Game of Chess [Spade]

[Every]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

* Every shrugged out of her jacket as she stepped into the tavern, her heart turning to look at the newly acquired rip in the sleeve of her shirt from a triggerhappy cop sitting outside. "********." The word was muttered under her breath and with that, she made her way over to an empty table while her hazel eyes searched for a 'meal' as some would call it before taking a seat after her back was set against the wall. Choices were choices, and Doc had suggested she be a little more social, hadn't he?

* Spade was standing at the right side of the door, watching the room with the thumb of his right hand brushing over his lower lip. He watched her walk right by him and heard her mutter. Perhaps if he were paying more attention to reality, rather than ripping the faces off each individual within the walls, he'd have heard the shooting as well. He remained silent, though he inspected her properly.

* Every waited as time went on, setting her jacket against her seat as she inclined her head and studied a few guys that were tall and looked less drunk of the bunch before pursing her lips in debate. She really didn't need alcohol in her system, as the toxins would bother her. Standing up, she smoothed out her shirt and paused, feeling attention on her before glancing in the direction it was coming from and walked towards a red headed man in his early thirties as a smile danced across her lips. "Hey." The two began to talk as she debated on how to feed, to lure him out or to just wait.

* Spade smirked. She was on the prowl. He could tell from the look in her eye. Often he was a bit too observant but it paid off in the long run. What were they talking about? Why did he want to know so badly? Pushing away from the wall, his hand moved into his hoodie pocket, where his pistol laid ready for protection. Or a murder spree. Whichever. His hand rested on the human's shoulder and he spoke in a calm tone, though the kind of calm that brings shivers down your spine. "Take a walk, bub." and as the words fell, he grinned in the direction of the woman. "Her and I have a discussion to look forward to."

* Every had started a conversation about school after the man introduced himself as a Professor, whether or not it was true, the shadow didn't really care. "I'm a Criminology student." She explained, chuckling when she noticed movement and the man from earlier became coming closer, "Dad and I thought it'd be good for me." A lie, but he'd never know. He'd never live to see daylight, if she had her way. And then the stranger spoke and her eyes lifted to him, narrowing slightly in a mild glare as if to ask what he was doing. The Professor glanced to her, glanced to the man and decided to take a hike. "Can I help you?" She asked the second the man was out of earshot.

* Spade locked his gaze with hers. Though, it wasn't a stare-down to see who was tougher. It was more a curious, who are you look into her eyes. "That mans intentions were to drug you and have his way with you, I'm sure you could tell." he spoke in a low tone. A hint of humor in his tone. He leaned close to her, resting his hand on her forearm as he whispered. "Perhaps we should torture him, then you may feed." he proposed. As he began to lean away, his gaze returned to hers and he became entirely focused. His hand remained on her arm and he suddenly felt a connection to her that he didn't feel anywhere else. Examination began as he concentrated on the energy he'd been feeling. As it was pushed into her, and he gave her a pint of blood using his ability, he'd grown rather shakey. It was the first time he'd ever used a power as a vampire, so it left him confused. He tried not to show it.

* Every gave him a look, "It's not as if it'd work." She said quietly, resisting the urge to yank away from him at the touch as she normally would with people, but still tensed enough to give warning. She wasn't entirely too happy her meal had gotten away and she watched the man as she slightly leaned away. However, that stopped when she watched him and felt the familiar sensation of a blood heal before pulling her arm away from habit. "Thank you. Although I can do that myself." She muttered, her hand dusting off the spot. "He can't exactly drug one who will not drink." Mindful of her tone, she stepped back. He smelled familiar, but she knew she hadn't seen him before.

* Spade rolled his eyes at the tension she carried. Though he understood it. He hated being near and around people. Mostly because he couldn't help but to want to slaughter everyone and their families. He seemed to have a thirst to kill that he couldn't explain. "Whether it would work or not, the intent is there. What is it about you that leads me in your direction?" he asked as his eyes slowly returned to her own, locking in place.

[Spade (DELETED 5913)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

* Every rubbed her arm where he had touched her, proceeding to count to ten as she mentally debated about replacing the battery in her taser soon if her nights were going to end up more like this. She chose not to reply about the man's intent to drug her, she couldn't exactly feign victim as she had planned to break his neck after she'd fed and throw him in the river after all. Looking up at the man, Every's eyebrow lifted as she tried to figure out the familiarity... and then it hit her as she smelled it often in the treehouse. "I'm alluring?" She deadpanned, before lifting her shoulders in a shrug, "It could be the scent." She nodded her head at the table she'd claimed and moved back in the direction without saying anything else, taking her space once more.

* Spade made a face. That was a bit personal for him and they'd just met. Though, he did already act like her ...something as he pushed that human away. So maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to make a friend or two. Who knows, maybe she could help. Maybe she could snatch the people, and he could torture them. A two man slaughter team! He smiled at the thought. "Not long." he replied. His eyes inspected her, Every bit he could at least without being perverted. He could tell she stood on arms, ready to do or die. So his finger slid over the trigger of his pistol while it still remained in his pocket.

* Every inclined her head a bit, catching the look and feeling her smirk twist a bit, "You know the person?" She did. It was amusing and Every folded her hands underneath her chin, studying him as he studied her. It was a lot for Every to not collect her phone and send a text to Velveteen and after Bunny had scared her with that damn snowman, the brunette didn't particularly want to return to the Eyrie anytime soon.

* Spade read into her question. Did he know the person, as in who turned him? And did he know them, personally? Outside of a conversation, he knew very little about the world he was stepping in to. So to her question he remained silent. His eyes moved from inspecting her, to staring at the table. Confusion filled his mind as he tried to find the words to reply with, but he had nothing. So his expression went from playful to nothing, and his icey blue eyes lifted back to hers. "For some reason I can not help but to think about death, and slaughtering everyone inside of this town. Even now I sit and think about how pleasent it would be to peel the flesh of your face off your skull. Do you know why that is?" he asked, changing the subject. That was much more simple for him to face.

* Every watched him, waiting and listening to their surroundings. The music playing had a slow beat, unlike to what she normally would listen to and heart beats were moving at faster paces, some keeping in time with the song from a resting pace. It was those heartbeats that she knew belonged to men who chose to drink their evening away and at the man’s question, Every leaned back into the chair. She pushed her hair over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing softly, but unlike before, it was a habit of thought. “You’re a necromancer, so it would explain part of it.” She knew about an obsession of death, suspecting it was simply enhanced, “but, you might be better off asking her. It all affects us differently, I think.”

