Wednesday,

February 28, 2012,

11: 06 AM

Safehouse Bed n' Breakfast/Market

It's a quiet morning for the residents of the Safehouse. After a small breakfast, Valli and his adoptive Aunt settled in the basement, now surrounded by books and various ancient tomes speaking of Angels and the variety of Gods. The witch had magically secured the secret interrogating room to house Angels, using a spell and trap she studied from one of the texts. Having never had the opportunity to encounter an Angel before, she wants to be prepared. She may be able to kill Demons, but she'd most likely fail in a fight with an Angelic soldier with her lack of knowledge. Valli assisted in painting the signs and sigils needed to complete the spell, then suggested they look into making chains and cuffs to hold Angels permanently as well — just in case. He doubted Kane would go into a hunt without proper supplies, and considering he handled Angels before, it's likely he'd have the correct tools to hold them. Yet he likes having his own supply — Angels are now on the list of what to watch out for.

Sunny called only days ago, informing the pair Kane and she had found the Angel and were forming a plan to capture it that night. Two hours later, Valli received a text from Kane that announced they were on the way back with an unhappy Angel and to be ready quickly. Knowing better than to wait, Valli instantly started preparing the room and house for the Angel. The windows and doors are now home to new complex sigils, ornate symbols, and intricate magical runes made to withstand an Angel, trap them within or out of the house, and weaken them. Best to add creature-specific traps and protection to the house as soon as a new one is discovered, or if they're a new threat.

The house owner found it was fun to go around the house, paint the sigils under rugs and furniture, and carve them into the frames of the windows and doors. He only worried when Addy floated up to the roof to add her magic to the chimney, the witch teasing she'd never fall. Just as he likes the calm repetitiveness of cleaning, warding the house is as soothing to him. They played music through a loud stereo, Addy leading them in playful dances and sing-alongs. To him, it was plain fun with his Aunt, a moment that was gone too quickly and possibly one of the sparse good scenes in their life within the foreseeable future. To Addy, it was a distraction from the worry resting heavily on her shoulders and the fear she would lose her sweet nephew sooner rather than later as she foolishly wished.

They spend days doing the house, barn, the market stands; as well as the fishing shed and fences with all the maze-like entangled runes Addy demands. Stopping only when the Witch is satisfied every inch of the property is protected — even dragging her horse and Valli through the woods and swamp of the land. By the end, Addy whines and grumbles about her sore muscles. All while Valli laughs at her, offering to massage her ankles and shoulders.

The day was slow, the pair sipping tea and reading thin, ancient page by ripped page patiently. Addy lit an incense stick, the whimsy smoke carrying scents of pumpkin and cinnamon through the basement. Addy, nose deep in a leather-bound tome with olden Scandinavian writing carved into the worn browned leather, is cozied on the window bench with a blanket thrown over her legs. Valli is busy pouring a new cup of tea, only to halt his hand as he drops a honeycomb stick into the wide cup. His head tilts slightly as he focuses his hearing on a faint sound outside, a moment later an even softer vibration starts at his socked feet. The Witch next to him slants her eyes towards him, waiting.

"They're here." He announces, Kane's roaring truck loudly proving him correct a second later. Already slipping his feet into slippers, he is off the bench and at the stairs before Addy can process. Inhaling deeply, she sets the text down on the table and follows the man.

On the porch, Valli stood by the descending stairs into the yard, listening to the growls and hisses of Kane and a woman's voice he didn't recognize, who must be the Angel. A second female voice joins in with an annoyed curse, a smile lights up his features as he hears the raspy tone of Sunny. Addy's cool warmth appears at his side, a slim hand settling at his upper arm softly as she watches the scene he is hearing. The Rabid Hunter is fighting against a struggling woman, cuffed with crudely made handcuffs and dressed in dirtied jeans and a low-cut tank top. Kane growls and snarls at her to stop fucking wiggling, and to stop trying to smite him.

The Angel is kicking up dust and clumps of dirt with her fighting, hissing out threats and wordy preaches of how they are sinning by treating Gods daughter in such a way. To which Kane rolls his eyes, jerking her harshly back into a standing position. The black woman slamming the truck doors captures the witch's attention, taking in the appearance of who she spoke to over the phone. Black and peppered hair is fuzzy and short, drawn back in a tight bun with loosened strands here and there. A plump, yet tough and strong body. She's covered in a black undershirt, a red long-sleeved plaid over it, and a pair of worn, faded black jeans with combat boots. She carries herself as fierce, ready to take on anything head-on. Addy can spot the wrinkles of age over the woman's face, the crow's feet, the laugh lines — or scowl lines — and sees herself for just a flick of the sun. The trick of her eyes spooks her heart, jumping in her chest and skipping a stinging beat. Mentally, she checks her aging spell, sighing in relief when it's perfectly fine. Still not ready to age, then.

