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Issac Schofield

Always watchful.

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a character in “SCION”, originally authored by xXcandlejackXx, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Full Name: Issac Schofield

Nicknames/Aliases: Bravo

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Species: Human


Post/Rank: Fighter / Small-unit tactics instructor.


Description: Grizzled and covered with scares it's easy to see that life has not been kind to Issac . He's not the most imposing figure , lean and just shy of six feet tall. He keeps his brown hair trimmed neatly to match his facial hair. His general expression is a set jawed stare, one not unlike a prison inmate who caught you eyeing his food, Tho of all his hard features his soft eyes are probably the most striking thing about the man, the clear blue orbs give a striking contrast to the rest of the otherwise dark man.

Personality: Issac is a task oriented person , Task is asked, task is completed correctly in a timely manner.
He's a solider through and through and accepts his orders with little question. The rare occasions he questions orders it is usually backed by years of experience.

Inside SCION he's not exactly the most friendly but nor is he outwardly rude or hateful to the newer members, unless training calls for it.

He's got a very soft spots for kids, changing quickly from the "grumpy old man" to a goof ball, this is due to his time spent in South Africa.

Skills:


Hand to hand / bladed combat : Issac spent years studying hand to hand combat before joining the U.S. Military and later the CIA where he mastered SOC-P and became adapt at other marital arts.

Marksmen : Be it long guns or sub-compact pistols Issac is well trained in all things that go bang. He placed third in the Wimbledon cup for long range marksmanship.

Explosives expert : He has a civilian and military grade explosives licenses.

Repelling/ freehand climber: Mountain climbing or Urban repelling Issac has had a hand at it enough to repell or rig on his own if need be.

Macgyver mindset: field craft and finding odd ways of utilizing his surroundings is arguably Issac's best weapon.
Working understanding of magic:

Weaknesses: Aside from being Human Issac swears his "honor" will be the death of him. He says this because of how he reacts to women and children caught in conflict , nearly ignoring self preservation to ensure that they remain safe.

Brief History:
After graduating from high school Issac joined the U.S Armed forces as a D 19 Calvary scout and was deployed in 2003 during the invasion of Iraq , after returning home he was contracted by the CIA to become a Paramilitary Operations Officers. As a P.O.O he was inc charge of keeping the area destabilized until further action was required, this ranged from weapons trafficking , training militia's , and occasionally wet work. After about ten years of this and earning the Distinguished Intelligence Cross, twice, Issac "retired".

He was actually dismissed due to physiological concerns the CIA had They claimed it was a combination of PTSD , delusions , visual and audio hallucinations and a few violent outburst while in the office. However with a few strings pulled Issac kept his name officially on the CIA's payroll.
The attacked were due to Issac's contact with the Paranormal during his operations, ranging from a Vampire coven hiding in the wilds of Africa to werewolves attempting to devour villages. He was contacted by SCION shortly after his "retirement".

So begins...

Issac Schofield's Story

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Oren accepted the treatment from Montana without a lot of comment, less out of distaste for it and more out of concentration as she worked, hoping to try and deal with the mess made of the creature.


She didn't know for certain how her system reacted to things, so she was aware on some level that any chemical was, potentially, an issue, but she would assume that the nervous system must work much the same if the way she'd expressed pain was any indication, and, frankly, leaving her completely aware of the whole thing whilst she was reaching round in her insides was simply inhumane and besides, they needed to do at least something about the blood loss, and a transfusion was not on the cards, so Oren had Madison go fetch a few things.

SCION research worked on a lot of things, and whilst projects did not always reach their intended goals, Oren's ongoing mission for efficiency did mean that all discoveries were put to use. For instance, her research into perfluorocarbons as an artificial blood source for vampires.

The substance she developed, when dissolved in water, had turned out not to be adequate for a vamp, but had been re-purposed into a means of providing a viable oxygen-carrying blood substitute. Something that could be used for transfusions without the issue of blood type and potential rejection....very useful when you had a number of different species around. She didn't have much with her, but it was enough to work with. Oren was always prepared.

