The kitchen was a dizzying sensory overload, the sounds and smells weeping and erupting from various pots and other cooking utilities were intoxicating. If it's one thing Rune loves more than sleep (which he had little of),or women (which he had even less of), it was his cooking. He used it to escape the monotony of the everyday, and because he never slept the night before a job he had been cooking since before dawn. The very large spread now sat on his kitchen table, a breakfast feast ready for absolutely no one but him. He sighed to himself and wondered how he was going to eat it all? No sense in calling his co workers, none of them were that close.
***Runes tattoos began to slightly shine, one in particular on his upper arm and shoulder was going rather bright, and getting brighter still. It was a tattoo of a Fox, elegant, deadly, and sly looking. It began to protect light from itself and with a bright flash. The Fox materialised into a real living animal, this Fox was rather unique however...***
The Fox stood just under 3 and a half feet tall, wearing nothing but a tattered pair of pantaloon like bottoms, he had a small scar over his left eye. He carried with him an inscribed chute of bamboo adorned with various stones and trinkets that stood about as tall as he was. He propped the stick on the wall in the living room and started himself on the couch. Most of the breakfast food made its way out to the coffee table and Rune himself set his coffee mug on a coaster the spot next to the Fox and nodded as he walked back into the kitchen.
"Hey Kit," he said to the Fox as he went to the sink with a kettle. "Tea, as usual?"
"You got it, man." Kit replied. "So you're obviously feeling some kinda way or I wouldn't be here, what's the skinny?" "It's nothing, really" Rune replied. I'm just stressed about the job, nothing out of the ordinary or anything. I just... well, you know my history with shape shifter....."
"Wait, you got a Skinwalker?" Kits interest had seemingly been perked. "Listen dude if you want me to stick around, maybe back you up on this one tonight? Kit was fascinated with Skinwalkers, even before his supernatural conscious was scribed into Rune, Kit loved the idea of freely transforming from one form to another.
"Thanks Kit, but I got this one. Plus, the rest of the Black Dogs are running with me on this one... Quick and easy, no worries. Okay man?"
"Okay" Kit said with a sigh. So let's catch up, how are things buddy?"
Things are interesting, he thought to himself as Rune composed his thoughts. They had a lot to catch up on do he had better get started...
October 7th 11:14PM
Rune approached the airfield entrance with his gear bag over his left shoulder. The air was crisp and the blowing wind fought the hood on his sweater. The military-esq assistance they were recovering was nice, planes being fueled and cargo loaded, the hustle and bustle almost had him forget it was nearly midnight. "Time to board" he thought to himself as he approached a rather large military transport jet. Seeing as he was the first of the Black Dogs to arrive he would board the plane and listen to some new music while he awaited his teammates. He took his seat and pulled out his headphones do he could relax before they took off. "I really hope Hesse went be a problem," he mused to himself as he sat back and relaxed.