Rushing through Traffic[Open]

[Jefferson]

The cold had stopped, and the warm feeling of happiness, and from the Wesson itself, had overcome Jefferson. Keeping the jacket on, Jefferson smiled to himself as his mind wandered down memory lane. Not all of them were good memories, especially when he lost his cool and started to yell at Aiden, but the Wesson always brought in him a sense of tranquility. Speaking of the devil, Jefferson noticed Aiden standing in front of him.

"Aiden! Long time no talk my good friend. I've been doing well," Jefferson said as he took Aiden's hand and shook it. Jefferson could tell something was bothering Aiden, but decided to push down the feeling, an ability he had recently acquired. Jefferson laughed at Aiden's remark on his subtlety and the poltergeist incident. Subtle? He probably was, but he wasn’t going to admit it, especially not to Aiden. He glanced back and noticed Adrian standing there, asking why they were here and if there was any food.

“First of Adrian, come over here and introduce yourself,” turning to Aiden, “this here is Aiden,” turning back to Adrian, “this here is Adrian. Now to answer your first question, well I’ll just let Aiden take over. As for your second question, well I don’t see Deacon, the owner of this place, anywhere. Where is the guy?” Jefferson said the last bit more to himself than to Aiden or Adrian. It had been a long time since he had seen the bartender, and he wanted to catch up, even though they didn’t really talk, unless you count “Oh by the way, we hunt supernatural beings for a living” as a decent topic, which sadly they did.

Turning back to Aiden, Jefferson asked, “So what are we doing here?”

[Yuki]

Summer months in Okinawa, Japan had not accustomed Yuki to the snow, and neither had the secluded walls of Yokohoma International in Tokyo. While the surrounding areas were indeed layered with snow, business and modern transportation made it so that the city, as well as the school, was completely swept before Yuki really had any time to experience walking through a snow-covered campus. As for Okinawa, the prefecture was protected by a mountain range, which kept the winds from reaching the island, and as a result, the weather never got cold enough for snow. As such (although she did indeed take a secret delight in carousing through snow), Yuki opted for staying indoors during most of her stay at the Wesson. Her days there were spent reading and in self-training, along with a few exchanges between Aiden or Deacon, and less frequently, Teagan, Art, and Miles. Things were hardly different at the inn than they were at the tavern.

Hardly different, of course, save for the teenage dramatics. Yuki did not really understand what had happened the previous night, other than that something had occurred to make the situation between the younger hunters...what was the word? ...Awkward. Yuki simply couldn't understand it. In Rukia Kuchiki's words, a kiss was nothing more than a form of greeting. Japanese tradition instructed a bow, or a handshake in business matters, but In European countries, was it not common for acquaintances to greet each other with a kiss? Thus, for Teagan and Art to have reacted so nervously after Aiden's "dare" had absolutely baffled her. Of course, if she had been dared to take such an action, she would not have conceded. A kiss as a greeting was simply not a Japanese custom. Besides, she would not lower herself to display something that could be construed as affection. Pathetic. But she assumed Art was not trained to control emotions as she had been. So what was the issue with a kiss?

For hours, Yuki had pondered this the night before. She had arrived at the conclusion that Art had acted irrationally, and therefore she would never be able to comprehend the reason behind his refusal, or Teagan's subsequent behavior. Adolescence. What a nuisance.

After reviewing the hundreds of symbols that the supernatural realm consisted of, Yuki had descended into the lobby to ask Aiden if he had any leads on potential hunting expeditions within the vicinity. She was growing impatient by the day. It seemed to her that they were wasting time being idle at a run-of-the-mill inn. However, her inquiry was never made, for as she walked into the room, she caught sight of two people other than Aiden. One figure she did not recognize, and the other...Jefferson? Crossing her arms, Yuki made her way towards the men, eyeing them slowly, both curious and weary of the newcomer. Jefferson...now that was a face she hadn't seen in a while. He was the one who first informed her of the existence of the supernatural, though she didn't believe him at first. Who would believe his blunt stupidity? And then to whisk her away to chase a poltergeist? Of course she hadn't believed him. Fortunately, Aiden had been there, and he ameliorated the situation. Although...she vaguely recalled regarding the two as shady slimeballs for quite some time.

