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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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#, as written by Tiko
Ravenlock cracked another grin at Jaeda's words before the hunter pulled the trigger on her crossbow. The bolt struck true and the vampire would stand motionless for a moment before slumping to the ground, blood rapidly pooling from his injuries that had ceased to regenerate thanks to the application of the bacteria to his system.

For his reputation and notoriety, he had certainly succumbed to the lone hunter with remarkable ease, a disappointment perhaps.

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As Ravenlock dropped to his knee's, the crossbow lingered for a moment more before lowering. "Well," the hunter laughed, "That was easy." She looked to Dog, who had long since turned back human, gripping his jaw gently as he crumpled to his knees.

Jaeda took out a thin mobile, sighing. "I want a retrieval team and a medic. We've got him. He's down." she spoke, keeping her eyes on the vampire warily.

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For several long minutes, nothing seemed to occur. However, as that time wore on, that strange black mist was beginning to seep from the remains of the body, soaking into the ground along with much of the pooled blood until there was little more left aside from a large blood stain across the street.

The mist itself was making its way towards the body that Diane had left in a nearby alleyway, slipping back up from beneath the ground to soak into the corpse. The presence of fresh blood so near on hand was a rare accommodation that would not go to waste.

The entire process in itself would take but a few moments as the mist took solid form once more, leaving nothing more than a dried husk at Ravenlock's feet. Stepping out from the alley he straightened his coat out with pointed flare and offered a smirk. He appeared unharmed in the slightest, his bared skin unmarred by the attacks upon his person.

“Had quite enough fun yet?” he inquired.

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"...scratch that. He's come back. I might need backup." she said, clipping the mobile closed. She seemed very shocked aside from her calmed movements. How, how, how!? How the hell did he regenerate so fast? Surely, he wasn't another blasted Dracula! She could not deal with this, not her. Blast it, why!

However, she had to at least keep him in place until the others came. Slayers much more advanced than herself. She drew out the shock pike from her back pocket, extending it into a long metal rod. "You know what? I don't think I've learned." she said, spinning the object in her hand.

Dog backed up, hopefully to behind a shack, out of the way in his pain. Even with it blinding him the slightest bit, he could not be a hindrance. Possibly turn once more, try to help where he could.

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“Tsk, tsk.” Ravenlock scolded lightly as he spread his arms to either side.

In what seemed like a gust of wind and shadow, his form was overtaken by a swarm of bats that flew at Jaeda in a frenzy of scratching claws and biting teeth. It would be hard to take note, but in the rush of the swarm, it would seem that Ravenlock himself had vanished. Either that, or he was the swarm of bats.

The frenzy would last only a moment as the swarm swept past and headed skyward, and any injuries inflicted would be superficial scrapes and cuts.

Meanwhile, a voice echoed through Jaeda's mind, before fading off into a low chuckle until that too was gone. 'We will meet again, hunter.'

The human had amused him, if only briefly. But he had other matters to attend to.

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The woman readied herself, imagining what punishment would befall her before the other slayers came. Her grip was on the pressure bar, ready at a moments notice. However, what she did not expect him to do was flee. It was sudden, and as the swarm came at her, she knew the shock pike would do nothing to kill them all. She shielded her arms in front of her face, tucking her head into the side of her shoulder as she was enveloped in black.

As suddenly as it came, it had gone, leaving Jaeda cringing before looking up, silence descending upon her before Ravenlock's voice wormed itself into her mind. She looked up at the sky, watching the frenzy disappear just as the yells of the other hunter pierced the air.

The setting changes from the-abandoned-slums to Wing City Plaza

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This was a busy side of town, though honestly, it was the better side of town, as well. The streets were clean, especially from the destruction that often occurred upon Main Street, and Gambits was as far away as it needed to be. The apartments were nice, as well, and the hunter had found herself buying one after she had happened upon this street long ago.

It was pleasant, filled with windows to light the room, and curtains to block eyes she might not want. The apartment could fit two people comfortably, which was only reserved for Dog when he needed to stay over. Those occasions were rare, but they happened.

Jaeda was in the kitchen, leaning onto the counter as she waited for the eggs to cook. It was a simple, quick meal. She did not care for something extravagant, especially since her thoughts were quite far away.

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Seeping along the floor an inky black substance crawled its way towards Jaeda's position, silent and unobtrusive in nature. As it reached her shadow a pair of eyes opened within it, to peer up at the woman, but it wasn't until she turned back to her cooking that he made his move. Rising up out of her shadow was a thick black mist that slowly gathering substance and form.

“...Hello...” he mused from just behind her.

