A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)
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				Title: <strong>A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 02:46:20</strong>
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				For two days he had been resting, hiding in a run down area of Springfield, a half abandoned town in California. The local plant had shut down and been mothballed. Families left town for better opportunities and the plant provided a relatively safe, secluded place for Michael to hide.<br><br>He wasn't even sure that Michael was his real name. After all that had been done to him in...whatever the hell that program name was. The torment was unbearable. He should kill Them all! All of Them!<br><br>He felt hungry and so he went to the one vending machine in the plant. It was old and with the power off it wouldn't work. He strained and struggled but he knew it was in vain...until he ripped the door of it open! He fell back and gasped as he sprawled onto his back. He was about to wonder how he did it when he saw all the chocolate bars! He grabbed lots of them and started to ruip them open and consume them.<br><br>Flashbacks occured as he ate, visions of his parents in the newspaper on trial. According to the article they had gotten life sentences. He was mad at them but he wasn't sure why or even if they were really his parents. He was told they were by Them...<br><br>He remembered the torment, the hours/days/weeks spent alone in darkness. The strange trappings in the room with him laying on a stone slab. Music or chanting and fire...then pain! There was screaming. A girl? There was blood. Some was his.<br><br>He remembered rage and fear. He was escaping his cage, damaging anyone in his way. He was chased. there were dogs. The dogs were dead now. Men were dead. Men in dark clothes with guns.<br><br>The flashback faded and he ate more. He hated the flashbacks. Whats worse is he hated the visions. Visions of nightmares come to life. Demons with teeth and angry eyes, with dark, shadowed features and malevolent presence. Demons he had to fight. At times he tried to interpret these visions, thinking of those who'd so hurt him as the demons, or perhaps the hurt itself. Did he have to kill those demons to be able to live again?<br><br>Another week passed. He stole things he needed. He found that he could break padlocks with pretty much anything strong to use as a lever. He raided toolsheds and kitchens, taking food and tools. He risked breaking into a hunting and sports store and stole a few knives and some camp tools. He had a backpack now. <br><br>He kept to himself. He occasionally visited the library to see the previous day's newspaper. The rash of breakins was reported on. People were on alert now. It was time for him to leave, to run somewhere else to hide.<br><br>It was a Friday when he gathered up his meager stolen things and crept away in the night. He walked along the highway for a day and a night before heading off the road to spend a night to sleep among some bushes. He was setting up his sleeping bag when he heard something. He often heard things others didn't now. He was instantly alert. Was it Them? He couldn't let Them catch him. Then he saw the gleam in the darkness, a pair of flashes at eye level. He turned a flashlight on it and saw the face. A face with teeth and dark shadows, angry eyes and oozing malevolance. It said something he didn't understand. He felt rage. His knife was in his hand and he rushed it, assailing the demon with fighting skills he gained from a life of street crime. He stabbed. He blocked. He took hits and gave back in return. He knocked the beast meters away, only to have it stand and rush him. The stab wounds did not seem to slow it down! What would it take to kill It?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 06:56:32</strong>
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				The times had changed since Sunnydale had shattered as did the peace that most people held in their minds. Vampires became a true threat and the Slayers of the world were awakened. It was soon after that Mena Firestones life changed forever. Before that her life had been normal for the most part, school, family and friends. That was until she had been walking home one night and felt a wave of dread and a bout of nausea cramping to her abdomen. She had pelted home and crashed into her living room finding her brother confronted by a snarling woman demon...creature. <br><br>Within seconds and what felt like slow motion she had rushed over and snatched the first thing her hand met, a fire poker. Her hand whipped out as the woman turned to fast to be normal and the poker stabbed through. The woman’s eyes bulged and she combusted to dust as the twins stared at each other, shocked. A few days later a man arrived, stating that she was a Slayer and he was her Watcher. His name was Murtitala. It had made no sense there, and it still didn’t at times.<br><br>It was another night of her usual routine, cold and rainy as usual. The woman tugged up the collar of her black trench coat, auburn hair becoming damp from the falling drops. Her pale skin was threaded with scars and faint lines from terrors and sleepless nights. Freckles smattered over a slightly crooked nose; her chin was roundly stubborn and blue green eyes hard as she tracked through the alleys, walking along the street. For once her night was not solely devoted to Slaying which was a bit refreshing. She had to resupply and that meant visiting her brother, still alive and well now one of the top smiths for the Slayers all over America and taking clients from Europe as well. <br><br>She walked in, ruffling back auburn hair from her face. The smell of hot metal and oil filled her nose and she took off her long outer coat, folding it over her arm. It was much too hot to wear layers here. A young man stood in front of a forge, forming cherry red metal until he lifted it and quenched it in water. Placing it aside he looked over seeing the woman and smiled, grey eyes lighting in welcome. His dark curls were unruly and sweat dampened his face and chest as he took off a heavy leather apron, walking over to give her a hug. “Good te see ye again Mena. How’re things?” he asked and she shrugged lightly.<br>“Not much, Conclave gatherings, Vampires te be slain, training to be done. And call me Hawk will ye, no one but ye uses my real name.” she chided.<br><br>“Oh come on M-“ he began, ignoring her and gripping her arm, which she lightly tugged from his reach.<br>“Hawk.”&nbsp; She corrected, fiddling with a leather clad sleeve as her brother’s grey eyes narrowed and he gripped her upper arms, shaking her lightly.<br>“Mena.” He stated again, voice firm “We already talked about this. Ye’re my sister when ye’re here, not just a Slayer.” He added, watching her frown and the furrow between her brows that matched his slowly fade. She seemed willing to at least listen to him for now, but she was horrifyingly stubborn, still so was he.<br>“Right. So what do ye have for me then?” she asked, finding it of course amusing that he insisted on calling her be her birth name and not talking much about her work while it was he that made her Slayer Weapons, had made her first sword, but he was odd that way. But she knew that he preferred her to be herself when she was around him, not step into her Slayer ways and be distant. <br>“Bullets, blessed metal. New throwing knives and I made some new fin little orbs. They release flashes av light, to stun those fanged bastards and may help ye out. Just be careful with them and don’t blind yerself.” He cautioned grinning as she stuck her tongue out at him. There was his sister.<br>They spoke awhile as she gathered her new supplies and they talked about regular things, his dates and her downtime as a budding artist. Relaxing, Mena smiled and nodded at her brother “I’ll see ye later Tristan and thanks.” She commented, nodding at her new gear. <br>“Aye, be careful out there.” He stated.<br>“No promises.” She commented and headed out into the night, sliding her coat on.<br><br>She walked on for a good while, feeling or seeing no vampires. That was until another faint cramp pulsed along her head and abdomen. Frowning she moved swiftly to the area where the feeling was coming from and tugged a knife from her belt, seeing a vampire ahead rushing a young man. Eyes narrowing she threw the knife and it stabbed through the vampire’s leg. A crack filled the air as she fired her pistol aiming at the thing’s head to take it out fully, forgetting the young man's presence for now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 08:33:24</strong>
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				Stabbing wasn't working, so the young soul changed tactics. As the creature rushed at him he threw the knife with tremendous force. It stuck in the creature's shoulder, which caused it to stop. It turned it's gleaming eyes to the knife and grabbed it, hauling out of the very bone with a grunt. "That can't stop me," it growled! "Nothing can stop me!" It weilded the knife and charged the boy with it to strike with his own blade.<br><br>His streetfighting instincts kicked in. On some level he expected the creature to attack him with the knife and was ready for it. As it lead with the blade he grabbed it's arm and turned, hauling it's arm behind it into a hammerlock. His other arm went around the creature's head and he twisted it savagely...<em>almost</em> hard enough to break it's neck. It did not break, though. The creature howled in pain and instinctively bit into his arm! The boy cringed at the pain but ignored it, hauling left and right on the thing's head, trying to snap it's neck as it knawed on his arm and drank from it. It made shooting the things head a very difficult thing for the slayer of whom he was unaware..!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 23:47:31</strong>
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				Well God damn it, that didn’t work. The bullet whizzed by the two as the vampire was turned, narrowly missing the boy as it impacted into the wall beyond. Swearing, Hawk instead moved in closer, drawing a device that she kept strapped to her hip “Let it go!” she called to the young man, eyes locked on the vampire. She would have liked to try the new orbs her twin fashioned but knowing him they would light the vampire and the young man trying to break its neck on fire. That would start the night well, murdering a poor civilian who didn’t well enough know to run off. <br><br>Instead she lifted the small hand held weapon she held, it was a crossbow but fired sharpened stakes instead of bolts. If she hit the vampire and he disintegrated there was still the risk of hitting the young man and she didn’t want that. But the vampire was gnawing on his arm and something had to be done. So she fired a sharpened stake at the vampire’s chest, praying to any good Gods that were listening that she wouldn’t kill the young man.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 04:31:38</strong>
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				He had not even noticed Hawk until he heard the gunshot. He instinctively used the beast as a shield, holding it in front of him as it happily chewed his arm. The vamp bit down further and savaged him. On the bright side this gave Mike a chance to improve his grip. A deft shift of his arm and there was a resounding "Kr-rack!" He hurled the vampire forward, right into the stake which finished the job. It pierced the dark creature and it crumbled to dust! <br><br>Mike grasped at his viciously wounded forarm and warily eyed the newcomer. He wasn't thinking at all as the adrenaline and endorphines flowing through him had him primed for action. He was a moment away from foolharily attacking the woman! "More nightmares? I killed that one! I'll kill you too!"
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				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 05:08:14</strong>
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				She heard the crack and winced inwardly, wondering if it was the man's arm or the vampire that had made the sound. When the young man didn't screech in pain and writhe on the ground as the vampire crumbled to dust she felt a surge of relief. That was replaced right away by pure confusion and she slid her weapon back into her belt arching a brow.<br><br>"I'm no' a nightmare, I'm only here te help. Calm down now." she stated, hoarse voice quiet and as soothing as she could make it. Her palms were raised and open to face him as her mind raced, he had killed someone, or did he think she was a vampire, small blame for him for being paranoid...
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				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 05:56:39</strong>
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				'Stay!" he demanded! Any time she stepped closer he stepped back, every said step making him look more feral and dangerous. He backed up some, still holding his arm where it bled freely. "Can't have it! It's <em>my</em> blood! I'm keeping it!" He wanted his knife back but he wasn't going to take his eyes off her to try and find it. He started to feel the effects as the rush ended and was suddenly tired. Not exhausted like a normal human would be, just tired. A bit unsteady too. He wavered a bit, then looked down at his arm. "Stop bleeding!": he demanded of it.
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				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 05:59:25</strong>
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				Oh hells, he was cracked. And not just the shock that came from seeing a vampire chomp on you either. She kept still and nodded "Av course ye are. I'm not here te take ye're blood in the least." she soothed, seeing him waver lightly, he hadn't fallen down yet that was damned odd. "Ye're arm won't stop bleeding if ye yell at it, let me help ye." she offered, not wanting him to hurt himself.
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				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 08:54:25</strong>
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				"You talk weird," he said, then looked down at his arm again. He looked back up at her and narrowed his eyes, glaring at her. "You shot at me!" Then a thought occured to him, running within his trauma distorted mind. "Where'd the nightmare go? You made it go 'way." He looked around, trying in vain to find the vampire. "How do you make nightmares go away?" A lack of nightmares was something he found quite desirable.
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				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 16:10:31</strong>
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				"I have a accent, it may sound a mite odd te ye." she acknowledged. "I did, only te kill the vampire trying to make a meal out av yere forearm." she pointed out, nodding at the wound and tilted her head "Impale them usually." she added with a wolf's grin, showing all her teeth. <br><br>She took another step fowards, blue green eyes steady in a heart shaped face that was tense and lined from lack of sleep. "I can help ye, find someone to treat that arm." she offered, mind running along with the thought that the young man was much too strong for his own good, he could hurt someone, more likely himself. 
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				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 19:33:56</strong>
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				His glare softened a little, as did his voice. "You make nightmares go 'way!" He moved up to her and grabbed her arm with a quickness that, given his wounded state, he should not have had. Then he was dragging her with him by the hand while holding her wrist in an unbelievable grip the short distance to his little camp. Slayers were strong. This man was stronger! It was like the proportionate strength difference between men and women applied to slayers, except that there were no male slayers. "You stay with me. Keep nightmares away. Watch me sleep!"<br><br>As he bled his grip softened. Once he got there he let go and went to his backpack. He pulled out a spare shirt and put it on his arm, tying it firmly in place. It would not take long for the shirt to be bloodsoaked. He really needed medical attention.
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				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 22:16:29</strong>
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				"I...yes." she agreed, blinking once, after all she was a Slayer and as the old saying went it did seem best to pamper the mad man for now. At least until he tried to either dissect her for the aliens or rip out her fillings so they couldn't be heard by the CIA. He grabbed her arm and she gripped him at him elbow swiftly, noting his speed. He was stronger then she was. Well that wasn't right. Instead of feeling worried or uneasy she merely felt a flicker of irritation and sighed, seeing his small camp ahead.<br><br>She did not want to call her Watcher about this. <em>"Hey, Mur, guess what? I've been captured by an insane man...and I think he's a Slayer. Yes a male Slayer, no I don't think he's a cross dresser."</em> Oh yes that would go over wonderfully. "I am not going te watch ye sleep. As far as I know ye can take on nightmares yerself, what I am going to do is get someone to look at ye're arm." she commented, then paused. "Ye're bleeding all over the place, that will just attract more av those nightmares." she pointed out, hoping to appeal to his paranoia. Taking out a small phone she made a quick call and hung up, turning to him again "How long have ye been here?" she asked, glancing at his camp. He didn't look that scruffy yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:59:38</strong>
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				He didn't like this at all! She couldn't leave! He wanted to sleep nightmare free! "Stay! I don't want nightmares. I'm tired, so you stay while I sleep! I'm hungry, too. My arm hurts." He settled down on the rugged blanket he had on the ground, ignoring her statement that she would not watch him sleep and sort of rolled up in it. He did nothing to care for his injured arm after putting the shirt on it.<br><br>He was almost asleep in mere moments. He softly murmured, No nightmares tonight" and got a small smile on his face.
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				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:25:18</strong>
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				"Well av course your arm hurts, a vampire was gnawing on it!" she snapped, losing her patience a moment as he muttered and rolled into the blanket. Sighing she rubbed her face lightly and turned to the entrance of his shelter, senses aware and open for any vampires, or demons, or summoned beasties that would try and kill them both. <br><br>Listening to him the woman shook her head, waiting in silence a few moments as a car pulled up and a man got out. He approached, smoothing back thick auburn hair and smiled faintly, hazel eyes roving over the young man. "So this is the lad ye called about?" he asked, voice quiet and calm, a thick Scotch burr to his words as well. "Aye Tobias. He's cracked, and wounded, won't listen te me. I have te get him to the Conclave." she murmured as he nodded thoughtfully. "Wake him, he can be treated here, I brought my bag." he offered and the Slayer was grateful that her older brother was a doctor. With a faint sigh she approached the young man, crouching a good distance away "Lad? Wake up, we need to fix ye're arm, and we can go somewhere where no nightmares will get ye." she offered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:15:20</strong>
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				It took some doing to wake him. It seemed he really needed to sleep...or he was in shock. He did open his eyes to say, "Go 'way. Sleepin'." After they made it clear they would harass him until he got up he growled out, "Whattaya want?" He sat up and scratched around the bloodsoaked shirt covering his wound.<br><br>"No nightmares? Where?" The idea of a place with no nightmares was very attractive to him. "I hate nightmares. I keep seeing the poor girl. She screams. The screaming doesn't stop, ever! I don't wanna hear the screams anymore!" e looked like he was ready to cry! He was very obviously, even to merely a doctor instead of a trained psychologist, that he was sufferring from a severe care of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. He was also quite possibly under the influence of some kind of drugs.
