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Rafael Jose Alihambra

"I am a F**k Mothering Assassin, and I demand to be respected as such"

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a character in “SCION”, as played by Booker_Dewit47

Description

Full Name: Rafael Jose Alihambra

Nicknames/Aliases: No Known, but due to his age, most would assume him a Vampire.

Age: 850+? Estimated DOB: 1160s, First known appearance was in 1898 during the Spanish American war.

Gender: Male

Species: Human/Sorcerer

Eye color: Shifts between Red, black, and yellow, no known reason as too why. Will stay Yellow most of the time

Post/Rank: He has held the rank of Captain in the Spanish Army,
Hauptsturmfuhrer in the SS, and 1st LT in the US Army.
His Current Rank with in S.C.I.O.N is classified.


Description: Rafael stands at 5'11, with eyes the change color and Black hair.
He wears a 40s era gentleman coat and tie as well as trousers with a set
of black loafers and a Brown, wide brimmed hat with a wight band.
The color of the set varies, but it will usually be light brown.
He wears a Catholic Crucifix around his neck as well
as a Irish four leaf clover charm and a single Dog tag.


Personality: Rafael is Dark, cold, sarcastic, and really just a bad person
cross. Now, when he is among those he can call friends, he can warm up
but will usually retain his sarcastic attitude.

Skills: Rafael, dispute being a devout man of god, is a master of Galdr,
or Norse Rune magic. Being able to cast multiple low-mid level runes at will
with out needing to recite them (due to his tattoos, which act as the runes
them selves. He can use this skill to help his friends and harm his enemies,
how ever, as with most magic, it comes at a price: He is quasi immortal.
This, to most, would appear to be a god send, however Rafael is tired of
living and wishes to join his departed friends and family in heaven but
cant. The only known way for him to die, or even be injured, is to do so
in combat. He cant die of natural causes, and cant kill himself.

Brief History: Other then being born in Spain in...well, no exact or even estimated date can be said. He has never gone in to detail about his birth and no known historical record can account for him. He could be over miliniea old for all the world knows. Serving with
the Spanish army (and later Cuban rebels), the Waffen SS as a Hauptsturmfuhrer,
and as a 1st LT in the US Army's "Deadhead" unit, not much is known as he does
not like to talk about his past and his mood will darken if asked about it.

Weapons: His tattoos act as the source of his powers. All he simply has to
do is put his power hand out and think of a certain Rune and it will be casted.

One (1) SCAR-H 7.62x5.2mm Assault rifle.
^ this is due to his need for a conventional ranged weapon with ammo that is common
He favors this over the M16, M4, and AK47/74 he was offered due to its
longer range and better power. He will usually have it hidden around him
but allways with in reach.

One (1) Luger PO-8 chambered in modern 9x19mm Ammo.
^this was born out of his need for a compact, easily hidden personal weapon
supposedly obtained from his time in the SS.

Commonly used runes:
NOTE: these are authentic Norse runes and are pronounced in ancient Norse.

Uruz
"ooo-rooze"
Ur is useful for using primal power to release creativity and create sudden
change. It can be used to release or tame power. In all cases there is a
certain danger to the action, since it will be the rune caster's personal
skill and power which will control that which is unleashed.
In conjunction with other runes, ur is useful in the vocation of various natural powers.
it helps areas of risk and beginning an adventure, even that of starting
a business or any other area in which you are putting something at risk.
In the eighteen runes of which Odin speaks, the sixteenth is one that wins
the heart of a woman.

What this does for Rafael: It can be used as a way to tame powerful
natural forces such as the wind and rain. It can also be used to tame....the
heart of strong a willed women.

Thurisaz
"thoor-ee-saws"
Thorn (Thurisaz) is useful for attack and sometimes for tests. It makes people careless at the wrong moment;
it makes people sicken; it drives people insane.
It is particularly suitable for increasing the fear of people already afraid.
Of Odin's list of eighteen runes, the sixth turns an enemy's spells against
them.

What this does for Rafael: Its a standard combat rune usually bound to his
hands and used as both a weapon to injure his foes, but a shield to block
other spells. Not effective at stopping bullets.


Raidho
"rye-though"
This rune symbolizes the journey to a place of power, the realms of the dead.
Thus it can be used to gain knowledge from the dead through necromancy,
seance, and divination.

What this does for Rafael: Two things. 1. Faster then light travel through
the use of shadows around him and there fore is mainly effective at night.
2. Can act as a counter to Necromancy in the sense of a shield.


Kenaz
"cane-awze"
Ken is useful for spiritual understanding, initiation, the harnessing of power, and guardianship.
It can be used to bring strength to an individual, or for the banishment
of dark forces lying in a persons mind.

What this can do for Rafael: Mainly used out side of combat to calm the mind of those under stress,
can also be used to banish daemons from possessed souls (exorcist style, b*tches).
Lastly it can be used to heal a great mental trauma that a person has suffered.