His voice was calm and low, menacing almost, and yet soothing at the same time. It was a strange mingle of hostility and gentleness. Though, should the woman attempt any sudden moves, he was more than poised to act. As long as she remained still though, he made no move to touch her.

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Fear was something Jaeda did not often feel, even in the face of death. She dealt with it so often that it almost seemed too commonplace a thing. However, the voice that crept up slowly to her ears had the hair on the back of her neck standing up. She froze, never turning her head. She did not need to. It was apparent enough who it was.

After the wave of fear left, she began to casually flip the eggs around, as if she could care less for Ravenlock's appearance. "Why are you here?" she asked, stiffening. "Come for revenge? Aren't you smart."

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“Revenge?” he asked, keeping his voice low. Her flippant demeanor while admirable, wouldn't conceal the telltale signs that lay beneath the surface. The tenseness that overtook her, the raise of the hairs on her neck. No, his appearance had the influence he had anticipated, fear.

Though Jaeda seemed well in control of her fears. Good. Fear makes you irrational, and he needed her rational.

“No, I'm here because you're going to do something for me,” he explained.

As he spoke, the scent of the cooking eggs was pointedly distasteful, enough so to turn his appetite for the moment. But he wasn't here to kill this woman, as enjoyable as it might have been to do so, so any violent urges were easily suppressed for the time being.

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"That's surprising. I don't know what you would want from a slayer. Got a friend that's getting on your nerves? You should be able to take care of that yourself," she said, turning off the stove and sliding the eggs into a plate beside the sink. She opened a drawer for utensils. Among the normal silverware, there was a sharp, dangerous knife. It would not do much to Ravenlock, but she wondered how much time it would buy her to try and get to the Slayer Organization. Probably not enough. Probably not time at all.

Was she really helpless in this situation?

"I don't see why you are asking me. Maybe a higher up would really get around to killing you?" she said, a light mocking in her voice.

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“Seek another, and miss out on the fun we started?” he inquired.

The knives were noted with a grin that flashed the tips of fangs, but he said nothing. Part of him hoped she would take up a weapon and attack him, even if the situation was futile. But business before pleasure as they say.

Rather than answering her former questions, he simply slipped a photo free from within his coat. It was worn and wrinkled and had seen some mileage, but it was recognizable enough. Reaching past Jaedra he leaned close enough to press it against the solid surface of the counter.

With such close proximity, his back was all but touching hers and the faint feel of breath could be felt on her hair. Though surely it was intentional on his part, seeing as the dead didn't need to breathe, correct?

“You will find this woman,” he said simply. His reasons for this search were his own, and not reasons he would share with this hunter.

The photo itself, he would release, to allow her to examine it if she wished. The back had only one word scrawled on it 'Dae'. The woman in the photo was young, late teens or early twenties at best, with a charismatic demeanor of the likes that even a camera seemed to capture.

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The urge to pick up a knife and stab him square in the chest was strong. She curled her fingers into her palm, digging them into the skin, careful not to draw blood from the clench. That would be the stupidest thing she had ever done in her life.

As the photo slid by, her eyes moved swiftly to it. Her lips were drawn thin as she felt his breath upon her. With all her will, she held back a shudder.

"And if I refuse?" she asked. She probably knew the answer, but just because she was afraid did not mean she was going to give in. No. She was far too prideful for that. Even the thought of death did not phase her enough to give in.

...or did it? If she could live, she would certainly would keep trying to do so. "Why do you want her?"

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Ravenlock lowered his voice further, almost to a whisper as he spoke his next words. “You won't refuse. Not because of threats or out of fear, but because you're intrigued,” he replied.

“What could the infamous Ravenlock want with you? Who is this woman? It is in your nature to find answers,” he whispered as he stepped back, his form seeping down into the woman’s shadow, much in the same manner he had arrived in.

He had planted the seeds of curiosity, now all that remained was to see if they would sprout and bear fruit.

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Jaeda did not move from her location for the next few minutes. She stood there, eyes intent on the photo, limbs frozen as she tried to work the situation through her head. What a sly, horrible man this was.

"You try to act as if you know me that well, leech," she said, voice light as she picked up the photo in her fingers, raising it closer to look at it. She gave a light laugh. "Huh. I wonder if you do. I wonder if you expected the 'no' that was already forming on my lips. You're still targeted. I think that was evident."

Even with his apparent departure, she knew he was probably lingering. She knew he was waiting for her next words.

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"Don't you just hate the atmosphere, Timo? You expect cigarette smoke and you get gunshots instead," came a voice beside the dhampir, one smooth, slightly dark, mocking, even, "But, hey. It's Gambit's. What more can you expect?"

