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" Should be alright for that by this evening."



Naomi replied honestly. She was actually being modest. She recovered extremely quickly from almost anything. She would heal at a normal rate, visual wound wise, but internally, she was already almost back to par...



This would be why she rose in about 45 minutes to get gnihtemos to drink and eat, and tugged on pants and his shirt. She liked how they hung loose about her... and she'd never found his laundry room ( as the diagram has none on it XD ) and so she was pretty much out of clean clothing. On previously worn boots went, and she moved to Hunter, cuddling him, kissing him.



" Your not intending to make me walk the whole way, are you?"



She'd not enjoy that.

((*gestures to "Utilities" in the top left-hand corner*))



Hunter, meanwhile was already dressed. He was just wearing a pair of black pants and a loose, black sweater (pushed up to the elbows, as that was how he liked to wear it). Currently, the man had a backpack in his hand was packing a few things in it that would make his life a little bit easier if he didn't leave behind.



At her words, the vampire stopped moving to look up at her. Hunter smirked faintly.



"It would be interesting to watch you do it considering that we are on an island in the western hemisphere and we are attempting to reach a landlocked country in the eastern hemisphere."



He considered this for a moment, glancing her over and then chuckling.



"No. We're taking a plane."

Naomi considered him, and she smiled, slowly.



" You know... I'm a rather spoiled little girl lately, I am sure it could be arranged if I put my mind to it... but flying sounds much nicer."



She replied glancing over Fang and the way he seemed.. off.



" If he intends to come... how do you intend to arrange that?....... I don't see him happy in a doggie crate."

Hunter glanced over at the wolf and then gave his gaze back to Naomi.



"You'll just have to wait and see."



It wasn't that he was trying to be secretive. It was just that Fang was incredibly smart. He didn't want the mutt being too wary to make a decision. He zipped up the bag, tossing it across a shoulder and looking over the woman. He just raised a brow. Anything else? Good to go?

Naomi moved, kissing Hunter, glancing over his back. Even the nearest airport was a nice hike away... so, after a minute, she decided she was riding too. Not to mention, she was discovering she was still slightly... off.



This is what lead to Naomi wrapping her legs about his waist and riding on his hip much like a tot would do, snuggling down to his side. Absently she decided to offer.



" I might need to pick up some B12 and Iron supplements."



Massive blood loss over the last few days.

Hunter gave her a nod. He didn't think a thing about having her with him. The man simply walked off.



"Alright."



He moved, and Fang sulked along after the pair. It was kind of funny, as he seemed to know that he needed to act domesticated or else he would be in trouble. He sat down, waiting outside the drugstore.



"Get whatever you need."

Naomi could not help it. She had lost alot of blood, and she'd fed him easily, and she'd lost more ontop of that... and food would only put back so much. So, popping six pills as she walked out, she stumbled on the last step and had to sit down. She was dazed. Pills ( of any sort) tended to do this to her. She'd not mentioned that... oh well.

Hunter stood there now. He gazed at the woman.



"Are you doing alright?"



He squatted beside her, looking at her. He could wait until she was doing better.

" My... "



she stopped, as her speech was going to be messed up if she tried to speak more. She decided to test gnihtemos. Even if Hunter hadn't 'linked' her, he'd be able to hear her, at least faintly.



My system takes a minute to adjust to such.. synthesized nutrition. Got to love the medical issues. Sorry.



She was fine in five minutes or so, standing up and looking to Hunter.

Hunter didn't so much as bat an eyelash. She was his, well, for lack of a better term, she was his mate. He listened to her more than he let on. Either way, the Elder nodded to her. He motioned for her to come.



"We need to go."



He had steeled his stomach to this decision. He didn't want to miss the plane. Either way, he took her to the airport so that they could catch their plane. Turns out that Fang wanted to come.

Naomi nodded, letting Hunter carry her onto the plane, merely because she was tired again. No one seemed to question this given the fact she still had the two marks on her forehead from where her built up bleeding had been drained.



Naomi snuggled and cuddled Hunter on the plane ride, however, after a while...



" Is he really riding in a crate?"



She asked absently. it had been eating her alive. She just didn't see Fang doing this happily.

Hunter smirked.



"I drugged him. He'll be cranky when he comes out of it, but... It'll do for now."



He was settling back in his seat, looking her over.

Naomi glanced out the window once, and sighed. Well, last time she'd flown somewhere, it had been a positive result. Hunter was nice...



" we're going to be knee deep in your kind..."



she commented absently. She wasn't sure she liked being the only one running around with an active pulse...

Hunter glanced at her.



"There are more of us than you realize. But, the positive side is that they won't be hiding from you. You'll know them for what they are."



The man tilted his head to the side.



"And you shouldn't worry. You're easily recognizable as mine. I'm respected. You will be too."



So to speak, as well.

" it's not a worry, so much."



Almost closer to a complaint. It was not hiding, as she had discovered over the last year or so, they weren't so good at hiding anymore.. maybe it came from being with one so frequently.



No, her issues lay in the fact she would be a convenient meal, and she would not mind that, except for the fact she really could only recover so fast... and some did not care about this fact...

