<strong>Name: </strong>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873)<br/><strong>OOC: </strong>Taking part in a moment of intimacy with Blaine. Is Blaine accepting his wisdom, or rejecting it?<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div><strong>"It's my wife - ex wife. She's in danger at her place. She's barricaded up for now, but I don't know how long that will last.</strong>"<br/><br/>He moved to the back of the truck. The weapon they received from John was still there, but what he wanted was the pump-action he stored back there. He took it out, methodically inspecting the weapon and making sure it's loaded. He also made sure to shove some extra shells in his pockets. As he did that, he continued to speak to Blaine.<br/><br/><strong>"Years ago, when the Marauders were first getting started, some smug vampire bastard thought that we should work for him. He thought that if he killed some of our prospects, that would convince us to get in line. I still remember stumbling onto their bodies myself. That was the first time I ever saw what a vampire could do to a person. The first time I ever saw what a man looks like after his blood is torn out of him. I learned a valuable lesson that day: There's people out there with more strength than you can even imagine. The only way to survive is to show that you're willing to do whatever it takes to protect your own. To dig into that well of power inside, and use it to do the unspeakable."</strong><br/><br/>He moved around the side of the truck and tossed the shotgun in the backseat so that it can be recovered easier. He turned back to Blaine, a friendly arm on her shoulder.<strong>"This is my family, my pack. And I know I shouldn't be asking you for your help, but I don't have the time to seek out anyone else. If you can help me protect her, I'll do whatever it takes to pay you back."</strong>