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Jaeda

Got no salvation.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Moonscar

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Got my addictions
And I love to fix 'em
No one's perfect

Help me, man. Now show me your fangs.

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Jaeda's Story

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"Mhm," said Timmon, leaning back onto the counter and clearing his throat as the boy continued to babble on. He scratched at the back of his head with one hand, feeling the hairs shrink. "Yeah, well I can believe you didn't come from some asylum when ye stop babblin' all over." said Simmon, waving his hand outward, as if to illustrate the word.

"An' I don' even know whatcha mean by support character. Yer some kinda nutter." Freud told Hero, watching his display of a backwards boy scout sign. He looked to Helvegr, scratching his bearded chin. "Ain' supposed to kill nobody 'less they're a target. Migh' have to stop you if you try, too."

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Timmon wiped his nose, leaving the mead where it was. Jaeda would come back soon. No need to drink too much all at one time. Not that it mattered. It took some damn heavy drinking for him to get drunk with his metabolism. "You should get y'self looked after, kid. S'not healthy to make a death wish. If you're gonna suicide I'm not s'posed to help you unless I'm ordered." he said, propping that elbow up onto the table. He looked to Helver.

"C'mon, now. Don't start nuthin'."

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As Simen came in, the hair on the back of Timmon's neck rose and grew once more. A curse escaped his lips as she squinted his eyes. The smell of blood and lead...and wolf...just all at the same time was nearly overwhelming. For a weapon designed specifically to kill werewolves, and yet at the time time was only supposed to kill them on order or taunt...
God, it was just terrible for the largely buff man at the counter. He took up his mead quickly and began to gulp it down. What if this guy was the one Jaeda was after?

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"Isn't that great? One werewolf comes in and attracts- what? What did she attract? Another werewolf, which, in turn, attracted a vampire. They're like magnets, I tell you. Like a fuckin' horde," came the smooth voice of the same young woman who had been with Timmon earlier. She was tiny in form, with a stripe of white hair in the front. She looked to Hero and sneered, but said nothing. Her sharp eyes met the vampire and the werewolf, though her mouth came into a little smile as she sauntered over to the sweating Timmon Freud. When he caught sight of her, he stiffened, and all at the same time...seemed to relax, somewhat.

"Dog," she said, addressing him, "Don't you go wild, now. I know it is hard, but you can manage. I know you can."

"Yeah...yeah."

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"I wasn't really trying to keep quiet, kid. It's not as if I were whispering," said the woman, rolling her eyes. Oh, children were funny. Funny indeed. "And of course I have a problem with it. But not right now. The Slayer Organization has not labeled you a target, and you have not posed any visible trouble to my person or anyone else I can currently see, so I really cannot do anything about it. I am not allowed to harm...'peaceful' denizens. Neither is Dog."

Freud nodded, only grunting.

"Right. You see? He affirmed it."

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"As long as you don't become a target, I won't cross you," said Jaeda in turn, smirking. "And I'm sure it is. As long as I did not witness your apparent violence, it should all be alright." She tapped in her order to the touch-screen menu, and the robot tenders brought her a drink. There were rarely any live tenders. She looked to Bracton. "Don't get your hopes up."

Dog only scratched his neck.

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"The Slayer Organization is made to defend humans from the supernatural. We leave human meat to the police officers, superhero's, and detectives. Though, it isn't to say we haven't used human meat for our own benefit," she peered at Dog, who coughed. She let her eyes rest on Simen once more. "But, depending on your definition of 'human', you could say all we have ever hunted has been as such."

She caught Braxton's stare. She was not so sure she favored it; being looked upon by a werewolf- or any other supernatural, really- never sat well with her. Not that she was afraid, of course. Dog could take down any wherewolf he was faced with, and she had a plethora hidden beneath her folds of clothing. She was good.

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"Then as I said before. We know not every supernatural is...'evil,' as you call it, but a great many of your kind, as well as Vampires and Demons, and many other supernaturals, have a tenancy to..." she leaned her head to the side and pursed her lips, "...cause trouble. Which is when we need to take care of them."

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street

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The main HQ to the Slayer Organization was very...bland on the outside. It looked like any other large, grey building among others. But that's just what the Slayers wanted everyone to think. If you want to hide a tree, put it in a forest. Or, if you're hiding in a forest, disguise yourself as a tree. It worked both ways.

