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((Ok cool...There is a big storm coming with tornado warnings everywhere around me if I don't reply it's cause the trees got knocked down and I'm probably in my bedroom in the basement.))

Ash had Max drop him off at the motel he had no choice but to stay in. Given his house was burned to the ground by hunters before he was arranged to arrive in the states again. Ash had changed into some clothes and had planned meeting his latest friend he had made in town. Their encounter was rather interesting. When the hunters burned down his house Florence believed he hadn't been in there. his arrival was delayed and once he found his home in ashes Florence found him. It didn't take long after attacking him that she realized he had no abilities at all. He was simply a human just as she was. Their encounter was further elaborated as he knew he was a Witch and he was centuries old. However, Florence did not see him as a threat. At first she remained close to keep a close eye on him to make sure he wasn't lying. So he figured that was simple precaution. It didn't take long after that Ash came to more fully befriend the Hunter. Unfortunately, their friendship will always be in secret. He hated the thought that she killed Witches, but he understood. Upon entering the club he came to find her rather quickly. Walking up to the bar he ordered a water and sat next to her. "With the attack my friends experienced last night I was beginning to wonder if I would come to find you here at all, Florence." He siad with hsi charming smirk. "I am glad you did show up...I have importance to discuss."

((Is she aware of Ash being a Witch or no?))

((Have you decided about Kali? If not I'm writing Salem out. So you won't have to make hard choices.))

Artemus poured a small bit of the green powder into his palm and jsut a small drop of the white liquid. The powder took to it rather well as one dropped turned it all into a very thick mush with the sweet aroma of roses and ginger. "Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to." Artemus said rather coldly to her as he held her shirt up with his bad hand and rubbed the mush on her large burn marks on her side. "This will heal you rather quickly, Familiars and Sleepwalkers take to it a bit better than mortals." He said plainly as he rubbed it on and then blew on it. It seemed rather instant as the mixture solidified into a rock-like substance on Variel. Artemus then started at the top and pulled away on the substance as it crumbled form her quickly leaving a faint greenish tint to the burn scars. "It will keep it cool and heal it in an hour. Don't worry about getting it wet. It evaporates on its own." Artemus assured his sister. Then the white liquid he turned up to his mouth and just a tiny drop was allowed to fall before he corked it back. He pulled out a crimson liquid and did the same with it. Artemus leaned back against the bike as he pulled off the bandaging and homemade cast. His muscles could be heard sewing back together and as he moved his fingers into a fist bones cracked and popped until at last his disfigured hand and wrist seemed quiet normal and without scars.
Finally, he accepted his sisters questions as she was jsut as persistent as he was. He sighed pulled his biker gloves back on over his hands. "Before when I was first starting training for my society of hunters I did as all have done. I learned to kill. I learned weaknesses and points of vulnerability. Once that had been learned I had been given a purpose to kill. It was a kill or be killed world. I had no choice once I set my mind to joining fully. My society has a small number of scientist and alchemist at it's disposal. Every Coven that has been exterminated one was always kept alive or even two given their natural abilities and qualities in the craft. We learned through trial and error everything we could. Those Witches were the weak ones who offered their secrets in return for their lives. Naturally, as Hunters we were obligated to kill them, but some proved more useful than others. I know more about Witches than what these small community Yankee hunters do because we have resources that will do anything to remain alive. We have mole Witches everywhere. Some do not even realize that they are our moles. We have potion and alchemy at our disposal. We have a Seer at our disposal...a very old Seer who is powerful enough to control her visions to any extent. I know more about Witches than what most Witches know. Unfortunately, few Witches know of the many curses that can be inflicted upon mortals. Every Elder we have captured has fought to the death or killed themselves to maintain what is left of their secrets. Perhaps that is the reason I kept Aurelia alive. She could prove useful as an Elder. We keep tabs on the Coven Witches we seek to invade. On most occasions they send an army...on this occasion they sent me. The msot powerful Coven known will face one man and death will come to everyone of them on my list. Every soul is worth a different price. I have trained for a personal mission like this for years. I'm not about to let it be halted now by your Witch, Damien Devereux. We play dirty and I'm the dirties out there. No one can challenge me, sis...and no one will." He paused for a moment not giving away too much information on his plans for the Grievance Ridge Coven. "As for Damien, you are ignorant for being so close to that thing. He is a ticking time bomb and once he realizes that darkness is all that is left in place of his soul he will be an unstoppable force that not even love can stop. I never thought it was true until intelligence sent me information. He is a Wraith and the Devil acts aloud. We have little records on mortals made into Familiars or Sleepwalkers, but the information I will be receiving will perhaps save hundreds becuase your Coven is already under attack. These yanks are on their way to cleanse the entire town of it's Witches. Their information is not as detailed as our own, but they hold organization such organization is a branch of the government here. Their intellect is not nearly as great as our own, but they have enough information on what cna weaken and kill you and the Witches. A raid will destroy the peace of this small town tonight. When the Witch Covens who have gathered will pay respects to their provider of power on the the Summer Solstice. Pity, because so many young witches will be graduating this week and they will die before such a time comes." Artemus had no heart anymore, but for his sister and Aurelia apparently. He was darkened by what he had become, not to mention what Witches have turned him into. He was afraid of what he has become and was fearful of what eh could do to those he did care about.

