Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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Kat folded the newspaper with a sly smile. Now showing was a photo of the Egyptian exhibit at the de Young Museum in San Fransisco. Kat had her eyes on a set of canopic jars said to contain the innards of Neskhons, wife of Pinedjem II, the High Priest of Amun. The details didn’t really matter to Kat, but she was being paid a pretty penny to deliver them.
She’d already done all the preparation she needed; floor plans, security details, transport. Everything was waiting for this moment. Nightfall, time to go. She dropped the newspaper to the motel bed, picked up her small backpack and walked out of the door.
Pulling up in the alley behind the museum, she checked her equipment one last time. Pulling out her phone, she sent a quick text, “I’m here. Check in - 1hour, wish me luck”. Leaving her car unlocked she crept towards the museums side entrance, and her intended target – the employees bathroom window. Tucking her long hair into her black skull cap and securing her backpack she jumped for the windowsill. Wriggling through the narrow gap left by “someone” leaving the window ajar, she dropped lightly to the floor.
Making her way to the door she checked for the guard, knowing full well that he shouldn’t pass this way again until she was safely out of the building. Creeping quietly down the hall and into the main exhibit she stopped in front of the large glass case containing the jars. Taking off her backpack and pulling on her leather gloves, she disabled the alarm. Reaching into her bag she takes out a wooden box, placing it ready on the floor beside her.
Quickly removing the jars from the case, she laid them carefully in her box. Making sure she’d left the room as she found it, minus the jars, she ran swiftly back the way she came. Safely back in her car, she removed her gloves and hat, turned on the engine for heat and opened the box.
“Well, hello pretty things.” She said, running her finger over the eagle-headed jar. “Time to get you home.”
Dropping her things back on the motel bed, she carefully placed the little box containing the jars on the table. Grimacing she took out her phone, checking the time. A little late, but not enough to call in the dogs yet. Hurriedly she sent her second text. "I'm back. In one piece too. Now go to bed."
Moving round the room, she gathered things for a quick shower before bed. Turning the knob and setting the water running, she returned to the living room and opened the box. Taking the statues out of the box one by one, she inspected them carefully before lining them up one by one on the table.
"You really are excellent specimens." She muttered quietly. "If I could, I'd keep you for myself. Unfortunately... " here, she reluctantly placed them carefully away, "... I can't."
Turning she walked back into the now steam filled bathroom, and ten minutes later climbed into bed.
Kat's phone alarm went off the next morning and she rolled over with a groan. Dear God, did she feel tired. It wasn't that hard a job last night. There were no chases, no hanging from window ledges. In fact, it was one of the easiest ones she'd done in a long time. She raised herself slowly to her elbows and reached to turn the alarm off. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she shrugged internally. Maybe she just needed coffee.
"That's all it is, kittyKat." She told herself. "Lack of caffeine. Go get some coffee. Nice strong coffee and you'll be right as rain." She chuckled. "Apart from the talking to yourself thing. Better not start doing that in public."
Grinning to herself, she pulled on clean clothes and walked to the door, sending another quick text.
This was the first time ever Hayley had seen San Francisco. She felt the butterflies in her stomach as she saw the blue water in the San Francisco bay, and she had to remind herself to keep her eyes on the traffic. The soft buzzing from the phone on the car seat beside her, told Hayley that she'd got the text she had been waiting for.
After the case in Texas, Hayley had decided she needed some vacation. There had been no news regarding Evan, only some scolding from her uncle (because she had ignored him in the Texas case) and then the text from Katje, telling her she was in San Francisco. It didn't take much persuasion from Kat, to convince Hayley that she needed some vacation by the bay.
The two girls had known each other for some years. It was thanks to Hayley’s uncle that she knew Kat, and it was because of their friendship, that Hayley didn’t feel completely alone on the road. A minor tradition had formed between them; they always met for coffee or lunch, if they were in the same area. She looked at her phone and decided that a quick look on the text wouldn’t harm.
I’m here. Check in - 1hour, wish me luck
So Kat was already there? That could only mean one thing; Hayley figured that she was working on something, and she knew that her friend needed to be focused on whatever job she was about to perform. Coffee had to wait to tomorrow.
The motel room was nothing to get overly excited about, but it was okay considering the price. She had been waiting for the next text from Kat, not wanting to go to bed before she had checked in.
I'm back. In one piece too. Now go to bed.
Relief. Hayley smiled to the phone and dropped down on the bed. For a moment she considered to call her, but she knew that Kat was probably tired. Instead she decided to take a shower and go to bed. After some days on the road, she needed a long shower and a good night’s sleep.
