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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 1, 2013 21:21:05 GMT -8
Someone please help me.
There is a pack of 5 demons here I believe to be killing locals.
I do not know their intentions, but I am alone and need help
If any hunters are in the area, please provide immediate assistance.
I do not know how much longer I can stall them.
Claus Sørensen
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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 9, 2013 17:02:20 GMT -8
Jacklyn Wright sat at the dining table provided in her small cottage she had rented in Eastern Denmark. A printout of the short cry for help by Claus Sørensen was staring at her beside a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Jack had come all this way on behalf of this short letter. She had deemed it to be important, given it is the first time she has seen a hunter use his full real name on a job posting. Her newly acquainted ally, Saal, apparently had some kind of connection to a rich entrepreneur with a private jet. If it weren't for him, it may have been nearly impossible to get through security at the public airport with her arm the way it is. Given the convenient situation, she saw this as an opportunity to make some International connections and extend her search for the shadowed figure outside the states. Even after her countless hours of research on the supernatural, she has yet to find anything that matched the description of the shadowed figure.
Maybe that thing was a demon. I know they travel in dark clouds of smoke, but is it possible for them to take Robyn like that without a host?
Jack was perplexed and still slightly jet-lagged from her plane ride over here. It was already 11pm and Claus had not left an address to contact him nor specific locations for this demon pack he claims to have seen. Jack decides to look up his name in the local yellow pages in hope of finding an address to check out in the morning.
"Bingo," Jack murmurs to herself as she spots his name in the book, "Naboløs 4,2 1206 Copenhagen K." She jots down the address on a slip of paper and closes the book.
Man, I sure hope I won't need to know too much danish.
Jack had acquired an american travel book of phrases in Danish before she left. So far she hasn't run into too much trouble, aside from the slight stumbles she had while checking into the cottage.
Thank god for online booking services. I would not have been able to book this thing otherwise.
She sighs and stands up, walking into the living room to find Saal sitting on the couch, "I'm going to go to bed. I found the address for Mr. Sørensen in the local yellow pages. If you're interested, I wrote it on a piece of paper in the dining room. We can go pay him a visit in the morning. Goodnight." She adjourned to her designated bedroom and got ready for bed. They decided to share the cottage, considering it was conveniently located, had plenty of rooms, and it was easier to stay on a tight schedule when they left from the same place. Jack laid on the old bed and stared out the european style window until she fell asleep.
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Post by Saal on Sept 10, 2013 16:46:37 GMT -8
Nodding to his new companion as she left, Saal stared at the neatly arrayed parts of his M1911 Autos on the coffee table. Polishing and cleaning out all of the carbon scoring was almost a meditative exercise, kept his mind from getting too busy if he did it quickly. Unfortunately practiced hands make for short work and Saal's mind was left to wander.
The smoke and fire is always so clear: the choking sensation, the curling of burnt flesh and the heat. Always the heat.
Saal flipped open a disposable traveling cell phone he'd picked up before leaving the Americas. No messages. Why does he always make me wait.
Cleaning up after himself, Saal left a note, in his oddly flowing handwriting, by the coffee maker apologizing for his alarm clock at 5:35 AM.
"Car arrives at 6:30/ Sorry for the early wake/ heavy sleeper/ -S"
Saal glanced over at his untouched bed and laid down on the hardwood floor. Sleep came quickly, and Saal drifted off hoping the driver would wear wooden shoes.
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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 13, 2013 10:30:36 GMT -8
The sun glistened over Robyn's long amber colored hair as she jogged beside her big sister in the warm summer morning. They were talking and laughing in between their rhythmic breaths of air. They round a corner on the trail through the scenic Oregon woods before Robyn slows to a stop and stares down a dark side trail branching off from the main road. Jack stops and looks at her sister, "What are you doing? Let's go, the house is this way."
