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NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on November 29, 2017 at 21:00

Over the years, Clarissa had to be cold hearted, she had to shut off from emotions and guarded, always. She grew up in the foster system and if a child saw another was upset they would normally continue stirring the pan. She was in and out of family homes for all her childhood until one couple took her in; seemingly aware of what she was before she even knew the supernatural existed. It was this couple that welcomed her into the Organisation when she was eighteen, an Organisation that she kind of worked for even though she handed in her notice months ago to come to Evermore with her twin brother to find their biological Father. However, despite how cold hearted and shut off she had become, hurting a child would never be something that she would ever agree to; her Organisation may hire someone else to do the deed but she never could, therefore, her threat to the man was only somewhat true. Clarissa exhaled a slight chuckle that she had already made the Lycan a little wary of her and what she was capable of and she gave herself a mental tap on the back for that.

She placed the wallet back into the man’s back pocket, standing stupidly close to him to intimidate him before stepping back and allowing her Wolf friend to do the investigating now that she had got the ball running. Clarissa was listening but to show how laid back she was or at least, how confident she was with the situation, she glanced down at her very ripped and very bloodied shirt; she couldn’t be seen like this, she would get the town talking with her shenanigans and her preferences. Eventually she lifted her gaze to the two men she was socialising with, her features crunching a little at the sound of the knee cap shattering into little pieces before nodding to tell the Lycan the man was telling the truth. “Whaa, you’re just going to let him go? He could tell his people anything” She stubbornly huffed as she watched the man scurry off into the distance.

Clarissa looked at the Lycan in disbelief before shrugging; she looked around and found herself a suitable shirt that one of the murdered men wore; she specifically went for the one she ‘burnt alive’ as his top wasn’t ruined like the others. Seeing as her long haired friend turned away, she removed her own ripped to shreds shirt and swapped it for the deceased’s. It was a checked blue/green shirt which she only did a few buttons up before tying the two ends at the bottom to she could make the shirt more flattering on her. “You don’t even need to ask me a question like that, the answer will always be a yes to a drink” She smirked as she caught up with the now named man, Dominic.

“The names Clarissa” She offered a hand out to him, seeing she now had to be somewhat civil with him as they would probably be working together until they track down the other group. “Follow me, I know a pretty good bar.” Unfortunately she couldn’t take him to her favourite, one where she often set up camp but knowing the Dhampir Ambassador she knew a few good ones in the area and they weren’t too far from her latest crime scene; she wondered if her sister, the Detective of Evermore would work that case. With a grin, she could see the bar light up in front of them, causing her to pick up the pace a little; her taste buds were tingling with need of a cold beer.

“What you want? I’ll buy considering I made you feel like every bone was breaking.” She smirked over her shoulder at him as the bouncer let them through. “I would say I’m sorry about that, buuuut I’m really not.”  With all things considering, Clarissa was chirpy; she ignored the fact that this mission had taken a turning for the worst and that The Organisation and Kai would be pissed at her but she knew they wouldn’t kill her; they needed her even though they would never verbally admit that.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on December 1, 2017 at 17:56

Dominic placed his hand in hers as he returned the greeting and followed the Nephilim to wherever she was leading him, which could quite possibly be his doom. He just hoped there would be a drink there before dying. When they came upon an actual establishment which served alcohol, he was pleasantly surprised and made his way over to the bar, giving her an eyeroll at her comment. "Yea, you could've at least bought me dinner first." Though the place was pretty packed, they were able to grab a couple of seats and the bartender happened to be right in front of them. "I'll take a Guiness and continuous shots of rum." He nodded to Clarissa. "The angel of Death here will take the blood of innocent children in a gutted out skull. On the rocks." The older man looked up at him in confusion and the Therian smirked as he placed the beer bottle down in front of him. Dominic popped the top off with his teeth and drank a large gulp as the first shot went down in front of him, which he quickly swallowed.

He leaned his arms on the bar and looked over at his new associate. "Guess I'll start...." After taking another swig of the beer, he sighed and looked down at the bottle in his hands while he spoke. "So yea, I'm an Ailward Guard, which you seemed to have figured out already. You'll have to explain that one to me, but by the timing, I'm assuming you already got to my Dhampir friend who was originally set to help me out." Dominic turned more in his chair to face her and put a hand through his hair. "I got an assignment from the Ailwards to get the necklace from the hibachi and keep it safe with the Dhampirs until they knew what to do with it. I don't really know what's so special about it, but I also didn't really care. It's not my job to know why most of the time."

