Mod Journal for St. Margaret's. (saintly_mods) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-11-02 15:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: winifred jordan, location: the raconteur, npc: hunters (bethany & martin) |
Thread: Grandmother, What Sharp Teeth You Have
WHO: Fred & the Hunters (Bethany and Martin)
WHEN: Monday, Nov. 2. Early evening.
WHERE: The Raconteur
"Are you sure it's a good idea to be out like this?" Bethany shifted nervously in her seat at The Raconteur and glanced over at her partner.
Martin seemed to ignore her, going on to drink from his beer.
"You know the bartender is a--"
"I know."
"And the waitress, I'm pretty sure she's half--"
"Ogre. I know."
"Then what are we doing in here, Marty?" Beth hissed at him.
Martin didn't respond. He was staring straight ahead. Back at their inn room, the crystal ball was covered and concealed, but still the images it had captured, witnessed by the sigil in the woods outside the school, were burned into his mind. That thing, it had gone straight for their bait and killed the young vampire before he could get back to the safety of the school. But why? Why kill him? Scouts weren't sent to kill, but this one had stalked the vampire through the woods and waited until the last moment to strike. Close enough to be heard. Close enough to be found. Close enough for the sigil to still be burning when those kids had arrived.
"Shit..." Martin rubbed his temples.
"What?"
"We've made a big mistake." He glanced around and then pulled back his jacket to reach into his pocket, revealing a crest burned into the leather of his gun holster that was a symbol of his Order. The hunters's league was splintered, but factions remained. Martin and Bethany's faction was seeing more and more action these days, even against other hunters. The crest was only visible briefly, then covered again by his jacket. "We may not have time to wait for the others to get here."