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"Excuse you, buttmunch, but do I look like Twilight Sparkles to you?" Enerjak growled at Archer. "I'm sorry, I don't know what a Twilight Sparkles is. Is it some kind of yoga move or something Sparkler?" Archer replied. He is a little behind on pop culture references in this decade.
"How good are you with those?" Runner asked. "This good enough?" Archer said as he fired a voice activated exploding arrow straight up in the air, and it attached perfectly on the Tanker's forehead, all while he was looking Runner in the face and not even glancing at the Tanker. "How's that for you Jumping bean?"

She had a pouty look on her face and she slipped the binoculars on her person and then latched onto his forearm. "You don't remember me?" she asked curiously. "You should. We were ever so close you and I. It hasn't been the same without you Zadkiel." Her tone sounded playful, but her look was dark and menacing. Tyson's eyes widened when she mentioned Zadkiel. 'How does she know about Zadkiel?' he thought to himself.
"I'm sorry sweetie but you must have me confused with someone else." Tyson replied, trying to remain calm, but the look she was giving him and her squeezing on his arm didn't help any. "If you want I can help you find, Zadkiel was it?" Tyson said. 'Maybe she is confusing me for someone else. This could be a huge coincide for all I know.' Tyson thought to himself, but deep down he knew it wasn't just some random thing.

Day:Tuesday 3/6 Noon​

Russell finally reached the Den. "What's that smell?" he asked as he rowed the drivers window down. "Just get the SUV in here. I swear if you scratched it, I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth!" Cole replied, as he opened the hanger door. Russell smoothly drove the SUV in the hanger. Cole looked around the empty field the hanger was in to make sure Russell wasn't followed, he didn't see anything so he closed the hanger doors.​

"I've got some questions." Russell said as he got out the SUV. "I'm sure you do but first things first, let's get you a drink." Cole said as he went into the kitchen and poured some more of that stuff in a glass. "Um what is that?" Russell asked cautiously. Before Cole answered him, he got a pitcher of water out of the frig. He put both the glass and pitcher on the table. "Ok Russ, drink the glass and I'll explain everything." ​

Russell sniffed the glass, it smelled like rotten eggs, cat pee, and skunk musk. "You expect me to drink this?" Russell asked. "Just drink it!" Cole yelled as his eyes flashed red, then back to normal. Russell then chugged it, when he was done he was coughing uncontrollably. Cole gave him the pitcher of water, Russell downed the whole pitcher, spilling more then he got in his mouth.​

"What is wrong with you?!" Russell yelled as the taste finally went away. "Let's see I'm a werewolf, I'm too sexy for my own good, and you could bounce a nickel off my ass. So not much." Cole replied with a grin, and handed him a towel. "That stuff may just save your life. It's a cloak, now nothing with enhanced senses can track you. Well unless it's me." Cole explained. "Now any more questions?" Cole asked. "Yeah, the bite does it cause hallucinations? I saw some cop, but when I looked closer, he was someone else. A girl, about my age." Russell asked as he wiped the water off his shirt. Cole's eyes began racing around, he knew what he was talking about. "A face-stealer? Well their official name is Shape-shifters, they are little like us. Supernatural beings. Don't worry they can't turn into us, the Supernatural is impossible to mimic. But if one is here....something's wrong." Cole said, he didn't even know why he was here in Gelamen City, it stands to reason that other things will be drawn here too. "Ok, does this have anything to do with you thrashing my school?" Russell asked. "Drop it, I don't want to talk about it. It shouldn't affect you anyways. Anyway your not Jewish or planning to be buried in a Jewish cemetery are you?" Cole said quickly changing topics, he knew Russell wasn't ready to deal with Martian, and he wasn't ready to talk about it. "No, sorry no Jewish werewolf here try Boston. Why do you ask?" Russell replied. Cole gave him a devious grin.​

