[M] The Gang

[Hector]

"ahem! Titanic!" Hector finally spurted out, he hadn't said anything for a long time because besides the hectic injections, everything seemed to be under control! "Sigh, now that the meeting is done, i would like to talk to you in private titanic." Hector said in an unnerving tone. "But first, I have to head home for a minute, ill be right back... Give me like, five minutes and ill be back right her in this room. Hector turned into the shadow he truly was, but instead of flying out the window like he normally have, he just faded! Nowhere in sight!

Hector reappeared inside the shadow dimension. A dark, void of a place he liked to call home! A long, stone path was before him, and ahead of him, about a kilometre in the distance he could see it. The Twilight Cathedral. Yup! his home. He walked over, and walked into the massive double doors And walked into the kitchen, a massive table, about 30 feet long, he sat at the head and laid his head on the table in his hands. Where did his father keep it? His father handed down his scythe to him, the SoulMauler, but kept its true power somewhere in the mansion of a cathedral. Hector spent days at a time, but could never truly find it... He spent five minutes at the table thinking, but nothing had come to mind. His parents being long gone into farther parts of the shadow dimension, hector just inherited the Cathedral and SoulMauler. He decided it would be best to just head back, so that's just what he did...

A murky black blob appeared in the middle of the room, and formed into hector, who then took a seat. "So, where were we?"

[LittleLionFire]

Atsila had settled down a little bit. She had stopped sobbing, the tears just cascading down her face. Suddenly, she heard a howl. She slowly lifted her head. It was Blake's howl. She heard it resounding off the trees, and carried on the wind. She digested the tone, and heard the question, where was she. Her eyes lit up, then died out. They became ice blue, cold, with a little hint of warmth in the depths. She closed her eyes, focusing. The wind picked up gently, and picked her up. It carried her into the saky, swirling towards the place where the howl came from.

Settling her down gently, the wind left, dying down to a smooth breeze. Atsila folded her arms and looked at the wolf. Contrary to Crow's human form, this wolf was lithe, muscular, and, to her eyes, brilliant. His whole body covered in a beautiful thick coat of silky black fur. She blinked, knowing why he had called, but hoping it was different. She sat down, criss cross, and reached out to touch the wolf. She rubbed behind his ears, and patted him on the head. She then slapped him on the cheek, one time, hard, to show him what he expected her to act, angry, because he interrupted her. She sighed in her mind, hating the acting she put on for about everyone.

She then leaned back, uncurled her legs from underneath her, and lay in the grass, hands behind her head. She felt relaxed, for once. Maybe Crow could understand. She sighed, and talked. "The wind carried your name to me. I heard one word, Blake, in your voice. I put two and two, and there you go. I have NEVER told anyody, and never will. All of us have secrets, even the talkative ones." She paused, thinking on how much to share. "You know, if you want to, you could stay. I wouldn't mind some company." She smiled, but grimly. "You know, I am not that quiet. I just hide."

[Ace_of_hearts]

Blake's eyes were as big as orbs when Atsila came to him. He was expecting a responsive howl or perhaps a text but this skipped that step. He'd seen her travel a few times but never really saw her land at the destination. It was like a rocket settling on the earth's surface. A magnificent rocket. He whimpered as she struck him and cocked his head to the side. But it didn't hurt a whole lot because her heart just wasn't in the hit. He'd been slapped by her a few times before, each leaving a red spot and usually after surprising her with a stray trap, but this one, the anger wasn't there. Not really.
She was right. They all had their secrets, their difficult pasts to deal with. Blake would almost rather not be cursed with the burden of their stories but he always had a creeping curiosity. He felt his face contort back to his less than clothed human body and laid back. Because, yeah, your clothes actually don't disappear into a shadowy void like Hector had, though thinking about it, Blake would have to ask him if there was any way to store them there for emergency use and get them out somehow when the time came.
"I know you hide." He said to her, hardly aware of the fact anymore that he wasn't dressed around his comrade. It was sort of just something they all had to accept. Titanic knew how it worked so the transition to acceptance wasn't so hard. "I don't know why though. When I hide, it's to protect people I care about. 'The mask isn't for you, its to protect the ones you love' -Batman. That's why I'm Crow. Days at a time go by, Atsila, days where I can't even remember my own name. I'm not really quite sure who Blake is anymore, but I know exactly who Crow is. Crow doesn't have emotions. Crow is cold and calculating. Crow knows that the end justifies the means. Crow is a genius who can't be trifled with as long as his pack is around. Crow never cries. Blake used to cry. Blake used to cry all the time. When he would change, he would cry. Blake thought for the longest time that there was something wrong with him. That he was dying because of the change. And you know what? I think the worst part of it all is that somewhere along the line, he did." Blake managed a weak chuckle as he laid back in the grass, wiping away water from the corner of his eye. "Tears are just a method of empathy. The water doesn't mean anything at all, it the knowledge of the pain that triggered it. That's where the power of the tear lies. That's Crow talking. Blake would just hug someone until they went away. Funny how that works, no?"

