#huntercollective

As their usual thing, Vera and Vilkas had their tea in silence. At least when they weren’t discussing magical phenomena, and sharing research ideas with one another that is. Yet, he had to break the silence, as one thing had clearly been bugging him for a bit with him staring off into space now and then, ever since he told her about his past. 

Ezra? Conrad was wondering if it was someone that this young lady knew, since from what little bit she said, he wondered if this mentioned individual was against magic in any means. Which was a shame, sure magic could be overused by those with bad intentions, but to him, magic was something that he had known for all his life too.

"I see, though I did not mean to mutter that too loudly if it was disturbing you. But....I presume you could say that I am tired of the stigma that still follows many individuals who associate themselves with magic." Then again, perhaps he did get himself on a small tangent, he was too used to having to hide some of his magic around most normal individuals, but he could sense an air of it around this place.

The gall of this woman, to stand in the way of his pursuit of power. Let alone her mouth is as bad as his own brothers last time he recalled. Their is no need to cut her down however, the main priority is to remove the obstetrical by any means necessary. 

*glances at Rekka currently* I feel this on a spiritual level, my friend.

Today was the same as usual, well. Define that for a demon. She had only been out and about the town to get a few things at home, mainly food, drink the necessities of life.

Though if one things for damn sure; she’s getting looks all about the place which can’t be helped I mean look at Bacia. God damn freak of nature being as tall as she is let alone a bad omen due to being what she is.

Well at least the day can’t get wor-

its then when she sat down on a nearby bench to simply tick off a few things on her list it started to rain.

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“Yes I’m-” He makes a sound that’s more akin to an animal than to a human as he puts weight on his leg.

If luck is with him, the dog shouldn’t have hurt his leg too bad, but god did it hurt like a bitch. Either way, he can’t really expect himself to chase down a familiar like this.

Grøh lets his body slip onto the ground, wincing as muscles pull around the ankle’s bite. After a moment of patting himself down for supplies, he concludes that he must have left his supplies with Lance.

Oh boy her heart was pumping a mile a minute, really. She knew this would be a dumb idea but holy shit it worked. It actually worked and yet she had become both super excited and also super anxious; Marisa never really bothered with Valentines day before to such a degree.

“Y-yeah. You’re right, thought that counts~!” words followed by a signature smile though much more heartwarming than usual.

She’d blink a couple of times as Shane offered one of the few chocolates she got him. A hesitant hand raise but she eventually accepted with a small nod of appreciation before digging in. The one she had was pretty nice, least in her opinion she got the right box of chocolates for the occasion. Though this train of thought would be cut off shortly.