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this!" Russell said as Cole began rubbing his back with alcohol. "Shut up, this won't hurt a bit......no wait a regular tattoo wouldn't hurt, but a regular one would just heal off. So this will hurt, a lot." Cole said as he gave him a belt to bite down on. "This needle is sliver tipped, and the ink is laced with wolf's bane, it nullifies our healing abilities. So it will stay on." Cole said before he pressed the needle on his left shoulder.​

After about 30 minutes of Russell screaming in pain, the tattoo was finally done. "God I hate you!" Russell said, rubbing the tattoo. "No you don't, I'm too adorable to hate." Cole replied. Cole gave Russell a mirror to check his handy work. "Wow, I'm impressed. It's actually good!" Russell said looking at the tattoo. "That tat' there signifies us as a pack. We are family now, brothers. Your problems are my problems now. If you got a problem, no matter how small you come to me, I mean it Russ." Cole said as he put some bandages around the tattoo. "And your problems are my problems too?" Russell asked. "Nope, mine are way above your pay grade kiddo." Cole replied. "I've got another present for you." Cole said as he gave him a cell phone. "If you need to contact me, use this phone. I'll only answer to this. I'll also only call you on this." Cole said, handing him the phone.​

OOC: Here's a cookie if you got the Jewish werewolf reference!​

"Officer, I could use some help." A brown haired girl with small wings asked Tyson. She was wrapped in gauze, her hands were tied together with them. Her voice was light and whiney, she was fairly innocent looking.

"Is there something I can do for you sweetheart?" Tyson said with a warm smile, his Texas accent could be heard plainly. He try's his best to hide it, he doesn't want people to think he's some hick but every once awhile it comes out. "Are you hurt?" he asked looking down at her bandages, he wasn't sure if it was apart of her costume or whatever. He isn't really that much into Fantasy, give him a 'Galaxy Far, Far away' over the Shire any day. "I like your wings, very.....cute." he said looking at her wings. Tyson was still in a bit of a fog over hearing the recording of the plane crash. That and Zadkiel was still going thru his mind.

I now have deeper ridges for ULTIMATE FLAVOR!

Russell was driving Cole's SUV past the high school. He had the window down in the drivers side, so he could smell that his Alpha was responsible. 'Why would Cole wreak my high school?' he pondered to himself. he looked over at the coffee shop Angelina was at. He could smell that something was off about the police form she took, he didn't what. He looked closer at her, with his eyes turning the Gamma yellow. He could see her true form.
Russell quickly closed his eyes and opened his eyes back, they were normal. 'Am I seeing things? Maybe this is apart of the change, Cole will have the answers.' He thought to himself, he may not know Cole well, but he just looked and handled himself like you grew up with him.

The Commissioner walked into the same coffee shop. "Hey Michelle, I'll take the usually." the commission said. He spoke with a real commanding voice. "Sure thing Commish." the waitress replied. The Commissioner looked around the shop and saw Angelina as a cop, getting some coffee too. "Hey kid!" He called out to her, he referred to every officer as kid. "Do a old war horse a favor, and take this down to evidence would ya'?" He asked, handing her the werewolf claw that was in a baggy. "I'm not sure what it is, I think it maybe a cougar or bear or a wolf." he said with a warm smile.

Episode 2: Settled​

Tuesday July 2nd 2013​

OOC: Sorry I'm so late with the EP title.​

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"And let there be light!" Cole said as he flipped a huge Frankenstein style switch. The whole Den began to light up. "Ha ah I'm a genius!" Cole said patting himself on the back. The place was really starting to look nice. He had a few couches set up next to a large screen TV, he had a kitchen stuff up, and some crates and gymnastic equipment for training.​

Cole moved over to the frig, and grabbed a few jars of stuff from it. Cole was reading from a musty old leather book and was sniffing the jars he got out. He began pouring the jars in the blender. After he was done blending, he sniffed at what he made, it smelled horrible, it was prefect. He poured the blended stuff in a cup. "Well bottoms up." Cole said to himself as he chugged it down. It was so nasty, he almost up chucked it. But he forced himself to keep it down. After he drank it all, he ran over to the sink and turned the foist on and poured the water in his mouth.​

