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Seamus waited until Catherine closed the door before nodding but waiting to shrug off his jacket. He followed the girl into what appeared to be the main area of the home, considering the various places to sit. He felt awkward just sitting somewhere without being given permission to though. Was that normal? Hmm. He wasn’t sure. So he stood as Catherine revealed her abilities. His eyes widened. ”A cat? I’ve never seen anything but mice up close… and I don’t think they were people that became mice,” he said hesitantly. The thought made him wonder if there weren’t others at the lab he’d been at, just more locked up and secured than he was. Perhaps they kept them separated to avoid some sort of take over? Now that was interesting. Had he left anyone behind besides his nurse when he left? The thought weighed on him heavy.
Freedom seemed rather comfortable though, taking off her shoes and sitting cross legged on the couch. A maned wolf? He had only learned about wolves native to the USA. A maned wolf must be more native to south America. So, she was from Brazil? That was fascinating. He nodded as she revealed her teeth, and the trail of fur up her back. He smiled a bit at the two. ”Wow, so you can literally turn into an animal? I had no idea…” he started, when a voice yelled out and then another. Something about food. Oh he was starving. This was better luck than he’d ever imagined. Nice people, like him, a place to stay, food…
A feeling of relaxation came on his shoulders and he shrugged off his jacket, laying it over the arm of the couch. He spread his wings a bit, enjoying being able to do so, before half sitting on the arm of the couch he’d thrown his jacket over. It allowed more breathing room for his feathers than sitting back to the couch anyway. ”Thank you. For all this,” he said softly, not feeling like he deserved what he’d already gotten by being taken in and even admired it seemed by Freedom. He glanced to Catherine, wondering if she would be afraid or excited by his appearance. It was rather fun, to see how Freedom had reacted after all these years of him being treated like a lab rat.
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Evelyn glanced at Christof with raised brow when she heard the scoff from his lips. ”Do you have something to say?” she asked, a flash in her eyes. Normally she would have let such a thing go, perhaps rolled her eyes inwardly, but the attitude was not one she would tolerate from another vampire. She didn’t linger on it too long however before the doors to the dining hall slammed open and Mithias appeared. Evelyn’s countenance warmed into a calm, closed lip smile if only for a brief moment. She did feel more comfortable around the others when he was present. Although, she knew ahead of time what was coming. She almost felt like he’d lost part of himself when he’d turned her. And he hated to see new vampires turned at all. So upon arriving to the discovery of the three new ones, she had already begun to play through her mind how Mithias would react. She was not far off. As Viorica and Mithias argued, she sighed and took the glass of blood offered by William.
”Thank you, dear,” she said, drinking a sip before pushing her chair out and standing, walking over to the older, male vampire. She took his hand gently that was pointed at Viorica and held it in both of hers. ”It is too late to change this, Mithias. Getting angry is a waste of energy,” she said, as if no one else were in the room. The last thing she wanted was upheaval between them all. Evelyn had wished to be a vampire from the moment she realized they existed, but not everyone felt that way, and it was not a wrong emotion. In fact she understood quite well. She glanced over her shoulder towards Viorica, giving a disapproving look for the terms the woman had used. Heathen. Fledgling asses. Barbaric. She honestly did not care for the anger spewing from either of them. She couldn’t imagine what the newborns must be thinking. Although, they seemed pretty enraptured still by the red liquid before them.
”Thank you, dear,” she said, drinking a sip before pushing her chair out and standing, walking over to the older, male vampire. She took his hand gently that was pointed at Viorica and held it in both of hers. ”It is too late to change this, Mithias. Getting angry is a waste of energy,” she said, as if no one else were in the room. The last thing she wanted was upheaval between them all. Evelyn had wished to be a vampire from the moment she realized they existed, but not everyone felt that way, and it was not a wrong emotion. In fact she understood quite well. She glanced over her shoulder towards Viorica, giving a disapproving look for the terms the woman had used. Heathen. Fledgling asses. Barbaric. She honestly did not care for the anger spewing from either of them. She couldn’t imagine what the newborns must be thinking. Although, they seemed pretty enraptured still by the red liquid before them.
Isla sighed at Mr. Tinker’s summation. In her opinion, it was better to rid the world of him and simply get what info they needed from the briefcase, but ah well. She had her orders. So she simply nodded and left the meeting room, getting a bite to eat and getting lost in one of her favorite novellas before realizing the time had passed rather quickly already. She arrived to the briefing with the other Black Dogs, taking in the sight of the blueprints, tickets, IDs and what not. It would do.
Conrad's going to be in the German town of Hesse for a conference, which is our way in. We pose as attendees and hotel staff, lose ourselves in the noise and clutter. By the time we arrive in Hesse, it'll already be dark. We need to get Conrad into a security black spot, extract him and leave no witnesses. Raven - you're with me on that. We're going in under civilian ID's to make contact with him, draw him out, then bag him.
Simple enough. If there was one thing she could be it was an actress. Just a smart one.
