<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Scarlett, Fortula, Simon, Emily, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Jack's eyebrows went up more than a few inches when Fortula went in for the kiss with her rescuer. "Well, I suppose that's one way for a damsel in distress to thank her rescuer," he remarked. "Though I believe that Geoffrey Chaucer wants his trope back." He nodded a goodbye. "Slayer, Simon, er... Blondie." He disappeared into the crowd again and reached for his smartphone. He had something to search for now.<br/><br/>He recalled, vaguely, one of his sources of supernatural information bringing up something called the Slayer. Jack started up his browser and began flipping through the blogs and websites of varying conspiracy theorists, mages, and ballsier vampires. Sure enough, one of the vampires' blogs mentioned the Slayer. He was so immersed in his reading that he didn't notice when he almost bumped into a brunette who he thought he had seen a few times on campus. "Sorry," he muttered.