Horatio Greger & Solomon
He had had a rather rough day so far and the rain didn't help much. Normally the middle aged man would have rejoiced with the coming of rain as he once did when he was much smaller and much, much younger. Nowadays the rain simply reminded him of how it was Natures way of cleansing the world of its dirt, cleansing the people. Unfortunately the great Mother of the World was thwarted once more by waterproof canvas large enough to ensure a person wouldn't be damped by the rain. Allen himself was once of those people, too wrapped up in their own little worlds of dryness. At such a moment a spark of color dashed to his right. His deep brown eyes followed the young woman quickly and for a moment he pitied her lack of dryness, for she did not carry with her an umbrella. Almost as soon as he began to do so his attention returned to himself and he was reminded of how bad a day he was having.
Some ten minutes later the rain let up and he, like everyone around him, shook their umbrellas out and put them away so they wouldn't be in the way. Horatio wished he had taken the metro but alas he didn't have the money to pay the fare. "Pardon my interruption... but can you tell me where that uniform comes from" It took him a moment to realize he was being spoken to but he responded. "Yeah the academy. . ." He looked to the man and was troubled by his age, not realizing the look of disapproval on his face. "Why do you ask?" " I seek a child... around 16.... distant relation of mine" Another look of disapproval came about but it soon softened as the stranger explained to Horatio the situation. Nodding along, Horatio pointed towards the center of city. "Head towards the center of the city and you'll arrive at the Academy grounds." Horatio then left him to his business and continued on his way to his meeting.
Not even five minutes after their separation did Horatio registered the strange feeling he had when he spoke with that stranger. For some reason he felt calm, forgetting his trouble, almost happy really. He looked over his shoulder to see if he could spot the stranger but he wasn't able to but someone else was. This tad younger fellow watched from the rooftops of a nearby building. Had he not had the luck of encountering a new exorcist on patrol, he would never have found out about the Orders attentiveness towards the skies. It took him a while to get the poor guy to talk but eventually he did. It seemed like the Order was aware of a lot of things. Solomon had never encountered an Angel before and he was quite eager to meet him.
He had been quick to send his familiar to the his higher ups the moment he caught sight of the Angel as he fell. A grin parted his lips with excitement. Solomon ran across the rooftops before finally climbing down to ground level. He followed after the Angel for a while, getting bored as he did. It wasn't long before he realized the Angel was heading in the direction of the Academy. His curiosity ensnared again, Solomon followed the Angel with tad more eagerness than before. He was aware the Order had gotten much more vigilant towards the warring factions for a while now. Solomon had been preoccupied by his thoughts of caution that he hadn't noticed they were on school grounds.
Solomon glanced upwards to see that a young student with blonde hair seemed to be approaching the Angel. His eyes narrowed and he thought of maybe interrupting the pair but he saw someone else of more concern, a senior exorcist. With a huff of air Solomon pulled up his hood to not only obscure his face but to hide the tattoo on the back of his neck. The tattoo depicted a tribal crow spreading its wings in white ink, the White Crow. Unfortunately now would be where he'd have to leave his Angel.