[BewareNinjaLuna]

God, talk about pain. Getting a paper cut stung, slicing a finger open while chopping some veggies hurt. Hell, even changing hurt, especially on a full moon. But this? Chasity rather get shot, because at least then you could take care of the issue without it eating away at you. Well, possibly a silver bullet was different, but that wasn't the point. Her hands were smeared with light red blood. In all honesty, with the water from the washcloth forcing everything to combine, it looked worse than it really was. No doubt it was a serious thing to take care of, but the blood really wasn't the problem that she was facing. While the Wolfs Bane was slowly subsiding, her stomach decided it didn't have to heave up anything else. Still, it left a nasty, throaty cough leaving tiny beads of blood to splatter across her arm, where she had covered her mouth. Chas had broken out into a cold sweat a few minutes ago, and the shaking in her hands became a bit more prominent as time slowly came forward.
When a knock came at the door and Titanic spoke in a bit of a warning voice Chasity cursed under her breath, standing up a bit too quickly, stretching her wounds open from where she had been slouching just seconds ago. She yelped in pain; short and high pitched like a wounded dog. How appropriate. Her face twisted in pain but she was careful to clench her jaw closed tightly, so to not make another noise. Thinking quickly, Chas tossed the washcloth under the sink after rinsing it out and wiped the wet blood stains on her black shirt. A few dried smudges stayed on the palms of her hands as well as a few very faint spots from the cough, but other than that, and the carelessly left smudge on her cheek bone from when she had pushed her bangs back from her face, she looked pretty normal. Well, besides the paler skin that washed out any color. Her freckles popped out like crazy now, and so did the bruises low on her neck.
Since this was Titanic who was dealing with her, Chasity didn't even waist time adding more bandages to her stomach. Besides, she'd just take them off at home when she took the wounds with rubbing alcohol anyways. So, she slipped her long sleeved shirt back on and blotted her face to swipe away the sweat before opening the door. "Sorry," Chas replied in a raspy voice. Clearing her throat to speak clearly, she came up with a quick excuse. "My stomach felt uneasy, and I didn't think you wanted your living room more dirty than it already is." Her pale and cracking mouth upturned into a playful smile, but with the physical pain she was feeling it was only half-hearted and didn't reach her eyes. Chas's hands were shoved inside her jean pockets to hide the trembling. You had to admit; the girl was quick on her feet and was fairly good at hiding things when she wanted to. Also, she did have a bit of luck on her side. Hector's voice rang out, asking for Titanic. The life-saver he was today. Without looking him in the eyes, Chasity added, "Hector's looking for you; I wouldn't leave him waiting." She waited for him to turn around and leave, knowing that she couldn't go down the stairs easily and it would be fairly hard to fake; she was always quick on her feet and climbing down the steps while clutching the hand rail like an old lady would raise questions she didn't feel like answering.

[LittleLionFire]

(9Aww, that si soo cute, so, will post later. Do not move Blake!))

[PlasticIce]

Titanic heard Chasity yelp then she was moving around, then the door opened,**"Sorry, my stomach felt uneasy, and I didn't think you wanted your living room more dirty than it already is." he eyed her for a moment, there was something up, he knew it, he just had to figure out how to get it out of her.*
"Hey, my house isn't that bad," he noted her hands in her pockets, but his thoughts were interrupted by Hector calling for him. Chasity pointed out that he shouldn't keep Hector waiting, "He can wait," he looked back and yelled out,"Just gimme a sec, Hector!" Slowly, he turned back Chasity smelling the the air and snarled, "What are you hiding? Where were you when the Gang needed you?" he stepped forward and grabbed her arm with his good arm, "You can't fool me," he growled blocking her only way of escape from the bathroom. His sniffed the air again, "I can smell fresh blood, Chas and it's coming for you," his fangs grew in his mouth and his eyes turned blood red as he stares her down waiting for her answer. A low rumble started in his throat and turnedinto a harsh growl as his grip tightened on her arm.
He wasn't in the mood for arguing and he was sure that was obvious to Chasity. Even if it was none of his business he hated it when members of his gang kept secrets like this from him, especially if they show up looking like shit. There was enough shit happening he didn't need each individual member having problems too.

