Vampire Hunter School Thinger

"Perhaps they will. Miss Chase might be jealous if you do," Michael pointed out, giving an playful smile as he did so, the male slowly laughed, before glancing to the gate behind him. "Sure, I'd be more than willing to help out with anything, you know that," he assured, nodding his head gently as he did so, "And I'll be sure to pop over later to ensure things are going well."

Jamison smirked softly. "I won't teach anyone like Chase ever again, they just don't make doubles around here." he assured, patting the other man's shoulder. "I appreciate that Michael. You know, you're one of the best friends I've ever had.. I hope it'll stay that way. Have a wonderful day!" He smiled and turned, waving at the man before headed through the gate, which spat him into hell since that was his destination.

Michel smiled a little in response, nodding his head slightly in agreement, "I'm glad to heard that, my friend," he said, patting the other man's shoulder as he did so. "You have a good one, too, and take care of yourself!" Michael told the man, before watching him disappear.

(Should we ff? o: Do you want to post the fight or not? xD)

(Eah, I dun card either way. xD

BTW, since you suggested Natrix find him, you so considered those two having a fling, didn't you> XD)

( P: It'd just explain his wounds.. to me. XD Rofl. We can skip though, I dunno. I guess we should post it, but it probably won't take long to be over. XDD

... Maybe.. XD; )

(I'unno, do whatever you want us to do.

I knew it. xD)

(Alright. xD

Shut upppp. T__T *hides*)

His searching had taken him farther into hell than he'd wished to go. Usually, Silas stuck to the outskirts but not this time. Jamison was walking the perimeter of the castle itself, with permission from Lucifer.. well, Lucifer's people, of course. His white wings were edged in soot, giving them a peppered look, and his once pristine clothes were now a bit smudgy. "Silas!" he called, blue eyes scanning the dark landscaping as his boots carried him along the intricate walkway that led through interesting gardens and various other things. "When I find you, I swear, I'll knock you silly.." He still wasn't able to fly quite right so he was having a hard time looking for his coworker. It was even harder due to the smoggy air. "And you're getting me a new pair of work boots.." He shook his head and chuckled, knowing that would never happen.

Having healed enough that he could move about freely on his own, Zechs was on the move, as he had heard rumors of an angel that was there looking for someone, as well as smelled the stench of the wretch that had double teamed him. He growled a little in his throat, stomping around hell looking for the angel that had dared to tarnish his record. The bastard.

(Lame. Lazy/tired.

I think I'll be off to bed now.)

Jamison sighed, stopping for a moment and leaning against a stone pillar. The plant wrapped around it tried to wrap around him and he jumped away, causing it to wither and die due to a light emitted from his hand. "Jesus! This place is so strange." he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't aware that Zechs was there, or out for blood at that. He'd merely been protecting his partner, so he didn't feel in the wrong. "Ah well.. Silas!" he began to walk again, appearing rather focused on the search himself.

('S kay. xDD

Alright. (: Same here. Good night~! <3)

Zechs ran his fingers through his hair, inhaling the air deeply, not that it helped him any, practically all he could smell was brimstone. He growled, exiting the building he had been staying in with his boyfriend, and tromping around outside, following the whispers of demons towards the angel.

Jamison finally stopped looking for a good while, taking a break and drinking some water. The atmosphere of hell was making him feel a bit sick thanks to his purity. He rubbed his stomach and yawned, wishing he had more coffee. It was then that he picked up on a somewhat determined aura, Zechs. He began to walk, more curious than anything, towards the entity, unaware of who it was. He was about to walk right into him, however.

(You sure you don't want to ff? xD)

(I wanna FF. KInda bored atm. xP)

(I could tell. xDD To what point shall we ff? ^^)

(To whenever. xP)

(x_x Well, I guess someone needs to find him? Kai could talk to Zechs, maybe? And Abby could stay up and wait with Chase.. Idk which one.)

(I thought Natrix was gonna find Jamison, too?)

(Ohh, kay. ^^ I didn't know if you ever said alright to that. xD)

(Well, I jsut did. xP)

(dfgdfklg I want a sharp finger clawww. ;o; Those are so awesome and Left4Dead inspireddd.

Alright. n_n It's your post right?)

(Alright, I'll start a post in a few minutes. xP

Will Jamison be outside or will he be like, collapsed on the door step?)

(Mmk. xD

I dunno. D: I guess he could be halfway between, laying on the stairs? xD)

Natrix exhaled heavily, wandering around with little purpose, other than to get out of his room, which had been stuffy as of late. He pouted as he walked, burying his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. For a pervert, he sure knew how to dress snazzy.

(Lame. Kinda idle right now.)

The battered, bloody, defeated angel had managed to crawl about halfway up the stairs leading to Lucifer's front door. He'd left a blood trail from the battle scene to where he currently lay. One of his hands was extended as if he had passed out while reaching for the next step. Jamison groaned softly, wings hanging limply at his sides. He was swollen and bruised, hard to recognize at first glance. Hell, he had to be studied for a little while even. His body shook every now and then, whether from being cold or something in his knocked out state.

('S all good. (: & Natrix is slowly getting a wee bit better though, right? XD)

Natrix ran his fingers through his hair, thinking that he perhaps needed a cut. The male licked his lips, shuffling along, it was only a matter of time before he noticed a trail of blood. Curious, he followed it, heading in the wrong direction first and ending up where something terrible had obviously happened. His heart leaped as he thought perhaps something bad at happened to his family. He rushed to follow the trail in the opposite direction, suddenly noticing that there were clumps of white feathers all over the place, making him think an angel had come back to get Kai - again. Gritting his teeth, he inhaled, noting that it did not smell like his blood, but then, he was not as keen with his senses as the rest of his family.

It was only a matter of time before he found the bloodied form of... Something. Rushing forwards, he extended a hand to touch the creature, "Are you okay?" He asked, trying to figure out whom the hell it was.

(I suppose. xP)

Jamison flinched as he was touched, managing to open his eyes as he was awakened. He groaned, trying to slowly scoot away. His body didn't want to comply, however, so he merely shook his head. "N..." he began, though didn't seem to be able to form the small word just yet. He stared at Natrix for a little while, though his eyes fell to rest on the stairs around himself, which were hurting his back like hell. He grimaced, wishing that he could say something, anything, but most of all wondering why he couldn't recall his name, or why he was where he was, or what happened. His head felt split open yet the pressure on his brain made him shudder.

(xDD)

"Jesus, you're in bad shape, man," Natrix uttered, looking over the crippled form, he lowered himself more so, resting a hand in a bloody puddle on the steps, "I'm going to have to move you, which will probably hurt more, but... In the end it'll be better for you," he told the other man, looking over his wounds as he did so.

Jamison gave a single nod, merely laying in wait because that was all he could do. His eyes rest on Natrix, brilliant blue oddly empty. It was clear he was messed up in the head, but to what extent? The man took a ragged breath and licked his bloodied lips, making a pained face soon after.

Natrix nodded as well, slowly hoisting the battered frame into his arms. He might not as been as powerful as the rest of his family, but he was more than strong enough to lift the humanoid into his arms. Pausing, he wondered what he should do with the man, and opted that bringing him back to his own room might scare the life out of him, so instead, he made for a guest room.

Jamison gritted his bloodied teeth, eyes narrowing as he forced himself not to cry out in agony. The male gripped Natrix's shirt surprisingly tightly, looking around in a somewhat frightened manner. "Wh.. ughh.." he shivered, wings still hanging as if they were broken all to hell. He took some more jagged breaths, resting his head on the other man's chest. "Who.. am... I?" he finally mustered, sounding rather flustered. Haha yay rhymes. c: