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NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on March 16, 2018 at 20:59

You ain’t messing up the money maker either. Clarissa glanced up at the Therian with a quirked brow, she had known him long enough now to know which region of the body that he was referring too and it made her shake her head; as much as she now wanted to aim for that area, she resisted such temptation. A snort of amusement escaped her nostrils as he mentioned how a lot of her fellow Nephilims were violent. “Not all, I have come across too angelic angels. It’s actually pretty sickening.” An expression of disgust filtered across her countenance; a shudder crawling upon her exposed flesh which caught the moonlight. With narrowed eyes, she wondered how she would attack; she had to make it quick knowing that guards would be doing their rounds at any moment - despite not being in the Headquarters for so long, she doubted anything would have changed even with the new boss.

This pup could talk, constant yattering and she was in dyer need to shut him up; and with that, she threw him her best right hook - landing her knuckles in his jaw. In all honesty, she actually found herself feeling bad that she was beating someone up without having them fight back, alas, she did enjoy inflicting pain whatever the reason. Clarissa continued to aim vigorous blows to Dominic’s frame before allowing her game to turn dirty; channelling the Nephilim powers of mind control. Lavender specked optics flamed, back teeth clamped down, grinding slowly as the power rendered him almost useless - allowing her to lift the hefty lump into the boot of the car.

“Here goes.” She whispered to herself as she drove the car closer - the gates of the building slowly appearing and slowly growing in size; already her gut became to turn. She would see old ghosts in this building and old lovers and Rissa wasn’t one for revisiting such emotions. With a prolonged sigh, she rolled down the window to the guard who controlled the gates; upon looking at her, he simply opened them to allow them through before she was welcomed by some familiar faces but none of which she was close too.

“Back so soon, Brat-ford?” One of the guards mocked her; after Isaiah and herself killed the previous boss, many had lowered their opinion on the Twins and would love to see them killed themselves. Her eyes ran to their very corners as she heard a few of them approach the boot and open it slowly - wary of what a Bradford could possibly bring into such a place.

“I need to speak to Damien now. That Lycan in the boot of my car, can provide us with intel.” She stated professionally - not needing to elaborate further with someone in the guard. A half smirk occupied her lips as they dragged Dominic out of the boot and how the marks indicated how she went to town on him; and how she could ruin their pretty features too. The guards ushered them quickly into the building, guns at the ready in case either of them decided to play monkey business. Entering the building created goosebumps to appear; the alcohol from earlier completely evaporated from her system as both herself and the Lycan were held in an interview room. “Prepare yourself, Pupperino.” She muttered under her breath - arms crossed over her chest as she heard Damien’s distinct footsteps approaching. 

“Damien, I can exp--” Before she could even finish her statement, Rissa got a taste of her own medicine as Damien’s fist collided with her jaw; yet, despite the pain she allowed no sound to escape and discretely gave Dominic a hand gesture not to react.

“The first rule is not to bring in outsiders and secondly… Did I ask you to bring me a damn wolf?”  Damien growled, his own eyes glowing white and in that moment, Rissa was sure she was going to drown in the testosterone which filled the air.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on March 31, 2018 at 16:42

As the guards lead them through the facility, he mentally took note of all the turns they took and the amount of people inside. This place was a lot larger than he was expecting, but Clarissa had not been kidding about the size of the operation. It was clear they were well organized and everyone in there seemed to be trained fighters just from their demeanor. He was always able to size someone up just by the way they held themselves. It appeared everyone's eyes fell on them while they were moved to a different part of the building; their gazes of confusion and possibly anger were all over their faces.

When they finally stopped in front of a room, the guard took a hold of Dominic's arm to lead him inside, but he shook him off with a threatening glare and sat down in one of the chairs. He looked around the room and saw their reflection in a giant mirror which he assumed was a two-way mirror along with a camera on the ceiling. At the mention of Clarissa's warning, his eyes flickered up as he heard the oncoming footsteps and the door opening once more. Dominic didn't take his eyes off the newcomer as he circled the room. It was clear he held himself with a certain confidence that gave off his superiority complex and Dom only wanted to punch him even more. 

Just as Clarissa opened her mouth to explain their story for being there, Damien had landed a hit to her face. Dominic clenched his jaw and turned his head away to keep up with the game plan, pushing down his natural reaction to put any man down that hit a woman. He listened as Damien ranted at her for bringing them to the facility and spit blood to the side as he glowered at him. This seemed to have caught his attention as he looked over to Dominic for the first time. "Your girlfriend here seems to think I know something about the jewel you are after. It looks like there are a lot more players involved that are trying to get their hands on it since not only her, but someone else with trained mercenaries came looking for the necklace too. I tried to explain to her that I don't know anything about it. I was just told where it would be and when to retrieve it." He turned his head to Clarissa and gave a sarcastic smirk to keep up the charades. "For some reason she doesn't seem to believe me and cheated by using her nephilim powers to take me down otherwise I would've handed her her ass." Dominic's gaze moved back up to Damien. "I assume that means she messed up pretty big if she's bringing me back here which is obviously against the rules." Dom leaned back in his chair nonchalantly with a wide smile. "So, do whatever you want. You're not gonna get any information out of me since there is none to be had. Frankly, you both can go fuck yourselves."