Those days were long gone now. The poltergeist and the nearness of death had provided more than enough evidence for Yuki to believe them, even if they did sound absolutely insane back then. Deciding to partake in the conversation between the three men, and wanting to assess the man unfamiliar to her, she walked towards them. As she did, she managed to catch a bit of Jefferson's words, although it appeared to her like he was taking to himself.

"...I don’t see Deacon, the owner of this place, anywhere. Where is the guy?”

And then a pause. It didn't seem like they had noticed her quite yet, though she was still a couple feet away.

"So what are we doing here?" she heard him say to Aiden, just as she joined her faction leader's side. She nodded briefly towards Jefferson in greeting, and then switched her focus to the other man, narrowing her eyes coldly at him. As far as she was concerned, he was just as suspicious-looking as Aiden and Jefferson had been the day she met them. She was aware that factions from across the country were gathering at the Wesson. If the man was indeed a member of Jefferson's faction, which she assumed so, than perhaps shadiness was a trait that came natural to hunters of the supernatural. Even so, Yuki's natural instinct of distrust took over, and she immediately put her guard up. If Aiden declared him harmless, then perhaps she would reconsider. But until further instruction, she would remain as cautious as always.

From outside, she could hear the murmur of teenagers talking--no doubt, Teagan, Miles, and Art. She wondered if the Austin faction only consisted of two members,or if another one remained lingering in the snow. She would find out soon enough. Focusing on the conversation, she turned towards Aiden, and as she considered a reply to Jefferson's question, her own inquiry from before came to mind, as instead of responding to Jefferson, she turned accusingly towards Aiden.

"Yes, Aiden, what are we doing here?" she snapped, her hazel eyes glimmering in frustration. "We've been here for days, and I've been patient. I understand that this is an important meeting, but could we not at least execute a hunting mission while we wait, instead of squandering around like a bunch of bed-ridden lazy sloths?"

[Aiden]

Jeff was far from subtle, Aiden could vouch for that. So could Yuki. And Teagan, maybe. Deacon definitely. After all, who had it been that pulled out guns and just blurted out that the supernatural existed in the middle of his bar only months ago? Yeah, that was subtle, alright, real subtle. Aiden only hoped that now since Jeff had people training under him, they might call him on it, because any time Aiden did, the man denied it. Stubborn, not subtle.

Aiden released Jefferson's hand and looked past him to the person he called over. Adrian. Aiden. They were too similar for his liking, things were bound to get just a little confusing. He pushed that mental note aside and nodded at Adrian, listening to Jeff, and then, seemingly out of nowhere (and if Jeff and Adrian hadn't been around, Aiden would have made a joke that it was due to her Japanese ninja heritage, right?) Yuki. He glanced at the door near the bar, and frowned. "Deacon is....around here somewhere, to say the least."

Taking a breath, Aiden crossed his arms and leaned against the bar nonchalantly. "As for being here, as I've already explained to Yuki, I believe that you said you had some information to share, I've got something to say that only you will understand, and it was also to see how many people we've recruited..." he trailed off here, taking count. Aiden, Yuki, Teagan; Deacon, Art, Miles; Jeff and Adrian? Were there more Texans outside? Internally, Aiden had hoped for a larger number, but they weren't the only hunters in the world, after all. They could deal.

Suddenly a smirk came to his face, being around Jeff reminded him of a joke he and Teagan had come up with when making fun of Yuki. "Hey Jeff, you didn't happen to lock Yuki's lucky cricket in the freezer last time you were here, did you? Or see it even?" The questions were asked in all seriousness, but Aiden knew that if he turned to face Yuki, her glare would cause him to lose composure and burst into a moment of laughter. Must. Not. Look.

[Jefferson]

Yuki, the one person Jefferson did not completely miss. It wasn't that he didn't like Yuki, it was just that the girl did not seem to have a decent attachment to the hilarious. She was always serious, so it seemed when he was around, and today was no different. Jefferson had a theory about her, somewhere in her childhood, aliens came down to Earth, abducted her, messed around with her mind, took out the part of the brain that controls humor, and sent her back down to Earth. He knew this wasn't true, but it surprised the hell out of Jefferson to see someone this serious, especially since Aiden wasn't even this serious to begin with, and that's taking into account the demon blood.