* Spade kept replaying the word 'her' in his mind. It kind of sounded like a whisper for a moment. "Her and I have much to discuss, I assume." he spoke quietly before narrowing his eyes some. "What is your name." his words came slow, as if he was trying to put everything together. He knew they were connected the moment she walked through the door, but he didn't know how until she paid attention to him. "I am Spade..."

* Every considered on not answering, the desire to make him figure it out over time something that was tempting as she gave a nod of her head at the words. She smirked, leaning forward once more as her arms crossed automatically before resting on the counter top. "Well, Spade, that's for me to know and for you to find out. Isn't it?" With that, Every collected her jacket and stood, her hand adjusting the pistol sitting behind the leather belt on her hips.

* Spade eyed the pistol, and her hand. He gripped the handle of his pistol in turn before he stood and smirked. Refusing to show any of his current emotion about the situation, he remained calm. "I believe I will enjoy playing this game more than you imagine." he replied to her statement. Spade was the kind to enjoy a puzzle, not hold ill will towards it. In his mind, he kept saying Let the games begin, but he knew it wasn't long until he was facing death. He could feel it in his blood. So this made him eager to find out, before then. "I look forward to our next run in, Missy." he named her, temporarily.

* Every chuckled. “It might be sooner than you imagine. Enjoy yourself, Stranger. By the way,” She paused before she started walking towards the door, “The woman? You might be able to find her in the Morgue. She’s a good friend of mine.” Every gave a slight two finger salute, whistling to herself as she went. The man from earlier took notice and began walking over only to receive her hand lifting to blow him off.

[Every]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

12/26

* Spade is sitting in a booth this time, back to the door. He was hunched over, a hand discreetly gripping his shoulder, the other gripping his leg so the sight of blood wasn't too obvious to the crowd surrounding them. He muttered darkly.

* Every had been inside for a while, her brown hair pulled back and away from her face while being secured with a clip after her recent hunt in Ty when she noticed Spade walk in, an amused expression dancing across her features as she noticed the blood. There had been an internal debate for a while to go help the man before eventually she stood, bringing her jacket and bag with her as she moved to where he sat. "Alright, come on. You can tell me what happened later." She nodded towards a room off to the side.

* Spade glanced up at her out of the corner of his eye before he glanced to the room she motioned to. He grunted as he moved to stand from his booth, then moved in a slower than usual pace towards the room. He bumped into a stool on his way, grumbling in anger. Once he got to the door, he leaned against the wall. Remaining silent.

* Every shook her head lightly as he moved, giving a small roll of her eyes, "So, who did you piss off?" She asked as she followed after, beginning to look through her bag for a first aid kit that she carried with her before she kicked the door shut with her foot. Only after she looked him over once more and decided they wouldn't take too long to heal, she removed a pair of tweezers only. "Did you get the bullets out?"

* Spade shook his head, face curling in one of anger when he saw the tweezers. But he had to man up for this one, and it wouldn't be the first time. So he moved to remove the shirt, wincing as the wounds wrinkled up. One bullet in his shoulder, two in his right leg. One in his chest. "Well, three are from police officers. One is a stray bullet from a shoot out between gang members." he muttered before looking at her, he looked like ****. Tired as hell. In slight pain. "Hey, Missy."

* Every lifted an eyebrow when she noted the anger. The smirk across her face was entirely evident and showed her amusement. "Well, aren't you just talented. Why are the cops shooting at you?" She asked, setting her bag and her jacket down before she tucked the tweezers into her pocket as she rolled up her sleeves. Hazel eyes moved over his chest, the brunette not bothering to hide the admiration before she gave a mild glare at the name. "Every." She corrected, removing her zippo from her pocket. "These'll heal, but it's better to get the bullet out now."

* Spade placed his back against the wall once more, closing his icey blue eyes before they were opened once more and locked on hers. As he stood ready for his torturous healing process, his muscles flexed as it took a bit of energy away from him. He didn't say when, he didn't answer her question. He simply placed his shirt between his teeth and gave a bit of a growl into it as he nodded, prepared for the pain he was about to feel.

* Every removed a knife from the waistband of her jeans, adjusting the blade comfortably in her hand before she began to heat up the tip as she walked over to him. It was obvious that she would be enjoying this as she started with the one in his shoulder first, her hand moving to rest against his pectoral as she steadily widened the bullet hole to give herself a better range. Afterwards, she set the handle of the knife between her teeth and collected the tweezers, heating them up before she brushed her fingertips along the skin until she found the bullet and got to work.

* Spade didn't make a sound as soon as she dug the knife into the bullet wound. No. Instead, he flexed further into her hand, his arms, chest. Just became rock solid as he held an unnecessary breath. Though perhaps that was to keep any sound from leaving as the pain pulsated through his body. His hands balled into fists as his eye lids almost closed, but he showed his strength by opening them once more. As if saying, I'm ready for more. And then the tweezers entered his flesh. Then a small Mmmm was rumbled in his throat, but he remained still.

* Every felt the movement and smirked, leaning forward lightly as she watched what she was doing. "Flexing only makes it worse, relax." She'd done this enough on herself, although she generally had something to numb it first. It was only after she began to pull out the bullet that it dawned on her, however, that she still had a flask of whiskey at the bottom of her bag that she hadn't replaced yet. "You didn't kill the cop, right?"

* Spade tried to relax, but as soon as she began to remove the bullet it was all bets off. He was rock solid all over again. To her question he shook his head, but his jaw was tight against his shirt. He was kind of praying she had some sort of escape plan because by the end of this he was going to look completely disgusting to the human race.

* Every pulled the bullet out efficiently and quickly, muttering something under her breath as she removed a silk handkerchief from her pocket. "I'll need this back." It was for a ritual and she'd picked it out of someone's pocket earlier. Holding it against his wound, she flicked one of his arms. "Hold it." She repeated the action to heat up her knife, cutting open the next wound before she started to work on it.

* Spade pressed the hankerchief into his shoulder, then watched her prepare for his chest. Part of him wasn't okay with her dicking around with his chest, mainly because right now he was exposed and easily killable. So what he did was nothing. He had to put trust in her at this point, and the amount of pain he was in he probably couldn't do anything about it anyway. For just a brief moment he tried to relax before that knife did its digging, then he was back to hulk status.