((sounds good you first please and thank you :)

((Kaley where to for Ash? KT would you like to rp with any of my other guys? Also KT have you decided about Kali?))

Artemus pulled to a small gravel spot on a rock face overlooking the water. He killed the motor and kicked out the stand. He moved his leg over the bike to get off before leaning against it. Artemus smirked slightly as he watched Variel move toward the water. He had to admit he did miss their childhood days, he also had to admit that he was now an adult and his career choice did not call for such nonsense. He instead rolled his eyes keeping his smirk as he unshouldered the backpack. As Mikah shifted through it he pulled out two vials. One held a green substance inside ground into a fine powder while the other was white liquid. "Get your arse over here so I can play doctor as always." He said holding the vials up. "Come on now, no time to get those wounds in salt water unless you really want to experience pain. I haven't got all day." He said a bit amused sounding like he was talking to a child. His older twin sister to him was mroe fo achild than he was and always has been. She needed to be taken care of and he always had to be the one to do it. He had to be in control at all times no matter how loose he let himself get he still had to be in control.

((Silvermoon beach for Vari and Artemus, You need to decide if Salem and Kali will continue or Kali in her other rp now or I'm simply removing Salem from that rp part. You can skip for Ash and Max if you like. Ash will be meeting up with one of Kaley's other character's who is a hunter.))

Artemus smirked looking abck at his sister over hsi shoulder, "Hold on." He said before popping into afull wheelie and spinning around entirely. The front wheel touched ground again and he took off. He drove past Aurelia with ahonk and floored it. It was hard to drive with a hurt wrist, but he seemed to be managing well enough. Artemus drove Vari toward the beach. He missed trips to Greece as children sitting on the beach and playing near the water. With geography out of the way being in the states made him think of those times. He still had his backpack with him and was happy for it as it held more than enough provisions for him to stay in the states at least a year...long enough to kill some Witches and see is sister.

Ash nodded, "Thank you, I would appreciate a ride to my motel I'm staying in. I really do need to visit someone to get a bit of information on the attack that took place last ngiht. Kali and Salem are good persons and I would hate to see anything happen to them simply becuase Iknow both of their hearts are good. I want to know what provoked them. The hunters only attack if provoked. I ahve seen what they can do and they have always held reason behind each attack. Something is stirring and I do not have the mind to know jsut what it is that makes Hunters stir." Ash said plainly looking forward the entire time as he spoke. He as in deep thought, obviously. he was rather concerned and what bothered him most was that the small isolated attack may not hav ebeen as isolated as it is thoguht to be. Even worse, Hunters may be ignorant, but they were resourceful and that meant with more Witches in town for the Summer Solstice more hunters would follow. He had to know their strategy so perhaps he could stop sucha thing from happening.