Demon blood! Crap, did Aiden find out about it? He remembered the feeling he felt from Aiden as he walked into the room. If Aiden had found out, then his promise to Malcolm was over. He hoped, no, prayed that Aiden hadn't realized that there was demon blood inside of him. How could he have found out though, unless Ariel came into the picture. Impossible, Aiden wouldn't be here right now, even with Yuki and Teagan. Ariel was, for lack of words, one crazy bitch. Malcolm, Jefferson, and Aiden had trouble with her, so one experienced hunter and two trainees weren't going to cut it.

Snapped back to reality. Jefferson had time to hear Yuki's question, which was a repeat of his own. According to Aiden's answer, he had called them all out here to give them information. He had no new information, unless it had to do with...Crap again! How could he have forgotten about his encounter with the girl named Rose, or was Rachael? It started with an R, that's all he remembered, the important part was the information she gave him.

"I don't ever remember calling, texting, e-mailing, or coming into contact in any way with any of you, but I do have information. I haven't told my faction about this, mostly because I forgot, but it has to do with Sam and Dean." Jefferson said all with a cheeky smile. "Now, I'll tell everyone what it is when everyone is inside," glancing over at Adrian, "tell them to get inside already."

Waiting for Adrian, Jefferson heard Aiden say something about Yuki's cricket. Was that a new slang term, and if it was, what did it mean? It wasn't until he saw Aiden's face forcing itself to not burst out in laughter that it dawned on Jefferson. Smiling he said, "The last thing I remember doing with it is trying to find it a mate, but seeing as I had no idea if it was male or female, I gave up. After that I have no idea where I put it."

[adrian]

Adrian nodded at the kid who had walked into the room. Manners dictated that he introduce himself before asking for food but since their hosts hadn't been anywhere to be seen he'd skipped it. The fact that one of them had the bad timing to show up just as he finished asking didn't make him feel all that guilty. He just introduced himself and waited for Jeff and Aiden to finish with all the usual conversation that accompanied the meeting of old friends. In the meantime Adrian found a wall to lean against since he didn't see any available chairs.

From his position slightly removed from the conversation he watched some woman make her way over to the two men. As always, his mind assessed her weaknesses and virtues. A little on the skinny side but well proportioned. Small but that wasn't always a bad thing. Pretty in an asian way, probably japanese if he was any judge. He'd never been the type to have an asian fetish. There were plenty of beautiful women who didn't look like porcelain dolls. In fact, he often preferred those with a bit more fire in their veins and their genes but he'd also never been one to discriminate.

All in all she represented a nice enough prospect and maybe a pleasant distraction if they were going to be here for a few days and Adrian found himself wondering how he'd approach her right up until the moment she opened her mouth. The scathing rebuke of the kid Adrian had started to think of as geek if only because he had the look for it was cold and mostly uncalled for as far a Adrian could tell. Hey, he didn't really care if someone else was going to walk around with a stick up their spine. If that was just how this Yuki person rolled he was cool with that. But it certainly eliminated any desire he had to bed the women. He liked his partners to have a sense of humor as well as one of fun. After all, the whole point was to enjoy themselves for a little.

He raised an eyebrow a her when he noticed her glaring at him. What was this chick's deal anyway? He returned her glare with a charming smile and a wink in her direction. In other situations it may have been an act of flirtation. In this one he just had a feeling it would piss her off. He hoped so. Might teach her it was rude to stare. Rude to look down your nose at people too.

"Boss, you may be my boss but you aren't my master," Adrian said in reply to Jefferson's request that he go get the others. "If you want to take a stab at teenage herding in the middle of the arctic be my guest." Most of the time Adrian probably would have just gotten the kids. What was the big deal? But he didn't want to go back out in the cold, even if it was only to deliver a message. "Besides, most of them are your people right," he said, getting an urge to mess with the woman who had annoyed him. "Maybe you should call them in. Cold doesn't look like it'd affect you too much hunter."

[Yuki]

Fighting the urge to knock out the man leaning against the wall as he gave her a wink and a smile, Yuki instead returned his greeting with an offended scowl and then faced away from him in indignation. What insolence, the filthy scum! How dare he make a suggestive move such as the one he had made?! He obviously had no idea who he was dealing with. Anger bubbling within her, she returned her focus to the conversation in an attempt to subdue it. She chewed on her inner lip, trying to restrain herself. ...No matter. He would find out who she was soon enough. Perhaps then he’d think twice before taking such flippant actions.