Hunter smiled and bent down to kiss her.



"Then don't think about it. It's just a fact. It'll be there either way."

" Well at least you know what you are."



She settled with shrugging and snuggling him once more. She hated being like, the only one. Of, whatever she was. Oh, this brought about a mind thought that actually made her frown, causing her to loose track of time as the plane was soon landing.

Hunter stepped out of the plane, holding out a hand to her.



"You are the same as you have always been."



He smiled at her.

" Weird."



she replied simply, looking about as they slid off the plane. It would be interesting to note not only how naomi's eyes looked over Ian as he was just... standing there, but also the way she looked over Reyna. Too much was there. Naomi glanced to Hunter, and held her comments, merely moving closer to his side.

Hunter paused now, looking over Ian. His arm absently curled about Naomi to reassure her.



"I should have expected as much. How long has it been, Ian? Six centuries? Seven?"



Reyna was floating at Ian's height just behind her shoulder. She was still just gazing at him with a slightly worried expression. So much pain... However, when they were greeted by strangers, she looked over with a bright smile. She waved.

Naomi considered Reyna, and then Ian, and then she glanced back up at Hunter. Ghosts, too? Here? ... she hadn't figured they would meddle in the toils of the living... or the living dead... but she supposed they fell into the second category, so.. okay.





Ian considered the way Naomi was looking at him and Reyna, shrugging as he motioned Hunter absently.



" Six and a third."



he stated absently, glancing to Hunter. He was not as nice as Naomi.



" A god's child, really?"



Naomi frowned in such a way you had to wonder if she was about to smack Ian. She essentially did.



" As opposed to a ghost?"



she counted easily, looking now like she might stomp on his toes or kick his shins. Or both. ......



Ian was actually tempted to do some smacking himself. Did he speak to her?.... perhaps he was too keyed.

Reyna looked between them now. Objectifying the race of the girls and... Okay. She moved now to step forward.



"Yeah, I'm a ghost. Have been for a while now. My name is..."



Well, crap. Again? She sighed, giving Ian an apologetic glance.



Hunter rolled his eyes. He was a calmer personality. Either way, he just shook his head.



"Are you here to bar my way or to direct it?"



In other words: am I in for a fight?

Naomi smiled and nodded to Reyna, taking the woman's personality much easier then she'd taken Ian's.



" Naomi."



She supplied for herself, glancing over Ian. Another moment where people might wonder if she was sane, or what was going on with her.



" nice to meet you Mrs. Maliky."



she stated simply, frowning at Hunter now and tugging on him. She was following Fang to the next plane. Screw Ian.







Ian noticed Naomi's antics and found them incredibly amusing. Godlings. So cute... well, she appeared a godling, she might be gnihtemos else, but definitely gnihtemos in that annoying group... If too many more annoying races showed up, well... before long he might just give up and categorize vampires with humans.







" I believe our flight is loading."

Hunter went with her casually. No, once more, not bothered. Fang was growling and grumbling in his crate.



"Take it easy, Naomi. That's not the worst thing we could have run into."



Reyna nodded, moving again to Ian's side. She accepted Naomi's knowing her for a completely different reason. She had been referred to in terms of Ian. Everyone knew him.



"Doing alright?"

Naomi knelt beside the growling Fang's cage, checking on him, cooing to him a moment before moving to get on the plane with Hunter, climbing into his lap, ignoring the way reyna floated as ian was mixing a drink absently.



" Keep your woman in check."



Ian commented as Naomi glared.



" Keep your tongue in check then."



Naomi replied, looking like she was back to smacking Ian.



Ian sighed.



" You'll do well to take your ow-"



He stopped as he was actually caught by surprise by the glass ( now empty) shot glass that had shattered against his head. It was bleeding, but it was just a minor flesh wound. Now his eyes turned to Hunter.



" you let her do this?"



Ian earned two mroe shot glasses to the head.

Hunter glanced up with a shrug from where he was sitting casually and flipping through a book.



"Is there really any point in stopping her? I mean, that fight will help her out sometime."



Reyna moved now. She shifted to stand between Naomi and Ian. She summoned up a glare.



"Stop it. He is mine and I swear that I will fight you if you try to hurt him again. Until then, we are not your enemy."



Are you alright?

Naomi considered Hunter, and then the ghost and then She walked right back off the plane before it could take off. She was done with this bull sh*t. He was on own. he could do what ever the hell he wanted, and she was done with it. Screw them all and their doomsday for tellings.







Ian sighed, absently wiping his head.



" I am fine."



He commented gently, wound already healed as he glanced to the door the attendant closed. Well, damn. Now what was he going to have to deal with with Hunter?



Up the landing gear went.

Hunter's red eyes peered off, narrowing slowly. Then, he settled lower into his seat.



"I have no intention of helping you fight this war, just so you know."



Oh look. New decision.



You could have just said so to begin with, Naomi.



Throw a temper tantrum, fine. She was bristling up against Hunter a little bit. Throwing it in his face... Oh... fine.