"Is shit ready?! I'm more than done with this angelic pain in my ass!" Kane barks, hand tightening to the point of breaking bone on the creature's arm, lips snarling as he hauls her back in front of him to shove her towards the house from the carport.

Sunny smirks behind him, happy to let him handle the bucking Angel. Her gaze ahead flicks of the cursing man and the squirming creature towards the figures she noticed on the porch of the larger-than-expected house, grinning once her mind provided names and faces. She had never seen a picture of the home or the occupants of it, yet she was amazed at the tall structure. On both front corners of the house are two massive towers built into the sides, rounding out the sharp corners into cozy little window areas. The layered roofing gives a castle vibe, and the black material covering the roof matches the coat of white paint. The porch is just as massive, finished with beautiful outdoor furniture and a lovely bench swing. She can't wait to get a look at the inside.

As Kane pulled into the driveway, Sunny saw the market stalls Valli told her of. They were larger than she imagined. The large apple red barn appeared next, upgrades a shade darker than the original structure. She praised the man's fence as she passed, leaning up to study Kane's work as the truck rolled over the rough gravel. The cows and group of goats paid no mind to the rumbling vehicle, merely raising their heads to inspect the sound before grazing on the soft grass and piles of hay near the barn door. The carport Kane parked under was a surprise, but she quickly became busy with the Angel in the back seat.

Addy guides Valli down the steps at the porch by his upper arm needlessly. He's walked without her just fine before, but today, she needs the comfort of her Nephew around two strange Hunters — no matter if she and Kane have a reluctant agreement or if Sunny was kind over the phone. They're still new to them. It has only been a few months, at most. She doesn't trust them as far as she could throw them — especially not the Angel in their clutches. Valli doesn't hold it against her, allows her to cling to him, and gently squeezes the slim hand attached to his arm.

Upon meeting the Angel and Kane halfway, Addy raises her free hand to slap it against the Angel's forehead. Her palm glows a bright violet, a thin mist wisping over the vessels' skin and hair, going over the spell in her mind. The fighting, kicking, and screaming creature ceases movement, blinks, and then collapses heavily in Kane's arms with a grunt from the man as the resistance is taken away. The Hunters stare at her, Sunny blinking between the limp Angel and the Witch in what feels like a shock. Valli, having heard the fight leave the creature, asks calmly, inquisitively. "Did it work?"

"The fuck did you do?" Sunny asks instantly, the words fascinated, even with the rude sentencing.

The Witch hums, tilting her head puzzledly at the peculiar sight of the Angel barely held up by Kane's uncaring hold. "Huh. It worked. That was quite unexpected."

Inhaling sharply, Kane growls roughly, frustrated. "The fuck you mean unexpected?!"

Valli rushes to explain, disliking the threatening undertone in the man's voice. His feet stepped closer to Addy, blocking her just slightly with his shoulder, long hands raised mollifyingly in the air between the pairs. "We were reading up on Angels and we found a knock-out spell we thought she could try. If it worked, it meant less hassle for you guys and if it didn't," he shrugs, smiling sheepishly. " — I made you an apple pie with whiskey in it."

It's silent for a short moment. Kane huffed and glared at the Witch for not announcing what she was doing beforehand, isn't comfortable with magic being done so close to him unknowingly. Addy watches Sunny study her flowing pink shawls, skirts, and the silky purple hair she let loose in the early-morning breeze. Her complexion is a lighter shade than Sunny's dark sun-exposed skin, the spell she uses protects her flesh from such concerns as sun damage. In image and personality, the women are polar opposites. Then the woman turns to Valli, a twitch to her lips at his open kind expressions and the cute fluffy goat hoodie he wears over a pair of joggers. Long chestnut hair is tied in a lazy ponytail, swaying behind his head whenever he moves.

"You're forgiven if there's whiskey pie. We'd like a little warning next time, though." Sunny announces, chuckling at Kane's grumbles even as he tosses the woman vessel over his shoulder carelessly.

Valli laughs, "Of course! We're sorry for the surprise!" He waves them to the house, Addy following with a soft grip on his shoulder now as he leads the group to the porch. "Let's go inside in case the Angel wakes up, we're not sure how long she'll stay out for."

"We charmed the room the basement, the entire house, and the land. Angels shouldn't be in full power or able to enter without someone bringing them in." The Witch informs, free hand gesturing vaguely to the structures and woodlands surrounding the small farm. Adding a small mock directed to Kane, "This means we added Angel wards everywhere, Rabid Hunter. Unless the text was wrong, or we made a mistake, they should keep us and everything within the wards safe."

