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Post by HECATE LACROIX on Feb 26, 2016 12:58:11 GMT -6
 Hecate, Meeting, @open
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In the Land of Gods and Monsters
I was an Angel
Hecate stood over her counter with her hands spread apart on the countertop as she looked frustrated at her book of Gede as she tries to override the curse the Grand Coven placed on her. For years, the three-hundred year-old voodooist was trapped to stay in the vicinity of her shop and for years she has been trying to void that spell the original witches placed on her, but nothing is easy when it comes to those brunette headed wannabe harry potters. The Grand Coven doesn’t like anything they cannot control such as dark magic or voodooism as that was not there creation, but another witch’s creation. The Grand Coven outlawed voodoo because it came be a dark practice that they do not want too many witches having the possession of, but Hecate is from a family that came from Barbados and voodoo was a prominent practice during her time three-hundred years ago.
Hecate flipped a braid behind her back as she stared at her black book, the book that Hecate possess is found only in her shop, she found the black book of Gede when she was in Barbados and it is said to hold the world’s strongest voodoo, although the Grand Coven doesn’t know that. Hecate doesn’t intend on telling the Grand Coven anything about the book she possesses because no doubt they will try and take it from her. The Grand Coven doesn’t understand the power and the range of voodoo magic as Hecate can take it as far as the person, meaning no matter how far the person is the spell will work, at least will still have some effect. When Hecate casts a spell, she casts it with great precision and she takes time in her craft because magic is not an easy thing to do, especially the dark arts, but she does thank her god of voodoo and death, Gede for the deal he gave her all those centuries ago.
Gede in Barbadian culture is the god of voodoo, but he is actually another form of the Devil or Lucifer to the Christians. Both aspects of Gede, Hecate respects and she is one of the many witches that are devoted to him, hell even the Grand Coven had to confess their souls to possess the power they have now, so they are nothing special in Hecate’s eyes. It is safe to say Hecate dislikes the Grand Coven for everything they stand for, mostly because they are hypocrites for wanting witches to blossom in the power of magic, but at the same time limits them from there great purposes as masters of magic. Hecate was mostly punished for her rebellious attitude towards the Grand Coven and not doing the magic they wanted or envisioned. Hecate rolled her eyes as she flipped a page in her book,” Damn diz witches,” Hecate continued,” Only Gede knows when I get mi hands around dey pixie necks…”
The time she has spent in her shop the more time she has to think about the inevitable future and how she could change because the one thing the witches didn’t count on is for Hecate to get smarter and more conniving. Time is precious and time is all what a voodooist needs in order to get someone under her spell, hell she could stop people from leaving her shop if she wanted to, but she would have to bound it to something like the sun or moon, so someone couldn’t leave until the sun rises or the moon rises, just depends on what she wants. Hecate could kill people from her little shop and the Grand Coven wouldn’t even look at her unless it was obvious the works was voodoo, then they will come running to Hecate with various questions and several threats as if she will tell them it was her.
Hecate looked up when she heard the bell of her door ring, she quickly smiled as she closed her magic book and placed it in a shelf underneath the counter. Hecate spoke in her island accent as she greeted her customer,” Ello dere, may I be of some assistance?”
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Post by JACKSON CRANE on Feb 28, 2016 0:29:16 GMT -6
 i was born, a shotgun in my hand. behind the gun, i'll make my final stand. it's why they call me bad company. leaving behind the crappy motel room they'd been holed up in, jackson too abandoned his sleeping brother for a short while. it wasn't too early in the morning, about nine or so, but both had been out late the night before, working a case in tarrytown, the neighbor to sleepy hollow. having returned just as the sun peeked over the horizon line, it would have been expected that jackson would have slept in until well into the early evening hours. shit, he was usually the one that had to be hounded to get his ass up, nagged incessantly by matty.
truth was, he hadn't really slept, well, at all. he waited until his brother had fallen asleep then snagged his laptop. no, not for porn as many would have suspected of him. instead, he was doing some research on the vampirism that afflicted his sister. after twenty something years of hunting in the family, he knew better; there was no fucking cure. still, he wasn't about to give up on alexandra. he'd go to the ends of the world and back if it meant helping her. for any of his siblings, he'd give his own life.
