Ivy Morte
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Post by Ivy Morte on Aug 14, 2011 21:59:29 GMT -5
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[/b] She answered, looking up churches on the little mini computer. About two minutes later, if it took that long, Ivy found one and it was just around the corner. "Turn here quick, I found St. Daphnia's."[/b] She said, pointing to her right since there was a turn coming up. And she was hoping that Zee would see it and turn. Putting the tomtom down, she grabbed her bag and shotgun as she waited for the turn and the car to stop to park. Reaching her hand up to touch her Ankh earring, she was stroking at. Inwardly praying that everything was going to go smoothly. And that when Ivy uses her powers, that Zee wouldn't turn on her like so many hunters did. [/font][/td][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, color: #b89f79; padding: 0px 10px] LOCATION: Mercy Gen Morgue-St.Louis MUSIC: Rest In Peace by Jim Johnson OUTFIT: Corset and Leather NOTES: The real fun begins, huh? *note sarcasm*
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Aug 15, 2011 0:45:36 GMT -5
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The rite itself was simple enough. Zee spread a city map that she'd bought at a gas station out on the ground, set a candle in a glass holder in each corner and lit them with her Zippo. Out of the small duffel bag she carried came a ziplok baggie of a mixture she'd made earlier in the day. St. John's Wort for clarity, sage for cleansing, salt for purity, borage for good intentions. She used the hunting knife on her hip to nick the side of her wrist, a drop into the melting beeswax of each candle. (Zee used Yahrzeit candles for nearly all spellcasting, they were made of purified and sanctified ingredients, came in their own candleholders, and were cheap and readily available anywhere. Her personal faith in God was profound but ill-defined, and while she leaned toward Christian beliefs largely because her parents had brought her up Episcopalian, she believed squarely that holiness from any religion was equally valid.) As the blood mixed with the melted wax and was drawn up into the wick of each candle, Zee dropped a pinch of her ground-together herbs and salt into each candle. The flames started to sputter and spark as she murmured a brief incantation in Greek, a language she didn't actually know but had learned to reproduce phonetically, and then squeezed another drop of blood out over the map.
A small wind kicked up out of nowhere, swirling the smoke and sparks around the falling blood drop, and it sort of....leaned off to one side, falling to the map a good six inches away from where gravity would dictate it should have landed. "There." Zee sounded vindicated as she blew out the candles and slapped an Iron Man bandaid from her bag over the small cut on her wrist. "So...where is that?" She couldn't read the map terribly well in this light, especially since she'd just blown out all her candles.
LOCATION: Church in St. Louis, MO MUSIC: Many Moons - Janelle Monáe OUTFIT: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments NOTES: It's a little sad how much thought I put into these things.
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Post by Ivy Morte on Aug 16, 2011 23:21:35 GMT -5
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Hearing the words in Greek, it made her smile since she was partially Greek. The rest of her was French and German, hence the last name being French for Death. "So...where is that?" Snapping out of her own little world, Ivy went over to the map and could hardly see it herself. So, she snapped her left index finger and thumb once just to make a flame appear in her hand. It gave her the light she needed to see the words. "Reed Court. It's doesn't seem that far from here so, we'll get there in no time." |
[/b] She said, standing up as she waved her hand making the flame vanish. Looking at Zee, she sighed. "Look, I'll explain about the fire later. Just know that I'm one of the good hunters."[/b] Ivy told her, having her eyes closed. Really not wanting to see the hunter's reaction to it. [/font][/td][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, color: #b89f79; padding: 0px 10px] LOCATION: St. Daphnia's Church in St Louis. MUSIC: Too Lazy OUTFIT: Too Lazy NOTES: Poor Ivy.. Hopefully Zee doesn't freak..
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Aug 16, 2011 23:35:31 GMT -5
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And so instead of shouting, shooting, or throwing around holy water, Zee just gave the other girl a narrow look. "You know, there's this fantastic new invention, just hit the market. They're calling it a 'flashlight'." Another moment of silent study and then she stuck out her right hand, all her fingers balled up into a fist except the pinky, which stuck straight out. "Promise me that you're not going to try to burn me to a crispy husk and steal my stuff. Pinky swear."
LOCATION: Church in St. Louis, MO MUSIC: Many Moons - Janelle Monáe OUTFIT: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments NOTES: Every so often the little kid in Zee comes out for a second.
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Post by Ivy Morte on Aug 17, 2011 19:06:00 GMT -5
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[/b] Ivy said, with a smirk before seeing the girl put up her hand. Only have her pinky out. Zee was asking her to pinky swear not to burn her. Ivy just laughed as she shook her head. "You're too much fun to burn."[/b] She explained, wrapping her own pinky around her partner's. "I only burn those who deserve it."[/b] She finished, with a somewhat evil look in her blue eyes. Taking her hand away, she looked at the map again only to type in the street that they needed to get to, into the gps. They couldn't afford to get lost at this rate, they're so close. [/font][/td][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, color: #b89f79; padding: 0px 10px] LOCATION: Church in St. Louis MUSIC: Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning OUTFIT: too lazy NOTES: Ah the lovely memories of the Orphanage!
