The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)
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				Title: <strong>The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 15:42:36</strong>
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				Troy (http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Male/TKwallpaper.jpg) pressed on the brake of his car bringing it to a slow stop next to the motel he was renting in town, and opened the door to step out onto the pavement with a sigh. He was in more than a bit of pain from the fall he'd taken earlier in the night, but now it was nearing morning and the adrenaline had worn off. <br><br>He walked up the steps to his room, the feeling of something following him creeping into his mind, something he could only catch a glimpse of out of the corner of his eye. Troy was feeling slightly one edge as he opened the door to the motel room, and walked on in. The first thing he did was check under the bed, and then in the closets. Once he was satisfied nothing was in the room, he bolted the door shut, and took off his shirt. A few scares marred his muscular form as it stretched out to remove the tee shirt, and three small claw marks were more than noticeable upon his back, blood seeming to seep from them.<br><br>He went on into the bathroom, and checked them over for a second, before he decided they weren't bad enough to go to a doctor over. He turned on the shower and removed his boots and jeans, and then just stepped on in it. The feeling that something was following him, still in his mind, but he tried to shake it away. <em>Nothing's followed you, they were all dead when you left, so how the hell could they be following you?!</em> He thought sarcastically to him self, the attempt to shake the feeling that something had gotten into his motel room without his noticing still in his mind. <br><br>Troy turned off the shower and stepped on out to look a little closer at the marks, and he nodded at them. They had barely punctured the skin, just enough to make the muscles hurt and to bleed a little. <strong>"Good thing they aren't poisonous..."</strong> He joked with himself, and shook his head at the way he had begun to speak with himself. It wasn't healthy, but what he was doing these days wasn't either. Chasing after things that went bump in the night wasn't exactly a dream job, but someone had to do it, and since most ignorant sons of bitches didn't know the damned things existed, it was up to him and those like him. <br><br>After toweling off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked on into the main room to pick up a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and poured some over the three little wounds on his back, and then sat the bottle down to reach into his bag that was on the bed to pull out a few bandages. Wrapping them around him so that they pressed into the wounds, he shook his head at himself. <em>That was clumsy of you, letting that little bastard sneak up on you like that; if he'd been any bigger you wouldn't have been getting back up.</em> He chastised himself, before sighing when the bandage was set, and went to sit down on the bed for a few moments before he hit the sack.<br><br>Troy opened his laptop, trying to find his next destination, when that feeling of something following him got stronger, and he looked around the room. <strong>"Who's there?!"</strong> He all but demanded to know, even as he slipped a large knife from the bag at his side, it was blade that could kill almost anything, even if it did take several years off his life every time he used it. Nothing seemed to move though, and while his paranoia had been peaked, he wasn't exactly the poster child of ready at the moment, what with just wearing a bandage and a towel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 21:10:37</strong>
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				Dark eyes had followed him almost all day, watching every single movement he had made and though he he was hidden behind the door of a hotel room her gaze followed him, knowing exactly where he was though she could not directly see him. The crystal &nbsp;(http://www.wehug.com/img/clear-quartz-wire-wrap-pendant.jpg)around her neck could still feel him, could feel his heart beating and the pain on his back while he moved about the room.&nbsp; Catalina &nbsp;(http://shorthaircuts2.info/imges/wavyhair1.jpg) was apprehensive for the first time in perhaps a hundred years.&nbsp; A human.&nbsp; He was a human.&nbsp; The idea was absolutely absurd, that she would become devoted to such a lowly creature but still, she had to fight the urge to reach out to him most of the day.&nbsp; It had been ridiculously difficult to sit back and simply watch him take on the other supernatural beings though she had not even been sure what kind they had been and even if she could have helped.&nbsp; He had dispatched them easily enough and already Catalina found herself admiring his confidence and determination.<br><br>She stepped out from the shadows and into the faint light that the hotel gave off, studying the door and trying to decide what she was going to do.&nbsp; It was supposed to be simple, he was supposed to understand... <em>this </em>was not supposed to happen.&nbsp; She would have to explain everything to him and hoped he would just understand.&nbsp; The idea was daunting to try and explain not only herself, but her powers and the bond.&nbsp; But even now, there was so much she did not understand because he was human.&nbsp; Would he feel her presence, or would her powers work on him?&nbsp; There was only one way to find out but she could not bring herself to knock on that door.&nbsp; A heavy sigh was felt throughout her entire body as she leaned against the car he had been using most of the day.<br><br>He would not understand and he would most likely try to kill her.&nbsp; That much was obvious, he was a hunter of her kind and anything the humans deemed 'evil.' No matter that they have absolutely no idea how things really work, they have their list of evil things and Catalina was one of those at the very tip-top of this made up evil list.&nbsp; She wanted to leave, simply run away, to pretend that her crystal had never reacted to his soul and that someone proper would come along later.&nbsp; Her heart sank in her chest at the idea, knowing that no other immortal would come and she could never fully leave the pesky human on the other side of that door.&nbsp; Her hands went back onto the hood of his vehicle and she lifted her weight easily as she shifted to set her bottom upon it.&nbsp; Her legs kicked back and forth, making a small thudding noise as the heel of her boot hit against the front bumper.<br><br>She chuckled lightly to herself.&nbsp; It would be a strange sight to anyone who choose to look, a young woman sitting on a car by herself this late a night... or was it close enough to be called morning now?&nbsp; Catalina had no idea, she had not bothered to look at a clock since she found him.&nbsp; She wondered so many things about him, the most recent fact being his name.&nbsp; She did not want to simply call him 'human' the rest of her life.&nbsp; Her hand went into her long dark hair, running her fingers through it in a common gesture she had picked up over the last few hours.&nbsp; It was the only thing she could do to distract herself from approaching him, to worry about her appearance.&nbsp; Her fingers brushed her hair quickly, catching on some tangles and her hands moved to smooth out the long locks once more.&nbsp; She shifted to lean down and brush some of the dirt off of her legs, wishing she had been smart enough to simply wear jeans this morning.