NOTE: to Clariafy, this is not the entirety of his magical powers, more like the Major spells. Rafael will use a variety of common magic such as Pyromancy and necromancy.

Non Norse Runes:

Alle Sehen: a Germanic rune, this gives Rafael the ability to see the life force of others,
even through walls and other obsticals. Has a limited range of 30-50 feet.

Der Schnitter: a Bezerker style rune, this allows Rafael to form a scythe made out of his own magic energy.
NOTE: This is a meta style skill to by only used as a last resort.


Dispite of seeing the rise of the Khans, both world wars, the crusades, and the Inquisition, he can still be compassionate to strangers. Offend trying not to harm innocents ae: women, children and priests.

So begins...

Rafael Jose Alihambra's Story

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Spire Schippers
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Spire's hand was in his jacket with his glock as he considered Montana's words in a split second. It seemed the man knew more about them than he thought. All of that phone checking...

"Fair enough. We can keep your innocent bystanders out," he said.

Montana's well-timed shoe tying kept Arianna from seeing the gun initially, but it didn't keep her from hearing the clamor in the morgue, or seeing Alihambra take off down the hallway with the thing in hand, and it didn't keep her from getting rather alarmed by Montana's abrupt change from the ethically conscious photographer to his matter-of-fact behavior as he addressed Toby and Spire. "Situations" and "won't hesitate to attack you" and "diagnostics."

Arianna wasn't completely witless. "What's going on? Are you-- MI5 or criminals or what?" the girl said, her voice climbing in pitch.

"Interpol," chimed Toby, glad to make some kind of contribution here.

Spire pulled a folding leather wallet from his pocket and flipped it open, briefly showing some kind of badge before repocketing it before anyone could give it too close a look, and trading it for his handgun. "Arianna, there's not time to explain, but this is a deep cover operation and we have an unexpected problem," he said seriously, in a low voice for only her and the nearest to hear. "They're dealing with the issue, so I it's best for the patients not to cause a panic. Can I trust you to contain the situation and get all of the staff out of this section, then stay in the hospital and make sure nobody enters this corridor? Please."

Arianna's face was pale, but she nodded vigorously and sprinted off.

"Well. She'll watch that door, we'll watch this one," Spire said with a smug little smile, and he strode purposefully to the entry to the morgue after Rafael. They could assess the situation from the doorway and watch the hallway at the same time. Bare minimum, Toby needed to get close enough to get a better read on the presence he had sensed inside. And they could go from there.

Toby pushed in the double swinging doors--only to find that they bounced back immediately against Christina's sorcerous shield. Catching the metal rim, Toby pulled one of the doors open, taking in the full scene, through the barrier, with both eyes and senses--Christina, Oren, the horrific tatter of pale hair and guts and green ichor that was the Thing--and Isaac.

"Fancy meeting you again," said Spire to Issac with a dry look. "What's the Thing, Toby?"

Toby, his eyes flicking from Issac to the heap of torn flesh, had...no idea. At this distance, he should be able to tell what she was. He had never experienced anything like her. All he knew for sure was...
"Uh...she's in pain," he said.

Which in retrospect was pretty obvious, but it also meant that she wasn't dead when she very clearly should be.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Spire Schippers
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Dr Kovalenko took hold of some paper from a roll on the worktop to wipe the blood off her cheek.
"'I'm guessing any infection that can live in that is not going to be able to live in me." she responded. There weren't many infections that could gain any purchase in the vampiric body.... she reckoned this to be a sort of evolutionary quirk to ensure they didn't contract blood-borne diseases like hepatitis from victims. So really if anyone was going to get mauled by an unknown monster, she was probably the best one...a dubious privilege.

"Appreciate the enthusiasm, but we need to try and draw attention away from this, not torward it." Oren mused at Isaac's suggestion, aware of others appearing on the other side of the sorceress' barrier. It looked like the shady types that fool sorcerer had been talking to outside.

And it was quite possible someone would have heard the gunshots, or the noise that the "corpse" had been making.

This was far from ideal, but she was a researcher, and she didn't pass up the opportunity to study what they had discovered, especially because she didn't exactly trust the less intellectual field agents not to kill it fairly soon.

The woman, gun still sat in one hand, approached the thing, stepping up the the barrier, to see how it was likely to react.

Rather than aggression, the creature shrunk away from her approach, pushing back further against the barrier. She could hear it breathing rapidly, as if in a panic. The creature's eyes had flickered onto her. The irises were a nearly luminous green, like the insides of a glowstick, and it made making eye contact more than a little unsettling.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus.
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Issac'a weapon traded targets as the double doors bounced open, and was instantly lowered upon seeing Rafael , Montana....Toby and Spire. Why where those two here? Were they the ones Rafael had blown their cover on? Figures...

" You both were told to stop freelancing after that botched raid on that vampire group I had been watching." He said leering at Spire, who he guessed had been the 'brains' of that operation. It had been a rogue group of vampires involved in human trafficking, Issac was watching him to hopefully learn who they had been working for but Toby and Spire and managed to get involved, Issac involved him self since he hadn't wanted the young men to die, he hadn't known they were sups until after the fact.

He didn't want these two to get anymore involved then they already were... Who knows who they had come in contact with in the last few years. He smiled a bit before he spoke. " At least the gang is all here now." It was a lie that Montana and even Rafael should be able to catch with tweezers. Issac didn't want Spire or Toby to know that the group was larger than it was until it was too late, what ever was going to happen, they'd at least have to be taken for questioning to see how much Rafael had leaked to them... Issac distantly wondered who's side Rafael was on...

A itch formed between Issac's shoulder blades, worse than the sweat and dust caught between his near-skin-tight-body armor. It was the feeling you'd get when someone held a knife to your back... As for who held that knife Issac had little idea.

He turned his back to the double doors and re-aimed his weapon on the creature. " So, what are we gonna do?" He said to Oren, half glancing to where Toby and Spire was, to convey he wasn't talking about the creature. Lovette would deal with that... after we move it that is.

Issac wondered how the other groups had been doing... hopefully better than them.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra
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"Without wanting to sound uncooperative, I'm here to do research, not bail everyone else out. We can tell them we need to take the body for soe further tests and have cleared it with the coroner...the trouble is the attention we've already attracted." she cast a glance sideways regarding the brothers rather pointedly.
"Though some of that attention could have been from a couple of junkies trying to break it to steal opiates from the hospital and threatening us with a gun, depending on how much we want to tell people about this."

She held her gaze on them for another moment or so just to make her threat clear, before looking back toward the creature that was cowering in the corner. Well, it appeared to be scared of them, so that was something. Now hopefully it was intelligent enough to make threats credible.

The vampress stepped over to the table a little distance away and took hold of the bodybag she suspected the kind came in in the first place, waht with the remnants of congealed greenish stuff stuck to the inside. She then walked up and cast it through the barrier, causing the creature to flinch as it landed in front of it.

"You." Oren called, pointing towards the thing.
"Get in. If you don't want to get shot again."

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Kora was a little taken aback by being asked to do some actual questioning. She had been standing over to one side and had very much assumed that that was all she really needed to do. Jst provide a wolfy presence so the locals didn't try to kick the old man's teeth in.

She had not really thought she was going to have to chat with them.

Still, if needs must. The norwegian woman unfolded her arms and strode over to the men, who took a short moment to look her over before realizing who this was. There weren't that many six-and-a-half foot tall ginger-haired norwegian werewolves about, and the mjolnir pendant was enough to seal her identity.

"Do your parents know you work with leeches?" the man who appeared to be the leader there questioned, seeming mildly amused to see them together.

"Well I haven't talked to my mother in about twenty years and my father's dead....but my aunt basically wants to puke every time I mention it." she replied with a wry grin.
"So. You guys aren't the ones doing this crap are you? You got more class than that, right?"

The three were talking for about ten minutes, some of the laughing from the three indicating that at a least some of it was joking round. After that had passed the woman broke away from the group and walked back over to Alexander.

"Alright, they're cool. They said they'll stay up at the farm if I pay for pizza and beer for them...think Leo'll let me put that on expenses? Anyway, they don't know what's going on and say they've had the White Rose hassling them too. Making them a bit twitchy, but they're alright. One suggested a contact for us, said if anyone is going to see stuff, this cryptid will. Might make Fel happy too. Apparently some Fallen lives up at the Minster."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra
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Rafael would stiffen viably and stare off in to space. "There is something dark here, something vary, vary dark. I would suggest we rap this up." Blinking back in to reality, he leaned up against the wall. Slightly pulling back on the slide of the Luger, he motioned towards the creature. "So is it dead, or is it just out of it?" Even seeing it halfway bisected, with three fresh bullet wounds, Rafael had a hunch it was playing dead. He could be wrong. others a thousand years of life had thought him to take his hunches with a spoonful of salt.

Hearing of Dr. Lovetts name, he shuddered. "If hes...being called in on this, then it would make since if they want it ali-" He cut himself short, felling a vary peculiar prescience. "Again, something is here, a vary vary dark something." he hadn't felt this type of power in years. It was defiantly something occult. Anything else wouldn't have caused alarm for him...but this was different.

He felt him self being pulled back in to another flash back and blinked it away before it could fully form in his mind. With the amount of dread that it held, he knew full well what it was and didn't need to have a PTSD fueled break down right now.