As the bartender put down the next two shots, he slid it over to her and clinked the glasses. "It would've and should've gone down without a hitch, but then a certain brunette came along and decided to fuck it all up." He drank the shot and smirked at her, sarcastically. "So... I spilled my guts, let's hear yours, Lovey." Picking up the beer again, he took another gulp and then swallowed it quickly as another thought came to mind. "Oh, and I'd love to know if you killed that son of bitch that was supposed to be helping me. Because if you didn't, I might."

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on December 2, 2017 at 15:16

Clarissa propped herself up onto the bar stool before leaning forwards slightly off of the leather, padded seat to see the wide variety of alcoholic beverages that they kept in the fridges despite knowing she would just go for the standard bottle of beer; she lowered herself down and shook her head ever so slightly. “I don’t think a full stomach would have made it that enjoyable” She smirked beforef glancing beneath her lashes at the bartender and what Dominic had ordered her; she allowed a wink to drop from her left eye before putting the poor bloke out of his awkward misery. “I’ll just have beer for now, thanks.” Whilst waiting for the bartender to gather their drinks, Clarissa looked over her shoulder to finally get a look at what the bar had to offer, it had been a while since she was last here. Her lavender specked gaze ran across the sea of faces before returning to her associate just as the drinks arrived. Once the chilled bottle of her beer touched her hand, goose bumps appeared on her tanned flesh but it was the first sip that caused the shiver to run down the length of her spine; which triggered a rather content sigh to bypass her lips.

 She didn’t know how much information she should give him regarding The Organisation; the little he knew the better, it would mean they probably wouldn’t come after him or try and get between him and his Guard duties. A trained and skilled fighter like himself, they sure as hell would want to snap him up. “Your Dhampir friend was heavily swayed by a lot of money, up front. In cash. He’s still alive, so go right ahead, you can kill him; he means nothing to my people anymore” She glanced down at the shot of rum that was conveniently placed in front of her and her muscular shoulders shrugged before returning the clink and throwing her head back at the rim of the glass met her lips. Once the liquid at stroked her taste buds, her facial features crunched up ever so slightly; shaking her head as she did so. She hardly shot rum; she was more a tequila girl herself. “Aw, don’t be such a sore loser, Domz.” She returned the sarcastic tone as she blew him a kiss.

“I’m recruited by the Organisation, I have been since I was eighteen years old. They have many ways of finding out information on someone.” She shrugged again, taking a large gulp of her beer; taking in her surroundings to make sure no one was eavesdropping. People didn’t normally take well to an assassin in the mix. “They trained me to be an assassin. My Father calls himself the Devil so it isn’t much of a surprise that killing comes so easily to me” She threw Dominic a wink before resting her forearms on the bar in front of them. “I don’t know much, if anything about that bloody jewel. I was simply hired to gather it and give it to my people before receiving a heavy pay check.” Which she wasn’t entirely sure she would receive now considering how it had all gone to pot. “I’m probably going to have my ass handed to me once they find out the outcome of this evening.” Just the mere thought of the venom laced words that were going to hit her made her ‘pft’ under her breath before finishing off her first beer of the evening and flagging down the barman for another round.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on December 9, 2017 at 3:03

Hearing that the Dhampir who double crossed him was still alive made Dominic roll his eyes as he took another swig of his beer. Money. How utterly annoying it was to hear how easily swayed that asshole could be when his duty was to protect something of high importance. This was exactly the reason he liked working alone and why the Ailwards didn't just trust anyone. Dominic would have to deal with him once all this was sorted out and he recovered the necklace. How he was exactly going to do that was still unclear. It's not like he could go running to the Dhampir Ambassador about a secret mission. Violence was looking more and more like the best option. Again, she made him raise an eyebrow at how quickly she dismissed murdering someone.

Dominic listened to her as she explained why she was after the artifact and it was certainly an incredible story. "You'll have to go back a few steps here, Love, because what you just said sounds pretty insane." The bartender put down two more beers with a pair of shots and the Therian was quick to grab the next bottle. "What the hell is the Organisation?" he began, stressing the word. "And did you just say you were trained to be an assassin?" He gave her a once over from head to toe and back again with a smirk. "It definitely explains the disregard for human life and why you're too beautiful to be normal. The pretty ones never are." Grabbing the shot, he downed it and let out a breath after swallowing it, feeling the heat go through his chest. "You've definitely got the whole daddy issue thing happening. The Devil..." Dominic scoffed with sarcasm and pulled his beer closer to him, biting his lower lip as he looked at her. 