&nbsp; Her long, bare legs were covered in streaks of dried mud and as her dark eyes surveyed the rest of her body she had splotches of dirt on her tank top and khaki shorts as well.&nbsp; She sighed to herself, well it was not as if she had known she would have to trek out to the middle of nowhere when she dressed this morning.<br><br>Catalina's grooming stopped all together and stiffened as the air around her changed completely.&nbsp; Her body was tense and her eyes darted up towards his door, using every outlet available to make sure he was alright.&nbsp; It was not him.&nbsp; Suddenly the top half of her body was slammed against the hood of the car, her head slamming into the front windshield as she was pinned down, unable to move.&nbsp; Invisible hands held her down and someone slide out of a shadow she had not even seen somewhere to her left.&nbsp; The other immortal came completely into her into her view with a sickly sweet smile.&nbsp; He did not say anything as he approached her and Catalina's eyes narrowed at him as he loomed over her and his deep voice came through to her as his hand place itself upon her chest.&nbsp; "Young and stupid, I've been following you for hours.&nbsp; Did not even bother checking for someone with your eyes on your newest mark.... Hmmm.&nbsp; Don't worry I'll take him too, to add to your collection"<br><br>There was a bright light, from her chest, as he finished speaking and though she wanted to fight back, there was little she could do.&nbsp; Her stash of souls were slowly being pulled from her chest and all she could concentrate on was getting him away from the old, powerful immortal that had her pinned.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Run."</strong></em>&nbsp; She pushed the thought into his mind, uncaring if the man before her drained her of every last soul she had so far collected as long as she did not get her bonded's soul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 05:34:55</strong>
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				Troy's words were responded to by silence, but he wasn't convinced that no one was following him. He sat the knife down on the bed, and removed the towel, before pulling out a pair of jeans from the bag on the bed. He puled them on, and put on his boots. Grabbing the knife from the bed he took another look over the room, making sure that all the defenses he had in place were as he had left them this morning.<br><br>Though half way through he heard a thump from outside, as if someone had been slammed against a car. He sighed as he turned to his window, pulling back the curtains just enough to see outside, what he seen was disturbing to say the least. A creature seeming composed of shadows, or was that the lighting, standing over a woman as if he was holding her down, and a light seemed to shine from the woman's abdomen. A frown came to his features, realizing this could have been a trap, but he'd hate to read tomorrow that he was wrong.<br><br>Troy let the curtain go, and moved to open the door. It was dark out, and what little light the motel provided didn't give him a clear sight of the two. He hoped that the man was holding the woman down wasn't comprised of shadows, but rather just covered by them. His grip tightened over the knife though, and he began moving cautiously down the stairs. <em>Who; or what are these people?</em> He thought to himself, before a voice seemed to scream into his mind to run. <br><br>This caused him to stall for a second, but not longer than that. He sure hoped that wasn't the woman being held down, if it was, then she must have been some kind of telepath. Not saying a word he tried to keep his footfalls silent, hoping to put this thing, whatever it was, down in one hit. Troy wasn't that lucky, and it turned around on him last second. The damned thing moved faster than anything even close to human. It's arm struck out at him, and Troy was barely able to bring up his hands to soften the blow to his chest.<br><br>Troy all but flew back from the blow, landing on his back on the pavement of the parking lot, he grimaced in slight pain. Trying to pull himself from the ground he heard the gloating voice of the creature speak to him. <strong>"Well, I was going to save you for later, but since you decided to join the fray.."</strong> The shadow creature trailed off with malice in his voice, and Troy had just barely gotten to his feat. Feeding a bit of his life to the knife so that the ancient weapon could do it's job, he already knew he wouldn't be able to hit the creature if he attacked, but making it hit the knife was a possibility. <br><br>His eyes drifted to the woman who seemed to be in more than a little pain, but he couldn't be sure if she'd even make it through the night. Though by the way this thing had spoken about him being saved for last, it meant she had something to do with this, somehow. Troy had barely brought his attention back to the beast, when it's arms came in hard at him again, this time seeing to try to grab his neck, and Troy knew he wouldn't last long if that thing got a hold on him. <br><br>Troy's reflexes brought the knife up just in time to cut this thing over the wrist and the beast recoiled as it's own life force was being drawn into the knife. Troy could feel the numbing of the first impact against him combining with that of the impact the knife made against the creatures arm, but what surprised Troy was this thing wasn't already dead. Just a nick from this blade was fatal, that was why he treasured it so much, nothing had lasted this long, and that was when he realized what this shadow was. <br><br><em>An Immortal!</em> He thought, before stepping back, knowing full well that he'd have to deliver this blade into the creatures heart. That was what his uncle had told him anyway, truthfully Troy had never encountered one of these things; but his uncle had. <strong>"You've got to be joking!"</strong> Troy said through gritted teeth, but the creatures just smiled. <strong>"We'll meet again, boy..."</strong> The creature hissed, before beginning to fade, and the knife stopped it's constant pulse from the absorbing of the creatures life force. <br><br>Troy's eyes came up to the woman then, and he narrowed them at her. <strong>"Why was that thing after you?"</strong> He said as he walked over towards her, his eyes tracing over her form. By all standards she was beautiful, almost unnaturally so, and that in it's own right was enough to raise Troy's suspicions. His steps continued on, bringing him ever closer to this woman, even if that wasn't the wisest move he could make. For all he new she was one of them too, and had her own desire to take his soul. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 09:32:20</strong>