-OOC: my bad, I misread the last couple posts. Didn't see that Fel wasn't in the morgue. Edited it as such.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Spire Schippers
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Christina watched both Montana, leave with no small amount of shock. She blinked, dumbfounded, twice. "Is... Is that normal mission behavior?" she stammered, pointing at the doorway while staring at Isaac.
But at Oren's exclamation, the sorceress shoved everything aside. With quick gestures, she shrunk the force field, then walked up to the wall, which was now right beside the wounded subject. "Hello." she said softly. "It probably doesn't help, but we didn't know you were still alive when my coworker started cutting into you. She's not evil. And... I get that you don't trust us but..." she looked around, saw through the windows "There are some other people who want to get their hands on you and they're not going to care that now you're alive... So please, cooperate. We'll get you help for your injuries."
Then she stood, looking calmly through her barrier at the hunters and one coworker on the other side. "Okay. I hate to ask but our teammate kinda up and bailed. Care to help us out and be compensated? Or do you want to just be on your way without causing trouble?" the barrier trembled as she spoke the last, the words carrying a hidden threat. Then she backed up, heading over to one of the tables. "Lauren. I called for backup already, but we might need to literally call. We'll need an illusion, a disappearance, the concussive blast..." she named the charms she was pulling out. "And I really hoped I wouldn't have to use this..."
Without hesitation, Christina broke the mind reading charm against her skin and shuddered against the influx of mental "voices".

*OOC: From this point until an hour of roleplay time, Christina can read the surface thoughts of any character she comes across. However, she's hearing everything at once and will have trouble sorting through the babble.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Spire Schippers
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I'll go upstairs and scout the area, and make sure none have Fallen In our path, I don't expect Trouble, but better safe then sorry." Montana had said. Issac just stared at him for a moment before mopping up his expression. He had taken a step towards him as if to follow, but stopped in his tracks with the hint of a pained expression on his face.


" Only when things go very, very wrong." He answered Christina with a smile. A distant part of him made a note to tell Stride and Fel he had been correct. At least in part. With Montana gone the way he did it only meant one thing for Fel and Arc. His heart lurched at that thought. He shunned that line of thinking before it could pull on those heart strings to hard.

Issac huffed a bit and slid the back pack off of his shoulder and unzipped it. Focus on things we can change. Things were going from bad to worse and there didn't seem to be a very ...clean... way of getting out. He pulled the lower and upper receiver of the Ar 15. He made the weapon ready , went a head and pulled the chest rig and donned it, then held the rifle at low ready watching the creature which Christina was talking too.

"We'll need an illusion, a disappearance, the concussive blast..." He leered seeing which charms she produced...

"And I really hoped I wouldn't have to use this..."

Issac's stomach bottomed out as she broke the charm. He instantly sought the void, hoping she'd only catch surface thoughts much like Fel only caught surface feelings, or so he thought. He quickly only thought about the faint ringing in his ears.

'Nothing to distract her , don't see throu---' was the only active thought on his mind before the dull.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Issac turned. Bad guys outside, we need to either move quickly as a group or split off, Oren might have an idea if she's not to flustered to think. He looked at the monster that he shot , a twinge of sympathy skittered across his heart but it faded quickly as he steeled him self.

" Oren, Do we absolutely need her--- It, alive?" It'll be harder for us to get out...His heart slithered to the bottom of his boots and fell out in a pitiful puddle at the the rest of that line of thinking before he turned to the windows.


Are they armed? Do they know who we are, are they armed?
His eyes shifted to his team mates.
'Can they defend them selves'? His eyes lingered on Christina for a moment. 'Can I defend them all?' Flashes of his friends faces with the tell tale expression of death slipped through the Eeeeeee, but he banished it , focusing on his heart beat and the eeee instead.

'let it all go... just breath...think of now, not later...'

" Toby, Spire. You're stuck with us for now." The way he spoke was like if a hammer had sealed a coffin.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman
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The cryptid who had been huddled against the wall, trembling and staring wide-eyes at the team, seemed moderately pacified by Christina's promise that they were going to help fit it, and had, with some difficulty, pulled its broken body over to the bag. That was until hearing Isaac speak up and suddenly shot back clumsily, colliding with the forcefield on the door once again before hunching up with its knees drawn up to its open chest, eyes held shut and tears starting to stream down its cheeks.

"Nice going, hero. You're casually going to execute an currently crippled cryptid that we don't have any proof has even committed any kind of crime?" Oren remarked, regarding Isaac with utter contempt in her dark grey eyes.
"While we're at it do you want to wipe out some of the staff members? If that's how we're going to conduct business I'd quit right here on the spot."

Her gaze then turned to Christina. Generally speaking Oren had little to do with magic. Not because she had a problem with its use, she just disliked having much to do with things she had not satisfying scientific explanation for. As much as she'd attempted to write up a proper unified theory on magic use, she'd as of yet not been able to do so, and as such she preferred not to count on it.

With all that was going on here... well hopefully the sorceress knew what she was doing. Otherwise they were not in a good place at all. If the place was quarantined then they'd all be looked at by doctors. Even if Isaac did break all ethical codes and killed the cryptid and by some miracle nobody got arrested for that, then someone was still going to find out, in the course of quarantine, that Oren herself had a pulse about half the speed it should be, and a body temperature usually reserved for dead things.

