Manhattan - Huis Clos
Tuesday, July 19, 2011, 11:57:24 P.M.
Asher “Perish” Faust & Fenris
As Father Peter started talking, Asher turned around briefly to acknowledge him before going back to work. He made sure his sword was sheathed tightly, and then adjusted the strap to his back. After making sure he could remove the sword without interference, his pistol maintenance was next. He loaded it, checked the sights, then cleaned it and made sure it fired properly; not in that order, though. He shoved the gun inside his custom holster, which was designed for a snug fit. This allowed for his weapon to stay secure during any movement he might make, but could be removed with just a pull, without undoing a strap.
Once he was finished, he made sure Fenris was ready as well. Asher had often thought about making her wear armor, but she always refused. She would claw and gnaw on the straps, until he finally gave in and took it off. He figured this was because the metal interfered with the way she was used to doing battle; probably slowed her down and such. Smiling at her, he scratched behind her right ear (her favorite spot) before moving on.
It was at this time, a woman entered. He was watched her from the mirrors in the bar, acting as if he was still busy getting ready. Asher recognized the intruder as Isra, his inside contact. As far as he could tell, she was just an innocent girl looking for a safe way out for her brother and herself. But, looks could be deceiving, though she has helped him this far, so maybe he was being too cautious?
She ignored everyone else, as she made her way towards him, “Mr. Faust?” The girl asked, tugging on his shirt sleeve. Only then, did Asher acknowledge her. He turned and his eyes meet hers and widened, to say “Yes?” Her words were whispers, just loud enough for him hear. “I'm the secretary you spoke to. Please...if you want to fix this, you really must hurry. They're running late--it was supposed to finish by now, but they've already begun and I've no idea how much longer it will take.” Asher nodded and started to move away when she added another note. “And please...even though he might be angry, you mustn't hurt him, the one we spoke of!” He looked back at her, with strong, soul piercing eyes only to be met with two green eyes, full of apprehension and guilt. Exhaling heavily, he nodded once more and continued; it was the least he could do...
“Ok, everyone follow me, it’s time to leave.”
Manhattan - The Ghost Tower
Tuesday, July 19, 2011, 12:01:00 P.M.
Asher “Perish” Faust & Fenris and Isra
Asher looked back as they marched in a disorganized mass, now one short of a soldier. Someone had taken him up on his offer to leave: a young, gun slinging, devil hunter of a woman named Raven Moreau also known as Black Rose. It seemed this was too much for her or maybe she had unfinished business, either way she had disappeared without saying a thing to anyone. He wasn't sure if anyone else had noticed or even cared, but he did. She was useful; they could have used her talents, not to mention they now packed less of a punch. But, that was that, he wouldn't dwell on it any further.
However, he did hope she wasn't stuck in one of the restroom stalls... The building was surely on fire by now. That was the final and last order he had given the bar owner as he paid him and the staff. It was a bad way to go: trapped in a filthy bar restroom; the smell of burning shit must be horrid...
It didn't take them long to reach their destination, a large building just around the corner from the bar. He had no idea this was the place, he had passed this building by a million times and never paid any attention to it. Fucking appearances... Asher thought as he shook his head.
“Here,” Isra murmured, pressing a note into Asher's hand. “I'm sorry, but I can't help you once we're inside.” He looked down at the note, studied it a bit before looking back to her. But, she was gone. In the time it took him to unfold the piece of paper, the woman had vanished, slipping through the doors of the tower. After reading the note, he shoved it deep within his jean pockets and pressed forward.
“Father Peter, Andras, Rachel, and Alice; you will be with me. Mr. Ballester, you will be leading team two which consists of: Mrs. Gage, Serggeo, Alex, and Adelaide.” Asher waited for everyone to group up and recognizes the people they will be getting familiar with while in the building. “Needless to say, we will be splitting up; our objective is at the top of the building. We are here to stop an ancient ritual from taking place, we already late, so move with haste. Kill anything that stands in your way. Good luck to you all.” Short, simple, and to the point, he couldn't be more clear with their instructions and what they were here for. But, Asher would still wait to see if there were any questions and allow people to get their mind set for what was to come. Then, they would head into the belly of the beast.