With some help from the vampire she set up an IV and Oren started measuring out some chemicals from her case. One, PFC solution, two, morphine. Her gaze flickered over to Toby for a moment.
"Start trying to pull out any bullet fragments you can find. It's all kind of a mess but I'd like not to leave too much in there." she explained as she got everything set up.

Fortunately, the painkillers seemed to work, and took effect pretty quickly, as the cryptid seemed to relax, muscles no longer tense. Her functioning hand unclenched from the fist it had formed, and her head lolled over to one side, blood-chocked silvery hair spilling across the table.

From this, Oren started the real work, beginning to carefully untangle the grisly mess beneath the bandages.

She worked carefully, disentangling cloth and blood and bone and organic matter and setting everything into proper place. Fortunately, impressively, nothing seemed to have ruptured or torn. Evenso, it was a lot of work.

There was some shouting and the sound of someone running upstairs and slamming one of the doors, but Oren gave it little attention, as by then she was concentrating hard on the task at hand, blood leeching up her sleeve and eyes down. The researcher was in the zone and had no intention of becoming distracted.

"Montana, if you want to be helpful could you first please stop any fighting going on, and secondly could you try and get through to the officers about this clusterfuck."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Toby, recovering from a bit of surprise that Oren so readily consented to letting him help, stepped forward, jerking out of the sleeves of his blazer with mild difficulty, exposing his sweatervest and the two holstered glocks. He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and picked up a pair of long tweezers--the sort of skinny ones--and poised himself above the creature's shoulder, where the bullet fragments had torn the flesh. The close proximity to the sensation of dark, old magic made him want to gag as much as the grisly, inhuman sight of the wounds did. On top of it, emotional and physical sensation tended to bleed through, especially when he got close--like when he set his hand near the bullet wound to brace and steady. But he drank it in, searching for a clearer reading as he carefully inserted the stainless steal prongs into the revolting, green injury to remove a fragment.

Real life "Operation."

"You weren't always like this, where you?" he mused softly as he did his best to find the hard fragments in the soft flesh, a measure of pity tempering his revulsion when he forced himself to look at her face.


Spire, meanwhile, listened to the ongoing argument with his arms crossed and his eyes half-lidded. About when Christina stormed off was when he couldn't take it anymore. He laughed. Quietly at first, and then harder.

"That would be useful, Mr. Montana," he said, picking up on Oren's comment. "The amount of drama in this room is getting a little suffocating. Look, I gather your 'mission' seems to have taken a dive, but if you've all finished finger-pointing and raising petty defenses and throwing tantrums, I don't suppose anyone would be interested in working out what you've actually learned and what you intend to do next? I'm getting a tad bored of the...clearly deep-seated interpersonal issues, but something practical, that. That I'm very interested to hear. I'm not sure exactly what you people are after, but Toby and I have done a bit of prodding around already, ourselves, and we'd just assume get back to prodding around if you all need some time for group therapy."

Bait for information exchange placed, he looked expectantly from one cryptid to the next. Impossible to tell who was in charge, here, or he'd look at that person.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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Alexander Wiseman


" Well my dear... i can always make time to talk with my colleagues" he said towards christina. He did not mind sitting down with anyone to discuss a variety of issues. Even with the current issues being emotions seeming to be unchecked. With almost perfect timing as that thought ran through his mind he heard Issac speak back to Christina. Alexander simply watched the exchange until he heard the sound of Issac being slapped, though by magic.