((np...I've been busy with work a lot lately. New job and everything and the hours are too great. I get nine hours a day with two days off))

Alex raised and eyebrow truly considering the thought of going for another round with Stephanie, but as strong as he seemed during sex his body still needed time to heal more fully internally. A lot of muscle mass was lost after the attack. Stephanie saved his life and he my be as immortal as a Sleepwalker, but that didn't prevent injury from occurring. "Steph, as tempting as that sounds and I have to do whatever it is that you want I'd rather get some energy going first. I am still weak and the sex we just had was amazingly exhausting...and jsut plain great." He smiled chamringly. "Let's get something to eat first." He siad with a charming smile. He knew how to get people in bed jsut as well as he knew how to let them down gently, with Stephani he didn't want either. Just being around her made him want to only be in close naked quarters with her, but he had to think about hsi well being first, not to mention he was a bit skittish after his experience that same morning.

((Hello?))

Artemus winced slightly as Max started to set his wrist and make a homemade cast for it. He didn't dare thank the Sleepwalker. He examined it for faults and there were none as much pain as there was in the wrist it was set perfectly and he could probably go without a cast using this as a temporary brace until he got to his own supplies. He gave a nod to Ash and Ash followed him outside. Artemus paced himself moving back to his sister and his bike. "Are you ready?" He asked kindly as he pulled on his gloves careful to not dare touch his sister in fear he could seduce her int he most deadly of forms. He climbed onto his bike and started the motor up. He smirked for a moment examing his wrist still. It was set so well the pain felt more like asimple ramp at this point. He would have to heal the bones himself by Hunter means. "I need to pick up my supplies, Vari, then I can take you wherever you want to go." He said sort of secretly loving the thought of having his sister back for the msot part.

Ash climbed into the passenger seat of the suv they jacked fromthe hunters and felt abit off. He may be getting his pwoers back, but what was the Rite of Soul Passage? That wasn't half as important to him as it should have been as he was quiet aware of what Damien could be plotting, but it didn't truly strike himas a concern if he gained his abilities as promised for the exchange.

((I won't be on til later gang I have to work a short nine hour shift.))

Artemus glared up at Max as he stayed leaned down with Aurelia, "First off, call me Artemus. Only Variel can call me Mikah these days. As far as what I have that for is because I am a hunter. Sorry officer Max if this is in your jurisdiction, but you have no proof as far as what I may have done. A Witches death is nothing to me. However, this particular Witch has grown on me. I don't want to be the one who ends the life of such a pretty face. Seems coming tot he states ahs driven away all of my morals and code of conduct." He looked to Aurelia..."As appreciative as I would be for the quick fix...I saved your life and you helped me be mortal twice. I don't want anymore magic tainting my body otherwise by the code I should already be dead. I cna visit a hospital...but thanks charmer." Artemus pulled his ahnd back from Aurelia. He would have let her had he been a regualr mortal again and not a Witch Hunter. Heck if he was still regualr he would have let her do it even as ahunter then he would ahve killed her, but seeing Aurelia then finding out what hsi sister was he couldn't explain his unnatural kindness towards them.

Ash walke doff form Damien who was not about to confront Variel and instead closed the door behind Ash and walked upstairs. "I want silence! Leave my house and do not bother with unexpected visits again. I will handle any hunters and Wraith's who decide to visit myself." He said rather coldly ebfor emaking his way up to his bedroom.
Ash stepped out passing Max, Aurelia, and Artemus. "Max...I can give you a ride to your home if you desire me to do so." He offered kindly as she was the one who drove here, but he figured she earned some rest. He looked at Artemus, "Sorry about the hand."

((np I gtg after this last post))

((lol))

((Kaley, if you want after Ash is finished up here you can rp your hunter with him...he is her friend and all they should be in touch in secret haha.))