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				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:30:43</strong>
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				A frown creased her brother's brow as the young man woke slowly and it deepened as he scratched around the wound. "A safe place, ye can get some food, clean up and get fixed up. Also ye can sleep safely, no nightmares." she commented, voice quiet. Her eyes became grave as he kept speaking and she nodded, reaching out to touch his uninjured arm "That'll fade in time." she murmured, knowing what he was going through, being a Slayer didn't keep you invulnerable from everything. Tobias shifted a bit, seeing that his pupils had shifted, he was shaky, and over stressed as well. Hawk knew this as well and kept still "Will ye come with us then, after getting ye're arm looked at?" she asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:54:06</strong>
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				he was wary and it showed. "No nightmares! If I see nightmares then I'll kill 'em! And you!" He turned back to Hawk and said, "'Cept you. You make nightmares go 'way."<br><br>He got up to gather his meager (stolen) possesions. He put everything in his backpack and held a knife in his hand. The backpack he clutched posessively, the knife readily. "Where's no nightmares? Is it far?" He wavered again and stumbled. He dropped the backpack as he went to his knees but not the knife. That he held in front of himself. He looked around and said, "Who did that? I'll kill 'em!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:01:47</strong>
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				Tobias, to his credit remained calm, merely arching a brow at the death threat. Hawk's eyes flashed "No, ye won't. He's my brother, so leave him be." she admonished. The woman stood as her brother kept a wary eye on the young man, waiting for him to fall and pass out as much as he disliked it. "No, it's not far, we'd have te drive though." she commented and crouched "Ye fell because ye've lost alot av blood, let me help ye up." she offered, holding out a hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:39:55</strong>
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				"Okay, 'cause you made that nightmare go 'way." He paused and looked at her with a frightened expression. "You're not gonna scream are you?" Visions of the girl the horrible men had sacrificed so horridly and the screms she screamed ran through his head and he shuddered. He had been forced to watch! They actually glued his eyes open! He shook his head, then took her hand before she could answer, slowly stood, then fell again. "Can't go. The nightmares won't let me!" He was feeling weak and decided to just lay down right there. He curled up foetally and murmured, "Keep the nightmares away. Please?" Then he drifted off...
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				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:52:26</strong>
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				She shook her head "No, I don't scream easy." she stated, watching him shudder. Something was plaguing him that was for sure. "There's no more nightmares here." she commented and saw him curl up and sleep sighing faintly. Carefully and with more gentleness then she usually showed she lifted him gently. Tobias smiled at her and lead her to the car, they were at the Conclave headquarters in the next twenty minutes. In that time, Hawk drove and stopped briefly to let Tobias treat the young man's arm. Once that was done she stopped behind the building, lifting the young man out and carrying him into a quiet back hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 05:13:10</strong>
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				His wish for a calm sleep failed. He had the horrible nightmare again. It haunted his sleep and he struggled to wake. "No, no more," he murmered as he dreamed. It was barely audible. At times he struggled visibly against invisible bonds. Then he went limp...<br><br>While she was carrying him things changed. He was calm. He had no dream, just dark sleep. That was a change. He didn't struggle. In fact he seemed to shift so that he was more against her, like a child needing the comforting presence of a parent or of a man seeking the warmth of a lover...
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				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 05:24:34</strong>
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				"Ssh, ye're safe." Hawk stated, voice very quiet as he struggled and she stopped so she wouldn't drop him. As he went limp, she sighed, ignoring the odd looks from the other Slayers and the arched brow from her mentor, who soon walked over as the young man shifted against her. Muritala Abdulwasiu frowned lightly "Why do you always have to bring in strays? First that cat, then that little girl and now this." he began, meeting her gaze "I think he's a Slayer." she commented and he blinked "Really now?" he asked, little disbelief in his response, Hawk was not one to joke about things like this. The woman shrugged "Aye, let me get him te my quarters, we can talk later." she replied. Walking away she headed to the Slayer's quarters and walked into her small room, placing him on the bed gently.
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				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 07:27:14</strong>
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				He resisted being let free of her grasp, clinging to her with fierce strength. Laying him there wasn't the problem. It was letting him go, or rather getting him to stop clinging. "Mm!" was the only sound he made as he tried to remain against the source of warmth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 14:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk blinked and arched a brow as he snugged against her. "I take it ye don't want me to put ye down?" she asked rhetorically and sighed. She winced a moment later and simply sat on the bed "Ye're hurting my ribs a bit there." she mused aloud, voice still casual. A muffled chuckle came from her entrance way and she looked up to see Tobias who was covering a grin. "Shut it." she responded, a faint amusement dancing in her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 15:20:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still out he clutched her, silently demanding she remain. It felt warm! He'd gotten so used to being cold when he slept and he liked that warm feeling, even while asleep.<br><br>Her sharp response to Tobias made him wake for a few moments. "Warm," he muttered and smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 18:57:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well he has probably been sleeping out in the cold and damp for who knows how long. come get me when he's awake and more willing to sit still, I want te make sure he's not caught something." Tobias commented. Hawk nodded slowly, keeping her comment of <em>Except a boat load av crazy</em> to herself. Looking down at him she smiled in despite of herself "Aye, and ye'd still be warm under some nice blankets, wouldnae that be better?" she asked, feeling as if she was trying to cajole an over large child to sleep.<br><br>(OOC- I find this hugely amusing.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 01:12:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lay there against her and slept a long, long while. Hours! When he finally woke it was due to hunger and to use the washroom. He yawned as he woke and stretched, partially breaking away from her, though his legs still were against hers. He looked at her and said, "You kept the nightmares away." He smiled childishly, then said, "I'd hug you but I'd break you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 03:43:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk sighed and stared at the ceiling as Tobias left to look after some of the other Slayers. She found herself half dozing at a point and tensed, not wanting to fall asleep with a crazy man near, much less have the nightmares that had plagued her the past week or so. Frowning she looked at him and half smiled "I don't break easy, but thanks for thinking av me." she commented "There's a bathroom over there, then I can get ye something to eat." she offered, shoulders easing at his child-like smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 05:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The offer of food made him grin. "Hungry!" He got up slowly and looked at his arm. "That hurts." He brought it closer to his eyes and tentatively touched the wound. Stupid nightmare!" He headed to the bathroom next and returned once finished. "Food? You said you'd gimme food."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 06:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought as much." she commented and stood, stretching a moment. Grimacing as her back popped in several placed she looked over at him and nodded "Aye, come along then." she stated, holding out a hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 08:22:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He eagerly took her hand. "No nightmares," he muttered as his skin melded to hers He let her lead him like a puppy. "I bet you never have nightmares. I bet they fear you. What's the food?" At this point he'd pretty much eat anything, so it really didn't matter. Talking just seemed to make things...less lonely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 16:17:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"None here." she agreed with a nodded, squeezing his hand carefully, minding her strength. "No I have my own, ones while I sleep. Some nightmares chase me. It's in the kitchen." she replied, as they headed down the hall, entering a large kitchen and dining area. Letting go of his hand the woman quickly got a meal of steak, potatoes of vegetables warmed up, grabbing a bottle of water and placing them in front of him on a table nearby "Here." she murmured, nudging out a chair with her foot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 19:08:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He went right for the water. He chugged down more than half of it before he started in on the food. There was no talking while he ate and it was not a leisurely eat either. He was ravenous and it showed. After he quickly finished he finished the water, then looked up and said, "More?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 03:43:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whoa, slow down, ye'll make yerself sick, drinking so fast." she cautioned, watching him eat swiftly, already setting up more food for him, adding in some fruit as well. Preparing a sandwich for herself she eyes him, blue-green eyes sharp wondering what had happened to him to make him so traumatized, also memorizing his features in case he was someone of importance.<br><br>((OOC-What does he look like?))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 04:05:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(( OOC: he looks a lot like the guy on the throne in my picture on the left there. Just no armour. He's exactly 180 cm (that's 6 feet for you non-metric users) and has the practical strength look as opposed to the mass building look))<br><br>Any food he doesn't finish he insists on keping for laterHe keeps the orange and banana for later. "Naw. Won't get sick. Don't get sick or I'd be sick now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 04:40:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((OOC-Alright, long blonde hair, handsome, tall and fit. Eye colour?))<br><br>Hawk nodded "Hm, I'll believe ye on that. Now, I can get ye some new clothes once I find some that fit. Did ye want te take a shower?" she asked, tilting her head back to look up at him, he was taller then her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 07:48:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(( OOC: Blue of course...pale blue.))<br><br>He looked at her cautiously and said, "Can't. Nightmares'll come." It was stated simply and with complete confidence He had a flash of "body disposal" involving a bathtub and a lot of hydrochloric acid. At least there were no screams then...<br><br>"I'll take clothes though," he said. There was no politeness there. It was simple and practical. He'd take any useful freebies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 20:59:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, they won't, trust me. The vampires canae get in here and the bad images and smells...that's all they are, ghost sensations." she pointed out but had the wisdom to drop the point for now. "Right then, follow me." she added with a light shrug, walking to the store of supplies kept by the Conclave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 22:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The mention of the word ghosts caused a transformation in him. His voice raised to a shriek as he cried out, <strong>"Ghosts?"</strong> He looked terrified. He did not want to see the ghost of that girl he always saw when he slept! That would be catastrophic! "KeeptheghostsawayIdon'twannaseeheragain!" He rushed up and grabbed her like she was a human shield. "Keep'emaway! Keep'emaway!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 23:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk had been about to open the door to the supply room when the young man tweaked. She swung about and reached up to grab his shirt, muscles flexing from instinct to shove him away, meeting resistance instead. "Her? No, I didnae mean an actual ghost!" she stated and let go deciding that to soothe him would be the best course "I won't let any ghosts find ye, alright?" she stated, tone much gentler now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 04:35:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't really listening. He spent a good couple of minutes begging her to keep the ghosts away. Ghosts really freaked him out! Had she not had slayer strength he might have crushed her ribs!<br><br>Once he was somewhat calmed he looked at her with tremendous nervousness. "You'll keep the ghosts away? I don't wanna dream of ghosts!"<br><br>Whatever had messed him up clearly was still happening within him and his dreams.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 04:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She relented and held him in a slightly awkward hug, it wasn't something she did often. Even with her strength she felt her chest tighten a bit and she looked at him. Her heart twisted a bit and she nodded, face softening "Aye, I'll do my best. Come on, let's get ye some clothes." she cajoled and unlocked the door walking in and gathering a few shirts, three pairs of jeans and some socks and boxers, eyeing him a moment and guessing for size, walking out with the clothes in her arms. "There." she murmured, looking at him and half smiling "I hope these fit." she stated, walking back to her room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 05:23:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hug helped a bit and he calmed further. He went with her to geth the clothes and watched her as she picked them out. He didn't even try them on. He just took 'em. "More?" he asked. "'Specially boots or shoes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 05:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure, ye planning on leaving us anytime soon then?" she asked, doubling his supply and getting a pair of sturdy boots as well, gathering them in her arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 18:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Practical as could be he tried on the boots right there and was surprised at the fit. "Wow. They fit good." He kept them on and picked up his tatterred shoes. "Can't leave. Nightmares'll come. You said nightmares don't come here and you made nightmare go 'way. Gotta stay or nightmares..!"<br><br>He looked at her evenly and said, "Now what?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 18:54:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pausing while he tried on the boots she nodded "Great, I can get another pair in that size." she stated and frowned as he rambled feeling foolish for even mentioning him leaving "Alright, ye're welcome to stay here as long as ye like." she soothed as they headed back to her quarters. "Well ye can clean up and change, sleep if ye're tired, or I can show ye around this place." she offered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 21:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to her and replied. "Show me all the places that're nightmare free." In a moment of lucidity he said, "You might want to warn people not to sneak up on me. I've...become very strong and tend to react without thinking. I wouldn't want to damage one of my hosts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 22:52:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, well the quarters hall around us are safe. So is the mess hall and the meeting areas. There are libraries, an infirmary and a information bay. All those are safe. Ye'd want to stay away from the outer walls and the interrogation area." she mused. Her brow raised as he spoke, more lucid then since she had met him but the woman nodded "I'll pass word, most av us here heal quickly, but it's a good idea for everyone te be aware all the same." she stated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 01:16:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered visibly at the mention of the interrogation area. "There's nightmares there?" he asked tremblingly when she said to stay away from it and the outer walls. In his mine the walls became the edge of his world and to go beyond was to enter the abyss. "I don't wanna go there! Keep the walls away from me!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 06:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sometimes, but never for long. All those areas are guarded well, ye won't have to go near them in the least." she assured, keeping her patience as he got more disturbed "The walls are made av stone, they canae move, it'll be alright." she soothed, nudging her room door open with her hip, realizing how tired she was, it was much past her patrol time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 06:35:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was slightly reassured by her explanation and tone. He nodded and said, "No nightmares." <br><br>When she nudged her door open he walked right into her room without thinking, assuming it was part of the tour. "This isn't a library. No nightmares here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 14:30:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Exactly." she replied with a nod and walked into her room, placing his clothes on a desk "No nightmares, this is my bedroom. Ye'll be staying here awhile and I thought we could put ye're clothes away, unless ye want to haul them around for the next half hour." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 21:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked around the room and explored a little. He didn't open any doors or drawers (there might be nightmares in 'em!) but he did pick up the odd nick-knack to look at. He set everything back in place after though.<br><br>He didn't want to carry all his stuff around everywhere but he also didn't want to lose them either. He clutched them firmly and said, "Noone will steal them, right? If they do I'll hurt 'em!"<br><br>After this exchange he said, "Your room. I sleep here? Nightmares won't come here." He opened his backpack and took out a rugged blanket and sleeping bag. He set them on the floor, making up his sleep zone. "Wish I had a bed." he said softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 15:54:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She paused, watching as he picked up a sketchbook on a low table, and a few small statues on a shelf. "No, no one will steal them I lock my room when I leave and no one will break in." she replied easily. Nodding once the woman tilted her head "Ye can use my bed." she offered, looking over at a small couch "I can use the couch, it pulls out." she added, he may as well be comfortable at the very least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 07:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she suggested he use her bed he got a silly little grin on his face and said, "Share the bed? That'd be a good dream!" He looked her over for the first time, noting that she was a girl and not just a guardian figure. "Hm. Better not. Nightmares'd know you weren't watching 'em!" His smile went a little sad at that. Apparently she was more useful to him protecting him thatn in any sensual manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 14:28:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk simply arched a brow at that. It wasn't often that she was looked at by someone as a woman, instead of one of the many Slayers. Besides that most of the men in her life were either mentor figures or family, so it stood to reason that that was rare. "No, I meant that you could have the bed for yerself. I would take the couch, for me te sleep on alone." she explained and half smiled "Trust me, I don't let my guard down, even for that." she stated, amused by that thought, how embarrassing would it be to be caught by a vampire with your pants down, literally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 04:59:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her with an expression of cynicism. "No way. Guard's always down then. Can't risk nightmares, even for you. They'll get me! Can't let them get me! No more nightmares, ever!" He did set his stuff up again, into his backpack. Once he put it away he said, "More tour?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 05:08:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrugged lightly "Ye'd be surprised. Besides, this door locks and is reinforced with solid steel, it's strong. No more nightmares, come on, let's finish up." she stated with a nod, leading him out once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 06:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He liked the re-inforced door. He gave it a pat on the way out. "Walls too?" he asked as he followed her.<br><br>A scattered memory struck him, one that was related to an old Native myth. The Dreamcatcher spider who's web captured nightmares and trapped them until the sun's rays destroyed them in the mornings. "Spiders. You have spiders?" He sounded oddly hopeful as he asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 06:44:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Concrete, and stone. We don't fuck around" she stated, adjusting her coat as she walked down the hall. She blinked and arched a brow in surprise "How'd ye hear about those?" she asked, watching him and nodded "Something like that, on the walls, they've been useful." she mused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 20:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He got a broad smile when she confirmed the presence of spiders. "Noooo nightmares," he said happily and for the first time since she'd seen him he relaxed his posture a little. Between the spiders and his new good luck charm (her) his fear level seemed to drop signifigantly. <br><br>He went with her on the tour, looking from place to place, getting sleepier by the moment. It was like he didn't feel he had to stay awake all the time anymore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 04:36:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Exactly, I'll keep ye safe." she replied, <em>the best I can</em> she thought. Seeing him relax she smiled faintly, glad that he was a bit at ease and walked on. She led him to show the quarters, the weapons supply room as well as the information back, where witches and technically inclined folk kept tabs on their connections and their enemies. She could tell that it was getting to be morning and she herself was tiring as well. "Come on, let's get some sleep." she offered, looking over at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 06:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While in the armoury he noticed that all the weapons were medievil. "Where's the guns?" he asked as he wandered about. He'd used handguns in his street crimes but he'd have no idea how to use an axe in a fight.