Raising his hand to stop any words that might have come from Issac he spoke " Just grab what you need.. take one of the new guys if you need to... and yes standard rules of engagement and for the sake of the diminishing peace round here make sure no civilians get involved" Noticing Stride approach he nodded " Ah perfect timing... Mr. Schofield will be moving out shortly to recover Arc... If you could provide assistance that will make things a lot easier"

Glancing upwards slightly he let out a sigh " I will go check on her shortly" he said bringing his gaze back down towards the two operatives " Now then.... Anything else you two need me for?" There was no shortage of tasks for him to accomplish so undoubtedly he would be kept busy until Arc was recovered at which point he would take control of his predicament and hopefully only have to deal with a newly turned vampire and not act a damage control for a larger problem. But Alexander was a man who preferred to be prepared, not hopefully so he was keen to send the operatives on their way so he could prepare.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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To say Derrick was not happy was the understatement of the year. He had just gotten off the phone with his superior who was even less happy.

Over the phone he had been told two things. First was that he had to go lock-down the safe house. The second was to pick up Arcturus as no one else wanted to touch the newly turned vampire.

Before getting on the great task of transporting a vampire like some postal worker he instead went to the store. After all if he was going to be trapped with the rest of the crazy SCION folks he at least wanted to have snacks. After spending a little more time than necessary Derrick loaded up his black van with tinted windows and headed to pick up his 'package'.

Doing a quick check to make sure it was indeed Arcturus and not some random druggy or mobster he went to work. Pulling up his shirt to cover his mouth Derrick tossed a small charm onto the floor, the sound of glass shattering echoed on the walls of the empty warehouse. In the location where the bead broke black smoke came pouring out, heading towards the nearest target (which happened to be Arcturus). The black smoke was a short lasting knock-out gas that would insure Derrick's safety as he transported the new vampire to the safe-house.

Now the hard part was lifting, well dragging really, the fully grown man into a vehicle. After that was taken care of Derrick drove back to the safe-house wondering if he could bring Arc and his grocery into the house in one trip.

Arriving at the safe-house Derrick loaded four grocery bags around his arms before dragging the vamp in. Arcturus would probably have some bumps and bruises for being dragged around but that wasn't really Derrick's problem.

The moment Derrick was through the front door he unceremoniously dropped Arc, but not his grocery's, after all he had paid for those. Turning to a nearby wall he moved a pretty painting of a sunset of the beach to its side revealing a hidden rune beneath it. Reaching out Derrick traced the rune with his fingers and muttering something under his breath. As he muttered the rune glowed brighter and brighter until a blinding flash burst from it, spreading through the whole house.

With that down Derrick turned to those present in the room and spoke his voice a chiding tone like one would use on a toddler. "Alright children, you've been put in time out while our parents sort out the mess you made."

After that announcement he finally turned assessing the room and those in it. "I am going to put away my food and then we are going to all have a little pow-wow where everyone not involved in medical operations are going to tell me what the hell happened out there." Derrick's tone was condescending as he continued speaking."If you kiddies are good I may even share the candy I bought with you." His sunglasses turned clearly looking at Spire. "That pow-wow will also include how you ended up part of this mess Mr. Schippers."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Issac fought the urge to step into her swing and land a quick jab at her throat that years of combat had instilled into him. He saw the blow coming, from the way she had set her feet to the hay-maker mile wide swing, he took the hit. He didn't expect the teeth rattling magical force behind the already well placed smack. The sweet-iron taste of blood filled his mouth, but his normal distasteful expression held. He wasn't going to say anything, if her smacking him made her feel better than so be it. Alex reinforced Issac's idea of not doing a damn thing about being hit. " Wasn't planning on it, I let her hit me didn't I?" he spat before answering Stride.