* Every set the knife down, picking up and heating the tweezers as she continued what she was doing. The brunette paused, stepped closer and set her freehand against his collarbone so she wouldn't fall. "Don't get used to this." She meant being close and touching him. Pausing for a moment, she started to press along his chest to find the bullet, sighing when she found it in a completely separate place before she moved her hand, let her fingers morph into claws and skillfully sliced into the skin. She then resumed her digging.

* Spade never minded the closeness of a beautiful woman. Her words actually made him smirk, but as soon as he felt her claw his flesh he grabbed her by the throat in a fit of rage, and instinct. She was digging into his chest without warning, she had to expect this. As he gripped onto her windpipe he slowly realized, she was the only friend, or close to it that he really had. So he let go on his own, and returned to giving her his full trust. Though his hand remained on her throat, it was not squeezing in any way. He was in too much pain to continue moving all over the place.


* Every bared her fangs the second she felt his hand around her throat, hazel eyes narrowing into slits in a very clear warning that he would be getting hit for it later - and hard. It was only when that it relaxed that she moved her hand to collect his arm, relocating it away from her neck to her shoulder. "Don't do that again." She spoke after a few minutes, her hazel eyes moving back to his chest. When she found the bullet, she pulled it out and stepped back to look at his leg, rubbing at her neck to get rid of the feeling. "Ripped pants or dignity. You choose."


* Spade didn't care whether he was going to get hit or not. He loosened his belt though, and dropped his pants. Standing there in his red and black striped boxers. Two bullet holes side by side on his right thigh. Just looking at them pissed him off. After a moment of staring at his wounds, he looked back up at her and returned to his stance, straight up. He knew this was going to suck. He bit a little harder into his shirt, and waited.


* Every sighed. "This would be easier if you were fugly." She voiced, "Make any cracks later and I will beat you into oblivion." The woman pulled her hair over her shoulder and knelt down, her hand moving to rest on the ground as she looked at the wounds. "Could be worse, I've had one on top of the other." She murmured and looked down at her claws, back to the wound. "Think you can resist grabbing me by the throat this time?"


* Spade pulled the shirt from his mouth to reply to her. "You beat me into anything and I'll make sure you never stop hearing about it." he replied. Knowing it would probably just give her the need to cause him more pain than he needed, but he didn't care. He thought she was acting cute. "At least this time I'll expect it." he commented, his eyes locking on hers. He wasn't afraid of this at all. But he wasn't looking forward to it either.

* Every smirked, "I have a fantastic ability to ignore the annoying." This time, that was his warning and she extended her claws momentarily before slashing into his leg, moving directly over the wound and opening it wider before she wiped her claws on the black cloth of her jeans. Afterwards, she began to warm up her tweezers, being able to see the glint of the first bullet.

* Spade had forgotten to replace the shirt in his mouth, so at first, he clenched his teeth together. A small sound of pain could be heard as his hand lifted the shirt up and he bit into it so roughly that he might have jerked slightly. Oops. He finally closed his eyes as he stood, still, as she hacked away at the muscle in his thigh.


* Every scooted forward, propping herself up on her knees as she moved her hand to his leg after her claws retracted, her fingertips morphing back to their normal appearance, but bloody. She held it down, beginning to carefully remove the bullet. "I'm going to start having to carry around numbing agent if you deal with pain this well." Every used the tweezers to scrape away some of the tissue around the bullet before tugging it out more. "At least it'll all look back to normal soon."

* Spade couldn't look at her without wanting to drive his knee into her eye socket until he couldn't move anymore. It was taking a lot of him to stop the urge to release his violent emotions on her, but it was almost over. The painful groan he released reminded him of that. Her words were like a whisper while high speed winds were going by his ears, he barely heard her. His teeth were so deep into his shirt that it was probably, most certainly ruined completely.


* Every worked until the bullets were removed, her hands bloodied to the point she decided she'd be fixing her nails a different color later on the evening as she got tired of red. Dropping the four bullets into her hand, Every stood and wandered to a trash bin before dropping them inside, going to wash her hands right after.


* Spade stood shaking for a moment as he just stared down at his body. If he were human, he most likely would have died tonight. And it made him wonder, what would have happened if he had? Where would he go? Can he die, he's a vampire. But as he heard the sound of the bullets hitting the trash can, he came to and just kind of looked around. "I need a ******* blunt." he spoke in a pained tone.


* Every scrubbed lightly at her hands until they were clean again, returning as she picked at flesh underneath her fingernails casually. "You'll have to meet up with Zoey for that. I don't smoke weed." She removed a box of Marlboro's from her back pocket and tossed them at him before she folded her arms in front of her chest. "Put your pants back on." She rolled her eyes and then began to pack up her stuff.

* Spade tapped the cigarettes down to the floor. He had to go down there anyway to grab his pants, so it made a little sense than trying to catch it and hurt himself. He reached out and grabbed them, then tugged his pants up. Once the fabric grazed his wound, he winced and kept going. You can't stop, or you won't keep going. After fastening his belt, he took a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips. "Lighter?"


* Every picked it up and held it out after, waiting until he'd taken it before she tossed the remaining stuff into her bag. "Should take a day to get rid of all of those, they aren't as bad as what you could get. Some last three days, other last seven. Headwounds are generally the longest I've seen to heal." She explained and scratched idly at her arm, glancing him over to look at the wounds and him in general. "Velveteen isn't going to be happy to hear that you've got cops shooting at your dumb ***."

* Spade raised an eyebrow. "Dumb?" he asked before sparking the flame on the lighter, and puffed the cigarette. Smoke covered his face before he inhaled a cloud, then exhaled very slowly. "I was caught up in this ********. It was just a matter of time. I'll handle it." he spoke as if he already had a plan to get this to stop. Which he did. It was time to lay low if you have the police shooting at you. "Sorry to be a bother." he spoke plain, extending the cigarettes and lighter back to her, another cloud being inhaled only to be released soon after.


* Every waved it away idly, "You aren't being a bother, Curtis, you're family." She tucked the two things back into the pockets of her jeans, collecting his shirt and frowning down at it. "Well. You look like ****." She sighed and then looked around in debate, "Don't suppose you've got an apartment?"

* Spade looked down at her response. This is family. He took another drag from the cigarette before lifting his head and shrugging. "I go between the projects and warehouses. Though I guess the projects are no longer an option for me." it appeared he went there and got shot.

