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Cyrus Fox

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a character in “S.C.I.O.N”, as played by VitaminHeart

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Full Name: Cyrus Ezekiel Fox

Nicknames/Aliases: Cy, Eeyore

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Species:


Team/Rank: Blue Moon Trainee


Description: Cyrus is notable for his floppy hair, leather jacket, and almost permanent slouch. He is rather on the tall side, and actually fairly athletic, though his form is generally concealed under layer of jacket and shirts bearing doom metal album covers. He's scruffy and awkward, but when he is using his magic, his posture and way of carrying himself seems to immediately change into something quick, confident and decisive.

An experiment gone wrong a year or so ago ended up scorching off Cy's fingerprints. He's not totally unhappy about the loss.

Personality: Cyrus is known for being, at best, kinda serious. The young man is surly, and humorless, tending to alienate most people he encounters.

Neither him nor his sister have the greatest respect for convention, and the young sorcerer is a law unto himself in many ways. Fortunately, they have the sense not to push their boundaries too far, bur he tends to be off working on his own little projects, tinkering with grimoires or mixing up something unstable in the HQ basement.

Despite this he can often be heard. Mostly arguing with his sister. DInah tends to make a sport out of trying to wind her brother up, and they seem to communicate mostly in insults.


Whilst they bicker almost constantly, Cyrus is extremely protective of his younger sister, and has both the attitude, and the necessary skills to threaten swift and terrible retribution to anyone who might hurt her, something she seems to regard as more an annoyance than any kind of protection from the world. The two are, despite this, very close and tend to know exactly what one another is thinking.

Cyrus, while appearing rather antisocial, does care about those around him and wants to protect his group, he just hates having to admit to any form of affection.


Skills:

-Magical Knowledge - Despite his young age, Cyrus seems to be in possession of an alarming amount of practical knowledge in black magic, both in casting it, and how to ward against its uses. He's very cagey about this however, and will only tend to openly cast when needs must.

Weaknesses:

-Stubborn Independence - While he may be a trainee, Cyrus does not like to receive help. This tends to mean that he ends up digging himself into deeper trouble while attempting to get himself out of it.

-Family Ties - Having lost much of his family, Cyrus is very preoccupied with concerns about something happening to his younger sister, and this persists even though their antagonism. Threats to her are one of the easy ways to get to him.


Brief History: The Fox family were a long line of magic users who lived in rural Wyoming, descended from the Algonquin peoples that had inhabited the area long before the first Europeans. Though their family line had been diluted somewhat over the years, the Fox family retained some powerful magical ability.

They also had a close involvement with SCION, and have many of its members join up to serve in the organization.

This made them a fair number of enemies.

Cyrus and his younger sister, Dinah, were adopted as wards of SCION when he was seven and she was five. Being non-human it was rather difficult to find some proper family to take care of them, and as a result they were primarily raised by Saffiya, one of the SCION officers.








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So begins...

Cyrus Fox's Story

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Victor Roman Valentine Character Portrait: Satoru Masahiro
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The wolf was eyeing Stride, seeming to see her current situation more as an advantage to make the most of, and was ripping its clandestine goods open a little way out of the gorgon's reach.

That was, until something caught the thing's attention. The thing's wolfish head lifted, ears shooting up to attention and nose twitching. Instinct was a large part of the werewolf. Some things overrode any kind of will impose upon the animal side. Territory, pack, food, prey. Prey.

Within a moment it turned and shot off along the hallway, toward the stairs.

"Well thanks for leaving me still completely unsure of why we pay wages to any of you." Oren remarked, rolling her eyes as she moved to follow.
"No the researcher will just go deal with the escaped werewolf. You all sit on your backsides and eat breakfast."


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It had been a fine morning for Dinah Fox.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing in the trees, and she was dragging a dead stag up the back steps by its hind legs.

She'd managed to catch the quarry after a prolonged chase through the trees and undergrowth, before tackling it to the floor with her own hands.

Dinah was good with a bow, but had always felt it was a bit unsporting for large, ground-dwelling creatures, and with something the size of a deer she'd been worried about only wounding one and subjecting it to pointless suffering. Instead, by Di's reasoning, it was a lot better to instead tackle a fully grown stag to the floor and snap its neck with your arms.

Not shockingly, the girl was looking a little scuffed and bruised, with the green smears of grass on her knees and shorts, the sleeve of the faded khaki green tee she was wearing ripped open all across one side, and dirt coating her hands and feet.

"What the hell is that?"