" Desertion of my post, endangering my team, attempted murder of an un-armed cryptic, you know every day things with me. " Issac said with a hint of irritation, it wasn't aimed at Stride but rather the mage who fled upstairs. " According* to her anyhow. Rafael did what ever Rafael does and brought Spire and Toby into the lab. Oren got attacked by the thing, I shot it. , once we were surrounded by the bio-hazard team I simply asked if we needed that thing in the other room alive or not then Oren told me that she wasn't my leader but gave me the option of going my own way, so I did.
Montana left because "of no reason" but if she had payed attentions he made it all to fucking clear he was going after Fel.
Pretty sure that about covers everything. "


Issac turned hearing the door open, an halfway drew his sidearm when Derrick strode in with Arc of all people. " Well looks like we don't have to go fetch him." Issac said letting go of his weapon. Issac had a lot of respect for Derrick, even if he was a mental magic user, but being talked down to like a child had started to grate on his nerves, which all things considered was rather sad. Something really was off about him this whole damn mission. Sighing Issac found a seat and waited for Derrick to poke and prod at the him. This was going to be great fun, two bleeding hearts against his version of what happened. the odds like very much in his favor.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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“Seems like it,” Stride drawled, the words rolling smoothly off her tongue as she watched Derrick out of the corner of her eye. Avalon. Condescending, glasses-wearing asshole he was, his presence only told the Fighter that things really had gone to shit out there. After all, it wasn’t every mission that he of all people were sent out to deal with things, much less put them all under “time out”.

Golden eyes flicked back to Issac, regarding him casually. “Look, get that you’re pissed n’ all, but ya should stop actin’ like ya got a stick shoved up your ass. From the sounds of it, pretty much everyone ‘round here fucked up one way or another. That right?” There was hardly any accusation in her tone, merely the same informality as before. “So cut Christina some slack, sit down, and get some damn pizza. Either way, everyone’ll probably have a shit ton of paperwork to do when this is all over.”

With that, she plopped herself onto the couch, popping her shoulder and letting out a sigh at the noise that followed. “And, uh,” idly, Stride gestured towards the fallen Arc.

“Should we go toss him in a closet or somethin’? It’ll make for a good joke.”

In truth, she was quite annoyed; what with Derrick's sudden appearance and subsequent chiding, as well as the various arguments, there was little chance to sit down, crack open a cola or whatever Kora had brought, and relax. The sound of "being put on time out" was rather foreboding, as well...

At the very least, Stride mused, it would make for an excellent show with the meal. She had done nothing wrong, after all; hell, from how things were turning out, she and her group were looking like the cream of the crop.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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Alexander Wiseman


Hearing the door open Alexander glanced sideways to note not only Derricks arrivals but he had collected Arc as well. A fortuitous turn of events indeed as they did not need to send anyone out now, plus the mages skill set was an extremely useful tool. " Mr. Avalon... Its good to see you again" Hearing Derrick use the term of time out implied to Alexander that they place was entering a sort of lock down. No operation was to be launched until all the information was compiled and given a once over.

" And you come bearing gifts" he said flatly. Striding over to Arc he Reached down and lifted the unconscious figure and threw it over his shoulder. " I will secure him upstairs in one of the rooms... and once i have him compos mentis i will let you know" he said turning to carry the man upstairs. It was strange seeing Alexander carrying a person with the seeming ease and very little discomfort shown. It served to remind everyone that he was still a vampire and not just an old man. He would however make a detour into the medical area to grab a blood bag before heading up stairs.

Once upstairs he find the room that had his possessions in. Mainly a large travelling trunk. Placing Arc on the bed he went over to the trunk and undone the leather straps and the clasps. Rummaging round inside the trunk for moment he pulled out two separate lengths of ropes and laid them to one side. Using the ropes he would lash Arc down to the bed making sure to tie some bulky knots into the rope to make sure he couldn't shake them loose. Satisfied that Arc was secure he would wait for the man to regain consciousness before even thinking about feeding him, as Alexander could tell the new blood had yet to feed.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Crystal
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Issac sighed heavily, today was shit, but stride was right he should probably cut the mage some slack. It just baffled him why she had brought up his dislike of magic as if it were racism or something. Sure he didn't like magic, especially mental magic, but that didn't mean he 'hated' it's users, he just didn't like people poling around were they ought naught poke. Her blerting out how he felt about his co-worker, even if not by name, reinforced that dislike of all things ' mind reading'. Strides works poked at him like a stick, he didn't mind it so much coming for her though, so maybe there was some truth behind Christina's rant.

