Ztip5sb.pngAlicenne Danyel O'Malley
Nickname(s): Firecracker, 'O'Malley', Coach, 'Parole Officer Jolly Rancher', Twinkle Toes
Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland
Nationality/Languages: Irish/English
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Age: 25 -Stunned- [Chronically: 26]
Birthday: October 29th
Zodiac:
 Born: Scorpio Claimed: Leo
Occupation: Supernatural Hunter
Mental Status:
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Status:
Jason: HSHQ-Georgia -- "You look good like that."
Apollo (In POV of Holly): Dublin Uni Campus-Ireland-1980's -- "Maybe there is some kind of hope."
Dracula: Kidnapped-Unknown --
"Why?"
Rudolf (In POV of 14yo Alice): All Hallow's Eve Carnival-Ireland-2008 -- "I'll keep it ferever."
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4355540.png89005175?profile=RESIZE_710xAlice was born into your average family. Mom, dad, sister, chocolate lab named Hershey in the colorful language lands of Ireland. It was on her fourth birthday year when her crazy started. It was hitting ten o'clock one night, and the two sisters were in the bath. Samantha and Alice having a grand ol time when they heard screaming from their mother and father outside the bathroom door; as well as snarls and barking not just from their dog. After hours they got out, and on the floor was their mother, Holly, dead. And on the mother was a beast. A monstrous dog that was unforgivingly devouring their parents. She crept back into the bathroom to protect her sister, dressing her then only leaving the bathroom when the dog was gone. Alice hid with her sister under their late parents' bed. Not long after, several figures dressed in black cloaks stormed the house and searched for them, when they did they wretched Samantha from the crying Alice's hands. Pleading for them to leave them alone. Atlas Samantha was then dragged away screaming. Her screaming soon vanished, and so did she.

3717697131?profile=RESIZE_710xAlice was then entirely alone, crying over her dead mother and fathers’ bodies. Her parents were dead, her sister was gone. She ran over, crying and pounding on the neighbor's doors for help. They answered to her yelling that a ghost dog with red eyes killed her parents and a cloaked people took her sister away. They were suspicious and investigated, finding her parents ripped apart. Of course, they didn't believe this girl. With blood covering her they could only guess the worse and why was she the only one alive. So, instead of believing her, they undoubtedly thought she was a killer.

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With no other living relatives, Alice was sent to the Saint John of God Mental Institution for the orphaned clinically insane. Years in the mental institution served Alice well. Instead of helping her, they made her crazy, diagnosing her schizophrenic among other things. They drove that sweet little girl into a life of hatred and isolation. She saw what she saw, she knew it was real, so why didn't they believe her?

For years they kept her there before deciding she was well enough to find a family. So they started to put her into foster care. But those families didn't last long at all, they all became scared her. Of what she spoke and what she planned to do, they thought she was crazy. So bouncing from family to asylum, to family, and back was messing her up. She didn't want a new family, she wanted her old one with her mom, dad, and little sister.

At twelve Alice's being a ping-pong dug deep into her pending insanity. She became violent and merciless. She began hurting people. All but one, her friend and in the beginning fellow punching bag, Rudolf Sobszak to whom she confided her entire life into, and would never give up. So much so that on days they contemplated the world they decided to hell with it and would run away, far away from Ireland and rules and find a place to be on their own. It was obvious that they wouldn't find a lasting family, and with the horror of murder sprung on them it would likely never happen, so when she was fourteen they ran away. Or tried to. The law got caught up with Rudolf and Alice snuck onto the boat herself. Waiting for him to come, but as it set off from the docks she knew that she likely lost her best friend forever. The boat was headed to America, and from there she tried to find her place in the world no matter how broken her own head was.

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When she first landed in Delaware she did anything and everything to fend for herself. And on a night she got particularly hurt, it was none other than her sister, Samantha, who came to her aid. At first happy, Alice soon realized the horror of the revelation, that that was not the sister she remembered. Her little sister was one of them, she was a monster. Sam refused to tell Alice what truly happened that night and why she was a demon.  And out of hate, betrayal, grief, and sorrow, Alice banished her sister, told her to never come near her, again and disowned her. Ending the loving relationship of the girl who drove her mad from never giving up hope that her sister was still alive.

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She departed with her sister with a few words,"Sam, ya better hightail yer ass back to Hell 'cause if I get me hands on ya I'll do worse." Sam tried to change her mind, tried to make Alice take her back but Alice stabbed her instead. Sam disappeared, and Alice left with more hate than she ever had for someone before. This plummeted Alice into a world of loneliness. The big question of why and how very nearly taking her over. She would find out. But she could trust only herself. And anyone who tried to change her mind? Kill them all. Monsters and humans alike.

It didn't take long for her to get noticed by many people. One, in particular, being the Hunter Society for a teenage girl who was taking down vampires herself. One man was sent to find her by the name of Jorgan Belikov. It took him a few times but eventually, he subdued her and brought her to the HSHQ where he gave her the ultimatum that would forever change her life. Join the Hunter Society, become a hunter with a cleared name and a clean slate to live off of; put that anger and strength into a reason to live and fight not just for herself but for others that suffered the same sort of terror she did as a child in losing her family, or lie endlessly in her madness and likely die from her stubborn ego.

Rightfully, Alice chose to become a Hunter. And from there Jorgan personally trained her, she passed and heightened in ranks then as soon as her 18th birthday she became a full-fledged hunter. And continues to do that to this day.

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Have you ever loved someone so much that you want to rip their heart out? Welcome to Alice-Land. Having had her sister turn herself into a demon really put the psycho into the hunter. And a good reason. Alice put the tears and time into endlessly worrying about her little sister, and suddenly when she finally comes to her she was a fucking demon the entire time. That put a new level of hate in Alice. Not only was her sister chilling with the enemy, she never did a damn thing to recognize that they killed her parents and left her big sister stranded in an insane asylum. So what a better way to fill the anger than to murder the person who caused it? Alice is out for blood with Samantha, and won't drop dead until she is dead. This is a reason why Alice fights so that one day she can be strong enough to kill her sister. Both in heart and body.