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on April 15, 2018 at 17:32

Her countenance expressed such frustration and the situation brought a low growl to rumble deep within the depth of her belly; her jaw continued to tingle even moments after Damien had collided his fist with it but in reality, she was grateful that he chose her jaw and not the two biggest weaknesses in her life thus far - her two angel wing scars upon her shoulder blades. “Don’t you ever. Ever. Raise a hand to me again, Damien.” Clarissa emphasized his name as she took a step forward, closing the space between herself and the new lead of the Organisation. “Don’t forget, I killed the previous boss of this joint and trust me when I say, I would do it all over again.” Despite her threatening tone, Clarissa came across somewhat flirtatious, allowing her two fingers to walk up the center of his chest - she looked up at him through her eyelashes which sparked with a deviousness that only the devil would appreciate.

Yet, this was the moment that Rissa could have happily waited longer for - the moment that Damien acknowledged Dominic; it had only been a matter of hours but she already knew she favoured Dominic over Damien until he used the whole girlfriend remark. She knew he was only playing the part but she couldn’t help but allow a growl to rumble behind the barrier of her teeth as her lavender speckled gaze fell upon her acquaintance. Rissa so badly wanted to defend herself in that situation, over her dead body would she want to be a girlfriend to someone like Damien. Just the thought of that made her vomit in her mouth a little - she remained silent as she was sure that Damien would have something to say about such a comment and just on cue, that was what he did.

Damien stood there for a moment or two, listening and processing the words that his fellow lyan spoke before a slow smile found his lips as he took a few step forwards to lean upon the table before Dominic. “Bradford? My girlfriend? I suppose I owe her, you know what I mean, for giving me this position in the league but… Certainly not my type, she’d only fuck and then kill you.” His broad shoulders shrugged before pressing onto important matters.

Clarissa rolled her eyes, overhearing the conversation between the two men before going to stand as far away from them as possible - she found both of their attitudes to stink, even if one was acted.

Damien moved to rest one leg upon the table, his hands in his lap as he breathed heavily. “Well that is a shame. We’ll soon see if you truly know nothing at all, I really wanted to have a sophisticated conversation with you..” And with that he clapped both hands to beckon some men in to take Dominic away to do, what Rissa could only assume to be torture. Which she believed Dominic would know what happened, and in that time, she could try and persuade a fellow member of the organisation to do some hacking for them to see who the other group of individuals were who wanted the jewel; yet she couldn’t help but protest. “Why torture him? I’ve already done so, he hasn’t broken so what makes you think your men would succeed?”

Clarissa heard Damien snort at her remark before shaking his head. “Bradford, Bradford, Bradford. You have been out of the true game now for many months along with your Twin. Our ways have changed.” He cooed mockingly as his men barged into the room.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on May 1, 2018 at 4:06

Dominic watched as the fellow therian in front of him sat down casually and hinted at what he could only assume would be his next stop in the facility; Somewhere where they planned on torturing him for more information that Damien assumed he was withholding from them. A glare went across Dom's face as he held his gaze with the man who equally glared back with disdain. When Clarissa interjected, he knew his assumption had been right. He wondered if the woman was trying to play along or perhaps was hoping to keep him out of the pain he knew was bound to happen. 

When the men burst through the room, Dominic's glower went back to Damien one last time, watching the man smirk in delight. The men roughly grabbed at Dominic and pulled him to his feet before ushering him towards the door. He pushed back slightly to cause them to stop by the doorway and smiled at Clarissa. "Just because this asshole isn't down for the whole fucking and killing thing, doesn't mean that I'm not," he said to her loud enough for them all to hear with a wink causing one of the guards to punch him in the stomach and force him out into the hallway. They slammed him face first against the wall and handcuffed him with what he knew were silver cuffs, feeling the burning sensation immediately on his skin. After the satisfying click of the cuffs indicating they were locked, they proceeded to drag him down the hallway once more. "Call me some time, darlin'!" he yelled over his shoulder, laughing, as they pulled him along and around a corner.

Dominic tried to remember all the twists and turns they took on their walk through the facility. The place was so much larger than it looked from the outside. They finally came to a corner of the building where there were a few cells for holding people. One of them held someone who looked familiar to him, but he couldn't place from where. A sudden blow came to his head which caused him to stumble forward and drop to the floor. His vision blurred slightly as he rolled onto his back and looked up. The guards all began attacking him at once and with his hands behind his back there wasn't much protecting he could do. The injuries he'd sustained from Clarissa were making it even worse. Dominic swung his leg out in a sweeping motion and knocked one of the men to the floor before kicking another man in the kneecap and hearing the bone snap. The second man dropped immediately to the floor in howling pain. A moment later a gun was drawn and pointed at his forehead. "Well, now you're just cheating." The man holding the gun flipped the weapon around and swung it across Dom's face. He spit blood to the side and shook his head out to clear it just as he felt himself being dragged again into a dark room.

They dropped him to the cold, concrete ground. He could feel his eye beginning to swell which made it even harder to make out his surroundings. There were only a few hanging lightbulbs on strings that lined the ceiling. As the few people in the room began to move about, Dominic felt the gun being put to the back of his head and then his cuffs being removed by a second person. The woman who unlocked them came around and cuffed them once more with his wrists in front of him. She glanced at him only briefly before reaching up and pulling on a chain that he hadn't noticed was hanging from the wall. She latched the hook that was attached on the chain around the cuffs and nodded to the man that stood near a switchboard who pushed a button. He heard the machinery begin to move and soon the chain was beginning to lift towards the ceiling again, bringing the hook attached to his cuffs up higher. Dominic was forced to stand as his arms were now raised above his head and his feet were just barely scraping the ground. He took a deep breath and let it out again to mentally prepare himself for the pain that he knew was coming.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on May 14, 2018 at 21:37