After he finally got the taste out, he made some more of the stuff. After he made a few pitchers full, he walked outside. He began to go around the hanger, pouring the pitchers as he went. "There, now I'll be safe." Cole said as he finished.​

"Uggghhhh." Russell said as his alarm woke him up. Russell just unplugged it. He got up and removed the bandages that Cole put over his bite mark, they were surprisingly well dressed. When he got it off he saw that the mark was gone, it fully healed. Russell looked at it amazed, 'Did it actually work? Am I a werewolf?' Russell thought to himself. To test it out, he picked up a pair of scissors. He used it to cut himself on his arm, it almost instantly healed. "Cool!" Russell said quietly almost forgetting his parents were asleep.​

Russell quickly got dressed, and just jumped down the stairs. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of notebook paper. He wrote down that he'd be home late tonight, and not to wait up. Russell got straight A's in school, never got in trouble, so his parents were pretty trusting of him. Russell grab Cole's SUV keys, and decided to go to the Den early.​

Back at the high school Cole and Martian destroyed, the police commissioner stared at the window that Martian jumped out of. "Sir, this is just some punks destroying the school. Probably some gang." One of the cops said to the commissioner. "Well I'm just glad school won't open until few months from now." Commissioner Price said. Price looked down at the floor, seeing a claw that was unattached from Cole or Martian during their fight. Price picked up the claw and put it in a plastic evidence bag.​

Accepted! I'll think about how to add the Cyclops. Also effective the next rp day I will be changing some rules. Well not rules I'm just changing the days. Instead of having 5 days we will be doing 6 days. The first 2 days will be the morning, the next two will be noon, and the last 2 will be night.

Tyson turned to different radio stations, but the all were talking about the same thing, the plane crash. It wasn't until one of the hosts was about to air the air traffic patrol recording did he stop flipping thru the station. He thought this may be interesting."He risessss. . ." Was what the recording said.
Tyson was flooded with a overwhelming sense of dread. It felt like he was having a panic attack. He could barely breath. He had to pull the car the over, it was that bad. "What is happening? Is this....any of this connected to my dreams? What the hell?!" Tyson asked himself.
After a while Tyson got his bearings and continued on to work. When he got to the station, changed and all that good stuff, the chief approached him. "Malone! Your on security! There's some sort of Medieval fair in town. and your doing guard duty." the chief barked. Tyson left and got in his patrol car. "Great, guarding a port-a-potty at a fair of over weight sweaty guys dressed as elves or whatever they dress as." Tyson said has started the car up and headed out.