his digging hadn't led to much other than him looking for good pie joints in the town. during that crusade, he happened upon something called...yelp? whatever that was. it mentioned a spell and potions shop in town and while most of the reviews were nonsense, a few hinted that the woman who ran it was truly crazy. like batshit crazy. turns out, batshit was just the kinda crazy he did best. grabbing a donut from the box on the table, he spun the keyring of his car keys on his fingers before bidding matty a silent goodbye. if he woke before he returned, he'd feed him some bullshit story about where he was. his brother wouldn't believe it, of course, but he'd choke down the lie anyway. it was how they operated.
before long, jax found himself in town, studying the front of the shop from the driver's seat. he'd done about as much as he could from there, however, venturing up to the door and inside. he was, of course, armed with various weapons on his person, as well as holy water and the likes, but how much good was that going to do him in here? it was a wonder what sort of hexes and charms were over the shop, not to mention the fact he didn't know who or what lurked here. witches were trouble, as he'd discovered from past experiences.
the hunter ducked under a few low hanging items, cautiously studying the various tokens for sale. some seemed like your typical gag gifts, meant to keep the public entertained. but to the trained eye, one could note that there were also some very genuine looking things inside as well. if they were fake, well, someone did a damn good job of mimicking the real deal. if he had to guess, he would imagine this was very much so a shop belonging to a wiccan.
as narrow minded as he was, jackson had a difficult time working with any sort of supernatural. harmless or not, they were foes not friends and he always viewed them as such. it was matty who was a bit kind with the idea of nonmortals, often leaving jax to scold him heavily. but occasionally, even he had to admit that some divine intervention was necessary. finding no help from his father's books, the internet, or his web of hunting colleagues, he hadn't had much other choice than to seek other options. still, this idea was deplorable.
before he could locate someone, a voice snagged his attention, drawing it upward to the dark haired woman. he studied here for only a moment, moving to the counter and leaning over it as he spoke in a gruff, demanding tone. "i've heard you might have what i need, witch. and don't bother denyin' it. i know what ya are." he added in, ignoring the sting of the scar on the back of his neck. ever since he'd set foot back in sleep hollow, the mark had been severely bothering him. shit, he couldn't even remember when he'd gotten it; probably on some hunting trip.
the mortal cast a quick glance around to ensure no one else was in the shop, finally continuing on with his demand. "vampires, what do you know about the reversal of the changing process?" he was led to believe she'd have answers but he was still skeptical. regardless, he had to try for alex.
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Post by HECATE LACROIX on Feb 28, 2016 20:46:14 GMT -6
Hecate, Meeting, JACKSON CRANE
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In the Land of Gods and Monsters
I was an Angel
All the wards of Hecate’s shop went off to let her know that something supernatural had entered her establishment, of course no one could hear the alarms, but Hecate can sense their power. Now, the voodooist eyed the human very carefully, a smile performing on her lips as he entered her shop looking curiously about her various things that she set out for the tourist or customers. Anyone, especially humans, who come into Hecate’s shop are more than likely coming for a joke or to see the ‘crazy witch’, which is a nickname Hecate has picked up over the years being in New York. The old wiccan doesn’t care much for the human population because the only thing she sales to them are what is on the shelves, though those who are more than human everything she sales is hidden well in the back. All her supernatural items are protected by seals, and only her words may open them, though to even get to them the illusion that hides them must be broken as well. Hecate has all of her things protected because she knows that people will be coming for answers or items that are indeed rare to find.
Already Hecate was interested in the mortal as she watched him wonder her shop, though he appears mortal, her wards would say otherwise. There was something about him that was much very much supernatural, whether it was an item he was wearing or if he is a mix of something supernatural, all the while, it’s beyond human. Hecate is very intrigued about the mortal and she is itching to know what made her wards go off as soon as he waltzed into her shop, though she allowed his curiosity to get the best of him as he snooped around her shop.