Currently, Alice has a lead on Sam. She had been at a war with herself on if she was going to kill her little sister or not. It's a thought that brings a strange sense of peace as well as fear. Can she kill her only living relative? Minus the fact that she is a monster? Either she can end Samantha O'Malley, or find a reason for her.

 

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 3824633715?profile=RESIZE_710xAlice was the definition of crazy, so it would be easy that she herself looked the part. Alice got her mother's chocolate brown hair genes and her father's brown eyes; she is a cutie with an attitude of a Tasmanian devil. She has a healthy body, standing at the height of 5'5, Alice is slim and toned from her training and battles she couldn't be happier with herself at the weight of 125lbs. She changes her head of brown wavy ringlet hair often, going for colors that make her pop. Currently, her hair is silver; it has grown and continues to grow from the holy presence of the goddess. Along with the healthy head of hair, she also doesn't allow herself to miss a beat. She eats healthy to maintain a good and strong body and hair.

As far as clothing goes Alice is not at all shy about letting people know her dripping good looks. She has a body and she wields it, putting a cloth on it only amplifies it. She sports skinny jeans, leather, hoodies, boots, whatever she likes. You'll rarely find her in a dress though she is not opposed to wearing them if she feels sexy enough that day or if the occasion calls for it. Her choice of colors are always often dark. And for an odd reason that her birthday month is near Halloween, she enjoys the scent of pumpkin spice. She is always doused in the smell and carries it with pride. She's not scared to be a girl and refuses to wear dresses, high heels, or make-up. She's more than happy with herself to know that whatever she does that she's going to look hot while doing it. As far as piercings go her belly button has a simple silver ball and diamond.

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6567044052?profile=RESIZE_584xAlice has two tattoos. One of an 'anti-possession tattoo' on her wrist. Then a swirl pattern tattoo from her right hip to the top of her back. The tattoo is a symbol, every hunter has it. Each is different and their own design, but each means the same. It's for honor, it's for protection, and as long as it's there, it's to now that each hunter is each other's family. They protect each other and they love each other. They fight to live, they live to protect.

 The tattoo itself is coated in magic. Used from the blood of supernaturals it has many different wards and hexes to prevent harm to come to the hunters. The higher the level of the hunter, the more warding for different sorts of monsters. Alice has most of them and some. Being the rank that she's at she has lots of warnings, able to feel a tingle from the certain blood that is connected to the particular monster.

Even Alice is not without scars. Through her hunting, she has managed some scrapes and bruises, but none that are as deep as the one ones made by a demon. Alice has three diagonally parallel gashed scars on her back. They reach from the back of her left shoulder to the end of her right shoulder blade. Another being a still tender round scar in the middle top of her right hand as well as her palm. Her back one was received by a demon attacking her, and the hand by an angel blade.

Page-Divider.png4356043.png6223255654?profile=RESIZE_400xAlice has an interesting personality. She's quick to anger but quick to help anyone who calls for it. Being a hard head she does not go down with anything without a fight. Sadly this could be bad for the other if they bump her wrong that day. She has a hard time trusting people. To see how she is that day it frankly depends on what side the person gets on, and how she woke up that morning. Alice is unpredictable, cocky, loud, and atrociously proud. She is guarded, headstrong, stubborn as hell and easily agitated if she is triggered. She can be sweet or deadly. Having her as a friend is a bittersweet feeling. Foul-mouthed and bitter most the time, she gets annoyed with humanity rather quickly because in her mind she has no limits if she's pushed she will go all out.

 Once she is used to a person enough to open up, one can find that she is silly, rather mellow, and a jokester. She's a down to earth person who thinks greatly of life and what people think of it around her. She's even got a caring side. No ones really took the time to see that part of her, so it is still a mystery. Especially with the matter that she was born a Scorpio, but true to nature she is a Leo.

||Likes: Sushi, Outer space, Scary Movies, Tea, Cats, Rainy Days, classic 80's music.| Dislikes: People with bad breath, people in general, You.||

 

 

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Alice is insane. As explained many times before, but what is the total extent to that? What makes her insane? Well, when she was taken away that day to the mental institution they tried to calm her down, thinking that she was the one who had done it but she was putting the blame on 'monsters'. They put Alice into a mental institution to try and help her with her vivid imagination, but the more they did that the more she realized that they could not be trusted. Explaining her story only made it worse. She started to lose herself. She became a loose cannon. Becoming violent and dangerous she would hurt whoever told her that she was wrong and harmed whoever tried to come close. She followed this up to her current age and is not good at getting along with people for that matter.

Alice suffers from antisocial personality disorder, oppositional defiant disorder, and bipolar disorder (which causes her to suffer episodes of manic depression). She is also sociopathic, has chronic anger, and minor ADHD. She will get hit by anxiety from time to time as well to top it all off.

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♥♥♥: As far as relationships go, Alice hasn't even made it past first base. She's a workaholic, who has time for affection and romance when the world is plagued by monsters? Alice isn't easy to tie down nor does she want to be. She's too selfish and emotionally damaged to care about anyone else. But there are ways; you just have to learn how to handle her.

|| Status: The Ultimate Single. || Interests: One numpy fookin' cat. ||

"I'll never lose me virginity cause I never lose."