A familiar voice caused the young woman's gaze to snap up from her progress. She looked toward the source to where a weathered-looking wall marked the edge of the gardens, on which sat a slightly scruffy young man, and three or four archaic looking books sat next to him.

Cyrus. Anyone else she did have some sort of responsibility to be nice. Her brother however, was free game. Especially when he started the baiting.
"The mail. Someone sent us a thank-you deer. What do you think it is, dumbass? I went hunting."

Cyrus slid a marker into whatever he was reading and pulled the tome closed, though he made no move to aid his younger sister's attempts to haul the animal up the steps.
"What are you even going to do with it?"

"There's some chest freezers out back somewhere." Dinah responded as she managed to drag her cargo to the top, with some effort.
"Gonna skin it and take the antlers for knife hilts, then can butcher it. Keep some of the offal to make some werewolf lures. It's gonna be awesome. I can't wait to show everyone the size of it."

"Something tells me you might be the one who is most excited about it. No-one is into decimating the local wildlife quite so much as you." her brother replied, prompting Dinah to fling a handful of mud in his direction. He ducked with the deft ease of someone who'd done this a lot.

"Shut up Cyrus. What have you done with your morning? Sacrificed a goat to Asmodeus and surfed the internet for -"

Dinah was cut off mid insult as the sudden thundering noise of paws and the ragged snarling breaths of a charging werewolf became incredibly obvious. The girl had just about time enough to brace herself before the hurtling blur of red fur tore into her and the stag, sending both tumbling down the steps.

With a fall and a roll she found herself back at the bottom again, cursing under her breath. A couple of feet in front of her the rusty-hued beast was hunched over the stag, its snout buried deep into its stomach sending rivulets of red out across the gravel.
She sighed.

"Cyrus. One word and I'm hiding roadkill in your sock drawer."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Victor Roman Valentine Character Portrait: Satoru Masahiro
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Aconite


Aconite's thoughts had been purely innocent when he had been stripping. Honest! He had just wanted to return the dress to Madison and then put his own clothes back on, but his mind didn't stay innocent for very much longer. Damion prowled over to him and within moments, the incubus had his long and elegant fingers caressing his arms and resting on his hips. He could feel the man's body heat and the puffs of his breath against his neck. It all sent goosebumps cascading down his body and his eyes widened in surprise. There would be no hiding the blush on his pale skin. It was like a bright red flowering signaling a bee in the distance and his mind went blank for a moment.

Now, Aconite didn't love Damion. Not in a romantic way anyway. He didn't mind the man and he did want to be closer. He wasn't shy by any means. He knew that nature was nature and shouldn't be suppressed but he also wasn't a very intimate being. He had other things to worry about and no one had really ever made a pass at him. All of this was a bit flustering and he just wasn't sure how he wanted to react to the overload of information and...touch. Damion had certainly never been quite this forward with him either. He was usually forward with others like Madison. Maybe this was because of the dress.. or the stripping now that he thought about it. He should have known better though he couldn't say he didn't like the attention. He just couldn't imagine himself in that position. Maybe that was the most starting for Aconite. Maybe deep down he did want a little fun but he didn't want to recognize it.

"D-Dami!" he gasped exasperated and started waving his arms as he took a moment to express his flustered state before he quite literally went 'poof'. The dryad began to shrink until he was just a little bigger than Dami's hand. His wings fluttered behind him, doing their best to imitate a hummingbird. The dryad often reverted back to his more comfortable natural form when he was feeling out of place or overwhelmed. Aconite gave an exasperated sigh and slowed his wing beats as he tried to stabilize his own heart rate. Damion was probably just teasing him anyway. ""T-thanks for t-the offer. I think you'll have to.. to um... find... someone else though. I am not ready for something like that," he explained, hoping he wouldn't offend him for declining. He didn't think he would, but still. "M-maybe we should... go see what is going on in the hall. I think I heard Kora earlier. They might need some help," he suggested to get the topic off of nightly invitations.


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Satoru sighed at all the commotion and set down the eggs that he had been about to crack. It seemed that no one was really interested in breakfast this morning. His team leader was still eating that left over goop, Phoebe and Kora were fighting over a nasty hot pocket, Victor went to the fridge and no one else seemed to have heard him. He didn't really want to waste food if no one was going to actually eat it. He wasn't all that hungry now that he thought about it. Maybe he'd make something later when the issue with Kora in wolf form had been resolved. And of course the very 'nice' doctor had to go grumbling that none of them were doing their jobs since they were letting Kora run about. Honestly, this was her mess, not theirs. If she didn't have the sense to deal with Kora properly, she wouldn't smash through everything and cause a ruckus. No, instead, she had to go and blame them for not immediately stabilizing the werewolf.

