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Anderson returned to the table a short time later with two microwaved casserole portions and set them both down, with silverware and napkins, then went to retrieve a pitcher of milk and two glasses, setting them down at the table. He removed his cassock, as to not get food on it, and remembered he still had his shotgun across his back. He pulled the shotgun out of the specially made holster at his back, and placed it on a nearby statue. "Good thing about having a church, always a spare hand around, hey boy?" He joked, and sat at the table, gesturing for the boy to sit, and he began a short prayer with his hands above both meals, thanking the lord for the food and beverages they were about to consume etc. Then his hands retracted and he gestured. "Eat, boy! Nae need to stand on ceremony, the blessing was the only ceremony I need at the dinner table."

Tomoyo's hands pressed down on Cathy's shoulders, showing the strength in her lean, muscular form but not actively trying to push Cathy under the water, just keep her in the bath. A low growl entered her voice, as she says, "You WILL stay down, even if I have to climb on top of you! You are in no shape to be running interference for a bunch of idiots! You are going to stay here, and get your hair done, then you are going to come with me, and you will eat and you will sleep. You need rest, and food to recuperate." The growl left her voice, and she said more softly, "Perhaps I will make it worth your while to stay, hmm?" She teasingly nipped Cathy's ear, and pulled out the hair dye, and a small, battered comb from a shelf. She washed the comb in the water, and began separating the hair in strips, treating them with the dye with a precise, careful and gentle touch. Before long, it was time to rinse, and Tomoyo gently tilted Cathy's head over a drain in the floor, and thoroughly rinsed out her hair. She let go of Cathy's head, and grabbed a bar of soap with rough sand in it for exfoliation, and handed it to Cathy. "Wash, unless you want me to help you." She said the last half flirtatiously, half seriously, since Cathy may well have trouble due to her injuries. (Japanese.. less bashful etc)

Sandro shook his head at the yelling and merely returned to his security monitors, stowing his shotgun under the counter. Tomoyo nervously hurried back to the bath room where Cathy was, and while pulling out the bottle of hair dye from it's box, and getting a rad-away ready for after the treatment, she kissed Cathy on the neck and muttered, "Normally, I wouldn't care too much about the way men are treated, but do you really think all that yelling was necessary? I mean, it could aggravate your injuries, and that sudden running from the bath couldn't have helped. The herbs in your bath are medical healing herbs, so just allow yourself to relax. You're warm, your cozy, your being cleaned, your... girlfriend *Tomoyo shivers slightly with joy at the word* is here to do your hair. What more could you ask for? Now do you want streaks? Or an all over dying? I can do either, my sister taught me how."

Tomoyo was just reaching for the hair dye in the pack, and then there was a gunshot, and Cathy rushed out of the tub towards the source of the noise. Shaking her head in irritation, she followed Cathy, steadying the girl when she skidded on the floor and gazing in confusion at the mess in the bar. Sandro heard Cathy's shout, and remarked, "Those two knuckleheads got it into their heads to beat the living daylights out of each other. I fired my shotgun into the air to try and startle them into knocking it off.. but it was the kid who really seemed to get through to them." He noticed Cathy's toweled, dripping state, and saw Tomoyo with a bottle of some hair product or other, and made a shooing gesture. "Get back in your bath, girl. You're dripping all over the place, and you'll catch a cold. We can handle things here." Tomoyo nodded at the old ghoul, and gently tugged at Cathy's shoulders. "Come on, lets get you back into the bath. You can finish washing, and I can help with this hair dye."

A skinwalker, eh? Anderson thought to himself, his hand briefly brushing against one of his silver throwing knives, and then he forced his hand away, shaking his head. He had just offered hospitality to this young man, there was no way he would kill him. He walked to an old statue which posed with bowed head and outstretched hands, and he drew his bayonets, placing them on the hands of the statue, as well as the belt with the silver knives. He kept his consecrated silver knife, just in case, tucked by his side. He asked, "Far as I'm aware, you would be able to eat normal food too, aye? You don't just need human flesh. I can understand that maybe as a younger lad, ye don't know everything yet. Ye must be what? 17 tops? Now, I suggest ye sit down at the table over here, and I'll get ye some nice beef casserole. There's an old nun who comes in and takes care of the place for me when I'm out, and she leaves food in the kitchen for myself and her when she's staying." He bustled off to the kitchen, cassock flowing out behind him.