The tension in the room and the overall tension which lingered in the buildings air was one of the many reasons as to why the young Nephilim decided to leave the League of Assassins along with her brother. Not only did she feel as if she had to walk on eggshells with those ranked above her, but it was truly because she struggled to conform with authority and their demands. She had never been one to follow and she has never been able nor ever be someone she is not, to fit in. As she stood there, the frustration rumbled in her muscles, where she knew she had to resist killing Damien there and then; yes, she had Dominic there but he was not Isaiah who knew each and every escape route of the building. Her gaze eventually left Damien for a brief moment to allow her attention fall on the men who barged in to take her own prisoner to do God knows what to him; despite the rage that Damien’s mere presence caused, she had to channel everything she was taught - to feel nothing, to show nothing despite her naturally being a walking timebomb with her emotions. Upon hearing Dominic’s sassy reply, Clarissa flipped him the finger before he was roughly taken away from the more formal interview room and into the chambers of hell.

Now that it was just her and Damien in the room, she knew she had to leave pretty sharply before one killed the other. Just as her fingers curled round the door handle to take the step in the mission, she was stopped in her tracks once again by the sound of his rather irritating voice. “I know you're ex partner would just love to see you” Damien mocked her with a husky chuckle lacing his words. “He can go fuck himself” She responded in a rather harsh manner before leaving the room without looking behind her; Lachlan was the last person she wanted to see. Just seeing him once a month to get her pay cheque was enough for her and even then she kept the encounter short and sweet. Gossiping whispers filled the air as she walked throughout the halls as curious eyes fell upon her - some remembering her from her time at the League, whilst the newer recruits watched her either in awe or disgust along with her old colleagues. Clarissa simply ignored their whispers and their wandering gaze as she took off to the IT suites where she hoped James still worked.

Finally, she turned the final corner which led her to the suites and as expected, they were like a ghost town; people didn't like this room, they found it boring as it wasn't the battleground. A fresh faced Clarissa happened to be one of those who believed that, but now, she realised it was James and his crew that were the backbone to every mission and every target. It wasn't hard to find James who, like usual his eyes were glued to the screen until he caught her fingers dragging across the edge of his desk before she propped herself upon it. His eyes lit up as he finally met her lavender hazed ones; she wasn't a fool and she knew of the slight affection he had for her, thus, she already felt bad for what she was going to do. She was going to give him false hope by flirting with him to get what she wanted.

“Clarissa… You’re-re back.” The boy stammered slightly which caused her to smile; her hand falling to rest upon his own in which she gave a slight squeeze. She had always found him to be sweet and even to this day, she couldn't wrap her head around why he would want to work in this industry.

“Yes, for now. I'm not staying, James, I still have my Father mission to complete.” Her words were laced with fake sorrow as he simply nodded at the realisation he wasn't going to see her everyday again. With a prolonged inhale, she removed herself from the desk and placed herself behind him; her arms slinking around his neck so that her mouth was beside his ear. “Although, if you could do one thing for me, I suppose I could treat you to dinner.” Her fingers played with the collar of his shirt before adjusting his tie from behind - her heated breath tickling his ear. Clarissa could feel him tense slightly beneath her touch before he coughed to clear his throat.

“Of course, what can I do, Clary?” She pulled back slightly so that James could lean forwards towards the computer before grabbing the nearest chair and pulling it up to the computer besides him. “This stays between us, James.” She waited for confirmation from him that he understood before continuing. “I was sent on this mission to obtain this artifact and they gave me no further information on why they want it. They also failed to mention three other parties want this necklace, thing.” Rissa huffed somewhat, and noticed a curious brow raise upon James’s countenance but she dismissed the question that was on the tip of his tongue with a wave of her hand. “One member of one of those parties is in one of our rooms right this moment, I shall let your imagine run wild with what they're doing right now. But he has no idea either, I've tortured him, myself to no avail, so could you please hack into Damien’s files to see why he wants it so bad and who the third party is?” The hesitation on James’ face was real, they both knew the consequences if they got caught snooping and Rissa sat there sure that he would down right refuse. In any other situation, Clarissa would have threatened him with his life, tortured him or worse, threatened to go after all his loved ones until he agreed yet she couldn't do that to him; but once again, he surprised her - his silence was disrupted by the clicking of keys… He was hacking for her.

Clarissa sat there, her leg twitching as she felt herself becoming impatient and because she didn’t understand the many codes that appeared on the screen; she hated not knowing things. Her position on the chair would change frequently as a series of dramatic exhales bypassed her lips causing James to look at her and shake his head a few times - he knew better than to argue back when she was in this mood. After what seemed like an eternity, Clarissa felt a nudge appear on her shoulder - she had blatantly fallen asleep waiting for some answers and naturally, she turned to collide a fist with James’s face, in a dazed state thinking he was a threat. Thankfully, he had managed to stop her from the attack before motioning her to look at the screen. “I believe we have found your answers.” His expression was smug as he sat back into his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. With a groan, and small rub of her eyes, Clarissa leaned forwards rather excitedly, allowing her gaze to focus on the document before her; scanning each word, each sentence, each paragraph more times that she could imagine. “What the fuck” She simply muttered to herself, her fingers running roughly through the roots of her hair as she attempted to process the information given.

“A magical artifact which can render a supernatural creature powerless to make them appear human in every way possible. The wearer of the necklace can channel the said powers of the creature and furthermore can cause great bodily harm to the creature, if not kill them. If the creature’s powers have been absorbed into the jewel for long enough, they will remain powerless and be seen as mortal until the jewel is smashed.”