"Well, Timo, here it is. The Slayer Organization. Nothing special. Yet." Said Jaeda, dressed in her usual slayer attire, complete with black leather and knives and a hood. She flexed her fingers, which were stained red. She had just completed a job. Beside her was Timmon. He was silent.

"Want to go in?"

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"The Organization will not have slayers attack supernaturals if they are not causing too much trouble. And, since you are with me, they know instantly that you are here for a reason. And it isn't as if the Seer's don't already know, what with their knowledge," explained Jaeda, pushing the sliding doors apart. She waltzed in, boots thumping on the floor. Timmon's claws clacked in the background. He had not completely changed back since the last hunt just a few hours before. His shoes were missing.

As they entered, Timo would them view the very large, spacious, dome-like lobby that looked much darker and busy than any hotel. There was a bulletin board on the far wall next to the reception desk, and many slayers gathered around it to take down random jobs that needed doing. They were more varied then Gadget members, but much more armed, much more...serious. "Upstairs is where we'll be going. Do you mind elevators?"

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Timo would smell not only human blood among the slayers, but even ones that had a hint of her own kind, even vampires and were's and a massive conglomeration of hundreds of different creatures. The difference between them and the originals? None of them were full-blooded, or even half of the regular supernatural.

"Very well," said Jaeda, a tiny smile on her lips as she lead the dhampir down an empty grey hallway. Lining this hallway was a great number of elevators. What Timo did not know is that these Elevators did not all go to the top. Only three did. They looked no different, had absolutely no indication of their special qualities. But they were very, very different. She clicked the higher button twice, possibly by accident, and walked in as the doors opened, Dog in tow. After Timo walked in, Jaeda would click the second highest button.

"You might want to brace your knees a bit."

The force that would drag them toward the floor was massive. Indeed, one would have to brace their knees considerably to stand up straight. Dog and Jaeda seemed fine. The second they reached the floor, which didn't take long at all, they walked out without trouble.

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Jaeda waked off down the well-lit hallway before her, and, just as silent as always, Dog followed. However, he watched Timo for half a second, eyes going down to her legs before going to the floor. How odd. He had never approached a dhampir like that before. He seemed to want to ask, but no. He would not.

"We are going to the Seer's Council. One of them seems to have taken an interest in you, Timo," said Jaeda, eyes like a hawk out ahead of her, "And they asked me to bring you to them." She came to a large pair of bronze doors, intricately designed with the scene of an age-old battle between - what else?- Slayers and Supernaturals. She put her hand flatly upon it, then, without any flashy entrance, simply pushed them open. They swung out with much creaking and complaining.

Within was a large, domelike room much like the lobby, but made of glass to allow the sunlight in. In the middle was a large, spiral circle, more intricate than the design upon the door. Several hunched figures were sitting around it. Only one moved, dressed in an old, brown cloak. He was small, only five feet in all. His face was wrinkled to a horrid extent, and the skin of his brows covered his eyes. His mouth turned into a bright smile as he spotted Timo.

"Well, if it isn't an old friend."

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The old man began to laugh, his old brows moving upwards to reveal his bright eyes. He moved to face the woman, though he didn't move his organic body, of course. He was much too old to do such a thing- the mechanic legs set under his chair, however, did. "And you have become a woman. What else has happened since our parting?" The chair walked towards the woman, looking much like a pair of stork legs made of strips of metal.

"I see that time has yet to touch the feature's of any of your bodies. Who was this, now? What an unlucky young woman." Theo chuckled, bony shoulders heaving up and down in amusement. "How long has it been? More than a hundred years, almost. Luckily, I have also stretched my lifespan far beyond human limits."

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"A child! Well, you must have found someone strong enough. I remember you were having troubles having more little ones," he said, remembering those old laments. All the memories came rushing back quickly despite his age. "I may have retired, but I do have one. One child. Forty now, but still working hard. He followed well in my steps," Theo told Timo, looking up to the woman's face as she touched his own.

At her mention of disrobing, he slowly rose a hand in a gesture that said "Go on." He looked back to the other hunched figures, who were all slowly turning to look at Timo. "There is not much we, as a whole, have not seen. I am sure they will not, ah...'flip.'"