[Hector]

Hector really needed some help in the Shadow Dimension, Crows intellect and Titanic's logic, they were the a team for the job, the only problem being the dimension itself, would it drive them insane? or would they actually be of help? Hector needed all the help he could get right now.

He paced around the room waiting for titanic, things sounded like they were getting intense up there, but he could wait, as angry as he was, he was good at waiting... Damn, did he smell blood? Bah, he was just acting up again, he needed to go home, check up on the place, make some food maybe, but until he talked to Titanic, he needed to wait.

He slouched on the couch, and looked back to the table ahead of him. "God," he said to himself "i don't know if i can find the SoulMauler's true power without the help of those people for the things i need... help... with." Hectors brow raised after his poor sentence teetered out. that sentence didn't make much sense, so he had no clue what to do now but pretend to smile and also pretend to know what he actually said... He slouched into the chair that was closest to him, and started tapping his foot with impatient intentions. he needed him and crow asap, Hector didn't like to admit it, but he was human... PARTIALLY, human and he needed help like anyone else.

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Despite how Chas should be a bit more submissive to Titanic out of respect and the fact that he was the leader of the Gang, there were a few things that she hasn't ever told them, one of the subjects being how she became awerewolf, or who had bitten her. And of course this was appart of that. Her eyes began to glow with the gold from her wolf form, but she held back the growl that got caught in her throat, knowing that it would create an argument that would ultimately waist time. When Titanic grabbed at her arm Chasity gasped in pain. She was a bit surprised when he brushed Hector away, as well as disappointed. As she said before, he was Titanic's distraction.
When he tightened his grip on her arm, Chas winced, bitting down on her lip instead of whinning like a little girl. Her eyes slowly shifted back to brown. She sighed, grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it up to her high ribcage, revealing the cuts, bruises and the damaged tattoo on her hip. "Look, I just need to clean the rest of it and I'll be fine," She said, trying to brush it off like no big deal. "I'll be fine. You have a bullet in your arm. I can deal with a few scrapes and bruises." Chasity's arm throbbed painfully, because that was exactly where she had been grabbed tightly a few hours ago. "The story that goes with these really isn't worth mentioning." Her hand dropped to cover the bleeding wounds.

[LittleLionFire]

Atsila looked away, blushing furiously when Blake changed. She knew it was customary with ware-wolves, but still, she was still a woman. She looked towards him when he started talking, eyes staying on his face, a small blush on her cheeks. She then looked back up at the sky when he finished. She smiled, a little, the first real smile that anyone saw since she was young. She cautiously moved her hand to reach for his hand. She gently curled her hand around his for comfort. Nothing more, she told herself.

She spoke, everything but her hand that was holding Blake's was relaxed. "Well, I think that Crow is just a wall to protect against harm, physically and mentally. Maybe it did not break Blake. Maybe it is just covering him. I do not think Blake died. For if he did, then who is talking to me now? Crow, the sarcastic and cold, could not be." She blinked. "Maybe, though, Crow is just part of the whole guy you are. He is the sturdy one, made into more, to keep the emotional one out of reach and out of harm." She smiled at the sky as an eagle flew by. She pointed at it, following it's track with her finger. "See that eagle? It looks like a Harpy Eagle. The biggest bird, and rare." She smiled again, and looked at the guy beside her. She then looked back up.

"You know, Atsila is not my real name either. My father actually named me, from my mother's persuasion. He disliked me cuz I turned out Daemon instead or Were. If you want, I could tell you." She blushed. "I mean, it is kind of stupid to ask, but it would feel good to get it out and you helped me and I know your name so it would make it even and I am babbling now that happens not often though but anyways...." She blushed and averted her eyes again, cursing her stupidity. She did not let this side of herself out, afraid it showed weakness.

[Ace_of_hearts]

Blake laughed a little as Atsila rambled on. She was reacting normally to an emotional conversation she wasn't prepared for. Se couldn't communicate as much so she overcompensated by trying to speak more. He didn't mind though, it made her seem more . . . human. That word had a negative connotation among the members but its what Blake wanted above everything else: humanity.
He gave her hand a squeeze to show that he was still there and not vacant. "Sure, I'd love to hear your real name." He said, his voice had stopped shaking since his emotional shpeal. Atsila seemed flushed, her cheeks turning rosy red and her face losing any color she had. For a moment he worried about the effects of the dart but decided to brush it off as little more than a paranoia. "If you're really willing to say it." Names were sacred. More powerful than most people realized. Sure, the Death Note was a fabled book, but the archetype was present in the story. Your name, your true name that the Egyptians spoke of, there was power to bend another human being to your will with it.