Hecate called out for his attention because her own curiosity was getting the best of her, though she got a good look of his face before he would lean onto her counter, and already Hecate could feel power, though its power beyond his control. Hecate cannot tell but she could sense that it is power from another source, and she itching to know what it was and where it was coming from. Although, it was an ancient power, power she hasn’t felt in ages and it excited Hecate to know that the mortal brought it directly to her, whether he knew it or not. Hecate eyed the male closely, a smile crawling on her lips as she listened to the words of the mortal, a chuckle escaped as she was amused by his directness. Hecate spoke, still chuckling at the mortal,” I neva deny what is in mi blood, I find it funny you would think so,” Hecate said with an amused grin as she leaned closer to the male,” I have many tings in mi shop, but I only sell to people you are not.” Hecate hinted that he wasn’t supernatural, though he wards told her otherwise, but she is not totally sure he is what he is claiming to be.
Hecate leaned away and was about to disappear into the back of her shop, when the word ‘vampires’ fell from his lips, which made the wiccan stop in her tracks and slowly turn to look at the male. Hecate has always been interested in the vampire community, hell she wanted to be like them, and she was like them, she was immortal, and she crafted the immortality spell in reflection of vampires. If someone ever needed information on vampires, Hecate was the one to go to, and what the mortal was asking her was something she has heard many times before. Hecate smiled at the mortal wickedly,” Ahhh, ya ask about de vampires, well good news fa ya, I know a lot about dem,” Hecate said as she walked back towards her counter, her eyes watching the mortal,” Although, what ya ask can’t be undone, if a vampire, in trastition, does not consume blood, dat vampire will soon be no more.” Hecate said with a chuckle,” Although, nature wants balance, many would say nature would come up wit a way to continue her balance,” Hecate continued,” Im sure dere is a way to help ya vampire, after de transition, but I do caution, what ya askin comes wit a price.”
Quickly, Hecate grabbed the hand of the mortal, and as soon as she touched him she could feel the power within him. When Hecate touched him she could feel power coursing through her body, but it was centered on one part of his body, and Hecate was very curious to what was happening to the mortal,” What are ya mortal? Theres someting about you dat got de Loa spirits all anxious,” Hecate continued,” Such power….I have seen it before….Long ago….” Hecate continued, her eyes looking deep inside of the man,” Dark power has beseeched ya….Tell me mortal, who are ya?” Hecate continued to look at the man with marvel as she tried to remember the power she has once seen before. “For ya benefit, you should let me read ya future…..Free of charge, of course."
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Post by JACKSON CRANE on Mar 1, 2016 22:39:10 GMT -6
i was born, a shotgun in my hand. behind the gun, i'll make my final stand. it's why they call me bad company. jackson crane knew very little about the happenings of sleepy hollow. it wasn’t until his high school girlfriend, a van tassel, had recently sent him a letter that he knew of the recent terrors and the sightings of the horseman. even throughout all the supernatural dealings he’d endured, he couldn’t fathom what the horseman could possibly be. a ghost, a demon, a skin walker…not a fucking clue. but what he also didn’t know, was that he was the chosen one. as a modern-day ancestor of the same man who took down the horseman centuries ago, jax was the only one who could do it again now. his father had scribbles in his notebook about it but he hadn’t finished putting together the clues before his death, which is where jax was left now. the most terrifying part wasn’t that he had to deal with the horseman but instead, his father’s warning about matty. he claimed the dark magic of sleepy hollow would attack him and the demons would take hold of his soul, using him as a weapon to defeat jax. and if it go to bad, he had instructions to stop his brother by any means possible, including death.
whereas the hunter was concerned, he himself felt no different. and if he had, he denied it by pushing the feelings aside. the only thing that truly bothered him was the scar on the back of his neck. over the last month or two it began to itch and tingling, annoying him in the worst of ways. and ever since he’d set foot upon the grounds of sleepy hollow, it began to burn. it was sporadic and without reason, for now, but it appeared to be reminding him of something. of what, he didn’t know. most of the time he forgot it was there, unaware of its existence until he glanced at it in the mirror for the first time a number of weeks ago.
as he meandered through the store he was careful not to touch anything. while some things seemed harmless, he knew better than to assume something wasn’t cursed or lace with something that could cause him serious harm. he'd been cursed and hexed and misfortune more times than he could count and it was one hell of a bitch to get out of. while there likely wouldn’t be anything in the open for unsuspecting delinquents or clueless tourists, jax could never been too careful. not everyone was so keen on hunters so there was no telling what sort of animosity his presence would spark. best to err on the side of caution.
