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[Bast]

Bast was on a mission. Jove had sent her here to locate a girl that would, supposedly, lead her to someone else she needed to get to. The boss worked in mysterious ways, but Bast was inclined to believe what he said was true. She was his messenger right now and it was her job to deliver his messages. The deity yawned as she walked toward her room in the motel. It was only temporary, and she hadn’t paid for it at all. Why did Gods need to pay for anything when they could just waltz right in? Bast saw no sense in acting completely human like some of these creatures insisted on. As long as she came off normal while in the presence of the humans, then there wasn’t a damn problem with what she did in her own time. Some people just made things waytoo complicated. It was such a bother that Bast hardly saw the fun in talking to anything that wasn’t human, except for the angels. They were a cute bunch when they tried to act human.

The deity lifted her hand to the knob of the motel door and twisted her hands. The once locked door clicked and slowly swung open. The room smelt of old sex and fear. Her nose wrinkled as she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. Humans needed to learn to clean up their living places. This was quite repulsive if she had to say so herself. Bast’s home was spotless and smelt nice. What could she say? Cats had hygiene.

With a sigh, the Goddess plopped down on the stiff bed and stretched out. Now she just had to wait for the girl she was looking for and enter phase one. That was either going to be a lot easier or a lot harder than it sounded. Who knew? Perhaps the girl would rent out this room.

TAG: Jo
WORDS:

[/color] 321
MUSE:[/color] Hurricane--30 Seconds to Mars
NOTES:[/color] Lalala
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[Jo Harvelle]

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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
_{NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW}
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Another town, another hunt. Jo was here because there were a string of unexplained deaths in this town, and she had just arrived a few hour ago. She went straight to the latest scene, so that she could have a starting point of trying to figure out what she was dealing with. She didn’t have many leads, but she did have a few that fit the pattern. Ghosts, vengeful spirits, poltergeist. She hoped that she was hunting the normal run-of-the-mill supernatural, and not something new. For if was something she had never encountered before, then she was at a lost on how to ‘dispatch’ it from the town. She drove her car to the usual type of motel that was seated on the edge of town. She was tired from the long drive, and her checking out the scene of the latest victim did not help her the least. So she drove into the parking lot in front of what was a rundown motel. Just the place she liked to stay at when hunting.

The blond easily acquired a room for her stay, and paid for it with cash she had won playing poker in bars. The clerk gave her the key to her room, and the moved her car closer to it. She wanted to stay close to the weapons that were the tools of her trade of which she had hidden in the car. She grabbed a handgun that she carries with her with silver bullets, and her bag. Of which had rock salt, Devil’s shoestring, a few gris-gris bags, and van van oil in addition to her clothes. She approached the door to her rented room, reached out with her key, and unlocked the door. She was already thinking of what she was going to do when she got settled in. and by settled in she was going to supernatural proof the room. She could already feel the hot spray of the water from her much coveted shower on her skin, and her head hit the pillow on the bed…

Other person talking
Thinking
"Speaking…"

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_{STATUS: Done
TAGGED: Bast
WORDS: 343
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: She is tired and just wants to sleep…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0}

[Bast]

Ah. Just on time. Bast lifted off the bed as the door clicked and blinked. A feigned look of confusion spread across her face. “Hello? Who is there?” She asked as she acted nervous. This was going to all be a big misunderstanding, and her first contact with the subject. Bast knew it was her. She could sense it. The deity stood and went to the door as it began to open. Her hand placed itself upon it to stop it midway as she gazed out at the girl—Jo was her name, but she wasn’t supposed to know that. Bast blinked again with an innocent stare, “how did you get a key to my room?”

This girl seemed awfully young to be out hunting demons and supernatural beings. Bast would place her somewhere in the early twenties. She was actually sort of cute that it made the Goddess wonder why she didn’t have a good man. She was sure the girl would have no trouble at all bagging on. Then again, some females enjoyed perpetual independence, especially the younger generations. Bast could respect that. She, too, enjoyed life without a lover. Sometimes they just got in the way.

The Goddess stepped aside to allow Jo into the motel room. She still kept up her charade of nervousness and fidgeted noticeably. One of her fingers began to twirl in her short, dark hair as she grew thoughtful. “My name is Aneski. I’m from the lower part of Egypt.” The accent she had on her tone right now only encouraged this belief. “I believe that we’ve accidentally been assigned the same room?”

