The Sheppard Residence was a quiet sort of cottage, its architecture a mix of influences for each addition over the century and half. There was no electricity on the property, save for the five volt line that powered the rotary telephone. Grace had been given keys, mundane and magical, to enter the house proper, and well as the out buildings while Shep and Jo were gone on their inventions. Pig feed was out in the warded barn, its interior had been expanded into the Nevernever to along the massive Werepig more room to forage and get exercise. Shep offered a crash course into the home defences, before Jo elected to simplify the alarms. One set of four matching shell windchimes danced when someone entered the property. A second set of four with metal tubing danced with the wind, a particular tube only ringing for there was someone beyond natural on the property. There was a pair in the barn, another in the master bedroom, another in the kitchen, and the last in the wood shop. Only one room was thoroughly secured, and that was the vault of arcane horrors and wonders.
The fact that Grace was on the property this night had clearly excited the beast. The massive creature was constantly snorted at the air to pull at her feminine scent, groaning happily at what it discovered. And it would press on the magically laced wooden barriers to rub on the material, rubbing its scent there for the sake of enticing her with its boarish odor.
Grace came onto the property walking calmly, her dark eyes taking in the surroundings with a gentle smile. Work was done for the night, people all safely trained in the arts of self defense so that she felt like she'd been doing some good in the world. Serenity promised itself, if it weren't for the massive werepig attempting to make himself far better known to the asian woman. The fact that her mouth watered didn't seem to make her feel any better about it, really, and Grace gave a little snort of derision in her own direction. Wearing a simple set of black, tight, pants that moved easily with her and left no extra fabric for grabbing, along with her Tshirt from work, black emblazoned with the 'Lams and Lions' logo on the front in dark red, Grace didn't look all that striking against the darkness as she moved through the grounds and finally settled into the living room of the home proper. Her long hair was still pulled back into a tight bun at the base of her skull, and over her shoulder she carried her trusty backpack, which she rarely seemed to leave the dojo without. Leaving her shoes on her feet had started to drive her mad, so she took off the low profile, black, tennis shoes just inside the door of Shep and Jo's home and was barefoot, seeming to be attempting to meditate through the lure of an immensely satisfying meal just a hundred yards away.
As Grace entered the property, a gentle wind picked up around her, russling the many shrubs and palms on her walk to the house, seeming perfectly natural as any other wind, and the shell windchimes clicked their message as well as the metal ones, each dancing with their seeming innocence as they played notes, a particular one repeating its warning. The home was ever inviting, a testament to life on the Jewel of the Pacific. The flowers and other potted plants had been moved outside for the sake of Jo keeping them alive, but the place was still welcoming, the scent of old wood smoke lingering in the air.
There was more snorting from the barn, positively excited to get a reply of any sort from Grace, and it let out a screech. This sound was far from the roaring creature she had heard in the forest over a year ago, likely deadened with domestication and the clever use of sound dampening both magical and mundane.
Sitting with her eyes closed, calm on the couch, Grace couldn't help the slight grin on her lips as the poor pig went about redoubling its efforts for getting attention. Whether or not she was on the vegan path, a meal that REALLY wanted to be eaten was still a rare thing, and that couldn't be completely ignored. The scent of the flowers filled her and she relaxed back against the couch, essentially sitting vigil on the warden's home, as was her plan for the night. Likely, in a little bit, she'd go shower and change for bed, resting in the guestroom. Or perhaps, this would just be one of those nights Grace chose to sleep sitting up on the couch. Either way, she was on her 'decompress' series of relaxing breaths post work. Despite the fact that she was in an entirely different environment, she really was just going through her usual post work routine she'd have been following at home.
The massive pig once again squealed for attention, its massive head pushing under the side pen. It bit the edge of its sizeable trough. With a whip of its neck, it flung the empty plastic bin against the outer wall of the barn, knocking over a couple of rakes in the process. The pig snorted at the air once more, its forepaws digging at the ground, then the creature used its tusks to dig up the earth and started rooting in the dirt of its pen, pigs were noctural after all. Then there was a sudden pause in the sound, the pig snorting at the air.
Grace was most of the way through her breathing exercises when, there was another breeze that made its way through the property, and again it took its path to agitate the windchimes, shells clicking, then pipes dinging their messages, that one off note dinging quietly, yet repeatedly until the breeze had died down.