Anderson saw the shaggy man looking nervous, and hurrying into the car. Father Anderson got into his car again, and pulled away from the hotel, heading towards his church. As he drove, it crossed his mind that the man had seemed to... sniff the air, before he hurried towards Anderson`s car, and he scratched the stubble on his chin, before remarking, "I couldn't help but notice something, lad. Nae long before you became nervous, ye seemed to smell the air, as if smelling something I couldn't, and then ye hurried to my car. Now, normally I wouldn't think anything of it.. but today has been a rather odd day. Who are you?" Anderson pulled his car towards the back of the church, and pressed a small remote button on the roof of his car. A garage door, concealed behind a curtain of ivy, rattled open, and Anderson pulled his car through into the small converted storage area that served as his garage, closing the garage door behind them. He looked at the shaggy man in his car, and mused, "More importantly.. what are you? Ye aren't a werewolf, I can spot them a mile off, but ye aren't human. However, since ye don't fit into the Werewolf, Vampire, or Demon categories, I'm not bound to kill ye. So tell me, who and what are you, that I am offering hospitality? Fair question, don't ye think?" Jennie noted Deuce's odd behavior, but did not remark on it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nz_QRkwyQ0 Found a clip of a fight involving the character I based Anderson off of and Alucard, that`s how he fights, minus the bullet resistance.. and the infinite knives.. and the glass breaking... that`s all because it`s Anime.. but more human strategy..

Sandro heard Axelle's yelled question, and smirked. He turned to the kid and said, "Kid, you really shouldn't be up and about right now, you should be more careful. However, since you ARE here, perhaps you could help talk some sense into these knuckleheads. I tried firing a shot into the air, but that only seemed to damage the ceiling, and left my security monitors unwatched." He smiled at Axelle, and blew a mouthful of pipe smoke over the combatants.

As Anderson turned around to check nobody was behind his car, he noticed a shaggy man standing nearby, hand in his pocket. Anderson exited his car, and walked over, cassock blowing in the wind, and waved at the man. "Hey, you! Are ye sure you can afford to be staying here? I can offer ye a bed at the church I live in, if ye need a place to stay." Although Amber had known the Shaggy man was a Skinwalker, Anderson, having never encountered them before, did not.

Damn it. Looks like I have to declare this RP officially dead due to lack of interest in the topic. Thanks for coming out etc.

Oh dear. I'm afraid this RP may be dead from lack of interest. Nobody posts, nobody interested in this RP anymore. Such a shame. Well, unless things pick up, this RP is officially Dead. Thanks for coming out etc.

Jennie shook her head. "I don't think we should kill him, as much credit as that gives. He doesn't seem to want to kill us, else he would have done so already, silver bullets or no. Werewolves are bloody hard to kill, from what I've read." Anderson finally tracked down his car, a 1956 Chevrolet Impala, white with chrome rims and bumpers, and a Crucifix hood ornament, a gift from a man he saved from a bunch of vampires years ago. He started the motor, and got ready for the drive to the Church.

You could.. encounter Father Anderson maybe? Either in human or dog form, he's never encountered a skinwalker before, so he'll be kind to you. Tell him you need a place to stay, no money etc, and he's semi honor-bound to offer you hospitality. Like the old Arab custom, ask to be their guest, no honorable man can refuse.