It was funny after so many years how that had become so simple it was boring. The only interesting part about this was the fact that he was a shape shifter. The mission almost wouldn’t be any fun unless he tried shifting. Just the thought brought a smirk to her face. And she was too busy in her thoughts of how to capture the freak to hear the silly question from Stirker. Though she did come out of it enough to hear Rune’s.
”Aren’t there always hiccups? Just deal with them and move on,” Isla said bluntly, though there wasn’t much emotion in her words. The smooth look on her face suggested they had all the time in the world to discuss if they needed to though. ”If we plan for every possible thing that could go wrong, we’ll miss our flight,” she shrugged, reaching out and taking her ticket and ID and running her fingers over it. Maria Koch. As for how they were to be extracted, she didn’t respond to that. As it was a decent question.
Conrad's going to be in the German town of Hesse for a conference, which is our way in. We pose as attendees and hotel staff, lose ourselves in the noise and clutter. By the time we arrive in Hesse, it'll already be dark. We need to get Conrad into a security black spot, extract him and leave no witnesses. Raven - you're with me on that. We're going in under civilian ID's to make contact with him, draw him out, then bag him.
Simple enough. If there was one thing she could be it was an actress. Just a smart one.
It was funny after so many years how that had become so simple it was boring. The only interesting part about this was the fact that he was a shape shifter. The mission almost wouldn’t be any fun unless he tried shifting. Just the thought brought a smirk to her face. And she was too busy in her thoughts of how to capture the freak to hear the silly question from Stirker. Though she did come out of it enough to hear Rune’s.
”Aren’t there always hiccups? Just deal with them and move on,” Isla said bluntly, though there wasn’t much emotion in her words. The smooth look on her face suggested they had all the time in the world to discuss if they needed to though. ”If we plan for every possible thing that could go wrong, we’ll miss our flight,” she shrugged, reaching out and taking her ticket and ID and running her fingers over it. Maria Koch. As for how they were to be extracted, she didn’t respond to that. As it was a decent question.
I'm still here
Done!
NanixErka said
@Whirlwind = totes cool. accepted
Awesome- question: Rules on cursing in the IC?
Isla would smile politely and nod with each new arrival. Well, most of them anyway. Some she simply stared. Like the sandman over there. She just stared at him until another member of the hounds walked in and she became distracted. Some of the hounds were wild dogs and Isla honestly thought the crown was kidding themselves by putting chains on them. One day at least one of them would crack and the crown would regret ever assigning them to these sorts of tasks in hopes of controlling them. But ah, she wasn’t supposed to think for herself now was she? No. Just follow orders.
Her mood had brought the corners of her lips tugging downward ever so slightly, and her eyebrows maybe a millimeter closer together. Her expressions were vague and minute, but readable nonetheless. Although her shoulders were relaxed when Rune tried to lighten the mood with a rather silly comment. She managed a genuine smirk. She began running through her thoughts of the hounds she did know well enough to make a judgment call on, but was stopped when Disciple moved in front of the screen at the front of the room. Listening intently, Raven was inundated with information. She snarled a bit at the fuzzy pictures towards the end of the projection they were shown, obviously disgusted with the images. She sighed softly though and turned her attention back to the rather odd looking woman with pale skin, as she passed around some envelopes. Isla could deny she wasn’t a tad bit curious what the private commands were, but oh well. It wasn’t something she needed to worry about obviously.
Instructed to capture Dederick Conrad with Mr. Tinker, she nodded, glancing to the man in the suit briefly before listening until their meeting was officially concluded. Once it was, she turned her chair to face that of her fellow Black dog and apparent partner for this mission. ”Well. It’s just too bad he has to be kept alive,” she said, eyebrow flickering up so it seemed like she was joking perhaps, but she was not.
Her mood had brought the corners of her lips tugging downward ever so slightly, and her eyebrows maybe a millimeter closer together. Her expressions were vague and minute, but readable nonetheless. Although her shoulders were relaxed when Rune tried to lighten the mood with a rather silly comment. She managed a genuine smirk. She began running through her thoughts of the hounds she did know well enough to make a judgment call on, but was stopped when Disciple moved in front of the screen at the front of the room. Listening intently, Raven was inundated with information. She snarled a bit at the fuzzy pictures towards the end of the projection they were shown, obviously disgusted with the images. She sighed softly though and turned her attention back to the rather odd looking woman with pale skin, as she passed around some envelopes. Isla could deny she wasn’t a tad bit curious what the private commands were, but oh well. It wasn’t something she needed to worry about obviously.
Instructed to capture Dederick Conrad with Mr. Tinker, she nodded, glancing to the man in the suit briefly before listening until their meeting was officially concluded. Once it was, she turned her chair to face that of her fellow Black dog and apparent partner for this mission. ”Well. It’s just too bad he has to be kept alive,” she said, eyebrow flickering up so it seemed like she was joking perhaps, but she was not.
Interested in a position as some sort of distraction/distractor, and the one that 'takes care' of any witnesses or possible witnesses if her distracting fails.
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