The werecat put away all the food as Kora zoomed away towards something else. Satoru put everything else away and was actually going to walk away when he scented something in the air. He sniffed again and turned his head in the direction where Kora had raced off towards. He smelled blood and if he wasn't mistaken, that was deer blood. He followed behind Kreios. And there was their new member staring at the kill she had brought home only to have Kora rip into it. Now that was a pity. They could use deer meat to make some really good food like stew. He loved deer meat. Of course Kora had to be selfish and try and eat it all. At least Kreios seemed to be handling that situation pretty well. "Hey Dinah. Good catch you've got here," he complimented. [color=#80A50]"Need help bringing what's left cleaned out and prepared? Was there something particular you wanted to make out of this morsel?"[/color]

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Victor Roman Valentine Character Portrait: Satoru Masahiro
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Evidently, it seemed that the warning hadn’t been left with enough time for it to register within Stride’s mind. While whatever insult that she had been about to let fly had been silenced, it had taken her a moment or two of pause before the gorgon cursed sharply, attempting to swing her arms away from whatever surface she had been grappling towards before. She had just managed to extend her hands out before her (as well as let out a rapid-fire of “shits) before Victor had removed the curse, although the grunt that she gave upon impact made it clear that it hadn’t done all that much to break the fall.

“Fuckin’ hell, Victor.” Grumbling her words under her breath, Stride pushed herself from the ground through use of her elbows, all the while listing the most creative terms she could come up within such a short time. She contemplated implying that he performed obscene acts upon his mother. She debated bestowing him the title of a child born out of wedlock, or that he was a sack filled with some of the more intimate regions of a woman’s body. Eventually, however, she went with the classic “ya asshole”, attempting to bring herself into a standing position as she went on.

“Tried doin’ the whole,” an aimless gesture with a gloved hand, “ya know, ‘go after ‘em only when they’re in trainin’ thing’ ya suggested there a few times, and ya know what happened? The pussy knew I’d end up beatin’ the shit outta ‘em, so he just went n’ stayed outta the hall when I tried to catch ‘em. Had to go n’ get ‘em when he wasn’t lookin’.” As if to emphasize her point, once she had fully risen, Stride gave her palms a hearty smack.

While a part of her wanted to continue to regale her fighting tales, there was still another one that wanted to add the Kora incident onto that pile, so it was with a checking of her belt (yep, gear still there, nice and tight) that she moved to leave the room. However, as the rubbery heel of her boot whined against the tile, she caught sight of a certain all-vampiric sniper.

“Speak of the devil.” Grinning, Stride proceeded to jerk a thumb towards Makorai, turned towards Victor yet again. “And see? Even the guy makin’ a livin’ in the closet thinks that was pretty much one of the gayest things that could’a come outta your mouth, there.” She took a moment to crack her neck, relishing in the pop that followed, before eyeing the mage almost skeptically. “Ya still sure you’re not hidin’ somethin’ from us, Vic? I mean, if ya ever...ya know, wanna tell us somethin’, we won’t go ‘round judgin’.” Bit by bit, her inflection took on a more “sincere” tone, to the point where one might think she was serious if they did not know her properly.

More of these comments had been about to spill forth- what dam had been put in place leaking its vitals into the open- before Makorai’s comments towards one Dr. K had reminded her of her main objective. Grinning yet again like the fiend she was, Stride gave the tranq at her gun a soft pat before swivelling to face the exitway.

“Lucky for you, Mako, I don’t got anythin’ against shootin’ chicks. Equality n’ all that shit.” Just before she left the room, she made sure to add, “And if I get this taken care of and you don’t, ya owe me a drink.” An unstated rule that she had made up right here, right now. The entire government branch of this new law- and a law that she left dangling in the air as Stride jogged through the halls, following the sounds of a scuffle more than anything.

Just as she turned the corner to the back-entrance of the SCION base, she managed to catch sight of Kreios attempting to choke WereKora out...and, as expected, getting flipped back in retaliation. Further, silent scanning of the tiling revealed a horribly marred stag, Dinah, her brother (who seemed to be fresh from his latest trip to Hot Topic), and Satoru. It was fairly simple to guess what had taken place- although instead of doing the more mature thing and immediately moving to tranquilize a werewolf who appeared to have gone feral…

Stride did the fun thing, first.

She laughed.