<br><br>It is not hard to lure him to sleep. With his less stressed manner his need for truly restful sleep had caught up with him. He let her lead him like a puppy to her room. He peeled off his shirt on the way, wanting to take less time...and revealing scarring that looked like arcane symbols carved(!) into his chest!<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 23:34:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked around at the racks of swords, crossbows, knives and other assortment of weapons. "The Slayers usually don't use firearms, instead they use these weapons. It more subtle and lessens the risk of casualty av civilians."<br><br>"I, however use a gun and other weapons, its frowned on but tolerated." she added, entered her room and removing her outer coat, wearing a fitted black t-shirt underneath. Her arms were toned and traced with a few long scars and she turned to look at him, blanching a moment. "Dear Christ." she stated, seeing the symbols carved into his chest. What the hell had happened?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 02:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He frowned when she reacted to the ritual scarring. He looked like he was sorry as a flash of the girl being tortured as they carved him came to mind. He shivered for a moment and said, "Couldn't stop 'em. Sorry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 07:18:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head, a dark cast falling over her eyes "Don't be. I can see that ye had no say in the matter. Get some sleep, I have te speak to a few people in the morning." she murmured, seating herself on the couch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 05:20:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"'Kay," he said. He pulled off his shoes, socks and jeans, remaining in his underwear. Hisbody was lean, slim and toned. Wiry was the right word. He slinked into her bed and yawned slightly, then was soon asleep...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 05:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk smiled a bit and nodded, looking him over. He had a damned nice body and she looked away, kicking off her boots and socks, flopping back into the couch. Tired, she stared at the ceiling a moment and sighed, before she fell asleep as well, breathing slowly, not dreaming, yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 15:37:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tossed and turned as he slept, waking a couple of times and peering about to see where he was. Once he remembered he calmed and lay back down. Then he slept. Oh, did he sleep! If unroused he would sleep a full day and night. He did have nightmares as he slept but he slept through them this time. He ended up uncovered, the blankets dangling off the side of the bed as he clutched one of her pillows against his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 23:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman dreamed often, usually of future and past fights with vampires. Some left her frustrated as they was so vague that she'd never be able to find out where and when they'd apply until she was a half step away. The dreams she had now were dark and made her twitch and sweat, awakening late in the morning with fear sweat covering her skin. Panting she rested her face in her hands, looking over at her charge as she stood, wanting to place the blankets on him thought not wanting to wake him. Who knows how he'd react? "Lad? Can ye hear me?" she asked, standing at about a foot away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 21:11:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He woke with a start when she spoke. almost leaping from the bed, crouched and ready to fight. He barely recognized her as he lunged forward, but managed to pull himself to a stop before he engaged her. <br><br>He didn't remember the nightmares he had (though he did have them) and he got a slight smile on his face. "No nightmares!" he declared.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 23:12:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk moved just as swiftly he did, standing her ground as her body tensed and shifted into a defensive stance. "Good morning te ye too." she stated dryly and nodded "Good te hear. Alright, ye're welcome to stay here and clean up I have some folk to talk to then we can get some food, how does that sound?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:12:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and said, "I am lways ready for food. What is there and will I have to make it myself? I'd also like to take a shower, please." His shift into regular conversational language was seamless and completely natural. His more restful sleep and full stomach had helped him with that desparate edge and touch of madness so that he could act more normal for a while.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:20:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman smiled "That's good te hear. Ye won't have to make it yerself right way, I can make us both something." she offered. Gesturing to the shower she felt a bit more at ease as he sounded much more lucid "The showers right there, go ahead." she added, stretching a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:38:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and said, "Thanks." He hopped into the bathroom and undressed, dropping his clothes in a pile. He turned the water on nice and hot, then stepped in.<br><br><em>"Ahhhhhhhhh!"</em><br><br>The hot water felt good on his sore body. The heat was well appreciated. He just stood there and soaked it up for a bit, then started in on washing. He washed his hair with the shampoo, rinsed and repeated. It had been a long time since he'd done so so the repeat was nessesary. He used thr soap and scrubbed himself clean. Then he stayed under the hot spray, just enjoying the warmth.<br><br>After about half an hour he turned off the water, dried off and stepped back into her room so he could put on clean clothes. That was a good feeling too. he looked in the mirror and smiled as he picked up her brush and set to getting all the knots and tangles out of his hair. Once finished he grinned in the mirror.&nbsp; "I'm a sexy man!" he exclaimed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 05:00:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((OOC- Haha, he's awesome))<br><br>Hawk nodded and let him go. Taking a moment to make sure he was alright she left the room and made sure that the halls were empty, already hearing the rumours and talk of the newcomer to the Conclave. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes and giving neutral comments when prodded she walked to a small hallway entering a library/office. Her mentor Muritala stood there and nodded at her, smiling briefly.<br><br>"Hawk. Got your stray settled?"<br><br>The woman grimaced "Aye, I did. One thing troubles me though."<br><br>"Besides his insanity?"<br><br>"That's not the oddest thing I've seen. He's got symbols carved intae his skin." she stated as her mentor raised an eyebrow.<br><br>"Show me."<br><br>The woman nodded, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil, sketching the symbols from memory, showing them to the man who frowned.<br><br>"I know" she began "I don' recognize them either." she stated<br><br>"We can research it, get what information you can. In the meantime, keep him calm and out of everyone's way."&nbsp; he replied.<br><br>"Right, thanks. I'll keep things quiet." She commented and stood up.<br><br>Her mentor smirked "Hm, I believe that, it's always turns odd with you, and noisy." <br><br>Hawk waved "Canae help it, I like flash." she stated, leaving. <br><br>The woman returned to the room and opened the door right as the man expounded on his sexiness. Chuckling she shook her head "Ye do clean up nice, I'll give ye that." she commented, smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 21:15:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With lucidity in his expression he turned to her and smiled, saying, "That's why it could never work between us. I'd be the sexy one and you'd resent it." He smirked playfully, then went to get his boots and put them on. Once on he got his knives and set them in place on his person. One in his boot (a smaller one), one on his belt with a covered sheathe and one in his jacket (which seemed to trouble him; in his "new" jacket he couldn't get it to sit quite right for comfort and ease of access). "There. Now I'm ready for breakfast."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 04:03:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk blinked, surprised, before laughing outright. "Oh I'd completely resent it, always feeling as if I was the unsexy one, never being able te compare. My soul'd wither away." she replied, smirking as well now as she slid on a small coat and adjusted her weapons belt with the gun and long knife. "Good te know." she mused, walking on to the kitchen and setting up some soup, and a roast beef sandwich handing them over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was unusual breakfast food but Mike wasn't complaining. It was food and he would eat it! He sat down and started in on the soup first, pausing to munch on the sandwich every now and then. "Do you always eat like this here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:50:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking a seat with an apple, some water and soup of her own she nodded "We get supplies from the town and take care av our meals." she commented, starting to eat, thinking of what an enigma this man was. She didn't want to ask any questions yet to make him agitated. She rather preferred him to be lucid. Then the woman blinked there was one thing she didn't know "What's ye're name by the way?" she asked, looking over at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 18:35:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused when she asked him his name and his features toughened. "What's yours?" he asked back. He was pretty certain that Hawk wasn't her real name. Besides, others might be about, watching, listening. It was like that all the time in his parents' business so he learned early to reveal as little information as possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 21:21:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She arched a brow and shrugged "Mena Firestone. I go by Hawk now. Both names are common enough knowledge. If ye don't want to give ye're real name just use an alias. As long as I can call ye something." she replied evenly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 05:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mike," he answered. With one word he shifted from lucidity to paranoia again. His eyes became shifty and he was hyper alert like before. "What now? Now there's no nightmares so now what?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 06:15:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good te meet ye Mike." she replied, wondering if that was his real name. "Well we can go for a walk, train, I can show ye our small walled gardens. What do ye want te do?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 05:19:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He scowled a bit, just by instinct as he thought. Then he figured that there were webs and spiders in gardens. "Gardens. We can bring food?" He looked at the fridge as if he was afraid it would be gone when he returned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 17:43:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, if ye want, though it won't vanish while we're gone." she commented, standing and wrapping a few sandwiches in a napkin and grabbing some fruit and water. "The gardens are quiet too and not even close to the high walls, so they're safe." she assured him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 18:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned and said, "Okay." He went to the fridge and grabbed two apples, then said, "You lead. I watch your butt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 18:37:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk arched a brow, walking ahead "Usually its "I'll watch ye're back", isnae it?" she asked, heading down the halls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 06:20:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had a slightly confused expression after she answered, but he recovered and explained, quite seriously, "Backs aren't sexy though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 14:11:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's a whole song around that though. But they may mean that whole are, including the butt. And I'll take that as a compliment." she replied, amused now as she led him out a small side door to a tiny, well kept garden.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 07:38:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed her to the garden and, once there, stopped to look around. He looked to the high places, as if scanning for threats. He half-smiled when he saw a spider web. The garden turned out to be anti-climactic for him, though. He was a city boy and was not drawn to plants or the wild at all.<br><br>"What's the garden for?" he asked calmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 16:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk sat on a stone bench and watched him a moment, tilting her head "Well in some av them we grow vegetables, mostly though we use them as places te relax." she answered with a light shrug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 22:13:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even before his capture and torture he lived in a world of paranoia. Relaxing was never really an option when your parents are in the drug trade and at any time you could be ambushed, arrested or generally messed with. He thought for a moment, remembering some of his earlier experiences and said, "Relax. Hm. That's dumb!" What he didn't say, but he thought was that dropping your guard made you lose your edge. That would cause you harm. "Maybe no nightmares, but there's lots of other things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 01:12:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk nodded slowly, starting to eat "I have the same thoughts at times. But te not relax, or unwind, it makes ye overstressed and can lead to mistakes." she commented "There may be vampires and lots av other things but that doesnae mean our lives should be wasted fully, ye know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 01:32:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whoosh! Right over his head! He was in far too vulnerable a state to even consider dropping his guard. If he didn't need to sleep he wouldn't! "They wait for you to do that," he answered before he bit into an apple. "Then they come and take you and...do things! Make you see things! No more! No more nightmares!" He was getting very animated and appeared angry as he vocalized his torment.<br><br>He suddenly seemed almost catatonic, leaning back against the wall, his apple falling to the ground. He still stood but his eyes seemed unfocused. "Twillight," was all me whispered. "Twillight!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 01:53:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked and sighed faintly, now understanding that she was not influencing him in the least. "Sometimes they do, sounds like ye've been having to much av that." she stated, worried now as she stood up, approaching him. Twilight. She'd have to look into that. "Mike? Can ye hear me?" she asked, voice soft and calm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 08:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can hear...no more screams...Twillight made her scream! It hurt to watch!" He snapped free of his catatonia as his eyes focused. He looked at her pleadingly and pleaded, "Help her!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 14:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I bet it did. Who's Twilight?" she asked, already filing what he was saying away, she may need to get the intelligence's group's help on this. Seeing his eyes focus, she blinked and nodded, eyes steady "We both will, if we can." she stated, thinking the woman had to be dead, by how he had been talking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 19:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Them!"</em> he answered! He knelt down and, using his fingers, drew the symbol of Twillight in the dirt.It was a simple symbol, a low grade arch representing the horizon with a star resting on the right side of it. "Them!" he states again, pointing at what he drew. "Twillight!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 03:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk looked calm and looked at the symbol, memorizing it. "We'll find them, make sure that this doesnae happen again. If ye can tell me anything more, will ye speak av it?" she asked, turning to him once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 03:23:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh? Whattayou mean?" Her accent and manner of speaking suddenly urked him. "Can't you talk normal? Like me!" His comment was ludicrous, of course. He hardly spoke normally, at least when he wasn't lucid. "Twillight! They got her! Got me! Did things!" He stomped his foot down on the symbil, swiping it along and wiping it out maliciously. "Hate Twillight!" He sounded like a movie critic the way he said it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 03:42:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: XD "sounded like a movie critic" Awesome.))<br><br><br>She grimaced a bit and sighed "I meant that the other Slayers and I will track this Twilight down. Can you tell me anything else?" she asked, speaking more precisely, accent thinning. She narrowed her eyes and nodded "Canae say I blame that. What did they do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 01:01:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He actually shuddered when she asked what they did. <strong>"Things!"</strong> he answered loudly! He pulled one of his knives out and stalked back toward the castle with malice in his demeanor. "Kill them! They'll never do that to me again!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 19:56:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Things. How wonderfully specific." she grumbled and her eyes widened as she dashed after him skidding to a halt in front of the entrance "Whoa, alright, calm down now. There's none av them here, they won't get ye again, alright? Put the knife down."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 21:57:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he stalked into the castle with his knife weilded menacingly the occupants decided to take no chances. Before Hawk could intervene he was intercepted and brought down hard. The first strike disarmed him, the follow up turned into a 3 on 1 brawl. Mike's superior strength helped him hold his own but he was outnumbered and outskilled. Raging and ranting he was taken to the ground and incapacitated. Two of the slayers carried him away while one stayed to deal with Hawk. Before the Scottish slayer could speak the slayer known as Jacinthe said, "Listen, this man is dangerous. We've been watching him since you brought him here. We had to take him down before he hurt anyone. Xander has sent for help to deal with him, okay? We're not just abandoning him. We need to know what he knows and where he came from. Can you deal or is there going to be a problem?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 22:35:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gods damn it." she muttered, running after him just as he was tackled to the ground. "Hey. HEY!" she yelled, trying to get to them as he was carried away, now who knew what he'd do when he awoke? Her sympathy for him and her irritation of not dealing with it enough to have things lead to this she looked at Jacinthe and set her jaw nodding "Av course I can deal. I know some av what he's said but not much."&nbsp; she commented, with a shrug, voice clipped and terse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 02:16:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacinthe nodded and replied, "Well, then, you know more than us. Let's get you into debriefing and hear what you know, okay?" She didn't mention that they knew some of what she knew. hey wanted to confirm and add to their information.<br><br>Meanwhile Mike was brought to the infirmary and held down with nylon cables that could not be made comfortable at all. He was given a strong sedative and watched as he nodded off. In a few days the help requested arrived, a magician by the name of Jim. Just Jim. He worked with the medical team on the best way to help Mike regain some sanity.<br><br>The work took weeks! He was severely messed up. The team determined that not only did he have post traumatic stress disorder, he had the power of a slayer...and the power was not meshin well. After several weeks of rituals it was learned that there was a reason women recieved the power and not men. Something in their makup made them adapt to it better. Men became more aggressive and prone to violence, much like a demon. In fact mike had twice the "demon presence" that a female slayer had and it influenced his actions a lot. Of course this was all just theory. Mike had to be studied for months or years. yes, he had to be a medical subject...except Mike found out what they intended.<br><br>Holy hell was raised and he rampaged while trying to escape! Two slayers were severely injured, one of which would quite possibly limp for the rest of her life after he damaged the tendons in her knee. There was no escape, however and Mike decided to go down fighting. If bloodshed was to be avoided someone had to talk him down. Somebody had to get him to stop fighting and convince him it was best for him to remain with the slayers. Mike angrily derided every attempt. "THE ONLY WAY ANYONE IS MAKING ME A PRISONER AGAIN IS <strong>OVER EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR DEAD BODIES!</strong> I WON'T BE A TEST SUBJECT AGAIN! I WON'T LET YOU TORTURE ME! I'LL KILL YOU ALL OR DIE TRYING FIRST!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 06:25:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right." she replied, jaw still set, not liking this at all. The older Slayers and Mentors always have her the uneasy feeling that they knew way to much. She wouldn't be surprised if they had an idea of what was being talked of. Once in the debriefing room she gave all the information that she knew of, leaving them to their information gathering. It was the next day before she was able to gather an update as to what was happening with Mike and when she found out the steely fire that meant trouble filled her eyes. <br><br>She attempted many times to get in and was always rebuffed, hearing his yells, cursing and the repeated questions until she thought she'd snap. As the din was raised behind the doors, she set her jaw "Alright that's it." she muttered and raised her pistol shooting it in the air to gain the guard Slayers attention, shoving them aside roughly. A well placed kick opened the door and she strode in.