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Aug 17, 2011 19:57:15 GMT -5
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As they climbed back into the car, Zee let Ivy navigate while she drove. "We need to douse the altar with Oil of Chrism before you light it up. In the glovebox, the bottle that says Nestle Quik." What? It was the intent that mattered, not the container. Besides, cops got weird when you got pulled over with bottles of holy oil and holy water in your glove box next to the registration. Chocolate milk didn't freak them out nearly so badly.
"I've got flashbangs in the shotgun, if the daevas show up I'll keep 'em off you long enough for you to do your burny-burny thing, but you may want to put on your shades. Fuckers are bright, I pay for the good stuff." All business she was, at least for the moment.
LOCATION: Church in St. Louis, MO MUSIC: Many Moons - Janelle Monáe OUTFIT: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments NOTES: My little pragmatist.
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Post by Ivy Morte on Sept 6, 2011 17:59:41 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 800px; background: #050408 url(http://i55.tinypic.com/dhbkuv.jpg) no-repeat center bottom; outline: 1px solid #b89f79, bTable][atrb=style, height: 50px; padding: 0px;] | [atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px 10px 15px; color: #b89f79; width: 335px; background-color: #050408; opacity: 0.8; filter:alpha(opacity=80); border: 1px dotted #7e6642;][atrb=valign,top] "Good to know. I'll try to stay entertaining." Laughing as well, Ivy took her pinkie away before grabbing her bag, waiting for Zee to grab the map so they could head to the place. Within four minutes, the two were back in the car with the blonde pyro leading the way, using the gps instead of the map. Hearing her partner tell her about an oil, Ivy went into the glove compartment and grabbed the bottle. Only to smirk when she saw it was a Nes-quik bottle.
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[/b] She mused, holding it by her knees turning her attention back to the gps in her hands. "Turn left here, Zee."[/b] Ivy told her, pointing to a street that was coming up ahead of them. Right as they took the turn, she heard the burny burny thing that she could do. Raising a brow, her blue eyes turned to the black haired girl. "First time I've heard that.. Burny Burny?" She said, with a smile. It was kinda cute. Most of the time, she felt like a Monster because of it but, with that description, it made it sound good. Like she was just a normal Pyro woman.
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Sept 6, 2011 19:11:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Zee followed Ivy's directions, heading left down the secondary artery. "What, it's a good term for it!" She laughed, shrugging a little and glancing over at Ivy. Calmly, conversationally, "Not too long enough I got stuck in a town full of people infected with the croatoan virus, with a handful of hunters and psychics. Some of that shit's real useful, I'm not gonna knock it." And that was really all she had to say on the matter. Zee wasn't a terribly self-aware person, she didn't spend a lot of time in deep reflection. There'd been a point when she was nervous about the psychic kid but people had vouched for him and as things kept going, she saw just how useful Luke had been. She could see the usefulness of being able to toss fire around even more readily, so since Ivy had pinky-sworn not to light her on fire, Zee was good with it. As they pulled up in front of the anonymous looking ranch-style home Zee killed the engine and shook her head in disgust. "The burbs. You ever notice how often this real dark shit comes straight outta the burbs?" She started loading up, producing one of those massive six-cell flashlights that doubles at a club to add to her armaments. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: En Route, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: She hates the burbs like poison. [/style] |
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Post by Ivy Morte on Oct 5, 2011 20:15:01 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 800px; background: #050408 url(http://i55.tinypic.com/dhbkuv.jpg) no-repeat center bottom; outline: 1px solid #b89f79, bTable][atrb=style, height: 50px; padding: 0px;] | [atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px 10px 15px; color: #b89f79; width: 335px; background-color: #050408; opacity: 0.8; filter:alpha(opacity=80); border: 1px dotted #7e6642;][atrb=valign,top] Ivy could tell that she was going to be good friends with Zee. Both of them were alike in some strange way. The only way that Hunters can connect on and find common ground. They were both sarcastic and has the same taste in clothes and can come up with the same plan and go along with it. "How do you think that Nerd is doing in the Morgue? Bet ya that he's probably screwing a dead cheerleader." |
[/b] Ivy asked, looking over at the girl driving. Her dark painted lips were curved into a smirk when she finished her though. The question had been aching to be spoken on her tongue for the last two minutes. So, she had to let it out. Poor little nerd who has, by now, joined the infamous yet hidden group of Necrophilics. Ivy then shuddered at that thought. Really, that's hard to think about when you spend your life killing the long time deceased. No wonder whoever was caught doing that, was instantly put in the psych ward! Anyway, being pulled out of her thoughts, Ivy turned to Zee when she said something about the suburbs. "Kinda makes me glad I was born and raised in Chicago."[/b] She mused, letting her icy blue eyes look around. "The burbs. You ever notice how often this real dark shit comes straight outta the burbs?""Because bored housewives went to spice up their every day lives and summon a demon. Really, one time I had to get a Incubus because of a horny housewive."[/b] Ivy explained, seeing a house with the light flickering. "And that's not normal in a suburb."[/b] She pointed out, mentioning towards the house. [/font][/td][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, color: #b89f79; padding: 0px 10px] LOCATION: Burbs in St.Louis MUSIC: Worldteen chat on blog talk raio OUTFIT: Corset & Leather NOTES: I'm back Bishes!!!