“Did you really just try n’ go all MMA on a fuckin’ werewolf? The fuck, dude?” In the midst of her chortling, it seemed that she had conveniently forgotten her attempt at doing the same thing- even if it was when Kora hadn’t had her maw buried in a carcass. She wiped at tears that weren’t there, snickered a bit more, and, finally, when she had her fill of the sight, lifted the tranq and aimed it at the soft belly of one of her furrier friends.

“Heads up.” Hopefully, the dart would meet its target. It was from a good, well-made, filled with enough chemicals to put a racing horse to sleep. Or potentially a few, depending on who you asked. Stride didn’t exactly had her mind set on the most accurate comparisons at the moment, really- only putting a stop to the whole “runaway wolf” crisis.

After firing off the dart, it was in an almost conversational manner that she suddenly addressed Dinah, although her eyes never left Kora with the action.

“How long did it take ya to kill that thing?” A slight nod towards the stag’s corpse. A nod, and that was all that seemed necessary for the moment.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: James Grimori Character Portrait: Dr Art Hunter Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Victor Roman Valentine Character Portrait: Francis Baudin Character Portrait: Gericka Bauman Character Portrait: William Carpenter Character Portrait: Satoru Masahiro
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Kreios got up from the couch at the sound of the Intercom buzzing in.

"Good morning SCION. Would all field and research teams please report to Meeting Room B for a briefing in five minutes. Five minutes in Meeting Room B. Thank you!"

Well, it was something, at least. He hoped it would bring him out into the field again, he missed being able to let a little loose, really push his limits. He had been getting bored of the recent "Milk-runs" he'd been sent on. Combat was his specialty, and quite frankly, he held a lust for it. Some might have called it a bloodlust, but it wasn't the gore that drew Kreios in. It was, something far more primal.

As he approached the meeting room, he adjusted his shirt-sleeve, in a vein attempt to stretch it so it would comfortably hold his arm. He was beginning to find this a problem, and would need to have a meeting for a "New clothes" bonus. Not that it was news to the higher ups, they had this meeting once a year.

He walked in the room, sliding a few chairs over to avoid physical contact with his co-workers. Not that there aren't a few he wouldn't mind brushing up against, but this was a professional setting, no time for such thoughts. He sat down, and waited for his team-mates to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Dinah Fox
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“Look, if you’re gonna bang, ya mind not doin’ it out here where everyone can see it? It’s gay as fuck.” This exceedingly “eloquent” remark was provided by a certain silvette as she looked on at the spectacle before her, arms folded lazily over her chest as she watched from her spot against the wall. The use of the term to describe what was, in reality, the farthest thing one could be from “gay” was not an unusual one by Stride- in fact, by this point, it was quite commonplace. It was debatable whether she even knew the true definition of the word, or, if she did, she kept the knowledge in the back of her head. Tucked safely away, in a place that wouldn’t be bothering her anytime soon.

It didn’t seem to matter, at any rate- Stride used it either way.

The gorgon was mulling over further commentary to the scene between the two agents when, suddenly, a Ms. Botrelle had taken it upon herself to send the current subject of her flirtations toppling to the ground. Stride was struck silent for a moment, merely staring at the the aftermath with almost as much surprise as the victim himself.

Of course, she recovered quickly enough, and was soon slumped against the wall as gave a string of hearty guffaws. No words were necessary to show her appreciation of the action- although, after a few moments of laughter, she pulled herself together to give a breathless “That was priceless.”

It was only after a few more moments that Stride straightened up, and turned towards Issac to offer her help in the transportation of an unconscious werewolf- even in human form, the woman was undeniably massive. However, by the time she had composed herself, it seemed that the man had already left, Kora in tow.

Damn. For all that could be said about the man, she mused, he could at least work fast. She supposed there was no point in following, given how swift his departure had been, and, besides- Kora still owed her money. That in mind, Stride glanced up at the speakers, listening carefully as the announcement sounded out before rolling her shoulders and bringing her eyes to the door. Stride had no real knowledge of what, exactly, the meeting would be about, but a part of her wondered if it was another warning about painting over the bathroom mirrors with various condiments.

That had been a very interesting, very specific, and very eventful meeting, to say the least.

Not wanting to leave in an entirely unceremonious way, Stride glanced over her shoulder, added, “Well, see ya guys there, if you’re done actin’ like ya haven’t fucked in weeks,” and sauntered out into the hall. She didn’t take long to reach the meeting room- having decided to use a few shortcuts she had picked up on through her years at the base- and took even less time to pick a chair and slide into it. Seeing that the room was still fairly empty, Stride used the opportunity to make herself comfortable- stretching out her legs under the table, arms slack on the polished surface.