<br><br>"Mike. Stop this. Listen te me know. Ye won't be a test subject not here. All we want te do is stop Twilight and te do that we need to know what's going on." she stated, walking to him, hands empty and in the air "Ye willnae be tortured, I promise. Get the hells out av here, all av ye." she added not even looking at the other Slayers, or Jim.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 17:11:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at Hawk with a troubled expression. "You can't say what they'll do! You don't know what they did already! They wanna do magic experiments on me! I heard 'em! <strong>There will be no more experiments on me <em>ever!</em></strong>"<br><br>He had none of his knives or any weapons at all, yet there was a trail of carnage he'd left behind him. There was "martial arts training" and then there was real fighting experience. In his parents' business he had the real thing and with his higher strength and surprise on his side he had done a lot of damage. He didn't have a gun though! "Are you gonna shoot me? Maybe that way the nightmares will end."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 18:37:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I heard what they did and it was wrong, even if it was for better intentions. They should have gone about this differently." she admitted, seething inside. They could have set him back even further, the idiots! Tying him down and tinkering in his mind with magic could have done much more harm then good. "Well I don't want to do any experiments. All I want te do is help, but not by shooting ye." she stated, holstering her gun. "They wanted to see what they could find, to help ye. To help you get better, but I can see it makes things worse." she added, sitting down looking deeply troubled now. <br><br>"There are ways." a voice came from the door and her mentor leaned on the doorway, watching them quietly "Old ways, dangerous, but they may be better than the feckless prodding the mage keeps doing." he mused.<br><br>((OOC: Did you have an idea to make him more lucid? I may have one as well in case))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 00:46:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her warily, listening to her but not lowering his guard for even a moment. Paranoia is an unreasonable fear, so he was definitely not paranoid. "Lots worse," he said in response. Then the new voice entered and his attention shifted. Before he had finished speaking he rushed with surprising quickness, grabbing for the man and intending to make him A: a shield and B: a hostage. With his heitened abilities, unless the man had a surprise or three, grabbing him should not be a problem.<br><br>(( Let's see what ya got. My idea was "Only Time." (Que the Enya song) ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 03:53:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk nodded her agreement and stood as her mentor twisted fluidly out of the way, using the door to swing it at the man and jar his concentration, his hands raised in defense "Look, I'm her mentor, I don't want to hurt you. Hawk, you can help him but we need some more help, maybe we can get this taken care of before Xander comes." he stated, voice still calm despite the large man coming at him.<br><br>((I had the idea that a mage or witch could help using older spells to get Hawk and Mike into his mindscape to sort things out directly in his mind. Enya rocks.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 04:05:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When the door swung at him he grabbed it and, with a primal shout, wrenched it off it's hinges. He held it like he was going to hit someone with it or use it as a shield, then decided on both and, with startling speed, leapt backwards and landed nimbly on his feet only to fall to one knee and hide behind the door. All in all it was an amazing display of physical prowess.<br><br>"I don't trust him! I don't trust anyone! I don't wanna be hurt anymore!" The last sentence was almost a whimper. "I don't want to be like..." He heard the slayer who was sacrificed's name before but had trouble remembering it. Was it, "Tabitha!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 04:12:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Muritala blinked and Hawk raised a brow at Mike's speed and prowess, well that was new, for a man at least. He had to be a Slayer that was all she could think of and gently nudged Muritala out of the way, nodding "I don't blame ye." she stated quietly and blinked "Tabitha." she stated, exchanging a look with her mentor. The Slayer that had gone missing. "What happened te her?" she asked, frowning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 05:13:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The re-direction of the topic to Tabitha seemed to outwardly calm him. Inside he seethed with anger. He was no angel but noone should have to go through what she did. "They...hurt her. A lot. They...bloodletted her and...other things!" He did not want to say what they were but he remembered them and his face looked haunted. "It was mercy when she died." He shuddered, then refocused. "You won't do that to me," he railed at the door and anyone outside it. "I'll kill you all first!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 05:22:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk listened carefully, face calm but anger boiled inside her. It was a high crime to kill a Slayer, especially in that manner and she nodded "We won't. I want to find the ones that did that te her and kill them. I need you to help me though." she stated, voice quiet and calm, wanting him to understand and calm down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 08:23:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had not seen her fight but if she was like the rest of the women here then she could definitely hold her own. Also, she kept the nightmares away. When he went hunting the nightmares she would be useful!<br><br>"I need insurance," he said then, "something that guarantees mysafety and freedom. Something from this...group's leader."<br><br>He had no idea who was in charge. He'd only heard the name Xander. "Something of Xander's that he cherishes!" This was an unwitting stroke of genius if it worked. Buffy herself would protect Xander and what was important to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 19:29:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk blinked and leaned back a bit, surprise crossing her face a moment. "Hm" she gave asound of thoughtful consideration, practically hearing Muritala's eyebrows raise. He was smarter then he came off to be. "A good idea, Xander'll be here soon, we can see what he'll give when he arrives. And ye can contact ye're friends Muritala, there should be enough time for that." she mused aloud.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 04:40:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike nodded in response to all the conversation. If he got his insurance then he would possibly work with them. He didn't lower his guard at all, but he did let the door rest on the ground while he held it. "Then we wait."<br><br>It was longer than he wanted to wait but Xander did arrive. He was broefed and then he entered. Mike saw the eyepatch and winced. "You have nightmares too?" The missing eye was enough to get Mike's sympathy.<br><br>A negotiation took place. Arguement ensued but eventually a deal was made...in private. It appeared Xander didn't want the deal made to be general knowledge among the slayers. Mike came out smiling while Xander looked...odd. Perhaps frightened or embarassed.<br><br>He went with Xander somewhere, eventually returning to Hawk's room with a lockbox. He put the lockbox under the bed and waited for Hawk to return. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 04:58:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Muritala nodded "Right, stay around here Hawk and get some rest if you can, this will be hard." he stated, leaving quickly, edging around Mike carefully. Hawk remained crouched and nodded, waiting with Mike as Xander entered, now looking somewhat nervous. It wasn't everyday that one met a legend after all and she nodded "A priest, a nightmare in his ownself, or so I heard." she commented, letting them discuss as she dozed against the wall. Muritala returned with an older woman her face was lined but her eyes were still bright. "This is Corrine, she's a witch that can help us. It's old magic, but you may be able to enter Mike's Astral Plane and help him to find what caused his madness. It will be hard, and you could be lost in his madness too. Mena-" her mentor looked at her levelly, using her first name "You don't have to do this." he stated.<br><br>Hawk folded her arms, thinking, Mike had had a rough run, worse then many Slayers she had known and ever herself. If there was a chance she could help him beat this and allow them to both combat this Twilight, then it was a good choice to do what she could to help them get that chance. So she nodded "I do. He trusts me, somewhat and this could help us alot. So, tell me what I need te do Corrine." she stated and listened as the woman spoke, before heading to her room.<br><br>Now all the remained was convincing Mike to agree to all this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 08:46:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike was waiting when Hawk entered. "Good. I'm hungry," he stated, "and tired. I need sleep and food. There's a box under your bed. Don't touch it!" He glared as he demanded she not touch it. "Xander's thing's in it. Since i got it that means I got insurance. Once I give it to someone to guard then we can do this...magic." He practically spat the word magic. He had seen enough magic.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 21:02:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Suppressing a sigh the woman leaned on the desk "Eat and rest a bit if ye need to, I won't touch a thing. So ye agree then, do what ye need to do, then we can get te the details." she stated and left to get a meal for herself, not bothering with sleep just yet. She returned to Corrine and Muritala reviewing the process with them several times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 05:07:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After eating and napping he somehow got himself access to a computer. Several hours later a group of intimidating people showed up at the castle. After a semi-brief "discussion" with slayer security the lockbox was transferred to the posession of these rugged individuals.<br><br>Mike had no idea of how good the slayers' resources were. If they really wanted the lockbox back they could get it likely within a day, no matter how well hidden it was. Still, it was telling about Mike's underground connections that within hours he could get a group to show up where he needed them to.<br><br>Another couple of meals and sleep, followed bya long bath and he was ready as he would ever be to deal with this mystic mojo that he had to endure. He dutifully showed up when, after he was half an hour late someone was sent to get him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 18:35:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her discussion was interrupted slightly when she heard the disturbance and frowned, leaving the room and walking to the main hallway seeing the group. "Ye've got te be kidding me." she muttered, watching the proceedings feeling a mix of irritation and amusement at the sheer ballsiness of her charge.<br><br>They would be able to get the box back if needed, it was a simple enough matter, even so it was a mark of Mike's knowledge and connections that he had managed to get a few Slayers to agree to handing the box over. That would probably be useful in time.<br><br>She quickly ate, dozed and showered, now dressed in a looser shirt and jeans, still armed as she stood next to her mentor in what looked to be a comfortable study. There were two small cots that had been moved into the room and she nodded at Mike as he walked in.<br><br>"Good, ye're here. Now we can start. Mike, ye'll be in a deep sleep for this, ye need to be so we can have this work. Do ye understand?" she asked, looking at him steadily voice calm. <br><br>"There are risks. For the both of you. Hawk could be lost in your madness or die, or you both could be killed. But we've taken as much measures as needed against risk and if all works then it will be a success. WE can find out what happened and have enough information to strike back." Corrine was speaking now her aged voice still holding a great deal of strength.<br><br>Hawk sat down on a cot and patted the free one nearby "Ye ready then Mike? I'll be right with ye in this." she assured him, seeming to not be concerned with the possibility of madness or death. If she was she hid it well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 02:43:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When they described that he would be asleep and that Hawk would be <em>in his dreams</em> a grin spread dramatically across his face. "You'll be in my dreams? We'll kill the nightmares!" Suddenly he was less afraid of the procedure. He moved to a cot and sat there, taking off his boots, then lay down. "Not tired, though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Exactly. Then they shouldnae bother ye as much for a long while. Or so we hope." she commented and took off her boots as well as Corrine moved to the end of the cots "You'll be in a trance, like sleep, or being hypnotized." she explained, looking at them both. "Are you ready?" she asked and Hawk nodded, looking over at Mike so he could answer as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 16:29:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged and said, "Just do it." He lay back and tried to stay relaxed but the whole situation was one that made for tension. He tried to clear his mind but the memories came flooding. The girl, him, Twillight, all came rushing to mind as he got closer to the ritual.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 16:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Corrine nodded and started to speak very softly, an odd cadence of speech that was not quite a chant but was rhythmatic and soothing. Slowly, Hawk rested back giving a wink and smile to Muritala before closing her eyes. Muscles that she hadn't known were tense began to ease slowly as Corrine's warm voice washed over her, leaving thought, worry and doubt behind. Feeling near sleep she relaxed, drifting down into dark depths before she felt awareness leave her and she opened her eyes once more.<br><br>Now she stood on a dark featureless plain, and looked at Mike arching a brow "I'dve thought ye'd have more imagination. A tree, or something." she commented, gesturing to the void around them, attempting some levity.<br><br>((OOC- Since this is Mike's Astral Plane I'd leave it to you to decide on what things look like. ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 17:34:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The reason she was in desolation is because Mike wasn't there yet! His nature caused him to resist the spell, resist the authority. It didn't last though. Soon he was drifting...<br><br>The desolation morphed into a dirty, dark citiscape with homeless perched on te sidewalks of rainsoaked streets. Cars drove by with blackened windows so noone could see inside. Predators were around every corner, eyes gleaming in the lights of the streetlamps. When Mike appeared he looked like on of those predators, wearing a big trenchcoat. Immediately the homeless backed away. The whole scene showed that he was a cynical man and not a savoury individual at all. "Better?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 17:42:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she turned around and saw nothing there in the place of Mike, she pursed her lips "Oh." she muttered and folded her arms waiting for him, idly thinking of what her own Astral Plane would look like. Alot like Scotland she thought, with some city scapes and a little Conclave. <br><br>She reached for weapons that weren't there as the city materialized around her and grimaced, nodding, seeing him arrive "Good. Much." she stated, brow furrowing in an effort to produce her weapons. It was difficult she had never created something in an Astral Plane but had been told that to move or create anything within it was a force of will and imagination.<br><br>Shadowy forms of her gun and knives appeared strapped to her body but there were wavering and insubstantial. Annoyed she dropped her hands slightly and decided to go simpler. Hawk thought of her sword. The weight of it in her hand, the cool feeling of the hilt against her palm, the sound of it in the air matched with her breathing when she trained. Her brother handing her the sword, pride and worry in his eyes and the nostalgic smile crossed her face as she recalled the detailing on the carefully etched sparrow at the base of the blade.<br><br>She opened her eyes and there it was in her right hand, solid and comforting. With a rasp she slid it into the scabbard that rested on her side. <br><br>"Sorry. Had te make sure. Alright, what we need to do is find that nightmare. We may have to go back to that memory to find it. Ye understand?" she asked, looking at him with level blue-green eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 22:36:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she created the sword he seemed a little awed. He wondered how she did that. "Dreamslayer," he spontaneously named it, hoping it would be true.<br><br>Then forms materialized before he could say anything else. Huge, monstrous forms that grabbed him. Each form had the symbol of Twillight somewhere on it. Mike never saw them coming. A large, black van drove up as he was grabbed, the side door open, ready for mike to be placed within. "Not agaimmmhphh..!" Immense hands covered his mouth as he was helplessly hauled toward the van that would take him back to his worst nightmare...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked and smiled, looking over the gleaming metal fondly "It may be at that." she stated, not telling him she had never named the blade unable to find a suitable name for it yet. <br><br>When the forms materialized she went into action, the blade passing just before Mike with blinding speed, attempting to stab into a shade. It passed right through and she growled, anger and fear pulsing along as she saw a motorcycle nearby. In seconds she ran over hopped onto it revving the engine after a few tries and was after the van, cursing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:52:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The van drove to, of all things, an elevator right in the middle of the road! It was big enough for two of the vans. Once in the elevator dropped into the ground. Shortly the elevator returned to the surface. There was no hint as to where it had gone. The only lead was the elevator itself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 07:08:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk arched a brow but slowed down as to not crash into the elevator. Instead, she rode the bike in, shutting off the engine as she felt her stomach drop lightly as the elevator lowered into the depths below.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:14:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The elevator opened into an underground cult temple. There were many shirtless men, each withthe Twillight symbol on their chests and a hood on their heads. There were two interlocked circles carved into the floor. Mike was in one, the missing slayer in the other. Candles surrounded each circle. On the slayer's chest and stomach were many small cuts. Every time the person performing the ritual cut anew he made an equal cut in Mike and spoke some gibberish. Blood flowed from the cut of the slayer running along the floor and climbing up Mike and into the equal cut. Both of them screamed and begged through the torture while the onlookers chanted in some strange, ugly speech.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:42:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The elevator opened and Hawk tensed her hands on the bike, revving the engine's. It's roar mingled with the howls and screams and she peeled out as far as she could, stopping the bike and sliding off in a smooth movement. Rolling to her feet she raised her hands, two pistols flickering into in existence as she shot at the men that were chanting, the pistols winked out of existence as she took in the scene. Cursing she drew her sword, it was still solid at least and charged into the group to attack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:32:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The dream was Michael's and he felt every bit of the torment he felt from the original acts. When he saw Hawk enter his mind changed things a little. The guns were useless, the demonic Twillighters insubstantial to the bullets. The sword, however, that blade he had dubbed Dreamslayer, was an engine of doom. Any strike she made would cleave any Twillighter it touched easily, slicing open vicious wounds.<br><br>The poor, tormented slayer beeing bloodletted, her ichor flowing into Mike, was beyond saving. Her appearance merely a dream construct. Still, what was done to her was obscene and unsettling. Mike screamed worlessly in despair and pain until e ran out of breath, then he inhaled and cried out in a voice that projected guilt, <strong>"I'm sorryyyy!"</strong> Tears flowed from his eyes and he felt shame for crying. Men don't cry! They flowed all the same. He felt the full force of the guilt, unfairly taken upon himself, for the damage done to the poor girl. Clearly guilt is what had so badly broken him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:42:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk looked relieved a moment before her face hardened into a map of harsh lines. Her blade flashed, the air moving around the metal turning into a whining hum as she beheaded one man, stabbing deep into another's chest. Wrenching the sword free, she pivoted opening a deep wound and kicked to the side sending another cultist tumbling back to the ground. <br><br>Hearing the woman's screams, followed by Mike's howl made her heart wrench and she closed her ears to it, watching as mean-looking weapons materialized in the other men's hands. "Oh. Shit." she muttered and set her stance, wondering if a wound here meant one on her actual body. <br><br>"Mike. It's in ye're head! It's all a memory. Ye're stronger then this! We'll avenge her, you and me together, a-agh! Sonofa!" she yowled as a deep gouge was carved along her back and whirled, back into the fight once more pain biting into her bicep as the point of a weapon embedded deep. Adrenaline surged and her eyes blazed as she moved faster, a knife growning in her hand and being thrown at the man that stood over Mike.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:18:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Logic was not useful in this situation, at least not for Michael. He was caught up in the memory and the feelings they inspired. He sort of heard hawk but not over the man speaking in that weird, twisted set of words. That an was a horror!