Anderson sighed. He took a notebook from a pocket inside his long cassock, and wrote down the phone number for the church he lived in. "There's the number for the church. I have to go there, make sure everything's where it should be, I haven't been there in ages. The bunk room is open to you to sleep in, should you desire it. I have more than enough room to protect you all. Plus, you'd be sleeping on hallowed ground, consecrated and safe. Safer there than most places. Call me if you find anything out about this Alpha. I will gladly join the hunt for this beast, it sounds like worthy prey." He bowed to everyone, then left the apartment, and went to find where he parked. Jennie remembered something, and went to Raven. "Hey, Raven, can I have my knife back?"

Echo! Where is everybody? Thought I'd throw in a few funny clips to get everyone's attention. Both from Supernatural, warning, I think one has the word B*tch in it once. and

I'll go along with it.. for now. I'm not happy, but I have no real choice in the matter. If Mike indeed said it was OK, I'm overruled. Please be civil and whatnot, and I will do the same. Also, *crack neck* got a problem with my sister having a pierced lip? :P

Tomoyo's only response was to retrieve some medicinal herbs from her bag that she had planned to use on Healing Powder, and crushed the dried herbs into the hot bath. She also squirted some of her shampoo into Cathy's hair, scrubbed it out, then dumped a small bucket of water over Cathy's head, and repeated this once more. Once she was satisfied with Cathy's hair, she kissed the woman on top of the head and collected the clothes that Cathy had left on the floor. "I'll get you some new ones. I found some good ones in one of the rooms. I'll leave your body to you, unless, you want me to help." She winked at Cathy, and left the room. She tossed the underclothes into an oil-can fire on her way, and retrieved some clean ones from one of the other rooms, these were a simple, frilly white, but they would serve. Returning to Cathy, she reentered the bath room and left the underclothes on a chair. "There. They're clean, and I'm pretty sure they'll fit you." (Note, The Japanese are raised to be less bashful about bare bodies, as there is not a lot of privacy in Japan. Tomoyo may not have grown up in Japan, but lived with a family and had traders stay sometimes at her family home, she is a little less.. ashamed of her body than most.)

I agree to behave, but I have one request. Please tone Sarina down. I may not run this, that's why it's a request, but I find that it's kinda unfair to have a character able to shrug off bombs by sleeping and using some specially formulated stimpaks. I am wording this non-confrontationally, and politely, and I hope that it will be responded in the same manner. Mutated or not, she should still be at least movement impaired, stiff and sore. I mean, Sandro, my Ghoul, can regenerate and heal wounds within moments in high radiation. It still hurts like heck, and slows him down. So please, see what you can do to tone her down. Or don't. Either way, my point is raised.

GOOD NEWS EVERYONE! KAYLA AIN'T OUT PERMANANTLY! Ahem.. sorry about the caps. However, Kayla has agreed not to quit the RP, but I dunno about her management. I'd assume that Mike and Flipout still run this.. as Dante put it I believe.. Circus.

I think she MIGHT return later on. So keep posting and keep at it, there's still hope yet. For now, I think she has some things to work out. Let her be for now, if she wants to rejoin, she'll do so when she's ready. If not, I can offer to remake this RP if it goes down, offering Flipout a co-management, and that way she can just be a player, rather than be responsible for breaking up fights, and keeping Me in line :P

Tomoyo could smell the unwashed smell Cathy was giving off, but her relief at the fact she was indeed loved made her not care. She pounced on Cathy, kissing her, and pulling the woman closer, trying to convey all the feelings she had towards Cathy to be transmitted through the body contact. (I'm behaving, Cathy may have no top on, but I'm keeping posted intimacies to kissing only, as promised) Breaking the contact, she finally noticed how bad Cathy smelled, and turning slightly, she pushed Cathy gently towards the bath. "You smell, sweetie, and not sweet at all! Take a bath, and maybe we'll continue this later."

Good News, everyone! DemonLady's Ban was lifted! She submitted her appeal, and it successfully went through! Looks like she's not out of the game yet, folks!

She's submitted an appeal (I have her on yahoo messenger) so don't count her out yet. She says I got control of Cathy for the time being. Any Dialogue of Cathy I will probably ask her first, (because I don't know the character as well as she does) so yeah.