Grace cocked her head to the side and seemed to still entirely. Rather than standing, she simply adjusted her position so she was crouched, then reached into her backpack with hardly a sound to pull out a couple of crucial implements. Knives, stabbing weapons... and of course a little chain with a lovely, arched, blade attached to the far end. Because ninjas gotta ninja. Once she'd gathered her gear and placed it in proper locations on her body for ease of use, Grace started toward the back balcony of the home, and leapt off of it silently to the ground, so she could go about stalking her possible prey.
While Graces landing when unnoticed, the pig had caught the scent of two others on the property. There was a snarl as pressed its body against the gate, as it let a stream of urine flow and defecation to drop between its legs. It let out a deadened grunt of challenge, and it paused to wait for a reply. At the second scent, it snorted loudly, its mass rocking against the against the ground that seemed as excited as when Grace had first showed.
As Grace began to move, the sway of bushing betrayed the movement of something. In the darkness, the details were difficult to tell, but there was a clear mechanical click and a zipper being undone. With another pause, the shake of palms continued towards the house it.
Grace took a moment to listen, paying attention to the Pig. Without making any extra sound, she slinked a little deeper into shadow, following behind the shaking palm trees and shrubs, her eyes scanning the area carefully as she did. While some people might have had an expression on their face of focus, or anything really, Grace looked... serene. Her face was relaxed, her eyes the most animated thing on her.
The pig snorted at the air loudly, and was at this point not sure if the scent of the first female had more it so it was just hoping there are a second female, and a male to crash for the sake of dominance. The massive boar's attention moved to force its head under the bar, oinking at the empty bin that had been there. It was still empty, the wereboar snarled its frustration at the lack of breakfast.
The first shadow lowered its body, and started missing the branches, and carefully crept over the deadfall. Its path breaking Grace's line of sight, and escaping her.
There was a snap of a twig, and the second shadow moved around the surf shop towards the back of the property and likely the barn beyond with all the noise that the wereboar was making.
Grace didn't so much as frown as she lost sight of the first sneaky devil, though when the second one caught her attention, she did shift direction to go get a better idea of what they were doing. Catching herself as she nearly stepped full onto a branch (Barefeet are great for noting terrain) she quickly adjusted how she was doing things and pumped a little extra energy through her body to keep herself swift and silent. Moving to flow along the path of the other insurgent, she kept quiet and waited.
The shadow that headed back down the side of the house continued moving at a slow pace. Movement in darkness, even during a new moon, caught the eye, and Grace was able to track that black clad individual as it headed back to the barn. She knew the moment, the shadow had made it to the barn and crept inside, because the pig was notice immediate, and let out an earpiercing squeal of excitement. The pig slammed its body against the gate, the metal clacking as the pig began to thrust its mass against that metal frame. The shadow froze there, trying to decide what the fuck it was looking at.
The first shadow crept up to the house, rolling a shoulder to free a bag strap, and started toying inside of it so very carefully.
Grace turned as the ninja made his way to the back barn, looking toward the house with curiosity glinting in her eyes. Whatever the other person was doing up there, she couldn't tell from here. And so, Grace moved toward the house while the other sneaky person was looking at the pig in the magically insulated barn.
The shadow in the barn began to scan the enclosure for ways to undo the gate, and farther make a mess of the island. It reached out, tracing a finger through the air as it scanned the bars, noting the symbols carved into the metal. It toed at the ground, searching for a line on the ground. The wereboar oinked at the shadow, excited as ever, but decided that sugar was needed. Its massive body turned to force its head under the feeding bar, its nose pressed to the plastic trough, and with a few jerks of its head, it pushed the tub towards the searching shadow.
The first shadow stared at the structure of the house, and started making notes of its structure with its hand on the pack. It hesitated, running its forearm against its forehead to scratch at it. Letting out a quick sigh, it froze, and restarted on its mental checklist.
Grace moved a bit closer to the house, and finally manages to get a good look at the other person. Male, figures... as the one in the back was getting happier sounds. The pack in his hands had Grace staring for a moment, a slight frown just barely pulling down on the corner of her lips, enough that it spoke of whatever conversation she had going on in her head. To make sure she could better deal with the situation, and quickly, she positioned herself in a better placement to be able to strike at the man with the pack, since the female was busy with the pig for now.