From her tone as she spoke about this Organisation, failing was heavily frowned upon. He dropped the sarcasm and looked to her dark eyes which seemed to glow more in the lighting of the club, bringing the lavendar specks of Nephilim DNA out. "Why don't you just leave? Or should I assume by what your describing to me that leaving isn't an option they give you." Dominic swiveled in his chair to face her, leaning in a bit closer to be heard above the swarms of people and loud music bumping. "Is it a 'in it for life or die' kind of club, because if so, you may wanna find that contract and burn it."

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on December 10, 2017 at 18:06

Clarissa couldn’t help but allow her worries of the Organisations reaction to this evenings shenanigans to enter the darkest corner of her mind for watching him fight in the inner frustration of how she won over his man was far more enjoyable. The very corners of her lips curled upwards as the rim of the bottle touched them, exhaling at his expression before swigging at the lager; the young Nephilim could start to feel the alcohol fill her blood stream, allowing her mind to buzz and she wondered how long it would take to get a Therian, much like himself to get drunk – she didn’t even think it was possible. However, that wasn’t going to stop her determination to see if it were possible merely because she found the image in her head far too amusing to let it go. She heard his question about wanting to know more about the Organisation she worked for and she felt reluctant to let him in, yet, they were on the same team until one of them had the gem in their grasp. For now, he was all she had. 

Before allowing any words to drop from the tip of her tongue, she grabbed the shot and effortlessly took the liquid in one go; her diminutive yet muscular body shuddered feeling it run down the back of her throat and leaving a rather unpleasant after taste. Clarissa finally pulled herself together before swivelling on the bar stool to face him; the vibrancy of her purple hues growing as her mind slowly succumbed to the alcohol within her system, and boy did she enjoy it. “The Organisation I work for are called The Assassins League – I think the name speaks for itself, but why a group of Assassins want a pretty necklace, god only knows.” She threw him a wink, crossing one leg over the other. “I actually met my Twin brother in the Organisation, but that is a story for another day” A slight laugh bypassed her lips as she felt his gaze run down the course of her figure; feeling her ego grow just that little bit more. “Why thank you, my angelic looks are my secret weapon, no one expects it from me. You sure as hell didn’t” Her tone had ushered down to a slight whisper yet the playful tone had laced each word before allowing her elbow to nudge his arm at the comment of having Daddy issues; however, she was the definition of Daddy Issues, for she had issues for a man she had never met.  “Abraxas Lucifer Bradford, he is my primary mission and my reason for being in Evermore”

“You want Tequila? We’ll get Tequila” She grinned at him, always trying her best to avoid any question on her employers for as long as possible; once she had the barman’s attention, she ordered two with the salt and lime before returning her attention back to the Therian. “In the years I’ve been there, I have yet to see anyone leave – my Twin and I, could be the first. So who knows how that will go down but I know you’ll want to be first row seats.”

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on December 13, 2017 at 1:32

As he listened to her, Dominic could sense there was something hidden underneath the mask she put up that kept her always appearing cool and in control. There was a deeper history behind her being part of this Assassins League and if she and her long lost twin brother were the first to leave, he imagined they must've been through all hell to do it. His eyes lingered on her as she smiled at him, still trying to read her; something he was normally good at with other people. It was terribly annoying not being able to pick up any certain tells, minus the fact that a certain look from Clarissa could make men weak just in time for her to strike. He would absolutely have to watch what he drank tonight. After all, this was just a shaky truce. No telling what would happen when they got their hands on the necklace. "Tequila sounds good," he replied with with a reassuring smirk.