It was night when Cole and Russell got back to the Den. As soon they got there Cole opened the hanger doors, seeing the furniture had arrived. "This all yours?" Russell asked staring at the piles of furniture. "Yep, welcome to the Den." Cole replied. "Den really? That's the best you can come up with?" Russell said with a slight grin. "You got problem with that" Cole said as he shifted. "Um no it's great! I love it!" Russell panicky said. Cole gave a loud laugh, and smacked him on his back.
"So if you really want the bite. Then pick a arm." Cole said. Russell gave him a nod and lifted up his right sleeve. "This isn't going to hurt is it?" Russell asked nervously. "What do you think!" Cole howled. Before Russell could respond, Cole dove down onto his arm. Russell began screaming in pain as blood began to drip down from his wound. Cole's eyes glowed bright red, much brighter, but the glow seems to go into Russell's arm, moving up his veins until it reaches his eyes. Russell's eyes briefly flash red. Then Cole let's go of Russell's arm, and grabs some bandages for the wound. "That was horrible!" Russell yelled as he rubbed his arm. "Oh nut up!" Cole said.
Back at the tree, the werewolf was waiting there until nightfall. "Finally!" the werewolf yelled. He shifted, his eyes glowing a bright orange. He gave a thunderous howl. He turned seeing the spirit that was near him. And just ignored her. He sniffed the air and smelled a shapeshifter near by, but he had more important matters to tend to then chasing some shapeshifter. He rushed towards the city, running on all fours.
Cole's shifted ears began to twitch. He heard the howl and instantly knew what it was, or who it was. "Martian." Cole growled under his breath. "Ok, make sure your here tomorrow before nightfall. Make sure you do. You can drive right? I've got some stuff that needs to be taken care of." Cole said as he tossed his keys to Russell. "What about you?" Russell asked, knowing something is up. "Don't worry. Just be here before tomorrow night!" Cole replied as he got down on all fours, and began to run.
Cole caught the scent of Martian and followed it to a High School. He stood before the school, sniffing the air. He knew Martian was here. He looked over at the front door, it was ripped open. Cole cautiously entered. After walking around a bit Cole found Martian, at the end a hallway. "Hello pup." Martian greeted Cole with a devious grin. "Leave now and I won't kill you! Even if I should, you Mutt!" Cole yelled back. "Ouch, pup is that anyway to talk to your brother?" Martian said, still with a grin. "You lost that title long ago!" Cole replied. "You know what I want, what I deserve! Now we can do this quietly or roughly!" Martian yelled. "You deserve nothing but a early grave!" Cole yelled.

Spoiler: Fight scene!

Martian shifted, and glared over at Cole. He let out a loud howl that rattled the lockers near him. Cole not to be out done, shifted as well and let out a thunderous howl that rattled all the lockers in the hallway. Martian rushed towards Cole, but Cole punched him in his face knocking him down. Martian quickly got up and landed a few good punches, as did Cole. Cole looked at Martian's arm and saw the tribal wolf tattoo, "I'll rip that arm off and beat you with it!" Cole yelled out of pure rage. Then Martian grabbed Cole by his shirt and began to throw him against the lockers, tearing them up. Cole quickly turned the tables and tossed Martian into some lockers. Cole moved towards Martian, who was trying to get up. Before Cole could capitalize, Martian ripped a locker door off it's hinges. Martian smacked Cole upside the head, the metal hitting flesh echoed across the hallway. Martian continued to hit Cole with the door, hitting his back, face, and abdomen. Martian held the door above his head, readying for another strike. Before he could hit him, Cole kicked him as hard as he could in his knee. Martian dropped the door and staggered a bit. Cole toke this opportunity, he got up and did a sort of jump kick, knocking Martian to the ground. Cole began to kick, punch, and claw at Martian while he was down. Martian caught a punch and pushed Cole back. Martian got up and just uppercuts Cole into the men's bathroom door. Cole crawled back a little bit into the bathroom to try to gather himself. "Ha! This all you got pup? Pathetic!" Martian yelled as he walked over the remains of the door. "Don't worry, I've got some more fight in me, Mutt!" Cole yelled as he ripped a sink clean off the wall, and bashed Martian with it, instantly braking it. Cole grabbed Martian by the neck and thru him into the mirror that was above the sink he ripped of, braking it. Cole then thru Martian into a bathroom stall, braking the door. Cole growled and moved towards him. Martian used all the strength he could muster for one last punch, and sent Cole sliding on the floor towards the wall that the sink was. Cole was soaked from the water that was coming out of the pipes of the sink he ripped off. Martian leaped over at Cole, and grabbed him by the neck, and Cole secretly grabbed a shard of the mirror. Martian pulled Cole up above his head, his claws digging into Cole's neck causing it to bleed. "I should be the Alpha not you!" Martian yelled. "Well you should have killed Tommy yourself then!" Cole said gasping for breath. "I won't make the same mistake twice!" Martian yelled with his claws digging deeper into Cole. Cole then takes the shard of mirror and stabs Martian in the side. Martian howls in pain, but before he could pull the shard out Cole begins to punch and kick at the wound, causing it to go deeper. Cole gave Martian a powerful uppercut, bringing him to the ground. Martian's blood mixed with the water that was spewing on the floor. Martian try's to get up but keeps slipping on the floor. "Sorry, but I'm the Alpha!" Cole yelled as he stood over Martian. Cole gave a bonechilling howl, that out of pure instinct made Martian back up out of fear.