* Every lifted her hand lightly to rub the spot where he'd grabbed, making a mental note to get her taser battery recharged now that she and Micah no longer were at odds with each other. "I've probably got something that can fit you in my apartment, but you probably won't like the way you'll be leaving this place." She lifted her eyebrow.

* Spade just ignored her for a moment. He wanted to enjoy this cigarette before he was told he'd be getting any more wounds added to the night. Cloud after cloud of smoke was exhaled through his nose and mouth before he finally put the cigarette out on the wall, and looked at her. "Just do what you're going to do so we can leave here. I feel about as bad as I look."

* Every moved closer, quietly considering whether or not where to make him land. "I'll teleport you outside, then head to my apartment. It's not far from here and cleaner than my dwelling. Then I'll summon you up." She lifted her shoulders in a light shrug before reaching out to touch his arm, promptly teleporting him out and into the middle of the lake in Honeymead as a bitchy way to get back at him for grabbing her by the throat. Collecting her jacket and removing her car keys from her pocket, Every began making her way with a cheery whistle to the Navigator waiting outside.

* Spade had expected to land directly outside of the bar when she had explained it. But instead, he ended up on some lake where he landed on the ice and slipped directly onto his back. Wincing, quite obviously, due to his wounds up and down his body. He wasn't sure what to do, because the ice was cracking and if he'd moved he could make it much worse. But as soon as he thought of the word, worse, the ice broke, and he fell through into the freezing water. Oh, he was properly pissed. Swimming in ice water with wounds in his chest, shoulder, and leg. He could smack her right now, but once he had climbed onto the shore and began walking in the direction he was told to walk, he muttered dark curses to himself. Because the revenge was beautiful. And even he loved it. But she was still a *****.

* Every hummed to herself when she parked the Navigator not too much longer after he'd hauled himself out of the water and moved to West Towers as she pulled her jacket off for the second time that night, running her fingertips through her hair to straighten it out. She smiled at her neighbor, nodding at the man politely as he stepped off the elevator and held it open as she stepped inside. Pressing the right button, Every leaned back into the wall and waved as the doors clicked shut before she attempted to summon Spade with a smirk immediately replacing the smile as she waited with each floor.


* Spade went from walking towards the building to standing in an elevator with her. He turned and looked at her for a long moment, and before she could say anything he just grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back into the wall of the elevator. He might have been a little frustrated from all the bullets, the loss of blood, the swimming in ice after falling on it, the teleporting, the summoning. She was playing with him, so this was the only thing he could really do to her. "No more ice baths." he muttered.

* Every blinked, her eyebrows pushing together as she looked up at him and resisted the urge to laugh. It was difficult and before she could resist herself, Every leaned up and gently curled her arms around his shoulders. She smirked, inclining her head as she idly pressed her body into his. "Hm... is that so? Maybe we'll have to find a way to warm you up." Every leaned up as if she were going to press a kiss to his jaw and then immediately teleported him once more... right out into the water for pinning her.


* Spade blinked, too, actually. What was happening. He pins her, she loves it. He was confused, there had to be more to this story. But just as she was supposed to press her lips against his jaw, he kind of tensed, then next thing you know. SPLASH. "****." he screamed soon after before returning to the path he took the time before. Once he had began to walk, he realized. His phone was ruined. "Bitches." he muttered to himself.

* Every snickered as she remained in the elevator, leaning back into the wall while her eyes fell shut and she waited. Upon reaching her floor, Every went to the door and let herself in before grabbing a pair of men's sweatpants and a teeshirt from a box in her closet, tossing it onto the table. Afterwards, she summoned him once more and beelined back for her bedroom, shutting the door behind her so that she would be able to change in peace.


* Spade went from walking along to appearing in her living room. "Oh, what the fu-." he stopped. She had been nice enough to give him clothes. Could this throwing him to the lake stuff be a little fun as much as a punishment? He kind of hoped so. He limped his way over to the table and grabbed the sweats, then immediately removed the wet clothing he had on. It was painful as hell, especially because wet clothes sticks to your flesh. So she could probably hear him cursing through her bedroom door as he put the sweatpants on. He was keeping the shirt off. His torso was in too much pain for that. Maybe when he heals he'll slip it on.

* Every could definitely, and she considered telling him that there was a knife in the kitchen... but decided against it as she changed into a long sleeved tee that had 'Quicksilver' written down the left sleeve in white and then a pair of worn and torn blue jeans. "Let me know when you're decent." She called, taking out her hair clip as she went to retrieve her hairbrush from the dresser.

[Spade (DELETED 5913)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

* Spade turned to look at her as soon as he heard her voice. It was until then he had no idea she was even watching him. So distracted by all of the plants. As his eyes wandered all over. "I've heard of that. Tytonidae." he replied. "It'd be hard to be in a bad mood in here, I bet. ...I was also wondering if it was cool I didn't wear a shirt. You know.." he motioned to his chest and shoulder. "Once this is all done, I'll put it on." he then returned to his inspection of her home, and he remembered. "...Thank you, Every." he couldn't disrespect her. With or without an ice bath. She'd been a great help to him. "How many places do you own? I never really owned anything. I used to rent out a lot." he confessed, though even then, it was never in his name.


* Every nodded lightly. "We're pretty awesome." And according to most of the idiots in the city, she thought, psychopaths without the capability of remorse. "You're fine. There's bandages in the bathroom, but it's close to being healed, even with what I've done." She nodded to his shoulder were it could be seen that it was repairing itself. "You're welcome." Removing her shoes, Every padded into the kitchen to collect two glasses, setting them down before she went to get a bottle of Knowledge. To his question, she was silent for a few moments and considered it. "Where I'm from, I own a stupio and a house." The first had been left to her by her brother in his will. The second in her mother's. "Here? Two apartments, one dwelling, one cabin, one hut." She had to count and poured them each some blood before she went to flop down on the couch comfortably, setting her back against the edge of it so she would be able to see him and the front door.


* Spade watched her for a moment as she moved to the couch with her glass. Soon after, he set his gaze upon his bloody and soaked clothes. As he pondered what to do with them, he set her words inside his head on a loop so he could understand them properly. Four bullet wounds and a loss of blood can make things difficult for one to think straight, especially when the scent was in the air. "All those places... Which one is your favorite, if you had to pick." he was curious, but also wanted a distraction from the feel of his flesh repairing itself. Every so often he'd glance at the glass of blood she'd poured for him, but he had a funny feeling taking things from people for free.