The Therian took another sip of his beer as the bartender placed down two shot glasses. He watched as the man dip the top of the cups in the speckled salt pieces and then picked up a bottle of Patron to pour the liquid gold. Next, he pushed a tray over to them with limes, oranges, and peppers. Dominic's eyebrow raised when his eyes fell on the red and yellow peppers. Of all the alcohol he'd every consumed in his adult and not-so adult life, he had to say, never was there a tequila shot offered to him with a side of peppers to chase. The barman poured two more shots of the white tequila with hot sauce layered on top and told them this was the shot to take with the hot peppers. He bit the tip of his tongue as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile. "I see tonight we are trying to die, even if it's not by each other's hands." Dom picked up the white shot, grabbing a pepper, and raised it to her in a toast just as another Guinness was placed in front of him. There was a big tip heading his way tonight. "To..." Dominic paused for a moment to find the right celebratory words. "To living another day." He ate the red pepper and downed the tequila, feeling the warmth of the mixed liquid slowly pass through his chest. A chuckle escaped his lips as he let out a breath. "That should be illegal," he said, his voice becoming raspy. He put the glass down and drank the beer, cooling the inside of his mouth. "Then again, I'd probably want it more."

Dominic slouched slightly in his seat as he watched her. "You know... I'm going to wherever this Organisation base is." He didn't wait to see her reaction as he reached for the darker shot, letting his tongue slide along the salt rim of the glass before swallowing the liquid. Taking the lime in his mouth, his hazel eyes went back to her, sucking the bitter fruit. "You're going to take me, too," Dom said matter-of-factly as he smirked with confidence before tossing the lime into his Guinness. He waited a few moments before continuing. "As I see it, it's the only way we're going to find out what this gem is capable of. Are you not even a little bit curious? It might help us figure out who is trying to steal it in the first place." 

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on December 15, 2017 at 22:51

Lavender specked eyes widened at the sight of the alcohol and peppers that were placed in front of the two; in fact, one somewhat messy brow perked curiously before giving Dominic side eye, glad to see that he was almost just as baffled by the concept. Clarissa leaned back within the stool, allowing her new friend to take one for the team to try the pepper before the tequila and without much thought; a laugh had bypassed her lips at his reaction, maybe it was that specific alcoholic drink that would get a wolf on the floor. Delicate fingers pushed a few strands of her midnight hair behind her ear before they wrapped around the very miniature shot glass; she raised it in the toast of living to another day. “To living another few hours” She somewhat corrected him before glancing down at the dusting of salt that coated the glass; Clarissa shook her head in amusement that she found herself, yet again in this alcoholic position. Without much thought, her tongue slipped out and ran the course of salt, savouring the taste before quickly taking the shot in one; goose bumps appeared on her skin as she lifted the lime and took it between her teeth. 

Clarissa put the glass down before hiding her face for a very brief moment in the crook of her arm as she took in the different tastes, not entirely sure she wanted to try the pepper one just yet. Just as she recovered, he had hit her with the comment of wanting to go to her base and for that, she coughed for a brief moment; the hell-bent Angel remained silent for a moment before cussing under breath and taking the red pepper between her teeth followed by the shot. She felt she needed some Dutch courage if he was being serious about the plan. “You’re a fool, you do know that right?” By this time, her words were slightly slurred and she could feel her brows furrowing as she turned her attention fully to him. Her mind raced with the possible outcomes of taking him there, some good and some bad; it was hard to tell how it could turn out.

“The only way you’ll be able to get in, is if you play my prisoner.” She struggled to imagine him playing the victim role but if he wanted to get out alive, he would have to play by her rules this time; getting him out would be easier if they bought his act and believed he was telling the truth. “And you will have to trust me.” Clarissa held his gaze for a moment or two, she knew he was perfectly serious about the plan but he didn’t know what he was potentially getting himself into – they would either kill him or make it their mission to take him and train him as their own. A hand reached back to enter the back of her trouser pocket, bringing out what she hoped would be enough for the drinks that they ordered; she left the cash there before nodding her head towards the exit. “C’mon, Pupperino.”

The winter air rushed over her skin; and it was only then that she realised she had lost her prized possession – her leather jacket. In fact, she was more pissed at losing that than the jewel. “Unless you have a mode of transport of your own, I think we should pick our ride?” A daring grin found her lips as they entered the car park of the club, knowing that they were quite far out from where their game had started.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on December 28, 2017 at 0:44

He let his confident smirk hold as he watched her reaction to his words. The different emotions were passing over her face and body language, but Dominic could see she actually was considering it. He took another swig of his beer and waited for her answer, hoping it would be the one he was looking for. Instead, Clarissa called him a fool and he let out a laugh. "Yes, I do know that, but I'm a fool with good intentions... Mostly." A wicked grin played at the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side and watched as she finally came at him with the response he was hoping for. 