" You're probably right, I've been on edge since this whole thing started." He forced a smile but it didn't manage to reach his eyes." 'bout the stick and the paper work. How did your and Crystal's day go anyways? Learn anything?" He asked crossing his arms under his chest and leaning back against the wall, watching the entrance to the room they were in and the direction that Christina had fled.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Crystal
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The Fighter gave a short nod, reclining further into the fabric of the couch. “Damn right I am,” she said, quite obviously pleased by the assertion. “Ya need to get a damn drink or somethin’ once things boil down; been talkin’ like the bosses’re out to get us or some shit like that.” Stride snorted at the thought, obviously still not affected by Issac’s paranoia. After all, if there was some odd conspiracy, it would have already been clear as day by now- or, at least, that was her logic.

At the other’s question, Stride grinned beneath her mask, hands moving to clasp behind her head as she kicked her legs out onto the table before her. “We went and found someone who might know about the whole cryptid deal. Had to go and patch her up ‘fore she went and died on us, but from the sounds of it, she ended up seein’ too much and gettin’ torn up ‘cause she ended up gettin’ caught. Once she’s up and talkin’, we could probably get a lot outta her.”

Stride paused, mulling over something in her head, then gave a chuckle. “If everyone else ends up havin’ their heads stuck up their asses, then that means we’ll just end up gettin’ promoted sooner. Less competition and all that shit.”

The idea was a novelty, and she quite liked it.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Crystal
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Issac chortled ,offered a half hearted smile at the suggestion of a drink. He did need one, but he also didn't. Many nights had Issac simply drank his life away, he had stared up at the world from the bottom of a bottle more times than he cared to admit. At the moment however that suggestion pulled on him stronger than it had in years.

" Only if you go drinkin with me." He said in a joking tone.

She went on about the person she had found, Issac quickly drew the connection to the vampire Montana had been dealing with upon their arrival. The news she had been torn up after learning to much worried him. If who ever was willing to kill anyone with any idea as to what was going on, well then that just added another layer of shit to deal with. Not the fact that whom ever would kill, but rather how many of the bodies were just victims of the classic blunder of 'seeing to much'. Sure it'd be easier to figure out what was going on sense all the bodies and what not could be linked to the killings, but the killings with more purpose would be harder to find. More leads to chase down, more foot work. And here they were, stuck in timeout because of poor mission planning.
Figures.

" Have any leads on who did it? I know Alexander and Kora had talked with the wolves around here. They turn up anything?"

" Sounds like you two are gonna get a cookie out of this while mom and dad ground the rest of us. Where is the kid anyways? She do well or did she freeze up after finding what's her face?" Issac was curious how Crystal had handled the whole situation, with her being new to not only SCION but the whole supernatural world, and the gore that it came with it.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Crystal
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“What,” Stride began freely, “ya need me to hold your hair when ya start tossin’ up? Look, man, I know ya well ‘nough, but not that well.” She didn’t seem to notice much of Issac’s internal dialogue, attention currently stolen away by a can of soda she was reaching for. As her fingers wrapped about the black aluminum, she grinned, moving to pop the tab and relishing the soft hissing that followed.

“Accordin’ to Lulu,” she went on, taking a pause to pull away her mask, “it turns out that the York Pack ended up havin’ more of a hand in things than we thought.” A sip, fabric pulled up once again. “Some of ‘em were cartin’ off the cryptid when she saw ‘em, and when we found ‘er- our new source- she was in some alley somewhere. Fucked up pretty bad.”

Another pause, this time to lower the drink. Carefully, Stride lifted a finger, and, placing it against her collarbone, spoke again. “From here
” her finger traveled, then, mapping out the scratches inflicted on their guest. “To here. Had a buncha bites, too. Even if they weren’t the Yorks, some werewolves really wanted the chick dead.”