"Your eyesight better be in that spell you use. Can't be making mistakes, Witch." Kane grunts, eyeing the house and barn, testing if he could catch one of the wards.

Inside, Addy gently pushes Valli into the living room, murmuring that she and Kane would handle the knocked-out Angel. Eyebrows furrowed, Valli listens as Kane's heavy footsteps pause (he's scowling at both women, who silently order him to the stairs with their waving hands), then continues to the basement stairs with Addy's soft footfalls. Turning towards the living room doorway, he feels the presence of Sunny and grins. She doesn't move from the door frame, just observing as the young man smiles widely at her, grayed-out eyes settling on her form. Excitedly speaking, "We finally get to meet! Welcome to my home! Do you want a drink or some food? There's still some breakfast left, I think."

Unable to resist, the older woman draws him into a tight hug, squeezing tight enough to gain a wheeze. She chuckles, patting strongly at his back. "Oh, I'm so happy to meet you, Valli! You're cuter than you sound over the phone! I see what draws my boy in so much!" Pulling back, she cups his cheeks in her hands to squish his face with a grin.

Valli laughs, palms resting on the back of her hands. "Thank you! You sound gorgeous!"

Sunny snorts, rolling her eyes at the compliment, yet accepts it because the man sounds genuine. Swinging her arm over his shoulders, she leads them out of the living room. "Now, while my boy and your witch lock up that troublesome Angel, you will show me that kitchen, and I'mma get me some pie."

"Of course, of course! This way, please!" Eagerly Valli takes the lead with a giggle, overjoyed to have a new person to spend time with. Sunny and he got along wonderfully with a simple chat over the phone, he is excited to learn how they fair in person.

Down the rounded stairs, through the basement library and armory, inside the secret door in the wall, Kane plopped the Angel down in the chair the previous Demon sat in. Addy rushes about the room to double-check the traps and runes, hands waving over the placements to make them glow a pure blue and hum through her veins. They work in silence, the only noise comes from the clacking of the shackles Kane locks around the ankles and wrist of the stirring creature. Locking the cuffs he used together with the chair ones, added reinforcements. Low grunts and groans escape the parted lips of the Angel, and the Hunter makes fast work of the rest of the locks and chains to secure the ruined vessel.

"You done? I wanna get out here before the damn thing wakes up. My ears are still ringing from the drive with her." Kane grumbles, the heel of his palm rubbing his left ear irritatedly. Like a dog, Addy thinks with humor.

Behind the chair, the black woman huffs as she runs her hands over the back of the seat, watching the carvings glow. "Stop whining. I'll be fine without you until I'm finished. I doubt she'll be doing much anyway. Besides threatening me."

"I'm not leaving a witch alone, ever." Is the response, the man stretching his arms above his head, fingers spreading as he stifles a groan at the pleasant ache. "Besides, Valli and Ma would kill me if I left you alone with a questionable monster."

She chuckles, eyebrow lifting mockingly at the very thought. "Sunny would, huh? Doubtful. I don't think she'd kill for little ol' me."

Kane observes the woman pace around the small room, waving her palms over specific areas of the walls with intense concentration. The pale cyan luminescence of the complicated witchcraft symbols is similar to the power of the Angels when they smite a soul from a body. A pure blue so pale it's white, almost blinding in even a light bulb amount. In the runes and circular sigils the glow flickers like a light show in the sky, not blinding, but pretty with the gentle whims of the glimmer. The pink flowy fabric dances at her ankles while she hurries to each of the dozen sigils, purple hair swishing behind her acting like another loose fabric tied around her hips and legs.

"She's always thought like Valli does. She won't try to kill you unless you give her a reason."

The comment gains another laugh, light, and taunting. "You mean like you tried to do. Wholeheartedly, I may add."

Clenching his fist, he watches the Angel jerk and kicks in the shackles, slowly waking each second now. Addy pauses, glances over her shoulder at the other being, and scoffs. Mentally praising herself for checking most of the symbols beforehand the night before to occupy herself. she waves over the last rune in the room, above the weapons table, and hums when it glows like the rest. Turning around in a flourish, her skirt and shawl flying and twisting around her legs and torso, and her hair swings over her shoulder. "Come. I bet your Aunt has already eaten most of the pie Valli made for you."

She swishes past the Hunter, smirking as she hears the questioning grunt in his throat at the words. While Kane follows the Witch out the door, the Angel's eyes flutter open after a long groan, the pair ignores the sudden gasp. The Hunter smirks at the now hissing, snarling, and wiggling woman, knowing well it is the Angel and not the dead woman, waving mockingly with his fingers as he shuts the door. Eager to get upstairs to try the apple pie with whiskey in it, his mouth waters and he takes the stairs two at a time. Ma better save me a slice — it's mine apparently.