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4358085.png6223614891?profile=RESIZE_584xAlice has a strong set of wit as well as skills about her. Training at the HSHQ was nothing sweet and innocent. Alice put blood sweat and tears into her training and it was a lot of hard work. In her time there Alice became highly skilled in martial arts and hand to hand combat (she is particularly skilled in the art of assassination, having mastered arts such as karate, judo, boxing, wrestling and many styles of kung fu, incorporating gymnastics and acrobatics into her fighting style as she battles monsters), she also possesses computer hacking skills (she can hack into most computer systems without tripping any firewalls or security), skilled marksman (well versed in conventional firearms and has an uncanny knack for using miscellaneous hand-held objects as projectile weapons, and a sharpshooter) and ability to process lots of information in a short time (she studies for fun, learning all she can about a monster and what makes them tick. Finding weak spots on how to kill them and what they are as a whole.)

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Inventory wise Alice will almost always have her backpack with her. A leather bag with various departments on it. In there could be pistol bullets, hex bags, first-aid kit, clothing, as well as a couple of explosives for just in case situations. Lots of things that she has made herself but mostly she will pack it with things that are needed for her hunt. Always with her, she will be wearing her combat boots which have departments in them for her items. In her left boot is her wooden stake which she has many of them. In her right is her dagger. Her dagger is a jagdkommando integral tri-dagger. The dagger itself is fully silver and is blessed periodically.

 Keepsakes:

Over the course of years, Alice has been given things that she just cannot part with. As a child, she was given a red leather-bound book that she's filled with her upbringing in the Hunter Society as well as monsters that she's encountered or studied. Along these lines, she was given a Christmas gift being a mug given to her by Kei. Along those lines there's also a necklace she gave him, she having the other side.

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I7iedRR.jpg?profile=RESIZE_710xOne hunt gone wrong changed the entire outcome of Alice's life forever.

Alice and Jason were in Egypt going after some supposed unresting spirits that were beginning to trouble the people. Only when they got there they found out that it was an ancient lost pyramid they were going to, not only that but it was a long since hidden third one that had had been undocumented and undisturbed since the time of the gods that had sunken deep below the Earth's crust. People found it after tunneling and in the process broke a few things. What they broke was important though they did not know that or why the spirits were so angry, as though they wished to get out... or to keep something in. 

Bring in Alice, Jason, a witch named Bobbet, Egyptian brothers Vaabren and Jabari, and the Egyptian soldier Jethro who were to go in and solve the reason for the spiritual disturbances. While they all attempted to clear the dust persae they ended up getting trapped inside and unwillingly forced on the path of the Book of the Dead where they would have to fight for their mortal souls. All the supernatural forces were against them, be it Apep who attempted to kill them, being falsely judged by the goddess Ma'at who threw them down to the Hellish levels of the pyramid to be judged by Anubis himself. 

With one already dead Anubis took Bobbet and Jason and judged their lives. One passed, while Jason died. All along it was a plan by Bastet, the Cat Goddess in order to gain a host; who came in the form of Alice who gave herself up to allow Jason to live again. 

Upon waking up from it, Alice realized her mistake, that her body was no longer her own. It is something that she is still coping with, and not entirely happy with herself about, either. She has noticed some things that have changed about herself. Be it her ability to hear and see better. Her body is far more flexible, and senses peaked. More things unveil themselves, and she might never be happy about it until she learns to accept the Goddess and the gifts that come with her.

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3716982529?profile=RESIZE_710xAt times, the goddess will make herself present, switching to control Alice's body and do as she pleases. Bastet presents herself with a high head and an even higher ego. She fancies formalities and pet names as well as cavity worthy tea and sweets. The tail-tale signs that she is present is the change of Alice's brown eyes to Bastet's blue. Along with her softer voice and loss of the Irish accent. She finds most things amusing and finds the lack of worship of humans to her most infuriating. She adores loud clothing, cats, and being doted on (even if most of it is commanded by her in the first place.) Not entirely lost to the current world from watching the world through her children's eyes, she understands most of it. Technology and most modern things still baffle her and she finds great fun by figuring it out. Curiosity killed the cat after all.

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She's not all heartless, well. She probably is actually.

Affiliations:

  • 3167941126?profile=RESIZE_710xJason (Grasshopper): Oh look, a kitty that she can't kill. (Though she has tried. Twice.) Alice can fully admit that Jason is her best friend. He's been there more than others and taken as many hits as she can throw and he's still around. She trained him to be a Hunter, and it was a hell of a year for them while they did it. He learned several morals and lessons. In the meantime, he was teaching something else to Alice that she thought not possible, the ability and want to care for someone. For him. He's her closest friend, and frankly as of now the only person that holds a personal key to her heart. While She might not accept it right now due to how terrified she is to accept her feelings in the first place, she allows him to stick around. Not that he would willingly want to leave anyway. It's hard to shake the cat. Honestly, Alice doesn't want to.

 

  • Samantha Megra O'Malley 6543078657?profile=RESIZE_584x(Hacket): Alice's younger sister. Taken as a kid by hooded figures, she underwent a traumatic and traumatizing experience and came out a demon. Unaware of her whereabouts and honestly terrified of them, Alice tracks her sister to kill her when the time comes. Strangely enough, there is a hidden truth to why she was taken by demons and why her parents were killed. She refuses to tell Alice outright, but it is another reason why Alice must find her. 

 

  • 4887831469?profile=RESIZE_180x180Agnes (Miss Skellington): The daughter of her best friend, and the killer to Alice's one and only accepted father figure. For the longest time, Alice was angry about it. She took that anger out on Agnes in several ways as far as killing her to torturing her, to locking her in the HSHQ for a year to get her head back right on her shoulders. Alice doesn't like to say that she cares for Agnes. Yet the actions she's done to protect and make Agnes see wrong in the path that she had taken in life. She hopes that Agnes can find a path to be proud of.

  • 497924566?profile=RESIZE_180x180The HSHQ: Alice is ranked in a high spot for her sheer determination as well as knowledge and skill to get the job done without letting feelings get into it. She's a killing machine, and they know that. They love her for her talents but hate for her lack of remorse. She loves them and treats them, and any other hunter with a respect until proven otherwise.