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				The feeling of him getting close was getting stronger and she wanted to cry out to him but Catalina was also afraid of alerting the other to his presence.&nbsp; Her eyes stayed on that of the immortal that stood bent over her, pulling soul after soul from her body, until her eyes closed in a small whimper of pain.&nbsp; The muscles in her stomach and chest clenched unpleasantly and continued to tense even further the more he took.&nbsp; She felt the second the creature above her figured out he was being approached and her eyes opened to watch him turn towards her bonded.&nbsp; Forgetting everything else in that moment, her wrist started struggling against the invisible hands, more than anxious to free herself now that he was in apparent danger.&nbsp; This was all completely her fault because she had followed him here.&nbsp; Her eyes widened in fear as he flew back and landed harshly upon the concrete.&nbsp; She struggled harder, managing to get her wrists a few inches from the car before they were forced back down by the shadows pinning her there.<br><br>Catalina watched helplessly as he stood to his feet and his eyes slowly slid to her for the briefest of moments it it was in the second the immortal attacked him once more.&nbsp; Somehow he managed to bring a strange blade, that she had not noticed before, up and strike across his wrist.&nbsp; The immortal hissed in pain and the restraints holding her arms down disappeared.&nbsp; She sat up quickly, sliding down the hood of the car until she was on her own two feet, wanting to dash between the two but the immortal was already fading back into the shadows.&nbsp; Her eyes searched her bonded, dark orbs roaming across his arms and chest, to assure herself he was alright and completely ignoring the threat during her fellow immortal's departure.&nbsp; He seemed to be alright as he dismissed the other and began to walk steadily towards her, his eyes full of suspicion.<br><br>She stayed leaned up against the car as he approached, trying to determine what she should tell him, if anything at all.&nbsp; Part of her considered feigning complete innocence and becoming a damsel in distress, happy to have a rescuer but that would cause even more distrust between them if the truth ever came out.&nbsp; He did not give any indication that he knew of their bond that Catalina could tell so she decided the best place would be somewhere around the truth without condemning herself to him.&nbsp; <strong>"He said he was collecting souls."</strong>&nbsp; It was far from a blatant lie, the immortal most certainly was collecting souls... she just left out the part that he was trying to steal the ones she had already managed to accumulate.&nbsp; <br><br>Her voice held fear and though most would assume it was from the experience she had being trapped and attacked, it was simply because she was faced with such a strange situation.&nbsp; What if she told him the truth and he decided to kill her?&nbsp; It was not far out of his capabilities, she was pretty sure, and Catalina would likely let him end it... if that was what he wished.<strong> "Do you know what he was?"</strong> It was an innocent enough question, inadvertently posed as ignorance when it was a mere curiosity on her part.&nbsp; What he thought about immortals... specifically of angels and demons would tell her a lot about him.&nbsp; As he came closer she resisted the urge to put her hand on his arm and ask him if he was alright but her eyes stayed upon his, almost anxious for an answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 23:16:59</strong>
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				Troy eyed her as she answered his question, the flickering neon lights of the motel casting over them made the whole scene all the more eerie, but even so something didn' feel right about this. Immortals did collect souls, but usually there wasn't that much of a display. The light that had been casting from her was unusual to say the least, but with how long he'd had with her, she should have been dead anyway. He stood a little less than a foot away from her when he looked at his car, and the look of suspicion on his features turned to frustration. <br><br><em>Great, the hoods dented...</em> He thought before her question brought his attention back to her. The term what was he, rather than who was he, meant that she wasn't just disbelieving this whole incident like most people would have. Troy took another look over her, and titled his head. <em>She's in good enough shape to be involved with this, I guess."</em> The thought rolled through him, his assumptions about her bringing back to mind the voice he'd heard before.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, I know what he is: at least now I do."</strong> Troy said hesitantly, before he turned to walk back to his room. <strong>"I'm guessing you're a telepath? It WAS you who told me to run, right?"</strong> He asked her, his foot steps continuing to take him towards his room, and he turned back as he was in full light of the motel. <strong>"Anyway, I guess you were looking for me?"</strong> He asked yet another question, pointing the knife at the car she was leaning against, indicating that it was his.<br><br><strong>"Come on in..."</strong> He trailed off as he turned to walk into his room, knowing if Immortals were after him, his little defenses for the lesser creatures of the world would be useless. <em> Fourteen years and I never once lay eyes upon one those things, and then one day after a little changeling hunting, one pops up on my doorstep. She has to be the key to this."</em> Troys mind tried to wrap around it, but from everything he'd heard, he still didn't know much about that things purpose here. <br><br>Troy walked up to his bed, looking back to the door as he slide the ancient blade into his pack, and rummaged through it to find his research material. He flipped to the table of contents, before he just dropped it on the bed. <em>Useless!</em> He thought, though he'd known that before he went to look at the occult book, and so he just sat on the bed and looked towards her assuming that she'd followed him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 00:58:22</strong>
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				He most certainly seemed to be trying to determine something about her but Catalina could not figure out exactly what he was trying to figure out.&nbsp; She watched him turn and head towards the room he had vacated to essentially come to her rescue and she could not help but frown at his back as he addressed her question and asked his own.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, it was me who told you to run and obviously you are not a very good listener.&nbsp; If you knew what he was why did you not do as I said?"</strong>&nbsp; She expelled her frustration in a loud sigh and crossed her arms defensively across her chest as he continued moving away from her.&nbsp; Her weight shifted nervously, unsure if he wanted her to follow automatically or was just tempted to leave her here all together and she blinked in surprise as he turned back and pointed to his car. <strong> "I was not looking for you, I simply found you."</strong><br><br>Catalina could not help but smile as he invited her in and her strides were fairly steady as her long legs took her quickly to his into his room.&nbsp; It was kind of a relief to have him not completely dismiss her and even more of a relief to be able to converse with him.&nbsp; She had felt dishonest throughout the entire day by following him around and staying mostly in the shadows.&nbsp; She stood awkwardly in the doorway while her eyes followed every movement he made as his hand put the blade up and searched around in his bag.&nbsp; He pulled out some sort of book and checked something and her eyes shifted to his face, studying it intently as he looked at it for a few moments.&nbsp; This was her bonded, the one that she was supposed to be devoted to for the rest of her existence.&nbsp; She supposed there were worse humans she could have ended up with, most certainly worse immortals.&nbsp; Catalina had heard of terrible bonds where souls were demanded to keep a crystal safe.&nbsp; Never a human as far as she knew... but at least the one she had ended up with had some idea of how supernatural things worked.&nbsp; His scrutiny turned back to her and she blushed in embarrassment as he caught her openly admiring and staring at him.