She produced an identical card that Jo had to get into the room. Life was great being a Goddess.

TAG: Jo
WORDS:

[/color] 290
MUSE:[/color] [silence]
NOTES:[/color] Oh, Bast, you actress, you.
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[Jo Harvelle]

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Jo began to push on the door when she heard someone from inside. Her free hand went straight for her handgun filled with silver bullets, not one to be naïve about what really was out there. But nor could she be too careful about who she came across either. So when the door stopped in mid opening, she knew something was up. Then when the occupant asked how did she get a key to the room, she held up her own metal key with an identifying card engraved with the room number on it. ”I was given the key by the clerk.” She answered a bit on guard, thinking something wasn’t quite right about this situation. Her hand gripped the pistol she had hidden in her pocket.

”My name is Aneski. I’m from the lower part of Egypt. I believe that we’ve accidentally been assigned the same room?”

The blond didn’t believe in accidents, much less coincidences. Not in the world she grew up in. Whoever this woman was might have some people fooled, but the blond wasn’t most people. As far as she knew the brunette might not even be human. The feel of her father’s iron blade strapped hidden to her hip gave her a bit more comfort in addition to the silver loaded handgun her hidden hand was gripping at that moment. She figured the accent might be a very good fake, or it could actually be real. But normally, these motels that she frequents doesn’t just give two complete strangers the same room. ”I don’t believe in accidents.” She said as she effortlessly tossed her bag back into the passenger side of her car. Her keys now available to her in case she needed to make a quick retreat. She stood there in the doorway of the room she had just rented, not wanting to step through in case there was a trap waiting on the other side for her.

Other person talking
Thinking
"Speaking…"

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_{STATUS: Done
TAGGED: Bast
WORDS: 324
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: She is suspicious…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0}

[Bast]

Such a suspicious girl, Bast couldn’t help but be filled with amusement as she watched the blonde. If she thought the guns and silver bullets she had were going to harm a God, then she had another thing coming. Though, it wasn’t like she knew that Bast was a deity. That was exactly what she was being paranoid over—whether she was human or not. Oh, the poor girl would go guessing forever. Bast always loved to play with people. Their heads were just so fun to twist. If only she had the time.

“How do you not believe in accidents?” She asked. “Do you believe in fate instead?”

The deity twirled the card in her hand before offering it to her. It was an exact replica of the one the hunter had. There was absolutely no flaw to it. It could clearly be a mistake. The spare key was accidentally handed off when the man had absentmindedly reached for a different set. Stuff happened and humans made mistakes. Bast made mistakes, too, but she’d never admit that.

A sympathetic look crossed her eyes, “you seem tired. It’s no trouble for me to go correct the mistake. I haven’t a problem switching rooms.” She had another plan in mind. This had only been to encounter the girl in person for a moment or two. It was always good to get a feel of who she’d be trailing. This one may end up being a toughie.

TAG: Jo
WORDS:

[/color] 245
MUSE:[/color] [silence]
NOTES:[/color]
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[Jo Harvelle]

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Jo looked over the dark haired girl before her. Something was screaming at her to be careful with this one. She didn’t know what this lady was, but she had a feeling that she wasn’t even human. She was glad she had carried everything that could fight off anything she had encountered on her. So if this woman was anything she had the pleasure of Hunting, she could easily defend herself. But if she wasn’t, the blonde was in a world of hurt. For she had nothing to keep her safe then.

”How do you not believe in accidents? Do you believe in fate instead?”

The blond only looked the dark haired girl up and down thoughtfully, as if she was trying to make up her mind about something. She mental shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms across her chest as she looked at the lady before her. ”No. There are no such thing as accidents, coincidences, and fate. What I do believe in is something called freewill.” She responded a bit guarded, and was prepared to defend herself in case the brunette decides to attack her.

”you seem tired. It’s no trouble for me to go correct the mistake. I haven’t a problem switching rooms.”