The first shadow by the house, scanned the house, leaning back to decide where a bomb may not be pushed through a ward or other magic field. It slinked along the outside of the house, making to where a couple of additions joined together, and the shadow dragged its pack to that spot to pick out a screwdriver to stop and remove a vent cover.
The second shadow began searching along the fence with the barn, checking for magical weak spots in the gate, where some of the warding could be damaged.
The search was going fine until the werepig recognized that the shadow wasn't there to eat it, nor was the shadow coming into the enclosure. The pig beat its head on the gate as it freed its head, and threw it back. It's tusked maw fell open, and it let out a terrifying squeak that was downright deafening for those inside the barn. The pig was clearly unhappy that it's polite asking for food was ignored. The shadow grabbed the sides of its head, stepping back from the fence line, causing unsettled by the pig. To the outside world, the squeal was barely audible, something easy for someone in the house to sleep through.
Grace let out a soft breath, then adjusted her trajectory to better set up a strike against the man setting a damn explosive in the vent of the house. The blade and chain of her Kusarigama made no noise as she readied them, holding the handle of the weapon in her right hand and the bladed end in the left so she could be prepared. Her focus was decidedly on the man at the house, but the sound of the angry as hell pig did manage to trigger to her attention. Realizing that this was going to have to happen before she had two people to deal with instead of one, she relaxed her stance and got herself ready to attack.
The shadow near Grace, undid the vent with a screwdriver, sliding the vent cover out of the way, and checking out the crawl space. Seemingly satisfied, it reached into the pack, setting some things before pushing it into the crawl space vent. It let out a quiet sigh of relief that it didn't explode on the spot.
The second shadow shook its head, and pulled out a knife, running the tip of the knife over the ward to scratch a line into them. Energy sparked from the runes to the tip of the knife, causing arcs each time the knife broke another rune. It was a thoroughly systematic deconstruction of ward.
The pig snorted excitedly as the shadow moved from ward to ward to disable it. It had decided that it liked this particular process, and it pressed its body to the fence to test its strength. There were more hopeful oinks, and the gate groaned on the stress of the weight. The second shadow decided it was time to leave the barn, and headed outside.
The time was now, this was the time. Grace had been as patient as she could really afford to be with setting up her strike against the man placing the explosives at the side of the house. Stepping forward, she lunged from her left leg, then extended her left arm to explosively throw the bladed end of her Kusarigama at said bomber. The blade flew through the air with a whisper of light chain, blending in with the sounds of the windchimes as they rang through the breezy night. And then the blade struck, hard, and viciously deep, eating its way through the man's throat from behind as it made its arc in the darkness. The blade itself didn't stop until it had passed through the soft tissues at the front of the man's neck. Finally, it lodged itself in between vertebrae on the man's spine, from the front, severing all of the necessary and very important things one needs to live, and all but decapitating him outright.
The first ninja reflexively gripped the blade to stop it from advancing further, his scream coming out as a foam of blood out of the gouge on his neck. His hand dropped to his hip, and he partially turned to cast a fearful black eyed gaze at Grace. Pulling the pistol off, he fired a suppressed shot at the chain welding maniac that went wide.
The second shadow broke out into a run away from the barn and around the house, jumping when she had hear the suppressed round go off. She took grabbed the pistol from her hip holster as she saw Grace.
The massive pig squealed as the female ran away, and it reared up like the polar bear sized wereboar it was. The metal gate exploded off its hinges when the boar slammed its head through it, and it started for the barn door.
Grace cocked her head to the side in the classic 'tsk, tsk, tsk' sort of tilt, then jerked back on the chain still firmly attached to the blade that had lodged in the man's spine. A clear 'POP' sound could be heard, only slightly less audible than the gunshot had been, really, as the kusarigama finished its pass through the man's neck and neatly bisected his spine. As his head went rolling one direction, leaving his body behind, Grace rolled to the side to get some cover from the nearby shrubs. Incoming female tresspasser and apparently a soon to be incoming giant pig of ultra-fuck had her taking at least some precautions.
With the first assassin going down and Grace rolling into the bush, the female blinked her black eyes at the smell of fresh blood and just continued running. Her path took her past Grace.