<br><br>As the knife flew the man turned at the last moment and caught the knife in one hand by the blade. His blood dripped from his hand yet he grinned. "Thank you. I can use this for the final cut!" He turned and held the knife over the girl and made a last incision into her neck. She helplessly lay there as he blood seeped out of her, her body growing paler by the moment.<br><br>Mike felt terribly useless and insignifigant. He gasped out, s-someone...pl-please...end this!" Whether he meant to kill the Twillighters or him was unclear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:31:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Breathing hard she felt the pain of her wounds drag at her as she fought. Gritting her teeth she thought of how easy it was to shrug pain off usually and it didn't help much. <br><br>As a Slayer her wounds healed fast and most hardly affected her, it was different here and it pissed her off. She swore and opened the throat of another foe as the Slayer died. It was all memory, not real, but still seeing the woman die made her blood boil.<br><br>So she twisted aside and darted at the man that had killed the woman, it was time to end this "Alright, ye freaky bastard. Come on, another fresh Slayer, right here." she stated, not attacking just yet he could have a trick or five up his sleeve.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 17:37:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No need," the man growled. "You are too late. The deed is done!" He seemed to fade away. All of the men seemed to fade away. The very room faded away. Mike, however, remained tied to the ground, sobbing shamefully. <br><br>The scene shifted back to the dirty city where Mike was tied to the very street and continually run over by cars, some with the Twillight symbol on it, one that represented the slayer. He did not die from the impacts. He just hurt more!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 22:25:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk grit her teeth, this was getting to be too much! She held on tightly to her sword as the men faded away, worried that her weapon to would vanish. <br><br>When the cars appeared she growled and moved to Mike's side as one of the cars passed, and swept her sword down to slice through the bonds "Gods damn it all! Get up! This is nothing but memory, ye can fight it, we both can!" she snapped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 03:54:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her sword cut through the cables holding him down...electrical cables! It shocked her mightily with enough force to short out a regular human's psynapses. Mike was shocked by the exposed wires in the cable and he jerked like a fish out of water. He finally wriggled free and rolled onto his side and lay in the gutter foetally and whimpering. Memory or not it had a powerful effect on him.<br><br>Still, now he was free, if not active. Things could improve now that he was not a captive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 04:48:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as her sword cut into the bonds, she knew that something was wrong. Pain washed over her in a wave and her body jittered as her hand clenched onto the blade and she went to her knees, a strangled groan coming from her throat. Panting, she felt the hair on her body rise and she stared at Mike, eyes wide before the pain faded totally and she shuddered. "Ugh, big mistake." she muttered, slowly feeling her body work again "Mike...we need te get out av here." she added, voice oddly dull, she ached all over, her wounds they still bled. Something was very wrong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 05:12:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He rocked a bit as he foetally lay there, muttering, "It's in me! It's in me! It's bad, real bad! It was in her, now it's in me! It's great...huge... Bigger than me! But its in me!"<br><br>His shadow, cast by streetlamps, was different than his shape. It was as if he were a 15 foot tall, over-muscled monstrosity with horns and claws. When he spoke it was in awe and fear of the demonic essence, as if it had conciousness...but it didn't.<br><br>Mike, by the nature of his drug dealing business, was a predator...but a minor one. The demonic essence that powered all slayers was immensely greater a predator and he could feel it. He recognized it's "higher standing" and it was, as well as the trauma, causing his mind to fracture. As long as he had it within he would never be sane. He could be made functional, however...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 05:46:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cold understanding filled her as she listened and took in the shadow's form. Mouth tight she gripped the hilt of her sword tightly and nodded "Then we'll have te find a way te reverse all this. Or at least help ye understand the trauma and the taint. Something te ease all this." she stated, rubbing her&nbsp; forehead and leaving smears of blood on her skin "Might be best if we get out av here, I'm no' sure." she added, frowning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 08:12:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her from the garbage strewn street, seeing her sillohette, the street lamps illuminating around her and leaving her features in shadow...except for the gleam of her sword.<br><br>That gleam was a pure light, the soot covered lamp unable to tarnish it. It seemed to draw him. He slowly stood and said, "Not Dreamslayer...Dawn's Edge!" Somehow the name just felt right to him. It was merely words and she might already have a perfectly good and useab;e name for her sword but to him it would always be Dawn's Edge... the morning light cutting through the darkness, shattering nightmares with it's pure light and bringing the hope of a new day.<br><br>The dark cityscape seemed less dark...and was growing brighter. the streetlamps went out as daylight illuminated the sidewalks and roads. The city was still a dirty cesspool but at least now one could see where to walk to avoid the more unsavoury things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:01:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk watched him and saw his face change as he looked at the blade. The light that passed over it grew brighter, sinking into the runes inscribed on the metal and into the opal pommel stone, bringing out a riot of reds, purples, blues and greens. The glow intensified until the blade looked at if it was on fire.<br><br>She smiled a bit at him "Dawn's Edge. I like that." she commented, seeing the image in the words. A sword that would banish the shadows and nightmares, restoring something pure and true to hang on too. It was a pretty thought, and one that she had believed in once, before the tell of monsters and nightmares slowly took that thought away.<br><br>But seeing the daylight returned restored some of that and she looked around "Alright. So, from what I gather. That whole ritual madness..it transferred the eh- Slayerness, from Tabitha, to you. And that's, as well as everything else cracked ye're brain." she stated softly, speaking to herself mostly. "We canae reverse it, it could kill ye if we tried. But..I can train ye and we can help manage the memories. That may help." she murmured and shifted, wincing as her body responded negatively. "Does that make sense?" she asked, feeling tired now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 08:10:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorta," he answered. He did feel sort of different. His mind was always a dark and dirty place to begin with. The trauma he endured made it darker. Now it was back to ...well, more like overcast and dirty. In some ways an improvement. You could see better, but what you could see was a sty!<br><br>"No experiments though. I hear one wisp of a rumour about any "tests" and I'll fade."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 18:21:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded "Same here." she admitted, her knowledge was not as expansive in these matters as it was in others. They'd have to tread slowly to gain what they could, his sanity being the most important in her mind. She looked around at the area and noticed the change, it had to be positive, as far as she could tell.<br><br>"No problem. Now, do ye think it's about time we got out av here?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 06:01:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why do ya wanna leave?" he asked. He felt a little offended that she wanted out of his head so soon. "There's neat stuff in here. He, look! The ice cream man! Let's get one!" Sure enough an ice cream truck was driving by...but it offered drugs! "I own this truck. That guy's my driver," he said as he pointed, hinting at his real life occupation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 06:12:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because we have a lot av things te do and it may not be good for us te stay here for too long." she pointed out and blinked, head tilted "A ice cream truck. Oh, it's a drug peddling truck, how charming." she stated, looking at him. He had been a dealer then? Well that was interesting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 19:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After giving Hawk the runaround a little, making her explore the grimyness of his mental cityscape he finally said, "I dunno how to leave. Isn't it when the magic wears off?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 23:39:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She explored to humour him, taking what information she could gather in their wanderings and nodded slowly "Not wear off exactly. We have to want te get out, send a signal to the others. That shows them we're ready." she stated, stumbling to explain it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 08:17:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged and said, "So how do we do that?" It was annoying to be trapped in his own mind. It would hardly impress her. "It's not like I can just tell 'em. Doesn't the magic just work?" It was plain he had no understanding of magic at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 16:25:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "It's hard te explain. Anything ye do takes effort, will. We both have to want te get out av here, projecting that te the others. It'll send a signal to them, show them that we're ready. Ye understand?" she asked and held out a hand palm up "Let me try something." she stated and focused all her thought. Slowly a nimbus of light flickered around her palm, glowing and stretching until it was a tiny column of magnesium flared light. "Something like that...but ah, bigger." she stated, sweating now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 23:55:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What she was doing was weird! He had no frame of reference. He really did want to get back to the land of the living though. So, he went basic. He held his hands up to his mouth like a makeshift megaphone and shouted, <strong>"GET ME OUT OF HEEEEERE!"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 02:15:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The beam faded and Hawk clapped her hands over her ears. "Gah, damn it all!" she yelped, that was loud. She blinked and a rumble shook the ground under her feet and she blinked, as the area around them began to fade lightly "Hm, I think it's working..." she mused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 07:23:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike grinned as the dreamscape faded and his conciousness slipped back to his body. He sat up with a start and looked around nervously to see where he was. "So, what happenned?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 14:33:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Corrine was slumped in a chair nearby,&nbsp; face ashen and exhausted, but relief filled her face as he sat up. "You were in there a long time. All night and the rest of the passing day. I had tried to break you out hours ago, but I couldn't reach you. I feared you were lost..then came your signal.." she stated, voice hoarse with weariness. Muritala's expressed was a map of worried lines as Hawk hadn't awoken yet and he sagged a bit as she stirred, face shifting to one of stern calm in a second making it hard to prove he had been worried at all. <br><br>Hawk felt conciousness return to her slowly, as if she was rising through the water to the surface. Her eyes opened and she registered cold and pain, gritting her teeth as her vision cleared. Muritala was looking at her and she smiled "It worked then?" she asked, attempting to sit up and hissed her muscles stiff and the wounds she sustained in Mike's dreamscape were still healing. <br><br>Taking a moment she sat up and looked over at Mike, pale and worn. The wounds would heal quickly now that she was awake but she'd be in pain until then "So, feeling any more sane then?" she asked, grinning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 19:39:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked over at hawk and grinned devilishly, saying, "Sanity is for the weak! The strong get others to be sane for 'em!"<br><br>He felt oddly energized. He hopped up off the bed and looked around, then turning his attention to Muritala and Corrine. "My decision has not changed. If I hear one hint of any experiments I will be gone so fast it'll make you wonder who left all those corpses behind!" His face was cold and deadly serious as he said it. His eyes seemed to bore into corrine. Her magical ability frightened him and he wanted to make sure she was good and frightened of him in response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 22:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk arched a brow "Right.." she stated. Well that had made no sense whatsoever. She carefully stretched out her limbs, letting her muscles ease, wondering if the trip into his mind scape had even helped.<br><br>"I believe you." Muritala stated calmly, as any person who had faced threats of the apocalypse, vampires, demons and had live to tell of it could. Corrine watched him cooly and nodded once "I was only brought here for this one task, I'll be going back to my Circle. Good luck to you." she stated and stood, leaving to rest before she traveled on. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 22:18:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sorceress leaving was good news to him. Hopefully this circle of hers was far, far away. He turned his gaze to Muritala and glared, saying, "Just make sure everyone else here believes it too!"<br><br>He strode to Hawk and said, "So, what do we do now? Is there any civilization near here? Perhaps a car or a couple bikes available to get to it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 22:56:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged and stood up "If they didn't believe it before, they will now." he commented easily. <br><br>Hawk blinked at him and nodded "There's a city, no' too far away, the one where I found ye actually. Why do ye ask?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Cause a castle's not my natural environment, ya know?" He paused a moment as a thought hit him. "We're not in California, are we? There's no castles there. Where are we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:35:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cities are. It may be best if we stay near here, but there is a small city near here. We're in England." she replied casually.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"England? But I don't speak the language," he joked. It was joke or scream and screaming wasn't manly. "So, I need to get to a bank or something so I can get at my money. I don't seem to have my wallet with me. Do they have an RBC ((Royal Bank of Canada)) up here in jolly ol' England?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:50:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((OOC- I know what the RBC is, I'm Canadian after all :P))<br><br>Hawk arched a brow at the horrid pun, it sounded like something her brother would come up with. "Don' worry about that, we'll be able te access ye're account from here, trust me. Do ye need the money now?" she asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 03:51:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I need a bank card so I can access it at any bank machine when I want it and I need some cash on hand." He didn't like having no cash resources. It made him feel vulnerable. "I'll probably need more money when we go into the city for the night club."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 03:55:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can get that for ye. How much cash do ye need?" she asked, understanding that vulnerability. She tilted her head a bit, arching a brow "Night club, what do ye have planned. Do ye have some contacts?" she asked, recalling the men that had come to the Conclave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:20:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I'd like to have a grand on me. As for the night club, I wanna have a good time! I figured that was self explanitory! Music, booze and chicks!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:23:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh. Well we can get the grand. And I'm with ye on the music and booze, it'd be nice te go back te my old haunt." she murmured, looking thoughtful now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:34:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not so into the chicks, eh?" he asked with a chuckle. "Well, I'll take your share." He actually felt a sort of...primal need for female "companionship." It was weird and something he was not used to. It was like the need for food only...hornier! "So, when can we go? I gotta get the right clothes an' stuff so we'd make a day of it, then a night of it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:43:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk chuckled and nodded "Have fun with them, I'll make sure that I point out some av the pretty ones for ye." she replied with a grin, wondering if she'd be able to look up any old companions, it was unlikely. Even if she had the urge to relax and let go, maybe find a one night stand, she had more important things to think of. That sort of thing was awkward when she had to worry about hurting someone in the heat of the moment. "We can go tonight, to the club I mean. We can get ye some more things and ye're cash now." she offered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 05:25:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and siad, "Alright. I doubt you have club clothes for me, though. Gotta look good." He headed toward the door. "So, where do we go to get the money and stuff?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 05:30:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, but I know a place where we can get them." she commented, walking out with him. "Aye. Follow me." she stated and headed to a smaller part of the castle "This is the Treasury." she stated, walking into a large span of rooms that looked like a bank with a few people counting out money and handling all kinds of currency. She walked up to one of them and spoke a few moments, getting a thousand dollars and coming back "Here, use this for now, they can set up bank information for ye in a day at the most." she added, handing the money over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 17:51:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took the money and counted it, unashamedly, right there in front of her. Then he...distributed it about his person. He tried to hide where it was being placed. "Alright. I got money. Now I need a wardrobe that doesn't consist of a labourer's clothes. I need good shirts, shoes and pants suitable for a night on the town. We'll need to hit some shops."<br><br>That demon-driven primal drive was starting to feel... to be felt! He couldn't stop himself from appraising Hawk as if she were a potential conquest. 'Maybe she would be,' he thought to himself. 'She's not ugly!'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 21:24:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((OOC- Hawk- "How kind."))<br><br>Hawk didn't react, and watched him hide his cash "We can get ye that too, and clothes that'll make it easier te hide ye're money." she added with a shrug. He was forthright that was for sure.<br><br>Still tired, she tilted her head back, trying to ease the muscles of her neck, eyes closed. For a moment she didn't notice his stare then opened on eye looking over at him opening the other. A brow raised after a moment "Do I have something on me? Blood, vampire dust?" she asked, looking herself over swiftly. Nothing out of the ordinary but a bit of dried blood from her wounds, just the usual.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 00:12:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just breasts," he stated with an inapropriate grin (to match the inapropriate comment). "Feel free to join me in the shower any time."<br><br>He went to get clothes (and griped a bit about them not being perfect) then got into his routine before nightclubbing: big meal, shower and shave, a touch of aftershave and finally getting dressed up. He found clothes that fit but was annoyed at the dark grey pants instead of black. The black shoes were good, though. Good shoes were important. Not only did they keep your feet cozy on the dance floor but girls, for some reason, always seemed to notice shoes! The shirt was a basic white, collarless pullover style and he found a green sport jacket that seemed to stylishly clash with the rest of it. He checked himself in the mirror and declared himself barely adequitely dressed. Then he hid his money all over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 00:43:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She arched a brow, then laughed softly "Thanks for the invitation, but I prefer te shower in private." she replied, too used to people commenting or flinching away from her scars, well except the other Slayers, and her brother if he had to stitch her up, still she was vaguely self conscious at times.<br><br>Amused she walked away, to let him get ready. While he was doing so she gathered money for herself, she had spent a bit stocking up on her civilian clothes. She showered in the spare washrooms and dressed as well, wearing black jeans and a dark forest green shirt that brought out the ruddy tints to her auburn hair. Once cleaned up and wearing minimal makeup with a few knives hidden on her person she walked back to her room, knocking on the door. "Ye ready then?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 01:30:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not yet," he replied seriously. "I need a gun." It may be England but who knew what enemy might happen to be in the same place at the same time by a fluke. Stranger things had happenned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 01:37:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not a bad idea. I hope I can trust te te be discreet." she stated, smiled a bit "I know a place, we can stop there before we reach the club." she added. He had lived on the streets, he probably knew how to hide a gun better then she did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 07:20:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That'll do, as long as it's no "saturday night special." Thjose things blow up in your hand as often as they fire!" He checked to make sure he had a couple of knives on him as well as something to grip and weight his hand if he had to punch someone. With his new strength that would be devastating. "We got a car?