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FriendshipIt wasn't often that Jake worried about Hope, but the week before the wedding, she couldn't be found. Jake sighed, having promised his wife he'd find her sister. Mika hadn't given up so much as bowed out to let Jake talk to Hope. They'd been close for ages, and it made sense that Jake would go find her.
He went back into the cottage they'd shared in college, the property open to them as it was treated as a home for the team when they had house duties or needed a place to hide. Hope had bought the house, and rented it out, eventually just selling it to Logan.
He found Hope sitting on the back porch, her arms around her knees. In front of her he saw the picture of her parents, and it dawned on him why she took off. Without a word, he sat with a knee on either side of Hope and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her back against him to kiss her head.
For a long moment, neither spoke and Hope's hand lay on his. Jake squeezed, "Hey.. Why, soon to be bride and one bad ass hunter, are y
WorryTrinity walked the hallway of Yamato's mansion. It wasn't that he was late that worried her, it was that there was an attack going on and she couldn't even mentally reach him.
She sighed, sitting down. They'd moved here just as she started to show her pregnancy, though she still was at the beginning. Dragon and Yanna were with the Dragon Queen and she was utterly worried.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. She wiped her eyes, her hormones had hit her without even noticing. "Why am I crying?"
Logan stood at the door, holding onto Yamato's helmet. Trinity's heart sank, "Logan.."
Logan took her hand, "He's unconscious but he's okay. The helmet and Impossible and I took the most of the damage."
The fact his voice was so low, and calm as he could be, made her more nervous. He sensed that and gave her hand a squeeze as he pulled her into a car.
There wasn't any talking on the ride to the hospital, and she didn't panic until she saw her husband with a cast on his arm and a deep cut
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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