* Every pursed her lips lightly, not needing to think about it. "Tie between my hut and the cabin." She liked The Eyrie because she found solace sitting amongst the branches, listening to the wind through the leaves and watching her faction mates live comfortably amongst each other. Her cabin was out of the way, but she liked the quiet and the distance. The way she could look out her window and see nature. "Have you boosted your blood?" She asked, glancing at the wounds on his chest.


* Spade nodded once. "I did after the third gun shot." he replied before thinking some. "Other than the bonfire, I've never been to a cabin before. I spent most of my life in the city." he decided to shed some light on his past before he finally caved and wrapped his hand on the glass of blood, setting a twenty dollar bill on the counter in return. "Why do you help me, Every?" he asked in a light, curious tone. He turned to face her, holding the glass before taking a gulp. Mmm, he needed it, too.


* Every settled comfortably into her spot before motioning for him to either sit near her or in a chair by the table. She chose not to say anything as he put the money down, a light shake of her head said enough. "I help you because Velveteen means a lot to me. Both she and Micah do." The woman reached up to scratch at the side of her neck, considering her words. "I help you because you're in Andras and I have a lot to make up for."


* Spade could probably use a seat. He'd been fighting and standing for a long while now, so he did as she suggested and moved sit on the couch with her. He took her words in and nodded. "I get that. Loyalty. And it's noble, I would probably do the same thing." he muttered before looking at her. "You look out for me though." he spoke his mind, that's how he felt. She invited him into her home, gave him blood, dug bullets out of his body, and played pranks on him to teach him lessons. "I don't object, I just like to know the intentions of people around me."


* Every lifted her shoulders and dropped them out. "I look out for those in Andras and Tytonidae. They've taught me a lot about family in two years." Almost two and a half, now, she noted silently as her hazel eyes landed on the calendar to note the date. "You give what you get." The woman had no intentions and it was evident across her features as she lifted her shoulders once more. "Blood goes deeper these days than anything."


* Spade looked ahead as he took another gulp from his glass of blood, then sat back into her couch. "You're interesting, Every. Truly." he set his glass down on the table in front of him before he looked over his wounds on his torso. "How long I gotta lay low to fix this, you think." he asked in search of guidance here. Perhaps if he could control his need to kill, he wouldn't be in this mess. But he wasn't ready to admit that yet.

* Every scratched at the side of her neck awkwardly. "That's one way to put it." She shifted in her seat, clearly becoming uncomfortable as she took a sip from her glass. At his question, she lifted her shoulders and dropped them again. "You'll have to ask Vel what she thinks, it varies depending on the amount, I think. Why are you killing gangsters, anyway?" Her eyebrow lifted lightly.

* Spade noted her level of discomfort, but it didn't really bother him. It used to, when people would feel awkward. But when she asked her question, he became uncomfortable and just tapped his finger against his knee. "**** happens." he spoke just as soon as that finger stopped. He wasn't going to admit that he couldn't control his urge to kill them. They weren't food, he didn't want their money or belongings. He just wanted to see them dead. He could say the stray bullet that hit him justifies his actions, but he wasn't even going to try and make an excuse. So he just didn't really answer it. Though, he prepared to be dropped in an ice bucket once more.

* Every lifted an eyebrow. She debated about reaching for her cellphone and texting her female sire, as well as Micah. It wouldn't be hard to reach, really, it was just a matter of doing so. "There are other things to kill. Ferals. Zombies." She lifted her shoulders in a shrug, "Less likely to get you shot and fucked over with in the end. Killing gangsters draws attention to what we are, and in the end, it can get you killed."

* Spade closed his eyes for a moment before nodding. "I've killed them, too. As well as the animals inside of the hunting grounds. I've been doing a lot of killing, lately." he stated. "Though I didn't leave any sign that I was a vampire. I didn't feed off of any of these gangsters. Only shot them. Perhaps I need to take on a hobby to distract myself." he too shrugged before looking at her. "Do you live with anyone here?"

* Every shook her head, sighing, "Doesn't matter. There's ways of being seen. Noted. Humans aren't the only things we have to worry about, Curtis. There are vampires that are against the masquerade." She set her glass aside and pulled her knees to her chest, watching the man. "My childer have access. I only come here on occasion, really." Usually to dye Phoenix's hair or to grab something, but he doesn't have to know that. The apartment has off memories for her, most of which she ignores now, but she doesn't shake all of them.

* Spade watched her as she spoke about the humans and vampires. It was understandable why their secrecy was so important, and she was right. There are cameras everywhere that can take note of everything he does. People hack into those things and that could rise an issue for him in the future. "...I'll do better in the future. Survival is important to me, and I'd rather not do it alone. I'll go back to the qz later. So what kind of hobbies do you have, Every? I don't know much about you, and I tend to see you all the time."

* Every leaned back after, closing her eyes as she relaxed on her couch. "I'm not the one you'll be pissing off or disappointing if you get yourself caught." She drummed her fingernails on her knees as she considered his question. "I guess you'll just have to figure them out, hm?" She opened one eye before debating for a few minutes on giving him a straight answer. "I'm a thief. And I'm starting to think you stalk me with how often we run into each other because I sure as hell don't stalk you."


* Spade just stared at her for a moment. Stalk her? "If you remember correctly, you ran into me tonight. Perhaps it's you who is the one doing the stalking." he counter-accused. "I mean, the way you looked at me earlier kind of explained why you would." he picked at her before smirking, giving a side-glace to see just how dark of a glare she was giving him. Because he knew it was a glorious one.


* Every narrowed her hazel eyes, and if it were possible the woman would be bristling before she raised her hand quickly, a shadow jumping immediately to pierce the floor between his feet, dangerously close to his right one. "Don't flatter yourself, blue eyes. You aren't that attractive." The shadow disappeared after her words, leaving a hole as if she had just thrown a knife instead.

* Spade watched the shadow after it had pierced the floor beside his foot. He smirked, even as she spoke, he could tell it would be the thorn in her side for a long time. "I was only pointing out that the only one with motive here is you." he spoke, hands slowly raising in the surrender stance as he faced her so that smirk could be shown in all its glory.


* Every gave him a look that made it clear that she was debating between punching him or teleporting him back into the lake. It wasn't too long after the last two, so she doubted that it had frozen back over. She'd seen someone ice fishing earlier in the evening in that very spot. But, rather than attack him, Every inclined her head and gave a smirk, "I didn't exactly see you not enjoying the way I was looking at you, nor did I hear any complaints with my hands on you." She took a drink of her glass, "Or when I was very close to you in that elevator."

