Annie was hunting along the streets in the West End. The All Call page had her concerned, but right now she wanted to run a patrol and get familiar with the new area.

Ajax gotten the message over his AR interface to be in WestEnd, though it didn't say why... Just to hang out. Look for unusual activity. And so here he is, perched on a rooftop for the moment, watching the surrounding area, when he sees her go past below. Not that she qualifies as unusual, of course...

She moved steadily along the streets. Her form cloaked in a long brown leather duster. She was definitely prowling and her head came up at the sound of a cry for help. She was moving and her hands looked like they were assembling a weapon of some sort.

Well, now, this is a little more unusual. His interest piqued, though he has no weapon with him... Not that he needs them. Silent steps bring him across the rooftops as he shadows her.

The sound that got her attention? A group of about 6 blondes hassling a woman... A very pregnant one at that. The dark haired hunter shook her head, "Don't you Fabio's have anything betta to do?" There was that distinctive dropping of the r's.

More and more interesting. Pausing at the edge of the rooftop, looking directly down on the scene, he watches for the moment, wondering what exactly is going down here.

The group as a whole turns on the dark haired woman. There were murmurs of Dark-Hunter from a few of them. The apparent ringleader gets a look on his face. It was one of those arrogant looks that has her grinning, "Let me guess. You boys are gonna get stupid on me?" That seemed to get the pack moving towards her. She didn't hesitate, spinning into action as she drew a nasty looking bowie knife. One of the more foolhardy ones exploded into golden dust as that knife was thrust into his chest.

That gets a blink, as the one explodes into dust. And the quick, fluid way she took him out... Clearly, she knows what she's doing, and now it's down to five to one. The odds are getting closer, and he waits for the moment to see how things play out.

A couple try to grab her and she moving through a distinctive fighting style. She brings a booted foot around, aiming for the chest and just as she connects a blade pops from the boot to dust another one. The ringleader however manages to get in a few good blows stunning her a moment.

Well, that settles it, he guesses. No more waiting around in the shadows. A leap out into empty space as he sees three of them closing in on the girl. The leap turns into a flip as he taps into the magic he carries within him, bringing him down to land feet-first on two of them with crushing force. "You chummers aren't playing nice with the lady here."

She coughed a bit as the Daimons round on him. "Shit... Get out of here." She rushed one of the Daimons from behind trying to keep them away from him.

"Fat chance, lady." One of the blondes rushes him, and he draws on the magic again, taking a deep breath and letting it out with a fierce cry, thrusting a hand forward, fingers stiff as a blade aimed right at the chest of the attacker. There's no contact - the man is at least five feet away - but he recoils as though he had been hit, a part of his chest exploding away from him as he is knocked away, disintegrating to dust.

She saw the one ringleader Grinning as he advanced on the man. Her eyes widen as she growled out, "Spathi..." There was only one way to knock them off balance. The Huntress had a few tricks up her sleeve. She moved to send her balled fist into the pavement, causing the street to buckles and Shift. "The Heart is their weakness!"

The Spathi was quicker than the Huntress as he leapt on her. The speed of the attack left her unconscious and the man to face the Daimons alone.

She finished what she was chewing, "I could not hazard a guess. Though if you mean arrogant spoiled children, I'm sure Jissin or one of the older Hunters can regale you with Tales." She sipped the tea. Since she was not of the same faith, learning of these gods was a bit disconcerting.

He grins at that. "Yes, quite a few of them are very much of that kind. Though there are a few that have a semblance of nobility... but underneath that even they are schemers."

She laughed softly, "Quite a few, though don't let Sin or Jericho hear that." She pushed her shades back up with a wince.

He notices the wince, raising an eyebrow. "This light hurts your eyes?"

She nodded, "All hunters are light sensitive. The change causes our eyes to dilate to allow us to hunt at night and see well in the dark." There was a smile, "Course the changes get us confused with Vampires."

He snorts at that, draining his teacup. I could not get such a thing confused... the vampires where my friends and I are from are...different."