  • rhqTCgs.gif?profile=RESIZE_710xApollo (Q-Tip): Any vampire is bad news. Q-tip here is no better, possibly just better company. If he is a means to an end then so be it, but Alice can't deny that she finds some strange interest in him. Be it he looks like a bloody Q-tip with that bleached head of his or that he challenges her, and well, she challenges him right back. She doesn't need him around but perhaps the fact that they fought together there is some found respect there, but only time can tell how far it will go and how many threads are pulled to unravel the true secret to their past and relationship.

  • 127533021?profile=RESIZE_180x180Neseva (Kid): Alice sees Neseva as a necessary evil. You can't live with her or without her. Alice grew up with Nes and now views her as a good friend and partner after having trained her and in turn graduating her into the line of being a Hunter. Nes is thin and frail but packs a punch in being able to read minds. Alice enjoys her, sometimes, others she wants to rip her head off, but she's one of the closest friends the huntress has and intends to keep her.

  • 3716804611?profile=RESIZE_710xRudolf (Red): Alice was twelve when she met Rudy at the Saint John of God Mental Hospital in Ireland. It was a pleasant meeting of cursing and fighting that raged on until they eventually settled their differences and decided to become friends. From there, the two became inseparable and no one at the asylum would dare try and take them apart either. They were two peas in a pod, one half to another; they'd kill for each other if they had to. One day, when the life of being a foster kid became too much they decided to run away. Sadly, when Alice was at the boat ready to go, Rudy was not. He'd gotten held up and the two ended up becoming separated for the first and last time. At the current moment, it is unknown where he is, but Alice hopes that wherever he is that he is living a better life than they had as tweens.

Page-Divider.png4358185.pngAlice is a clean-freak.
Stylish on her clothing choices, she tends to stay pretty while being deadly.
She's a monster nerd. (Has a big book of supernaturals she writes in to better know them.)
She would love to have a pet cat but with her hunting it's impossible.
She loves midnight swims.
She fears one day she may be put back into the asylum.
She is oddly nice to other hunters until they piss her off.
She's practically asexual. But it's best to say she's demisexual.
Kids freak her out.

She has a photographic memory.

All the songs on her page represent her, her attitude and her all-out thoughts on life.

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Blogs:

Session One

Session Two

Session Three

"Why'd Ya Have To Go?"

[Bonus: Sam POV]

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Click > Rules.
Credits for references go to Supernatural, The Fever Series, and the Bloodline Series. A lot of others might be thrown in but those are the main spots.
Been Roleplaying since 2008; trust me I know what I'm doing.
Alice Danyel O'Malley© is copyrighted. Every personal detail of her has come out of my head, as well as any other characters I decide to bring in.
Alice D. O'Malley is portrayed by Lauren Calaway. I do not own her. But the pictures I edited, credit goes to me.
My go-to voice actress for Alice is Sarah Greene. I do not own her.

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[Updated: June 2nd]

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A case and point to add also is that I have a few other accounts on here as well. I cycle through replies for each account most of the time according to when they were sent. That being said, I work two jobs. I am free to reply at night most days of the week, but fully free Thursday-Sunday, you can expect replies in these timeframes.

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  • He felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. The wondering,  the fretting over whether what he was reaching for was obtainable or not. He’d worried from the night he startled her off with confessions and wondered whether that door slammed shut would open again. Egypt had left him with enough fears for the rest of his lifetime–one that now felt more borrowed than ever… she had given him that, hadn’t she? She was the reason for it. She was the reason he’d had anything go right with his life and it wasn’t just for an occupation. Now, more than feeling it she was admitting it, and it hadn’t taken the threat of her life to do so. 

    “If I was afraid of that, I wouldn’t be here,” His voice was nearly a hum. While those walls of hers were down, his inhibition was none. There was truth to it when enough moments went without any action throughout his life, and what had it cost him? What could it have cost him? He wouldn’t let it be a question from thereon. Not after everything that had come to pass.

    And so his hand reached out. It paused for a half-second when she flinched to the touch before it proceeded. No matter what color it was? He’d always had the desire to do that. Uninterrupted, without breaking fingers. He’d take the present just as readily as any other setting if it meant she let him. The smile on his face sobered a fraction but by no means had disappeared. “It’s not about a prize, Alice… it never has been,” Jason murmured. His gaze went from her eyes to his fingertips once or twice throughout until he leaned into her. 

    His eyes closed comfortably when their lips met without recoil from Alice. His heart took another jump when he felt her hand cradle his neck, tipping his jaw ever so slightly to welcome it. He leaned into the touch and let her pull him in closer, chest to chest with little to no space spared between them. He tightened the grasp he had with her hand and a stroke of his thumb to accompany it. He melted into her touch, up until the point their lips parted, and damn it all, they would have to come up for air eventually.

    As she promised, those tables turned. He felt the grip on his shirt grow taut when her fingers curled around it, eyes half-lidded until the world shifted and he was put onto his back. Even then, there wasn’t aggression any more than there was forcefulness, aside from keeping her word to it. He let himself go down without a fight whether it meant she might get up again or not. To his own inner joy, she didn’t; Jason’s arm had come to rest above his head and it still held hers.

    Her laugh brought a grin to his face when he didn’t get to hear it too often. Not like this, not genuinely. Not without the exhilaration of survival, or maybe at his own expense, but even then it was different now. He echoed the sound when the remark left her lips, a warmhearted chuckle escaping. He didn’t bother to respond once her grasp tightened and drew him in, their lips meeting hastily just as his head met the forest floor afterward, not that he’d bother to recognize it. His free hand rose up, fingertips tracing along the nape of her neck.

  • He had one move. One chance, where, if he slipped up now that would be it. Or so he’d thought; he’d always had that assumption with her no matter if it was true or not. How many times had he been proved wrong? She was still putting up with him, she was still at his side through all the hell. His past hesitations didn’t matter now, he wouldn’t be the one to come out surprised. One final shove, one last maneuver and he had the upper hand to the situation that might turn her world upside down, and put him back on top of his own.

