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

Mia-Rose: Soft, gentle, comforting – music pounded through her ears as Mia-Rose faced off against a rouge vampire. Fighting was just like dancing, it was a series of steps that when brought together gave the desired result and so she twirled to evade the claws coming towards her, twisted to dodge the blows that would have decapitated her and leaped back to avoid the swipes that would have disemboweled her. Some of her fellow hunters often taunted the vampires they fought, tried to catch them off guard with a well-timed insulate – Mia-Rose was different, instead of taunting with words she toyed with the vampires; let them think they were winning before delivering the death blow.

“I’ve got you now little girl.” The music drowned out the acidic sound of the creature’s words but Mia knew how to lip read and the words brought a twitch to her lips. If there was one thing you could rely on vampires having it was an abundance of arrogance. Mia had yet to meet a vampire who did think they would have the upper hand on her…not one yet had managed to put her out of commission for longer than a week, this one would be just the same.

Diving out of the way of a well-aimed attack Mia rolled towards the alter of the church…maybe she should have been more careful, maybe she should have looked where she was going – but she didn’t. Just like her prey she had become arrogant and now she would pay for it. A loud cracking sound was heard as her head connected with the stone of the alter and before she could fully get her wits about her the vampire was smirking in her face posed ready to finally kill the Ballerina.

Verne: Verne hadn’t had a lot of time to himself lately what with work and The Order and the long weekend spent moving into his new dwelling with his partner Dom; things had been a little hectic. He had gone outside for a bit of peace and quiet. It was cold but the air was crisp and refreshing, sharp in the man’s lungs but welcome after the days spent inside tying up loose ends and finishing paper work that needed to be done.

Dae had informed the man of a stealth raid in the area and after one or two failed attempts, Verne decided to call it quits for the night and start the long walk home. Stepping into the woods Verne noticed the old abandoned church tucked away and overgrown just a few hundred metres from the edge of the city. He sat down on an old stump and lit a cigarette, the air a lot cooler in here where the evergreen canopy trapped the cold.

The tall Paladin was chasing the smoke from his lungs as his breath was forced through his nose; that was when he heard the cracking sound. It was subtle out here but alarming all the same, making him turn his head quickly, an array of wayward golden hair propelled through the cold air to crash against his face as it stopped suddenly, blue eyes pinning the ancient building in front of him.

Verne drew his sword and went to the door, slipping inside with the stealth of a lion silently hunting his prey. He saw what looked like a Vampire from the back, standing in front of the altar, reaching out to a woman on the floor. Not sure that he could close the distance between them in time he pulled a dagger from his belt and hurled it towards the creature. The blade struck the Vampire in his right shoulder causing him to turn wildly and face where his newest threat stood. “Scum!” The Paladin hissed his nose filled with that deathly smell that followed the dead wherever they went; a smell only Paladins seemed to pick up on.

Mia-Rose: Mia-Rose had two choices, either accept her death as inevitable or work out how to get out of this situation…one was not really an option and the other looked to be impossible. “Mia, are you joining me?” A soft whisper brushed against her throat and she knew her brother was there with her, it was that which made her decide to find some way out – if she died then so would her brother, truly this time. Mia shook her head slightly, making no noise as she did so – it was time to use her brain to good use.

Laying there facing the creature Mia tried hard to come up with something, anything that would get her out of this alive. Saliva was dripping from the monster’s lips as it stared down at her, dripping down onto her cheek but she made no move as she just continued to shift around in her mind, looking for anything that could save her from her fate. There had to be –something- in this mess she called a brain, anything at all would do about now!

It was just as she was starting to panic (not that it showed on her face, emotion never showed on her face unless she let it) that she heard the door open. The vampire seemed unaware that someone had joined them; she needed the vampire to be distracted and the moment she thought that a dagger came flying out of nowhere and hit the vampire in the shoulder. This was her chance, as the vampire turned to look at the new threat she slipped her dagger out of the thigh sheath and dug it straight into the vampire’s heart in one quick move.

“Time to sleep.” Her voice was gentle as she slipped out from under the surprised vampire’s body. She waited for it to dust before retrieving her dagger and sticking it back into her thigh sheath – most girls wore short skirts for fashion she wore them for flexibility as well as out of necessity. “Thank you.” She still hadn’t looked up from straightening her knife, hoping the person would leave quickly now that she was safe…her social skills were sorely lacking.

Verne: Verne’s stance shifted to one that said’ I’m ready and if you aren’t you’re dead,’ but before he needed to make use of his mastery of martial arts, the creature dissipated before his eyes, leaving the two daggers that had been plunged into his body lying on the floor. The stranger retrieved her dagger and Verne straightened up, sheathing his sword before he made his way up to the altar slowly where he would be able to collect the dagger.

He stopped a few metres from the woman, his azure gaze looking at and seeing through her as if he could look through the flesh to see his dagger behind her. “Are you okay?” He asked and even made eye contact with the woman before nearing her still.

The man standing over six foot crouched down to pick up his dagger and hooked it into its keep on his belt before putting his hands on his hips. Without looking at Mia be spoke. “That was really dangerous, playing with the undead in a church where no one might have been around to help you. If I was a better person I wouldn’t have stopped outside for a cigarette and you would have been that thing’s dinner by now.”