<br><br>The book went onto the bed giving Catalina the distinct feeling that he had not found what he had been hoping to and her gaze darted between him and the open book.&nbsp; She crossed the threshold of the door, closed the door firmly behind her and automatically put barriers of magic out to protect them.&nbsp; Something she should have been doing for them all day and she grimaced at the door before turning back to him.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah, thank you for rescuing me... in return I could give you information on the immortals, if you wanted it." </strong> She stood awkwardly a moment, unsure exactly if she had said the right thing when every fiber of her being was screaming at her to give him the crystal around her neck.&nbsp; She crossed the short distance over to him, in the most non-threatening manner that she could manage without seeming too timid and gave him a friendly smile.&nbsp; <strong>"I am Catalina, what is your name?"</strong>&nbsp; She wanted to offer him her hand, wondering if he would take it but she changed her mind before she could make the decision and went to sit in the only chair the motel offered to give him as much space as possible.<br><br>It all felt to fake to her, to not simply tell him the truth from the beginning.&nbsp; Catalina had to tell him the truth, she could not have him distrust her because then where would they both be?&nbsp; Her actions probably looked completely strange to an outsider but she did not know what exactly to do in the given situation.&nbsp; She let out another sigh and relaxed completely into the chair, one of her legs coming up and over the other as her muscles reclined even further.&nbsp; With the decision to jump in already made she aimed for the deepest end of the pool.&nbsp; <strong>"I am also an immortal."</strong>&nbsp; Catalina's eyes were glued to his face, almost anxious to see his reaction and wondering how he would handle being almost trapped in a room with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 22:32:09</strong>
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				Troy's eyes wandered over her as she seemed to enter the room nervously, and he couldn't help but think she was lying about not looking for him. It was either that, or she had other, even more suspicious motives.&nbsp; Though as she looked over the door, an odd feeling came over the room, and his eyes narrowed for a moment. He could see her pause for a second as if wondering if he had noticed what she'd done, but truthfully he wasn't even sure it was her. <em>If she's a telepath, who knows what else she's capable of.</em> He thought to him self, even as she turned to thank him.<br><br>The thought of her knowing more about Immortals than he did, almost made him shake his at her, but then he still wasn't certain what all she was capable of. For all he knew she was some kind of witch, and that little scene outside was all a ruse to get her into his trust so that her master could take him out before he was a threat. Though considering what happened outside, he supposed he already was one, and that wasn't what he wanted to be just yet. <br><br>Troy hadn't felt this cautious since he first started out with his uncle when he was just a teenager, right after his parents had been killed. What killed his parents, he still didn't know to this day, but he'd been hunting it ever since. His eyes continued to roam over her as she made her way over to him, and he tried to keep the suspicion from his features. After all she could be telling the truth, although that was unlikely. He still didn't say anything as she introduced herself, and he thought that was rather rude.<br><br>As she began walking to the chair in the room, he titled his head, his features softening. <strong>"I'm Troy, it's nice to meet you."</strong> Troy returned the introduction, even as his mind went to all the weapons he had found or stolen over the years, and he was pretty sure that only one of them would kill an Immortal without extreme use. Remove the head from their body, cut the heart out of their chest, or completely destroy their material form. With normal weapons that was the only way, or so that's what his uncle had said, but the knife he had stolen from that museum out east could do the trick with a pierce of the heart. <br><br>Troy was pondering over these things, his eyes still moving over her curves, even as she crossed one leg over the other. She was good looking, and he realized that he was getting distracted by her looks. With a slight sigh he was about to open his mouth, but then she told him something that shut him up. Not many things a woman could say would do that, but she just had. He blinked for a second, and looked at the door wondering if she had trapped them in here with whatever she had done to it. <br><br>His mind raced for a couple of seconds, though he had managed to get his mouth shut from being slack jawed, and a slight smirk, although it wasn't one of mirth came to his lips. <strong>"So that other immortal was after you, not me?"</strong> He ask her, his mind beginning to figure it out more, and so there were a few questions he had for her. He wasn't certain if he could take her on, but he managed pretty well with a creature who was tossing her around like a rag doll, so he figured he wasn't in too bad a pinch. <br><br><strong>"So you inadvertently led him to me, which means you wants something from me."</strong> Troy was making statements now, working out what had transpired, and realizing that the feeling on him all day, very well could have been her. The smirk left his features as his eyes narrowed towards her once more, realizing that if she wanted his soul, she would have taken it after he fell off the roof of the building when dealing with those Changelings. <strong>"If you wanted my soul, you'd have already taken it from me. What do you want, Catalina?! If that is your name!"</strong> He demanded of he, his voice wasn't raised, but he certainly wasn't speaking gently to her either. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 23:52:00</strong>
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				She could not help but notice that he was entirely more at ease with her on the other side of the room and that was even before her declaration.&nbsp; As he gave his name, Catalina could not help but chuckle lightly to herself.&nbsp; Troy meant 'foot soldier' and some how seemed a very fitting name choice for a hunter of the supernatural.&nbsp; She was happy to have at least one of her curiosities about him sated and now she could call him something other than 'human.'&nbsp; His eyes had roamed her body as she shifted in the chair and she could not help but take the time to admire his, her eyes traveling along the muscles of his chest before she owned up to her heritage.&nbsp; Troy's gaze immediately darted towards the door and she could not help but smirk at him, knowing he was already trying to figure out an escape route.&nbsp; He could leave that way if he wanted, her barriers would not harm him, it simply blocked everyone else out.&nbsp; Catalina did not move or react for the moment because she was almost afraid of startling him into escaping.&nbsp; Not that it would matter, she would always know where he was at.<br><br>His words were fairly surprising to her, though.&nbsp; She had almost expected an immediate attack after his survey of the door and at his simple question she nodded her head.&nbsp; <strong>"He was after me initially, but as he told both of us, he had plans for you shortly thereafter.&nbsp; Hence why I told you to run.&nbsp; I was... distracted... and he took me by surprise."