Misadventures of the Monster Hunters
Welcome to the story during the Era of Jacob Grey. We follow several hunters as their patsh cross to hunt down the fabled vampire queen.
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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on
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Matthew sat at the bar and sipped at the gin. He looked at the box next to him, it was wrapped in plain brown paper. His job was to get it from point A to point B in the shortest amount of time. Even if it meant going through a dark forest in the middle of the night. He stopped at this pub simply to take a break. He was on the latter half of the trip and just tired. He hated being a courier, but it made great money. And nine times out of ten mercenaries went with him. The bar tender walked by and poured more gin in his glass as he downed it shortly there after.
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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on
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She smoothed out her vest and gave a quick smile in the bathroom mirror before grasping the cool brass door handle. She pulled, no budge. She started to jiggle the door handle. Still no budge. That's when she felt his presence.
"Avery, don't be such a jerk, please." The ghost gave out a slight chuckle as he appeared beside her. "Be a gentleman and hold the door for a lady?"
"Technically, I am." A wide, Cheshire cat grin grew on his face before he allowed her to open the door.
"Behave," She scolded as she walked out of the bathroom. Avery followed her to the bar, walking through people as he groaned.
"Behave," She channeled to him before sitting at the bar and opening her notebook, filled with all of her knowledge on angels and Demons. Besides names, ranks, and skills. Lorenza Nightingale knew all of that by memory and heart.
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Matthew felt a chill as the lady sat down the bar from him. He stole a few glances her way and sipped at his gin.
She's cute
No, no, no. you have a package to deliver.
Screw the package.
No package equals no money.
Damnit. why do you have to make sense?
Matthew looked back at the box then back at the girl.
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She sighed into her seat and upon noticing that she is humped over, she quickly regains her posture.
"Hey Enza, check out this guy next to you." Avery laughs, standing behind the bar. "He seems indecisive." Lorenza shakes her head and thinks to him,
"Stop it." Avery loses his grin, clears his throat and roams around. Enza looks to the stranger.
"Am I bothering you, sir?" She raises an eyebrow.
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"Not at all, just enjoying the view" Matthew said with a smile.
She started it! Screw the package!
No get up and finish the delivery...
Ignoring you now.
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Lorenza laughed as Avery walked back over. "I think he decided."
"Avery, get out of his head." Lorenza looked sharply to the ghost without forming the words but gave a draconian glare as she channeled the words to him, her eyes squinting into a snake like stare, before she realized that to the stranger, it would appear that she was glaring at a gin bottle. Avery loved getting a rise out of his living friend and although Enza knew this, she still gave him a good show sometimes.
"I'm not channeling him, I'm just reading his aura. Chill down, oh enjoyable view." He said sarcastically as she ignored him and looked back to the stranger. "You're rather brazen, no?" She asked rhetorically. "How many girls do you use that line on? Or am I flattering myself and you are really referring to the box?" She sipped her ice water and placed it back on the counter as a few more ghosts that she knew from town walked in and sat down next to her. Party in the pub, she thought, resisting a chuckle.
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"Har, har, har. The box is my delivery, but it can wait for a pretty thing like you" He says winking. "So what brings you this far into the woods? This is no place to be alone at."
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She smiled. "The big bad wolf won't be after me. If he is, I have more than pepper spray to fight back with." She looked to the ghosts behind the counter. Thomas, Avery, Josiah, and Ezra were laughing and shaking their heads. She kept her temperance and kept focused on the living conversation.
"I'm not exactly alone depending on what you see as company." She humored herself. "So do you have a name, sir?"
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"Wolves are the least of your worry in these parts. I've seen things out here that would make the manliest of men cry like children. But the the name is Matthew Ravenswood. Yours?"
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Lorenza raised an eyebrow. "Sir, I live a two and a half miles outside those woods, thank you very much. People cry at the monsters they haven't experienced. Grown men can cry at many things. Just not when others are around." She said laughed, "The name is Lorenza Nightingale. Demonologist and medium. How do you do?" She sips her ice water.
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"I have to get this package going." He grabbed the box and held it up. Standing up "Living outside the woods and seeing what I've seen are two different things all together." He chuckled and looked around for his armed guard. "Where the hell is she?" he muttered under his breath.
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"I'm sure you're very experienced." She hid her impatience with his patronizing comment very well. "Not that I have. but how do you know that I haven't experienced what you have? Do you know me so well? Please, enlighten me." He was probably right but she wanted to make a point. After all, don't judge a book by the cover, wasn't a chilche for no reason. He could say that to the wrong person one day.
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