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[color=silver]”I’m sorry Zara”[/color] Emory began placing his hand on the Kiwi beauty’s face. [color=silver]”I can’t come on this one. The ministry gave me a…contract that I need to fulfil and unfortunately it’s gonna take me out of action for this one. If I get finished in time, I’ll join you guys but if I don’t…I’m sure you got this”[/color] He offered her a little smile before letting his hand drop to his pocket. The Welshman inhaled deeply before continuing. [color=silver]”Listen, the new girl. I didn’t want to hire her. I don’t want her here, this place is poison and once it gets in, it runs deep but the brass were insistent on her joining us. I don’t know why, Zara do as much as you can to try and figure why they want her here. I don’t like not knowing what’s going on, can you do that for me?”[/color] Emory leaned forward and kissed her forehead, stroking the back of her brightly coloured hair as he did.

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Dr End headed to the room he had been assigned only hours before and began preparing for his first case as a Regulator. It was to be in an asylum of all places. Almost seemed like a fitting place for the Doctor to start.

Hugo reached into his case and pulled out a folded up bag which he promptly undid from it’s knotted state. [color=wheat]”Capacious Extremis”[/color] The undetectable extension charm had long been Dr End’s best friend. He had used the spell for years, even as far back as using it illegally whilst in school. He would cast it on everything and anything so that he could store all kinds of items on his person at any given time; currently and specifically, medical supplies. His classy grey suit was already coated in the charm but he felt that carrying his medical bag with him would be a bit more professional. 

With the charm in place, Hugo began to fill his bag with the usual magical medical items as well as a few of his own creation. The Dutchman had a knack for creating new ways to fight illness; such as the bracelet that he had given Zara. It was an item of his own make; built from the bones of the dead, string from an Acromantula and the magic breath of a House Elf. He had spent years researching different forms of magical medicine and now Hugo believed that in an environment such as the Occult Regulation Office, it he would finally find the secret to helping the world.

Once packed, the good doctor headed towards what Emory had earlier pointed out as the “war room”. Here he would wait until the Dormum reached its destination.[/center]