* Spade narrowed his eyes as she bit back at him. Especially about the elevator. "I never want to speak of the elevator again." he replied before lifting his glass for a drink as well. "I'm the guy. I'm supposed to enjoy when a woman eyes my abs. It's a plus when she's gorgeous." he muttered, turning to sit straight once more so he wouldn't have to see the victory grin on her face. "Shut up." he spoke before she could reply with any sort of smart *** comment.


* Every smirked, triumphant. "You got teleported out of an elevator by a five-foot-five tall brunette that caught you off guard and caused your *** to land in a cold lake. Must suck to be you." She set the glass down and then folded her arms in front of her chest while she studied him, noting the way his wounds were starting to scar. Her eyebrows pushed together, not seeing that before before the word gorgeous caught her attention and the brunette looked at him, blinking. That had caught her off guard and she remained expressionless despite the smirk on her lips to hide it.

* Spade side glanced at her to catch her eyes on his scarring flesh. He looked at it and stared for a moment. He didn't think he could scar, and at that moment, he was thankful he wasn't shot in the face. He'd never be able to feed again. But very slowly, a smirk began to play on his lips as he noted how silent she fell. But he didn't rub this one in her face, just because some of them you have to let the other enjoy. "It would have sucked if she left me out there on my own in my current condition. I must have felt all muscley when you were helping me." he teased to distract her from the whole reason she was silent.

* Every gave a roll of her eyes at his words, appreciative of the distraction as she let out a small snort. "You wouldn't die in the water. You aren't critical, nor are you drained of blood." At the mention of muscles, she swept her gaze over him once more before she lifted her shoulder and dropped it. "It's not all that impressive when you know how young of a vampire the guy is and knowing that you can easily throw him over your shoulder without any difficulty." Her eyebrows lifted innocently before she stood, adjusting her shirt while she went to get the bottle of blood.

* Spade smirked at her. She had him in every corner they turned in this conversation. "Touche, Every. I am still weak. But I can only get stronger. And I intend to do just that." he finished his glass before resting the bottom on his thigh, watching her walk to get the bottle of blood but did it with class. He didn't whistle or comment. He just grinned and turned his head to look straight soon after.

* Spade smirked at her. She had him in Every corner they turned in this conversation. "Touche, Every. I am still weak. But I can only get stronger. And I intend to do just that." he finished his glass before resting the bottom on his thigh, watching her walk to get the bottle of blood but did it with class. He didn't whistle or comment. He just grinned and turned his head to look straight soon after.


* Every waved her hand idly, "You're still young, but I'll always be stronger." She teased and then rolled her eyes when she felt his eyes on her back. "Taking a picture might allow you to savor the moment." Grabbing the bottle, she turned back around and walked back in his direction, lifting her eyebrow. "Enjoy the view?"


* Spade laughed. "Absolutely." he replied, having nothing smart to say about that. When caught, you confess guilt and continue on. Unless you have an argument to give back. He glanced as she walked back, had to have some class and not make it obvious when he was checking her out. "I look forward to growing. Purely so I can throw you over my shoulder with no struggle, if all else fails for me." he spoke as if he had any idea of his goals. He just knew he wanted to eventually be able to make a difference. He also knew there was a process.

* Every watched him lightly, trying to figure something out silently as her eyes narrowed lightly. "You confuse me. I can't tell if I want to kiss you or beat the **** out of you sometimes." She said bluntly before moving to sit down and then lifted her shoulders in another shrug as she collected her glass to pour herself more, holding it out after. "Usually it's the latter." She clarified and narrowed her eyes a bit more at the man.

* Spade shrugged as well. "I guess you have to weigh your options, but..." he paused, glancing down at his torso to see the scarring of her claws, the bullet where it had struck. He kind of laughed at this because it was the official first memory he had in Harper Rock. "Perhaps you want to beat the **** out of me because you want to kiss me." and after he spoke, he just kind of smiled at her briefly before he stood. "I should probably find myself somewhere to sleep."

* Every lifted her shoulder in a small shrug, showing that she wasn't entirely sure one way or another. When he didn't take the bottle, she tucked it before her and watched him lightly, her head inclining as she did. "You can stay here if you want. I don't sleep here." She motioned in the direction where she knew Cherrydale to be, "I sleep in The Eyrie. Have since Pratt killed me last year."

* Spade shook his head some. "If I have raised any alerts, and with the cops looking for me I'm sure they checked the cameras of where the shootouts were. Sure they saw me go in the bar, and so on. I'll find somewhere to tuck myself in." he then started to walk towards the pile of his destroyed clothes and gathered them into his arms, then after he began to walk towards the door. He set the clothes down and paused a moment, then turned and moved back in her direction. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips with no warning, this way she could both kiss him and beat his ***.

* Every rolled her eyes, pointing towards the security system that she had settled on her doorstep. "Not to mention, they didn't see you leave, idiot. You were still in the bar the last time anyone knew." She shook her head as he began to walk before she adjusted to sprawl if he wasn't going to stay before pausing when she heard him coming back. Every went to ask him what he forgot before she felt his lips on hers, her eyes widening. Immediately, her hands went to his chest and she openly slapped her palm against the gash she'd made earlier, pulling back. "Good night, Curtis." She said flatly before teleporting him out, her anima depleted for the evening. This time, however, rather than the lake, she picked a spot where she knew her wraith to be hovering beside a giant pile of snow.

* Spade smirked as soon as she placed her hand against the same place she'd ripped in to. He knew he was either going to get hurt, or teleported back to the lake. But when he landed in a mound of snow, he just kind of laughed a little. "See. Already softening up, Every." he teased, as if she could hear him, then just looked from left to right. Where was he going to go for the night? He trailed along until he eventually found an abandoned building and took shelter there. Thank God he was a vampire, and the cold weather didn't matter.

[Every]

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* Every made a face lightly as she wiped the black blood off of her blade, using the hem of her button down blouse as a polish rag for the time being. It was already splattered with blood from ferals and fadebeasts, a few tears littering the rest of her clothes indictating that for the most part, she'd have a rougher night. As her cell phone rang for the second time that night to look at a text from Phoenix, she began walking towards the Asylum exit as she debated about showering and going out to dance.