The slim woman that sat beside the Jelly monster had her chin propped up onto her palm, elbow on her knee. Strapped onto her belt and back was the complete set of Slayer weapons that she owned.

"You hear this bullshit every day. It's tiring."

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"I find myself agreeing with you. Isn't that odd?" asked Jaeda, amusement in her tone. She and the Blob never usually got along. Why, the woman could barely stay still without spewing some kind of insult in the way of someone. It was usually Dog, but if Timo was there, she'd bear a good amount of it, too.

"Lookit the white one. Ohh, I'm just itching to melt 'im!"

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"Head of security? I don't remember seeing his name on the list of security even once. Did you, Tiko?" asked Jaeda, raising a brow. "Harriet is head of staff, so I hear. What do you think they're getting at?"

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The Slayer hummed, looking past Timo. Not that she could literally look the monster in the eye. Timo did not even have eyes. Not even a real nose. No, the normal appearance she had now was a stinking corpse.

"It has been hell. But that's my job, isn't it? Ran into some super being. Almost killed him. That would have been one helluva trophy to mount on my wall." she replied, chuckling. Alas, that very "trophy" had gotten away and cornered her later. She would not be telling her that, though.

"Dog nearly ripped out his heart. Pulled out a bit of intestine. Do you realize how long those things really are? Amazing."

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No. No she did not. Not only that, but Timo wasn't female. Timo wasn't male, either, but this raised up a whole bunch of questions. Of course, when Jaeda thought about it thoroughly, she realized that Timo was...like a big cell. And cells multiplied asexually. She supposed that Timo did something very similarly, if not exactly that.

Amazing.

"You are going to have a baby? Should I give a 'congratulations' or...?" She was almost at a loss for words.

The setting changes from gambits-bar to The Abandoned Slums

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Heavy boots thumped down the street, causing a ruckus as they joined and blended in with the sounds of many other footsteps. "Go, Dog, catch up ahead of me!" cried a voice. It was distinctly female, strong and loud. Down the street in the slums came a hoard of vampires. Not one, or two, or five. More like thirty.

After them came a monstrous figure, large and hulking and hairy. One would first think it was a werewolf, part human, part animal, but the head, much different, revealed to be a dog. Irish Wolfhound.

Behind him, a woman with white hair, clad in black, with a knife in her hand.

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The woman kept running, her feet and thick boots carrying her far. She dipped one hand to snap something off from a heavy tool belt. It was a small metal ball, just big enough to fit into her fist. She chucked it at the hoard of bloodsuckers, and though they all dodged it, the minute it hit the ground, every vampire within its five foot radius suddenly stopped mid-step. The sphere slowed whatever was caught in its field, leaving them gaping and snarling.

Before it wore off, the vicious Dog tore through all vampires in the path of the blown proximity sphere. As he did this, the hunter flew through, a long metal pole in her hands. With rubber gloves on, she had no fear of the weapon, so she stuck it into the field, then pushed a small button on the side.

As the field wore off, every vampire fell, fried like a piece of chicken.

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At the sound of another voice, the huntress turned, the shock pike pointed at the man who had come close. She stood in the midst of bloody and fried bodies, either killed off by Dog or the shock pike. The monstrous werehound, wire-haired and more massive than most werewolves by far, stood behind her, breathing heavily, crazed, murderous eyes trained on Justice.

"Down, Dog." she commanded. "Sit." There werehound obeyed, sitting down and keeping calm. After the murder, and at the command of the huntress, those eyes calmed into tired, warmer eyes.

The woman straightened. "Yes. I am a slayer. And you?" Her voice was sharp.

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The woman looked about his face, then, at the sound of his name, relaxed. "You're not targeted. You must have done something right by the organization...or nothing at all. Lucky." Though she kept the pike firmly grasped in her hand, she kept a relatively relaxed stance. She gestured at the mass of dead at her feet.

"These your friends? Don't tell me you're possibly mad at me." she sighed, her other hand leaning onto her hip. "Justice? I do not recognize your name."

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The woman put on a smirk, twirling the pike in her hand. "You are probably one of the older vampires I've seen." He barely looked harmful, too. "What's someone like you doing in the slums?"

Behind her, Dog's form began to shrink rapidly, till he was just half a foot above Jaeda's height. Many bones cracking and muscles deflating caused the man to groan in pain, hunching over with his snout receding into a mouth. A few seconds after the transformation, he stood up, panting. He was a rough man, badly shaved, with a strong built. He looked at Justice silently.