Dominic listened to her idea about getting him inside of the facility to which he nodded in agreement. He knew this was going to be Clarissa's show for the most part since she would know the best way to get him through without suspicion and he certainly could improvise when necessary. Hell, he'd done stupider things without a plan and somehow pulled through with his life so far. If shit hit the fan, he could at least hope to get the heat off Clarissa so she wouldn't be under suspicion, but he would take it as a kindness if she did help him live through this. 

When she beckoned him to make their exit, Dom chugged the rest of his beer and placed the bottle down on the bartop. The slight buzz he was starting to feel was definitely a perk to the crazy they were about to do. As he stepped out into the cold, Dominic put a hand through his hair and sighed. His bike was a good walk from where they were now located. "Not that I love the idea of leaving my motorcycle unattended for a period of time, but I think we better do it your way." His eyes watched as her face lit up at the thought of stealing someone else's car and shook his head with a smirk. As he followed Clarissa deeper into the parking lot, he held his leather jacket out to her, though he didn't think she was the type of woman to accept it. She probably didn't accept anything from anyone ever, in fact. Needless to say, Dominic was still defaulting to how he was raised and that meant, giving up your jacket to a woman who had none.

While they moved about the parking lot, it seemed like Clarissa was looking for the perfect car to make her own. She finally stopped and Dominic let out a small laugh at her decision. "You're kidding, right? This piece of shit?" The car had to be at least twenty years old and looked like it was about ready to fall apart. Then again, at least it wouldn't have an alarm to set off. "I pegged you for European trash expensive." He leaned against the car parked next to it, folding his arms over his chest and watched her try and get the door open. Suddenly, there were loud voices coming from behind them and he realized patrons of the bar were coming out to the lot. He quickly stood and put a hand on Clarissa's back to rub it up and down as she was still bent over trying to get the lock open. "That's right, babe, just get it all out," he said, pretending like she had been throwing up and hoping she would catch his drift so they wouldn't seem so suspicious. "I told you not to drink so much, but you never listen." As he saw the people pass by them out of his peripheral, Dominic stood up and leaned back against the car again. "Well, good thing this wasn't theirs. You almost done there, Love?"

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on January 6, 2018 at 22:48

What were they doing? If this whole, reckless idea of theirs… No, his, went tits up, it would end badly for the both of them; more so for him – after all, he was entering a building of highly trained assassins without a care in the world. Clarissa knew she would get off a little better than himself due to the respect that she had earned over the years, yet the consequences of her unpredictable and reckless behaviour would also be undesired. Not only that, it was the mere thought of returning to the base that made her sick to the core; she had loosened the hold they had on her and Isaiah the moment they decided to find their Father and their family; she only agreed to do certain jobs and going back would seem that she needed them just as much as they needed her. Her fingers ran through the lengths of her hair roughly, pulling at the roots as she waited for him to catch up with her; her eyes gazing across the sea of vehicles yet her attention drifted somewhat as he offered her his own jacket. Clarissa’s expression could only be described as confused at the simple gesture, she was hesitant to accept merely in the fear of looking weak if she did so; but then, she knew it would seem rude if she didn’t accept.

After a moment of two of silence as Dominic awkwardly held out his jacket, Clarissa softly nodded and wrapped her fingers around the fine fabric. “Thank you, Dominic” She offered him a genuine smile as she slipped her arms through the sleeves; the leather jacket drowned her diminutive form; the very tips of her fingers barely visible as they walked deeper into the sea of cars; it only took her a few moments to find the car that was destined to take them to hell – an old banger older than she was. Clarissa let a laugh bypass her lips at his comment and shook her head as she leaned her back against the door of it for a moment. “This old banger won’t look as suspicious, plus no one will care if it disappears” Rissa stated matter-of-factly before rolling up the very lengthy and very baggy sleeves of his leather jacket; pushing herself up from the support of the dusty old car as her hand went into her messy locks, hoping and praying a bobby pin had survived the violent ordeal of this evening. With luck, she pulled one from a few strands and began to work on the lock of the driver’s door.