“then you must be stupider than you look.” he retorted, looking her over through narrowed eyes. most of the wiccans he’d come across went to some length to conceal who they were, whether it was for fear of hunters or the judgement of them upon the non-supernatural community. after all, it was only three-hundred-something that their kind was burned alive for what they were. while times had changed, he doubted the world would be open to them just yet. but no, she clearly wasn’t hiding anything. everything from the wild look in her eye to her unusual choice of clothing suggested that she was no ordinary woman. “trust me, lady, i ain’t lookin’ to buy.” that was fairly truthful. he had little interest in what she was selling, unless it was something that could help him cure alexandra.
jackson was not a personal who generally tolerated any supernaturals. but this time, he was incredibly desperate and desperation called for some thinking outside of the box. while it was through much stubbornness he had to ask the witch for help, it was safe to say that he must have been desperate. "no, that can't be true." anger fueled inside him, slamming his fist down hard on the counter. "there's gotta be some witchy mumbo jumbo that can fix it." he scowled, unwilling to accept the answer. but as he suspected, he was s.o.l; alex had of course, fed. "i'm willing to pay a price. whatever it is. just need it reversed." he would die for his siblings and if that meant saving alex, so be it.
being a hunter meant constantly being on high alert. still, he wasn't fast enough to draw his hand back before she grabbed it. jax merely watched her cautiously, as she examined him, brow furrowing. "i don't know what you're ramblin' on about." he scowled, seriously not having a clue. "i'll take my chances with the future because oh boy, do i love surprises." and there was the typical jackson sarcasm.
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Post by HECATE LACROIX on Mar 10, 2016 23:01:17 GMT -6
Hecate, Meeting, JACKSON CRANE
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In the Land of Gods and Monsters
I was an Angel
Hecate watched the mortal become flustered in anger, the rage in his eyes made the old wiccan quite excited to see the mortal fly into such a rage, especially since what he was asking was nearly impossible to do. Although, Hecate could find something if she wanted to, but of course the hunter would have to cough up some sort of payment, and the old wiccan probably has just the thing she is needing, which was here immortality. More than likely, Hecate will refrain from exposing her interior motives, all because she doesn’t want the mortal snooping into her business just yet as he isn’t tangled enough in Hecate’s web. Though, soon, Hecate will be able to take the mortal for herself making him her little peon and helping her win back her immortality, of course he wouldn’t know the wiccan was using him, but she would try to be very careful to make sure the hunter doesn’t find out, at least not until its too late. Hecate chuckled excitedly,” Oh, but dere are some witchy business dat can help ya mon,” Hecate continued,” Though, Like I said before, dis power comes wit a price.” Hecate said a she eyed the mortal closely hoping that she was ensnaring the mortal.
Hecate slammed her hand against the desk in excitement,” You will pay any price you say?” Hecate continued,” If ya friend is a vampire, I may be able to reverse a curse, but let me tell ya, such thing won’t come easy mortal,” Hecate said as she held her eyes on the mortal,” Listen to me well when I tell ya, dis kind of magic is darker den ya petty witches you may know,” Hecate said with a bit of distaste of other witches,” Immortality is dark magic, unnatural, and against balance.” Hecate said as she leaned against her counter a wicked smile carrying on her face as she watched the mortal, probably wanting to know more of what she speaks, though Hecate is not willing to tell everything because what is the point of telling him everything, he will just find someone else that maybe more trustworthy to do what she describes. Hecate is smart and have been for a good thousand years and she has just gotten better at playing the game of survival when she was imprisoned inside of her own shop.
If the mortal was expecting Hecate to cough up everything she knows in one setting, then he had another thing coming, especially with information that was so valuable. Hecate eyed the male up and down before she spoke again,” If ya want more mortal, ya gon have to pay up because believe me when I tell ya, no other Wiccan will help ya, not with dis kind of magic.” What Hecate stated was the truth, at least in her opinion, the wiccans around town are all about balance and keeping that balance, so when they catch wind of someone trying to disturb the natural balance, they will do anything to override it. The mortal’s best interests are in that of Hecate, she may not be trustworthy, but she is the only one who has the power to find what the hunter describes.