Hooved feet and forearms tore at the dirt and leafy ground, snorted and crazied. It rounded the corner of the house, and continued its charge, trampling through Grace's bush and straight towards the shadow that left him foodless. The creature body blocked the female, who stumped and fell. She panted for several seconds, and fear forced her back onto her feet.
Having had her original bush apparently destroyed by a rampaging pig of legend, Grace had to find herself a new spot to prepare for her next attack. Moving quickly on her bare feet, Grace moved to another series of bush and shadows to crouch and watch the impending horror play out between the female insurgent and the pig. Her phone was fished out of her pocket and she typed a quick text. While waiting for a response, she prepared her Kusarigama again, but also seemed to be preparing for other things, as her eyes slowly bled to matte, boundless black, seas in her eye sockets.
The female turned in a panic, whipped the brush with her gun hand in the place she though Grace was, disparate for someone else to share in the attention of the wereboar. And that's when everything went wrong. The wear reared up and grabbed her with a hooved forearm and dragged her partially off her feet and against its chest. The boar's wet nose moved, as it snorted in the air, its massive head turned in Grace's direction. The vampire struggled within the hold, her attention shifting to the light of the phone.
Grace frowned slightly and pushed the button to dim the light on the phone to almost nothing. Then, she shifted her position, moving over by another two groupings of shubbery. Glancing at the phone, she texted back to Noah quickly, then readied herself to deal with the next issue... Whether or not she could let some other woman live through being violated by a pig before she killed her.
The vampire kicked and twisted her body out of the wereboar's grasp, dropping to ground, and again stumbling to her feet to try retreat once more. Gasping, her breath was starting to get strained, and while her mind just wanted to live, her Hunger took over. Her fangs slipped out and she let out a starved groan as she turned towards the ready supply of blood, back to her downed ally. She made it two steps before the wereboar fell on her once more, partially pinning her struggling form that was still crawling that way.
Grace watched as the femaled seemed very determined to get away from the Pig. That wouldn't do. First, someone had to keep piglette occupied. Second, well... Grace didn't want her getting out of range, either. And so, Grace moved her right arm in a whipping motion, and at the end of that motion a matte black blade left her hand, finding its unerring way through the back of the female's calf, completely severing the achillies tendon along with creating a bone deep gash in the lower leg to hobble her.
The female let off a hoarse scream as a blade passed through the top of her boot, and she crumbled on the ground under the pig. The vampire snarls and snapped at the air as she tried find a piece of the pig to bite and drink from. The boar's weight fell over her, its forepaw pressing her face into the dirt. It's hips reflexively thrusted with the keen awareness of what was about to happen. It snorted at Grace, unleashing a squeal of excitement to the Jade Assassin as it started pawing at her clothes with its free foreclaw.
Grace, satisfied that the woman was at the very least held down, and hobbled, turned her attention to the pig. Her skin seemed to pale slightly, then dark, shadowy veins came to be apparent through the near transluscence of her flesh. The pig, for as much as it might notice, maybe felt a little tug at its energy, not too much yet... but enough to at least make a slight difference. Either way, Grace stayed where she was, leaving the woman to the fate she chose for herself when she freed the massive Pig.
What followed was animalistic, and brutal, the wereboar ignored Grace taking its energy as it ripped the clothes off the vampire. The female screamed in wild hunger, struggling under the pig, trying to dig her way down from under the massive creature. The boar squealed with delight and once its prize was laid bare, it forced itself on her, dismissing the struggle as nothing more than part of the carnal game. Soften flesh ripped, and bones cracked. The female's cries when from hungered to broken and devoid of hope as she was repeatedly pounded.
Grace took advantage of the situation, truly, by preparing. She watched the pig for a few moments impassively, whether the knowledge of what was happening bothered her or not didn't much register outwardly. Instead, she planned. While planning, Grace stood from the position in which she really wasn't hidden from the pig anyway and walked back toward the once pig enclosure to get an idea of how much damage had been done to let the pig out in the first place. On the way, she picked up the bucket that would hold feed, as that would likely be quite helpful in the near future.