The muscles of her back tensed up as she felt his hand begin to rub up and down the length of her spine which caused her to pause her criminal behaviour; it had been a while since anyone had dared to touch her affectionately, even if his own touch was simply a decoy for passer-by’s. Rissa cussed under her breath before allowing a sickly, unsatisfying and totally unattractive moan to roll from the tip of her tongue; her hand had splayed across the door handle for support. At least she could say her life was never dull.

Rissa waited until Dominic’s hand had removed itself from her back before continuing her quest to unlock the door; if it took any longer, she would resort to elbowing the back window to get them in. “Patience is a virtue, Dominic. You’re lucky I’m allowing you do this in the first place” Her words were laced with frustration as she continued to try the lock, which after a few more aggressive twists finally gave into her. “Voila.” Clarissa grinned, she turned back to face the Therian, the rather large grin turning somewhat smug as she opened the door. “Get in Pupperino, we have long drive ahead of us.” Without asking, Rissa had slipped into the driver’s seat and gazed at the petrol meter before leaning forwards to hotwire the car which didn’t take as long as unlocking the damn thing.

“There better not be a full moon coming up any time soon.” Clarissa glanced at him as the car coughed to life; her gaze held his sceptically – dealing with him in human form was enough, let alone witnessing his behaviour whilst he was on all fours. Within moments, they had left the club car park and she returned to the roads she used to escape the Assassin’s League the first time.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on January 20, 2018 at 17:05

Dominic smirked with a shake of his head as she scolded his impatience and folded his arms across his chest, keeping quiet. His eyes scanned the lot for any more people that may happen upon them and their not so legal activity, but a satisfying click of the door lock made him look back over to her. He raised an eyebrow with a mocking look of a surprise. "Well, look at you go." He slid into the passenger seat and reached across the console to push the driver side door open. As her fingers went to work on crossing the wires properly on the dash, Dominic kept his gaze on the mirrors for anyone approaching. It wasn't long before she got the car started and they were backing out of the lot and headed towards possible death. Just another normal Saturday for him.

He shook his head with a small smile at her concern for his furrier side coming out. "Not for another week. Sorry to disappoint you," he answered as his gaze remained out of his window. They were on the road in silence for a while, but Dominic was keeping track of where they were actually going. Every detail would be important in this mission. His eyes flickered over to Clarissa as she was concentrating on the road. "So, I have a speculation on what this gem can do and it's not pretty." He leaned his head back against the rest and sighed. Working for the Guard, he had spent years collecting magical artifacts that he was responsible for keeping safe and out of the wrong hands. "I think it has the power to suppress supernatural abilities when in close range with people like us. We would essentially be human." Turning his head to the side, he glanced at her reaction. "I've seen it in some of the ancient texts we have at the Ailward Manor, but the gem wasn't in the form that it's in now. The setting is different, which I guess isn't surprising since it's been passed down through history into other people's hands. It certainly would make sense why so many people are after it."

Dominic folded his arms over his chest and furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "You know them best. Once you get me in as your prisoner, I was thinking the best way to get me moving through the facility with you would be if I needed the infirmary. I'm sure you wouldn't mind that at all." A smirk played across his face as he turned his gaze to the windshield. "I'm guessing they would trust you enough to escort me there and then we can work on getting access to the computers. I don't do techy, so that's all on you." His head turned back to her with a grin. "And try not to hurt me too badly or I will become useless, hmm? I've never had to deal with a building full of assassins, but I'm excited for the challenge if everything were to go to shit." As they turned down a dirt path, Dominic had the feeling this was probably going to be where their destination was. They certainly had a good location. There wasn't anything back on this part of the highway for miles. A question he'd been holding onto was starting to burn with curiosity. He didn't know much about this Organisation, but he had the feeling they weren't exactly the good guys. "What do you think they would want with an artifact like that?"

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on February 24, 2018 at 16:51

Clarissa was delighted to hear that she wouldn’t be seeing the furrier side to the man she had just become acquainted with; she had no time this evening to be dealing with an actual dog when realistically she had to survive the disappointment and anger of the Assassin’s League at her failed mission. She had to remain focussed and making sure a wolf behaved would be the last thing she wanted to do. The road was long, in fact, she always thought it was a horrid drive no matter where in the world she was coming from; she knew what the atmosphere would be like and although professional, tensions were always sky high. Loyalties in the League were few and far between, the males fighting for the alpha positions, species rivalry… It really was all fun and games. Despite losing the jewel, she also had the possibility of facing her ex-partner if he wasn’t on a mission of his own and they always had a rocky relationship.