But before Cole could finish this fight, his ears flick. He hears police sirens off in the distance. Sensing this battle is lost, Martian uses this opportunity. Martian kicks Cole in his knee, and makes his escape. He runs down the hallway and jumps thru the window at the end of it, and flees. Cole more than anything wanted to purse him, but he had to get out of here before the cops show up. Cole growls, and runs out of the front door on all fours and heads back to the Den.
Martian quickly gets back to the tree. He pulls out the shard, and stabs it into the tree. His wounds already begin to heal, but it will take a while. "Next time pup, you won't be so lucky!" He yells out.

"This address? Really?" the clerk at the furniture store asked Cole. "Yeah, at that address." Cole replied. After that business was taken care of, Cole left the store and headed back to his SUV. But before he got in he heard something. He sniffed the air, trying to figure out what caught his senses.
Following his senses, it lead him to a alleyway across the street from the furniture store. In the alley was two rather large guys about 17 years old, pushing another teenager about 16. Cole didn't know what was going on but he didn't like it. "Hey, lug-heads! Won't ya quit bothering that kid and pick on somebody your size!" Cole yelled at the two guys. "Hey this ain't none of your business punk!" one of the guys yelled at Cole. "Hey, if he wants it to be his business, then how about we oblige." the other said with a grin.
One of the guys rushed at Cole. Cole just kicked him in his knee, using his own momentum to bring him down. The guy laid on the ground trying to get up, but Cole hit his knee hard. The other guy tried punching Cole, but Cole's reflexes were to fast for him. Cole grabbed the guys fist right before it hit his face. Cole squeezed tightly on the guy's fist, and twisted it, almost breaking his wrist. But Cole stopped before he broke it. "Leave now!" Cole yelled at the two, with his eyes quickly flashing red.
Cole let go of the guy's wrist, and turns to the guy they were picking on. But the one that Cole kicked in the knee, got up and had a knife. He stabbed Cole in the stomach, Cole could have stopped it if he was paying attention to the guy and not to the bullied guy. After the blade went into Cole's stomach, the two guys left as fast as they could leaving the knife behind.
"Hey you ok? I'll get help." The guy Cole rescued said as he tried to get help. "No, don't! I'm fine. I'm Cole by the way." Cole said as he grabbed the guys arm preventing him from getting help. "I'm Russell, but call me Russ. And you need help!" Russell said. Cole pulled the knife out, and the wound already began to heal. "See, I'm fine. Let's go for a walk, I'd like to talk to you." Cole said as he got up. Russell looked at him, then the none existing wound. He wasn't sure if he should go with Cole, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"So.....what....how did you." Russell said trying to get the words out. "Well, I'm not human if that's what you are getting at. I'm a werewolf." Cole said. Cole wasn't sure why he was telling some random kid this, but there was something different about Russell, something special. "A werewolf? Seriously? So what you turn into a giant wolf on the full moon or something?" Russell said slightly laughing. "Well kind of. My body gains wolf like figures at night. I can shift at will any time at night. I have super strength, senses, speed, and agility. I'd like to give you a offer." Cole said, he realized what was different about him, he is to be a member of his pack. Russell didn't know or understand why Cole was telling him this, or his offer.
"How would you like to be like me? You would be stronger, faster. You'd never be bullied again. Almost nothing will kill you. I can give you the bit. But I'll only do it if you join my pack. I'm not making any 'Lone Wolves'" Cole said, giving Russell his pitch. "I.....yes. I want it." Russell replied. He wasn't sure about this, but he knew he would never get a chance like this. "Good, then let's go to my den and we can start." Cole said as his eyes flashed red.


