Seres had no further questions for now, so she kept quiet. Wow, that's more impressive than I expected... the ex-cosplayer thought as she saw the helicopter. The trip was pleasant, if quiet – apparently no on was in a talkative mood. For her part Seres took deep breaths and tried to calm down before her first combat engagement with demons since she had been saved by the Bureau. When they arrived Seres gave a polite nod to the two men and quickly got inside the car for the extermination team, making herself comfortable and waiting for the rest of her teammates to get inside as well.
'It emphasises your curves very effectively,' James nodded, his eyes looking over the older woman's curves for a moment, she had a certain charm, even if she was his mother's age, 'It doesn't show any skin yet it still leaves little to the imagination. You'll have to watch out for young guys trying to cop-a-feel in a crowded club like that.'
Melissa had already taken a seat by the corner by the time the cosplayer entered. The sexy milf wearing a purple sleeveless turtleneck, white medium length skirt, black tights, and short heeled shoes. "Hello there, miss Seres." She waved, giving the younger woman a smile. "It's a pleasure to be working with you." Melissa then gave a business like greeting.
“Hello... Melissa, correct? Sorry, I still haven't memorized everyone's names... Please call me just Seres – no need for 'miss'.” The blonde returned the greeting with a friendly smile and quickly checked out the sexy MILF. “The pleasure is all mine. I hope we will work well together.”
Her face actually turned out to be capable of expressions other than that gentle smile. She didn’t look angry, just visibly confused at him commenting on her body, along with her cheeks reddening. Did he really just say that? Was he just that crude normally or was her own Templar magic influencing him to just say some of his thoughts and he didn’t notice? Which was also something that made bars and the like an issue for her to be in. Horny drunks were bad for women, but then put even less of a filter on the things they’ll say...and it’s all embarrassing, to say the least. “Please, don’t say things like that...” She also didn’t look completely certain at what she was thinking before reassuring herself with a smile. “And you don’t need to worry. I’m already married, so they won’t bother me.” It was impossible to tell if she could really be this naive or just wanted to think that. Experience actually told her it wasn’t a lot of a deterrent for horny drunks, but she should be fine. “I’ll just say no. Don’f worry. I won’t agree to let any of them to take me on dates.”
Nadya finished inspecting her weapon before she collected her hoodie and put it back on. Even though they were going to be in the heat, the hoodie was used to mostly conceal her hair which could potentially give her away against a dark background. She really should dye it to be darker. It was a rare display of vanity that she couldn't really bring herself to do it. The hoodie made her a little sweaty outside of a climate-controlled building but wasn't really an issue unless she had to do a lot of running and stayed hydrated. With a flick, she threw her joint into a wastebasket and left. The girl was mostly quiet for the trip. Although she probably did have a slight piney, slight skunky smell about her. When LA came into view she squinted at the city lights a little and muttered to herself. "Home shit home..." Finally they landed and she got out. Once the men identified themselves, she walked over to the man for the Extermination Team, "Hey I need some ammo for my gun." she rolled her rifle on her shoulder to emphasize which gun she was talking about.
'Hold on, you're a married nun?' James raised an eyebrow, looking like somebody had just told him the sky was green, 'That doesn't really... that's not how it works.'
“Married to god. And a knight. We still need to have families so we have new blood to raise into the order. Nobody has to become a Knight, but you are expected to be committed to your role if you stay. That includes taking on a husband or wife.” She spoke like it was such an after thought, it didn’t matter. “Even in regular sects of the church, you aren’t actually required to be a virgin to join, that’s a misconception.”(actually true, by the way) Taking a breath, it was hard to finish her full explanation of how it all worked in a short time. “But your commitment to god is the most fundamental thing. We can have children, to populate. If my husband dies, then yes, I’d have to go into full abstinence, having served my purpose.”
'Order? Knights? What are you even talking about?' James looked confused, 'You're not from some Catholic convent?'
"Yes. That's me." Melissa replied with a giggle, unaware that Seres was checking her out. Despite her age, the sexy milf still had a bombshell body, her large breasts straining against her sleeveless top, and her meaty thighs were encased in a layer of smooth nylon. On her head was her long, raven black hair, which ended below her soft, round ass. Her face was that of a mature beauty, with a pair of purple eyes, and pink lips. "Alright then, Seres. And yes, I do hope we'll work well together. The trainers said my fire, and wind magic was quite powerful."