Clarissa sat there for a few moments in silence as she tried to comprehend what she held only hours ago; her eyes went without blinking as James continued to scroll down the document to the parties who wanted this jewel. “Looks like its the Human Military that want and have the jewel, Clary. As well as the Aspects, but you know that already.” James informed her which took her out of her stare. “If the jewel ends up in the wrong man's hand, we could all be screwed” Rissa rolled her eyes at his very obvious statement before she met his own gaze which held grave concern; she nodded before replacing his hand on the mouse with her own to scroll down to see why the League wanted it. She no longer truly worked for them so she saw them twice as dangerous if they had the jewel also.

“With this jewel, we will be unstoppable when it comes down to taking out the biggest characters on the list, as well as punishment for members of the League who disobey” That was just one email in the conversation history and Clarissa didn't need to see anymore. “We have to destroy that bloody jewel” She growled before standing with enough power to push her chair backwards; knowing all too well herself and Isaiah would be top of that naughty list; with a smile she leaned down to kiss James on the cheek. “Delete all history of this and I'll get in touch about dinner.” The corners of her lips twitched before leaving the room swiftly to try and save her accomplice in the mission that simply had death written all over it.

It wasn't hard to find the chambers of hell in this building; all she needed to do was follow the screams although she was sure Dominic wouldn't give his torturers the satisfaction of screaming. Despite enjoying torture, she would hate to have this job; she wanted the fight and that was something prisoners never really gave. With a huff, she found the chamber in which they were keeping him, she just had to hope his tortures had left him be for half an hour so she could attempt to smuggle him out… Of this section of the building anyway, she would figure the rest out on the way. Her knuckles gave the door a light knock before she opened the door slowly and suspiciously to be greeted by the darkness the torture rooms always held. “Pupperino?” Her whisper was hissed as she scanned the darkness, glad to see her fellow Assassins had done the predictable and left for whatever reason.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on May 20, 2018 at 19:31

Dominic spat a mouthful of blood as he took another punch to the face. The two men in the room had been taking turns hitting him with various objects, but the one in front of him seemed to be enjoying it the most as he sneered at Dominic with each attack. The man's hands were each donned with silver-knuckles that burned with every hit he took. Hanging by his full weight was no help either. The tips of his boots were just inching above the floor as he felt the skin on his wrists becoming more and more raw with each passing minute while hanging by the silver cuffs.

He suddenly heard the sound of his shirt being ripped open as the assassin behind him used a knife to tear through the fabric. He couldn't decide if it was worse not knowing what was coming or if it was better that his mind couldn't process it before it was going to happen. Dominic swallowed the cry of pain he wanted to yell out as the man at his back slowly dragged the tip of the silver knife from his shoulder to his hip. "Your strong. Not from all that ridiculous hulking muscle," the man in front of him began as he slid the weapons off his hands and stepped closer to Dominic. "Torture is more mental than anything. Didn't think you would hold up this long."

Dominic took a few heaving breaths. "Well... it can't be.. because.. you have a date." He glared at the man in front of him with a smirk. "You're.. uglier than I am.. after being tortured." The assassin in front of him didn't appreciate his humor as he retaliated with a punch to the stomach that caused Dom to wince in response. "And it certainly.. isn't because.. you're a gentleman." The man behind him grabbed the therian by the hair and yanked his head backwards and to the side. He felt a small prick of something sharp and could see out of his peripheral a needle being placed into his skin. The affects were instant as he felt the silver being injected into his neck. The poison began to spread immediately and he could barely focus. Shaking his head, Dominic attempted to fight back against the substance, but even he couldn't resist against the weakness all therians possessed. It was as if lava had been poured into his bloodstream and he would burn from the inside out.

The assassin in front of him nodded for his partner to toss him the silver knife to which he began to carve into Dominic's chest. He grunted out in agony as the tip of the blade moved about his skin. "Who took the necklace?"

"Blow me," Dominic replied, his voice coming out in ragged gasps.

The assassin ran the knife down Dominic's side and pierced his skin, inching the blade slowly between his ribs. He groaned and felt his body shudder from the pain that seared through him. The man yanked the weapon quickly out and caused the therian to yell out. "Last chance, dog." He twirled the knife around in his hand and inched his face closer to Dominic's. "Who has the nec.." 

Before letting him finish, Dominic pulled back and headbutted the assassin. He reacted instantly by raising the knife, but the other man man grabbed his arm to stop him. "Don't. Damien said to leave him alive. For now. Come on, let's take a break."

"Yea, run along.. to daddy," Dominic smirked at them as they all left the room, watching in some satisfaction as blood ran from the one assassin's nose at his retaliation. When the door finally closed behind them, he let down the front he was putting up to his captors, looking down at his various injuries. He could feel his body rejecting its natural healing ability as the silver continued running through his bloodstream. Keeping himself conscious was becoming more and more difficult. 

The door suddenly opened again and he felt his stomach drop. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. As the figure came into the light, Dominic breathed a sigh of relief. "Bout time." He heard Clarissa moving through the room and soon the sound of the machine turning on to lower the chain that held him in the air by his cuffs. As soon as he was lowered enough, he dropped to the ground on his hands and knees. Clarissa moved next time and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, helping to lift him to his feet again. "I can't." Dominic wasn't sure what her plan was to get them out of here, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to go far or possibly help her if they did get caught. He nodded over to the table that held all the instruments they'd kept for their various methods of torture. "Adrenaline?" Long bouts of torture sometimes required the person causing the pain to bring back their victim with the use of adrenaline. He would bet it was no different with the League. "Silver. They.. injected me.. with silver." The nephilim walked them over to the table and Dominic leaned on it, trying to keep himself awake. "It's a wonder.. you left.. this place," he joked, forcing himself to stay awake. "Tell me.. you got some.. good news." 