Essentially, it would be bad.

Of course the supernatural world had its own methods for keeping the facade of normality more or less constant, but how they dealt with it was not pretty.

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"Yup, I'm ready to go, hope the rest have something to report." Kora replied as she went to hop back in the car.
"Damn, all this talk about pizza has made me want some. Really should not just hop off to a mission right after a transformation. I'm always freakin' starving for days after."

Unless wolfy was stuck outside, in which case she'd usually wake up the morning after cuddling up to one half of a dead stag or surrounded by blood and chicken feathers. She'd once coughed up half a pink collar and nametag. Being hungry afterwards was kind of preferable.

As they started back to town Kora started firing off texts to those assigned to investigate the town. Stride, Crystal, Fel, Arcturus, Liam and Jonah.
'Hey losers. Just made a deal with the local wolves. They're staying out of the city. Start questioning any other wolves you see about stuff. Also does anyone want pizza?
-K'

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Spire flicked an invisible speck of dust off his sleeve. "Botched raid?" he said at Issac's less than friendly greeting. "We finished them off and none of us died. I don't know what you were after, but we accomplished what we went there to do."

They remembered Issac. Toby and Spire liked to think that they would have managed without him, but they had honestly been a bit outnumbered. At least the man had been good in a fight. They had had no real reason to dislike him at the time. However...

"We weren't aware you kept such interesting company," Spire added with a look at Oren, then at Christina as she broke the charm. 

Toby flinched at the magic use, mumbled, "Some kind of mental curse," and resisted the urge to attempt to repress the enchantment--he might have had some success, but he wasn't keen to pitch himself against her.

Instead, he decided to answer her, aware that everything he had just thought was a bit incriminating, hoping to distract a bit. "I think--we have a common goal of...you know, g--getting out of here. We're just looking into things around here. What can we do?" Toby, like Issac, was wary of leaving the creature alive. She should be put out of her misery. Aberration against nature or not, leaving her in tremendous pain when, as Oren said, she may not have committed any crime  (other than existing of course), seemed a bit cruel. But Toby said nothing on the subject. He had kind of gotten used to cruel.

"We'll lend you a hand," Spire added. If Christina listened to what was in his head, she would find only that...he found this situation amusing, an interesting turn from the usual, and he hoped they'd manage to get some information about the murders.

His distaste for the SCION cryptids and his general hope for an opportunity to put the rest of them down was so automatic that it didn't merit any conscious thought. That would have to be dug for. 

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Rafael, noting the noise outside, set downt he bag on a table across the room. Unzipping it, he took out a disassembled SCAR-H in two peaces, a Set of web gear for his chest, a quike draw leg-holster, 6 20 7.62mm round magazines, and 4 9x19mm mags for his luger.

Setting the two parts of the SCAR together, he slid them in to place and locked them. Slipping the web gear on (Kevlar was not needed much in his case) he latched the leg holster on and set his Luger in it. Taking out a combat knife, he sheathed it in s sheath attached to his shoulder and finally stood and face the rest of the people on the team.

"What, you think i would come to York while its filled with half drunk tourists and cryptids with out packing firepower? I may be old, but I am not stupid" He walked over and leaned against the wall, SCAR-H slung over his arm, and took out a cigarette, lighting it.

To any passing eye, he would look like a Columbain drug soldier.

"How are we doing this, Oren? it seems we may be out gunned and out numbered, I think we might just haft to shoot our way out...and if we do, then we do it loud, 'cause I didn't bring a silencer."

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"We're not starting a shoot out in a fucking hospital Alihambra." Oren responded, turning her gaze of contempt this time on Rafael.
"We're trying to stay unknown, not become the most wanted people in England."

Oren took a few steps from the others into the centre. Her eyes flickered round from wall to wall, seeking out anything that might be of help until...

The vampress turned to an alcove across on the other side of the room. A metal hatch with a handle set into the wall. On it, a biohazard symbol.
'Biological Waste'.

Approaching this, she carefully pulled it open. Cold outdoor air drifted out from a chute that descended steeply before dropping out.

"I have an idea." she called.
"But none of you are going to like it."

Wasting no time the researcher went to grab a sheet, ripping a long strip off of the thing and jogging over to the creature. It shrunk away when she approached, but Oren disregarded this fact, pulling it forwards and beginning to wrap the makeshift dressing round the huge incision in its front.

"This might not be too comfortable but the priority is keeping your organs in the right place long enough to get out, clear?"

The cryptid offered a shaky nod, grimacing as Oren pulled the wrapping tight around its chest.
The fact that it was making no attempt to claw her face off, even when she was only a few inches away, was enough to confirm to Oren's satisfaction that they didn't need to trap it, at least not until they got back with some of the others. Ether down to temperament or the level of injuries, it didn't seem to be fighting back.