Yuki listened to Aiden as he responded to her demand, or rather more so as he threw the blame of their laziness on Jefferson. Jefferson seemed to recollect something, and then he stated that he would need everyone inside. She internally scoffed at the man’s behavior. He needed to be more assertive. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with that incompetent attitude. Forgetting to tell his faction important information? Jefferson was starting to sound like Aiden, except Aiden didn’t come off nearly as air-headed. Did the supernatural realm have no hunters capable of taking things seriously?

Standing with her arms folded and her gaze still averted from the other man, she listened apathetically as Jefferson gave him the command to retrieve the others from outside. Almost immediately after the order, naturally, Aiden brought up a topic Yuki had made much effort to avoid. It seemed the mystery of Lucky-san had been evaded for quite a while, but for some god-forsaken reason, Aiden saw now as the proper time to bring him up. Somewhere deep, deep, deep, deep within her soul, she was still mourning the loss of her beloved cricket. Of course, she never revealed Lucky-san’s effect upon her being. She had acted aloof when she was first alerted to his disappearance, but made it clear that Lucky-san was not to be brought up in conversation among her presence.

...And she knew Aiden knew this. A cold death glare followed his inquiry. If a third-party had observed the scene, it would have been noted that the sheer loathing in her glare could’ve drilled a hole right through Aiden’s back. Within minutes, the glower was then directed at Jefferson. He tried to find Lucky-san a mate?! And what did he mean he had no idea where he put it?! “Lucky-san is not an it!” she snapped, angrily taking a step towards Jefferson. “HE is—“

And then, she was cut off by the other man, whom she did not know the name of. She gave him a rude stare, which quickly morphed into the redirecting of her previous anger, which became directed towards the fool before her. He had at first aimed his response at Jefferson, but then it changed to what Yuki construed as an attack against her, judging by the tone of his voice. That scumbag needed to learn his place. “You’re quite right, child,” she seethed, advancing towards him. Yuki locked her frigid hazel eyes dead on with his, the responded dryly, “It doesn’t.” With that, she stormed off towards the front of the Wesson, anger almost visibly fuming from her skin as she walked away, and then slammed the door behind her as she made her way out to the icy outdoors.

The exterior of the Wesson was layered with snow. She squinted from the transition of the dark indoors to the searing white of the outside world. That son-of-a--how dare he insult her in such a blunt manner?! Kicking the snow in front of her, a considerable chunk of the ice block was sent flying in an unknown direction—unknown in that Yuki was too frustrated to take notice. Just as she was about to send another ice block to its doom, she paused, for the snow was different here than elsewhere. She was momentarily distracted from her anger as she cocked her head sideways to interpret the figure carved into the snow. …An angel? A snow angel…yes, the children were out here. She was supposed to bring them in. Yuki let out a heavy sigh, and then breathed in deeply, feeling an icy prickle in her lungs as she took in the cold air. Where were the young hunters, anyway? “Teagan, Art, Miles, your presence is required within the Wesson,” she called out, hoping that they would be able to hear her. They could not be far. They were probably off playing some childish game somewhere.

She looked back towards the inn with a twinge of resentment. She was going to have to put up with that annoying man once she stepped back in. But of course, there were more pressing matters at hand which could not be settled with the factions apart. They would all need to communicate together to act upon whatever information was going to be provided. Yuki’s thoughts were pessimistic. If he’s lucky, he won’t lose a limb or two by the time this is all over.

[Miles]

Miles looked wearily at all the newcomers. Even if they were all hunters, and even if they were saving the world in their own misunderstood way, something still made him feel uneasy. Sure, they weren't exactly a target with nine of them around, but six of those nine were inexperienced, one wasn't even a legal adult, and nearly all of them were under the age of twenty-five. But that wasn't what made him weary...he just couldn't peg it, so he tried to push it from his mind, and focus on getting information out of Teagan, something much more productive.

Dang it. If only he and Teagan had conversed via webcam half the times they talked online, then he would know her vocal patterns. He couldn't tell if she was hiding something, or if there was really nothing to worry about...but he couldn't deny the awkwardness, and the change between their behavior...something had to have happened, and he knew the only way to find out was through Teagan; Art was so painfully awkward and lacking in social confidence that he knew he would dodge the question for the rest of eternity if he had to. He frowned...this was going to take a while.