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Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Dinah Fox
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Aconite’s thanks was dismissed with the wave of a hand, as if physically ushered away. “It’s the least I could do,” Madison chirped. “Besides, I pride myself on being a good host.” The vampire did not lie- he was a man that greatly enjoyed his company, and a man that greatly enjoyed conversation. Manners were as important to him as an instrument to a musician, and this was something he knew well enough.

It was only when he saw Aconite exit that Madison beamed brightly and turned to leave, heels clicking nicely against the tiled floor. “Well, considering that I haven’t heard much, either, I’m assuming that it’s the latter.” The bright, cheerful tone never faded as he strolled through the hall, following the various scratches and claw marks that had been left from Kora’s charge. “I do have to agree with you on them being a tad...rowdy at times.”

A true understatement of the year.

At Aconite’s question, the researcher gave a slight roll of the shoulders, then gestured at the markings scattered before them. “I’m not completely sure at the moment, but from the trail Ms. Norrevinter left for us, I’m assuming that she was heading towards the back.” Madison lapsed into silence, then, eyes back on the damage, although it was during this quiet that the announcement sounded out above them. Blinking in surprise, he glanced up at the speaker, glanced back to the hallway, then turned his focus back to Aconite with a slight laugh.

“Well, then.” Madison said, clasping his hands together. “It seems like we won’t have much time to go check up on the others, then.” He wasn’t particularly concerned by the sudden calm, at any rate- transformed cryptids running about was a common enough occurrence that it didn’t warrant too much alarm anymore. Turning on his heel, Madison made his way to the meeting room, purposefully walking in stride with his company.

Upon his arrival, he was quick to see several familiar faces among those who had already arrived. Giving a cheery wave towards his fellow researchers- and a few others- Madison made his way to a chair beside one Mr. Moore and settled himself down with a smile and a muted “hello”. Noting the current argument between Oren and one of the officers, Madison turned a curious look over to his tablemates- and finding with a certain amusement that he was not alone in the gesture.

He supposed he hadn’t missed much, then.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Dinah Fox
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Aconite nodded to Madison as the two of them walked in the hallways. There robust werewolf certainly liked to mark things up. The dryad walked over to one of the walls and let his fingers trace the long gashes left there. The werewolves had such destructive raw power. These claws could practically rip up anything. It was why he had a huge amount of respect for the werewolves and had a healthy fear of them. He remembered all too well the pain that could come with one swipe. It was one of the reasons why he had decided to work for SCION. He wanted to protect Cryptids from other Cryptids and protect humans as well. They were fragile new spring blossoms compared to the power that Cryptids had. They had no real way of protecting themselves. It immediately pained Aconite. It certainly felt like he was one of the few that believed humans needed to know about what was going on. They had some humans here but it wasn't enough. SCION shouldn't hide this. It should... It should provide training and support for humans so they could learn how to better protect themselves from this world.

Aconite was pulled out of his revere when he heard the intercom. He lifted his head and blinked a moment. A meeting? They didn't often have large scale meetings like this. Had something happened? Did it have something to do with what happened to Kora this morning? He hoped that she and everyone else were okay. He would hate for someone to be very injured by something silly. He knew that a lot of the fights that the werewolf got herself into could have been easily avoided. Did it involve Stride and one of the vampires? She had noticed they didn't often mix very well. Aconite looked over at Madison and chuckled lightly. "Yeah. At least we will see everyone at the meeting.

Aconite started to walk with his friend when he felt his phone vibrating. It made him jump and he started to trail behind Madison. He could never get used to the blasted cell phones. By the time he managed to grab it, a couple of more messages made it through. They were all from Silas. An excited smile touched his lips then. He really liked Silas, his fellow researcher in Harvest Moon. The two of them often had rather excited conversations. Silas was also a prime examples as to why Aconite believed humans needed to be brought into SCION and learn about Cryptids. He was a brilliant man and he to had been hurt. People shouldn't have to be hurt and scared before they were brought here.

He quickly texted the man back "Okay! Sounds like a plan!" He looked up and realized that he was now alone in the hallway. "Meep!" he squeaked before he rushed into the meeting room and looked around the table. A lot of people were already seated. He wanted to sit beside Silas! He rushed over and plopped himself down in the seat left beside the man in question and waved at him. "Hi Silas!" he called. Then he leaned forward to wave at Christina as well. "Hi!" Aconite sat back in his seat then and glanced around everyone. So many people. He didn't see Kora though. He hoped she was okay. If everyone was here that meant that whatever this meeting was about was huge. He hoped something catastrophic hadn't happened. He turned his attention to the officers then.