The next day, Hayley found herself ordering breakfast at a small sidewalk café. It was one of those days where the weather was beautiful and sunny, without being unpleasantly hot. She ordered some food and an Iced Chai, and made her way to one of the small tables outside. The buzzing sound from her phone told her that Kat was awake and she quickly replied.
At a café between Mason St & Taylor St. Your coffee is getting cold
Send. Hayley took a sip of her Iced Chai and waited. As far as she knew, Kat stayed in the area, and it shouldn't be long before her friend showed up. It was nice to be able to just sit and enjoy a breakfast without having to do research for a case, or wonder how to get ectoplasm off of her pants. It was only her, the sun, the Iced Chai and the three pancakes in front of her. The only thing missing was the company of Katje Kanto.
The reply came as she was climbing into her car and she read it quickly before starting her engine. The car turned over sluggishly and Kat wondered for a second if the car was as tired as she felt. It was weird as she didn’t feel ill, exactly, just drained. Shrugging internally at her train of thought, she pulled out into traffic.
It was a lovely sunny day and Kat started running through things she and Hayley could do that day. This was something she’d been looking forward to since she’d told Hayls where she was going to be and persuaded her friend to meet her. She wondered how Hayley was doing and was excited about catching up. She knew the basics of Hayley’s work and knew how tiring it could be, constantly on the move, head buried in old newspapers so wanted to have a few options ready. Although, she grinned to herself, it might be prudent to avoid the museum for a while.
The warm sun through the windows was having a soporific effect and Kat turned on the stereo, hoping that singing along would keep her awake. She hoped she wasn’t coming down with something, because, seriously? Bad timing. Shaking her head and singing along she quickly made her way to the cafe where Hayley was waiting. Pulling in, she climbed out and locked the car.
Spotting her friend sitting at an outdoor table she motioned to the waitress for coffee and called out. “Hayley, I missed you.” Grinning, and trying to inject some of her usual cheer into her voice she made her way the short distance to the table. A few feet away, she felt her leg give way and she stumbled, falling to her knees. Feeling a little stunned at the lack of her usual grace, she pulled herself to her feet throwing Hayley a sheepish grin.
“Sorry ‘bout that, must’ve caught my foot on something.” Playing it off, she walked the rest of the way carefully and sat down.
Already from afar, Hayley could see something was off about Kat. Her friend didn’t move with the same grace as usual and she seemed like she lacked energy. Maybe she was tired? She had checked in late, last night. No, Hayley decided it had to be more than lack of sleep. In her memory, Kat had always been bubbly and happy, all of which seemed to come naturally to her, but not this time. Something about her smile made the young huntress frown a little.
“I missed you too, kittyKat” she said with a warm and yet concerned smile. Hayley just managed to say the words before Kat stumbled and fell to her knees. Too stunned by the sight, she just sat there on her chair, not even standing up to help her friend. Could she be drunk? Her friend grinned sheepishly, but somehow it didn’t calm Hayley one bit. She had been on the road too long to just relax. In her mind, Hayley begged that this wasn’t an omen of something bad that was about to happen. She hoped was just being paranoid and overprotective.
She carefully observed when her friend sat down and the waitress came with coffee. She poked the pancakes with her fork and looked at Kat. “You’re clumsy today? It’s not like you” she paused a moment and continued; “Did something happen since the last time I saw you?” the brunette said in a soft voice. Even if Kat had been hurt, Hayley doubted she’d tell her, but asking was one of the only ways she could show interest and tell that she had noticed. Caring for Kat (and her few other friends) actually meant a great deal to Hayley, and she somehow knew that her friend knew that too.
The Iced Chai was nearly melted as she emptied the glass. Hayley hoped that Kat would reveal something that could explain her clumsy behavior. Maybe she had twisted her ankle or something? It felt like a cold chill went down her spine, and her hunter instinct told her that she was wrong; it took more than a sprained ankle to mess with Kat’s grace. Somehow, something must have happened to her friend and no matter if Kat wanted help or not, Hayley was there for her.
Lifting her coffee with hands that shook, Kat considered Hayley’s question. Had something happened since the last time she saw Hayley? Knowing Hayley was a caring person and wanting to reassure her, she looked her friend in the eye and shook her head.
“No, nothing. I just woke up really tired. I hope I’m not coming down with something.” Kat continued to mull things over in her head while she spoke to her friend. “...and oh, I did a quick job last night, an in-and-out thing. Picked up these ever so cute Egyptian canopic jars. You know, with the body parts supposed to be in there? Shame I can’t keep them.” Kat grinned ruefully at Hayley.
Finishing her coffee and looking over to see that Hayley was almost finished, Kat called the waitress over and paid the bill. Looking around and not seeing a cloud in the brilliant blue sky, she turned to Hayley.
“Do you want to go for a walk? It’s lovely out and I’m sick of motel rooms.”
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A little while later, both girls were strolling down the street, alternately talking and window shopping. Kat kept pointing out hideous bags and tops and telling Hayley, in an over loud voice, how much she ”absolutely adored this one”.
In truth, she was feeling ever more tired and drained and hoped that she was keeping her friend distracted enough that she wouldn’t notice how Kat was slowing down the longer they walked.
Stopping in front of some glamorous clothing store, Kat suddenly grabbed Hayley’s arm, pulling her friend round.
“I don’t feel so good.” She said quietly. Then her eyes glazed over.
"Wawd an aghtnm hthh alhyah kma baldy."
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she dropped to the floor.
Their eyes met, and Hayley knew Kat tried to convince her that everything was normal. A small smile found its way to her lips, as her friend mentioned the job. Something they could always talk about.. their jobs. As Kat spoke, Hayley ate her pancakes and tried not to think too much about the entrails packed in jars. She had seen canopic jars before at museums and she remembered the beautiful carved animal heads. She lay down her fork as she finished her pancakes and nodded to her friend as she suggested the walk. “The weather seems nice.. It’s a good idea” Hayley said with a smile.
San Fransisco was nice, and Hayley was glad that Kat was patient enough to window shop with her. Dresses, shoes and other stuff caught her attention and she had to restrain herself, not to stop and look every time she saw something she liked. Her friend on the other hand seemed to take the window shopping a little less serious, as she pointed out the weirdest stuff and kept telling how much she adored it. It made her laugh, as always when they spend time together.
The sunny weather seemed to add to her mood and she was filled with joyful energy. Colorful dresses, high heeled shoes, bags, stomach filled with pancakes and iced chai, Kat by her side, bright smile. Life seemed wonderful and for some blessed minutes, Hayley forgot everything about boogiemen in the dark, ghosts and burning bodies.
They stopped in front of a glittery and expensive clothing store when Kat suddenly grabbed her arm. She got pulled around by her friend, who suddenly seemed more pale and weak than at the café. The huntress looked concerned at her friend and was about to ask what was wrong when Kat started to speak. “I can get you back to your motel room” she said but was interrupted by the rubbish Kat suddenly said, before she felt to the ground.
A scream escaped her lips and she quickly kneeled by her friend; “Kat?! Kat, please wake up” her panicking voice shouted. People started to gather around them and Hayley desperately yelled for someone to call an ambulance. The audience was more or less stunned and looked bewildered at her, but finally a man took up his phone and started to dial 911.
It felt like ages before helped arrived and the huntress used the time to think back, trying to figure out what was wrong with her friend. If this was a regular case, her first guess would be the canopic jars, but of course, this could be some regular illness too. As the ambulance arrived, Kat was placed on the stretcher and they started to give her oxygen. To Hayley’s relief, her friend wasn’t dead but fainted and they allowed her to follow her friend to the hospital.
At the hospital, she called the only person she knew was able to help, however, her uncle didn’t pick up and she left a message on his voicemail. Next.. The Rabbit’s Nest that according to Evan’s diary, was a place where many hunters stopped by. She knew the bartender there, the girl Hatter.
“Pick up, pick up” Hayley mumbled as she waited, pacing the floor of Kat’s hospital room. As soon as the phone was picked up, she started speaking, not giving the person in the other end a chance to interrupt.
“I need help.. Seriously I need someone who’s an expert on..” She peeked at Kat and stopped for a brief second. “Someone who knows about not so normal illnesses.. Caused by..” what was the right word for this? “.. Hunter stuff, or magic or something like that” she finally agreed to herself that this had to cover Kat’s condition. Her voice didn’t sound as panicking anymore, but she still talked fast; “Please.. I need help on this. My friend is at the hospital in San Francisco and I need someone who knows about this stuff” she pleaded.
After the case with Not-Actually-Natalie, Hatter didn't expect to hear from the girl again. She had rushed off rather quickly once the job was done. Hatter expected that much, not many stuck around. The bartender was polishing the countertop when the phone rang. She shoved the rag into her pocket, leaning the phone on her shoulder. "Hel-"
[indent]"“I need help.. Seriously I need someone who’s an expert on... Someone who knows about not so normal illnesses.. Caused by.... Hunter stuff, or magic or something like that. Please.. I need help on this. My friend is at the hospital in San Francisco and I need someone who knows about this stuff” [/indent]
Hatter blinked in surprise at the voice. Hayley? And she was actually calling her for help? A friend, someone Hatter had probably never met before. Hunter stuff, magic..... The witch's mind kicked into overdrive. She didn't have any hunters that knew enough about illnesses, or that she trusted enough to ask for a favor. Other witches were out of the question, seeing as most of them were busy bleeding on people. That left...her. But what if Hale hunted her once she found out what she was? She'd have to move, leave the bar, leave everything... but if she didn't this girl could die. Hatter pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes.
"Calm down. I'll send my best. It'll take a while for them to get there though. About...." The barkeep did some quick math. "The day after tomorrow. Once they get there, they'll call you, and you can tell them where you are, okay?" Hatter stayed on the line a bit longer to reassure Hayley before hanging up. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. This was going to be dangerous.
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The galaxy van rolled into a motel parking lot two days later. The little witch driving it was tired, but not exhausted. She reached over to the glovebox and pulled out an herb and her cell phone. While she chewed on the leaf, she sent a quick text to Hayley.
If someone knew a hunter who could help her (when she couldn’t get a hold of her uncle), it would be Hatter, the rather special bartender at The Rabbits Nest. Hayley felt so grateful when she picked up and her babble only seemed to stop when Hatter started speaking. "Calm down. I'll send my best. It'll take a while for them to get there though. About...." the other girl paused like she needed to count on her fingers or something "The day after tomorrow. Once they get there, they'll call you, and you can tell them where you are, okay?". Only an idiot nods as an answer to someone in the phone , Evan had once told her that and yet here she stood, nodding to Hatter in the other end, like she could see her.
The other girl hung up before Hayley could tell her how grateful she was, but it didn’t matter as she could call when all this was over, or maybe send Hatter a gift as a thanks.
Hayley had spent every waking hour on the hospital at Kat’s side. The doctors didn’t seem too satisfied with this, as she wasn’t family or anything and they feared that Kat’s condition got worse from the stress of having a visitor. Finally, after two days where Hayley had nearly lived on the hospital, they had decided to cut down on the visiting time from the young hunter, to two hours each day.
It was then she had decided to break in to Kat’s motel room to get a look at the canopic jars that Kat had mentioned. She felt bad about it as she entered the room, and she hoped that Kat wouldn’t get mad once she woke up.
It didn’t take long to find the canopic jars and it took even less for Hayley to recognize them. The picture in her history book from high school was (thanks to her photographic memory) printed in to her mind and she shook her head; “Kat, damn it.. Stealing from a museum?” she sighed and was careful not to touch the jars. The small burglary adventure was interrupted at the beeping sound from her phone, and Hayley made a little jump.
The text was from.. She looked at the display in wonder and frowned. The name of the display was ‘Hatter’ and Hayley feared that the bartender had texted her to tell that no help would arrive. The went through her possibilities in her mind before she opened the text..
I'm here, where are you?
What? Hatter was here? In San Francisco? Hayley was confused as she quickly let her fingers slide over the screen on her phone.
Mayflower Inn. Room 13. Be discreet
She was about to press send, but decided to delete the words. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to meet Hatter in Kat’s motel room, where Hayley had just broken into. She thought about it for a second; she hadn’t broken the door in, but lent the keys from Kat’s pocket, and whatever help Hatter brought, the person would have to see the jars as fast as possible. She wrote again:
Well, okay then. The witch swallowed the leaf before grabbing another one and popping it into her mouth. She thought the woman in trouble would have been in a hospital but...maybe her condition had improved? Hatter swung the bus around, heading for the Inn.
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It took her thirty minutes to even find the damn thing. All of the buildings in San Fran looked the same to her. She parked her car out front, grabbed a bag full of various witchy tools, and ran up the stairs to the room. "Guh...too...many...stairs." Hatter knocked right under the '13' sign before opening the door to the motel room.
"Look, Hale, I know I'm probably not what you were expecting," Hatter called out, not even giving Hayley time to say anything. Hatter expected her to be surprised, at the least. Angry, perhaps. "But I know what I'm doing. More than any-"
It felt like she had walked into an oven. Not hot, but supercharged. Hatter stumbled, blinking rapidly. "What the hell?" She walked on until she found Hayley standing in front of a couple of old jars. It was obvious that they were giving off the weird interference. The crusty old things basically oozed bad mojo, and it was a wonder that Hale didn't seem sickened or uneasy at all about them. "What are those?"