Robyn turns to Jack with a look of horror on her face and whimpers a small, "Huh?" before a dark hand grabs her by the shoulder and pulls her into the dark abyss. Jack springs forward, screaming her name when the sound of her alarm wakes her in a pool of sweat and tears. Jack sits up to find herself back in her bed at the quaint scandinavian cottage.
Rick Springfield's 80s pop rock voice blasted from the alarm radio as Jack turned to put her feet on the ground. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window. The sun had barely started to rise. It was 5am. She stood up and turned off the radio as she bent to the ground to pick up a pair of small shorts and loose tank top. She threw them over her pale body, grabbed her phone, and walked out the door to the kitchen. She walked over to the coffee maker and glances over the note Saal left before flicking it to the side and starting the coffee making process.
Jack put her phone on the counter and started playing the Daft Punk Spotify radio station. The coffee maker gave off a bubbling noise as it started brewing and Jack opened up the fridge and pulled out the bacon, eggs, and bread she bought at the store before arriving. She flicked on the stove and started cooking up a nice omelette meal for her sleeping friend. She hummed along to the music and danced with the spatula as she cooked. When 5:35 came around, she heard a loud buzzing noise coming from Saal's room. The sudden loud noise made her jump and release her arm blade by reflex. She then remembered Saal's note about his loud alarm clock and let out a sigh before retracting the blade back into her arm. She was still a little jumpy from that nightmare she had just woken up from. She rubbed her eyes again and opened the cupboard to pull out a coffee mug and fill it with the freshly brewed coffee.
She pulled out plates and silverware from the cupboards and set the small table for two. Jack felt a feeling of joy cooking for someone. It made her feel like she had a family again. Someone to care for and look after. She hoped her new friend would find the gesture to be pleasant and not appear to be annoying or intrusive. This is the first time in a long time she has really had a friend since her sister disappeared, but maybe it was too early to start calling him a friend. She barely knows him for god's sake. Shaking off the fear of being rejected by the other hunter, she walks back into the kitchen and finishes cooking their meal.
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Post by Saal on Sept 13, 2013 19:04:59 GMT -8
Saal woke with a start, turned quickly to the side and smacked his alarm clock. It started ringing a few seconds after he hit it. WHY. He shook his head and gathered his clothing from the floor and checked the wrappings he'd done before sleeping. Still clean enough to wait until nightfall. He heard some unintelligible music and walked over to the kitchen area. He saw Jack there cooking food and stared for a moment before clearing his throat. She turned around saying something snarky about his alarm. She passed him a plate of food, smiling while her skirt twirled in the wind. He was unused to receiving such kindness from someone who'd seen him work, he tried to smile behind the bandages, but their suffocating grip on his face only served to create a more twisted scowl. He stepped back feeling embarrassed but tripped on a lose piece of bandages. His wrapping began to unwind quickly as he fell gracefully through the air. His long flowing white hair dashing out behind him, he could hear Jack gasp as his flawless skin was revealed. His burns were only in his head. He caught his fall with feline balance and gripped his soul sword tightly, he could never lose it or his brother would take over as the hokage and release the demons within. "S-saal-senpai your bandages!!" He began to blush aas he realized he was standing stark--
Saal woke with a start, turned quickly to the side and smacked his alarm clock. It started ringing a few seconds after he hit it. WHAT. He shook his head and gathered his clothing from the floor. Checking that his wrappings were VERY TIGHT he slowly ventured out into the next room. He could smell the food cooking and approached cautiously. He saw Jack cooking and made sure to clear his throat loudly while checking the wrappings near his legs to make sure they remained in place. Breathing a slight sigh of relief when he saw that she was wearing shorts, he looked up and noticed her looking at him strangely. "Uh, good morning" He said awkwardly and began mentally kicking himself, "Would you mind if I had some?"
Never watch Asian cartoons again. He sat at the table, fiddling with his vest and many vest pockets.
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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 17, 2013 20:25:14 GMT -8
Jack gave Saal a peculiar look and responded to his food request, "Yeah of course, Salamander. Why do you think I'm making all this, ya dingle." She gave him a funny smile and made up a plate of food for Saal, sliding it in front of him. She served herself and sat across from him at the table.