The can was returned to her hand. “Don’t know much about what they found out, but Kora said that the local packs would apparently stay outta things. ‘parrently not, though.” A shrug. “Thought she went off to talk to the Yorks, too, so it just makes things even more of a pain in the ass to deal with.”

At Issac’s next question, the woman’s grin returned, and, absentmindedly, she made a slight gesture with her soda. “Last I saw Crystal, she was hangin’ with the other rookies. Did pretty damn well out there, though, gotta give the kid that; was the one who found the body, ya know. Went and froze up a lil’ when she actually got there, but she did real good.” Stride gave a slight nod at her own words, admittedly proud of the young werewolf. After all, she had been one of the people often called in to deal with the girl, and with their similarities, it hadn’t taken long for Stride to take a shine to Crystal.

It was nice knowing the kid had true potential, and seemed to have enough of a stomach to at least keep from barfing at the sight of a mauling.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Crystal Character Portrait: Derrick Avalon
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Issac shrugged off her response not allowing the disappointment show on his face, even if it wasn't a date thing it still sucked to be turned down by a friend for drinks. Listening to the rest of what she had to say. Arching an eyebrow when Stride mapped out Lulu's wounds.

" Sounds like it was pretty nasty, hope she heals up well. " Issac nodded a bit glancing away from the female fighter. " we really don't know who attacked our lady friend other than it had been werewolves. Good to hear the kid's doin' alright. She seems to be the most dependable rookie we have. She didn't freak out or nothing.. Hmm. " Issac gave a sage like nod. He just sorta sank into silence not really knowing where to go with any of this.

He was after all locked in a safehouse waiting to be questioned by Derrick. They had Longbow Upstairs, Alexander was probably dealing with him. His mind went through a check list off all the others in the house, he haddn't talked to the kids, not that he really wanted to but it might be wise to see what they had found, unless they were gonna do some sort of team meeting and discuss what the hell was going on. He frowned a bit , puzzled at what his next move should be. Christiana was off in her room, probably still fuming at Issac... Maybe he should go apologize to her.... or at least let her know that Longbow was alright.

"Do you think I should go apologize to Christiana, or at least let her know Longbow is alright, or just let it be? I'm not terribly good with this sorta situation..." Issac admitted studying the glass window and the street below, it overlooked the rear of the building where he had parked the van and his rental car, he looked at everything but Stride at this point. If Stride didn't have a useful answer he'd probably wander off to see what was going on in the 'rookie lounge' or see what Fel was upto...

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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Given the lapse of silence in response to her joke, it didn’t take long for Stride to realize that it had been taken seriously. With a snort, she gave a slight wave of her hand, using the other to adjust her mask to a more comfortable position. “Relax, man, I was fuckin’ with ya; ‘course, still wouldn’t be ‘round to hold your hair for ya, but I could go for a beer or somethin’.”

With that, she finished off the rest of her drink, smashing the can against the side of the couch before tossing it into a nearby trash can. “But yeah,” she said, popping a particularly stiff part of her neck, “ya should probably go say somethin’ to Christina ‘fore she ends up filin’ complaints or some shit like that. Doubt she’d care much ‘bout Masky, though.” Idly, Stride began to thumb a loose patch of fabric peeling from the couch. “Unless they’re bangin’ or some shit, in which case, ya really don’t have to tell me.”

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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Derrick's lips curled up in a smirk at Alexander's statement "Yes well, I do enjoy being a courier and delivering packages." He was silent as Alexander dragged Arc off, and as Montana led away the wildcard known as Spire.

His silence was broken as he heard Stride's words about 'the bosses out to get them'. "Trust me Stride, your teammate has done enough of a job screwing things up for you then the bosses ever could."

