Open Season [Open to Andras]

[Every]

She didn't remember a time where things had gotten so bad where hiding was the best answer. In a lot of ways, Every despised it - she'd never been a coward, simply wary as she moved on in life. As a kid, she'd been someone who often played football with the boys and she was never too particularly worried when it came to the hazards with surfing or snowboarding.

When she got older, her brother often teased her about the way she drove, but not because she drove badly. She just liked speed and American muscle. Her stepfather had always bitched when she'd gotten a speeding ticket and normally, it would turn into a physical fight between the two. She didn't hesitate to hit back, either, but she never threw the first punch - she was smart about it. "So what the hell happened?"

It was a question she asked herself as she used her sleeve to wipe the dirt from her face after the ancient zombie fell and then she leaned down to collect what she'd been looking for - an unholy relic - off the catacomb floor. The message had gotten her up, but not entirely social with some and when she heard Desdemona call into her mind, Every dropped the relic into her bag and straightened up. She sighed and tossed it over her shoulder, glancing around. "It's right here, Every." The wraith commented into her mind.

"Des, I can see that. Where here is, I cannot." The woman scoffed and then turned so the brunette could see the ritual altar in the Mausoleum. "Thank you." Every headed north, making her way around and occasionally swinging her blade at an ancient, watching the creature fall. A frown danced across her lips when she wouldn't find what she wanted and she'd take an ancient bone or relic to sell.

Pulling her hair over her shoulder, ignoring the twinge of a bullet that had ricocheted earlier off the wall, she made her way over to her wraith and tucked her blade away, removing her pistol instead. "Practice makes perfect." She thought as she readied herself.