Artemus frowned...Partly because of the pain he was currently experiencing and partly because of the fact that according to the RPHL code of law she was to be disconnected from all family members and should any relative or himself become cursed in any way by Witches he was to commit suicide or kill them without mercy. He could not share this information with his sister because their laws were far more strict than that of ordinary Witch hunters who were nomadic. His group held organization and funding for such organization. Artemus was denying what he was trained for and what he took oath for. Funny thing about artemus he may be manipulative, but when he made promise he went through with it. An oath was simply an even more binding promise with a blood contract. He devoted hismelf to the cause of the Royal Purity Hunter League and devoted himself to his work. The only part of the oath that he ahd ever broken was taking his own life. He felt he could use it to his advantage against Witches and their mortal followers. Now he was being challenged again. It was rather hard enough for him to make the choice to keep himself alive, but now another's life was on the line which seemed easier had it not been his twin sister. He took a deep breath a sighed, "Yes, you may come along, just let me check on Aurelia, first." He said hoping off of the bike with the handkerchief wrapper around his bloody knuckles and holding his wrist. He took out a vial of a strange liquid with a strange leafy substance soaking in it. He looked to Max, "This will help keep her awake...It won't do any damage." He siad showing the vial to her. He leaned down with his good hand and opened the vial making small circles under the Witches nose. "It stirs adrenaline especially in Witches it is like taking crack without the addiction. A simple scent keeps you alert and aware. It's what my organization uses to keep it's hunters on top of their game." He said with a nod feeling very assured that Aurelia was alright. He waited for her to get up knowing it has a minute to take effect and once it does it can even restore a Witches strength. For mortals it makes them better for witches it keeps their energy levels high and renews energy wasted on powerful magic or straining magic.

Ash was thankful for Max to step in between Damien and Ash. Damien simply gave both the Sleepwalker and powerless Witch a look of suspicion. "Fine, you want my help you have to grant me with the Rite of Soul Passage. Giving power is straining and time consuming. You want the power that has been long bound by your mother's magic even after her death then you will have to grant me the power to do it. As you cna tell I ahve a lot of work to do on family and I need to keep in mind that nothing happens to my family. I want your soul to ensure that and you cna have your powers as the true Witch that you are."
Ash didn't hesitate, "Absolutely, wait, how can you tell that I truly am a Witch and the spelled iron isn't simply for protection against Wraith's?" Damien smirked, "You can taste the power in the air around you. There is more than your mother's magic hidden inside and it has been scraping at hte edges of your soul for a very long time. You are filled with ancient magic and if you weren't given immortality it could have very well destroyed you. Blood magic is tricky to undo, but I'm rather gifted in such an art." He smiled something that showed pure evil as a flame burned brightly in hsi eyes. He could save Variel and even as she was mad at him and hurt by him he was in no condition to apologize without risking another out burst. He wanted her to have time to coo down even if that emant being around a hunter who he new would betray her one day.
Ash shook Damien's hand with a very appreciative smile, "Thank you, Damien Devereux. I cannot express my gratitude enough." Well, Ash could think fo a few ways to show his gratitude, but Damien was as the majority of males, heterosexual. It was obvious being that good looking and that attractive.

Alex looked to the corner of his eyes a bit too enthusiastically. "I don't know. Maybe we go for a jog to the beach? At least on foot we know that no bombs can be set on the vehicle while we are gone. Or we can go spelunking...That's always fun." He suggested with a charming smile. "I am naturally up for whatever you are in the mood for. I prefer what you prefer. It comes with the whole soul bonding thing. you know the first time we had sex?" He asked sarcastic and rhetorically. His abdomen flexed as he breathed softly. "I'm really up for whatever, Steph."

Alex moaned lightly in his sleep and then made a very silent yawn that looked like a lazy cat just waking up from it's midday nap. He stretched his arms out into fist and extended his legs jsut like a feline. He twisted slightly as his shoulder blades popped at last having satisfaction he opened his eyes and smiled. "Well, did you enjoy your nap?" He asked with a smirk. He moved the sheets and kissed Stephanie's forehead before standing up all of his muscles tight still flexing automatically. He moved into the bathroom and used it before washing his hands and face. He walked back into hsi bedroom baring all still before moving to a dresser and grabbing a pair of yellow gym shorts. He frowned, "What are you thinking about? You look nervous....Like you have been contemplating too much." He said honestly.