* Spade had been trapped in one of his murderous attitudes, marching from building to building in the quarantine zone and lighting the place up, shooting everything that moved towards him when he walked by them. Mostly zombies, a few feral vampires. The look in his eyes was one of an unsatisfied serial killer. He couldn't stop, and he really wanted to go to living things. Those gangsters made him feel great at the end of the day. As he was on his way to the Asylum next, he saw her across the way and tried to hide his face. Not because of the night, but because of his inability to control his need to kill. So he put his hood up.


* Every adjusted the weapon from her hand to its resting spot behind the belt she wore around her hips, Spade being the last thing on her mind after he'd kissed her despite Desdemona'd been asking about it all night. The wraith liked to harass her a little too much until being dispelled across the city, so when she heard footsteps approaching in her direction, she didn't think it would have been him. She didn't consider the possibility until hazel eyes lifted and she caught sight of his familiar swagger before they returned to the Galaxy S5, typing out a reply before she pressed send and turned to the left, making her way towards another corridor of the abandoned building.


* Spade was off the hook. Sweet. She was busy, he thought. So he figured it'd be best if he just went into the next room. Within a moment, a bunch of gun shots were heard and he exited the area to move forward. Anything in his sight. His barrel was aimed, and the trigger was pulled. He was worse than a dog tasting blood for the first time because he couldn't stop, he refused to. His eyes were narrowed , perhaps even an angry grunt Every now and then when the trigger was pulled back.


* Every tucked her phone away, the weight of the device resting against the other in her pocket as she listened to the gunshots in the other room. She rolled her eyes, summoning her wraith to her side before she looked to where the former vampire was. "My plans were ruined, why don't you locate another feral for me while I wait here?" She asked in a bored tone, reaching up to scratch at the side of her neck. The wraith gave her a look before a bullet went through an open door and she felt her ring grow hot, warning her to move. Frustration flowed through her immediately and in a tone that showed her annoyance, Every shouted out, "Spade!"


* Spade was looting a body when he heard his name called out. And the tone, too? Christ. He was either in serious trouble, or she was furious in general. He stood, watching the body with a hopeful look, wanting it to move or give a sign of life so he could shoot it again. But when it just laid there, he turned and walked in the direction of her rage. Once he set eyes on her he stood still and just raised an eyebrow. Gun in palm. "....What." he spoke, like, Can't you see I'm hunting?


* Every looked at the bullet that had punched into the wall, her fingertips curling around it before she pulled it out and waited patiently. Desdemona waited, lingering beside the brunette as she threw the bullet directly at him. "Try -not- to shoot me, next time?" She rolled her eyes before turning and heading in the direction of the door, muttering profanity under her breath in Spanish.


* Spade just kind of stood there as the bullet hit him. That was the seventh time he'd been hit with a bullet in the last week. He figured she was having a hard night, so he just spoke out. "I'm sorry, Every." and for once, wasn't staring at her ***. He reached into his pocket to retrieve the pack of random menthols from his pocket to pull out a joint. Placing it between his lips, he lit it then turned around. His gaze searching for something to kill in a distraction from her hurting. Clearly she wanted to be left alone.


* Every blinked. That was one of the least things that she expected and rather than continue marching away, she turned and faced him, her arms folding in front of her chest as she looked at him. "Sorry for what?"


* Spade sighed as she turned around. He kept puffing away on his joint as his hand clutched its weapon. He was in search for something to kill. He answered her, but did not turn around. "For almost shooting you. For kissing you last night. For whatever else I've done to anger you in the past week. I aint tryin to deal with the **** so get done what you gotta do to get over it all." he didn't know about how bad of a day she was having, so that may have cost him a bit. But oh well.


* Every scowled lightly, "You've only done those two things, and you can't just kiss a girl to kiss her. Especially one that isn't fond of physical contact in the first place." She could smell the weed and lifted her arm to cover her nose, ceasing her breathing. Sure it made it a little hard to talk, but still. Shaking her head, she debated for a moment before focusing for a spear of shadows to shoot up from the ground and disarm him.

* Spade scowled in return. His gun was slashed from his hand, and he tensed. Turning around slowly, he finally faced her. He stood his ground. "I didn't kiss you just to kiss you. I kissed you because you did something for me that not many have done before. I might have over-stepped, but it was worth it to me. So whatever." he side-glanced at his pistol, in case he needed to shoot anything. Not her, directly.


* Every looked slightly amused, her arm hiding the small smirk that had cross her lips as he turned around. She lifted her eyebrow at his words, though, unsure what to make of it as she remained silent.


* Spade just kind of stood there, making a face before he turned back around. Now he was a little pissed, too. And his eyes were scanning for his next target. She didn't have anything to say, then neither did he. But he knew he was going to eventually need his pistol if he wanted to do any sort of damage to anything. One thing at a time, though. He inhaled a large amount and after a minute a cloud was released into the air in front of him. Then repeat cycle.


* Every glanced to Desdemona, the wraith rolling her eyes. "I didn't go easy on you. You were wearing my sweatpants." She finally said before turning around, "Night Spade." She said, heading back out to the exit where she'd been going.

* Spade just knelt down to clutch his pistol. "Night, then." he muttered before cocking the piece back and standing. He remained still and kept puffing on his joint as his eyes closed. He needed a minute to regain his thoughts, clear his mind. Then it hit him. "Hey, wait a minute. How did you hear me." he called back to her.

* Every heard Desdemona snort as she stopped and rolled her eyes. She turned to face him, "My wraith was there when you landed. Her mind is linked to mine, so I can see and hear anything she wears. For example, right now she's standing in front of you." She explained, shifting focus so she would be able to see through the dead vampire's eyes. "Do you even get high?"

* Spade nodded, that would make sense. "I'll buy you new ones." he spoke. It's not like he's broke, he just lives that way to save money. "Why does it matter what I feel, I still smoke regularly." he replied before just tossing it down out of respect for her, and stepping on it. "Want to tell me what has you all amped up?"

* Every shook her head lightly, to his question and to gain back her own sight. While I was useful, it just gave her a headache sometimes and it was only after he put it down did she lower her arm from her nose. "It seems like a waste of time and effort if your body can't feel it." She shrugged, exhaling a little bit of air at once. "Not in particular, really."

[Spade (DELETED 5913)]

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* Spade sighed as well. He was tired, and angry, and had this undying urge to kill something that he couldn't shake. It made his hand shake slightly, but he was trying to hide this. "It gives me something, and that's all that matters. You don't have to be around me if you don't want to be, Every." he spoke plainly. He could hear heart beats in his head. He just wanted to kill something alive, so terribly. Zombies were ******** to him.