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

Mia-Rose: The steady click of shoes let her know that the person hadn’t let, Mia left the panic rise inside of her as she looked up to catch sight of a large male coming closer to her. Logically she knew he was coming for the dagger he had thrown and it was only that logic that stopped her from reaching back into her thigh sheath and grabbing her dagger back. Since her brother’s death ten years ago she had become something of a hermit, preferring her own company…and that of the ghosts that lived in her home.

“I am perfectly fine.” She lied; her head was spinning and she was pretty sure she had a concussion but the man didn’t have to know that. Shaking hands brushed down the silk shirt she wore, looking for tears and dusting off the dirt – luckily it was a black shirt or she would have to throw it. “And I knew what I was doing, I had a plan.” Again she was lying but she refused to admit that she hadn’t been about to save herself.

Reaching up she unclipped her blonde hair from its hold on top of her head and shook it out. It was still late enough for a few vampires to be out and she was feeling in the mood to go a couple more rounds – concussion or not. “See you on the flip side.” Waving her hand behind her she made her way towards the door…and only managed to get half way before a painful spike of agony had her on her knees with her head in her hands.

Verne: As the woman stepped away from him his eyes found the blood on the altar and he spun just as she went to her knees. Verne ran to the woman’s side and set his large open hands on her arms. “Don’t move, that’s the worst thing you can do with a concussion,” he told her before then asking her to lie down.

Verne took off his puffy black jacket and folded it quickly in his hands before setting it down on the ground where she could then rest her head without fear of getting any dirt in the wound. “You have a small cut on the back of your head,” he explained. “I can’t do too much about that, you will probably need a doctor to stitch it up, or I have a friend that might be able to help you.”

The tall Paladin rolled up the sleeves of the long white thermal top he wore beneath his clothes, revealing the tombstone tattoo on his arm ‘For Those Lost and Loved,’ etched above it in black. When Mia was settled he put the fingers of his right hand on her arm and closed his eyes, softly humming the healing chant he had been taught by Guillaume, an old Paladin who had once been a Knights Templar.

As Verne sang the chant the enthralled markings on his arms seemed to glow a light blue in colour, the looked like symbols used by the Fae, invisible to the eye other than when he was using the powers the enchantments allowed him to master. He would only have to utter a few versus before the healing chant’s magic set in enough to ease the pain in the woman’s head and restore any blood she had lost.

Mia-Rose: Mia let herself be laid down and even let herself take a small amount of comfort from the jacket her head now rested on. Two weeks now, it had been two weeks since she had last had more than an hours sleep a night and it was catching up to her…she just didn’t have the strength to fight this man so, knowing she wasn’t in danger she gave in.

Mia had always been small for her age and in the lightening and with how pale and tired she looked right that moment she must have seemed to be only a child in the other’s eyes, not that she cared…or so she told herself as she opened her mouth. “I’m twenty three you know.” If anyone had asked her why she had told him her age she would have replied with ‘cause I wanted to’ but the truth was just that she didn’t want to seem weak in anyone’s eyes. People looked down on her, called her fragile, even her dad was extract careful with her because of how sickly she had been as a youth – but Mia had found strength when her brother had died.

The night she lost her twin brother had been the worst night of her life; she had seen the vampire attacking him from her bedroom window but a fever had taken her and she couldn’t save him. Three nights after that she had searched and searched to find a way to hunt the creature down – that had brought her to the Paladin’s and that was how she had gained the power to fight the creatures that had hurt her brother…

Seeing the symbols and knowing what they meant Mia reached out a hand and touched them. It had been five years since she had completed her training and had been allowed to fight, five years since she had seen another Paladin and suddenly she didn’t want to be alone anymore. “I’m…I’m a Paladin.” Her voice was weak from being tired but it held an edge to it, as if daring the other to doubt her.

Verne: He seemed surprised by the admission of age; the woman didn’t look twenty three, perhaps the knock on the head had deluded her, he thought, but the words that came next where not those of a confused girl. A Paladin? The thought struck him as odd, what was a Paladin doing fighting Vampires alone? Her act of touching the runes on the man’s arm made the light stick to her finger’s where it glowed for a time before fading. “I’ll take out back to our cathedral,” he told the girl. “You’ll be safe there; our Sorcerers can heal your wound.”

He took the woman’s hand then and helped her sit up before wrapping it over his shoulders. “Do you think you can stand?” Verne asked the girl, ready to support her weight should she attempt to stand. He could have carried her, but the Cathedral was a couple of miles from the abandoned church and he was worried she would pass out before they got there. “The hospital is on the way, we’ll get someone to put a couple of stitches in so that you don’t lose any more blood.”

Mia-Rose: The feeling of not wanting to be alone was the only reason she allowed herself to be moved – it was the only reason she had even admitted what she was and so once she was sat up and ready to try she pushed herself up and held herself up for about a minute before nodding. “I can stand.” She still didn’t trust the male so she shook her head after finding out she could stand. “I want to go back to my apartment.”

Her brother was the only male she had ever felt safe around and so she refused to go anywhere with this male…but she would let him take her back to her place. “I live by the docks.” Reaching into the other sheath on her thigh she took out her phone and typed in the address before handing it to him. “If I black out and find myself anywhere but here, I will plunge my dagger into your heart, human or not.” Her voice was sounding a little stronger now and she gave a gesture that clearly said ‘Well, get a move on then.’