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on May 30, 2018 at 17:47

The air was thick of it, suffocating even as she submerged into the darkness completely; she was used to the smell of death but not the potent smell of it a room that wasn't even big enough to swing a cat. The stench of death, sweat and blood caused her to cough for a moment, waiting for her lungs and taste buds to accommodate to the room; her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness but it wasn't that sense that picked up on him first, it was his heavy breathing that caused her to locate him easily. Yet, unlike any ordinary person, Clarissa didn't run over to see if he was okay first, she moved across the room to the program which controlled the machinery that kept his body just lingering above the ground. The sound of the machine and the metal clanging as it lowered the Therian back to the ground caused Rissa to grimace, however, that was primarily due to not wanting to get caught so early on in their new mission - to escape. From the moment she heard him drop to the ground, she knew it would take a lot of energy on her part to get out; but she would come to that bridge when they had to cross it, because as of right now - she needed to make sure he could at least hold himself up right.

With a grunt or two, she wriggled herself under one of his arms so that it could slink around her shoulder before lifting him into a standing position; her gaze fell upon his face which began to swell a little from the many beatings he had to endure. A small smile found her lips at his reply before jesting back to him. “Jesus Christ you look ugly.” Her words were laced with a slight laugh before she slowly maneuvered him over to the table that he grunted at. Clarissa made sure he was stable enough on the table before fiddling with many of the needles to see which one carried the adrenaline. She would admit, she wasn't the greatest at the recovery process of torture or trying to kill someone; it was a skill she never had to learn and right in this moment, she was kicking herself for not picking that part of the job up. Yet it wasn't the adrenaline now that concerned her, it was the silver that they had injected into him; she was surprised he was still standing by this point. In that moment, it was as a light bulb flickered on above her head. Clarissa moved round the table once more to stand beside him, the needle containing the adrenaline still in one hand but first, she felt like she would need to ease and take away the pain that he was going through; she was sure the pain was both physical and mental.

“Stand still, will you?” Although saying that, there was nowhere else he could go besides downwards if he could no longer hold himself up. It had been a while since she used the Nephilim power of Clairsentience, she supposed she was never nice enough to feel the need to stop someone from feeling pain. Clarissa placed one hand upon his shoulder whilst her lavender flecked gaze looked upon him; her eyes gaining vibrance as she allowed her power to slither through every ventricle of his mind. The power soothing the inflamed parts of his mind which were registering the pain. She could only hold this power for so long as she would need to use the power of her mind again if people caught them sneaking out; Dominic was in no place to use his muscle. Eventually her eyes dimmed as she retracted her power, she hoped that she had lessened his pain somewhat. Now that his body had calmed, she moved him to face her a completely, a sly grin forming as she plummeted the needle full of adrenaline into the center of his chest. “You won't be able to fight but moving you will be a little easier.” Rissa commented, patting his shoulder before looping his arm around her neck once more. “I'll tell you the news once we get out of this shithole.”

With that, she guided him out of the pits of hell and down one of the series of hallways; she knew of the exit they'd leave through - the door leading round to the back where they kept the bins. She had already accepted they wouldn't get the car back; they would be examining it for any clues to confirm that one if not both of them are lying. They had made it further than she thought before they met with the first small group of colleagues. “If you can crawl to that door, Pup. That'll be great” Clarissa muttered, pushing him gently, knowing she would need space between him and the other Assassins. “Go!” She growled, her eyes flaring purple once more, using pain infliction on one, making the female feel like she was burning alive before beckoning the male to come fight her. The woman before her crumbled to her knees, screaming as her body fried; it would keep her down for long enough - until they have left the scene at least. The man, however, was a lot more tricky; the pair fought for dominance over and over - he, giving Clarissa a beautiful cut to the lip before she managed to ram his head into the corner of wall.

More voices came from further down the hall; they had heard the fight and the screams from the girl. With a growl, the Young Nephilim turned on her heels and ran towards the door and out of it to meet Dominic. “How long until you're fit as a fiddle again?” She teased before glancing round the area, not seeing a clear way out without fighting more; this meant one thing and it caused her to shudder. “I hope you like heights” Even if he said he hated them, she wouldn't take no for answer, as, just like that, her wings ripped through the borrowed shirt she stole earlier. Clarissa waited rather impatiently for him to wrap his tired limbs around her before taking off into the night sky.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on June 28, 2018 at 19:54

Dominic grasped his side as he watched Clarissa going through the different instruments on the table. He grimaced from the pain that was still flowing through his blood making him want to collapse onto the ground until the whole thing was over. Of course this wasn't an option, so he stayed focused on the nephilim before him to use her as a focal point to stay conscious. After she had finally decided on which of the needles was the adrenaline, Clarissa put a hand on his shoulder and caught her gaze as she commanded his attention. He watched as her normally brown eyes began to swirl brightly into its purple tint, indicating she was using her abilities. Dominic audibly groaned at this. Nephilims were not his favorite of the supernatural world. He hated they had the upper hand when it came to their mind tricks.