Dozens of ideas popped into his head to nonchalantly get her to talk about it, but he was too embarrassed with them or thought she'd see right through them. She wouldn't believe that he was into a girl at school and wanted to know about kissing, but that'd be an awkward conversation, for example. So how could he do it? His eyes glazed over in thought as he mindlessly morphed the snowman.

He supposed they could just play truth or dare again, and he could get her with a truth question. That might work. Then again, she might peg him in the head with a snowball for asking. His mind suddenly formulated a new idea at the thought of snowballs. "Hey guys," he started, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

So when Yuki was the one to come outside, she had no idea what was in store for her. Then again, Miles didn't really know what was in store for him, either. His idea was simple; assault the next person to come outside with a barrage of snow. They had gathered their ammo, convinced Art to take part, and took up their positions strategically surrounding the door. After sitting in wait for a few minutes, adrenaline pumping through his system, the door opened and Yuki appeared. He held his position, waiting for Teagan to give the mark.

There it was! He jumped up right after Yuki called out to them, and began throwing his stock of snowballs at the girl. Some hit, some missed, but he didn't stop until he was out of ammo, and he waited to see Yuki's face once the snowy powder had cleared.

[Casey]

Art just rolled his eyes at the collection of people. Mostly at Teagan and Miles, those two were so up to something. He finished packing on a part of the snowman’s side before huffing. About fifty things were going through his head. The majority of which involved the growing number of people in the bar.

“I’ll be inside if you need me,” He called out to those remaining outside. Wasn’t sure why, they were probably going to join the crowd anyway.

Pulling open the door Art was immediately hit by the warm air. He shucked off his heavy coat but kept the flannel on over his t-shirt. Pushing up his glasses he glanced around the room. Nothing was destroyed, yet, and no guns had been pulled. Again, yet.

“He’s in town, getting supplies,” he said hoping onto the bar and swinging his legs over, “Not used to having lots of people around for long amounts of time. Need to get crap before we run out. Ya’ll need anything?”

[adrian]

Adrian kept the smile from his face with an effort as the woman proceeded to have a full melt down about some cricket and his implied (actual) insult. When she got in his face Adrian just stared right back at her, not saying anything but not really looking contrite either. Those who knew him well might even see the spark of amusement in his eyes.

When she'd stormed outside Adrian just raised his eyebrows at Jefferson and Aiden, inviting them to share in his amusement at Yuki's behavior. "Wow, bitch. I hope all of female hunters aren't like that one." He knew they weren't. Victoria certainly had her own perverse sense of humor that Adrian could appreciate and Simplicity was the chillest person to hang around with that he'd met in a long time. But maybe they were just made of better stuff in Austin.

He decided to voice his thoughts since a little interfaction competition would never do anyone any harm. "Hey Jeff, I bet Sim or Victoria could take Yuki easily. I think we should find out after the official meeting and of course after Vicky arrives." He didn't know how Victoria felt about being called Vicky but he hoped it amused her.

Victoria and the new kid Chase had been in a car somewhere behind them (Adrian wasn't sure about the wisdom of that choice since Chase may still be sore about his bike). And while neither of them were conservative drivers they couldn't match Jeff's insanity. He was just glad they'd been given relatively decent directions after it became obvious that Jeff was going to out pace them. Of course relatively decent meant, "turn left at that yellow sign, then take a right when you pass the liquor store with a picture of a drunk cat out front" in Jeff world. Whatever, they'd call if they got lost.

A new hunter walked into the bar and answered the long ago question about the location of the bartender before offering them some refreshments, at least that was how Adrian decided to interpret his words.

"A beer would be nice if you've got any," Adrian said as he pushed off the wall and walked towards the bar. "So what was the deal with the cricket?" He asked as an after thought.

Outside he heard an eruption of barking and wondered what Fluffy was objecting to. Unbeknownst to him his dog was currently fraternizing with the enemy. As the snowballs began flying Fluffy ran around Yuki, attempting to catch them in the air. More an act of dog amusement and athleticism than any real sign of loyalty to the unknown hunter, Fluffy actions still had a partial shielding effect.