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 13:20:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trust me, it'll be good, it's where I got my gun." she commented with a faint smile, waiting for him to be ready. One he was she led him outside and through the grounds to a large garage "No, but how do ye feel about motorcycles?" she asked, pulling off a tarp to reveal a custom built, grinning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 20:43:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A wide grin split his face at the thought of riding a motorcycle again. "They're great but what are you going to ride?" He looked over the bike. He loved them but had no technical ability with them at all so he'd always paid for any modifiations. "You do this yourself or did ya get someone to do it for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 22:17:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned "This." she stated, nodding down at the bike "This is mine, I build it for myself. There's a larger one I worked on that'll be more suited for ye." she commented, pulling the tarp off of another larger bike all in a matte black. Her's was done in touches of silver-blue and dark midnight tones, with the stylized hawk that was on the back of her leather coat stenciled on the bike as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 23:52:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Big and black was good. "It's not a Harley is it? I only ride real bikes!" He looked over the Big Black Beast as he named it in his head, patting the seat like he would a horse's back. He straddled it, getting used to the feel for a bit before he was to ride it. He twisted the handlebars back and forth, getting a bit of a feel for the action. "Helmet?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 23:58:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, it's custom built." she commented, with a faint smile. "Behind ye in the compartment." she commented, clicking it open for her and opening the garage doors. After that she got on her own bike, and settled her helmet on her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 01:34:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took his time picking out a helmet, trying them all twice and elimenating thw worst, then repeating the process until he got the best fit. It was no custom fit but he wasn't idiot enough to ride without a helmet so he would wear it.<br><br>Once adorned he perched on the bike and started it up. He didn't go to ride right away. He let the powerful mostor rattle the frame under him, adjusting to any little quirks. Finally he gestured to hawk for her to lead the way. He would follow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 01:49:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk waited patiently as he fitted the helmet, checking on her cache of ammo, supplies and her med-kit if she ever got caught in a fight while out of town. <br><br>Thad done, she nodded at him, settling the helmet on her head and drove out of the garage, leading him into the city. The street lights and sound of the night peeled around them as she drove. In about ten minutes she turned into a small parking lot, stopping her bike, a long line of people were waiting to get into a night club called "Hades Lot" and music pumped out into the night the beat making the air shiver with sound. Hawk got off her bike and smiled, taking off her helmet. "Ready then?" she asked, nodding at a small side entrance leading him to it. She knocked on the door and a hulking man answered, smiling as she showed a laminated card and they were let inside to a small alcove near the dance floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 02:26:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Before they got too close he asked, "This is where I'll get a gun?" He quietly palmed a "50" in case he had to bribe someone discreetly as they approached.<br><br>Mike loathed club music! Stupid techno-weenie crap that had no soul at all was all they played. However, the women seemed to like it for some reason. He passed it off as one of the diferences between the genders. "Hopefully, after business is done, we can go to a club that plays some real music!<br><br>Once inside and settled into the alcove he took stock, looking for marks, for threats and for escapes.&nbsp; He also looked to see if there was a "private room" or something, a place where backroom deals sometimes got done.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 02:37:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((OOC- Oh hell, I'd forgotten about that))<br><br>She shook her head "Not right here, below, there's paths that'll lead us te one av the places I get my things." she stated, mouth curling a bit in distaste at a couple that was nearly full out fucking nearby. The distaste deepened as she listened to the music and she nodded "Same here, what music did ye have in mind?" she asked, leading him through the darkered alcoves until they found the stairs, the music becoming muted as they went farther down. "We're going to see my twin, ye can get fixed up with a gun there." she stated, walking through a hallway under the club.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:29:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was glad that this was just a stop on the way. "Someplace where the music is heavy on electric guitars and completely lacking in synthesizers! Synthesizers are death!"<br><br>The couple making out hardcore triggered something in him. He'd been feeling a deep desire for feminine touch. Now it was a want as well. Maybe more than one would be what he wanted.<br><br>He followed Hawk through the hallway, ears open and eyes watchful. He kept his hand close to his knife. If there was gunplay it would likely be useless but it made him feel better. "I hope they have something automatic. Revolvers just never hold enough bullets."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 21:11:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned briefly and nodded "I like that sound av that, this is too heavy on the beat, ye canae hear yourself think." she remarked.<br><br>Putting the couple of out mind as soon as she was in the lower hallways she walked along easily, eyes tracking over open doors and shadows as he spoke.<br><br>"There'll be automatic's trust me, the place we're going has all ye could want, and if not it can be made." she stated, walking further. About a half hour passed until she stopped in front of a large iron door, rapping the heavy wrought knocker against the metal. A slot in the door opened and a brow raised over grey eyes "Again? What have ye been doing Mena, to be out av ammo now?" a voice asked, male with a thick Scottish accent like Hawk's. The woman smiled "Not for me, for him, he needs a gun." she stated and nodded at Mike. The door opened and a man stood there, wearing a heavy leather cover over his clothes, his black hair awry and he tilted his head "Big fellow." he commented, standing at only around 5'8'', he was lean and wiry and his facial features were similar to Hawk, they had the same chin and nose. "Come on in then, what are ye after, pistols, rifles, something big and scary?" he asked, leading them inside to a smithy/weapons shop, filled with guns, armour, swords and other death-dealing objects.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 03:44:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He answered as he entered. "Pistols. Two of them. One a .45 calibur weapon with a clip that holds at least 15&nbsp; bullets The other a smaller, concealable .38 with at least an 8 bullet clip. Both automatic. I need hollow points for the .38 and regular ammo for the .45. I want two full spare clips for each and two boxes of ammo for each as well. For accessories I need a gun cleaning kit and an over the shoulder holster for the .45 and a concealble back belt holster for the .38. Both should have hand sprung clips and be military weapons." By that it meant that the clip had to be removed by hand and that there was no safety. He disliked the ones with the thumb release by the grip. The clip always seemed to fall out while the weapon was in use. "I need one for today, the .38. The other gun and the cleaning kit I can return for. I didn't bring enough money for both." This was a pretty standard thing. Repeat business tended to make the weaponeer decide not to rob the guy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 23:21:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan listened, looking over the racks of guns and to the shelves of ammo, already walking among the lines and taking guns out, lifting them and looking them over. After a few moments he came back, with a .45 and a clip that held 30 bullets, the other gun was a concealable .30 with a 10 bullet clip and an 8, letting him choose between the two. Both guns were obviously high quality and would fit his hand well, they were military grade but stamped with Tristan's sigil, a stone on fire. He lay out for boxes of ammo, a gun cleaning kit as well as the holsters, perfectly fitted to the guns both were concealable. "Ye sure? I can give ye a good rate on both." he offered with a shrug. "The hollow points are in the ammo box for the .38 and the clip. Ye can fill them with holy water if needed." he added, letting him look over the works.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 02:00:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grabbed the .38 and looked it over, making sure there was no bullet in the chamber. He tested the sight and the feel. He tested the action of the trigger. He checked to make sure the 10 bullet clip loaded and ejected easily and cleanly. "Holy water? Am I trying to bless my target's wounds?" He slid id into the holster a few times, testing the fit, then he put it on. "I can take the .38 now. I have limited funds on me, though and I intend to spend some of it tonight." He figured the two guns together would cost about 800 dollars, 300 for the .38 and 500 for the .45. With the accessories it would probably take all his money. With a deal he might save 100 bucks and that might not be enough for a good time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 05:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mike, I can field our drinking expenses, I have an understanding with the place we're going to. If it's lasses ye want I canae help ye with the money, but I can point ones out that are clean." she stated as easily as if she was speaking about the weather. Tristan smirked and shrugged at the question "If ye want to create burning holes in vampires the holy water'll do the trick." he commented and nodded "Both guns together with ammo and accessories will be 850, a bit av a deal for ye, is that alright?" he asked, willing to haggle slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 08:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, without I.D. he wouldn't be able to get a hotel room anyway. "I'm not paying for a hooker! That's insulting!" He grumbled about the money. It was a deal but he didn't want to be so depleted of cash. Still, if he was careful and with Hawk buying drinks it might be enough.<br><br>"Alright," he relented, though it was abvious he didn't really want to spend that much. He fished outthe money, then set himself up with the weapons. "I'm gonna need more cash soon. Thanks for the guns, man," he said, then turned to Hawk. "So, where to next?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 16:53:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk made a face "No, no I didnae mean that! I meant that I know alot av the girls at the club we're going to, they aren't hookers." she stated with a shrug.<br><br>Tristan smiled and took the money, handing over the guns, ammo, and holsters "Ye're welcome, come back anytime." he replied and nodded a goodbye to his sister, turning back to straighten out the shelves. "Next, we go te the good club." Hawk answered, leading him out of the shop. She went back into the hall and up a set of stairs emerging into the parking lot where their bikes were kept. "It's farther from here, so it'll be best te ride." she commented, getting on her bike. After Mike was ready to go she peeled off into the street, leading him further into town. About a half hour later she stopped in a small lot, near a wide spread building. Music poured out into the night once more, this time with heavy guitars and a driving rhythm much better then the other crap. "Welcome te <em>Lux</em>." Hawk stated, getting off of the bike after turning off the engine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 20:42:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike was a solid rider. There was no flashy show-off-ness. He didn't peel his tires or anything. He followed at a safe distance until they arrived.&nbsp; He parked the bike next to hers and hopped off. "Okay,anything I should watch out for here?" The music did indeed sound much better. People at these kinds of clubs tended to be...less fake and he liked that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 20:55:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Putting her helmet away and leaving her hair tousled, she shrugged "If ye do spend time with any av the girls, watch ye're strength. It was hard for me te get used te and I don't want anyone te be hurt, the Slayers were injured by ye I'd hate te see what'd happen te a regular lass." she commented, no attempt to make him guilty in her voice, she was just stating fact. She entered the place and it was dimmed, with a dance floor, a full bar and couches to sit on. People moved on the floor, more respectfully then in the last place, this was a place to dance, not to grind. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 00:30:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a good thing she did not mean to stir guilt because he didn't feel any. Nobody died and besides, they attacked him.<br><br>Once inside he paused and absorbed the atmosphere. They dressed pretty similarly to the clubs in Vancouver. They were a little heavier on chains and leather though. He sort of wished he'd worn his boots, now that he saw several people of both genders wearing them. He shoulda worn black jeans, too. In fact he looked more in place at the previous club. So, he decided to make a quick alteration.<br><br>He tore the right sleeve off his jacket (his weapon arm and the sleeve with no money in it), ripped it down the middle and tied it to his left leg. It was silly but in the dim light it worked. He also ripped the collar off the jacket and tossed it into a garbage can. "Do I look more site-appropriate?" he asked awk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 14:43:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk knew that well enough, even if the attack had bothered her on both fronts. Comrades had been hurt and the job of containing Mike and keeping him calm had been greatly botched.<br><br>She looked over the crowd, knowing everyone and was comfortable in her outfit even if it didn't quite fit in with the others. Her boots were solid, good for dancing in and fighting if need be, and her clothes allowed her to move freely which was important. <br><br>Watching Mike, she bit her lip lightly to not laugh. The effect was a bit ludicrous looking, but it fit slightly so she nodded "Aye it does, shows off ye're arm more, which is good. So, drinks or dance?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 18:43:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dance first. Then I can offer a girl a drink after." He smirked and asked, "Are you asking me to dance and offering to buy me a drink?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 20:28:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk grinned cheekily and shrugged "Both, I may as well, seeing as we've had a hard day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 23:50:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright then." He smirked a bit as his hormones boosted. He looked her up and down appraisingly and said, "You'll do nicely." He grabbed at her aggressively to haul her to the dance floor...<br><br>Once the grab situation was over he started to dance. It quickly became obvious that Mike was an absolutely awful dancer! He drew lots of attention because he couldn't follow a beat! His motions were jerky and inconsistant. All the while he acted like God's gift to dance! <br><br>e knew he couldn't dance worth crap. he just didn't care! Other peoples' opinions of him didn't matter. He knew he was awesome and soon at least one girl in here would know it too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 23:57:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She arched a brow "Really, ye mean it? Thanks ever so!" sarcasm laced her voice and she picked up the pace to follow him onto the floor.<br><br>In a few moments it became painfully obvious that Mike wasn't the best danger and she was a bit off put by the stares he elicted. Smiling she touched his sides to get his attention "Slower, smoother. Ye've fought before, use that knowledge and ye're muscles." she commented, moving with a smooth, light grace that bordered on predatory, it seemed that her work as a a Slayer leaked into a simple night of dancing as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fighting style was really not suited to dancing. It involved sudden, brutal strikes that overwhelmed with speed and power, not the graceful, circular martial arts that seemed inherant in all slayers (and vampires too!). He would take a hit in order to give out a harder one or to trap a limb. He did try to follow her idea though. Never let the lady you're dancing with down or she won't have sex with you, after all.<br><br>As opposed to the chaotic mess that he was dancing before, now it seemed, well, it was still jerky. His movements were still abrupt and ended suddenly but they were more controlled. It was better than before but it went from crazy to...brutal! The kind of brutal that frightened the common folk, the kind that implied violence and malice. The kind that tended to draw the attention of women with rape fantasies...<br><br>"Better?" he asked with a raised eyebrow as he struck at shadows with what were essentially elbow and palm base strikes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:22:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ah, that was it. He used a different style then her, less flowing and more suited to a brawling style then her own formed fighting. It would be much harder to show him her own style then find one suited for his body frame and own ability. <br><br>Now his dancing more looked like he was going to punch someone in the face instead of being a puppet jerked on strings. Already she could see some of the odd looks, unease and interest in a few eyes. They were in the wrong crowd for this, too many would get the wrong idea and be repulsed of interested. <br><br>"Slightly." she commented, and heard the music shift to song with more of a driving beat, where his moves would look less out of place. "Here, use me as a target, don't actually lay me out though." she stated, still moving in her flowing manner, but adding a bit more roughness to her turns and shifts in response to him and the rhythm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 05:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her as a target instead of shadowboxing his motions were more controlled but less...tame. It didn't look like he was just punching her out. It showcased that he could maneuver in a fight, his body tending to be somewhat sideways and generally bobbing back and forth in a confusing manner. He was still a terrible dancer though.<br><br>A few were looking at his display as if it were a challenge. Usually they were men but one was a woman. She watched with interest but also seemed to show interest in Hawk's actions. Mike did notice her and gave her a grin and a wink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 05:20:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk's stance shifted and her movements did as well, less flowing and more jagged, threatening in response to the lessening of the tamer moves Mike was using. Put a sword in her hand and she would have been in the midst of a vampire brawl, laying them out. She was pressed the advantage and it wasn't confusing but it looked like they were sparring instead of dancing.<br><br>Looking about and seeing some stares, she gave a wolf's grin, showing her teeth. "Seems like ye've a fan. Go, show off te her. I'll have a drink for ye when ye come over. Remember, mind ye're strength." she offered, willing to be his wingman for the night. Sliding back she patted his shoulder and was lost in the crowd, heading to the bar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 06:33:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smirked and stepped away, heading toward the woman. He spoke with her for a few minutes but his posture suddenly shifted. He seemed more loose and he spread his feet to a wider base. With no warning at all (other than his posture) he yanked his knife out and stabbed her in the neck! <br><br>The woman soundlessly shrieked as he face transformed, becoming bestial. He forced the knife through the rest of that side of her neck then grabbed her head in a simple headlock and twisted. Her head tore free and it and her body turned to dust.<br><br>Then the screaming started as Mike stood there with knife in hand and vampire dust about him. He was smiling predatorily and he seemed happy! "Another one bites the dust!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 06:46:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk was about four feet away away from the bar, drinks in hand, when she stumbled, a curl of pain grabbing at her abdomen and head. Gasping, she dropped the glasses and looked up, already pushing through the crowd, as she caught a glimpse of Mike and his shifting stance.<br><br>"Shit, shit, shit. Fuck!" she ranted, shoving people aside, strength forgotten as the vampire combusted. In seconds she grabbed Mike and dragged him out of the sight of the crowd, through a door and out into the alley.<br><br>"Good staking, a bit too public. Let's go shall we?" she asked, shoving him back to the parking lot and moving quickly as she tugged a phone from her pocket, talking rapidly after dialing the number "Right, in Lux, vampire, he staked her right there, folk are panicking, we're out av there, see ye back at the Conclave. Thanks." she stated, hanging up as she harried him back to the bikes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 18:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Hawk was hauling Mike out of the club he responded by saying, "But there might be more! Let's kill 'em!" He was still holding his knife, grinning like a victor but he let he lead him out.<br><br>As they headed to the bikes Mike felt an incredible rush. The kill was euphoric! He wanted to do it again! He also felt aroused like never before. As he hopped on his bike he looked at Hawk again, thinking very impure thoughts. He started the bike and waited for her to lead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 19:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, there's not, I only sensed that one, before ye staked her. Besides there'll be enough av a panic that most will be storming out." she replied, voice terse as she got on her bike and set her helmet on her head.