunk, he shut his eyes as the back closed, shutting him in alone with London's unconscious mind. It wasn't long before Kato was bored. The car shut out most of the noisy buzz of his companions emotions, thankfully, and created a sort of lukewarm peace in the darkness. The heat, however, was uncomfortable and Kato swiftly removed his coat and gloves, revealing the seldom-seen black t-shirt that he always wore. The shirt was obviously well worn; the fabric was ripped and torn and in desperate need of repair Reaching up to his neck, Kato found himself fiddling with the ruby pendant that he always wore. Another thing that was seldom seen. After a while, Kato found the vibrations of the car lulling him into a doze, which he reluctantly surrendered to.

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Luke was stunned as his mind began to make sense of what he had seen… but there was no clear future and only confusion in his mind.
He made no comment as he stepped into the car, he was far to focused on his visions to interact with others and his mind had to find peace with the visions or he would loss himself again.
As Samantha started the car Luke found the engine's noise to be both Disturbing but strangely a focusing sound to retreat to among the chaos of his mind.

As Luke went deeper into the meaning behind his vision he adopted a meditating posture as an attempt to calm himself down and achieve clearness. " “How far away were they?" he heard Samantha ask, at last he could make himself useful; there was only one past and as long as he maintained his focus events that could have been would not interfere with him.
He tried to find the source of the gunfire but could not to so as he wished to because the event involved him and such events were distracting at best because of this.
He could only make out the greater danger they faced and decided to talk about it hoping to gain Samantha's favor.

"They come in many directions, some are near us and others are coming. Their numbers are growing and they have more then guns at their disposal. However the majority of their gaze is on the building you used as shelter and not on this car because of great distractions in that area."

Luke had wasted more time then he had indented on trying to uncover the hunters, he didn’t want any more visions clouding his mind and shut his eyes painfully attempting to find sleep; he found none but the idea of falling asleep helped him over come the visions, at least for a time. He had gazed into the past and the future of the group; he was tired from the pressure on his mind but also felt great sadness. As every second passed a future for both Samantha and her friend was becoming faint and Luke could not change that. Why was he so concerned with Samantha? He did not understand the reason but whenever he saw Samantha he felt one word whisper inside his mind: hope, a hope that reminded him of his life before he had lost himself and when he still had a mother.
The sudden return of memory however slight caused Luke to open his eyes and suffer ever more visions; he had again lost control as the memory disarmed him. He had lost the memory and nearly lost himself but he could remember feeling joy, safety and... Fear; a great fear he could not explain.

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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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Character Portrait: Samantha Chastity Veselion Character Portrait: Marquel Samuel Eva Hale Character Portrait: Angel Kato Kijirin Character Portrait: London Harper Reid Character Portrait: Luke
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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.