He felt the pain begin to lessen in his body as he held her gaze, shifting his weight slightly after realizing he was favoring one side from his injuries. "Try not to fall in love," he joked as Clarissa continued concentrating, though he could see her waver slightly as she squeezed his shoulder in retaliation where he'd been cut, making him wince. "Ow!" The woman held a smirk as she turned to face him holding the needle with what seemed to be delight at what she was about to do. Dominic took in a large breath before exhaling through his mouth to calm himself as much as he could. She drove the needle into his chest and he felt himself immediately sieze up; his muscles screaming from the adrenaline. A slew of curses came out of Dom's mouth as he gripped the table and tightly shut his eyes to wait for the initial shock to pass. 

With a pat on the shoulder, Clarissa was putting his arm around her neck to help him to his feet again and moved towards the door. They moved about the halls without any interruption. Dominic was almost hopeful they would make it out without being discovered until a small group came around the corner. He eyed the door just as she ordered him to go. It wasn't in him to leave someone to fight alone. His hesitation lasted for a second until he forced himself to realize she could take care of herself.

Leaning against the wall, he pushed open the door that lead outside and saw two familiar faces who were having their smoke break before coming back to their torturing business. "Shit." Both assassins came at him instantly to which he shut the door again. In an instant the metal door came off the hinges and sent him backwards as it landed on top of him. He grunted and began to move from under the heavy weight until he saw the one who had inserted the silver into his neck, pull a gun. The rounds echoed loudly throughout the room. Dominic held the broken door up as a shield before mustering the little strength he still had and hurling it at the men. It immediately knocked out the gunman, but the one who had had the pleasure of hurting Dom with the silver knuckles rolled from its path.

A sly grin spread over the assassin's face as he beckoned for Dominic to fight. "Come on, dog. Let's see what you have left." The therian heaved and felt like he weighed a metric ton. He peered over to Clarissa and saw she had her hands full, but was holding her own. "That bitch ain't helping you out of this one." Dom glared back at the man and mustered up all the strength he had left to rush at the man. His opponent stood waiting for him until he dove for the gun and fired off at Dominic. A bullet grazed his shoulder, but he ignored the pain as he tackled him back through the open doorway and to the ground. The assassin was able to roll the larger man onto his back as they both fought for control of the gun, but Dom knew he wouldn't be able to win the exchange. His body began giving out and the man took the gun and held it to Dominic's head. Time seemed to stretch as he waited to hear the sound of the bullet firing off and sending him to eternal blackness, but then the man's legs were around his neck and crushing his windpipe. "Shooting you would be too easy..." 

Dom pulled at the assassin's legs in an attempt to breathe. He was suddenly wishing for the bullet instead of this slow death. In his effort to free himself, his hand slipped onto the knife sheath around the man's leg and he quickly pulled the weapon out. Without hesitation, Dominic drove the knife into his opponent's thigh making him release his hold and scream out in pain. The therian gasped for air and yanked the knife from the man's flesh to drive it in the side of his neck before rolling off of him onto his back. 

Dominic heard the gurgling of blood that bubbled in the man's throat as he dragged himself to his knees and then his feet, watching him suffer and giving a choice finger as he passed. Clarissa suddenly came out of the door and was by his side in seconds. "Ha ha," he said to her joke as her wings exploded from her back. He groaned as he looped his arms around her neck and let himself be completely dependent on her strength just as she took to the sky. More of the assassins came through the door, but they were soon as small as ants. He forced himself to stay awake even though his body was screaming at him to rest. The idea of falling from the sky to his death was not a pleasant one.

Once they'd gotten far enough away, Clarissa was already working on stealing another car from a diner off the highway. They were soon on the road again and there was no stopping the sleep that washed over him as soon as he was in the passenger seat and she was driving to get them somewhere to regroup. 

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on September 9, 2018 at 19:54

The sounds of her wings hitting the air could be heard as they slowly began to pick the two off the ground before they eventually got working and before the two knew it they were within the clouds; she glanced over her shoulder to see if she could witness the ants that would have swarmed to see her escape - and like clockwork, they were there. In fact, the sight that she could barely see gave her the heebie jeebies; for Clarissa, they were too clustered together. Eventually, she turned her attention back to facing forwards but that forwards meant nothing to her; for she had no idea where she could take him to recover from the beatings and the silver which continued to plague his system. She remained in flight for long enough to know that they would not randomly bump into any other assassin or member of the league before descending back to the ground; the lower she got, the more direction she gained - she managed to maneuver the two, to a car park of a diner just off another motorway. The moment her feet touched the ground, Rissa sighed in relief as she contracted her wings and they went back into their resting place of beneath her skin of her shoulder blades.

“Yet another car to steal” She spoke, more to herself as she noticed that the Therian in her hold was almost completely out of it; Rissa glanced around and picked a random car - the fact that they were all left over night in the dreary looking car park could only suggest that they were not as loved as other vehicles. “Lean” She ordered softly, making the Therian rest against the hood of the car  as she repeated her actions from earlier, unlocking the door with ease before lifting the heavy lump back into the passenger seat. Clarissa groaned somewhat once he was down and she couldn’t help but shake off her muscles to ease the tension of the whole night; it was only a matter of time before she would succumb to the weariness of the last 24 hours. The pads of her fingers drummed against the steering wheel as she attempted to navigate directions before rolling her eyes and taking off in any direction her gut saw fit.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been driving for but all she knew was that the sun was beginning to peak up above the treetops to signify the start of a new day; the thought of that upset her greatly - she was definitely one for a great and deep love for sleep. Eventually, she turned into the back roads, nearing the forest, hoping to find some abandoned cabin; there were always plenty of those going about outside of Evermore City where supernatural creatures lacked rules and left occupiers dead. “Bingo” Clarissa grinned proudly as one came into view, and in that moment she sped up only to come to a rather hasty stop; she grimaced and looked over to the Therian only to find that he was still sound asleep - if it weren’t for the rise and fall of his chest, she would have pronounced him dead.