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes shifted her knee cap, studying the soft skin for a long moment and feeling guilty for her inability to protect them both at that particular moment.&nbsp; It never should have happened.&nbsp; He could have been hurt or killed all because she was not paying attention.&nbsp; She waited for him to finish speaking, letting him have his statements, questions, and accusations as her fingertips went out to make little circles on her thighs and knees.<br><br>When he was done, she sighed heavily and slowly brought her eyes up to meet his.&nbsp; Guilt was gone from her eyes, replaced with resolve.&nbsp; <strong>"As of this particular moment, you know two facts about me.&nbsp; One: my name is Catalina.&nbsp; Two: I am an Immortal.&nbsp; Of these two facts you choose to question my name?&nbsp; As if it has any bearing on the situation."</strong>&nbsp; She was annoyed with herself, beginning to believe she had handled this all wrong but it was easier to blame him at this point.&nbsp; She had been trying to be nothing but honest with him and she was already labeled a liar.&nbsp; Her arms went across her chest in a defensive manner and she let out a noise of frustration as her irises started darkened to black.<br><br><strong>"You're right, I could have taken your soul, could have taken it several times today.&nbsp; I still could."</strong>&nbsp; Catalina was almost unaware of the changing of her eyes and how unapproachable she had become compared to a few moments ago but the situation was wearing on her.&nbsp; She had spent all day following a human, almost had her souls stolen, and now was being accused of- fuck, who knew what all he was accusing her of in his mind.&nbsp; She would tell him and live with the consequences, there was nothing else she could do.&nbsp; <strong>"But, I won't.&nbsp; I do not <em>want</em> anything from you, Troy.&nbsp; I <em>need</em> something from you... and no, it isn't your soul."</strong>&nbsp; Her voice was low and the eerie stillness of her body broke as she uncrossed her legs leaning in towards him, without her bottom leaving the chair.&nbsp; <strong>"I need you to take my soul."</strong>&nbsp; Her hand went up to grasp the small chain around her neck, pulling the clear crystal from under her collar.&nbsp; It was glowing in a beautiful, soft light that pulsed- likely with the beat of Troy's heart.&nbsp; All Catalina knew for sure was it did not match her own heart and her eyes softened, becoming almost pleading for him to accept.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 01:23:47</strong>
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				Troy was surprised she was still hung up on the fact that he had not run when told to, though to be honest he had never been good at following orders. All in all, he felt he'd kept pretty calm seeing as he was in a room with one of the most powerful beings in existence, at least one of the most powerful he was aware of, and had not already fled or attacked her. His narrowed eyes stayed on her features, looking for some indication of her motives, but despite what she seemed like at the moment, she wasn't human, and didn't have human emotions. Or did she?<br><br>He could see conviction in her eyes, but was unsure if that was just a false emotion, one she'd learned to fake over her long years, or if she was really that serious about explaining this to him. Though as she began to speak once again, her attitude seemed to border on frustration, which would make two of them at this moment. Troy couldn't help but soften his features when she mentioned that he had only questioned her name, but in a world where names potentially held power, at least to some creatures, he could never be sure.<br><br>It did seem somewhat silly when one thought about it in a normal human conversation, but this wasn't a normal conversation, and she wasn't human. Troy's eyes stayed on her none the less, the glare he'd been sending her way moments ago gone, but now it was replaced by curiosity, and that could be worse for her. A hunters curiosity wasn't something most supernatural creatures wanted, and Immortals hadn't been as heavily hunted because they had managed to stay off most hunter cells radar. In fact they didn't know much about them, and that more than anything else had Troy's curiosity peaked.<br><br><em>Treat it as a learning experience, at least for now...</em> He thought to himself as he felt the inborn mortal fear creep up into him as her eyes turned black, but he pushed it back down, knowing it had no place in this conversation. That was unless she attacked him, and then fear could be useful, so long as he controlled it. He wasn't sure if she could still take his soul, and certainly not after he was able to make a few preparations, well at least not as easily. <br><br>Troy kept control of his fear, and listened as she continued on with not wanting anything from. He would have called her liar right then and there, but she went on to say that she needed something from him. He perked an eyebrow at that, and tilted his head at her, his own arms crossing his chest as he waited for her to tell him what it was she needed from him. If it wasn't his soul, what did an Immortal need from a mortal? <br><br>Staring into her eyes was difficult at best, but he was managing, and truthfully he was pretty sure she didn't know she was doing it. After all she wanted this conversation to continue, and her eyes were making it much harder than it already was. As she leaned up it was all he could do not to flinch, and he let out a sigh unconsciously as he felt his muscles tense instinctively. Troy tried to relax, and was managing well enough considering her black eyes were messing with his mind. <br><br><em>What was that saying: Gazed upon by Angels...?</em> The thought calmed him somehow, and his muscles relaxed fully. He knew better than most people that staying tense would lead to mistakes, and as he was able to relax his mind was able to think more clearly. Though the words she next let out had him taken aback, and he blinked again as she withdrew the glowing crystal pendant from under shirt. <br><br>Troy's mind went back to a lesson his uncle had taught him, that some creatures in this dark world hid their souls from others as a way of protecting them, the creatures were usually ones who took souls from mortals. His teeth clenched behind his lips as his jaw tightened, and his eyes roamed over her again in an attempt to get a read on her body language. His eyes inevitably came back to the pendant, and he watched for a second as it pulsed with that soft glow.<br><br>He walked on over to her after a second or two, and took it from her offered hands. He could feel the pulse against his skin, almost warm to the touch, but there was also something else about the stone that felt wrong when it was in his hands. <strong>"Humans aren't suppose to be the keepers of these?"</strong> He asked in a statement, even though he already knew the answer, it had the same feel as the knife he had used earlier. Mortals weren't suppose to touch relics like these, holy men would tell you that they were the gifts of god, but he knew better. <br><br>Troy sighed, even as he looked past the crystal he was holding up at chest level, and down into her eye. <strong>"I'll consider it, but I need to know a few things about it first."</strong> He stated, before he folded the chain to the pendant and folded his fingers gently around it to take his focus off the pulsing crystal. <strong>"It needs to be guarded, yes? What I want to know is for what purpose? Is it dangerous to mankind? Why does someone else have to keep your soul?"</strong> He asked the first of what he was beginning to think would be unending questions, but realized many of the others he could figure out on his own.<br><br>He turned from her to walk towards his bed, and looked as if he was about to have a seat, but he stopped instead. <strong>"Why me? If mortals aren't suppose to have these things, why would you choose me?"</strong> He asked his final question with his back turned to her, even as he brought up his hand to unfurl his fingers from around the crystal. Troy gazed into the little pendant, wondering if other Immortals had a crystal like this, and if so, could it be used against some of them. Although for the most part, Immortals were at the bottom of the radar as far as hunters were concerned, but he was sure now that he had interacted with one, he'd be seeing a few more, and probably not on friendly terms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 20:31:01</strong>