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Jaeda and Theo did not seem bothered by Timo's sudden transformation. Dog, on the other hand, sneered in disgust, feeling his stomach toil once. Obviously, he had not been in the business long enough to see the most disturbing of supernaturals. The other hunched figures now turned entirely to face Timo, revealing old faces that could be very much likened to Theo's own. They were both men and women alike, some with wrinkles streaked with wisdom, others with a sharp intelligence and a cruel stare unmatched by many. They all had their transportation of choice; why, one woman came up to inspect the dhampir on what seemed to be a floating pillow.

"My, my, Theodore. You had many stories to tell about such an ally, but never would I have thought that I would live to see her!" she exclaimed, the chair hovering slowly around the gelatin monster.

"Indeed, this is certainly an experience to remember. And it kills vampires? How useful." said another old man, more gaunt than Theo, with a calculating look to him. He came over on some kind of chair that seemed to swim through the air, much like a fish.

"We have tried, many times, to specialize our slayers for such things. Jaeda and Timmon are perfect examples of our efforts, but this one is priceless, made, by nature, to deal with the beasts!"

"How very useful she could be to us..."

"Now, now, you all quiet down. Timo is an ally, an intelligent being, and a friend. Do not speak of her as a tool," interrupted Theo, raising a hand to silence them. All fell quiet. "She has a will of her own. If she would like to become part of the organization, she may decline." He turned to Timo, possibly annoyed, but smiling past it. "I am sure Marcus would love to hunt with you, Timoten. I am sure."

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The Seers certainly did lean in more to examine those teeth, and a few even gasped as she opened her maw. Not that they had not seen other wonders just as intriguing, but it was rare to find a monster built only for one thing; vampire hunting. They had been trying to make one for years, trying to make an ultimate weapon. Jaeda was the closest they had gotten to so far.

"Joining our Organization can do wonders for you, Timoten. If it is the law you are seeking protection from, or even other hunters, should you wish to join us, we can help you get out of any spot of trouble you desire. The law does owe us, in any case. We have gotten rid of their most infamous criminals in the past, and we keep their public safe. It would be all too easy to make an exception for you."

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The circle of Seer's quieted down quickly, all of them pausing in thought at Timo's offer. They were discussing this to one another using a strong telepathic connection that shifted their thoughts to the next with ease.
'A dhampir with a vampire mate? How strange.'
'How sickening.'
'It is suspicious, to say the least.'
'But we cannot judge, now, can we? With all of what we have done the past years.'
'We should be more wary!'
'We have only one chance at such a prize. Should we not take it? The Organization does not mark Supernaturals until they become a problem.'
'The Lessard family certainly has been a problem! They are a tricky sort!'
'But we have done nothing to subdue them in the past. Why start now?'
'And she has admitted to the murder of innocents! How can we take such a foul thing?!'

The discussion went on and on, but the domed room was filled with silence in the ears of the dhampir and the slayers. Jaeda knew what was happening, but Dog, still new to the business, was still confused. It was only his second trip to this very room since his initiation. He leaned over to ask Jaeda something, but she shook her head to silence him.

Finally, one raised his head away from his peers to address Timo. It was Theo, of course. "We have come to a decision. Timoten, we welcome you into the Slayer Organization, but we have a few conditions, ourselves. Should these vampires you speak of become a problem, we ask that you take action to subdue or silence them. Also, as for your disguises, we ask that you take bodies that we give you personally to avoid the purge of random citizens. Understood?"

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Half the Seer's seemed pleased, the others simply nodding in vain acceptance. Theo walked forward and smiled wide to the old dhampir. "Very good, my friend, very good. I am pleased to have you near once again." He reached out an old, heavy hand to land on Timo's 'snout'. "It really has been too long."

Jaeda tapped her fingers onto her arm impatiently. Really, now. If she knew it was going to take so long...
"Are we done?" she grumbled, rolling her eyes. "Because I have to take another job soon. Daylight is burning, and certainly not vampires right now." Who would have thought that daytime was actually a brilliant way to hunt vampires? Invade an infected house, break it down, watch them burn...an easy job.

"Well?"

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The Seers all watched as Timo got comfortable back into her own body, and they all seemed to document it into a solid part of their minds. As the woman looked back up, human once more, the room, once again, fell silent. Well, all for the exception of Dog's uneasy, but barely audible whine and Jaeda's irritated sigh. "Yes, yes, I am very impatient. You know why? Because I have credits I need acquire so I may eat. It's not as easy for us, just killing eating like you do, you know? I actually have to buy it." she said, exasperated as she turned to walk down the hallway and back to the elevators. Of course, who else was in tow? As always. Like his name.