Jo moved out of her way and gave her the best friendly smile she had that didn’t seem to be suspicious of something she had. She gestured to let her out of the room. ”Good idea. I’ll accompany you. Never know what kind of clientele this motel attracts. Can’t be too careful, can we?” She said and allowed her free hand to brush against the gun that was tucked into the waistband of her jeans at the small of her back. She felt a bit safer knowing it was still there, and she waited for the other girl to move past her before following suit. She quickly locked the door behind them, and turned to give her the same smile as before.

Other person talking
Thinking
"Speaking…"

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_{STATUS: Done
TAGGED: Bast
WORDS: 329
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: She is still suspicious, and wants to make sure you don’t attack her when her guard is down…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0}

[Bast]

"Of course!" Bast agreed and smiled thankfully. "Thank you very much. I agree that motels can always seem shady, especially in America." Well, it was true. Bast moved out of the room and closed the door behind her. Things were going well so far. She had learned some of the girl, which had been the intention in the first place. Now she was just going to "switch rooms" and wait for close to when she checked out. Then Bast would make her move. She had no intentions of harming Jo. None at all. In fact, Bast was going to see if she could join her for a while...though...not exactly as a human. That wasn't going to fly. The deity had other plans.

The goddess began to head for the motel's clerk. He wasn't going to be hard to get by. She would just stuff his memory with same false memories of giving her the key, and bam...it's all a simple mix up. It was strange that Jo believed in free will, but not in accidents. Accidents were a consequence of free will, because then, in the theory of free will, nothing is predestined. So, if one were to kill another without meaning to it was an accident, because it was not destined that said person would kill the other. The deity wasn't about to argue this point, though. Humans were illogical.

"Oh, there's the clerk!" Bast said as she entered the room. She smiled politely to the man and flipped out her room key. "Excuse me, but it seems we were somehow assigned the same room, see? You must've given out a spare."

The clerk glanced up at her. He was a rugged-looking sort of guy. Then a flash of familiarity entered his gaze and he quickly went to checking for the mistake.

"Oh, so it seems I did! I'm very sorry for the mix up, maybe ..."

"Don't worry about it!" Bast laughed cheerfully. "I simply want to request another room so my companion here can get some rest. She looks exhausted."

Her gaze cast back toward Jo and she gave her a friendly smile. Tomorrow is when the real task started. If she failed, then it was no problem. It was only a matter of what to do if she succeeded.

TAG: Jo
WORDS:

[/color] IDK
MUSE:[/color] [silence]
NOTES:[/color]
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[Jo Harvelle]

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Jo followed the lady to the front of the hotel, making sure that no tricks were thrown her way. She didn’t know what she was dealing with, but she defiantly knew it wasn’t human. She was real careful to keep her theories and suspicions to herself, as even now when the world seems to be going to hell in a hand basket around her normal people would still think of her as weird if she started to sprout things of demons, ghosts, vampires, and werewolves. So she only wanted to keep herself out of the loony bin, as she needed to hunt and send said things back where they belonged. Just what are you? I know you are not human, but I just can’t figure out what. She asked herself as she watched the dark haired girl walk toward the office.

”Oh, there's the clerk! Excuse me, but it seems we were somehow assigned the same room, see? You must've given out a spare."

The blond watched the brunette ‘talk’ with the clerk. A normal person wouldn’t have thought anything of this little interaction, but then the blond wasn’t a normal person. She grew up in the supernatural world, and something was telling her that this other girl was not normal. What she saw was that the clerk did not recognize the brunette for a brief moment, but then as they looked upon one another he seemed to recognize her. Her instincts were screaming at her to be extra careful, as this girl was not one hundred percent human. The clerk admitted that he made a mistake, and the girl requested another room. Then what the girl called her only had her looking at the brunette with a raised eyebrow.

Jo only had that puzzled expression on her face when the brunette looked her way, and gave a smile that told her to be careful about what she did next. ”Companion? We are practically strangers. We literally just met only moments ago when I find you in my assigned room.” She responded, the need to get a drink and attempt to relax starting to creep up on her. She remembered seeing a bar that she passed only a few blocks up the street, and she thought that perhaps she should go over there and check it out. Who knew, she might hustle some poor unfortunate local out of his weekly allowance or something.

Other person talking
Thinking
"Speaking…"

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_{STATUS: Done
TAGGED: Bast
WORDS: 403
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: She wants to know why call her a companion…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0}