"Alright, drop the barrier and do what you need to do. It's me and the walking corpse that are going to be in the biggest trouble if people start doing health checks, so I'm out. Either follow or don't, I'm not your Commander, and I don't have to worry about any disease from what's down there. So, your call."

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The sudden babble of voices in her head summoned its corresponding headache almost immediately, and Christina’s temper abruptly worsened. “Issac.” She snapped. “Quit the fucking ice rink impersonation. And Rafael.” Her eyes bored into him. “We’re trying to sneak out, not be exceedingly obvious, okay?” she whipped back around to Issac, now glaring less intensely at the soldier, her voice already calming, as she regained control over herself, “ We have already been told not to kill it, if you somehow missed that bit.” She made no comment on the man’s defensive concerns, already knowing how paranoid he was about mind reading.

Oren seemed to have the mystery cryptid in hand, so the sorceress surveyed the room again while sorting through the thoughts of the hunters, which were disconcerting in their lack of worry. Still, by the time she’d addressed them, she was completely calm and professional once more. “Thank you for offering to help, both of you.” She nodded swiftly. “Honestly, mostly we just need to get out, and no, we will not be killing her.” She jerked a thumb at the creature Oren was bandaging up. “I don’t think we can hold our cover together, unless your brother can lower his body temperature, and we can raise Lauren’s-“ though why she was sticking to covers when everyone else had decided not to care she didn’t know- “and just do something about the unknown in general.”

The vampire researcher then made a suggestion, a good one, on how to escape. “I know a shield.” She said, before pausing for a moment to check it, and yes, in her head the correct spellwork had appeared. “To create a thin impenetrable layer right over the skin. So if we go through we won’t get sick.” She said softly. “If you won’t mind me casting on you, of course. Or Rafael.” She waved a hand towards him and dropped the force fields in the same moment, then set to work practicing the new magic. “Think you can figure this out on your own, Raf?” she asked distractedly.

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Issac held a stone face to the comments that were aimed at him, but something inside of him snapped a little. Oren didn't need him their and Christina didn't want him there,

He broke the rifle down, and placed all the gear back into his backpack, the dull sound in his mind wound down to a dull void hum. He wouldn't need his gear for what he was gonna do.

He walked over to Oren and the monster she was tending to , looked it it the eyes. "I won't ask your forgiveness for asking if I should kill you, but I will I apologize for shooting you. I won't be bothering you again." He turned, tossing the pack over his shoulder and walked towards the table the door. He had decided at that point on what to do.

'If it everyone out safely I wouldn't hesitate. '

He thought looking directly at Christina , with a leveled, cold stare, almost hateful even. He clearly wasn't thinking about the monster at this point.

Walking past Spire , Toby and Raf. " Also, if anyone is to blame for this, its him. I'll try not to shoot anyone else." He called with a surprising amount of attitude aimed at Oren before striding down the hall.

Distantly he was aware that he was now actually being an asshole, and that part of him scolded him for breaking the professional responsibility he was given, even more so with what he was going to do. He was going to leave the group he was suppose to protect and head back to the safe house. He took out his SCION phone and shot Stride a text.

' If I'm not home soon, Catch me at 22:00, what ever the channel for the news is. I '

He hit the send button, but stared at he phone for a moment, He sent another text to Stride, "Stay safe."

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 "What is wrong with you?" Toby couldn't help but cry out at Rafael's suggestion to gun down the quarentiners. They were all human out there. He was, grudgingly, glad that the vampire, Oren, reigned in that idea. Even she, ironically, seemed to have a bit of respect for human life.

"We'll use your shield, if it's on the table," said Spire to Christina. "For him, at least." He didn't like the idea of using sorcery like that, but he liked the idea of himself and Toby sliding down a Biohazard chute and falling on used needles smothered in STDs even less. Not that Spire was worried about catching sickness himself. His body temperature didn't exactly make a good climate for disease cultivation. Toby, however, had no such failsafe.

The younger Schippers, however, inhaled sharply and shook his head. The thought of being surrounded skin-close with sorcery made him ill. "No. I'll t--take my chances."

Before Spire could protest further, as Issac trudged out down the hallway, Toby felt a flicker of unease. "Where are you going?" he asked, baffled at what the man's plan could possibly be, following Issac a few steps down the hall. "You're going to get c--caught--The quarentine? Actually, that might be the least of your concerns. You've got a gun. We're in the UK, hello?"

Spire didn't bother to chase after Issac.

He honestly couldn't care less what the guy did. He only kept his eyes and attention turned that direction because he wouldn't leave without Toby.

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"I have no intention of gunning down innocent by-standards, these" Hed tap the BMS rounds in the clips of ammo, "Are for something else, something else is here, something dangerous." Hed reach once more in to the bag and took out a long trench coat. Slipping it over him self. The coat did well to hide the web gear and ammo, and if he held it at his side, the rifle as well.