In the hospital, Kat stirred groggily. Her head ached and her mouth was dryer than the desert in a drought. She lifted her hand to rub her eyes, and something pulled at her arm. Her last conscious thought was, "What the...?" before she drifted off again.
Some time later, wakefulness once again visited. This time Kat made an effort to remain alert. Or, as alert as she could be, considering she felt like she'd been on a three day bender. Carefully, she took stock before trying to move this time. Toes, legs, fingers and arms all appeared present and accounted for, although they seemed to weigh several tonnes each. Her head pounded and she could tell through her closed eyelids that it was daytime. Well, that and sounds of movement from without wherever she was.
That was a bloody good point, actually. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was window shopping with Hayley. Oh, Goddess, where was Hayley? Was she alright? Licking dry lips with a dry tongue wasn't the best, but there was little she could do about that right now.
"Hay..." Kat croaked and coughed, the partial word bitten off. She tried again, "Hay-ley?" Coughing once more, she waited but received no reply. Don't panic she told herself. There had to be a good reason Hayley wasn't here.
She tried opening her eyes. Her right eye felt gummed up, but the left opened partially. Bright light stabbed straight through into her brain and her eye slammed shut again. Better prepared this time, she attempted the eye opening again, vision returning as she adjusted to the light.
Raising her hand to rub her eyes brought about the strange pulling sensation she vaguely remembered from before. Squinting down at her arm, she noticed a tube running from the back of her hand to somewhere out of sight. That, and the presence of a white, plastic bracelet clued her into the fact that she was in a hospital.
Waking quickly now, she sat up sharply. Clinging to the side of the bed as her head swam, she leaned towards the cabinet at the side of the bed. Pulling open the door, she sighed in relief at the sight of her clothes folded neatly. Hayley, I owe you a drink she thought to herself as she shakily pulled out the I.V. line and put on her clothes. Looking at the bracelet as she ripped it off her hand, she amended her previous thought of owing Hayley a drink to maybe owing her a night out. The hospital would have a hard time tracking down the fictitious Abigail Merrell that was about to disappear from their esteemed establishment.
Looking out of the window, Kat didn't know if it was luck or Hayley's string-pulling that had her on the ground floor but she wasn't knocking it. Admittedly, the window in the room didn't open, but Kat knew the art of not being stopped was looking like you belonged and Kat was a master of faking it.
Walking out of the hospital was a lot easier than it could have been. So was hot-wiring a car from the car park. Driving was a bit dicey, but the adrenaline rush she had gotten from waking up in hospital had not yet drained. She pulled into the motel car park, parking round the back out of sight.
Now that she was almost, well, home for want of a better word, she was starting to feel the effects of her mad dash for freedom. Tiredness was setting in and all she could think of was getting into bed. Walking slowly, leaning against the wall, she made her way to her room. Trying the door handle and finding it locked, she knocked before sitting down beside it, exhausted. If Hayley wasn't here, she didn't know what she was going to do...
The knock in the door made Hayley jump and she nearly knocked down the canopic jar she was looking at. Somehow she felt lucky for not having touched it, though she had no idea why - these things just gave her a feeling of bad mojo. Okay, it could be room service or something, not necessarily someone who could bust her in the not-really-a-break-in. To her surprise it was Hatter, coming alone.
"Look, Hale, I know I'm probably not what you were expecting, but I know what I'm doing. More than any-"[/color]
Speechless. This word described Hayley Rogers the best right now. She had no idea what to say and she just tried not to let her jaw drop. Hatter had come alone and she said she knew what she was doing? How was that possible? She was a bartender. Anyway, a little help was better than none help at all, and she could really use someone, beside herself, to help Kat. She finally opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the bartender who blinked rapidly.
"What the hell? What are those?"
When she spoke, Hayley’s voice was quiet and filled with concern. She had decided to tell Hatter as much as possible about what had happened that day, why she suspected the jars and who Kat was - without mentioning that her friend was a thief and that these jars were probably gained by questionable methods. It took long to explain about the café, the window shopping and coming up with a decent word for Kat's occupation. “She is kind of a private antiquarian, who knows how to get what the collector wants” ‘In a not so legit way’ Hayley added in her mind, as she didn’t know if Hatter would turn Kat to the police if she knew the canopic jars were probably from a museum, but this time Hayley would let her doubt benefit Kat. She told how she had stayed by her friend’s side, but that there hadn’t been any improvement and how she had decided to lend Kat’s keys to get a look at her room.