Filling up the bucket of food, Grace went about pouring a line of the feed along the ground, starting inside the pig enclosure and walking back toward the rutting animal with steadily dropped morsels. The path was created... Now... To deal with the pig itself, once it no longer had its attention fully drawn by the woman under it.
Grace focused on the pig again, not bothering to hide this time, since he could smell her. There was no change really, in the way she looked, though there was a little burning to her cheeks as she seemed to have her own body temperature adjusted. With the paleness of her own skin currently, the heat coming into her was almost noticeable, as if she'd stood next to a bonfire.
After taking a few more minutes to watch things unfold, Grace gave another good, studious look at the Pig. Her focus was absolute, and the sensation of her skin heating up again caused her to shiver, but not with chill. Instead of continuing to stay up close to the situation, Grace moved back by the house, satisfied that the way things were happening were at least going to come to a conclusion at some point. She stood, waiting for Noah, her cold, empty, fathomless, black eyes reflecting nothing as she inhaled in a slow, shallow, manner.
The rattling of an old Dodge Ram came to a stop on the end of the drive, and the engine cut off. Noah stepped out of the vehicle, and closed the door. He reached into the back to grab a massive case of tools, and armor. He was address in a pair of BDU pants, a tan t-shirt, and boots. The man walked down the driveway, the breeze building around him, shrugging his shoulder and the weight hanging over it. The windchimes noted the presence of someone, and the metal note rang repeatedly. Coming to a stop, he looked at the rutting wereboar, whose movement had slowly, and joyous squeals had died down to tired groans as orgasmic contractions oozed more into the fallen female form. The man seemed completely unfazed by this somehow, and his gaze went to Grace. His brow came together as he stared at the woman and her black eyes, then he put down his bag to start gearing up. The wereboar snared at Noah, a sort of warning grunt with saliva dripping. Noah, just put on the flack vest, "So before life starts getting drain out of people and trees, what do you know about the bomb?"
Grace turned her head slightly to look at Noah, giving him a little nod. Wearing a simple set of black, tight, pants that moved easily with her and left no extra fabric for grabbing, along with her Tshirt from work, black emblazoned with the 'Lams and Lions' logo on the front in dark red, Grace didn't look all that striking against the darkness. Her long hair was still pulled back into a tight bun at the base of her skull, and it left the skin of her face and neck completely exposed, showing the paleness of it, and the dark feathers of shadowy veins that coursed with pulsing blood and energy. Grace's black eyes seemed to stay on Noah for an overly long amount of time, maybe a heartbeat or two to some, but it was downright improper when one considered Grace's usual behavior. She blinked those matte orbs and forced herself to look away from Noah, her hands smoothing the front of her shirt as if it could take away from the noticeable state of her arousal through the fabric. "It's in the airvent, there. It was in a backpack, carried by the beheaded one on the ground." Grace moved her hand to point to the air vent, and then to the dead man. "His backpack is there with his body if you need it." Notably, Grace didn't have a drop of blood on her. Turning her attention back to the pig, she sucked in a slow breath. "I'm going to try to get him to go back into his little home. Can you watch her to make sure she doesn't crawl away while I do that? And don't let her bite you. She looks pitiful, as she should, considering she broke the pig out."
Noah exhaled a chuckle, "No need feelin' ashamed for being what you are, Grace. Chewing up me though likely just be crossing the stream." The man finished velcroing his vent, then picked up his tool case to head over to where Grace indicated. He rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek as she set down his case off the blood and dead guy, and then he opened to get out a telescopic mirror and tongs. He carefully searched the bag carefully for a detonator, then extended the mirror to stick into the vent hole to look into it. If the windchime and his words wasn't an indication, he was working in complete darkness.
The pig movements stopped over the folded vampire, and it just stood there in a daze, partially inside of the woman.
Grace shook her head a single time, then turned to look at the pig. While she did walk toward it, she did so in an arc, and knelt down to the first pile of food she'd laid out. Picking it up and then holding the food out in the palm of her hand, she called softly to the spent creature. "I have your food here, sorry it was a little late." She made kissing noises like she was calling a cat or small puppy. "Come on this way, I'm sure you're cold and could use a little nap. It's a little chilly out in the open like this." Grace looked at the monstrous pig, oddly seeming used to facing such giant creatures.