<br><br>Steering the bike into the flow of traffic and following it, she heard the distant whine of sirens and muttered a few curses. They'd have to stop in one of the safe houses and lie low before damage control got there. She led Mike to a small out of the way alley and into a what looked like a non descript warehouse, slinging off a silver pendant she wore and placing it on a small hook in the second inner door. Once Mike got inside the building he'd see it to be a fully furnished apartment and Hawk turned to him "The pendant's there to show the house is in use." she explained, using her phone briefly to give a explanation of where they were and what was happening. Listening she frowned and nodded "We'll have te stay here a bit, at least the night until the heat dies down.&nbsp; It'll all be covered up, but we canae show our faces for a bit." she commented, looking displeased as she sat on a threadbare couch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 05:08:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed the frustrated slayer to the safe house, wondering why they couldn't just return to the castle. He also wondered why she called it a staking when he <em>ripped the bitch's fucking head off!</em> He liked that thought and repeated it a few times, that he <em>ripped the bitch's fucking head off!</em> It was awesome!<br><br>Once in the safehouse he looked about until she said that they had to stay in it. "Oh, no! No can do. I gotta go to another club." After he said he he wondered if she understood, so he clarified it for her. "I gotta get a woman or three and screw their brains out!" His dick had been hard for a while now, ever since he decided to wrench that vampire's noggin off her shoulders for her...or before even, maybe. That need he'd been feeling spiked when he said it and his manhood throbbed noticably under his pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 05:14:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk arched a brow and looked at him for a long moment "Ye've got te be kidding me." she stated, running a hand over her face. She had forgotten what it was like to be a Slayer in the very beginning.<br><br>Now she recalled the rushed adrenaline, the alteration in mood, appetite and yes the lust. Her own face flushed as she remembered what it was like for her and she stood, shaking her head "I know what ye mean, but at this rate, ye'd break a normal lass in half. If we go out too soon, we'll be arrested and it'll lead to a mess." she added and stood up "Best thing for ye is to find a Slayer, less of a chance of you hurting them." she added, then realized what she just said. Hawk frowned, and looked at him "Uhm, but that's my opinion av course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 06:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned broadly when Hawk suggested a slayer. "Okay!" He grabbed for her arm with preternatural reflexes. In his mind she'd just suggested herself and if she hadn't, well, she'd end up okay with it by the time he was finished!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 06:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just as she was attempting to say something else, or to get his mind off track, Hawk was nearly tugged off of her feet as he grabbed her arm. With swift reflexes she twisted a bit and now stood closer to him, arms free. "I wasnae really meaning myself." she pointed out, watching him a moment trying hard to keep her eyes from drifting away from his face. It wasn't working all that well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 08:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her superior female flexibility let her escape his grasp but now she was closer! "Yes you did," he replied with certainty. Then he simply attempted to wrap his powerful arms around her, preferably trapping her arms between them. It also wouldn't hurt to have her breasts mashed against his chest. Oh, that would definitely be the best part, now that he'd imagined it. "Let's fuck!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 18:42:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She made a face, half wanting to turn his attention elsewhere and also wanting to fill a need that had gone unanswered for some time. She rested her hands on his biceps, but stepped closer, now lightly pressed against him. "Ye really get te the point, don't ye?" she asked, smiling faintly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 05:14:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His grin became a smug grin when she warmed up to him. "Uh huh." He pulled her firmly against him, enjoying the (somewhat) soft feminine form she had against his harder masculine one. "Wanna do it naked?" There was no romance in this. For him the goal was all and he wanted sex! He pressed his hips into her, grinding firmly, just in case she hadn't clued in to his demands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 05:24:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled slightly and nodded "That's usually the best way te do things I find." she jibed, relaxing a tiny fraction as she felt him move against her and his growing body warmth. Responding in kind and shifting lightly against his hips Hawk removed her outer coat and shirt, dressed in her jeans and a tank top, her boots and socks followed soon after.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 05:29:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike kicked off his shoes and, while holding her with one arm, used his other to take off his socks one at a time. Once they were off he shrugged out of his torn jacket and yanked off his shirt. His scars were still very apparent, but he wasn't worried when his mind was on sex. "Gonna have lots of orgasms tonight! Don't plan on sleepin'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 05:32:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned suddenly, the irritation and stress leaving her face for a moment "Hm, it's been about a year, maybe more since I had a night like that." she mused, and removed her tank top. A shadow of unease passed her face as the silver-white scars that traced along her torso and back were shown but Hawk had the idea that they wouldn't be focused on in favour for other parts of her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 07:55:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He actually did notice the scars. It was a bt of a touchy subject for him after all. "No nightmares tonight," he supplied as he ran his hands over her. His strong palms stroked up from her waist, along her sides until they reached under her arms. To her his again they went, this time pulling down on her jeans as he tried to lower them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 13:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Easing a bit further her body relaxed as he touched her and she nodded "Aye, for once." she agreed, heat following the passage of his hands. She reached down to unbutton her jeans, letting them fall around his ankles before working on his belt. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 17:25:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once his pants were lowered he stepped out of them. 'Enough foreplay,' he thought and he just lifted her up and dumped her on the couch. He reached for her underwear and hauled them away, finally exposing her <em>fleur de mons</em>. His manhood trembled, straining to engorge further. For just a few seconds all he did was look between her legs before he finally wrenched his own underwear off. His riged and bloated dick was ragingly hard with purplish veins pulsating along it's length. It looked menacing, like an intimidating weapon weilded by one with bad intent!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 00:04:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked and kept a sound of surprise witheld in her throat as she fell onto the couch, looking up at him. Her legs were lithe and traced with marks of battle, a thick scar ranging around her right knee. Her stomach was flat and toned, like the muscles in her arms and legs. Her face flushed and her eyes widened as she took him in, before she smiled "Let the marathon begin." she murmured, voice low and heated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 06:34:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't need or want a cue, but he took it anyway. He grabbed his thick tool and directed it to her junction. He did not concern himself with her preparedness, if she was wet or dry. He simply thrust, piercing her with a single, savage stroke! He buried his hot meat into her pussy and ground his groin against hers, stirring inside her for a moment before he simply started to jackhammer his cock repeatedly into her! She'd better like it rough because he was certainly making it that way!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 06:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She jerked and gasped, taken off guard for just a moment. But she adapted quickly and drew him in close, biting her lip as she began to thrust against him her inner muscles tensing around him and her back arching as she groaned, grinding against him as well, as rough as he was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 06:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a fucking primal force! His pounding was relentless and hard with as much speed as he could muster! The friction and heat was intense! A normal girl would have bruised genitalss at this point. Somehow every stroke caused his pelvis to crash against her clit and bounce off. He grunted and roared as he used her, the sensations of pleasure simply inspiring him to continue pumping his cock into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 06:47:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was insane! Logical thought of how this would hurt in the morning was struck from her mind as she writhed underneath him. It was a lucky thing the safe house was a remote location, she couldn't help but cry out as the heat and the sensation began to overwhelm her and she rode against him, matching his speed and letting herself go in the moment, or hours, whatever the case may be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 06:56:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He fucked her hard and the pace rapidly caused his balls to reach the boiling point. With a whimpering "URHK!" he erupted into her vaginal sheathe, blasting hot, thick stream after hot, thick stream of his creamy, spermy goo in her pussy. This was good because he didn't slow down even a wink during his climax! The lubrication likely eased any discomfort she had. He did put his body onto hers, though, which changed the sensations a little. Now, instead of slamming into her clid he was sliding along it!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 22:22:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If it was any other time, his sound might have been amusing, but she was honestly quite distracted. Her hands tensed on his hips and she thanked the gods that she had the stamina to keep up. Panting and making a ruckus of her own she slid against his body, nipping along his neck and jaw.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 03:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next stretch lasted a while longer. He thrust ruggedly, then paused. "Let's switch. New position." He didn't say which, he just pulled his fattened rod out of her and waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 21:31:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slightly dazed, she blinked up at him, sweaty and disheveled. "Oh, sure." she replied, voice ragged and gauged the amount of space they had before lightly shoving him onto his back and straddling him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 04:19:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her as she poised herself over him. He always liked this position for both the view and the fact that generally this position meant the girl actually wanted to be there and wasn't just using sex as a bargaining chip (in his mind anyway).<br><br>His dick pulsated, throbbing against his abdomen as he enjoyed the view from below. "Go hard. I can take it," he demanded. His hands reached upward, grasping her breasts in a firm clench as he spoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 04:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk smiled faintly and shifted a bit, sliding against his member lightly "Been awhile since I've done this, sorry if I'm rusty." she murmured, back arching as he touched her and began to thrust against him, building up her speed steadily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 04:39:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted as she drove down on him, giving her breasts a harder squeeze. When she started to post he arched his hips upward, clashing against her as she thrust down. He grinned maniacally as he rapturous pleasure washed through him. It was...a much more intense sensation than he remembered sex having. The physical pleasure was greater than he'd experienced. "Nhh! Feels good. Don't stop!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 04:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he squeezed her and began to pant roughly again, her back arching further and her hands tensing onto his shoulders. A strangled groan came from her throat and overwhelming arousal surged in her blood, she barely heard him speak. Shuddering she bit her lip, picking up speed again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 09:15:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His grunting got louder as his intense thrusting grew more forcefull. He was clearly in a lust craze and building toward another peak already. His cock's veins rippled as it tried to fill with more blood, the heat growing as the ridges of his shaft ran along her wet internal skin! "Fuck! So close! Fuck me harder!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 18:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Had this ever happened to her? She had become a Slayer long ago and it was hard to recall, besides she had been younger then Mike and it had all happened in an entirely different manner. Groaning, she shifted her weight until her back was straight and she began to thrust again, body bouncing lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 07:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Likely this had never happened to any slayer before. Perhaps it was something to do with the heightened amount of testosterone in men or the same of estrogen in women. Perhaps it was in the brain. Maybe it was just that the demonic force couldn't bond as well to men or maybe it bonded too well. In any case, the results were heightened violence and sex drives.<br><br>With a sense of urgency and demand like he had never felt in his life Mike bucked under her and discharged a copious squirt of creamy, hot seed into Hawk. He repeated, firing burst after burst with every arching and grunting from the effort. The sensation of orgasm was more intensely pleasant, almost addictive! He would definitely be wanting this a lot!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 15:35:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Mike hadn't made his threat earlier she would have suggested that it may be a good idea to do some tests and see what had changed after the ceremony. But of course that would result in another bunch of Slayers being injured, besides she had other things to think of. <br><br>She gasped and her body jerked, that sense of need and want not leaving as he bucked under her. Face flushed and eyes glazed she moaned softly, a sense of pleasure she had forgotten filling her as she began to come as well, hands tightening onto his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 04:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When his climax finished he paused for a few moments, breathing deep and slow, then he clutched her against him and stood up, carrying her, still impaled on an amazingly stll full erection and pushed her up against a wall. Once leveraged he started to rut, crushing against her and mashing her body against the wall while his hands clenched her ass. Back and forth his hips pumped, forcing his dick to re-penetrate her as he withdrew completely and rammed back into her tight, smooth sheathe with uncanny accuracy! Thumping sounds emanated from the two of them while they fucked each other senseless.<br><br>His stamina was amazing and definitely not natural! No normal man remained erect after two orgasms! This did not concern him, though. Only continuing the pleasure and seeking the peak mattered as he "chased the dragon!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 05:06:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She paused as well, breathing hard, covered in sweat as she grinned down at him. When he stood she gave a light yelp, gently pushed against his body, feeling her muscles tighten against his shaft. A small moan parted from her lips and her head tilted back to lean against the wall as he pinned her to the wall. Biting her lip she shuddered, her body rolling against him as she began to pant again, hands sliding down his back.<br><br>Her stamina was matching his, after all she could fight for an extended amount of time. Though muscle she didn't use often was starting to burn and ache, but she didn't voice any discomfort, lost in the pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 04:34:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fuck-session lasted seemingly forever! He incessantly pounded into her, repeatedly reaching climaxes and switching positions. He finally, hours later, stopped when, dehydrated and overheating, he pulled her hips and ass into him, thrusting into her from behind for a final orgasm, then promptly collapsed on her back, exhausted and drained and gasping for air. He was out like a light. Somehow they had switched rooms while going at itand left a trail of damage to furniture.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 04:48:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk was nearing exhaustion at the end, muscles burning as they kept shifting, she lost track of the positions they held. Hours and hours later she felt her muscles quivering and gave a tiny yelp as he fell atop of her. After some wriggling and mild discomfort she extracted herself from him and sighed, watching him a moment. Well, that had taken her mind off things. Standing she aired the room for a moment, checking her phone messages, apparently the all clear was given, at least three hours ago. Oh well. About to turn back to the room she went rigid and a chill covered her body as the visions that Slayers were sometimes given (usually in dreams) assailed her.<br><br>A few moments later she blinked, finding herself on the floor, a migraine splitting her head. Rolling onto her back she covered her eyes, trying to recall what she had seen. Mike was in the vision she was certain of that, so was a place similar to the one she had seen in the Astral plane, with that came the general murky vision of vampires and creatures she fought and her sense that any were near were dulled. Grimacing she stood, walking into the room and sitting on the bed, before laying back, cold sweat lingering on her skin as sleep claimed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 06:41:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Mike woke it was with a fever and a lack of knowing where he was. Following Maslow's Heirarchy of needs he stood up and stumbled to the kitchen and started to drink from the tap. He soaked his head with cold water, too. His dehydration and fever affected his perception and judgement. He started tooking around but not touching anything. He knew something was wrong with him but not what. He also felt a bit nauseous. Heatstroke would do that! He stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He set it on cool and sat on the floor, letting the water run over him and cooling his body, occasionally lifting his head to drink from the spray.<br><br>Once he cooled himself he developed a headache. It was mild but it was there. He turned off the water and got out of the shower. He found a towel and dried off, then stumbled about, looking for a place to lay down. He found the couch and lay there, feeling like crap.<br><br>When he woke again he felt less like crap. The cooling had helped, as did the drinking. He got up again and stumbled naked to the kitchen and drank again from the tap. He looked in the cupboards to find a glass and filled it with water, then returned to the couch. He sat and drank slowly. Once the water was gone he looked for the bedroom.<br><br>When he saw Hawk in the bed he smiled and remebered. "Oh yeah," he muttered. "Sex. Lots of it. We'll do it again when I feel better." He fell onto the bed and stuffed himself under the covers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 07:02:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk's sleep soon turned to be very restful and deep. The activities and her oncoming vision had exhausted her, not to the point to heatstroke, but had left her worn. She didn't hear Mike awake or leave the room but she remained oddly tense as if she was watchful even in her sleep. Which was of course proper for a Slayer. <br><br>Even if her weapons were scattered about the other room she still would manage and she merely twitched as she heard the water run, her subconscious not seeing it as a threat as she slept on.<br><br>When he returned she stirred a bit, hearing his voice. A faint arch smirk crossed her face "Hm, really? Do I have a say in this? Besides, if not me, ye could simply sleep with another lass. There are plenty of Slayers that would have their eye on ye." she pointed out with a light shrug, sliding under the covers as well, lightly chilled still.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 08:52:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He spoke in a mumbly manner, saying, "Nope. No say." It was stated in a chillingly matter of fact way. He continued, "Other slayers? Can't trust 'em!" He didn't outright say he trusted Hawk, he just freudianly made the implication. After all, she was his dream guardian. "I'd still fuck 'em. I just might have to kill 'em after."<br><br>He didn't snuggle up with her. He actually seemed to try and take up as much of the bed as possible. If he happenned to press against her with any part of his body, well, oh well. "Tired. My head hurts. Make it go 'way!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 21:41:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was getting tiresome and her eyes narrowed as he spoke "Really." her voice was as chilly as his and her body tensed. For so long she was her own counsel, hearing she had no choice in the matter pissed her off. "Well we canae have that." she added, frowning now. So the only one that he didn't seem to be ready to kill was her, which was somewhat of a consolation.<br><br>"I have a godsdamned migraine, so just quiet yerself and sleep. Ye're a big tough Slayer right now, man up and suffer through! she snapped, at the end of her patience.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 03:58:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Something about her tone...it made him nervous. His general response, under his demon guided instincts, was to destroy what made him nervous. Hawk, however, had become important to him, a link to the world so to speak. Without her he was basically alone. That said, he was not going to just let her rampage over him.<br><br>"Stop that! My head hurts to and I didn't snap at you!" His fists were clenched as he restrained himself. He actually had to think about not hitting her in order to not hit her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 05:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was good that he could be nervous, after fighting so long it was bothersome to not be seen as somewhat of a threat. Taking a few breaths she attempted to calm down, not wanting alienate him, it would mean him going on a rampage something she couldn't afford.<br><br>So she sat up, cradling her head in her hands "Right, ye didnae, I'm sorry." she stated, sounding sincere, eyes clenched shut. "Look, it may have been the strain and all-heatstroke as well, we pushed ourselves." she mumbled and stood to leave the room briefly and came back with a small bottle of pills "This will help." she added, getting back into bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 23:14:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, pleased with the boundary he had just set. He took the pills and swallowed them dry, then lay back down.<br><br>A few minutes later he sat up again and said, "Hungry. Got any food?" As he said it he got up and headed to the kitchen and started poking around, trying to find easy food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 18:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk blinked and stopped rubbing her temples a moment "In the refrigerator. There's fresh meat, fruits, vegetables. They restock here pretty often." she commented.<br><br>Still cold and with the migraine pounding in her skull she stood and dressed walking to the living area and getting another pill. After that she straightened up the living room now thinking over the brief vision. It was irritatingly vague.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 08:31:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike munched on random snacks, drinking some of the juice that was there. Once that was done and his stomach settled he moved through the living room roward the bedroom. Her headache was not in mind and he was still tired so he was not at his most emotionally aware.&nbsp; "Wanna be my mattress?" he asked playfully. "I bet you're comfy." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 17:18:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Between trying to sort through her small vision and waiting for the pills to work she didn't hear his statement a moment. When she was aware that he had spoke Hawk smiled wryly "More then likely, such things always need testing." she commented, leaning back against the pillows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 19:24:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike wasn't sure what to make of what he guessed was a joke. After a momentary pause he went with it. "Already tested you. You were approved."<br><br>Even through his exhaustion he could feel that primal force within him demanding fornication. He needed sleep though. Perhaps when he woke. He wondered if he would always feel it. He hoped not. As good as sex is there are other things in life, like money and the things money can buy, prestige, reputation, etcetera.<br><br>"Join me when you want," he said and then he went into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. A few moments later he was under the covers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 19:52:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She half smiled, now seeming distracted and vaguely worried nodding "Indeed ye have.' she commented.<br><br>Watching him she could see that need and was glad they were both tired. Sex was all well and good but she had more important things to do. Her hunting, patrols and making sure that Mike was protected and to track down Twilight.<br><br>She nodded and got out of bed, roaming about deep in thought for a moment. There were some things that she couldn't control right now; her vision, the mysteries that surrounded Mike and Twilight and the trouble that came from going to the club. It was best to rest and move on. So she undressed and slipped into bed, tired and restless. Even if she tried to shift things aside in her mind it didn't make sleep come any sooner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:45:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike slept and dreamed, not the visionary dreams of female slayers, but the nightmare dreams a male slayer got. Dreams of evil portent and dark futures. Dreams that, over time, would cause men to choose not to sleep.<br><br>When the dreams were peaking he whimpered and instinctively clutched for her and...the dreams softened. Something about the presence of a female slayer calmed the nightmares of the male.<br><br>Hours later he woke. He sat up with a gasp and looked left and right, wondering where he was. His muscles were tense, ready for action. When he recognized and remembered where he was he sighed and calmed, flopping back down. Moments later he was up and off for the morning rituals. His first concern was the bathroom, then breakfast. He rummaged through the fridge, again having no interest in cooking. He grabbed easy food and started to munch on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite the worry and confusion she fell asleep. Thankfully she was not assaulted by nightmarish images or dream visions, resting instead. It was rare that she was able to enjoy a deep rest like that.<br><br>When Mike clutched her she tensed in her rest, not used to sharing a bed. Somehow her subconscious did not see this as a threat and she relaxed into the hold, this was rare as well.<br><br>She twitched as he awoke, blinking once and half sat up swiftly, hand reaching for a knife that wasn't there. "Oh." she stated and lay back down as he got up, letting him get ready. Once he was in the kitchen she cleaned up and walked into the kitchen; fully dressed and armed "How was ye're sleep?" she asked, gathering some breakfast for herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 07:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine," he answered as he continued to feed. He noticed that she was fully outfitted which drew his attention to his complete lacking thereof. He mentally shrugged and finished his food. "So, how long do we gotta stay here?" The demonic taint was that of action. Being out of action would make him go stir crazy. "Not more than another day, I hope. Trails get colder with time. I know this well. I've lost a few myself. I don't wanna lose Twillight's trail though!" He strode away, not even waiting for an answer as he went to get dressed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 03:46:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good." she murmured, adjusting the wrist brace and the knife that lay with in, looking at him a moment "We can leave as soon as ye're dressed. The Conclave will be able to help us with this Twilight mess and all the trouble has been cleared up, I checked the messages on my phone. We've got good folk working with us." she stated and leaned on the counter rubbing the back of her neck.<br><br>"Aye I know they do, lost some in my time as well. We won't lose them." she murmured, letting him get ready as she straightened things up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 20:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A thought hit him. "I need a computer again. I have contacts to make. I want to put out the symbol they have and get my guys watching any who bear it." It was well and good that she had her organization. He had his own who he understood better and so preferred to use.<br><br>Once he was dressed he started to load up his weapons. His new guns and his knives were carefully placed. Next he raided the supplies, looking for a more apropriate jacket to replace the one he'd "made more cool." Sadly all he found were girls' clothes. "Don't you have any men in your organization, for crying out loud?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 21:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Listening for a moment, Hawk nodded "A good idea, the more folk we have looking into this the higher chance we can get results. Ye have more of a grounded base of contacts, our side deals more in the supernatural contacts. <br><br>Coming into the room and smoothing out the bed she laughed softly "Actually ye are the only Slayer. We have men that work with us, but as for someone in our inner circle...ye're the first." she mused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 07:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He snorted as a moment of lucidity hit him again. He betrayed his street-smarts when he spoke. "Huh! Inner circle nothing! I'm being "contained" and "observed." I'm not privy to any of the big picture or inner politics of your little "sisterhood." I bet I'm seen as a threat at best! I don't doubt that more than a few of you would be relieved if I were to be killed in action.<br><br>"Well, I tolerate the situation but that doesn't mean I like it. If any of your little gang decides to make my life difficult it'll be the end for her!"<br><br>Even lucid his penchant for violence ingrained in him from his ascendance was noticable! He punctuated his statements with arm gestures that gave the impression of attack. His earlier incident with the vampire showed he was not unwilling to use his power in public and feared no consequences.<br><br>He calmed a bit then and said, "You're okay though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 20:53:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"More then likely yes, ye're a threat. Ye're something unknown and after ye're little stunt in injuring two of us most av the group is less than pleased ye're around. Which is why I'm the one that hangs out with ye." she stated, and then paused "It's more then that, I found you, did what I could in the Astral Plane. This thing with Twilight disturbs me, I want to see this through." she commented and nodded once, respecting the statement, knowing she'd have to run interference. <br><br>She watched his gestures and chuckled "I'm glad. I just hope it's more because I'm good in bed." she added giving a cheeky smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 02:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was dead serious as he responded, "It's because you protect my dreams." He clearly put great stock into that belief. <br><br>He grabbed a couple of things from the place, small, easily pocketed and able to be sold, just on instinct. He didn't even realize he was doing it. "Well., I'm ready to go when you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 03:31:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk looked at him a moment and nodded, having the idea that he was speaking of their time in his Astral Plane "And I'll continue to do so." she replied seriously as well.<br><br>Her brow arched as she watched him steal and her head tilted "Ye do know those aren't yours." she commented lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 02:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her when she spoke of his stealing and said, "What?!" as if he were completely innocent. He headed toward the door, as if exiting would make pocketing the things forgotten. "C'mon, we gotta go. I got people to contact. Oh, are we staying here or are we staying back at the castle now?"<br><br>Meanwhile, in another place dark forces stirred...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 04:09:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				About to say more, Hawk paused, then shook her head "Never mind." she replied, making sure everything was locked up and put away, before sliding into her boots. Taking her pendant off of the door she shut it behind them "Back te the castle, ye can make ye're contacts there or on the way back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:23:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He went out with her to the motorcycles and hopped on his. He still didn't know his way around so he would have to follow her.<br><br>...Twillight was not being passive. They wanted their experiment back, or at least unavailable to anyone else. They had access to magic as well, though it was the mercenary kind. They were using it now. A seeking spell was cast, finding and showing his location. A scrying spell was next, looking at Mike, observing him and listening to what he said. Mike had no idea that he was being watched by his nemesis!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 18:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting on her bike and putting on her helmet, she set off leading him back to the castle. Not being intuned to magic all that well she had no idea that the scrying spell was being set but if they were lucky it would have the potential to be canceled out when they were in the region of the Conclave- spells were steeped into the area to prevent spies and to protect those within. If that didn't work then one of the mages that came in occasionally could possibly help. If not, they were in a great deal of trouble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 04:08:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With few landmarks to show what city he was in Twillight likely could not act immediately. They'd need more references...unless someone mentioned it in presence of the spell...<br><br>When they got close enough to the castle to see it and ride uninhibited he gunned the engine of the bike, pulling up along side Hawk. He revved his engine and pointed, hinting that he wanted to race, then revved again and waved three fingers...the signal to rev together three times and, on the third the race would be on!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 04:28:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk turned to look at him and arched a brow as he pointed. Then the woman gave a feral grin and began to rev the engine in response, ready to start the race. It had been a good while since she had raced, this looked to be fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 06:07:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He revved in the prescribed pattern and, on the third boost he kicked into gear and rolled! His rear tire skidded a bit, unfortunately, making his accelleration a bit slow. Hopefully it wouldn't cost him the race. He leand forward on the bike into a clutch and increased the speed, racing hard with the intent to win.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 19:11:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman kicked the bike into gear and with a roar of the engine she was ahead of him for a moment. Increasing the speed, she listened to him approach behind him and leaned forwards racing ahead as they moved to a wider road, they would have a chance to pass each other now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 04:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once on firmer ground he opened up the throttle and sped onward. He was now at the mercy of Hawk's build of the bike she lent him. He rode fearlessly, racing at a speed where hittle a small stone on the road could cause a wipe-out! He didn't seem to be catching up to Hawk, just keeping pace behind her. He had to hope she made a mistake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 00:25:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The roar of Michael engine's sounded behind her and she rode as recklessly as he did. She knew this road well and increased the speed, pulling ahead, so far she was in the lead and a mistake looked unlikely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 04:44:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike displayed fearlessness as he rode. His encounters with Twillight had driven fear of mundane things out of him. Now, the supernatural was different. He didn't fear death by natural causes at all though, now!<br><br>He tried any trick he could think of to pull ahead, anything that might distract her...unfortunately he had given up the advantage at the start and was unable to regain it due to Hawk's intimate knowledge of the terrain and he trailed her the whole way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 23:39:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A recklessness edged with the adrenaline rush that came from death defying filled the woman as she rode. The wind filled her ears and she leaned fowards slightly, keeping hold of the motorcycle as the vibration rattled her body.<br><br>She was focused on the road ahead, and peeled through the gates, laughing as she turned towards the garage area and slowed to a stop in front of the large metal doors. Turning off the engine she looked over at Mike grinning, still fueled from the ride and her win.<br><br>((Ugh Sorry about the delay, I lost my thread for this.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 03:08:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike pulled in a second behind her. He stopped and took off his helmet. His hair was out of sorts from it as he took it off and it gave him a "wild" look. He had an intense expression and in a deep voice he said, "That was just a warm up for next time."<br><br>The adrenaline and endorphins coursed through him, his heart beat at a tremendous rate. He hopped off the bike and strode cockily up to her, saddled up behind her and pressed his hips againsther. "I'd be interested in riding like this!" he exclaimed cheekily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 08:54:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking off her helmet and resting it under her arm she chuckled, her own hair wild as well. A glitter of interest filled her gaze and she smirked "Av course it was."<br><br>Hawk grinned now and shifted her hips back until her rear was pressed flush against his. "Aye, as long as ye don't forget yerself and let go. I'd be saddened if ye became road-splatter." she replied, leaning her back against his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 18:01:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The excitement of the race had him on a high. Though he didn't win it still felt good to take that risk. He continued with the risks, deciding to play with his slayer some. He playfully put his arms around her, his hands on her breasts. He gave them a rub and squeeze and said, "Now I have no desire to let go." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 18:53:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure ye don', but we've things te do." she stated amidst the surge of heat that washed along her skin. Gently she pulled his arms away after resting the helmet between her knees and got off of the motorcycle, steadying it so it wouldn't fall on him. Gossip and rumour ran through the castle like wildfire she didn't care for being the recipient of catty comments.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 08:07:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He really did not like the rejection at all! It struck someting in him and he frowned. For a split moment he fully intended to just take her right there, willing or not! Fortunately (for whom?) he did not. He did decide she would have to make it up to him somehow, though.<br><br>"What things?" He'd completely forgotten his need for computer access once they had started racing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 13:56:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could tell he didn't like the rejection but ignored it also having the feeling that if things were different they'd be righting tooth and nail right now. Still more then annoyed by his arrogance and manner she walked the motorcycle into the garage.<br><br>"Well ye wanted to search a few things on a computer as I recall and I have some debriefing to do over last night's club issue." she commented, seeing as how she was a senior Slayer she'd have to take the fall for the near disaster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 19:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded at the reminder, then said, "Issue? What issue. There was no issue. I saw a nightmare and elimenated it. No issue at all." He grinned predatorily, a grin that would terrify anyone who understood it's intent that happened to be of the nightmare persuasion. "I'm gonna do that lots!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 19:20:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mouth twisted, knowing that this would be a problem and she lightly rubbed her temples "Yes, ye did, the way ye did it was a problem. Ye eliminated the threat right in the middle of a crowded club of people not aware that nightmares exist. To have them find out that way causes panic which means trouble for us." she stated firmly meeting his gaze. "Do ye understand? The more people that know about what we do the more attention we get which means more nightmares, which could mean an invasion of this place. Not a good thing." she commented, walking on&nbsp; to the buildings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 02:54:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a brief moment his lucidity returned as she spoke. His response would startle many conservative slayers. "So. Let them panic. Let them become accustomed the the fact that nightmares hide among them. Let them learn to recognize and deal with the threat of vampires and demons.&nbsp; Keeping them in the dark makes them vulnerable! Kill 'em on sight and let everyone see it happen so they know it can be done. Let them see humans do it so they know they can too. Secrecy is not doing the word any favours!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk frowned listening to him, his opinions echoing hers when she had first started and still somewhat held. Taking a breath to keep herself in check during his tirade she stopped leaning in a small archway on a path to one of the side buildings. "I know it sounds like letting regular folk know of the threat would help them combat it. And maybe it would, if people as a whole were not a frightened cluster of animals that respond to danger by panic and riots. We'd be faced with suspicion and distrust too many fear that they don't understand. There are some that might listen but it would take too damned long and would mean more death of innocents before any progress could be made." she stated, voice soft and her eyes flat. "Ye see for now both ways make too many people vulnerable and we're Slayers, other people don't have our strength, our speed; they'd be lambs te the slaughter." she added shaking her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Kind of Slayer (Sorrows Solace and Last of the Great Mikeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 22:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Short term thinking," he replied. "Initially of course they would panic. However, familiaritywill change that. Everything takes time. Secrecy is the tool used by the corrupt to keep a personal advantage. Openness and accountability are the tools of the righteous, the honest and those that serve. If your higher-ups are using secrecy as their tool then I suggest you take a deeper look at what they are doing and why because I would give you odds that they are corrupt!" <br><br>It was strange to hear the passion of his words coming from a man who was basically born and raised to be a career criminal. Perhaps this background gave him the understanding needed to have such a passionate belief.<br><br>"I guarantee you that Twillight hides behind anything it can and uses secrecy as a weapon. If your...Xander? If he uses it too then he's not the stand-up guy everyone thinks he is."<br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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