"And as to whats wrong with me, many, many things. Most of which go beyond the realm of human understanding." He took another puff as the team mates walked out of the room. He turned to Oren next. "Its rather obvious you hold contempt towards me, Vampiro, and while we are here, i would like to know why, if just out of curiosity." He really was wondering why she always had such an attitude.


Felling it vibrate in his pocket, he took his phone out and looked at it. Im in country, I wanted to stop by some time, -K His eyes would widen and he started to text back, Why? after all this time, why do you choose now to come back to me? There was no reply...and he knew why.

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Oren would have been more angry had she not been astounded at Issac's nerve. Casually abandoning a mission on a whim. She made a near immediate resolution to have some words with the mission commanders when they returned...if they returned.

"Rafael as much as I'd love to have a heart to heart chat with you and Schofield and everyone who seems to think that my general demeanour is some kind of victimization of them in particular, but I would like to leave here before a bunch of medical technicians work out that I'm not human. I also have a funny habit of trying to complete missions I'm assigned. Seems to be a minority from what I've seen so far, but you know I'm just a traditionalist in that way. I complete missions, I don't tell random people in the street what my assignment is, I don't murder people who are unarmed and terrified of me, and I don't fuck off and leave in the middle of an assignment. Must be very unfamiliar."

She looked over toward Christina.

"I'll go down first. Not like I can catch anything. Will take the cryptid too. Might want to pull your shield thing up. Whether you let the hunters have it is your call. Apparently Rafael isn't fussed. If it turns out I drop right into an incinerator...well I'm sure you'll work it out if I do."

With that Oren hitched the cryptid up by its undamaged arm and jogged over to the chute, pulling herself in and the creature in after her.

"I'm going to drop. Once I'm down, you drop down on top, alright?" she muttered as she slid down the metal chute, moving backwards so she could help drag the silver-haired cryptid, who was struggling to move effectively with its front cut open, and arm, leg and back decimated by the shots.

They reached the lip. After a moment of pause, Oren shoved back and dropped. A few moments of weightlessness and then a sudden, jolting and and very sharp impact. Multiple needles and other sharps from the backs sunk through her coat and clothing. Oren cursed, pulling herself onto her front. She was able to make out that she had landed in a small yard behind the building...just before the cryptid tumbled down on top of her.

"Ow!SHit!" the vampress exclaimed as the impact pushed more needles and shards into her unprotected front.

"S..sorry!" croaked the voice of the creature, who was struggling to pull its body off of her.

"I'll live with it." Dr Kovalenko muttered in reply.
"Strangely this doesn't seem like the worst part of my day."

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Christina had no words left to describe Issac deciding to leave the mission, and settled for an incredulous stare and an angry huff before raising an eyebrow curiously at his mental comment, clearly directed at her. /If everyone was out safely you wouldn’t hesitate to do what?/ she thought snidely. /There’s a lower chance of us leaving safely because you’ve decided to ditch/

Then she turned back to the hunters, smile fixed in place. “Alright then. Just let me focus…” The sorceress let her eyes go unfocused as she called up the magic and shaped it in the right way, then dropped the shield over herself, grimacing as a phantom sensation seemed to restrict her limbs though actually, she could move just fine. She cast another glance at Rafael, who appeared to be texting and hadn’t answered her, then told the gentler-looking hunter, “This is going to feel strange.” She had decided to ignore his comment about taking chances, it was a ridiculous lack of logic when magic was the only supernatural advantage sorcerers had against the world.

She stepped up to him, clapping her hands once and muttering a few words in some language – less because it actually helped the spell and more to give him a warning before the shield wrapped around him. She then bopped him on the head, and watched the magic snap into place. The lycan brother had said no shield for himself and she wasn’t about to argue, while Rafael could figure out something on his own, she was sure.

She didn’t really respond to anything being said, or thought for that matter, at this point focused on getting out without things looking any worse for them as a team. With that in mind, she walked over to the chute and after checking the shield – it held well so far, got ready to jump. “You might want to hurry.” She told Toby, her voice somewhat dull. “I’m not sure how long this thing holds.”

And then she was gone, falling into the dumpster like Oren and the cryptid had, but without the pain as the shield worked flawlessly, which made her smile. She scrambled out as quickly as possible, then looked over at the vampire.

“So, invisibility spells?” she asked.

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"I never want to go into the field again."was the researcher's response to Christina's question, which may have been interpretted as a 'yes'.

Oren pulled bits of needle and glass out of her hands, knees, and torso and reached around for her phone, thankfully still usable despite the drop. And upon doing so she proceeded to send a less than civil voice message to all the active operatives whilst she got to work on the locked gate on the yard that led round the back of the hospital.

Lockpicking, an essential skill for a biologist, of course.