    Then came the last sound of velcro ripping to bring satisfaction to his ears. The sparring stopped almost on command when the flag released and dropped to the ground. He knew she had been counting.

    For the next several seconds those blues stared down at her. He was still as a statue other than his chest rising and falling, unmoving as if his mind was wary of his own counting. What more? The way she was looking up at him, with an expression far too smooth to be the Irishwoman that he had just one-upped. His fingers were still woven into hers, although not as tight as before. His free hand that had ripped the flag free now rested beside her shoulder to stay propped up precariously as he was.

    He hadn’t spoken. 

    Why? He was waiting for the banter, the remark, something. When he expected it to come and it didn’t; something faltered in that head of his. Jason still hadn’t moved. If she threw him over at this point, then to hell with it, but the aggression of the match had slipped away from his own face as he studied those deep brown hues that were strangely calm. She wasn’t fighting him. As much as he’d wanted it all along, it set his thoughts back for a moment to think it might be true. 

    She looked away and he averted his own gaze, but only for a second. His fingers loosened until they weren’t pinning hers, intertwined comfortably. The only urgency in mind was the drumming in his chest from exertion, but, maybe there was more to it.

    Jason raised a brow for a fraction of a second when she smiled. Some of the uncertainty melted from his expression and he exhaled a huff when she laughed. A smile spread across his lips, and pride was not amiss in it. “...I told you I would,” His tone was a little above a whisper, teasing no matter how surprised he was himself. With what she said next, his eyes did a sweep of their posture against one another before those piercing blues wouldn’t leave her alone. “You know it isn’t a bad view either,” He added shamelessly. The hand over her shoulder moved slowly to brush a lock of silver from her temple. A glance was cast toward her lips now and again. “...You know I wouldn’t mind.” Jason hummed, and at some point or another, he had drawn closer. There was that look he gave her, the one that had set her on the defensive so many times, but he couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t. The remaining space between them was closed and his lips met hers tenderly. No forcefulness, no hesitation.

  • For someone who’s training had been entirely situational up until the Hunter Society, Jason was up and alert on his feet, eyes flickering from her movements to the flags on occasion but they wouldn’t settle there for too long. His form could perpetually use work, but there was a time for that when he had some hunts under his belt. With each grab attempt, his fingertips latched onto open air. Likewise, he’d hold off her strikes as they came and went, saving himself for the time being but there was sure to be another to follow. He had to keep up with movements that were fluid, reactions that were timed well before like they came to light for the demon to deal with.

    There was equal parts patience to the matter, waiting for the right moment if she’d ever give him one, but he was well used to that game, wasn’t he? Finally, there was a break where his strength won out over her balance and they were both cast toward the ground with the motion. Where quick reactions mattered, he’d bring another rip of velcro off her uniform leaving them at the three-to-five odds. Blue hues stared her down from above while he flicked the flags aside, lips parted as a sign of tiredness he wouldn’t be owning up to anytime soon. It was short-lived where that training of her own would pay off and he wouldn’t have his upper advantage for long.

    Without time to have something witty to add, her legs had wrapped around with a surprising amount of force meant to throw him over. With reluctance he felt his balance shift, an arm searching for support but it found something entirely different. His shoulders met the forest floor with enough force to keep him there whether he had anything to say of it or not. The arm drawn up to his chin did no better in assisting. Jason was straining to pull it away until it wouldn't prevent the rip of two flags from his left, which left him counting in a frenzy. He gave it up in time to snatch the wrist of her free hand that was drawing closer to his right shoulder. In a blink, the grasp of his other hand tightened the grip on her fingers.

    With a grunt, he rolled his shoulders and gave the hand interlaced with hers a good shove off to her side. A leg came up to assist with it, doing what he was able to topple the stance that had precariously gotten her two flags–he wouldn’t be laying down for the rest. Jason followed through with the action until she’d see his face overhead with the branches of the trees above in the backdrop. The hand he still held firmly was pinned to the forest floor beside her head, the other releasing her wrist to go for the remaining three, tearing them free from where they were fastened. 

  • “It can happen, could happen... who the hell knows, but I’m not goin’ anywhere and I’m not goin’ easy. If it was a deal-breaker then I would’ve walked out of this place a long time ago.” Whether it was a hunt or for the sport he’d take his chances on either occasion. He wasn’t up for losing as he used to before the HS. He’d switched his fear to mindfulness in that time. He wasn't letting her turn around and walk off from him easily either. His head cocked to the analogy, quirking a brow as he watched her. “Let’s hear that singing then, I’m ready when you are!”

    Almost ready. Speaking of losing and mindfulness altogether, he’d let the first go far too quickly. One life down, one chance taken. There was no wondering why the Headquarters spent the space and money on the course when that’s all it boiled down to–and to be lucky it was a game at all. Each mark of paint was either fatal or not, and that was that. Yet, here they were playing the demon’s game of second chances down to where it’d be the last Hunter still flashing color. 

    No matter, he’d take his own crack at it and be damned if he wouldn’t snatch the rest off while he’d have the chance. He knew she'd only be giving so many before it wasn't a game any longer. The result was one-part luck and another part a stretch, by the time his fingertips had snatched the purple flag off and sent it flying no different than she had his first. 

    He took the two seconds of success before the Huntress flexed to be upon her feet again and striding forward at a run. Jason moved to swing an arm out to parry or decide his own offensive move in retaliation up until he was too late, and she had ducked under his arm. Jason moved to similar in defense, to no avail, once he felt the impact of her foot kicking out his in a swift motion. It sent his balance forward precariously as a result, forcing his arms in front of him with what time allowed, falling nearly into a pushup position last-minute with his nose practically to the ground. He felt the velcro rip on the way down only to have a few harsh words enter his head. His arms rose as prompt as he could figure out what went wrong. His legs slid back underneath him and he turned, the sight of her rising back to her feet seen behind him. 