Telling everything as detailed as possible (even the small unimportant details) had taken nearly one hour. Hayley had been pacing around the motel room and tried to gather her mind while speaking - she had still no idea why Hatter was there. Was the girl really a hunter like herself? Hayley doubted that, but something about Hatter’s confidence calmed her a little; If she said she could help, she probably could.. maybe she had helped enough hunters to know about this stuff.
A sudden knock on the door made Hayley jump again, and she felt a little embarrassed as she had to seem a little twitchy to her old temporary partner (Hatter). If it was motel employees, she knew she had to act natural and seem like this was really her room. Straightening her back, Hayley walked to the door and opened it softly. At first she didn’t see anyone, until she looked down the hallway. She nearly screamed as she saw the dark haired woman sitting beside the door. “Kat?!” Her voice was shaky.
“Kat, please wake up. Kat, you can’t sleep out here” She continued and shook Kat’s shoulders a little, trying to make her friend wake up.
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The witch listened quietly while Hayley recounted what had happened. Although she didn't know what 'antiquarian' meant, Hatter suspected that this...Kat, wasn't someone of an 'honest' proffession. That being said, neither were the two women in the room. Hayley covered everything in hyper-detail to the point that the witch didn't have any questions to ask. The jars were ancient, egyptian, and aboslutely bubbling that terrible feeling. From what Hatter remembered from high school, the jars were used to store body parts of dead important people. Dead and obviously pissed off important people. This 'Kat' had stuck her hand in a cookie jar, and might very soon get it gnawed off.
The witch made a note to put that in the list of 'Weird things I think of while on a job'.
“Kat?!” Hatter was startled out of her reverie by the scream. She was on her feet in an instant, standing right behind her ex-partner. “Kat, please wake up. Kat, you can’t sleep out here." The energy Kat was giving off was almost identical to the jars. More sickly, broken, dangerous, sure.
"Sick, Hale, sick. Need herbs. No, nevermind, you drag her in here. Lay her out. Be right back." The witch whirled back into the room, grabbed her bag, and found the microwave and sink. Sure, it was unconventional, but whatever worked, worked. She wasted no time in boiling water, blessing it, setting some aside, and began making some herbal concotion. The witch couldn't be sure of what needed to be done until she could fully examine Kat, but a few protective measures could be taken before then. Hatter grabbed her holy water, the tea, and dried herbs packed into a bundle. Her bag of other supplies lay forgotten in the kitchen. "Hold these." Tea and holy water were shoved into Hayley's hands as soon as Kat was lain out. Windows were quickly opened, the smudging stick lit, and protective rounds of smoke were dragged throughout the room. Mind kicking into overdrive, she muttered, "Curse? Possibly. Old jars, old soul, old powers. Who's jars? Who's jars...WHO'S JARS, HAYLEY? Disperse spirit? Solve problem, maybe." The witch blew out the smudge stick and went to the hunter, grabbing the holy water and tea from her. Hopefully, she had some answers.
As Kat sat slumped on the floor, she registered the sound of the door opening and recognised Hayley’s voice as she called Kat’s name. It was alright; Hayley was here. Hayley was safe. Aware that Hayley was pulling on her arm, she tried feebly to push herself to her feet and help her friend get her inside the room and onto the bed.
There was a second voice with Hayley’s that Kat didn’t know. It seemed to ebb and flow, but the tone was calming, kind. Kat wanted it to keep talking. Underneath it all, Kat could feel something else too. Another presence. Dark and malignant, it lurked in the back of her head and Kat couldn’t be sure if the others could feel it. She knew it was dangerous and desperately wanted to warn her friend but her body didn’t seem to want to cooperate.
There was a noise and then a weird smell that made The Other pay attention. It spoke inside her head. A voice like broken glass that grated on her nerves and made her skin crawl.
“No! This one’s mine!”
Kat tried to scream Hayley’s name in warning, but all that came out was a quiet moan. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to force them open. She had to go. Had to get away from the other girls. Get it away. Focussing, she tried to stand. At least, that was the intention. All she succeeded in doing was rolling sideways and sliding off the bed onto the floor. Dazedly she managed to drag herself to her hands and knees. Shaking her head hard gave her some clarity.
“Can’t stay. Gotta go.” She whispered as she ponderously started to crawl towards the door.