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				A strange Immortal instinct took over her as he approached her with an outstretched hand for the crystal and she pulled the pendent back away.&nbsp; She forced her hand back out, letting him take it, though it took an extreme effort on her part.&nbsp; Catalina had thought it was supposed to be easier, to give the crystal to the person it has belonged to throughout time.&nbsp; But it was her soul... and Troy was a human.&nbsp; Even still, she some how felt relieved that he had indeed taken it, what would have happened if he had simply refused?&nbsp; She still remembered horror stories from the older immortals of rejected devotions and those rejected burning to asunder or trying to kill themselves in despair.&nbsp; Several stories came screaming back to her mind but she pushed them away as she watched him study her soul.&nbsp; His question caused her eyebrows to raise.&nbsp; It seemed he was able to pick up more than the average human, which if she thought about it was not completely surprising with his hunter status.&nbsp; Catalina shook her head.&nbsp; <strong>"No, human's are not supposed to be keepers.&nbsp; To my knowledge it has never occurred."</strong><br><br>The crystal came up between them as he held it by its chain.&nbsp; It swayed lightly back and forth and her eyes followed it before Troy's words pulled her gaze past it to meet his eyes that were already concentrated onto her.&nbsp; He'll consider it?&nbsp; The idea infuriated Catalina, why would he take something so precious, so dear and important if he were not going to accept it?&nbsp; The answer was fairly obvious, he was a hunter and he wanted the upper hand.&nbsp; Now, Troy had it. Completely.&nbsp; Whether he understood it or not.&nbsp; Catalina's gaze followed the crystal as he hid it from view, her eyes shifting and changing as he did so.&nbsp; Fire appeared deep within their depths as her frustration flooded with anger and he asked questions she had no choice but to answer.&nbsp; She waited as he walked towards the bed, waited for all the questions and her resentment grew.&nbsp; Golden swirls of ancient runes and designs started bleeding through her human appearance without much of her control.<br><br>She gripped the arms of the chair tightly as her eyes roamed his back that was facing her, trying to determine exactly what she should tell him.&nbsp; Part of her considered the unthinkable.&nbsp; How much simpler it would be if she simply killed him now, took back her crystal, and lived the rest of eternity in seclusion.&nbsp; An ironic chuckle bubbled up from her chest at his last question, her hands relaxing from the arms of the chair.&nbsp; Troy had not turned his back from her because of trust, it was simply superiority.&nbsp; Fuck him, she would answer his questions and be on her way.&nbsp; She no longer cared if he agreed to protect her soul.&nbsp; Catalina had, had most of the day to contemplate the death she inevitably saw coming when her crystal chose this human.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You think I <em>choose </em>you?&nbsp; Devoted are not chosen, they are simply discovered.&nbsp; I was not lying when I said I had not be looking for you.&nbsp; When I awoke this morning that crystal was a steady light, was far less warm to the touch but when I set eyes upon you it flared with heat and began pulsing... I did not and would not have chosen a human to take my soul.&nbsp; The souls in of themselves are not dangerous... to any but the Immortal it belongs to because we cannot live without our souls."</strong>&nbsp; She contemplated on telling him to go ahead and simply destroy it so that she did not have to worry about the consequences of it he actually decided to grace her soul with his protection.&nbsp; It was a nice sentiment and she almost wished that she had the courage.&nbsp; Instead she took a steady breath, trying to calm her anger and frustration so perhaps he might understand the importance of it all.&nbsp; <strong>"As for why it needs to be kept by someone else... how much do you actually know about Immortals?&nbsp; Do you understand why we collect souls or do you just assume we do it for the fun?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 00:59:33</strong>
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				Troy still had his back turned to her when she responded to him, and he could tell that frustration was still with her. Though there wasn't much anyone could do about that, she had placed him in more than a problematic position, and by association he was placing that same burden upon her. He listened to her as she went on to treat him like he was being an idiot, and in truth he almost told her to look into a mirror at that point, but he held his tongue. They had a lot to talk about, obviously, and insulting one another was only going to get them so far. <br><br>He was starting to understand, at least a little, but why was it so important for someone else to keep the soul? The soul chose a "devoted", but for what purpose? He turned back to look at her as she asked a question of him, and flinched slightly. It was a slight change in him, as if his reflexes had kicked in, but he had stopped short, like a car accelerating and then stopping before it got more than a few inches away. His eyes roamed over her form, the form covered in golden runic script, and he remembered seeing that. <br><br>Troy pondered on where he'd seen those markings before, but for some reason the memory wouldn't come to him. <em>Maybe something my father worked on...</em> He thought of his father, an archaeologist, although not a very renowned one. His eyes finally calmed from his brief second of panic, and they focused back on hers which had changed color yet again. <strong>"Your kind stays off hunter radar."</strong> He answered simply, before raising the chain up so that she could see it. <strong>"I know that your kind requires souls, I know they're perhaps the most powerful damned things out there, and certainly the most powerful I've ever run across."</strong> He started, the crystal just shimmering as it dangled by the chain. <br><br><strong>"I know how to kill them, at least through brute force anyway, but other than that, no, I don't know whole hell of a lot about you."</strong> He told her, his voice pointed as he spoke to her, and then he began to walk to her the crystal still upheld dangling from it's chain. <strong>"If you want it back, take it! It's not like coming here and giving it to me is some kind of favor you'd be doing me. No, I don't see it as an honor for you to grace your soul upon me, I see it as a liability."</strong> He started off fierce, but settled down a little after a sentence or two, and he took a breath. <br><br>The feeling of her aura was stifling at best, and he was doing everything he could to keep his emotions from unraveling at the seems. <strong>"I consider it, only because we know so little about your kind, and by knowing more about your kind we can keep from making mistakes."</strong> He almost went on to say the kind of mistakes that ended up killing innocent people, but stopped short. He doubted she could get past her ego long enough to see that he DID realize that some creatures out there weren't just out for blood, but that was another matter altogether. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 07:10:37</strong>
