Snippet #2090674

Two additional bodies had filled the space within the office shortly after he made his appearance within. One, Vesper Norton, was not, in his mind, a favorable character. Of course, he had excellent skills in tracking, but he never enjoyed his presence. This had bothered him time and time again, during his stay here. Not understanding it made it close to unbearable to the point of walking out of the room, sometimes the building, just to think alone. As his gaze brushed past the features of the man, he couldn't help, but give a small start, 'He is passing judgement over me.' With eyes narrowing to slits, the hood began to drift over them, hiding them from the world. A thought passed through his mind, but was quickly abolished. One who has a ruined tongue, and very poor vocal chords, could not speak in a legible fashion. So he stayed silent, while slowly reaching for his weapon and whetstone.

The soft whisk-whisk filled his mind, banishing all thought, as the weapon and whetstone struck and slid across their surfaces in a slow rhythm. His mind was wholly consumed with the whetstone, before finally stopping to examine the weapon closely. The eyes took on a dreamy look, before resuming with the soft whisk-whisk of the two for a few more heartbeats. Once satisfied, he placed the two in their respective pouches, then turned to see as Frankie appeared in the doorway. He couldn't help, but remove his half mask and mouthed the word "Woof" at the sound of his own nickname, before securing it in place once more. 'I will die eventually,' he thought to himself, 'but not this day, nor the next.'

Before another thought could be formed, Miss Rivers barged in. He wanted to address his last assignment quickly, but she was gone as soon as she entered. Puzzled, he looked about himself, wondering where she had gone. As quickly as she had vanished, she appeared in an odd get-up of outdoor gear, asking if everyone was ready. Confusion had entered his mind, and evidently showed within his own dark eyes. He had looked about himself, wondering if anyone else was as confused as he was. Apparently, Vesper was also confused, and began to voice his own opinion about it. "Tracking in the dark is not possible." The Hound's own head bobbed in acknowledgement to this statement. It was true to anyone with half a brain, and unless you had a fleet of flying machines at your beck and called, you were going to have to wait till first light to start the hunt.

"We would only get in each others way, get lost, or worse yet, destroy their tracks ourselves. If they ran away today, they won't have gone far, and I have tracked down people who have been gone for more then a week. Just a suggestion of course, but instead we should use tonight to attempt to gain any and all information we can about who is running away." Again, he bobbed his head in acknowledgement. There were wisdom in his words, and even though he didn't feel comfortable in his presence, he could not refute the man's words. Miss Rivers had appeared to be hyped up and ready to get on with the hunt, but if she tried to go out into the night, she would go without a Tracker and a Hunter.