((Ok, I feel this one requires an OOC note. First off, I know we all know we're playing characters here but I still feel uncomfortable with Adrian's remark about Yuki. That is just a character thing.

Second, since Pirates seems to be stalled for the moment thought Victoria and Chase would appreciate a chance to jump in here. But I can easily modify if that doesn't fit in with previous plans that I'm not aware of.))

[Simplicity]

Simplicity quickly threw on the coat and grabbed her bag. Yeah, she looked cute and all but that didn’t stop hypothermia. You couldn’t enjoy the attention if you were a pretty corpse. All though of all the ways to go, other than being painful and miserable it could be the coolest, pun intended. She looked out over the Wesson and wondered what Fluffy was up too. She whistled for the dog to come so she didn’t try to eat anyone. Sim loved that dog but sometimes she questioned it’s temperament.

She straightened up as the girl from the group of kids walked over. Did these young’ns know about went bump in the night or were they oblivious? She did say the they took long enough getting there. Maybe she should have paid more attention to the crap Jeff said. Like she’d ever tell him that, death first. After painful torture and karaoke.

“Pleasure,” she smiled holding out her hand, “Simplicity Kennedy.”

Simplicity looked up at the girl as she hollered and raised an eyebrow. Tiny Asian who sounded annoyed, yeah Simplicity was already amused. True they were about the same height but girly was half her presence. Cute, twiggy and exotic, honestly other than the harsh lines on her forehead she looked like a doll. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

“Hey kids, why don’t we do what the cranky lady tells us and adjourn somewhere more habitable, eh? “ Simplicity winked, “Besides I’m starting to lose feeling in my toes.” She snapped her fingers to get Fluffy’s attention and started toward the Wesson. Hopefully they didn’t mind pets.

Upon stepping inside she saw the boy from earlier along with a kid she didn’t recognize. That didn’t matter though, he was behind the bar that’s what mattered. Ignoring everyone else she raising her arms she yelled, “Beer!” Hopefully that would be enough to convey her request.

[Jefferson]

Jefferson laughed at Yuki's anger toward his cricket comment. Joke or not, this cricket gag was hilarious in his mind, and he would have milked it for everything it was worth, but he was afraid of his life- a sad fact seeing as he faced far more dangerous things then Yuki; if far more dangerous things existed that is. Adrian's remark to not call the rest of the people inside didn't bother Jefferson, mostly because he should have asked in a more polite way, but also because Yuki had gone to call them in.

Once everyone walked inside, Jefferson would have to break the news. If it was true, then the news would either be seen as good or bad. He hadn't told his faction about Lilith, and he wondered if Aiden had? There was only one way to find out.

"Aiden," Jefferson said in a whisper that only Aiden could hear, "you probably already guessed that I didn't call you guys here, so it could only be one person. Casey. The thing is, the information I have has to deal with Lilith, and before I say anything, does your faction know about her?"

[Aiden]

[[Okay, just a couple quick OOC notes: First, the actual faction leader meeting itself is apparently going to be a different thread, just because its going to be between the three of them, and there might be some drama. But we aren't going to start it until we get a few other threads closed so we aren't in over our heads. Second, I realize no one told anyone this on site, but Chase and Victoria were going to stay behind in Austin, but there's no need to edit, Adrian; instead, they are just going to run into obstacle after obstacle, and arrive very, very late. So we can either end this thread, or turn it into a social networking 'Hi-I'm-so-and-so' sort of thing so we don't have to worry about it.]]

Brows dropping into a furrow at Jefferson's words, Aiden thought back to the message. It had been...Jeff's voice. He was sure of it. But Jeff hadn't called? Aiden wouldn't put it past him to forget that he did, but Jeff looked genuinely confused himself. "So then who told you to come here?" Aiden asked quietly, trying not to alert the others to the new development. He wasn't sure how that would tide over with them all; hey, we're leaving the city to be vulnerable and going to Keystone for a now mysterious reason.

His face once again held an air of confusion as he cocked his head and looked back at Yuki. "You actually lost a cricket here?" Aiden asked, disbelieving. "I was just kidding...why didn't you say anything to Teagan and I earlier?" The fact that Jeff had run with it was funny enough, but there was no way that Yuki was joking around as well. She had no sense of humor whatsoever, that was a known fact. "Right..." he said to himself, watching Yuki leave. There was barking, yelling, a repetitive thumping on the door and walls, and then another female entered.