Thankfully the husky tones of the man’s voice beside her dragged her away from her thoughts and back again into the present moment yet her lavender gaze remained focused on the road in front of them. Rissa listened intently as Dominic shared what he believed the gem could do and she nodded only a few times to indicate she was indeed listening. “So essentially it should be in human hands to protect them from people like us?” She snorted somewhat and wondered, if that was true, how on earth were the humans careless enough to actually lose something that gave them an advantage. “Stupid humans” She muttered beneath her breath and occasionally looked into the rear mirror to make sure they weren’t getting followed by any enemies and certainly not the police – Rissa was too far over the limit to actually be driving and if they were caught, she was sure Cornelia would put her behind bars for the night to teach her a lesson.

“They will interview you first, they won’t give a shit that you’re hurt until you give them answers” Her words were laced with slight amusement. “They’ll hurt you some more before allowing you anywhere.” Rissa commented without mentioning what they would be like with her – this was mainly due to the fact that she didn’t know, she didn’t know what they would say or do to her for failing such an important mission now that she knew what the gem could potentially do. “There are cameras everywhere, but I believe I know someone who will help with the computers, he’s a bit of wet flannel and loves a girls attention.” It was then she turned her head a little face him and allowed a smirk to creep upon one side of her lips before pulling over on the dirt track; Dominic would be a fool to believe she would drive him right to the location Clarissa waited until she parked up before attempting to answer his question, a prolonged exhale escaped her lungs as she slouched back into the back of the chair. “My only guess would be, if they had it, they could take down more influential supernatural characters.” It would make sense; after all their job was to kill for profit.

“C’mon Pupperino, let me beat you up a little more before we head into the gates of hell.” She slapped his knee before jumping out of the old rusty car; before doing anything else, she shrugged off his leather jacket and left it in the driver’s seat – the Assassins didn’t need to see that the Lycan and Nephilim were amicable. Clarissa stood before the beast like man and allowed her gaze to follow him from head to toe and back up again, scrutinizing which part of his body she should break. “Swollen face, a few broken ribs and dislocated knee okay for you?” She pondered, tapping her chin in thought.

Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Dominic Howlett ~Mod~ on March 10, 2018 at 3:31

Dominic let out a small sigh from her guess at the reasoning behind why the Organisation was looking to get their hands on the necklace. He couldn't keep track of how many people were after this thing anymore. He was sorely outnumbered and asking for help wasn't really something he was fond of doing. Working alone was always his speed. If ever there was a reason to keep doing so, the dhampir who had double crossed him earlier in the night couldn't be any better of an example. He knew this was only getting bigger and he wouldn't be able to do it alone. He glanced at Clarissa for a brief second with the thought of asking her to stick around and see this through, but held back on the words and thought better of it. They had only just met and he had a feeling she was just like him in the matter of working with a partner.

When she pulled off the road, his thoughts were shaken away as he looked around where she was parking. He groaned, knowing what was coming next. Pushing open the creaking car door, Dominic stepped out and gave her a smirk while crossing his arms over his chest. Hearing all the injuries she was planning on made him laugh. "Christ woman, you're trying to render me useless." He pointed to his face and shook his head. "You ain't messing up the money maker either." The Therian let out a sigh and rolled his eyes before cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. "Fine, fine. Have it your way, Death Angel. You're entire species is a little sick in the head, you know that?" He stepped forward a little bit and told himself not to naturally react and try to relax. Tensing up certainly wouldn't help with the blow either. "And I don't know about the whole dislocated knee. I may need to be of some use if we are going to get in a fi...." The Nephilim had already attacked before he could finish his sentence, landing a clean hit to his jaw. He staggered back a step and felt the pain shoot through his head. Dom instinctively touched his face and grumbled in annoyance when he saw her pleased look, closing his eyes with a smirk so he wouldn't see when the next one was coming.

The car rumbled down the rest of the road and he was now in the trunk of the car in hopes of making their story appear more legit. It wasn't long before the car was coming to a stop again and he heard what sounded like large metal gates being opened. Once they were through, Dominic closed his eyes and kept to the plan of pretending to be knocked out after Clarissa had used her infliction pain on him. As the trunk opened, he heard the distinct sound of a gun cocking as guards were coming over to collect him. It was time for them to put on a show. 

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