For all of her faults, she couldn’t and wouldn’t wake him and yet again found herself supporting his weight as they walked into the cabin; she glanced around wearily to try and locate the bedroom where she could plop him down to sleep out the rest of his recovery. Once the room was found and he was down, she staggered with a yawn back into the living area to succumb to her own subconscious on the sofa; Clarissa brought the blanket that rested on the back of the sofa up to her chest and drifted into darkness. It was the first night, in a very long time that she was able to sleep peacefully without the thrashing of night terrors, and she only knew this as she slowly stirred awake from the sound of rummaging of food wrappers and the closing of cupboards. Rissa kept her eyes shut as she finally regarded the scavenging Therian. “Found anything good to eat?” Her voice laced with morning husk.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on October 14, 2018 at 18:15

Dominic was back in that hell again. Being beaten and tortured in any creative way his captors found pleasure. The room smelled heavy of his blood as he looked down to the darkened pool at his feet and then to the gaping wounds that poured out his life source. They each took turns injecting the silver filled needles into his skin and each time he screamed out in agony. This wasn't about finding out information from him anymore; This was about torturing him to death.

His feeble attempts to lash out at them only weakened him further and soon he was letting himself succumb. There was no way out of this and he didn't want to give them any more satisfaction then they were already getting now from his pain. Dom let himself go limp and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He wished he could've done better by the Ailwards. Whatever it was this jewel could ultimately do, the guard knew it wasn't anything good. Especially with so many people after it. 

The last shortened gasps of air left his chest and a blackness came over him. Failing was something he wasn't used to and like a switch, he suddenly had the urge to keep fighting. He wasn't going out like this... Dominic's eyes opened and he quickly sat up in a bed that was not his own. A searing pain ran up his side at the sudden movement and he looked down to his bare chest to see a closed wound that he distinctly remembered receiving by being stabbed with a silver blade. The sun shone brightly through the curtain-less window, making him squint in response. He ran a hand through his messy hair and tried to remember anything before passing out. Flying. He was flying.. but certainly not of his own accord as therians tended to not have wings. The face of the raven haired angel suddenly came into view across his mind. She had gotten them away after he'd become completely helpless in their final escape.

Dominic threw his legs over the bed and swiftly moved out of the bedroom. He came to a hallway and immediately noticed the small, unfamiliar cabin was eerily quiet. His boots moved against the wooden floor with a creak in every step until he came upon the living area where he saw the sleeping nephilim on the worn couch. A shaky breath escaped his lips and he leaned against the wall, placing his head back. She was okay. He watched her for a moment before crossing the room and carefully readjusting the blanket that lay on her. 

His stomach suddenly made an audible growl. It had been a while since he'd eaten and all the healing his body had done seemed to work up an appetite. Despite his muscles groaning against nearly every movement he made, the wolf began opening all the cabinets in search of something to tide him over till they moved on to somewhere new. Preferably his house. He could definitely go for a shower and maybe even a shirt. His hand came to his bare stomach as he patted it in response to another defiant noise. "Yea, yea, I'm working on it..." Not that he was expecting to find anything. This place had clearly been abandoned for some time and all that was left was the garbage of whoever else had squatted there before them.

Clarissa's sudden voice made him pause and turn around. "Nothing," he responded, leaning back against the kitchen counter to face her. "I think I could eat a whole pizza right now. Scratch that. A whole pizzeria." The therian walked back over to the living room and he sat down on the plush recliner that immediately sent a small cloud of dust in the air at his weight. He winced slightly from the pain the action caused and sighed. "Thanks." Dominic cleared his throat. He wasn't good at gratitude or really anything else that made him sound vulnerable. "You saved our asses back there." He leaned forward on his knees and let a moment pass before asking the very burning question on his mind. "So, what did you learn?"

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on November 2, 2018 at 18:19

In that moment, Clarissa didn't want to open her eyes - in fact, despite regarding the therian, she didn't want to accept the fact that she was awake; for the first time in what felt like months, the Nephilim had slept like a baby without the aid of alcohol. Her body sunk into the sofa as if the cushions were made specifically for her body shape and weight; her muscles finally found a relaxed state in order to recover from the many years of abuse, of fighting and unintentional self harm. Clarissa hated to admit it, but the events of the last 24 hours were unexpected and unplanned; she couldn't even recall why The League asked her to do this task now that she no longer officially worked for them and hadn't done so in months. It would be interesting to see if they had been in contact with Isaiah in recent months also. Eventually, much to her dismay, Clarissa slowly fluttered her eyes open - a groan bypassing her lips as light filtered through thick eyelashes. It took a moment or two before her eyes had the chance to adjust to the scene before her; once she could see, she groggily pushed herself upwards - making sure the blanket remained wrapped around her. Once in a vertical position, she finally got to glance around at the cabin that housed them rather safely considering the threat that would soon be hunting them down.

A snort vibrated at the back of her throat as the therian confirmed that he couldn't find anything to eat; and that hardly surprised her when she considered how dusty and to be frank, how disgusting this place was. Rissa mentally noted that she was to have a good, and at least, one hour shower when she returned home to rid herself of whatever bugs or creepy crawlies she had slept with last night. “Whoever lived here before must have been in a hurry” She spoke more to herself before bringing her legs up and sitting cross legged beneath the rather itchy blanket; her gaze watching Dom move to join her in the living area, witnessing his worn out, and rather old man walk she chose not to comment - even though now would be the chance to say something so cheeky as she knew he wouldn't be able to give back as well as he could've done. “We'll find something to eat before whatever the next step is” Clarissa reassured, not only him but also her own stomach which was on the brink of eating it's own self. There it was, the question that he was bound to ask; in fact it, the question brought a smile to appear at the very tips of her lips.