She knew she had mentioned it earlier, and her friendly demeanour hadn’t changed. “You weren’t really listening when we were all getting to know each other.” She didn’t look mad, but even with the cheerful tone, there was maybe just an ever so slight hint of annoyance. “Then between us, perhaps a more detailed one will help. I’m Sister Alicia Knight, and also happen to be a knight sergeant of the Knight’s Templar. I’m not sure how much that helps you...perhaps you read about the crusades and holy wars? You strike me as someone who’d be a rather well read young man.”
“So your specialty is fire and wind. Mine is holy spells – mostly offensive, but also some defensive ones, such as wards and protective barriers. I also have some skill in enchanting that I used to add anti-demon wards to this outfit,” Seres pointed at the nun outfit she was wearing, unintentionally drawing attention to her impressive bust that would be impossible to hide even if the outfit had not been rather tight and form-fitting. “I look forward to working with you. Hopefully our first mission goes well...”
'You started accusing the blonde veterinarian of being a zombie or something... I kind of stopped paying attention after that,' James said, 'Knight's Templar? Weren't they supposed to be disbanded in the high middle ages?'
"Hehe. I guess it fits your nun costume then." Melissa giggled again as Seres shared her abilities. "Yes, hopefully our mission goes well. From what I recall, imps seem to be low class demons. So our powers should have no problem with disposing them." She replied with a smile. Though Melissa was oblivious to the allure of another woman's body, she blushed as she realized how tight the nun outfit was. "O-oh my." She said under her breath as she looks away. "Uhm... our other team mates seem to be Nadya, her weapon seems to be a... rifle? And Erika, she seems to be a fighter." Melissa immediately changed the subject.
“Yes, I had assumed she had some sort of infernalist power. It doesn’t seem the case. I sure hope not. I quite like her and I really wouldn’t enjoy searing her skin off.” The fact she still smiled while she said if, wasn’t all too reassuring. “Yes, that’s the public story. But you already know demons exist. Plenty of things that sound like conspiracy theories have more truth to them that even the people who buy into them, might understand. My understanding of the history is that after the holy war, about one third of the Templar started to get the mind of damage the holy war has done. But they are still devoted servants of god. To atone for their crimes against the children of god, they focused on it’s enemies. Demons, vampires, witches. The fact we’re still around and carrying out the lord’s work isn’t exactly common knowledge even among the Papacy. But our mission is perfectly reasonable. The supernatural is an evil affront to humanity. Therefore, kill all the supernatural.”
'Searing her skin off,' James looked visibly unsettled, hoping she wouldn't notice that it was him who had distinctly Infernal powers, 'So that's how that went down.' Desperate to change the subject he looked over to Rebecca. @Mazoku 'You're not a member of an ancient druid circle, right?' James asked.
Hm? What- oh! Seres needed a moment to realize what had made the other woman blush and look away. I guess she noticed how tight my outfit is... She decided not to say anything – right before a mission was not a good time. “Yes, so we have a close quarters specialist, a ranged attacker, and two spellcasters with different elements. If this was a video game we would have a pretty good party.” She chuckled for a moment before getting serious again. “As for the imps, I think the main danger would be getting rushed and surrounded by them. But as long as we do not give them the chance to focus on a single target we should be fine.”
@Daylan @merkros @moonblack @asddas193 As the group talks, the car begins to move, driving through the streets of LA. It heads past the skyscrapers of downtown, into the ghettos of the inner cities, and finally into the industrial district. The four wheel drive pulls up next to a warehouse, abandoned and derelict, with graffiti across its facade. The driver turns back to face the group. "All right, ladies, you're up. I'll be waiting here for your extraction. You're not on the clock, so take as long as you need, and remember to stay away from the imp's tails. Good luck." @Mazoku @unisol_gr44 @Auraicide The extraction team is brought into a relatively affluent area, a number of high profile businesses around, and finally come to a halt in front of the club. The facade is minimalist, with only a neon sign to indicate its existence. The driver hands the group a phone. "Call me, if you need me to come somewhere specific to pickup the target. Good luck."
Getting out of the car, left with the other two of her squad, she didn't seem to look any less friendly, oblivious to the true nature of her companions. "Try not to get too far out of sight from each other, in case things take a turn for the worse." Also getting out her phone, she began to open up the contacts list. "It would also help if we had a way to keep in contact with each other."
