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Resting his hands on the map table, the werewolf leaned forward slightly as he took in the information in front of him. From the looks of it, the Regulators were taking on another job in America. The asylum was in Massachusetts to be specific, not that Kieran had any experience with the place or really any idea what he would be up against. Greenwood had skimped on the actual briefing part of her job before she went chasing after Corrigan. [i][color=slategray]’Is something going on between those two…?’[/color][/i] The thought left his mind just as quickly as it had come to him, as he was far more concerned with figuring out what potions to bring rather than worrying about work place love triangles.

The kid interrupted that process though, as she had followed him to the map and had been busy rambling for the past minute or so, something that she was kind enough to point out herself. The werewolf turned his head, his dull brown eyes giving her a rather hard look, as if he was measuring up everything she ever was and ever will be. Yet no matter how hard he tried, what he saw before him was not a prodigy, but just some kid that had ended up someplace they had no business being.

[color=slategray]”You seem to misunderstand me, Reynell,”[/color] he started coolly, his hands ignoring her offered one by remaining firmly planted on the map table. [color=slategray]”It’s not that you aren't wanted by ORO, on the contrary we need all the help we can get as we are down a few members, but from where I'm standing it seems like you are woefully unfit for this job. You look young and inexperienced, both in regards to the darker sides of magic and how cruel people can truly be.”[/color] Kieran paused for a moment and cocked his head ever so slightly to the side before continuing. [color=slategray]”So, speaking only for myself, I highly recommend you find a new career before you get yourself or anyone else killed.”[/color]

While his words were awfully pointed, his voice had been neither malicious nor disdainful. In fact, everything about him seemed completely impersonal at this point, but on the inside he was in turmoil. For the life of him, Kieran couldn’t understand why he had said all that, much less make such sense of why he made such wild assumptions about a person he had barely met. Was he overcompensating because of what had happened with Twycross? Or had he simply snapped because of the frustrating lack of progress he had been making with the Wolfsbane Potion?

The werewolf’s dark eyes finally left Reynell’s after a handful of uncomfortable moments. It didn’t matter anymore. What was done was done, so for now he would just leave it at that.

[color=slategray]”The name’s Kieran, by the way.”[/color]

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[@SailorSadie]