Before anyone could go into a panic thinking that the teammate was them he turned to look at Issac and Stride. "And it's not either of you by the way, though everyone blundered a bit today it's the person who is not here right now that caused the most commotion." His voice took on a darker tone "I'll explain what happened when Christina is down, after all I want another mage around to confirm how inappropriate that medieval idiot acted before I decide the proper course of action next time I see him." His tone evened out after a quick pause. "Issac if possible could please tell Christina to come back down after you've apologized to her."

Pausing for a moment he reached into one of the grocery bags and pulled out a box of granola bars and passed it to Issac. "Oh and since you're headed in that direction could you please give her these, they should help with any energy drain by using magic she is experiencing." How Derrick knew Christina was experiencing energy drain was not explained as he moved on to his next task.

After he was done speaking he moved to Kora and handed her a bag of grocery that was full of various candy and chocolates. "Here, we are going to be stuck here for awhile I know werewolves have a higher metabolism. So I bought this for you and Crytsal, share it how you want." Truthfully Derrick just bought it because Kora liked candy, but he didn't need the others to know that he had a heart.

After giving one bag to Kora he then went to put the rest of the bags away in the kitchen. Putting them away consisted of placing the bags on the counter and then going back to the main room to have a chat with Stride.

Skipping the pleasantries the mage went straight to the point. "Do you feel up to donating some blood today? I was informed by the higher ups that we are running low on blood supplies in here. With two extra vampires joining us and one being heavily injured, we are in dire need of blood." His lips curled up once again as he spoke the next part. "So Stride are you willing to let me stab you? You can stab me back if you know how to draw blood."

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The corners of Issac's mouth curled into a quiet smile, one that managed to touch his eyes for a split second, but it was washed away like chalk on a side walk when Derrick's words caught him. He had already figured that he hadn't fucked up the most but at the end of the day it was still something to take note of, if only on a personal level if Arc and Rafael's blunders overshadowed his own. When Derrick got to suggestion, Issac simply nodded taking the bag from the man. He didn't even think to question how Derrick had known , after all with both of them being a mage, it would have been like Issac why he offered Stride or Arc a bottle of water after a mile long run or something. Least that's how Issac saw it.

" Don't know how responsive she'll be to me, but I'll do as you ask." He said , sounding like he was off to clean latrines for the next week. He offered Stride one more smile, as if to say ' well funs over' before heading off to the direction Christina had fled.


He moved through the house quietly, more of a force of habit than actively trying to sneak about. He guessed Christina had long figured out about him showing up.Better lead with a peace offering.... He Simply tapping twice on the door panel , pausing a polite moment before speaking.

" Hey Christina, Derrick showed up with Arc intoe and told me to bring these to you. "He ruffled the bag a bit. " Looks like a grocery bag full of granola bars or something... " He fumbled around for words for a moment, finding himself feeling extremely awkward for some-reason... " You probably don't wanna talk to me right now, rightly so probabl--- no just rightly so, but I wanted to apologize. " Why was this so awkward... just talking to a wooden door.. He felt like he was speaking with a mouth full of sawdust and was half sure if he spat it'd be there. He pushed on.

" I shouldn't have done that, suggesting you were just lucky. I forget that you're not a field agent. You've got a good head on your shoulders and I should have trusted that. You're right about me having a bias for some people 'round here but it has less to do with feelings of affection and more with pride... But at the end of the day you lab folk are the people who are really make a difference and i'm just another boot who can shoot at stuff...." Issac paused trying to gauge how the door was taking his words... It wasn't working well...

" Look I'm really not good at this sorta thing... So I'm gonna leave this here and leave before I say anything else stupid... uh, Derrick is gonna collect the reports and what not here soon, he also has some new information for us by the sounds of it... " He trailed off leaving the bag at the door. He hoped he hadn't offended her anymore.

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At Derrick’s remark, Stride snorted, drawing a foot back to rest snugly in her lap. “Yeah, I heard a little somethin’ ‘bout that,” she droned, glancing at the sole of her boot out of the corner of her eye. She’d have to clean it when she had the time- a few splatters of maroon had ended up sticking to the sole, combining with previously existing mud and debris into an unappealing crust.

