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Post by Circe on Nov 10, 2019 19:57:45 GMT -6
"I see, perhaps I was wrong then." She replied, but never said what she had been wrong about. It hadn't been her idea to have Tyrus on the team, if anything he had made her job that much more difficult. No one had wanted to be in Dallas, but Catherine had made the best of it she could, even if that had meant playing nice with her ex for a time. At one point they had even considered getting back together, but that disaster had been narrowly avoided when her case load increased after the Council saw how effective her team could be.
"It was nice to see you stop by, I hope the kids enjoy the crafts." Catherine finished handing Tyrus a large paper sack filled with his purchases. "If you'll excuse me, I have a store to clean up and inventory to finish putting away."
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Post by demikara on Nov 10, 2019 20:00:53 GMT -6
"Good luck. I'll see you tonight." He left with that, not wanting to stick around. He needed to blow off some steam. He'd be there tonight, because he said he would, but frankly, right now, he wanted nothing to do with the court. It had always been a jail. It continued to be a jail. And this time, this time he had walked right into it without hesitation because eh thought his friend needed him. Only to find out that she wasn't his friend at all.
Tyrus was tired of everything right now. If he didn't blow off some steam now, he'd lose it later having to deal with his new 'family' and the politics of this mess. And to think, he wasn't even officially 'out' as her fledgling yet. He didn't want to know how bad it was going to get once he was 'good enough' to be a proper member of the family.
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Post by Circe on Nov 10, 2019 20:20:23 GMT -6
Sighing, she looked at the mess the trio had left. One of them had spray painted slurs on the windows and another had totally decimated racks of paint. It was going to take the rest of the day to clean up the disaster zone, and she still had to call customers letting them know orders were in. Brandon had thankfully taken the liberty of leaving her a list so she didn't have to go digging through the back to figure out who owned what.
Looking at the windows again, she shook her head and went to get the solvents and a razor blade. The sooner she got things done, the better. It was boring work, but it would give her time to think and direct her anger at something other than Tyrus. She could have used magic to put everything back to rights, but the store was in a fairly popular mundane district. It was better to blend than call attention during the day.
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Shortly after dusk she flipped the sign over to closed, counted down the register, and left locking the door behind her. It took a good fifteen minutes of swearing and rattling the door to get it locked properly. After double checking the lock, she pocketed the key into her coat and headed towards her car. There was no sign of the trouble makers or Tyrus either, so she just shrugged and assumed it would be quiet the rest of the night.
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Post by demikara on Nov 10, 2019 20:26:41 GMT -6
Tyrus arrived shortly after she closed up and he frowned as he looked the place over. There was no sign of trouble at least, and he pulled in next to Catherine and got out. "At least you were able to get it all cleaned up. What the hell were they thinking?" Had they even been thinking, because he rather doubted it. He frowned and looked around. At least they hadn't come back.
He spoke too soon though. A car parked across the street and the three idiots from earlier were there, and if he wasn't mistaken that was a bottle of alcohol with fabric of some sort sticking out. A molotov cocktail. They were planning on bombing the shop. How far were they really willing to go with their hate? He hadn't even done anything to them, but defend himself. And they were kicking up a fuss because he had been turned? Just about everybody had assumed he'd be turned one day since he had first been introduced to the court.
With his parents death, he had assumed that would never happen, but magic was weird some times. This was one of them.
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Post by Circe on Nov 10, 2019 20:37:24 GMT -6
"Who knows," She said stretching slightly. "I got most of it and the rest is going to have to wait. I spent all day staring at a glass window scraping off paint with a razor blade." It had been tedious but it needed to be done, and the glass had faced south. Catherine had had to wait till the sun was behind the building across the street, or risk a migraine of epic proportions from the bright sun.
"I'll call O'Hara tomorrow, this is getting insane." She added seeing the car across the street. True to their word, the trio had returned looking for more trouble.