They ate in silence until Jack lets out an attempt of an icebreaker, "So did you sleep well?" She smiled as she watched Saal nod. They fell into silence again as Jack cleans up the kitchen and adjourns back to her room. She gets dressed into her usual button up, ripped jeans, and leather jacket. She straps on her boots and adjusts her hair into a messy ponytail. She sits in the living room until 6:30 rolls around and the car rolls up to the cottage. They gather their things and head out to visit Mr. Sørensen's apartment.
They pull up to the quaint looking apartment building and walk up to Mr. Sørensen's door. Entering the building, they quickly find these apartments are not quaint at all. A royal wood moulding panels the walls and an elegant salmon colored wallpaper print garnishes over it to give off a feeling of luxury. When no one answers the door, they decide to pick the lock and let themselves in.
"Claus?" Jack calls out into the empty apartment, "Claus my name is Jack. I saw your ad. I just want to help." They walk into the entrance hall and close the door behind them. The floor creeks under her heavy leather boots as they make their way through the apartment. She keeps her hand on the blade release trigger as she inspects every room carefully. The entire apartment was dark with only the early morning sun lightly illuminating it through sheer curtained windows. All of the furniture was cloaked in white sheets to presumably protect them from dust. The place looked completely abandoned. It was unlikely they would find Claus here. Any smart hunter would leave his main residence to take refuge in a secluded safe house as soon as their identity was discovered and life was threatened. The best piece of information they could possibly find here would be a clue to where he is hiding and who the demons are possessing.
They make their way to what appears to be an office. Checking all corners for monsters before dropping their guard, they walk in and begin searching through the desk and cabinets. Jack finds a locked drawer on the right side of the desk and picks the lock open. She slides open the drawer to reveal a leather-bound journal and some newspaper clippings of some recent violent attacks. She takes the journal and stuffs the clippings into the journal. She waves it at Saal, "Let's hope we can find some kind of lead as to where this guy is in here." She smiles and places the book in her satchel.
After searching the rest of the apartment, they find no other clues and decide to go back to the cottage before any demons find them before they find Claus.
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Post by Saal on Sept 18, 2013 11:23:04 GMT -8
At exactly 6:30 Saal's phone bleeped and a floating message informs him that their car is outside. Grabbing his things he walked out to the black car shining car and greeted Charlie. Charlie popped open the trunk and beamed a smile towards him and jack. "<Good morning my friend,>" Saal began, "<I did not know you would be driving us personally.>" Charlie squinted at him for a second then punched him in the arm, "<Your Danish hasn't suffered,>" she exclaimed in mock surprise. The short woman gave an exaggerated bow and open the door for Saal. Sneaking a peak upward and glancing up at him through her bright orange hair, "<Least I could do after you helped me escape in Monaco>." Rubbing his arm, Saal slid inside and Jack followed. She wasn't wearing wooden shoes.
The drive was uneventful, Jack somehow convinced Charlie to let her plug in her music device and some loud music exclaiming, "ASS ASS ASS ASS" began blaring amid Charlies high-pitched cackles and Jack singing along. They arrived at the apartment and the music turned off right as jack yelled, "GOOGLE MY ASS" during the encore performance of the song. The silence as they walked up to the door was deafening.
inside they found the place abandoned. Jack moved off to search the house while Saal searched the kitchen. Inside the refrigerator he found eggs that expired tomorrow and some uncooked meat that had turned rather brown. The dishwasher had clean dishes inside and the table was clean. Moving to the bedroom, he found a receipt for a bar called "<the dusty flower>" where this hunter spent over <$300 USD.> He pocketed the paper and returned to Jacklyn when she called about a journal.
The car ride back consisted of several attempts by Charlie to get Saal to sing N*SYNC songs, and Jack playing some new... Draft Dunk(?) CD that Charlie loved. He couldn't hear them over the electronic music and internal desire to sing N*SYNC songs. Arriving back at the cottage, Jack ran in to read the journal while Saal lingered to talk with Charlie.