“You really don't hang about, do ya?” Rissa mused and leaned back as she tried to remember everything that she found out - she really should have taken a photo of the screen as she was sure the poor impressionable male at The League would've allowed her to do so. She cleared her throat, and her lips parted for a moment to figure out where she should start. “First off, The Assassins League simply want it so they can kill their targets easier and quickly, especially the bigger characters on their list. As well as using it to torture their assassins or other employers if they disobey or whatever” Rissa waved a hand in dismissal. “Meaning if they get their hands on, there is a very big chance they'd use it on my twin and I” Her words were laced with a very disgruntled tone, however, she wasn't worried if that was the case; she had been trained for her own death for many years. “Now, this third party who stole from us, the little shits. They are the, wait for iiitt…” Clarissa paused for a dramatic effect to simply annoy the wolf before her. “The human military. We were taken for a mug by humans” She tsked in disgust that they were overthrown by the mere mortals before glancing up at him to see his own reaction to the news.

“Now, it didn't say why they want the jewel, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out why - they're fighting back for being at a disadvantage.” Her muscular shoulders gave of a nonchalant shrug. “If you ask me, the pretty thing should be destroyed” Clarissa wasn't expecting him to agree and she wondered if that would be when they would work for seperate teams again. With a shake of her head, Rissa pushed herself upward to stand on fairly tired legs before she threw the blanket at him. “Put a shirt on, will you? I'm hungry”

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on December 28, 2018 at 0:29

Dominic listened intently as the nephilim explained all that she had learned during their crazy ordeal at the Assassin's compound. As she spoke to the reasoning for her psychotic employer wanting the stone, it didn't surprise him at all. It was such a powerful object to have and he didn't exactly feel comfortable knowing those assholes wanted it. He thought it interesting how she was very passive when mentioning that they could use the artifact to torture her and her brother. As if it was just another day for her and everything about that made him almost angry with her. It was as though she was just an instrument of death and didn't have a right to live her life the way she chose. 

Before he could even decide if he wanted to have that conversation with her, it quickly got pushed aside as she moved into who the new group was that intervened with them back on the street. Hearing that it was the fault of humans made him rise from the dusty chair much faster than he should've and immediately regretted it as he put a hand out to brace himself on the decrepit seat. Dominic grabbed his midsection for a moment with a grimace that he hid from Clarissa and then let out a breath between his teeth. He had always known one day the human government or some other underground movement would want to push back at supernaturals for having a natural advantage over them. The Ailwards had listened to his concerns, but they always reassured the guard that their relationships with the humans was a good one, but that was only with the ones that were in higher places of official government seats. Whoever had attacked them was definitely some type of other militia. 

As Clarissa mentioned that it would be for the better if the stone was destroyed, he turned to face her with the intention of a rebuttal, but it fell away when he realized he was starting to agree with her. The only problem with that was he had promised to get it returned to the Ailwards for safe keeping. It was his mission after all. He wasn't accustomed to coming back from a mission without succeeding and he didn't plan on it now. A frustrated hand went through his messy hair and before he saw it coming, the angel had thrown the blanket that was covering her at his face with a request. "Distracting you too much?" he quipped back at her with a smirk just as his stomach began to audibly argue for his attention. "Yea, let's get the hell outta here."

Some forty-five minutes later, the pair were back in the car Clarissa had stolen with Dominic behind the wheel. They had picked up a large pie on the way to his home in Therian territory which he was currently digging into as he pulled another slice from the box that lay on Clarissa's lap. The cheese began to ooze off the bread and he quickly put it in his mouth, having to correct the swerving he did on the highway in his efforts. He wasn't sure if going back to the cabin was the best idea ever seeing as the Organisation seemed to have known everything about him, but he wasn't exactly okay having those maniacs wandering around his home either. He wasn't about to let them have free roam on his property.

He pulled the car off onto the hidden dirt road and made his way to the house. It seemed undisturbed and just how he had left it. Dominic slowly opened the door and stepped out cautiously, letting his therian senses push outwards. The chirping of the birds intensified along with the small stream in front of the house that sounded like a river to him when he was enhancing his hearing. There were no scents he didn't recognize and he nodded to Clarissa to give the okay. Looked like they were more concerned with finding the necklace than they were finding the two of them.

After holding the front door open for her, he took the pizza box and dumped it on the small kitchen table before reaching in the fridge for a couple of beers. He tossed one her way and pointed towards the bathroom of his open concept home. "Feel free. Clean towels are in the closet and you can leave your clothes outside. I'll get them washed up. There's an outdoor shower so I'll be just outside in the back of the house." Dom popped open the cap of the bottle and tossed it in the sink, taking a long sip. "I gotta ask though," he began before she had the chance to turn and make her way to the shower. "Why stay and see this through? You seem like the type of girl that looks out for herself and I'm thinking you would rather be as far away as possible from those jerks you were employed with. This is probably suicide, so I can't help but wonder why you're still around. I mean, I know I'm pretty awesome and all, but I'm thinking this is not just about me." Despite the joke, he really did wonder what was in it for this assassin who had every right to bail from this insane, needle in a haystack that was set to explode, mission he was set on.

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