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Post by demikara on Nov 11, 2019 11:20:04 GMT -6
"Seriously? That sounds miserable." He didn't like being out in the sun all day anymore. He could do it, but it left him cranky and thirsty and he knew it. So he tended to stick to the indoors and copious amounts of caffeine during the daylight hours. "This is ridiculous." He stepped out in front of the shop and crossed his arms thoroughly unamused. These idiots were trouble makers and as far as he was concerned, they could go die in a ditch. It was a good thing Catherine was going to call O'Hara tomorrow. It saved him a call.
"Look it's the vampire himself. This is because of you. Because you went and turned!" That was what this was about? Tyrus raised a thoroughly unimpressed eyebrow. "The vampires don't deserve that much extra power." The werewolf said that as if he hadn't been loyal to the court his entire life. That was just kind of pitiful.
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Post by Circe on Nov 11, 2019 11:57:31 GMT -6
"Very." Catherine agreed. She had never been much of a day person to begin with, and as a vampire it was even worse. But there were things that she did for family and a few friends that she didn't do for anyone else, and that included babysitting her nephew's shop while her half-sibling who worked there went off to do god knew what. She suspected that tomorrow would be more of the same, and Catherine did not find herself looking forward to that. But it had the potential to be better after thoroughly and soundly kicking the three werewolves to the curb.
"Do you even realize how stupid you sound right now?" Catherine dead panned as she went to stand next to Tyrus. Hands shoved deep down into the pockets of her heavy black coat, she reached out to touch the magic letting it rest just at the tips of her fingers. "Go find someone else to harass." She wasn't going to give them a third warning, but instead was going to allow them to make the first move. That way there was absolutely no room for them to claim that either her or Tyrus had started this one.
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Post by demikara on Nov 11, 2019 12:21:30 GMT -6
"How is you being an ass my fault?" Tyrus asked, unimpressed. "Look, just go away. You're in over your heads here." He was trying to be nice. If they left, then this could all be put behind them, right up until O'Hara was called tomorrow about these three idiots. Assuming he was called tomorrow and not tonight. Tyrus didn't know Catherine's plans. It wasn't like the two ever actually communicated after all.
The one carrying the molotov cocktail lit it and another got up in Tyrus' face. "We're going to make you pay and make your stupid family pay too." He threw punch and Tyrus dodged it with ease. The third werewolf dove into the fight, ganging up on a thoroughly unimpressed Tyrus as the second werewold threw the cocktail at the store, intent on burning it down.
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Post by Circe on Nov 11, 2019 12:31:59 GMT -6
Catherine wasn't about to stand by and let Tyrus get his ass handed to him, but there was also the matter of the molotov cocktail that had just been lobbed at the store front. Lifting a hand out of her coat, she stopped the bottle mid air before it could even have a chance to hit the shop. Closing her hand and squeezing, she burst the bottle mid air into flaming shards of glass and liquid. If that didn't send them a warning, then she wasn't sure what would. She was trying to not avoid a political incident, but the werewolves were relentless. "Pay for what you idiot? No one has done shit to you!" She exclaimed. It was obvious that Catherine had had just about enough of these three. They had just as much speed and physical strength as either one of them, and one occasionally kept their magic after their own turning; but she didn't know about these three.
She couldn't sense anything from any of the three, but it was possible that her own judgement was clouded by anger and frustration. "Two against three is hardly fair, don't you think Tyrus?" She asked innocently, but there was a dark under current in her voice.
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Post by demikara on Nov 11, 2019 12:36:38 GMT -6
"Definitely not. Especially when the three are idiot werewolves and two are vampire royalty." The idiots. Tyrus didn't intend on dealing with them politely this time. He'd talk to O'Hara about the situation, but frankly, he was done playing nice. The mage cast a spell to electrocute the one who punched him and grinned viciously as it hit. It was dark, and there weren't people around. The werewolves were idiots for attacking after night fall.
The second one, who threw the cocktail backed up in horror, eyes going to the flaming shards and back to Catherine. He backed away and swallowed. "We're not scared of you." Gatherine himself, he threw himself against Catherine, fully intending on punching her lights out.
The third werewolf landed a hit on Tyrus, but it didn't cause him to budge at all. That didn't stop him from aiming to hit him again.