The hybrid was unconcerned at Derrick’s change in tone, given the fact that it wasn’t directed at her. She instead busied herself with shifting her legs, allowing for a better view of the other foot. Upon noticing that Issac was leaving, however, she raised her head, giving the other fighter a wry salute in return to his smile.

“Have fun,” she said, slipping both feet back onto the floor.

Stride had started to rise in order to get another soda when Derrick came back, and, casually, she allowed herself to drop back into her seat with an audible “thump”.

“Do I get a cookie after?” Without waiting for a response, Stride deftly rolled up her sleeve, revealing an amalgam of smooth flesh and scales. Thankfully, several veins were visible beneath the surface, and the woman idly scratched the flesh about them. “Ya better not be lyin’ ‘bout me gettin’ the stab ya after,” she mumbled, picking at one of the plates on her skin. “‘fter all, ‘we’re in dire need of blood’, yeah?”

Of course, even if Derrick opted out of donating, she would at least get the benefit of getting more reasons to call the mage a pussy- and that was always a plus in Stride’s eyes.

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Christina’s current position was thus: curled rather pitifully upon her bed, head buried beneath her pillows as she tried to stifle the sound of the sobs and hide the tears that were part of her ordinary response when she became too scared, stressed, or angered – or any combination of the three. It had been rather embarrassing when she was younger (“Why are you crying?” “Because I’m ANGRY!”) but if she couldn’t get rid of it, at least she could make certain that she was alone before she gave in.

Issac was just about the last person she wanted to hear from, but she pressed her mouth harder against the pillow she was hugging, choking the sobs (which fed off each other) long enough to listen to his words. Words, which she had to admit helped her calmed down, begin breathing normally, and compose herself to open the door a crack.

“Apology accepted.” She said softly, angling her head so that her now loose hair would best hide her tear stained face. “And sorry for hitting you
” her voice was low, lest he hear evidence of her breakdown in it. “With all my ranting about professionalism, it was pretty hypocritical
” she smiled quickly, though with her face mostly hidden he might not see it. “I’ll be down soon.” And with that she swiped the granola bars and once again shut the door.

First things first, she bit into one of the snacks, helping her dwindling energy level, then with a huff pushed heavy black locks behind her ears. She broke the headache-relief charm, and then scrubbed at the reddened skin out of habit, followed by drawing out the few bits of makeup she carried with her. It wasn’t much but it would be enough. She had a bottle of water, which she used to wet a cloth and dab at her eyes before covering the temporary damage as best as she could.

A few gulps of the cool water finished the process, and Christina stood, composed as she was going to get on short notice. She fiddled with her hair, decided to leave it down and taking a final steadying breath, opened the door. She then walked to the main room and shyly peered in, almost looking like a different person without the elaborate updo.

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Issac had already stepped away before he heard what Christina had said or even seen her. He hadn't stuck around long enough because he didn't want to poke something he shouldn't. He was wary. He itched all over from the now dry sweat and dust from the whole ordeal at the morgue... Issac had walked down the hallway and was entering his room when Christan stepped out.

This was the most boring part of any mission, the wait. He undid the flannel shirt that was part of his cover and shrugged it of.
The form fitting covert body-armor under was worn much like a tanktop. The cool wash of air than ran over was mindnumbingly refreshing as he un-buckled the three segments and laid them neatly on a side table, next to his bed.

He needed some peace of mind... He uncliped the holster for both of his weapons and set them neatly on the table as well.
His boots came next. Pushing a hand against his jaw he frowned, the two day old beard was bothersome... He walked off to the wash stand.

After a moment he was done, clean shaven. He still felt itchy everywhere else, but there wasn't much to be done about that at the moment. He fell face first onto his bed and just laid there for a while... he'd get up when someone needed him or they knocked. Odds were he'd have to give blood for the vampires anyhow. For now he'd enjoy the simpleness of cold soft sheets.