Sister Witch and Witch Hunter Brother (suicidal butterfly)

[Generalfoley]

Tom sighed, taking a drink of the Dr. Pepper that he had ordered around five minutes ago. He wore a dark green button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. His leather jacket was on his chair, The restaurant he and his sister were meeting up at wasn't a five star restaurant in the least, but it was nice, casual, well lit... public. He always loved public places for meetings, even if it was with his kin. An old habit he had attained early on in his career as a witch hunter.

He had just finished his training, relatively speaking. Six months ago, a few days after his twenty first birthday, when he killed his first witch. It wasn't the first he met, but it was his first dead witch. His only witch, too. He didn't like the "All Witches Are Evil because We Say So" ideal of the Witch Hunters. Old order laws said it was the will of God, he said it was the will of people who didn't understand much beyond "If it's hostile, kill it." He didn't care if someone was a witch or not, as long as they didn't throw fireballs at his face. He wouldn't share this opinion out loud, he wasn't suicidal, but if he ran into a witch, he'd give her the chance to run.

Tom chuckled as he took another drink of his Dr. Pepper. He was, literally, the worst witch hunter ever. And he was fine with that.

He looked around and saw his sister in the door way and waved her over, smiling. He hadn't seen his sister in, what, six years? Seven? He'd lost count.

 

[suicidal butterfly]

( so since its the weekend I won't reply as much as I normally would. And would you want me to be younger or older?)

Ivy looked at her watch and smiled. She was right on time. The young woman walked though the door of the restaurant and her bright emerald green eyes scanned the area for her brother. She had her long dark auburn hair down, slight waves cascading down to the middle of her back. She dressed casual today and wore only a skin tight black tank top, making her full C cups stand out more. a pair of dark blue short shorts that made her ass look amazing and a pair of dark blue wedges. Making her 5 foot 7.

Not what most people didn't know was that she was a witch. Not a full witch yet, she was still apprenticing under her mothers old teacher. But as madame loch had said once, she had great potential. Aside from her fooling around occasionally. Making some young men do her bidding from time to time. Madame just let it go, knowing that young witches liked to experiment as she put it. But within a few weeks time the young witch would be welcomed into her mothers coven, as one had their fate met with a hunter. She was excited and meeting her brother made her time all the better. 

She spotted him in no time. He didn't look much different, just older, more mature and definitely more handsome. She walked over to his table and flashed him a smile. "been a long time now hasn't it?" She pulled out a chair and sat down crossing her legs under the table. She didn't bring a purse, she figured her brother would pick her tab up. The waiter came a took her order, she just asked for water with a lemon wedge and looked across the table. 

 

[Generalfoley]

((Perfectly fine, though during the week I might have some trouble posting due to work. And I was thinking around the same age, maybe half a year or so of a difference.))

"been a long time now hasn't it?" Tom nodded, smiling as he scratched the back of his head through his dark brown hair, cut at a medium length. She certainly had grown up over the years, though she was, as always, unrecognizable. Mainly because of her height. He'd always been taller, standing at 5 foot 11 and a half inches. Though, to him, something seemed off, but very familiar. He couldn't place it. "Yeah, it certainly has." He asked her as she ordered her drink. He asked for a refill of his soda, having drank it all. "So how've you been Ivy? And how's mom, haven't heard from her in a while."

His phone vibrated quietly in his pocket, but he ignored it. If it was business, then they'd leave a message. If it was the Order, then they'd call over and over again. They were annoying like that.

 

[suicidal butterfly]

She smiled. "Oh same old, same old. I've been good, just finished apprenticing under moms teacher, you know the one that taught her all about herbs, poisons, and natural remedies. She actually said that I have great potential." Ivy said with a giggle. She thought back to mother, today was a grim day to her. A good friend had passed and she was a bit shooken up about it. She was heading out to her funeral and told Ivy to be watchful. 

"and mom, well she still the same too just a few grey hairs and wrinkles. She would have loved to come by and see you, but other things had taken her time up." she said with an apologetic face. She smiled at the waiter that brought her water, thanking him then turning back to her brother. 

"but enough about me, how have you been these last few years? What are you doing? How's father?" 

 

[Generalfoley]

"Oh same old, same old. I've been good, just finished apprenticing under moms teacher, you know the one that taught her all about herbs, poisons, and natural remedies. She actually said that I have great potential." Tom chuckled. He remembered that woman. She always struck him as odd.

"Does she? Well, you always were good at that stuff." "and mom, well she still the same too just a few grey hairs and wrinkles. She would have loved to come by and see you, but other things had taken her time up." Tom thanked the waiter for his drink and turned back to his sister.

"Well, I would've loved to meet up with her after all these years, it's been too long. But I know how it is to have a busy schedule." Tom chuckled before sipping at his pop. His phone vibrated again, but he ignored it. Third time, that was when he'd answer.

"but enough about me, how have you been these last few years? What are you doing? How's father?" Tom nodded, putting his drink down. "I've been good, got a job as an archivist at a tech security company, so I've been kept busy." Tom took a drink of his pop before turning onto the topic that he didn't often care to discuss. "As for Pop... Well, he, ah... He died a few years back, actually." He said, sighing. "Cardiac arrest," He said before his sister could ask. Of course, that wasn't true. He met a witch that was too much for him and he got incinerated. "Sorry you had to hear it now, of all places, but I didn't really know how to get in touch with you or mom." His phone vibrated again, and he took it out of his pocket, wearing an expression of annoyance. He checked the screen, and saw a text from the Order.

'V Nest @ 48th & Broadway, get here soon - UM.

"Aw crap," Tom sighed, putting his phone away. He looked up at Ivy, an apologetic expression on his face. "Sorry, work called me. I'll pay for what we had, but I'm going to have to ask for a raincheck." He hated handling Vampire Nests. But the Order had to to clear it up. They weren't vampire hunters by any means, but they were a witches worst enemy, other than the hunters themselves. Enough for Witches to exterminate Vampire Nests where they could. But where there were witches, there were hunters.

But he just hated Vampires in general. Every time he had to take care of one, they always exploded and he got covered in soot, and it was such a pain to get out.

 

[suicidal butterfly]

She looked as he picked up his phone. She didn't know why but she had a strange feeling that he was going to go. When he said he did she just smiled and nodded. "I'll hold you to that, text me when your done and maybe we can go out to the bar or have some fun." 

She watched as he left and looked down at her water. Knowing that no one was watching her she circled her finger around the rim and changed it into a rum and coke. She sipped it and leaned back into her chair. "so dads dead huh. Sad day to finally hear that. Didn't even get to say good bye. " she said with a chuckle.  Through the grape vine she had already knew dad had passed, but she didn't know and still didn't know that he was a hunter. She had just thought that he was a pedestrian caught in the cross fire. 

Ivy reached into her pocket and dialed her mother. When she answered she told her the news, her mother laughed on the other end. Her mothers hatred for him had some how channeled into ivy, and she now didn't know why but started to hate him with her when she was young. 

"Meet me at the coven, I have some news to tell you and it's been too long. You've been training for this day and it's finally come." her mother said then the dial tone sounded. Ivy didn't know what she meant but she downed her drink and left.