Before he could say a word the short woman hugged him, invited him for dinner at her place and spun around after a wink leaving him standing there awkwardly. He shook his head as she drove away and found an address in his pocket front left pocket with a lopsided smiley face drawn under the numbers. He walked back inside.
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Post by Jacklyn on Oct 5, 2013 19:01:33 GMT -8
Jack was laying on the couch flipping through the journal when Saal walked in the door. Through quick scans of the pages, Jack was able to conclude it was a typical hunter's journal. It was full of experiences and information on a variety of supernatural creatures. She flipped to the last page written. It was dated as being one week ago. Claus explains in detail his witness of a demon possessing a cafe waitress downtown. She cloaked herself perfectly with the rest of the world and went about serving customers until nightfall. Claus had apparently followed her after she left the cafe to a large house just outside Copenhagen He states that he suspects the house to be the demons' base. He had followed another demon a few days before to the same location. If the people that were taken were still alive, they would be here. He scrawled the address in the margins of the page and made note that he planned to infiltrate it the next day. Unfortunately the journal ends there, leaving reason to suspect he never returned from his mission. Jack rubbed the back of her neck and remarked, "Well I think I know where Claus is… If he's not already dead."
She looked over at Saal with a wry smile as she threw the journal on the table, displaying the address written on side of the page. "What do you think? Wanna go check it out tonight?" She asks before getting up and follows up with, "and how about some lunch?" She smiles before adjourning to the kitchen to make food.
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Post by Saal on Oct 9, 2013 23:13:13 GMT -8
After speaking with Charlie, walked inside barely hearing Jack mumble out something about Claus. He steppeds absent mindedly over to the table and sat down. His entire body gave off an alert vibe as he continued to feel shaken by Charlie's behavior. She seemed too... nice. He looked over at the address scrawled on the table and did a double take. Reaching into his pocket for the note Charlie scrawled, he stared at the address written there. Eyes flickering between the two notes, lips moving as he read to make sure, absolutely sure, of what he saw. The journal fell from his hands with a dull thud. He stared at the back of Jack's head as she began making sandwiches. "Charlie..., " he whispered, "Charlie gave me the same address as the one written there when she invited me for dinner."
"We need to go back. We need to get her free," He began rapidly typing a text to Charlie about leaving something in the car. Frantically he began leafing through pages of his books to find the devil's trap symbology he'd need to trap the demon holding her. "This cannot- no, no."
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Post by Jacklyn on Oct 22, 2013 18:03:55 GMT -8
 Jack looked over her shoulder as she was spreading mustard on her sandwich, "Same address what," she stared at the journal Saal dropped until it finally clicked, "ohhhhh, ohhh… OHHHH" She tossed the sandwich together and grabbed her phone. Unfortunately they were way to far away to walk, so Jack called up a cab to pick them up. She retrieved her jacket and purse full of equipment and hastily ate the sandwich while she put on her shoes. She noticed Saal flailing over notes and diagrams and spoke assuringly, "don't worry about the symbols, man. I got it all up here," she tapped her forehead with her long black painted nail, giving him a cocky smile. The cab arrived about 15 minutes later and they piled into the car. They made it to the house in 20 minutes. Jack had the driver park behind a tree so the house was still visible to them, but they were hidden from anyone looking.
Jack stepped out of the car to observe the massive house in front of her. "Jeez, he said it was a 'large house' not a fucking MANSION." A large fence and gate surrounded the perimeter of the property and there was a long straight driveway to the front of the house. There were stairs leading up to the front door and Jack could see two people hovering around the tables outside, presumably demons. There were three cars in the driveway and one looked like the car Charlie drove them around in. She sighed and looked at Saal, "Well I'm pretty sure she's in there. With company." She looked back at the demons lurking around the front of the house, "How do you think we should get around those two, though?" |
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