    He moved quicker this time around. With a round of defense that sent them both moving to try and find a hold on their next strike, Jason was the first to lash out, only to have his arm grabbed or blocked. His second reach would likely be met by being caught, but it wouldn’t go without a reaction. With one sudden jerk, he had bent his knees and lowered, checking his balance. With a swing his torso twisted to send her balance off to one side, pushing it past the point where her feet would be stable where they had planted themselves. As the two took a tumble to the forest floor he reached out midst it, ripping the velcro of yet another set of flags and letting a series of colors scatter on the ground. -Five.

  • “I’ve got all the time in the world Alice, you know that… You know you aren’t too different yourself now,” Jason pointed out directly. His eyes flickered from her footsteps to those brown hues across the way, moving accordingly just as she would, but his senses were on low alert compared to if it were the other contenders. She was right when she could have taken them at any given time. The field had been cleared off quickly enough that they had time for a final bout before anyone went hunting. Hell knew, why not make it interesting?

    “I don’t know… a grenade pin countdown’s a helluva way to fall asleep, I can tell you that.” Those were old pains to the grand scheme of things, one he hadn’t expected to forget at the time, but time had done tricky things for either of them. So maybe she wasn’t a liar by those standards, but unpredictable was close. Being given time to formulate his own plan was twice as dangerous knowing she was doing the same. 

    “It’s like I said some time ago,” Jason called back across the way to her, an air of confidence in his tone that could’ve been truth or simply feeding off hers. Who knew. “The rain’s gotta stop one day, might as well be now.” Her next comment came around to blindside him, re-playing those words in his head to figure out just how they’d come out of the Huntress’ mouth. His head tilted to one side a matter of a few degrees and the demon flashed a wicked grin. “Is that a warning or a suggestion?” He challenged back just as quick, quirking a brow as he waited for the answer that probably wouldn’t come. Careful. The last time he’d tossed banter at her like that had been years back in itself she’d had a hard enough swing to cease it. As he watched her, he did an inventory check. Eight flags, one shot. Could he hold out for that and come out alright? For the sake of whatever prize he had brewing in his head, he’d be gunning for it. He wouldn’t mind the looks on the others’ faces as he walked out with flying colors on his shoulder.

    He had to act, first. With little hesitation, Jason threw himself toward the task, reaching out while his free hand was attentive for either defense or a grapple; better yet to snatch a strip of fabric from her shoulder at the slightest chance. As he took the charge forward he felt her fall out of his range at a rate he hadn’t expected, flexing back to avoid fingertips that now knew they could be in trouble. He maneuvered to dig his heels in and pull back but the momentum was enough to prevent it. The other arm was parried all the same and he felt the twist of the appendage that made him grit his teeth and switch from offensive to survival in one swoop. A hiss under his breath might be heard when his joints betrayed him next and his knees buckled. 

    He bristled when he felt her draw near from over his shoulder and froze when her lips touched his skin. A swift glance went over his shoulder only to see a mix of color still there… one? So that was how they were playing? So be it. 

    “I’ll let you have it for a price,” The next moment he got to his feet as if to put distance between them, but promptly turned around.  He took two long strides forward after a moment and lashed out again. His shoulders turned last minute to move the bulk of his flags on the one bicep further away from her. As his hand grasped for her arm. Whether it was caught by her or not, Jason’s weight shifted onto the ball of his foot, while the other stuck behind her heel, hoping to send her balance backward and for the worst. As he did, fingertips reached out and snagged the edge of a bright pink flag with enough security to tear it off the velcro. “One!”

  • Jason didn’t need to respond; once he had the bundle of flags he’d done enough to be leaving with a grin, if only it could be seen. It might be sensed by the way he gave them a toss in his palm before connecting them to his uniform. Away the younger man stalked, and off the demon went to turn tail and- ah shit. The applause to his last encounter was heard and he all but froze in his tracks. Deciphering what direction it had come from was another story; he pressed closer to one of the trees off to his side, the rifle gripped once more.

    She could have shot you already, he thought it like her to. One bullet and done and done when the chance would come, but the game would have been short by those predictions. His ears quivered as he tried to make sense of just where she was… the sooner he’d figured out the better. Cats liked to play with their kill, now didn’t they? This was a trial rather than a hunt anyway; anything goes and no lives were at stake, only pride and a few welts if one wasn’t so lucky.

    “You’re not giving me much credit there, are’ya O’Malley? Its good to see you missed me,” He jested in that raspy tone of his, not yet bothering to let that guard down. Under it, for some reason or another, he was grinning. His vision was on her hands where they kept a grasp on the firearms, up until they lowered. An ear turned sideways in response. For each step she took closer he’d take another off to the side, not quite backing up directly so long as he could help it. “I’m curious of what sensible means to you,” He left it on a cliffhanger, buying himself a second or so to suppress the curse, flecks of paint falling just as the facade would. “-Let’s hear it, then,” Jason’s voice returned as its normal smoothed tone. Sharp blues stared her down from across the gap, studying her with a glint of mischief to be had, his steps careful as ever. The rifle was still held but his finger had taken the pressure off the trigger.

    By some strange turn of events, the man’s grin grew a bit wider. The whites of his teeth showed for a brief moment as he stifled a laugh. “I can’t say that I believe you...”  Part of him must have believed her, as he let his eyes fell to the forest floor for a moment and then back up again. He waited out for her proposal, pulling his hands away from his rifle slowly likewise. His eyes never left her after that. “Alright, but I’ll hold you to it. No rainchecks.” Of course, he already had an idea of two, but it didn’t matter if he didn’t snatch the flags first. Then there was the look she gave him; it had a way of throwing all they had been through in the past couple weeks into the background, and goddamn, the paintball game itself while he was at it. 