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				She could not prevent herself from smirking as he turned to look at her, to slight flinch at the sight of her.&nbsp; It was not particularly the desired effect but it soothed her ego that was much bruised by his flippancy of her.&nbsp; Catalina rolled her eyes slight, at herself as opposed to him.&nbsp; Originally she did not want him to be afraid of her... believe her to be completely evil and here she was, thinking he was not showing enough praise or respect of her strength and power.&nbsp; Troy was condemned either way in her mind, because he was human and nothing more.&nbsp; The realization of this fact caused the golden runes to fade, her eyes to gradually change back to normal as he talked.&nbsp; It annoyed her to no end that she could not hold onto that irrational anger.&nbsp; Catalina needed someone to blame.&nbsp; Her now normal eyes looked at the pendent as he offered it, watching it as it swayed back and forth and she shook her head at him.&nbsp; The motion became more fierce before she began talking.<br><br><strong>"No.&nbsp; This is not some sort of research project for you to go and share the things I tell you with all of your colleagues, if you want to call the damaged individuals that choose to group together and take on things way above their existence, colleagues.&nbsp; There is a reason we stay off the hunter radar and I offer you these pieces of information... not to hunters."</strong>&nbsp; She stood suddenly, studying Troy's face as he offered her soul back to her.&nbsp; As much as his voice changed during his little speech, Catalina understood his words to be true.&nbsp; He did see taking her crystal as a liability and he was not exactly far off in his assessment of the situation.<br><br>Her hand came out to meet the his and Catalina's fingers brushed down to the chain until she grasped the gently glowing crystal in her hand.&nbsp; She brought it up to eye level between them and looked past it to meet Troy's eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"We do not 'require' souls we collect them for a purpose and the soul of a human is very powerful... but the soul of an Immortal is on a completely different level of power.&nbsp; It's like a bike verses a car... both get you to the goal but one is easier and quicker.&nbsp; Out of... tradition or respect- whatever you would like to call it- we do not take them from each other or we would kill each other off.&nbsp; But once a crystal reacts and finds a devoted, it then becomes free game to any Immortal."</strong>&nbsp; During her explanation her eyes had drifted back to the pendent that meant so much to her.&nbsp; Her eyebrows crinkled at the idea of taking it back from Troy, she was not supposed to do so.&nbsp; Once a devoted was found...<br><br>She looked back at him before grasping the chain tightly and pulling it from his fingers.&nbsp; Catalina would not force this upon him, she could not do such a thing.&nbsp; It was an unfair to ask him, a human, to protect such a thing.&nbsp; It was unfair of her soul to have reacted to him, to expect anything and she could not protect him and her soul.&nbsp; <strong>"I never claimed it would be an honor... but you no longer have to concern yourself with it... I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place."</strong>&nbsp; No matter what he thought, he was no match for any immortal that set their eyes upon her soul.&nbsp; Her eyes drifted to the floor a moment, strange emotions filling her stomach.&nbsp; Disappointment and worry the most prevalent, and she glanced at the crystal before turning from him and heading towards the door.&nbsp; Her soul felt different than before, it almost felt wrong but there was nothing to be done about it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 02:49:48</strong>
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				Troy's body was finally able to relax as her form changed back to looking human, the slow change cause his muscles to spasm slightly, but it was normal for them to do so after such activity. Despite him not doing any heavy lifting, or actual work, the mere act of them tensing for so long had brought them to high level activity. They'd calm in a half hour or so, but he could tell she was calming down. For better or worse, what he'd said had helped Catalina to make up her mind, and to satiate her emotions. <br><br>He listened to her, and as she spoke of his "colleagues" he almost scoffed at her, but he just let her continue from there. His hand continued to hold out the crystal for her, wondering if she'd take it back or not. It wasn't his, or at least he didn't see it that way, and truthfully he didn't want it. What Troy could learn from her outweighed many of the risks, but he would not let her forget that it would be him sticking his neck out for her.<br><br>However Troy didn't trust most other hunters, he'd met a few since his uncle passed away, but they were hardly colleagues. Hell, most couldn't even be considered friends, and many of them he considered his enemies. He let it go, though, and just focused on what she said next. He felt her hand brush his before it slid down the slender chain to grasp the crystal, and she began to continue. Though, as she began to dance around the reason for needing souls, he shook his head at her, and almost looked at her with some astonishment as she compared a human soul to a mortal one. <br><br><em>Yeah, cars are better, but they leave one hell of a problem in their wake. They also burn gas, so saying you don't need souls is rather hard to believe when you compare yourself to a Mustang.</em> He thought of her, but he kept it to himself. He wouldn't get into that just yet, and considering the route she was going, he may not have a chance to get into it at all. The soft glow of the crystal illuminated their faces, and he gazed into her eyes until she diverted them to the pendant. <br><br>Not long after she pulled the chain from his hand, and he just let the slender metal slide from his fingers. Her next words had him shaking his head at her even more than before, and Troy titled his head as she looked to the floor. <strong>"If that was the case, you'd have never come to me in the first place."</strong> He said quietly, before turning to grab his pack so that he could get his things ready to travel. He'd hoped to get some sleep tonight, but it didn't look like that was happening. He had some things to get in another state, and Troy didn't feel that it could wait.<br><br>Without turning to her as she went towards the door, he began speaking; what he wondered would be his last words to her. <strong>"Everything is research, everyday I learn something new, and tonight I learned a lot. If I stop learning about what I HAVE to fight, then it's all over. Oh, and you might not want to compare yourself to a car if you want someone to think you don't need fuel."</strong> The first words were more somber, but his last sentence was somewhat sarcastic. He didn't look to see if she had left the room, he just pulled on a shirt, picked up his bag and then turned to walk from the room, leaving the keys on the bed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 04:14:53</strong>