* Every folded her arms in front of her chest once more, shifting her weight. "I don't know what's annoying me, there's too much to pinpoint it. Yes. You kissing me bothered me, but more so because I don't know if I liked or disliked it. Secondly, my sword is giving me issues, growing weaker. I use it a lot. If I didn't want to be near you, I wouldn't talk to you. I wouldn't respond to you."

* Spade rose the hand holding his gun to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I won't kiss you again until you know you want me to, then. Like I said. I only did it because it felt right to me. Is there a way you can make your sword stronger? And is there anything I can personally do right now to make you feel better?" he turned back around to face her, hand falling to his side as his gaze locked with hers.

* Every squinted at him, trying to figure that out before she decided to let the thought fall aside. Something told her if she questioned it too much, it'd give her a migraine and she already planned to talk to someone that might irritate her further on in the evening. "No, and..." She debated on it. She was still annoyed from the kiss and after a moment, she removed a cellphone from her pocket. She looked at it, looked at Spade, and then pursed her lips in consideration.

* Spade blinked. Why did she look at her phone? He looked from her phone, back to her, then her phone again. "...What's on the other end of that screen." he questioned before locking his gaze with hers once more. His gun was placed between his waistline and his flesh as he walked towards her. He kept his hands up in the I surrender stance to show he wasn't going to cross her line again.

* Every tapped her fingertip against the phone, watching him as she glanced between it and Spade in debate. Pro was she'd be getting payback. Con was, well. She was sure she'd be that kid kicking the hornet's nest. It was only until his hands were raised that she tucked it back away. "Nothing, just waiting for an email." She lied smoothly, inclining her head as she frowned. "Anyway, why were you shooting like a dumb ***, are you that terrible of a shot?"

* Spade knew she lied to him. He could tell by the way she frowned that something was going on, but he ignored his curiosity to find out. Mainly because her question made him face the reality that he can't control his urge to kill. "...I was rampaging." he confessed. The trail of bodies he'd left behind were evidence enough to prove he wasn't a poor shot. Just shot too much. "I.. I can't stop it."

* Every shook her head lightly, "You need to talk to Vel about it because it is something she'd worry about. She'd probably handle it better, too, given she is a Necromancer, but also a really awesome leader. She knows what she's doing and if you don't want to talk to her about it, Micah may be one to help." She explained, "At least you can admit it though."

* Spade kind of figured she'd say that to him. And he never had any intentions of talking to anyone about it, so he lied when he replied with "Yeah, I'll do that." As he took in a breath, he placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, only to suck back a small amount and exhale soon after. He looked her over for a moment to try and take in her emotions, figure out where her head may be at as he took in another cloud of smoke. He extended his pack to offer one in return for the smoke she gave him the other night.

* Every gave him a look, "If you don't, I will. If you go feral, we will hunt your *** down and kill you, Curtis. We've done it to family before, and they've done it to me." She remembered that first night too easily, as it had been one of the first nights she really met Vel... and upset Micah. "And regardless of where you're from, The Shadow Realm ain't no walk in the park." She held up her hand to decline it politely. "Thank you, though."

* Spade thought about that. The possibility of him having to be put down because of how feral he'd become eventually. As he pocketed his pack of cigarettes, he repeated the process of smoking. Making sure the smoke didn't go in her face. He didn't know what to say to her about that so he just adverted his gaze from hers and kept on smoking. Tapping the ash beside him. "I've not left the quarantine zone since the police waged war on me for my killing spree in the projects. It's just not enough. It doesn't feel the same as making someone take their last breath. I never felt this before, so I'm confused to why I feel it now. But I am controlling it, sort of."

* Every rolled her eyes and moved to find a piece of wall that was stable before leaning into it. She watched him quietly, fixing the shirt she wore over a black tank top and listened to him. "Like Vel said, some things are enhanced. Violence can be different, emotions are triggered. It's how our paths are decided. Certain things make you different which makes you a necromancer. They're different from what caused me to be a shadow, Micah to be a Killer."

* Spade sighed, watching the cigarette between his fingers as she spoke. Maybe he really would have to talk to his sire about this, but he hated to bother people with things that seemed to be simple questions for everyone else to answer. He kept on thinking about that Shadow Realm place, and how it would feel to be in there. What it would be like. What would happen if he never came back from it, would he control this feeling there? Either way, he was going to have to control it somewhere. So starting here would be smart. "I will figure this out. So you don't have to kill me, or add more to the scarring."

* Every wondered about that, "There aren't many vampires that I've seen do that, scar that is. I noticed it the other night, that was why I was staring." It was part of it, but pride didn't allow her to admit otherwise. "My body doesn't handle toxic things well. Medicines, illnesses, poison chemicals, weed. It makes me sick." Some more than others, "Medicines, well, don't, but they still can be felt. Alcohol in the bloodstream, as well."

* Spade shrugged. "I don't get it. Weed gives me a slight buzz, depending on how much I smoke. Then I'll feel it. Cigarettes don't really do **** for me, I just know they can't hurt me now and don't care. They fill time. Distract me when I'm stressed." he confessed, his eyes locking on hers for a moment before shrugging. He knew how she felt about his looks. It was obvious. "Is it too late to take you up on that offer? To spend the night?"

* Every reached into her back pocket for her keys, digging out the keychain before she searched through them and held one out. "Crash on the bed or the couch, I don't care which. I'll be over in the Eyrie or my cabin if needed. You've got my number, but its on the fridge."

* Spade stared at the key for a long moment before taking it from her. He was hesitant because he was more afraid of being surrounded by people than he lead on. He'd probably only go there Every so often anyway. "Thank you. Want me to strike a pose to show my gratitude?" he teased, trying to lighten the mood. Hopefully she'd be able to laugh a little, on the inside.

* Every gave a small shake of her head, "No, you're good." She offered a small smile, "Anyway, my childer have their own places so there won't be any traffic." She scratched at her arm lightly, glancing towards Desdemona as the wraith headed towards the castle where she'd continue her training for the evening. "I'll be seeing you."

* Spade slipped the key into his pocket and watched her for a moment longer before nodding and taking a step back. "Yup." he replied, nodding to her as a goodbye as he watched her. He smirked a little, that feeling of murderous rampage being lifted for just a moment.