The wereboar snorted in the direction of Grace, and it pulled free a twisted, fading, and bloodied organ out of the vampire. It stepped over her, completely, grapping the vampire by the wrist and dragging her as it walked on three legs towards where Grace indicated. It opened its maw and started eating with each step, consuming feed, dirt, and grass with each step on the trail of food back to barn. The vampire had long since fallen unconscious, her form naked save for the scraps of clothes and her boots. Sex and blood oozed from her in a trait as she was dragged along.
Noah stared at the bomb, taking in its details, "Mechical timing... Doesn't look like there's a remote." He pulled back the mirror to pick out the tools he needed, his attention never going to Grace or the wereboar with his prize.
Grace followed into the barn, her eyes moving over the floor, then to the unconscious woman. The slight frown that came over her lips wasn't enough to be overly demonstrative of her emotions, but it was there. "I'll be right back. I just need to talk to her, I won't take her from you. Besides. You need water." Grace turned and walked back out of the barn to allow the pig and his female to settle in a little, and to let her fill up the bucket of water that she would soon be using.
The tattooed wereboar didn't seem to understand what Grace said, but his massive head followed her as she moved to get water. Feminine scents were to be analyzed, and it started chuffing as it took in that glorious scent. It took more steps into the enclosure and dragged the filled plastic bin over to eat in earnest, its mate like a boneless sack in its hooved claw, dragged into muck and feces with it.
Noah worked up his plan of action, working an arm into the vent hole with pryers and the mirror. The man worked calmly to doublecheck the detonator for bootytrap. He feed tools into the hole, pulling the blasting caps, and the detonator, and cutting the blasting caps.
Grace came back into the pig's enclosure with a bucket filled with water, her face back to its implacable stoic expression. Instead of walking straight to the pig, Grace veered toward the woman he held by the wrist, examining her curiosly before she stopped walking, standing near the two creatures, one huge and the other broken. "Wake up. If you can hear me, wake up now, or I'll be waking you up." Grace didn't seem to be mincing her words really, and instead readied the bucket of water to use in the case that the woman wasn't simply laying there limp as a survival technique. When there was no response to Grace's suggestion that she open her eyes, it left no other course than Grace spilling water onto the woman's face, being sure to get it into her mouth and up her nose.
Noah held the blasting cap by the wires and pulled them from the holes, then picked up the detonator to analyzer it. "Piezoelectric from the look of it... Don't see that much." He pulled out some anti-static bags from his case to start slipping in the components, and closing them up.
The wereboar continued eating, pausing when Grace poured the water on the vampire. Reaching over, he gripped the bucket to pull it from her, and it stayed in her hands. The wereboar snarled at her, and partially chewed fell from its mouth.
The vampire choked and coughed, her whole body shaking, a thick and bloody discharge oozed from her body, and she started to whimper, her limbs barely responding as she lay in the mud.
Grace held tight to the bucket long enough to make sure the vampire was awake, then she looked at the pig and raised a fine, black, eyebrow ever so slightly over her matte black eye. "If you chill for just a moment, it will be yours. No need to get pushy. I've already given you more than you've had for weeks." she nodded down at the body of the broken vampire, then gently set the bucket that was still mostly full of water down in front of the pig. "Enjoy. I'm just going to talk to your girlfriend." Grace stepped a little away from the water, trying to make it clear that it was now the pigs entirely, before she crouched down a bit near the bleeding woman. "Who sent you here?"
The pig grabbed the bucket again, turning and dumping it into the food bin to greedily consume the hydrated slomp, it rested its forepaws on the ground as its exhaustion weighted in.
The vampire sobbed weakly as she attemped to press her legs together and the shock of once whole pelvis ground inside of her body. Her tearing eyes rounded in their sockets, "Uhhh..." Her expression contorted in pure pain and horror. "T-the... The C-court..." She tried to move, but the pain was more than enough to make her accept her current position. "Viv..." She choked on the name, her eyes moving back to the massive pig.
Grace nodded her head once. "You're likely going to die here. But I'll let you wait here with your new friend while I discuss it with the wardens. I've killed your friend, the bomb is being removed from the house as we speak. You have failed. If you'd like to kill yourself while we wait for the wardens, I certainly won't stop you." Grace looked over the woman once and nodded her head. "Take care." Then Grace stood up, and walked to the entrance of the barn, leaving the woman there with the massive Pig. At the door, she looked over everything and frowned slightly, doing her best to shut it as well as she could, and at the very least making it look closed so it wasn't an immediate harkening to exit the building rather than stay inside and be warm and comfortable with food and water.