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Oct 5, 2011 20:42:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Zee crinkled her nose. "I was really hoping he was just locked in the bathroom beating off to the memory of the two of us rubbing all over one another. But hey, thanks for that visual. I'll be toasting to your name as I drink myself to sleep tonight to try to avoid fat-kid-on-autopsy-patient nightmares." When Ivy pointed out the house, though, Zee nodded and she was done with bantering for a little while. "I'll take point, you back me up. That way hopefully I'll be able to keep 'em distracted while you get at the altar." And with that the last of the planning that she seemed to feel was necessary, Zee headed straight up to the front door of the house and pulled her shotgun around, top-loading a Hatton because she was just not in the mood to fuck around with easing their way into the building. The breaching round made a muffled grumph! sound as she shot it into the locking mechanism of the front door, and she immediately chambered the first flash round as she used the flashlight in a classic police-trained cross posture to sweep through the dark house, seeking out targets and threats and just way too focused for making any more cute remarks. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: En Route, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: Focusing down on what's important. [/style] |
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Post by Ivy Morte on Oct 6, 2011 23:08:59 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 800px; background: #050408 url(http://i55.tinypic.com/dhbkuv.jpg) no-repeat center bottom; outline: 1px solid #b89f79, bTable][atrb=style, height: 50px; padding: 0px;] | [atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px 10px 15px; color: #b89f79; width: 335px; background-color: #050408; opacity: 0.8; filter:alpha(opacity=80); border: 1px dotted #7e6642;][atrb=valign,top] Ivy had to let out a good laugh when she heard Zee reply about the poor little nerd. "I was really hoping he was just locked in the bathroom beating off to the memory of the two of us rubbing all over one another. But hey, thanks for that visual. I'll be toasting to your name as I drink myself to sleep tonight to try to avoid fat-kid-on-autopsy-patient nightmares." Her laughing finally died down so, she was able to speak. "Sorry, Zee. Curiosity overwhelmed me." |
[/b] She explained, when the girl parked the car in front of the flickering house. Keeping hold of the bottle filled with holy water, Ivy got out along with some other useful things before closing the door. Catching Zee tell her what to do, Ivy nodded. "Okay. But, let me know and I'll light'em up with my fire. Just to weaken them for a little while."[/b] She told the black haired hunter, knowing that light was there weakness. Plus, even when she would destroying the alter, the fire will slowly dim until it's completely gone. So, that will diffanently be a huge help. With that being said, they went into the house with everything ready. Ivy was following behind, .45 in hand as well as the holy water in her pocket. Now, when Zee blasted through the door, she would have said something but both of them were focused on the job. That and not getting killed because the Monsters they were hunting, are never nice or merciful. Once in the house, she was looking around to see if the flickering was coming for a certain part of the house. And it turns out, it was. It was coming from the dining room. "There."[/b] Ivy whispered, low enough for her Zee to hear her yet not to be heard by anyone who was far off. [/font][/td][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, color: #b89f79; padding: 0px 10px] LOCATION: Burbs in St. Louis MUSIC: Closer by NIN OUTFIT: too lazy NOTES: Killing Time!