Another werewolf stands before Cole's markings on the tree. "Finally I found you pup." The werewolf said to himself. "And now I'll be the Alpha!" He said as his eyes flashed orange.

Spoiler: In my time of dying

A very sick elderly man is hastily writing in a old leather journal. 'I fear when my life ends in this form, so shall my memories.' was the first line on top of the page. 'Then will I truly be me in my next form? I can feel it already. My memories, I can only remember the more intense moments. And even then the faces are blank, even mine. Although writing what I do remember In this journal helps.' the elderly man continued to write, with his hand shaking, barely able to grasp the pen. 'I've seen a few of my brothers and sisters who share the same fate as I. Few recognized me. I find myself recalling more and more the moment that Gabriel informed me I was banished. Perhaps I should have chosen to ask forgiveness. But I still believe it was worth it. But I wish my memories would be more vivid about the good times of my lifetimes. And less accurate on the moments of death. Death of my wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, brother, sisters, sons, and daughters to be more precise.' The old man began to couth up blood. 'I realize that any soul who reads this will think me mad, but as long as one reads this, then nothing I have done in my lifetimes is forgotten. Signed Zadkiel' The man finished the page of the journal and shuts the book, lays down in his bed and closes his eyes.

Tyson woke up, gasping for breath. "Man, I need a shrink." Tyson said as he got out of bed. He walked into his kitchen, rubbing his eyes. He poured himself a bowl of cereal, and moved to his couch. He turned on the news channel. The host was less chipper then normal, but of course the only news was the plane crash in Manhattan.
After he ate, took a shower, and got dressed he went on to work.

I just got 'The Last of Us', life=complete.

Archer moved fast when the Tanker fell down. "Well, drinks on me." he said thinking it was over. But of course the Tanker got back up, although it was damaged pretty bad. "Why can't it ever be as it seems!?!" He yelled.
Archer readied another arrow, but before he could fire some guy with a skull like mask and wearing what looked to him like a skin tight latex cat suit came out of nowhere. "What the hell?" he said to himself as he watched skull guy take out one of the wires on the back of the Tanker with some kind of grappling hook gun thing. "Wait........isn't that the Ghoul?" he recognized the guy from newspaper descriptions. And yes Archer still reads the newspaper, he's quirky that way.
"Yo jumping bean! If ya' got any more of those exploding identity discs, then how about we aim for the head? That's the best way to kill anything!" Archer yelled over at Runner. "Let's cut the head off this snake and watch the body flounder!"

That's a pretty good idea, I'll think it over.

"Fine, whatever. I'll kick your ass when we get back to the Roadhouse." Johnny said to Lenny. He was finally calming down. He isn't the sort of hunter who kills anything that's not human, which makes some of the other hunters like to call him a 'Hippy' because of it, then he knocks some of their teeth out and buys them a drink. But just getting telekinectly superplexed tends to make people not think straight, and of course Luce wasn't helping things out.
"Whoever wants to ride with me, come on!" Johnny yelled as he got in his SUV. The roof of his SUV was littered with devil's traps, and a few other symbols that he learned to keep out all the nasty stuff. It also had a few secret compartments that holds small pistols, knives, salt,and holy water, the works. He took Sally out of the back of his pants and lays it in the cup-holder between the drivers and passengers seat.

After a few more hours of shifting through webpages of information about Zadkiel, Tyson found nothing else interesting. Other then him being a one time Ghost Rider villain who used Johnny Blaze to over throw God and basically became the new devil. After that Tyson decides to go to bed, he had work tomorrow.

The only limitations you will ever have are the ones you put on yourself. So go ahead and jump out that window and fly, it shall amuse me.

Accepted!

Turn into a jet, like a boss! Bomb the Russians, like a boss! Fly into the sun, like a boss! Now I'm dead, like a boss!