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				His words caused her to pause in her exit, with one hand poised upon the door knob and she studied the chipping white paint upon it as he spoke.&nbsp; Catalina turned to him, her eyes already black and though before they had gone black with anger, now they were nothing but dead and uncaring.&nbsp; He had already dismissed her and was wandering about the room packing his stuff quickly but she was beyond caring and she did not care if he looked, did not care if he noticed.&nbsp; <strong>"Stupid fucking human."</strong>&nbsp; Her voice was as dead as her eyes, holding no anger or care.&nbsp; <strong>"You find out a few measly facts about immortals and constitute that as 'a lot.'&nbsp; That is the exact reason human's should not be devoted- your capacity to understand the world- to feel anything is so minuscule that it is a wonder you are even considered capable of higher thinking."</strong>&nbsp; She wanted to end there, to stop talking and simply leave but his last comment severely got under her skin.&nbsp; <br><br>It was just further proof he was bent on thinking whatever the hell he wanted to think instead of simply listening.&nbsp; An immortal was always in the wrong in his eyes... it did not help that Catalina was not one of those... pretty ones.&nbsp; What did the human's call them? Angels.&nbsp; She was the other type, the 'dark' kind- Demon.&nbsp; As if things were that simple. <strong> "Fuel is only needed if you want to go somewhere and some of us pay for gas properly instead of simply siphoning it off."</strong>&nbsp; With that she turned and left completely, slamming the door harshly behind her and not giving a single fuck if he understood or if they had even been following the same metaphor any more.&nbsp; Before the satisfying sound of the door closing had faded she pulled her magic from around the room and slipped from the mortal realm into the realm of Immortals.<br><br>Catalina slipped her crystal into the front pocket of her jeans, doing her best to hide the pulsating light that had magnified in this realm.&nbsp; She could feel it's warmth through the fabric and knew almost any other Immortal she ran into would feel its presence but with any hope they would simply believe she were a devoted.&nbsp; It was not likely but she could defend herself well enough.&nbsp; It was strange how wrong her soul now felt in her possession but she did the best she could to wipe it from her mind as she started moving.&nbsp; It was different as well, that little part of her mind where Troy's existence had settled itself, before she could tell exactly which direction he was in and how long it would take her to get to him... but now he just seemed to be in every direction, tough it was a very dull sensation compared to where he had been in the mortal world.&nbsp; Catalina was thankful for that at least, she could forget him for a while.&nbsp; Maybe she would just stay here the few years it would take him to die off anyway.<br><br>The Immortal world was as beautiful as it was bizarre with it's fire orange sky and clouds that always appeared to leave it in either a sunrise or sunset.&nbsp; There were all sorts of Immortals bustling about making a living, trading souls for services and various other things and she gave a heavy sigh, looking at the feathers, horns, teeth, claws, and every color imaginable that were everywhere.&nbsp; Other than the obvious supernatural beings it was not much different than a human city... but Catalina refused to look at herself in any of the reflections around, knowing she would find herself in her Immortal appearance and not wanting to be reminded of her shortcomings Troy had so easily put at her feet.&nbsp; The stereotypes that no one would even consider to actually be such a thing.&nbsp; She slipped into a nearby hotel that was almost no different than the one she had just left but her payment of souls desk and took her key, knowing that at least two Immortals had already marked her soul.<br><br>She slipped into the giant bed, happy that she had paid extra in the Immortal realm to have a few more comforts.&nbsp; This bed was almost heavenly and though it should have been easy for her slip into sleep she stretched comfortably with out her eyes feeling heavy at all.&nbsp; How many of her collected souls would she waste staying here until he finally managed to die in some form or fashion.&nbsp; Hopefully not many, he was a hunter after all.&nbsp; Suddenly she thought about the Immortal that had tried attacking her once before... he should not have stepped in because Catalina knew that particular Immortal bastard would not let it go.&nbsp; She sighed... Troy had been right, it was completely her fault and she could not let him die because of it.&nbsp; <em><strong>"If he comes for you, call me and I will take care of it."</strong></em>&nbsp; She pushed the thought towards the little space he occupied in her mind and turned over on her side, determined to get to sleep but as her eyes drifted close there was a subtle noise of her lock already being picked and she sighed heavily, waiting for the moment whoever it was decided to intrude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power Between(Eternal Blade and Fenrir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 19:01:06</strong>
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				Troy ignored her last set of words, anything either of them said at this point was irrelevant, and besides, now that she had brought immortals to his doorstep, he needed somethings from his parents grave. He turned to the door to see her gone, and just shrugged as he dropped the motel key upon the bed and walked from the room. He didn't bother locking up, didn't think it mattered since he probably wouldn't be coming back, and headed down to his car.<br><br>He got on in, and headed on down the road until he could get on the highway heading out of the state. He'd been driving for a couple of hours when he heard Catalina in his head, and rolled his eyes at her words. <em>Yeah, as if I need to have another long talk with you."</em> Troy thought to himself as he put the car into high gear and tried to break for the state in the last moments before dawn. It wasn't much longer and dawn arrived, and he could feel exhaustion creeping up on him.<br><br>Troy could feel his eyes growing heavy, and just turned up the stereo to help keep him alert. It was well past noon when he got off the highway, and headed for a cemetery. As he arrived he looked out over it, and frowned at the somewhat high level of security. <em>I'll just have to wait it out...</em> He thought to himself with a shake of his head, knowing full well how illegal this would be, not to mention the moral issues that came with it.<br><br>His uncle had left something that protected souls in his parents grave-site, and as bad as it was, he now believed he needed it more than they did. He turned the car around until he found a shaded parking lot, and sat his car under the shade. Reclining the chair back, he tried to get some rest until dark, knowing he'd need it in the hours to come. His mind raced briefly for a way to protect his car from an Immortal, but he already knew nothing short of a relic would manage it, at least to his knowledge. 
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