She drained her cup, finishing the scones, "Vampires don't exist where I'm from. Just the Daimons and us... Among other beings." She regarded him through those shades a moment.

He grins. "We have... a profusion of different creatures where I am from... I've often wondered what the people from a hundred years before my time would have thought if they could see them."

She chuckled softly, "Fear, try to kill them. That's what we did in my time."

He nods, chuckling. "Quite likely... and several tried when the magic where I am from began to change things."

She leaned forward, "Let's put it this way, when I was born, the First Thanksgiving was happening."

He blinks at that, raising both eyebrows. "Well... ah..." The blush touching his cheeks makes him look even younger than he already does for a moment.

She smiled, "Don't ask Jissin her age." There was a mischievous twist to her lips.

He chuckles softly. "I believe I will pay attention to that advice."

She leans back in the chair with a grin. "Should be interesting to see once the rest of us get together."

"The rest of you?" He blinks at that in surprise. "How many of you are there?"

She half-smiled seeing the question, "Each hunter is created from a betrayal, where his or her soul cries for vengeance."

He nods at that, looking thoughtful. "If it is not too personal a question..."

She chuckled, "How much do you know of King Phillip's War?"

He frowns, actually looking a little embarrassed at that. "Actually, not much... my little sister has always been the Brainiac... I tend more towards the physical side of things."

She waved it off, "It's alright. Basically it is when Metacomet took on the Name Phillip and decided to wage war on the settlers."

He grins, blushing slightly and shaking his head. "Yeah... I'm still lost, unfortunately. History was never my thing, unless it was for sports."

Through the door he stepped, causing the bell to make that pleasant tinkling sound. As always he had his hair drawn back, and was dressed in that scruffy-looking leather armor pulled over chain mail, whose presence was only known through the subtle clinking sound as he moved. He glanced around with brown eyes, giving a nod to those present as he moved for the counter.

She chuckled softly at that, "I can understand that." The smile faded then, "Too many lives lost then... mine included." Though she stopped her narrative to look over the other entering.

He nods at that, that thoughtful look replaced again by curiosity as he turns to eyes the one walking in for a long moment as well.

She tilted her head, "You are curious?" She said softly.

Ah so he had two sets of eyes on him as he entered. Interrupting something, perhaps? Tea was ordered, plain, and he glanced their way as he waited for his order.

He grins as he looks back towards Annie again. "An inquisitive mind was... encouraged... by the order that trained me in my fighting skills."

She shook her head and had the shades been off, the look might have been haunted. "It is rather personal."

"I didn't interrupt anything when I came in did I?" Was asked after a moment, taking his tea from the server. He sounded friendly.

He nods at that. "Understandable... I have things in my life I'd just as soon not talk about as well."

She shrugged at the man at the counter, "Personal stuff..." She didn't add there were secret she had to be careful of.

"Right. Sorry to be intruding on you then." With that he paid for his tea and moved for the door

She grinned at Ajax then, "So you plan on following me on Patrol?"

He chuckles, grinning and dropping a wink to her. "Unless you think you can stop me."

When you've spent a lifetime being betrayed by everyone around you, it's really hard to let that go. ~Acheron

It was so hard to let go a lot of things. She went from being alone with only the Oneroi for company, to having a lover, to going back to the status quo. She missed him but was displeased all the same.

Each Hunter had their own place scattered through out the city. The Young Regis was staying with the Were-hunters and working out of the complex. It was a good arrangement to keep her safe, even if the Blood rites scoffed at it.

Annie had taken to staying in the Inn, central to where the traffic and trouble began. And it was there where she had met Rick.

"You care for him, Annie." It was not a question coming from the Oneroi.

"What do you want me to say? Yeah, I do. Just scared of letting my heart go again."

"The Cowboy hurt you bad."

Annie did not have any secrets from the Greek. "Tore me apart. I hadn't... cared about anyone that deeply since the war."

"I know. and now?"

The huntress sighed, "I don't know. Just waiting on him to make up his mind."

"Patience."