I am not going to be insulted right in my face and then deal with a little dead girl trying to tell me what to do. I do not want to curse her anymore then she really wishes to kill me.



she replied, sitting on the ground, listening to the engines whine as the plane slowly started to lift up more.



I... I am not worth much, but if I wanted to be treated like trash, I would have stayed at home with my adpotive father.



She added simply.









Ian gazed upon the floor of the plane, sighing.







Aries, love... I know I ask a lot of a little girl, but I need you to move this woman into this room.



He offered, supplying images.



Within moments Naomi was dropped into the plane. Naomi clearly wasn't happy. More quirks shown now as the woman's hair was a neat little pixie cut now rather then her lush thick medium long locks.



Her eyes seemed to almost shoot sparks, and her fists clenched. She remained there only moments before leaving the room. Where did she go? to the storage area, locating Fang's crate and sitting in the darkness to coo to him.

Hunter got up and followed her, not asking questions. He was ignoring the other passengers. However, he did not approach her too fully.



He is an ass. Don't take what he says to heart. Most old vamps are having issues like him.



He looked at her sadly.



And she's not a big deal. She's just protective of her lover.











Reyna watched them go. Then, she turned her eyes to Ian, raising a brow.



Well, he's more agreeable than some of the other vampires I've met. You called her a 'god's child'? What does that mean exactly?

she is not just a ghost. She's.... She's nose. I could feel her poking around things...



Of course this was also how she'd known to hide her thoughts and memories from this woman. It was difficult to do so, and she was certain some tidbits were still lost... but the woman had been weighed on what had been revealed... that much she could tell.



I do not care if she is protective he looks older then sliced bread, and he took the hit fine... I could not hurt him any easier then I could hurt you.

Oh, I know. She's a Harbinger. Judge, jury, and executioner.



Hunter was sort of amused, for reasons that he didn't bother to try and figure out. He shrugged. No, he didn't explain how he knew that. He was considering her other words.



I was just saying. She's married to him, and she's a mother to his child. Personally, I didn't care either way if you hit him with even a 2x4. However, a lot of the women from that area are that way. Most of the pairings don't trust easy so they protect their mates fiercely. So, if you want to hit him again, go for it. Just, be prepared for the fallout, I guess.



He gave a shrug.

Naomi relaxed with just Hunter around. She was struggling with the butt load of changes. No normality. Either way, she moved and kissed the man now, in this stuffy, pitch black place.



I do not like all of this.



she was actually content to hiding in this area with him, and making out was even a possibility. There wasn't even a complaint about the fact is was hot in here.

Hunter sighed.



Neither do I.



He took her kiss and then her hand. Then, the man proceeded to guide her to walk in small circles with him about the cramped space.



But there is very little we can do about it.

Naomi nodded, cuddling and walking with him.



If he's mean to me again I'm going to give him splinters.













Ian considered Reyna.



She's the child from a greek pairing, that much I can tell. I can not tell you if she's their off spring, or their blessing, or a fallen goddess, or what, precisely. She doesn't seem to know either. Which leaves even more doors open... She could be a demi goddess, and actually goddess, a human child that only lived thanks to a god's blessing....

Hunter gave a casual shrug.



Go for it. He might break your arm, though... And he won't be the last one to be mean. There is no such thing as a 'nice' Elder.



The man just continued to walk about slowly, gazing over all of the cargo.











Reyna nodded slowly.



Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

... If the gods are starting to return after so long... it just means this is bigger then we originally thought. She have caught on to that though when the star showed up. This is growing larger.









naomi frowned and stomped her foot.



Your nice... when you wanna be.





... and my broken bones heal in a few days.



She commented, seeming to be weighing if it would be worth it to give ian said splinters.

Hunter glanced over at her with a small smile.



I AM one of the nicer ones.



But that was just due to his overall laid-back manner. He shrugged to her second point.



The splinters will heal almost instantaneously.











Reyna looked at her hands.



Are you mad at stargirl?



She decided to steer the conversation in a different, less cataclysmic direction.

Yes. and No. It depends on what angle we're looking at it from. I'm not pleased that she showed up, because that normally means bad stuff. Even less happy that she didn't share how bad, bad stuff was.... the fact she's a four year old child gets her off of part of it, but definitely not all.



So in short, more mad, then not, but clearly not mad enough to care or he'd not made her welcome in his home.







Naomi thought about this for a moment, and clicked her boots against the floor.



i could make him immobile.. but that doesn't seem like a good idea... he is a grouchy butt face.



apparently she'd decided she could return to her seat as she left the room and wondered back through the plane.







Ian smirked as Noami returned.



" Done with our temper tantrum?"





Glare. Arms crossed, she looked at her boot again. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. The little woman was currently thinking about tying Ian's tongue into a knot. Literally.





Be careful what you think. Ian was frowning, eyes crossing as he tried to figure out how to untie his tongue.

Didn't she say that there were rules?



However, Reyna was smart enough to realize that Ian was antagonizing the woman when she returned. That was why she just rolled her eyes and shook her head. The woman had moved from his side to brave looking out the window. She was curious.



Hunter was just moving about their cabin area.