Damien said nothing and simply glared at the group who so willingly cared for one another. then his glare went to Artemus who was paying no mind to his sister, but Damien. "I'm fine...it won't be the first time I've broken a bone." He said to Variel standing still keeping his eyes locked on Damien. "If you want me to keep you from dying, Variel, I would hope for a way out of being connected to that." He said pointedly at Damien as he held his hand. He then glared at Ash..."You come near me again Witch, you have no ties to my sister...I will make sure that you are dead."

Ash simply nodded clearly not desiring to start more conflict, "Very well...We thank you for not enacting such violence of history here today. Be on your way, hunter and do not bother those of the Grievance Ridge Coven unless you wish to suffer a fate far worse than death." Ash said clearly making a defiant promise. He may not have been apart of the Coven, but he certainly was a Witch. He had to be adn then it brought back his memory as to why he was even here.
He moved toward Damien Devereux with the intent to talk.

Artemus looked back at his sister. He glared, but it softened into simply a look of true sadness. "I love you Variel. I hope we can be siblings again someday." He said before walking out the door holding his wrist still as the bone was protruding formthe skin as Ash ahd broken it. Ash turned quickly, "Sorry about the wrist." He said before at last coming face-to-face with the one man who he came to Grievance Ridge for.
Artemus attmepted starting his bike one handed, and normally would ahve been able to, but it wasn't working out so well right now and it pissed him off. He slammed his good fist down onto the handlebars with a loud crack form his knuckles and blood it was evident he did more damage to himself. He pressed his bloody fist to his forehead as tears leaked out. He couldn't control anytihng now and here he was unable to control the simplest of emotions.

Ash approached Damien who stood with his arms crossed void of any emotion. "Damien Devereux...I am Andrew Zayn Asher Redd. I am three hundred-seventy five years of age. My mother was the Grand High Priestess of all Witches, Ann Foster."
Damien looked interested almost immediately. "Foster, huh, and instead of joining Salem's lot you chose to come here. What can do for you. If it is Coven membership you will have to check in with the High Priestess and...or one of the Elders. We do background checks. For you it might be a bit harder, but I think we can manage."
Ash smirked finding Damien rather attractive, "Actually, I have no powers. I am not entirely sure of the spell that made me immortal, but I know it was a rare blood magic."
Damien nodded, "Blood magic is tricky, be a little more specific." Ash was a bit hopeful now. "Perhaps, I was an infant for nearly a century. I was given the blood of my family members to remain young and as it became diluted by mortal blood I began to age rather slowly.The last of my bloodline was a son who was murdered I took what was left of his blood to remain this old for hopefully another century." Damien nodded having pushed past the dark event he nearly committed rather easily. It was part of being a Wraith. Being soulless meant not having a conscience. "It is called Immortal's Breath. Your mother and the Grand High Priestess before her, Hecate, were the only ones said to have managed it. Hecate performed it on a daughter of hers who just so happens to be your great grandmother, Susannah Hooker (Pym). Your mother was forty years younger than your father when they left England in 1635. If my math is correct you were born five years later. Your mother as a descendant of the last Grand High Priestess became the next Grand High Priestess, the most powerful witch known to history. We thought it would enver happen again, but I see now that her bloodline is not full forgotten, clearly." Damien gestured to Ash.

Ash nodded, "Yes, but it is not just the Immortal's Breath that intrigues me. I have a problem. I am restrained from power and have been all my life. Many dismiss me as a weak mortal, but I know far from it that I am in fact a Witch. I simply desire your aid to unlock my powers."

Damien nodded in understanding, "Well, for starters you can remove that spelled necklace around your neck as iron is powerful against Witches on it's own. Only a Witch as powerful as your mother could spell something that took power away." Ash looked surprised. "Reyna was right...I simply needed to remove it. She had been hurt at the club earlier yesterday and before leaving to save Salem, Kali, and Max she said I had to be mortal in order for iron to not hurt me as it had her." Damien smirked, "Well, I can get your powers back if you do something for me first. The iron has suppressed your abilities, but a spell must pull them through as well. I remember you from the club...Wait, did you say Salem and Kali? What happened? Is my brother alright?" Damien's rage quickly came out as he grabbed Ash by his shirt and pinned him to the wall, "Where are they?!"