John finished his breakfast, and decided to go outside for some fresh air. He missed the Mediterranean weather of Malta still.

Immediately upon leaving the trapdoor, he notice Eliza and Rowan.

"We're going hunting and nobody invited me?" he said. "I'm hurt."

There you are! Finally... damn slackers
Steve said, last part muttering under his breath. He greeted them and turned to Eliza and Rowan.
We're all.. oh sorry John, I guess I did forget you!
He said with a smile, ending up to a smirk and then twirling his lip in awkwardness.

So what's the deal? Are we asking the witches, or maybe check out some Elders? Anything except stand around here and going to that crime scene again, I'm good!

Steve remembered that awful smell in the alley. Like something far more rotten than that man, and he feared to know what it was.
Damn rats and spiders and worms and fog and dirt and garbage and drips of oil and water everywhere, gets into your armor, mucks up your boots....
Steve sighed before realizing he had been talking out loud.
heh-heh

Eliza checked the canister of bolts fitted into her crossbow. This would not be the third time she had gotten a jam. She turned to Rowan nodded and said "Alright me, Rowan and Alyxandyr are out Lycan hunting. Anyone else who wishes to come step forward otherwise we're off."

"Your ceremony will be after we have ourselves a nice lycan in the holding room" whispered Eliza in Rowan's ear. "I will give you time to find your mother, she should bear witness"

Rowan nodded and said "Where to first?" "The Cult of the Moon, most obvious choice. Then we will dig a little deeper. The Loup-Garou of the Cult of the Moon doesn't like other Loup-Garou moving in on his turf. And he claims all of London." Rowan nodded and said "Just a peon?" Eliza nodded "For now, two more days until full moon. So its prime time for the Lycans to be restless. The Cult of the Moon at least have discretion, keeping away from our Sanctuary." Rowan nodded again and said "Last chance folks, whose for Lycan hunting?"

"I'm always up for lycan hunting." said John.

Steve hauled his helmet on and stepped inside the sanctuary.
I'm in, be right back!

At the entrance of the sanctuary, there was a big metal cupboard chained with iron chains. Steve opened it with a key hidden behind a set of drawers by the side and opened the cupboard. Inside was his armor and helmet.

Alright, let's do this!
He said slamming his giant shield over his back and resting the sword cross-ways on his right shoulder, and of course smiling from looking so awesome in front of everybody.
The self confidence almost blinded you from it's gloom from Steve, but he kept his cool while he tried to remember some of the anti-lycan combat moves he had been studying two weeks prier.

Zeke smiled. "Sure, I'll come, no sense being bored around here while you get to have 'fun'." Zeke didn't really like going after lycanthropes, more often than not they were people who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but they were a danger, so he had to stop them.

He pulled his sword from the scabbard on his back, the blade hummed as he drew it into the air. The runes on the sword bristled with arcane energy he had infused himself. Feeling confident in the sword, he sheathed it and proceeded to check his pistols. Both were in as good working order as ever, and he was sure his aim was as good as ever.

He looked over at Karina "Will you be joining us?"

Kane shrugged "I'll come as well, just lemme' grab some more appropriate equipment first." He then dashed off, returning several moments later with a rifle strapped to his back and a vial hanging off his belt

Cedric leaned against the side of the church, watching the others bicker over who was going Lycan hunting, and wishing he was going instead.
Why do I get stuck with the crap stuff He thought to himself.
He sighed and closed his eyes, he knew the real reason why he didn't want to go. Ever since he was little he had been afraid of witches, but he couldn't remember why.

Staying silent, he sneaked his way round the curch until he was only a few feet away from everyone else. Waiting to see who he would be left with.

"If course I will", smiled Karina. She drew her stave and walked towards the group. Karina had never been a fan of hunting lycans, in fact, she wasn't a fact of hunting anything.

Turning for a moment she looked and saw Cedric slouching nearby.

"Are you not coming?"

Eliza nodded at John, Steve, Karina, Zeke and Kane. "Such large force will intimidate the lycans, we will have to be careful." I will have to ask at least one of you to go with Cedric, he must not be alone when facing the Witches."

"I'll go with Ced, I suppose." Alix's voice is raspy, as though he has a throat infection.

Elzia nodded, and said "John you can come with us, you too Steve." Hmm who else will go with Cedric?

Kane raised his hand "I'll go with 'im." He then dissapeared through the doorway, reappearing without the vial or rifle and carrying a compact mirror in his hand

"Fine with me." Cedric said, a confident smile on his face, although he stayed leaning against the wall.
"We're going Witch hunting instead." He said to Karina.

Eliza nodded, the teams were set. "Alright my team with me. We are walking out to the moors to confront L'Arcus." before strapping her crossbow to her belt, pulling her trenchcoat against her to block out the cold wind. Eliza's ears were chilled, so she pulled a knit cap out of her coat pocket and slipped it on over her head. "We'll cut over to Picadilly Circus. Easiest way to the Lycans breeding grounds."