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Post by Circe on Nov 11, 2019 12:50:29 GMT -6
The three more than likely had thought that they were up against a decently powerful psionic and vampire, not two members of the current court's royal family. Neither Catherine nor Tyrus went about announcing it, and for the most part life had gone on as usual. Both of them falling back into their previous roles or similar like nothing had ever happened. "You should be." Catherine remarked. She had played nice so far, and had even let the trio think they had shot at winning the fight against them.
Blocking the other's punch, she smiled as the glamour that had kept her looking human dropped revealing a woman with stark white hair, silver eyes. The smile was mirthless, empty, and predatory. There was one thought on her mind, and that was teaching the three a lesson that they would never forget. "I gave you 3 chances," Catherine said. "If you think you can take us, be my guest." She goaded
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Post by demikara on Nov 11, 2019 12:58:17 GMT -6
Tyrus yawned and noted that Catherine really was going for the scare factor if she was dropping her glamour. He blocked another punch and almost casually swept his opponent's feet out from under him and electrocuted the idiot trying to sneak up on him again. There were only so many times you could manage that and they really hadn't done it once.
Terrified, the one who had gone up against Catherine bolted for the car.
"This is ridiculous. The three of you are annoying, at best."
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Post by Circe on Nov 11, 2019 13:07:40 GMT -6
Catherine would much rather scare them senseless than actually get into an all out fight. Intimidation seemed to telegraph more than anything else. "They're even dumber than they look." She commented returning her hands to her pockets. It was cold and damp with a halo around the moon, the kind of weather that usually foretold snow and sunk in chilling one to the bone. She watched the third one bolt to the car and offered a slight psionic push to making his face violently meet the concrete.
"I honestly thought this would be at least entertaining, I've wasted your time Tyrus." Catherine said as she resumed the glamour and turned to walk towards her car. The only thing that could be done would be to place a few phone calls during daylight hours.
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Post by demikara on Nov 11, 2019 13:12:15 GMT -6
Tyrus sighed as both his opponents dashed for the car as well. "It was still nice to get together." He pointed out and headed to his own car. "Thanks for handling the cocktail. That was probably the most interesting part of the entire night." And that was the truth. He watched the three drive off. "Do you want to talk to O'Hara about his idiots, or would you like me to? Since they're upset over me." And there went them keeping it quiet until he was ready.
That was going to be fun. Tyrus stretched and considered his options. "I think I'll grab a bite before heading back. It's a bit early, but I really only want a snack anyway." Though it would likely become a meal. He just had to find the human to snack on.
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Post by Circe on Nov 11, 2019 13:46:40 GMT -6
Catherine watched the three drive off and wondered briefly why there was such a sudden push back from Cedar Ridge. Where they experiencing pack dynamics indicative of illness or distress with the alphas? The sudden tension bothered her, and she didn't know why. "I'll talk to O'Hara, there's something wrong here and I don't know what it is. You have your plate more than full enough right now." She decided. It was the least she could do, after dragging him into this mess willing or unwilling. Catherine knew that he still wasn't entirely at rights with himself since the ritual, and tried her best to let him adjust at his own pace; after all she was still adjusting to not having to go work as a Warden everyday. "The molotov was a bit tricky to take care of." She lied, it had been extremely easy and really only required a passing thought. But she still found herself finding it difficult to trust Tyrus, her own fledgling or not. The track record leading up hadn't exactly been good, considering his decision to speak to the Council on her behalf.
'There are three full moons this month... and pluto is in retrograde..' Catherine thought to herself. She was trying to make sense of the sudden aggression from the werewolves and their packs, it was troubling pattern. At least there wasn't an eclipse to have to add into that, and they were reasonably past solstice and heading into the new year.
Sighing to herself Catherine shook her head, "I think dinner tonight will be something quick, I need to be up again in the morning. One of Brandon's part-timers has the flu and it's the busy season." She'd just have to settle for what she could get, because tomorrow promised to be yet another long day. "I appreciate your help, but feel I need to apologize for wasting your time." He could have been doing everything and anything but helping with the three trouble makers. It hadn't been nearly as bad as she had initially feared, but werewolves were unpredictable at best.
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