The side Jane had slept in the night before was now covered with pieces of metal and plastic. All different designs that belonged to Ariadne's collection of her guns. A small bottle of oil rested on the jean clad folded knee of her legs. A small cloth rubbed quickly across the barrel of one of the guns. Grabbing the piece that followed she oiled and clicked it, making sure the trigger would work properly. The sun was high in the sky for the moment. She knew as soon as she was done cleaning and dressed her and her people would be ready for tonight.
As much as she hated to think it, she trusted Azrael would have his vampire ready and in check for tonight. They had different people in the structure, but in reality their goals were the same. Her fingers moved on auto pilot as she put one of the Walther P99's back together. Setting the gun in its holster, she worked on the Kimber Custom II. Her mind was else where. She was thinking of what Azrael had said, what was already put into action.
Looking up she turned as Jane was coming to the door way. A nod of her head to the brunette. A smile, weakly found itself on her lips looking at Jane. Whatever the Goddess and God had in mind for the Tigress, Ariadne was happy that the woman came into her life. Things, as wild as they were now, seemed a little brighter. Unfolding her legs as she climbed off her bed. Bare feet touching the rolled out plastic linoleum of the trailer. She walked to the doorway, following Jane. One more meal before she would get ready. The twins wearily looked at Jane as Ariadne sat down at the table with Inari and Pathos. They didn't seem to like the company that their Crone was keeping as of late. Vampires and Were-Tigers. It really didn't matter right now if they approved. They had one goal in mind and that was to get Hannibal out of that prison.
Jane was the one charming the pants off the Twins as they ate. When it was over, Ariadne went to shower and dress. Everything was set, weapons wise. Inari was packing some extra goodies for them. Dressed and strapped to the nines, she headed outside with Jane to look for Azrael, wait for him to rise and be ready. In her hand she had a packets of blood. She didn't know if he (or his vampire) would accept it or not. But feeding from one of her people wasn't allowed. Feeding from her wasn't either. She didn't need to be drained tonight.
Once that was all said and done, she waited for everyone else. They needed to take one truck and a car to that compound. Pathos was going to stay in the truck waiting for them. Since they would need to cover the two miles on foot as so they could have the surprise attack on those people.
Jane had been busy beating the hell out of one of Aria's punching bags. The looks she kept getting from these people were worse than those fanatical Human First's back in the states. If it wasn't for Aria's order not to hurt her or even the vampires, she knew she would be as good as dead by now. Hell she was wondering why they didn't try to make it an accident of disposing her. Then again, maybe Jane wasn't giving them enough credit. Aria wasn't bad at all. She was one hell of a woman, and Jane liked the blond.
The smell of food lured Janey into the trailer. She was determined to have at least one these people like her beside Aria. So when dinner was served she was battering with "The Twins" as Aria called them. But they didn't look like twins at all. Totally different in looks. One dark haired the other light. One looked more like a model and the other looked more bigger in the arms and chest area. But slowly she was working them over dinner, and even got a few laughs from them. After a shower, Jane dressed with Aria and strapped her guns and vest on.
Following the blond outside she would company her to meet with Bucky and his vampire, Jane guessed, to talk things over. The plan was to take a truck and car, have them parked two miles away from the compound, and then the rest of the way head on foot. Or maybe in Azrael's case teleport (fly) there. Though she didn't think Bucky could teleport (fly) them all over to the compound. Not that many of the people would allow it.
The vampire kept his distance's for a few moments, dark chocolate eye's watched them all gather. It seems as tonight is the mission he was put on fight with Azrael to rescure one of his people, and the tarakian's to get someone from their people who was captured. He did feel comftable but not for very long, after all this was over he already knew he did not have to glance over his shoulder and see if they were hunting him. Solan had no fear of this.
Unfolding his arm's as he left the shade from underneath the large tree. Walking forward as it seemed to be Crone as he could not really remember her name, and another woman who he sensed was something else maybe a Lycan he did not know which kind. The whole time Solan was watching them, as he was the one who was creeping and brooding in the darkness of shadow's only the flame's and dim lights danced to let his figure be known and his presents.
He took the liberty of already, having a snack he did not feel like eating much. Or hunting someone down for a little dinner. As quickly as any those eyes looked to her hand seeing what was to be packet's of blood. Oh she is very thoughtful he figured to himself as using his vampiric speed he was already behind the Corne and the Were-Tiger. Standing in silance with his hands behind his back, standing off a little to their left, Solan looked to be as a beauitful vampire his skin was not as pale as their first meeting so he had some food the last time they exchanged words.
"Look's yummy.." his voice sounded. Talking about the packet's of blood. "Very thoughtful I can say. I think for a hunter"
The goodies she prepared for the mission were of all shapes, sizes, and damage. Lots of explosives, a variety of guns to choose from for a particular death, knives and daggers that were sharpened to the very tip, and of course some extra goodies for herself that consisted of ninja stars, katanas, samurai swords, and all those pretty weapons a ninja could ever imagine.
As the two preternatural creatures entered in the house, one being a vampire and the other a were-tiger, Inari held her tongue. She didn't want to start trouble when they were all going into a whoop of trouble, and these people were here to help. A slender dark brow arched towards them, idly sharpening her ninja stars with a fancy, home-made sharpener, and glanced at Pathos for a moment.
While they were standing outside waiting for someone else, Pathos grabbed a few bags packed with goodies and packed them in the truck, waiting for take-off. As for Inari, she grabbed a few duffle bags herself and stood from the table, heading out the door. Once she stepped outside, she heard that comment from the brooding, lurking vampire, and rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, they're not snacks for you and your vampiric buddy." She inclined, her voice thick with a soft melody of Japanese culture.
Tonight she wore black; black slim pants that hung from her tiny waist, a black halter top that squeezed her dainty torso, and accompanying her petite, hourglass sculpture, was armor and holders to keep those weapons safe and sound to her body. Those long, black curls were down, extending to the small of her back, while a few danced with the wind that hushed over the group.