"Looks like I'm going with you, Ced. Lucky to you two, you'll get to see my new weapon first." Alix grinned slightly, spinning around his cane.

"I look foward to it?" Cedric said, looking at the cane with amusement.

Picadilly Circus it is!
Steve nodded and started walking. He started off slow so others might catch up.

"Right, anyone who wants to see what a Witch looks like, meet me at the train station in 15 mins." He said, and started walking off with a slight bounce in his steps. He started humming as he headed towards a nearby Bakers. As far as he was aware, he was the only one who hadn't had breakfast yet.

As soon as Cedric was around the corner he started walking faster, almost jogging until he reached the bakers. He wanted at least 5 mins alone before he had to think about Witches again.

*WARNING! Flashback!*

Eliza thought back to her past as she walked towards Piccadilly Circus. She remembered the day her whole carefully constructed life, her house of cards, came crumbling down.

She was 260, he was 190. And she was madly in love with him. Rowan was everything to her. They had the kind of clinging teenage love she had missed when she was a teenager. Back in the 1500's when the Vampires dominated Europe. Before the Guardians systematically slaughtered all of them. Before they ran away to the New World in 1777. They were wandering around Westminster Abbey, holding hands and skipping along. She was blissfully unaware of where she was when she stopped beneath that gargoyle, pushed Rowan up against the cold stone wall and kissed him deeply...the kind where she was practically tasting his tonsils. She didn't notice she had pressed the brick as he flipped her around pushing her against that wall. When the wall grated inwards and flipped like it was on a spring she wasn't prepared to come tumbling down that steep passage and come to a grating halt in that crypt. Where tombs bore the Guardians scales. High Masters buried in peace in the holiest place to the Guardians. She had stood, shaking and told Rowan she was scared. That was when they stepped out of the shadows. Emaciated creatures, flesh rotting from bone, wax dripping from exposed eye sockets and rotting ears. Tallows that guarded the eternal slumber of the High Masters. They ran as fast as they could and banged on the wall screaming for help. They were lucky Seurat found them. Lucky her heard their muffled screams as the Tallows came closer and closer. How he threw them behind him and rushed at them, trying desperately to protect his adoptive daughter and her rosy cheeked boyfriend. That heavy stone door grated shut, and that was the last she saw of the man she had considered a father to her.

She broke down after that. She cried herself to sleep hoping Seurat would return. She knew he was dead though. She pushed Rowan away, blaming her relationship, blaming her lack of control, blaming everything else but accident. She tried to throw herself off the bell tower of the old church, snapped at friends and withdrew into the Library. Her only company was the Dwller in those tender years of sadness. She drowned herself in her work. She lost herself to the endless murders, rapes, kidnappings and other terrible crimes the supernatural world comitted on the natural. She became jaded to everything, disdaining human rections. She herself became unnatural. Rowan grew distant, started drinking more and more. She watched him turn from strongest warrior she knew to a drunkard who owed money to half of London. She regretted what she had done.

Now here she was 300 years old, her biological clock ticking, her still-young libido screamed in her head to find someone new. But she wouldn't let herself be lost to desire and foolishly end the life of another friend. Her work had overwhelmed her and she no longer knew who she was. She feared for Rowan, his mother's temptations to leave and join her in ruling all of Britan angered her. She felt like the Devil was stealing away the boy she once loved and wanted him back.

*FLASHBACK END! We now return to your regularly scheduled RP*

Eliza turned as she exited the Church and said "Karina, Zeke. Rock Paper Scissors quick I need a fifth person."

Alix follows Ced after getting several cigars, silver bullets, and a black fedora from inside.

"I'd rather go with you, Eliza," Dekres mutters wandering out of the church.

"But if needs be, I guess I can ignore Cedric and go witch hunting..." he trails off yawning.

Karina yawned loudly as the others conversed. She was tired, there was no doubt about that, but she wouldn't be taking a rest anytime soon.

I should have drank that coffee.

The Sanctuary

Jericho looked around,

hmm, I don't think anyone will notice if I just stay here and have some breakfast and maybe a little nap...

Jericho yelled "Any of you Guardians want a full English breakfast?"

No reply.

Hmm, they must all be busy, oh well more for me

He smiled to himself, it must be hard for the initiates to believe he is a two-hundred year old highmaster.

After scoffing down eggs, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes... Well you get the picture. Jericho decided he would catch a little sleep, he was so tired from the night before that he needed to get his strength back.

He yelled once more,

"IF ANYONE NEEDS ME, USE THE COMMUNICATIONS THING!"

He then jumped into bed, with woollen hat and dressing robe still on.

Alix eventually catches up with Ced, looking at him. "Well, you ready to go on a hunt? I feel like a good witch burning." Alix grinned, his brutality was another of his well known traits among the guardians, which seems rather unnerving at times.