The vampire closed her eyes when Grace mentioned her friend, the weight of that, her pain, and her predicament too much. Tears fell as Grace turned to leave, "N-no please..." The boar swallowed down more food, watching Grace leaving, licking its lips hungrily, but not wanting to use the energy to pursue the Jade Courtier. When the vampire started to move and drag herself. The wereboar reached down to grab her wrist once more, she managed to scream, the magics of the barn deadening the sound as Grace closed it.
Noah picked out the C-4 blocks to add to more bags, and closed it up. The fact he worked without a second thought around a dead body and its smell made it fully known that it wasn't the first time, nor likely to be the last in this situation. The man double checked the vent hole for any other explosives. With confidence, he put the cover back on, holding it place as he searched for the screws and put them back into the holes, starting them before he picked up his screwdriver to tighten them.
Grace hefted the large square bar that was used to secure the door of the barn and slid it solidly into place, grunting a bit with the effort of lifting such a huge object. Ignoring the pleas of the woman that had come to kill people that literally helped any and all that came to ask for it had dropped the woman lower than dirt on her scale of people that deserve to live, and she wouldn't be coming back. Instead, Grace simply turned and started walking up toward Noah and the dead body she'd have to take care of. Thoughts moved through her head and she seemed to be making plans, but when she came closer and actually was able to see Noah, she stopped and stared. Luckily he only had eyes in the front of his head that could see in the dark and not the back, or the woman might have blushed. "Were you able to find everything?" Grace asked the question as calmly as she could, though didn't manage to tear the intense stare she had on his backside away.
Noah finished closing up the vent as he spoke, "I hate to tell you, but it looks like there was a C4 fairy under your house." He pulled at the velcro on the flakvest as he stood up, and pulled the vest over his head. There was a smirk on his lips as he tossed the vest aside where it wouldn't get blood on it. He stared at Grace for a moment, "I'd tell you get an exterminator, but it looks like you have that covered." The man exhaled a dry laugh, "You usually see a battery of some sort, and this one is mechanical. Uses piezoelectric to send the charge to the blast caps. Someone hates technology. Mechanical is has a long of risks, mostly impacts." He paused for a moment, "You okay? Need to chew on something?"
"It would make sense that they might not enjoy technology. They were red court vampires." Grace shrugged her shoulder ever so slightly, though the non-chalance of the movement completely belied the way her eyes fixed on Noah as he pulled off his vest. Her breath came slightly faster when he gave the dry laugh, which caused her to stiffen slightly, trying to hold her body rigid. "I really do appreciate you coming out to help, Noah. I apologize for exposing you to any of this, I don't know why, but I was hoping to clean some of it up before you arrived." The question of whether or not she needed to chew on something caused Grace to blush, which stood out far more against her transluscent skin with its blackened veins than it normally would. "I chewed on something. I just... have the excess I'm dealing with right now." Grace closed her eyes and attempted to take a slow breath, but it caused her nipples to tighten under her t-shirt again, and she shivered slightly. "You have my apologies."
Age and wisdom had its perks, and there was mostly being aware that one didn't have to drop their gaze to look at breasts as one talked to a woman. Noah let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head as he knelt down to put his tools away. "I suppose I may have a few questions about a pig and a naked woman being dragged off to parts unknown... But really it would just be rude, and I know when I get all black eyed with black veins, it really isn't the time for conversation." Sorting his tools, he closed up the case. "I can dispose of these parts and plastique. I would sort of prefer it to save me having a knock in case you leave it lying around." He gently cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, "So what I should I not be eating?"