"Just leaving this in case I get murdered or arrested by the fucking feds so everyone knows what's up. The cryptid isn't dead, Rafael alerted two random hunters to our activities, and Schofield and Montana both appear to have completely bailed on the mission. The rest of us are trying to escape quarantine. My brief was to do an autopsy, accompanied by three operatives to make sure it went smoothly, and now there are dirty hypodermic needles stuck in my ribs, I'm covered in green goo, and a monster from the black lagoon just tried to rip my face off. If any of you think I'm ever EVER going on a field mission with ANY of you ever again you're going to have to pry a release form form my cold dead hands.

Now somebody prep the goddamn medical room we've got some cryptid whose guts are practically spilling out of them as is and we kinda need their testimony."

There was a metallic click as the gate swung open and the vampress hurried out to go and check the state of the location outside.

Everything seemed clear, a path round the back and a grassy slope leading down to a back road that was evidently used for pick-ups from the back. It appeared to run down to a fairly major road, that she could vaguely recognize. They could probably find their way back to the safehouse... walking with the cryptid was not going to be much fun though.

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Toby and Spire had, of course, not followed Issac, partially because they weren't sure they believed the CIA thing, partially because even if it was true, they couldn't just walk out of the quarantine without somebody noticing that Spire should be deathly with fever.

When Christina, having evidently ignored Toby's protestations in favor of Spire's suggestion, began casting her shield on Toby, the younger Schippers brother flailed like a hooked salmon. He sensed the magic, somewhere between a feeling and a taste in the air. "Waitstop--stop-it--" he started, but, boop, she locked the shield in place, and Toby might as well have been wrapped in sandpaper. He had so long associated sorcery with unnaturalness and inherant evil that the sensation stifled him.

So, almost involuntarily, Toby lashed out with his own power--his antipower--and with one violent undulation, the shield cracked, burst, dissolved into the air.

Toby was left standing in a defensive stance, panting, eyes a little wild, nothing even vaguely salmonlike about him now. More like a threatened wildcat.

Spire cleared his throat. "Well, no magic then," he said breezily, swinging one leg down the chute after Christina had descended. "Hepatitis it is."

Toby frowned. "Can you, um, c--clear a spot, or...?" he asked, sheepish about the outburst, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was going to come bursting through the door.

"Yeah, yeah," said Spire with a roll of his eyes, and he swung the other leg in and slid down the chute, blinded by the sudden daylight.

He made a concentrated effort to land on his feet, but only succeeded in landing on the side of his legs and both hands. Sharp things.

 "Shhhhhhhhhhit," he said through his teeth cringing and righting himself, plucking out the needle whose point had sunk deep into the tendons between his thumb and forefinger. He shook fluid off his foot--his heel had busted a formerly sealed bag of something thick, chunky, and bloody. Not to mention the green mystery cryptid slime.

Good thing werewolves had to get used to not getting attached to clothes.

Rather than clear a safe landing, which looked about impossible, Spire stood at the bottom of the drop and looked up. "Bombs away, Toby," he said.

Up top, Toby grimaced and launched himself over the lip of the chute. Spire caught his brother's tall frame in a cradle hold with minimal effort.

Toby met Spire's eye with a dry smile. "Oh. My hero."

"You've got to be the ugliest damsel in distress I've ever rescued," Spire returned cheerfully, setting Toby's feet on safe ground before climbing clear.

Toby was instantly on edge again, having heard something about invisibility spells.

Maybe they should have risked the quarantine with Issac.

But then again...if the group thinned any further... Probably advantageous to hang with the supernaturals.

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‘can see why theres so many people hanging around, then. :/’

‘i heard derricks getting called in. at least if theres anyone who saw running around, they wont remember, right? haha’

‘gonna drive by right now. put some plastic wrap in the back for the cryptid if u need it. just hold tight, okay? ^.^’

Frowning at his screen, Madison allowed his phone to fall into his lap before taking ahold of the steering wheel, continuing down the street as if, like the few civilian cars nearby, he had dawdled in an attempt to catch sight of what was happening behind the quarantine. He drove for a while, making as if he was simply on his way to work before taking a turn once he was fully out of sight.

He wove behind as many buildings as possible in an effort to prevent any unwanted attention, occasionally glancing about to ascertain that there were no eyes upon him, and eventually managed to reach the back end of the hospital. Upon actually getting there, however, he slowed; something was off.

For one, Issac was missing.

For another, Rafael was hanging about, although Madison did not think too heavily on that; he could have easily been reassigned to hospital duty, after all.

Finally, and more alarmingly, the group had new company. While one was a crouched, bandaged figure that he assumed to be the cryptid, the other two...well, Madison wasn’t too sure about the other two.

Nevertheless, the vampire went on, stalling in front of the party before rolling down the window and poking his head out. “Hi!” He chirped. “I’m guessing that it’s not really the time to ask questions right now, but are those two coming with us, or…” Madison gave an idle wave towards the aforementioned brothers, resting the arm upon the windowsill before continuing.

“Also, do I need to wait for our friend to show up because he went off to do something real quick, or does he have it handled?” He didn’t use names; after all, in the presence of strangers, and in such a public place, that only spelled a recipe for disaster.