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[color=00aeef][h3]Barachiel Eamon[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Welcome Foster Care, London Fostering (Office)
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Not a soul[/i][/center]

The snow had made traversing to work a rather annoying experience. Barachiel didn’t dislike many things on Earth but it was really beginning to consider adding the cold to that list. The sensation of its boogers freezing as it walked about the snow covered sidewalks coming to the forefront of its protesting senses. How humans had survived whole winters without the comforts of their modern buildings was a true marvel to it. 

After finally arriving at its office Barachiel spent the first half hour just trying to warm up. A terribly fruitless task as management didn’t think it cost appropriate to turn the heat up past twenty degrees Celsius. It exchanged the customary pleasantries as it passed its fellow workers. Most were covered in layers of clothing and looked completely miserable. There also seemed to be a fair bit of whispering going on. Barachiel never stopped to catch what it was everyone was speaking about but passing by a few conversations it could hear low mumbles about [i]Helsing[/i]. One coworker speaking louder than the rest in particular caught its interest. He was a rather large man, whom Barachiel would describe as equally round as he was tall had his brow in a furrow and eyes that it could only describe as filled with feverish hate. [i]I heard that Conner, you know the guy that is always talking with management? Well I heard that he's actually a friggin' werewolf. He's probably talking with the upper ups all the time trying get them to help him cover up all the children he's eaten.[/i] The large man hushed up quickly as a member of said management walked on by. Barachiel had never noticed anything about this Conner, and cast a quick glance over this man who sat typing away at his computer. Sure seemed human to it. 

A quick check of its email showed that many of his meetings today with families had been canceled due to the weather. And those were only the ones who were willing to give it a courtesy email. Many more would simply be no shows. So this meant it was a house call kind of day. Which meant braving the cold once again. Barachiel would have to discuss another form of protest with the fae if this kept up much longer.

Well if it was going to be out and about traveling the streets most of the day, it would need a warm beverage. The coffee in the break room had the permanent taste of being burnt and the Early Bean was on the way to the first child it would check on today. Perhaps it could get a pastry for the child while it was at the shop. It was sure the child would enjoy that and it found that fed children tend to listen and pay attention a tad bit better. So Barachiel gathered its folders for the day and putting them neatly in its suitcase before swinging the bag over its shoulder and continuing out into the winter wonderland passing by the large man once again. [i]Can't wait till Helsing kills all them murderous bastards. Hopefully they can get Conner before he decides its time for lunch.[/i]