Grace reopened her eyes and nodded to Noah. "Feel free to take it with you, I'd prefer it to me disposing of it. I don't know enough about explosives to do so responsibly, and I'd feel terrible if something happened because of my ineptitude in this regard." She smiled to Noah, though it was a little strained, and definitely on the small side. "Don't eat cursed men that have been turned into enourmous pigs by Gods that lean toward fertility and verility, would be my suggestion. I try to keep it to a minimum myself and would have avoided it entirely tonight were it not for these two assassins coming to try to kill people that decidedly do not deserve to be killed." Grace rolled her shoulders slightly, and let out a soft sound, a little more than a breath, that was intensely suggestive. Taking a step closer, she inhaled as if she were dragging in Noah's scent, and looked up at him with a slow blink of her pale eyelids, the thick black lashes standing out remarkably even with the cold, dead, voids of black where her eyes usually were. "Are you hungry?" The statement was almost brazen coming from her lips, especially with the fact that she'd shifted her hips a little.
Noah listened as he zipped up his case, grabbed the handle. The sound that came from Grace gave him pause, and he took a deep breath. "I'm not going to lie... Life or death situations tend to get the blood pumping, but you know that already. Personal experience about god curses is more Lee's department." The man collect the bomb parts, save the detonator, which he put into his pocket. Standing up, he turned to Grace. "Grace... You are beautiful, and you have a great smile. I am certain of three things: One, I have a fiancee. Two, this would be turn in some very weird life sucking tug of war. Three, being altered leans people do things they regret." The man shook his head. "I was going to ask if needed help moving him, but that is probably not a good idea."
Grace nodded once, and while it wasn't sharp, it did have a somewhat final feeling to it. Though it also caused her to make a slightly strangled sound. "I have Bjorn, thank you for reminding me, Noah. I am definitely not thinking with the rationality I'd prefer right now." She tore her blackened gaze away from Noah and looked back to the corpse. "I need no help disposing of a corpse, but thank you for the thought. In all that has happened tonight, there was certainly some of it that falls directly into my wheelhouse." She did manage to look over at Noah again, curiosity somewhat highlighted in the way her eyes looked him over. "You move differently than you did before. It drew my attention. It's not a bad thing, and it's improved how your rear looks, you hold yourself more comfortably. Your fiancee must be doing good things for you." Grace smiled a little more fully to Noah, and nodded her head to him. "Thank you so much for your help. I'm sure the owners of this place will be very happy to not have it blown up." Grace moved over toward the dead body, reaching to pick up the head by the hair to place it onto the torso of the corpse. "And now, I'll take care of this. Please be safe. But please do go. Sitting around with desire is far easier if there's nothing to focus on as a possible outlet."
Noah let out a breathy chuckle, and nodded. "Yeah... It was the damnest thing. An explosion left me with some shrapnel in it. Then my fiancee blew up in and it took so much from me, that my body forced it out of me." He shook his head, "I was so hungry that I wanted to suck my fiancee dry... Well, I sort of it, but kept it to her sleeping eleven or twelve hours. We had to stay at my place to save her yard from dying, because every plant was turning yellow, or worse, around me." The man watched her move the head, "But thank you for mentioning my ass, I'm sure Lee is appreciating it." Noah smirked, "I'll leave you to it." And with that, he started up back towards the driveway, picking up his flakvest on the way.
"Take care." Grace nodded and seemed to have understood what Noah was talking about, even processed it, but didn't feel the need to comment on it. It wasn't as if she was ignoring him, but that she simply accepted that it had happened. The body was then hefted slightly, or more, the arms were pulled up over its shoulders, and Grace began dragging it back toward the barn that housed the giant pig and the girl that had made a very, very, big mistake this evening.
Noah turned and walked backwards, "If you need any help with your pig, call me. I grew up on a farm, and Lee knows a thing or two about the gods around here, unless its from elsewhere." He lifted the flakvest in a wave and headed out to his truck to put his gear in the back.
Grace glanced back at Noah and nodded her head, then continued to drag the body to the barn. Once there, she moved the head off the torso, then took the body inside, so that the pig could eat to his heart's content. It helped that Grace was allowing the female to watch as her male counterpart was eaten. Maybe another nudge to help the girl commit herself to death instead of living and making it more of a pain in the ass when the Wardens got back. Her breath left her with a huff as she finally shut the barn door again and lifted the cross rail back up. Staring down at the head of the dead man, she frowned, and tried to call Bjorn again, waiting until she got to voicemail to hang up without leaving a message. "Looks like it's just you and me, short stuff." Her tone was dry as she spoke to the dead head, then picked it up to carry it into the house in order to preserve it for when the wardens got home.
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