Theo looked down toward Timo and his mouth kept into a wide smile. He nodded, as did the other seers, and they slowly began to retreat back to the large, circular rune.

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Why, why, why was she going on such a pitiful job!? It was the most miserable thing imaginable, it was, hunting a pet vampire. Really! She could be...hunting a descendant of some big boss demon or a new alien experiment gone horribly wrong!
But NOOO! No, no, no! She had to hunt a pet. Vampire. One without fangs, without the tips of his fingers...lord. God. Buddha. Why.

Jaeda nearly kicked the door open in her fury and misery, a hand swiping through her hair as she walked inside. Being the slayer she was, the woman was decked out in black leather and silver everywhere. "Feeeelice. Puppy, puppy. Someone wants you back, you know!" She called. A much larger male figure stood at the door, his arms crossed."

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"Oh, this is not fair. I want you here, Felice! I'm not going to hurt you unless you make me. And if you're nice, maybe I'll call the elders to have your case called forth as abuse and you can go free." A lie. All a lie, and it was in her eyes. They needed him for Timo. It was part of the deal.

"Bah! This is not fair. Dog? Dog! Come here!" she called, waving to the large, muscular man dressed in black over at the door. He walked over, boots thumping on the ground. "Yes?" he said, voice deep and ringing.
"Sniff him out." she ordered.
"Yes." he answered. Timmon's whole form seemed to crack, to deform. His bones began to move, and he grunted in pain- his hair started to grow, long and wiry, and his mouth turned to a snout with sharp teeth-

The werehound. Made for things like this.

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The werehound, a much different species from the werewolf, fell on all fours, more beast than man at this point. He lifted his head slowly, black eyes piercing the world before him, having it washed into black and white. That was not what mattered, though. All he needed was his nose. "Come now, Dog, get going, you know I don't have credits to waste!" cried Jaeda, flicking a hand out in impatience. Dog nodded, walking forward.

His nose was just a breath above the floor, taking in the strong scents of blood, swear, cigarette smoke, and alcohol. Even urine could be smelled along the floorboards. He raised his massive head to the air, then turned it to Chiara slowly. Back to the floor it went as he walked toward her, the smell of vampire leaking from her. No. She was not the one she needed. It was a male one...and he could smell that too. Right around this female vampire. He paused. Even at this distance, he could tell the soul was afraid. The subtle shaking of his body alerted him. His ears went up, and the sweat that poured off him just reeked with fear and...

The vampire was young. Older than Nadia but still a child. He stopped a foot away from Chiara's own foot.

He moved on past their table.

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"Well? Is he here? I was told he was here. Why can't you find him, Dog?" snapped Jaeda. For some reason, she was more irritable today...more fired up. She could be nicer, Timmon knew it, but she was just impatient as anything. She stood still, arms crossed, weight on one leg. "We have one simple target! Felice should not be a problem! He's the weakest little rat you can imagine! Dog, don't tell me you can't sniff him out!"

The werehound, unable to speak, simply shook his head. No. He was not here. And it would take him another hour to become fully human again. What a bother.

Jaeda rolled her eyes. "God dammit, Dog. I look bad enough already in the organization for taking you in. Now you're just going to fail me."

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Timmon sat at the bar counter, his shoulders hunched over, his back arched, and his fingers clenched around the handle of a large beer mug. He had a thick beard upon his face, dark and a bit curly. It was probably well taken care of, considering. His eyes looked dark. What he had done a few days ago to save that young boy...he had betrayed the Organization in such a way. Jaeda was furious, and she had only a few days before the job was due. They had been looking for him ever since. Every time Timmon had whiffed even a feint smell of him, he opted they turn the other way. It was tiring business, but he knew he wouldn't be able to see the lad get taken away back there again. He remembered seeing him once...

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"Don't know how to watch yourself, do ya?" said Timmon, the question diredted at none other than the vampire. He had known, too well, that he was here. His scent was simply wafting about the bar. "You need to keep looking out carefully. I'm surprised you haven't been brought back already. And don't worry, now, Jade isn't here. I made sure she had a job to do, emptying out an infested house." he said, never turning to look back at Felice. He took a long gulp of his beer. He knew he would have seen him sooner or later. The scent trails always lead here. "Come here. Sit next to me. I'll know if she's close."