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Oct 7, 2011 15:46:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Zee swung the flashlight around in the direction Ivy indicated and saw the shadows flinch away from it. "Mind your eyes." And then she shot off a flasher into the room. She hadn't been kidding when she said she paid for the good stuff, the filler in the jelly rounds was the same blend of magnesium and potassium perchlorate that's used in military flashbang rounds, and the whole room lit up like somebody had turned a floodlight on it. Daevas skittered away from the light, hissing rage and malice, and Zee could barely see through squinted eyelids the altar set up against the fireplace. Convenient. "Do your thing, babe. I got this." She immediately sent another round at the carpeting in front of the fireplace, driving everything back away from that area (and incidentally starting a small carpet fire that she just wasn't worrying too much about right now) and then starting a measured assault of shots along the midpoint of the ceiling, shoving the daevas back every time they tried to chase forward to protect the altar. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: En Route, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: Short because there's action underway. [/style] |
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Post by Ivy Morte on Oct 7, 2011 18:07:47 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 800px; background: #050408 url(http://i55.tinypic.com/dhbkuv.jpg) no-repeat center bottom; outline: 1px solid #b89f79, bTable][atrb=style, height: 50px; padding: 0px;] | [atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px 10px 15px; color: #b89f79; width: 335px; background-color: #050408; opacity: 0.8; filter:alpha(opacity=80); border: 1px dotted #7e6642;][atrb=valign,top] Ivy turned her head away when Zee threw the flash in there. Good thing she did, other wise she was going to be blind for a good while. Turning back, she got into the room as her friend did and was instantly looking around for the alter. Only to hear Zee speak, telling her thing right as she set her eyes on it. "Time for these things to burn." |
[/b] Ivy mused, running over to the alter. Using her powers, she sucked the fire into her hands instead of jumping over it or going through it. Some of her clothes weren't fire resistant so, she didn't feel like having her favorite pair of pants burnt to a crisp. Taking the holy water out of her pocket, she poured it into a circle on the alter with a Cross in the middle. While doing this, Ivy was chanting in Latin with her blue eyes closed. Now, since she was used to gunshots and things of that nature, they didn't faze her or make her mess up what she was saying. When she was focused, she was focus. Nothing could break her out of it. Then, making the sign of the Cross on herself, Ivy opened her eyes as she snapped her fingers causing a flame to appear. Almost like it would if she had a lighter in her hand. Flicking the flame onto the alter, Ivy had to cover her ears from the high pitched screams that the Deavas were making. Turning around, she started towards Zee when one of the things grabbed her ankle making her hit the wood floor. "Die, you shadow bastard!"[/b] She yelled, throwing a fireball at it but, that didn't work at all. It just made it mad and start to crush her ankle with its grip. [/font][/td][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, color: #b89f79; padding: 0px 10px] LOCATION: St.Louis MUSIC: What You Want by Evanescence OUTFIT: Corset and Leather NOTES: Help!!!!
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Oct 7, 2011 19:42:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]The daevas went into a frenzy when the fire hit the altar, the >whoosh!< of the flames going up was followed by the creepy dusty shrieks of the shadow demons and a redoubled attack. Zee whirled and put three more flashers into the altar, the light was blinding and she had to spin immediately to keep from burning out her vision despite the dark sunglasses. Unfortunately, three of the mag slugs so close together was the death of that cheap-ass shotgun and the next time she went to fire at a knot of daevas it locked up, useless. Zee tossed it at the nearest shadow demon, just like happens in every bad fight scene in every movie in history, then started pulling cave flares out of her pocket and striking them. The first one went down next to Ivy, squarely into the middle of the daeva that had her grip. Zee took three deep slashes across her back to do it, but totally worth it to buy them a little time for her to keep striking flares and to shout, "Get it hotter!" It all came down to the altar, it was the only way to end it. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: En Route, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: She's like a foul-mouthed girl scout with boundary issues. [/style] |
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Ivy Morte
I'm a PyroManic, so be nice.
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Post by Ivy Morte on Oct 7, 2011 23:13:44 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 800px; background: #050408 url(http://i55.tinypic.com/dhbkuv.jpg) no-repeat center bottom; outline: 1px solid #b89f79, bTable][atrb=style, height: 50px; padding: 0px;] | [atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px 10px 15px; color: #b89f79; width: 335px; background-color: #050408; opacity: 0.8; filter:alpha(opacity=80); border: 1px dotted #7e6642;][atrb=valign,top] Ivy yelled out in pain, when the grip on her ankle was starting to be too much to handle. Looking behind her as best as she could, she heard Zee say something about getting it hotter. "Coming up!" |
[/b] She answered, forming a huge fireball and throwing it hard and fast towards the slowly burning alter. It didn't help much but, the extra light caused the Deava to let go of her. Standing up and limping over to Zee, she grabbed the black haired girl's shirt and was pulling her towards the opening of the dining room. Pulling out her .45, she aimed it at the gas lights by the fireplace. "Get ready to run."[/b] Ivy warned Zee, before pulling the trigger at one gas light and then the other three. Once they exploded and landed on the alter, the blonde hunter grabbed the black haired hunter and blotted for the front door of the house as best as she could with a partially crushed ankle. The house was now inflames and fiery pieces were falling as they went past. "Shit!"[/b] She cursed, hopping out the front door and onto the lawn. Panting softly, Ivy looked around to see if Zee got out with her safely. She had to say that she like the ebony haired girl too, she felt like a sister already. Despite that she thought she was cute when they were at the mercy of the Morgue nerd. [/font][/td][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, color: #b89f79; padding: 0px 10px] LOCATION: St. Louis MUSIC: Kiss with a Fist OUTFIT: Too lazy NOTES: FIRE IN THE HOLE!
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