Misadventures of the Monster Hunters

[Alexander Baker]

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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[Arabella Porter]

Lorenza nods and takes note of the black haired girl nearby. Something struck her, like agnarsis but she didn't know what it it was.

   "it's probably on purpose. These things always are," Avery commented. Enza stared at the wolf  next to the girl and then back to Matthew. "I see," she said, acting as though she was immersed in the conversation. She was paying attention, but there was just something about that girl.

[Ivonne Lawrence]

Slipping past the forest of chairs and creaky patrons, Aeron held onto Sohym's collar as they swam through into the depths of the bar. Aeron kept her ears trained on the group that spoke of clientele and messenger services. She had yet to familiarize herself with the various types of groups that came here, and her naivete was something she kept highly guarded. 

Sohym nudged her to the direction of an empty seat near the bar, close to the male and the woman who seemed to have an air of dominance about her. Perhaps arrogance. 

Aeron would have preferred sitting next to the fair haired girl who teased the male companion, who seemed far less...Stubborn. And aware, as she returned the scrunity of the girl's gaze with a small inclination of her head. 

She let out a soft whistle for Sohym to calmly sit by her as she propped herself up on a bar stool and tapped her fingers for a drink. Sohym let out a neutral groan while he rested his head on her lap and thumped his tail.

[Alexander Baker]

Liza looked at the girl and gave a 'you will stay away if you know whats best for you' look.

Matthew turned around from his glass of gin. "Stay away from her, she will kill you without hesitation" he said between sips.

[Arabella Porter]

 "I'll take your word for it," She smiled at the bartender as he passed her by.

  "Oh, what a sweet, innocent, demonologist." Avery retorted before the other ghosts laughed at his joke. Lorenza smiled and looked at Avery, Thomas, Ezra, and Josiah.

 "You're all just jealous. Now do shut up or i'll sage you out of here so I can drink in peace." The ghosts cackled and walked around the bar. Ezra tipped over a glass on purpose, shocking a man sitting with his drink in his lap. They continued to make mischief. Lorenza looked to Matthew. "Do you need explanation?" she asked rhetorically.

[Ivonne Lawrence]

Aeron was in the middle of taking a drink as the man spoke. 

She nearly spit out what was past her lips by laughing. The eruption of her giggling gave Sohym a startle, his head connecting with the bottom of the bar counter with an audible thunk. He whuffed air out of his nose with annoyance. 

Sohym took note of the new patrons and sniffed at what appeared to Aeron was air. 

There more spirits in here than they're selling. Came the familiar voice that brought images of green fields and crackling fires. Of raucous men and home. 

Aeron pondered Sohym's words and nodded. He was always better at sensing the metaphysical barriers than she. 

This bar wasn't known to host spirits. Aeron murmured in her head.

Aye. But they came with one of them. 

"Certainly not the-?" Aeron spoke out loud now, casually gesturing to her canine friend as if he were human.

Sohym was silent. His ears twitched. Aeron lifted her gaze to the younger girl, the blonde one.

"Ah. A channel?" Aeron smiled to the girl as she scratched Sohym's ears for his observations.

[Alexander Baker]

"Ummmmmm yeah" Matthew said sipping the gin "So we have to go to the town north of here for me to get my next job"

[Arabella Porter]

"I'll come with..." her voice trailed off as she stood up and sat next to the girl. "I need to do something for you. Do you mind? She asked, pulling out her tarot deck." She looked back at Matthew,

  "I'll be right back."

[Ivonne Lawrence]

The ghost of her laughter still hung on her lips in a soft smile. Aeron recognized the bundle of cards, a familiar tool. 

"I used to read, myself. Although I never approached strangers no matter how begging they appeared for one. You're very trusting of a strange person in a strange place, young one."

I recall a certain travelling storyteller being of the same nature. Sohym's remark was as nostalgic as apple cider, warm and full of moaning trees and winter nights.

Aeron tipped her scraggly companion's muzzle down and patted his head to rest on her lap again, inviting him to hush himself. She gestured with a wave of welcoming fingers for the girl to continue on with her impromptu reading.

[Alexander Baker]

"A deck of cards????" looking at the deck "I put my faith in my skills, not in hocuspocus" Matthew said while sipping on more gin

[Arabella Porter]

Lorenza lost her temper. "You must be joking you  prejudice son of a bitch. I see dead people. Let's talk about hocus pocus, shall we? When you're whored off by a demon, then you can talk to me about hocus pocus. You want to know expir- " She raised her voice, took a deep breath and then turned around, ignoring Matthew. She spoke to the girl. "Some people have never witnessed the accuracy that the cards have. Some people like to think they're better than everyone else because of their strength and experiences. They think no one else could possibly gone through anything as hard as them. Please ignore the prejudice, assuming jerk behind me." she said, shuffling before laying three cards in front of the woman.

  your past is the magician. You used skill for the better and the greater good. Lorenza looked up at the girl for confirmation of accuracy. "Aeron and Sohyrgbkuehr.." Avery whispered in her ear. "Aeron and who?" Lorenza asked aloud. "It's blurry," replied Avery.

[Ivonne Lawrence]

Aeron watched the girl's anger rise up like a storm cloud only to disperse is a small rumbling of muttered remarks.

She lay a hand on the girl's shoulder with a knowing smile. 

"Seems you've gone through your fair share, yourself. Although you have come out gifted, it appears. Stronger, anyways. In sorrows and pain there are lessons for those to learn if only one remembers not to let it overcome them." 

Aeron lay a finger on The Magician card. Her eyes gleamed a sea of wistfulness. 

Her mind went elsewhere, to a clearing of trees that hung like corpses, to a rough storm that whipped at her skin and roared its' malice in harmony with her aching bitterness. To several men on the ground, neither asleep or at peace. To blood, hers, theirs, his. To a screeching prayer that seared the skies like lightning as she begged, begged, begged for something she knew not what.

"Sohym." She breathed the name like a prayer, a beacon out of her unpleasant memories. "His name is Sohym. Mine is Aeron." 

Sohym lifted his head out of her lap and rested it on her shoulder, sniffing her temples.

Aeron sniffed away the splintering feeling of tears. "Better and greater good. That's him. So, who are you, intuitive reader?"

[Alexander Baker]

he just sat and watched