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From his perch, Kieran watched his colleagues file into the Map Room without any comment. But the sight of Miss DeVito, with her red eyes that looked like they didn't get an ounce of sleep, elicited a response from the generally detached werewolf. A small wave of concern briefly washed over his expression, but it only lasted a moment before he turned his gaze away from his partner. DeVito, like most Regulators, wasn’t the type to open up to others about whatever kind of misery had led her to work at ORO. And Kieran was certainly not the kind to pry. Not to mention he was hardly in any position to give advice on how to get over things in a healthy manner.

But if this has to do with nightmares, I could easily provide her with Sleeping Drought to rid her of them…’ he postulated to himself, already mentally tallying the ingredients he had on hand for the potion.

But at that moment, Kieran’s eyes passed over Miss Greenwood, causing him to grimace just a little bit, as he couldn't help but hope that her wandering thoughts hadn’t picked up on his own. It wasn’t anything to be proud of, but Kieran spent too long cementing his position as the uninvolved potion master of the group to be undone by a stray thought or two of concern. After all, it was much easier for him to carry on with his condition when people weren't invested in him. Or at least that's what he had taken to telling himself. Thankfully, Corrigan started the briefing, effectively taking the werewolf's mind off of his overly self-conscious thoughts.

By the time he had finished with the Regulator’s ever cheerful motto, Kieran had already compiled a list of potions that he would have to grab from the workshop. The case sounded awfully grisly, even by ORO’s standards, and while Kieran had never heard of a legend concerning this “Candy Lady,” he could only imagine it was far from pleasant. Still though, he had a job to do and he intended to take every step he could to get it done. Sure, even he was aware of how paranoid his precautions were, but so far that very paranoia had kept him alive in an environment where people making it to retirement was unheard of.

As he made his way out of the room to grab his supplies from the workshop, he paused briefly just before he passed by DeVito, turning his head slightly to look her in the eyes. “I’m not going to waste either of our time asking about what happened,” he quietly assured the woman, with most of the other Regulators likely more focused on the nonsense that was occurring between Arminstance and Lerius to pay them much mind. “But my expertise can provide you with a number of ways to sleep easier, should you wish it.” And with that, the aloof mage continued on his way out of the room, hardly giving his partner any chance to respond to his offer.



@jetipster By the way, I am loving the angry team mom vibes I'm getting from Felix. I really hope he actually sits the team down and puts up graphs on those sleep:death ratios xD
@Ruthenselle It's all good, that was actually my mistake for not specifying. He is still using the apartment he was in when he attended the University of Michigan, which is in Ann Arbor.


@Vilhelm I believe Netflix still has the series on it if you have access to that. Otherwise, if you are of the more hook hand and peg leg variety, shush.se also has the full series available for streaming as well. Either way, I highly recommend checking it out as the characters are written incredibly well.
@Ace of flames01 Alright, alright. I gathered up the best Husband MaterialsTM I could find and this is what I came up with. Tell me what you think.


So I thought it'd be kinda helpful if everyone had a character tag to put over their post. I've always found it pretty useful in helping me remember which name belongs to who and I see it done very often in many other RPs as well. lol So I added a little scroll-like flair to them to make em more interesting. I hope you guys like and make use of them, but if you dont, its okay! :P Also made a special one for our dear caretaker just in case. lol
@BrutalBx@Shadow007@Lauder@Xilaw@Sarcelle Renard@RumikoOhara@Fat Boy Kyle@Heretic@BlackPanther@jetipster@Vilhelm@Zahir@Sailorsadie




I must apologize, for I could not hit that like button hard enough to properly express just how awesome you are for making all of these. Seriously, you rock!

<Snipped quote by Sailorsadie>

Nickie is the party mind, thus it is the best mind.


And Kieran is pretty much the opposite of all that.

@Sailorsadie You're not lame at all, as I am prone to doing the same. Unless of course we are both lame, but that is a subject for another time.

Any who, thanks for reminding me.
Kieran







The scratching of a quill carving its way across paper was the only true sign of life in the otherwise dreary room. The equally dreary writer sat cross legged in his black desk chair, looking half undead as he diligently recorded the notes from his most recent attempts at replicating the Wolfsbane Potion. His desk, which was illuminated by one highly overworked and underappreciated lamp, was a complete mess when compared to the rest of the room. Stacks of thick reference books were piled precariously on and around it, all of them absolute slogs to read through even by Kieran’s standards, and the desk was littered with a great variety of clutter.

The werewolf’s half lidded eyes widened as he finally noticed that his wand was glowing, a signal from one of the other Regulators to get his off his tail so that he could be briefed on a case. A yawn escaped Kieran as he stretched, raising one arm over his head, which must have been quite an odd sight as his other was still quite busy with its writing. But alas, his notes, the mess that they were, would have to wait for another time. The quill found its usual place just outside of its holder, adding a few more dribbles of ink to its impromptu work of art on the desk, as its owner got up and ran a hand through his dark hair.

A quick look in the mirror confirmed Kieran’s suspicions that he was by no means decent enough to meet with the others, as he was clad in only boxers and a t-shirt, much to his slight annoyance. After a few minutes of rummaging and grumbling, the mage was satisfied with his apparel now that he was donning a dark pair of jeans, a fresh white t-shirt, and a black sports jacket. Personally, walking around in his skivvies wouldn’t cause Kieran to lose any sleep, but he had a suspicion that Twycross would take such an act as him growing comfortable with the others and would likely not let him live it down. So here he was, running a quick hand through his hair in a vain attempt to rein in its unruliness, wondering how it had managed to get so messy when the only sleep he had gotten was from the few hours he had dozed off at his desk.

The door closed behind him with only a soft click. Habit was a mighty powerful thing, and for Kieran, it had become habit to not draw too much attention to himself. So he made his way through the Mysterium Domum’s halls quietly, his footsteps just barely audible. ‘I’m definitely going to need a pick-me-up before we leave,’ he noted to himself, stifling the urge to yawn yet again. Much to his chagrin, he would likely have to resort to plain old coffee, as his last batch of Wideye Potion had some rather… remarkable side effects. He had tried altering the recipe to make the concoction suitable for more recreational use, but was left with a monstrosity that left his voice sounding like he had inhaled a copious amount of helium. Needless to say, he had confined himself to his room until the effects passed.

The Map Room was already filling up by the time Kieran arrived. Some were already conversing amongst themselves, so the werewolf took the opportunity to discreetly take position leaning against a wall, waiting wordlessly for the rest of his colleagues to arrive.

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