    “Eye for an eye,” With a spark in his own expression and a quick quirk of his brow, Jason strode forward without another moment’s hesitation, looking to close the gap. Who’d won their last sparring match? It didn’t matter now, he wouldn’t be hunted any further in the match. When Jason was within an arm’s reach he took a charge forward, fingertips reaching for her flagged shoulder to grasp ahold. The other arm up and ready for a counter.

  • Whether it was the adrenaline or impatience, it seemed he had been too hasty. His best shot was taken at the angle he had given himself, one he thought left enough time to duck and cover in the case that he was wrong… maybe he had misidentified just who it was on the other end. With the second shot of air that caught him by surprise, he felt the sting of the paint as it struck him, leaving a decent sized splatter over the top of his right thigh. “Hit!,” Kei hollered out in that raspy (now exasperated) tone, just local enough that she might hear. Damnit. Had he missed a blind spot or was it luck? One flag down, but hollow sockets dialed in on Saya’s face behind the mask as she approached. A huff left his chest, taking some of his irritation with it. By the time she reached him the flag was pulled off and handed over to her. “None at all, just don’t let me go seein’ you again,” Kei mused in response, giving a salute similarly. Just as she turned away, he was on his way to the wall just as quick as he could find it.

    It was a long wait on the wall for what it was worth, one he hadn’t experienced with the first round but he was doing so impatiently now. When the time ran up he took his hand from the wall and dispersed from it quickly, mindful of his steps as he headed off in the opposite direction that he had come from. To any that were around to hear the first few flags lost, they might have done the same. Saya’s loss wouldn’t be heard on the field, much to Alice’s benefit, and to the worry of anyone else that was feeling things were too quiet.

    Well, it wasn’t too quiet after all. He hadn’t seen either of the boys since the beginning of the round when first blood was called. As skilled as they were, they were still the haphazard two on the field compared to the focus of Saya and Bruno, as well as Alice being… Alice. Where did that put Jason in the mix? A flag or two heavier by the time he’d come across Gabe. He tailed him for a few tedious minutes and lined up a shot; he was playing a long-range game for the sake of survival whether it was outside his element or not. He waited for the confirmation before he crept out of his hiding, snatching the flags he carried with another salute and he was off and back into the brush once again with more momentum behind him.

    That momentum had a way of shifting. The game was moving quickly and the sounds of rifles firing were getting fewer and further between as they each approached it with more care. How many lives were out there yet? They’d never know for sure. There was a rustling of brush nearby, causing his ears to quiver when he knew it was far too close for comfort. Fuck. He had heard the shot, but not in time to even turn. Kei froze for a moment before begrudgingly turning around to see who it was. The realization came across on his face whether it had an expression to share or not, his posture stiff. Hollow sockets burned holes through the other male for what it was worth. In the end, he pulled the flag off and waited for Bruno to walk before he handed it over. “Don’t even worry about it kid,” He muttered, cocking his head to one side. “Just watch your head.” With his ending words, he was off to the wall once more with haste, keeping an ear out for where Bruno was headed. He intended on keeping that promise so long as it was a possibility. 

    While he was tethered to the wall he heard the sounds of what he imagined to be Bruno and Alice… Saya? Were the boys still in or was that done and over? He paid attention to the clock ticking down as well as whatever sounds he could catch, trying to make sense of it. Then he was off. It was quiet. He hadn’t heard from Alice nor had a flag from her been seen between on any of the uniforms he had come across yet. It was suspicious, but he wouldn’t have to stretch for reasons why… Focus, he reminded as he ducked back behind a tree that seemed wide enough, crouching to get a read on the field. With no wind on the interior course, every sound was a concern and possibly something worth shooting at… like the rustling off to his left shoulder. With a little patience, his hearing could catch anything if he knew what he was looking for. He’d neglected it the last time he let the kid get him on his blind side, but not now. Kei swapped out for the pistol he carried and started moving, mindful of the surroundings until he heard a shot fire, throwing himself back behind the tree closest as he watched the splattering of paint strike a spot right behind where he had been. Before he could think, he turned toward the source, held the pistol up, and promptly fired a couple of shots. Whether it was to take another shot to finish the job, or to snatch the flags up from his victim, he started to creep forward with the gun still raised.

    It was a hit. The demon could sense Bruno's frustration the closer he got to the kid, the flags held up begrudgingly where they were more likely to be tossed at him than handed over. "Better luck next round, kid." Nonetheless, he snatched whatever Bruno had and clipped them on his uniform. Maybe he'd been lucky, but it didn't matter when all was fair in love and war, did it? "-And Bruno? Happy birthday." Afterward he turned and started moving. Present for'ya. He had a sneaking suspicion the grounds were quiet by now and judging by the colors that now hung from his own uniform, he was bound to run into her sooner if not later if he didn't get moving.

  • sorry for the wait, the past three weeks have been off and on, hit and miss!

    Niles loved his place. Egypt had been his home, ever since he was a child. Whenever he traveled overseas, he always was rather intrigued by other cultures, however, none could compare to his own culture in his eyes. It would be outrageous for Niles to think anyone wouldn't want to come to his beloved dwelling place. Who wouldn't fall in love with the Nile's tides? Who didn't love the sand, the plants, the wildlife, the myth, all of it, behind Egypt?

    That's partially why he didn't mind the tourist - who watched him from the safety of their boat, watched him lay on his front doorstep, basking in the sun. He knew they were falling in love with what he had fallen in love with. Niles felt admired in fact, by the gazes of outsiders wandering over his home or himself. His ego was stroked when these boats came around. They served as reminders of sorts. How long had he been around? So long. Yet, even in this modern-day and age, even in the form of a human, he was a creature of pride. He loved when they took photos of his private home, stared in awe of the powerful river, and talked amongst themselves about glorious Egypt.

