Merry 'Willow' Graves Cabin

Alastor wrote:"Well, I hope you brought a bucket of popcorn, cause I'm gonna give you one hell of a show." He said, hanging up, then jumped out the window.

"Well, I'll expect a good show from you then," came Merry 'Willow' Graves's voice as the Neko pulled her chair away from the several monitors which were connected to the Silver Craft at the moment, with the monitor she was previously looking at before pulling away to slurp more of her slurpy still zoomed in on Alastor's arm. "...good luck, Alastor Grey." she says bringing the caffeinated blue icy drink up to her mouth again.

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Willow's Cabin was similar to other wood and log construction around the Lake Village. Hers was perched on the side of a large hill near by the Windscar Wilderness. The interior had a single level, with most of the house devoted to Willow's machinations, her computers and her tall book shelves filled on Demonic Lore.

These books and papers littered the house, which was otherwise clean, and thick black curtains covered the windows to reduce glare on her computers by 100%; needless to say, if someone pulled them away during the day after she has been inside for more than three or four hours, she will possibly scream in pain, especially if it was a bright day.

There was a futon in one corner of the room, and a small kitchen and dining area which was mostly empty, with the exception of a fridge and freezer, sink and microwave.
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Willow folds her legs up onto the chair, hugging her knees close to her chest. She was blushing, which was usual for her, especially after adding a little Izhevesk Vodka to her blue colored drink. She swivels around, the screen's lights glinting off of her glasses as she continues monitoring the young demon hunter. "Alastor Grey, not too much info on him other than the fact he had suffered an accident a couple years back which ended with the removal of his arm. Strangely, he was given the ultimate care-package: An ADN scientist hired by an unknown benefactor soon after refitted him with a brand spaking new and state-of-the-art arm. But... no matter how you outfit that wonderful piece of bio-organic material, that arm..." she closes her feline blue eyes and beamed. "...Is still a 'devil arm'!" she states gleefully, twisting in the swivel chair like a child.

Alastor on Sat Jun 28, 2014 9:44 pm wrote:"Well, I hope you brought a bucket of popcorn, cause I'm gonna give you one hell of a show." He said, hanging up, then jumped out the window.

Those words did not go unheeded. She made some popcorn and watched the young man destroy the demons in the Silver Craft with some help from a few of his friends. Memories of her lover drifted into her mind watching Alastor fighting, and sighed, knowing he wasn't around the cabin. She was bored now that the chaos was over, and nothing else was left to examine from remote footage. She'd give Alastor a visit when he was finishing his celebration at home; Gods above after what had transpired at the Silver Craft he needed to wind down to himself. She would see him likely in the next couple days and offer her experience, granted without her 'Tavian she'd get very bored and lonely along the trip. Not to mention it just wasn't safe these days to travel alone; given those odd Spires and stronger demons showing up all over the planet.

"Hrmmmmmmmm...." She moaned, legs huddled to her chest, drifting left and right in her chair. She began to wonder how he was doing...

There was a loud thud at the entrance, before the cabin's door creaked open. A bag was thrown into the room, and the lean figure of a young man, tired and bruised, stumbled in. "Ooof... what a journey..." he sighed, rubbing his neck as he entered, removing his weapons from his back and belt by the door, before closing it. He had been out on contract work for a caravan headed across the continent of Domescadia for a while now, but with the job completed he made his way back home as soon as he was able. "Finally, cool air..." he said again, now in the comfort of the cabin. He glanced up and checked out the interior. "Merry?" He called out, blinking in the darkness, and entered further into the cabin. The Neko was accustomed to keeping the lights off when she was working, due to her great low light vision. Unfortunately for himself, he lacked such qualities and went to turn on the light to seek out his lover.