For the moment, Aiden didn't say anything to Art, but when Jefferson stepped closer, it prompted him to. "Maybe this should just be between you, Deacon, and I," Aiden said quietly, looking over to Art. "Just need Deacon back, really. You know, boring politic stuff," he said with a shrug, sitting at the bar once more. He waited for Jeff to take a seat next to him before casually looking over to him, and locking his gaze on Jeff's. "I have no idea who Lilith is, you know. All I knew when I left here the first time was that we were looking for the Winchester's, that was it."

[[I'm pretty sure that Aiden doesn't know who she is, but I'm going to double check with Casey.]]

[Teagan]

"Same here," Teagan offered the girl a smile. Before she could go any further though, the Ice Queen finally decided to grace her namesake with her presence. Even if it was only to call for the group to come inside, Teagan couldn't help but quietly laugh at exactly how well Yuki fit with her element.

Beside her, Miles imagined an idea that made her inner prankster proud. "Brilliant, but you know you're dead after this, right?" Certainly after spending a few days with the Portland Faction Miles would have a sense of what did and did not piss off certain members...mainly Yuki, which was easy because nearly everything planted a sour look on the girl's face.

Regardless, and with high hopes of the reaction they were about to receive, Teagan joined Miles in chucking snowballs at the oldest member of her faction. This one is for every stinkin' dinner....this one for my room...

At some point during the assault, Simplicity disappeared. As she paused for breathe, Teagan rolled her eyes, her judgment of the new girl plummeting. Just another stuck up hunter who didn't know how to have fun. Figured. She hunched up behind their snowman and glanced toward Miles. "Think she'll come after us? Cause I've got money on us outrunning her."

[Yuki]

Rage. Cold-blooded, fuming, hot rage. Regardless of how contradicting that was, it described Yuki's anger perfectly. In blind fury, she whipped around to glare at whatever figure in the snow she could blame. The attack had come from the door. A snowy mist from the residue of the assault covered the field hung in the air like fog. As she peered into the haze, her blood o only pumped faster. She knew Teagan was up to this. She always was. The foolish child with her immature games. If ever there was a time when Yuki considered snowball fights as an act of "fun," she didn't remember it. Perhaps there was an instance when she was like Teagan, reckless and careless. But not anymore. Now, she was a hunter who didn't mess around, ever, and what Teagan was constantly doing? That was messing around. She took life much too lightly. That was why the girl was the one to always end up in the hospital.

And if Yuki caught her again this time, that would be one more trip for the record. She moved forward cautiously, almost as if she were in a battlefield. To whoever had attacked her, she was ready to defeat them, Teagan and all other children included. And no, she was not about to use the material in her environment as they had. She was about to use her fists. The mist finally cleared, Yuki spotted two figures clear as day, all in their guilty splendor--the two culprits. It was almost as if a demon had taken over her body. Black, beady eyes accompanied by an engulfing fire or a trail of smoke would most certainly have befitted her current state of mind.

"Teagan....Miles!" she hissed loudly. And then, like a bull, she charged forward for the kill.

((OOC note: Concerning the remark about Yuki...no offense taken, Adrian. She's asking for it XD ))

[Teagan]

Alarms started ringing in Teagan's head, warnings of an immediate retaliation. While it was obvious the assault would tick Yuki off, the proportions of her reaction inflated beyond the teen's assumptions. That meant they had to take immediate action. Already on her feet, she dragged Miles into an upright position.

"You wanted training, right?" Teagan patted the younger boy twice on the back as Yuki charged toward them. "Training starts now. Good luck Miles!" She braced herself for the assault, catching Yuki's fist and guiding it in another direction. This redirected the moving force and, for a moment, threw the older girl off balance.

Making use of the distraction, she bolted to the left, not bothering to see which direction the boy had taken. If they could split, Yuki would only be able to follow one of them. She, of course, was the most likely target, seeing as she was pegged nearly every week for a new crime against humanity. If Miles had enough smarts, he would race for the safety of the Wesson. If he had hunter smarts, he wouldn't run; he'd use the time Teagan bought to find a way to get them both into the Wesson.

Racing through the snow, Teagan mentally wished him luck.