( shortly after sundown ) ( voice ) + ( private to Mina Barrett )

[indiscreet]

[ This is her first time posting with her communicator wholly on her own, and for a moment the feed statics, then flashes to a blurred image of a face— ] damned contraptions [ —before switching properly to the AUDIO setting. ]

Ah— good evening. I suppose it is becoming increasingly apparent to all of us that we're either stuck here or else need to begin acting as though we are. [ Her voice is young and pretty-sounding, the accent mostly American but subtly tinged with Russian. ] As such, I was wondering if anyone might have...well, weaponry. Specifically, weaponry I might be able to call my own. I know my way around a bow, so that would be my preference, but beggars can't be choosers.

I can't precisely offer payment, but I can promise to shoot various beasties of the edible or dangerous kind.

PRIVATE to Mina Barrett
The dire wolf population seems to be thinning. For the kine that's a good thing, but for me...

Mina, I don't know how you're doing it, but I need a source of blood, and between the two of us — hell, even with one of us — it won't be long before we make everyone here anemic, or worse. I can keep trying to hunt animals, but I can't catch them without the Huntress's abilities. So, unless you have any better ideas, it seems like the lesser of two evils.

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[VOICE; LOCKED]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina does not sound like she's in a particularly good mood. All the same, she responds. Without any of her usual gusto.]

Contact a man named Castiel. He's volunteered to be a donor before and anemia won't affect him.

And he knows what I am.

[ VIDEO ]

[beenunmade]

[ Oh another archer. RESPECT! Clint's video turned on and he was smiling a bit -- beaming even. ] I could always build you one. Not really that difficult. [ Well it was, but he could deal with it. ]

[VOICE; LOCKED]

[indiscreet]

[ She frowns a bit at the tone: Mina sounds... deflated, wholly unlike herself. ]

It...won't affect him? Why? Is he one of your angels?

[ The fact of this Castiel's apparent anemia-immunity probably marks him as supernatural himself, so for the moment she sets aside the still-irksome matter of Masquerade breaches. After all, she needs to eat. ]

[VOICE; LOCKED]

[primogen_vampirate]

Yes, Anna. I haven't told him about you, you'll need to explain your situation for yourself. Just make it clear that you have no desire to harm any of the human inhabitants.

( voice )

[indiscreet]

[ Unfortunately she can't respond with the video setting herself, given that she doesn't show up properly on camera and all, but there's obvious cheer in her voice all the same: she likes feeling liked. And she likes the prospect of a bow. ]

You could? Truly? That would be wonderful.

[ VIDEO ]

[beenunmade]

[ Oh it's fine. It just adds to the level of ~mystery~, Anna. He grins despite himself. ]

Yeah, I was already workin' on one. Another shouldn't be too much trouble.

[VOICE; LOCKED]

[indiscreet]

[ She makes a small scoff; of course she doesn't want to harm others; in Chicago she fed on animals whenever she could get them. But she'll still do it if she has to. ]

How am I meant to find him? Summoning would be counterproductive; I need vitae to do it. And, well, it's not the best first impression.

[VOICE; LOCKED]

[primogen_vampirate]

Try phoning him, darling.

( voice )

[indiscreet]

Fabulous, just ducky.

You know, I saw you fiddling around with that bow over the communicator network, but...well, I wasn't certain whether I'd be bothering you by asking about it.

We've spoken before, but only briefly, and I don't think I ever got your name. I'm Anna, if you don't recall.

[VOICE; LOCKED]

[indiscreet]

You say that like I have his number. But if you're willing to share... or otherwise tell me how to contact him on this newfangled thing, I'm all ears. Maybe they come with pre-programmed numbers?

[ a pause ]

...Are you alright? You... don't sound yourself.

[VOICE; LOCKED]

[primogen_vampirate]

Darling, you can contact him privately the same way you contacted me.

[VOICE; LOCKED]

[indiscreet]

Your faith in my ability to comprehend technology clearly exceeds my own, but fine, I'll take your word for it. I'll just... ask Jones if I get confused, I suppose.

And you didn't answer my question.

[VOICE; LOCKED]

[primogen_vampirate]

No. I didn't.

Will there be anything else?

[reluctantsword]

[Now, here's a voice he recognises. Still no real picture, which is curious, but he can accept that.]

I have my sword, but I can't exactly lend that to you, either. I could offer a lesson, maybe, if we could find something.

( voice ; locked ) → action

[indiscreet]

No, I suppose not.

[ The feed cuts out. ]

[ And then, about thirty seconds later, there's a knocking at her door. ]

[primogen_vampirate]

Oh, bloody hell.

What do you want, Anna?

( voice )

[indiscreet]

[ She smiles involuntarily to have him contacting her again. ]

I'm useless with a sword, but I can't say I'd say no to lessons. Even basic hand-to-hand fighting... [ a small pause; the last person she'd practiced fighting with had been her lover, but that time has passed — she needs to let him go ] ...wouldn't go amiss.

[indiscreet]

I want you to talk to me. You're acting all strange and, wouldn't you know it but I actually care a little about what happens to a bearcat heretic like you.

Now are you going to let me in or not?

[primogen_vampirate]

Enter at your own risk, Anna.

[indiscreet]

[ The door swings open and she enters, shutting it gently behind her. She rests one hand on her hip. ]

What in God's name are you doing holed up in here? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were hiding.

[primogen_vampirate]

[You asked for it, Anna.

Mina is lying on the foot of her bed, wearing nothing but her unmentionables and a gun holster. There's a burn mark across her left arm, shaped like a hand. And it appears she's reading the Bible.]

voice;

[wandandsickle]

I see you've already got an offer, but you know I'm happy to build nearly anything or make any [There's the slightest of pauses—] improvements you require.

Re: ( voice )

[reluctantsword]

A knife, maybe, might be a good option for you. Shouldn't be too hard to find a knife that would do the job.

[It's an idea anyway. After a moment's hesitation -- he's curious about her, but he can't quite shake a small feeling of guilt, because he is married -- Wallie asks a question he's been meaning to bring up anyway.]

I did find a place to stay, if you were still interested in paying me a visit?

[indiscreet]

And you don't seem one to— [ she turns back from shutting the door, and starts slightly ] —oh.

[ A long pause as she considers what to do now that she's gotten herself into this position of seeing Mina at a moment of (probably) rare vulnerability. After a moment, she tugs off her shoes — a pair of low-heeled leather boots, toeing the line between fashion and practicality. Then she walks stocking-footed over to the edge of the bed, perching herself at the other end. ]

I didn't expect you to have found religion. [ Her soft tone mutes the sarcasm that would otherwise be apparent in the words. ]

[primogen_vampirate]

Darling, what you fail to realize in your zealousness, is that it's all one.

[Mina closes the Bible, setting it off to one side and sitting up. She grabs her button-down off of the floor and pulls it on.]