Hecate kept a look on the mortal as she finished examining his hands, after sensing the power that was coursing through his body, Hecate has been trying to figure out where and when she has seen that kind of power. The boy was carrying enough power, if used correctly, could cause a lot of deaths in what setting, and that much power excites Hecate, especially if she could get her hands on it. Hecate looked into the eyes of the mortal one last time before her memory began to push forth, and what she remembered caused the voodooist eyes to widen in amazement,” Oh ya in for a surprise alright….You are de chosen one,” Hecate said as she slowly came around her counter to stand next to the hunter, her eyes still laid upon him as she began to recite a prophecy from the Loa spirits as if she was possessed,” Time will tell, when death is near. He rides the night and calls for fear. De chosen is one who lacks all fear. De chosen one will sacrifice his love and life’s bliss, darkness will consume what his heart loves best. De Horseman of death shall ride his last quest.” Hecate breathed in heavily after reciting the words of the Loa spirits. Quickly, her eyes stared into that of the mortal’s eyes,” You boy are destined, you are de chosen one!” Hecate continued,” No wonder mi magic was goin so crazy around ya, you have been marked by death himself,” Hecate continued,” Let me read ya future mon, ya may want to know what is ahead of ya, especially when de Horseman is involved, mi haven’t heard dat name in a while.”
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Post by JACKSON CRANE on Mar 12, 2016 20:36:38 GMT -6
i was born, a shotgun in my hand. behind the gun, i'll make my final stand. it's why they call me bad company. the desperation in not only jackson's voice, but his gaze was quite evident. he was a man who was able to hold onto his unwavering stance and harsh edges in just about any situation. but that gaze, those emerald eyes of his, revealed so much. all the damage and brokenness that had become the man were to be seen right then and there, even if he tried to hide it. it was safe to say that they gave him away, showing the pleading nature within them at the task at hand. he couldn't let alex live out her days as the monster she'd become. perhaps it was just that he was unwilling to admit she was enjoying life as the very things they sought to kill. he couldn't live with his own guilt surrounding the situation - it had to be fixed. his gaze perked up every so slightly at the mention of something that could be of help to him. "well then, go on." he snapped, waiting for the explanation of what could be done.
gaze narrowed suspiciously as he studied the excited expression of the wiccan. of course she would be excited. here was jackson crane, a rather important hunter in the community, and he was offering just about anything to her. shit, he wasn't even sure what he'd give up but he'd convinced himself it would be anything. "did i stutter?" he questioned with a certain sharpness to his voice. "i'm not lookin' to play games or beat around the damn bush. can you do it or not? believe me, i've seen some real fucked up shit and made some deals i wasn't exactly happy to be makin'...but i'll do what i gotta. you have the reversal, i've got something to give." the hunter laid it out real clear, trying to avoid the burning his neck that flared with his anger. "wouldn't be the first time i've tipped the scales here." messing with immortality would be new territory but he'd done some other real fucked up shit to help the hunter community.
"i ain't doin' anything for ya unless i get some result first...proof you can do what you say you can do. you think you're special? shit, i'll go to the devil himself and make a deal if that's what it means. so...you want to strike something up with me or should i walk right out that door?" there would be others, he assured himself, though he did admit this was an easy solution, right here in the very town he was temporarily staying in. "so tell me what the damn price is." might as well get the dirty details out of the way.
despite his every instinct telling him to pull away, he didn't. instead, he waited until the witch had finished with his hand, finally snapping it back to himself. instinctively, his hand went to the scar, rubbing it as she started in on her evaluation of him. "chosen what?" he asked blankly, with no belief in it whatsoever. brow furrowed as she continued on, hand reaching for the knife on his belt, in case it were to become needed. "what the devil are you talkin' about, woman?" he took a few steps back though couldn't bring himself to leave. no, what she was saying connected with his father's journal and chloe's letters. "the horseman ain't nothing but a myth. i'm here to gank a bunch o' vampires and send some demons back to hell. ain't nothin' else here but that." denial, nothing but it.
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