    Everyone was afraid of being forgotten, but not Niles. No, he knew he would be remembered. That was the best thing about being a God. He was the best. He was the strongest. His presence was to be admired. Niles was to be feared like a legend. That is why it bothered him the most when he wasn't feared.

    So when he looked at the boat that was going down the Nile river and spotted among adoring faces one that seemed so distracted with worry that it didn't notice him, he was bothered. That bothersome feeling only grew when he detected a similar spirit to his own on that boat. Worry was accompanied by proper curiosity, and he sat upon his porch, debating to himself. What were the risks?

    Logically, this entity was akin to him, and thus of equal power. It, whatever it was, wasn't hostile, and clearly, wasn't provoking him. It wasn't an immediate threat, and it didn't take a Sherlock or Einstein to figure that out. (Despite that fact, Niles was a bit slow to think of that point.) However, it was very present. He started to rationalize reasons to investigate. The entity's presence was a threat to his own just on the basis that it was like his own and could strike if it wanted to. Lack of knowledge is very dangerous too. Not that he was scared of danger, no, never Niles. He viewed himself as brave and too strong to be shaken up by anything or anyone.

    "Son of a piss baby," he murmured to himself, confirming what he had to do inside of his head in a thick Arabian accent. Niles would be quick to get up and head towards the bushes of his home, out of sight of tourists or neighbors alike, stripping pretty naked. Alcohol rolled in his system from last night, but he ignored it the best he could. His stomach growled in defiance at him, but he turned a blind eye to his body's needs and stretched.

    A scar in the shape of a crescent moon glowed dimly as his body started to change. Green scales protruded out of his dark skin, lining his legs and every joint. The scaley texture continued on his collar bones and certain divets in muscles all over his body, acting as a soft armor. Along his spine was a ridge of scales which pointed outwards, Niles felt nails grew hard and sharp, and his teeth as well, becoming too large for him to close his mouth fully, flashing some sort of fang at all time. Webbing was in between both fingers and toes. A shendyt magically appeared, covering his groin, embroidered with blue gemstones and gold. Niles started to grow in height as well, about seven feet from head to toe.

    A groan of pain left his lips as the transformation started to finish.

    He walked towards the water on all fours, blending in with his surroundings, unseen to most. He slipped into the river water, the temperature and current not bothering him, and started to chase the boat. The further downstream he got, the more and more crocodiles would join the chase, coming down from the banks and into the Nile. The bask of crocodiles would bang on the side of the boat, shaking it more and more.

    The tourists on board started to murmur in worry, but the guide was quick to try and dismiss the stress of tourists. Niles ducked under the boat finally, before bumping from the underside sharply, causing the boat to jut upwards. People on the deck lost their balance, falling over in frightened screams.

    Niles fell back a bit, before a command left his lips from under the rapid water. Crocodiles knew his command, and suddenly, they too were leaping upwards, trying to get on the deck of the boat. Niles took advantage of the chaos, and quickly got onboard, a mist of sorts following him. Nearby people ran from him, pushing to get away. His voice boomed.

    "Who can challenge me in a friendly match? I've been bored."

  • Three lives and done… hell, he lived a game like that once upon a time and yet somehow, he felt more focused on the notion now than he ever had been before. Now three was more than enough, but that left twelve to knock out before his own were gone. This time around he simply gave a nod to the conditions when it was clear enough. Saya, fired up from her last round, seemed to speak for all when no one was about to back out regardless. And they were off.

    Jason turned his back to the lot just as they were likely to be doing the same, making one last note on where people were. He let the curse take over A wayward glance went to Bruno when he felt the boy’s gaze; he wouldn’t mind getting a touch of light blue from one of those flags on his arm. Finally, he turned his back fully and went. The forested terrain swallowed him again, taking to a steady jog, aiming his sights on the corner opposite to his last round. He followed the sounds of the trees moving up until it was harder to discern, slowing his pace to a walk until he would find a place to settle in.

    For a brief while, there was silence. Had he gone out far enough? Who knew. Someone could be squatting close enough, or he’d find them all soon enough. It was just as much about hunting as it was survival. Once the horn went off for the round to begin, he started moving at his own slow and steady pace, stopping to listen on occasion. He didn’t have to listen hard for the sound of a gun going off and the exclamations that came from somewhere off in the distance.

    First blood came quick enough when there were no strategies in play. Everyone was either squatting or going all out; there wouldn’t be anyone looking over their shoulders regardless. And so, he chose to hunt. Kei’s footsteps were slowed, keeping himself low between the trees and watching that damn canopy up above on occasion. Where it had quieted after the first kill on the field, soon enough he heard movement. 

    Ducking behind a tree he flicked the safety off his rifle, looking through the scope. The demon’s ears quivered momentarily as he tried to catch a pattern through the brush up ahead… the scope showed a patch of camo. Without another moment’s hesitation, he took the shot, waiting to hear a sound before he crept closer, keeping low within the trees.

  • A wayward glance went across when Alice muttered out into thin air, leaving the man to wonder what was going on up there. He had an ounce more context than anyone else standing in earshot but bit his tongue on the matter. What role was the diety playing, ever since? He thought back to their visit to the underground with Pam where Bast had put an expression on the woman’s face he’d never seen before. If she wanted him to know what was going on in that head of hers then maybe she’d tell him, maybe not. Now wasn’t quite the time. 

    With the next challenge planned out between them all, the thought slipped from his mind just as soon as it would for the others, worried over their fate on the paintball field with the veteran Huntress that seemed a little to keen on an every-person-for-themself basis. As for Jason? So be it. He listened as Bruno made his attempt to stick with the woman in the last way he could for the next round, hiding a smile when he sure as hell knew what the answer was before she gave it.

    When Saya went for a change in color it left Jason to stay with the bright orange that he had. The matching flags were taken and wrapped around his arm likewise to the others, surveying what colors were chosen with a brief glance around.

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