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Damien Moore

"Please stop blaming me for your own desires."

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a character in “S.C.I.O.N”, as played by ianna_334

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Full Name:Damien Moores

Nicknames/Aliases:Dami, Danielle Wilson, various other fake names

Age:Looks to be a young man in his prime, but numerically his age is about two centuries

Gender: Male. A very, very gay male

Species: Incubus

Post/Rank: Intelligence Operative - Hunter's Moon


Description: Dami has pale blond hair that is nearly white, which falls to his shoulders in straight lines. He is tall and thin, more toned than muscled, and tans nicely, though in winter his skin becomes almost white. His eyes are a pale blue when he is alone (otherwise they shift to match the favorite eye color of those holding eye contact), with long lashes, and in general he is very delicate. It doesn’t take much more than hair extensions and a touch of makeup to turn his appearance into one of a woman. He has soft hands with no calluses and neatly trimmed nails. His default facial expressions are a pout or a dreaming smile, and he tends to look distracted even though he is highly attuned to others. He wears a violet coloured earring in his right ear.

Personality: Dami takes extreme joy in life, giving him a flighty and cheerful character. However underneath it all is the mind of someone who has lived for a long time and has studied human nature all those years. Somewhat irrepressible, Dami stopped feeling lonely about fifty years after the last of the Moores died. He has no shame and very loose morals. Dami likes sex and isn't ashamed of the fact, often even flaunting it blatantly when people try to impose modesty on him.
Strangely enough, Dami is a pessimist, believing in the darkness of human nature and preparing for the worst (and being delighted when the worst doesn't happen). He is a loyal and dedicated friend who would go to any lengths for his loved ones...if he had loved ones, but his very nature makes it hard for him to create genuine emotional bonds.
The incubus doesn't mourn his nature, and never has since he reconciled with his parents and brother. He does, however, scorn assumptions that being family equates to love. He is slow to anger, brushing almost everything off, but he is vengeful, and once his anger is ignited, he will do his best to destroy that individual. He is capable of killing and feels no remorse for doing this, but tries to avoid getting his hands dirty -he might get a callus, god forbid!


Skills:
-Allure
-Hormone control
-Minor to major shapeshifting
-”Blurring” his appearance
-Slight mind powers (mostly being able to pick out what the target finds attractive in a person and lessen inhibitions, more of an innate sense than conscious mind control). However, also the blurring of memories (gained through a wish made to James)
-High control of his own body
-Disguise
-Distraction
-A cold and efficient killer when necessary
-Energy drainage (through sex)
-Seduction and flattery
-Good knowledge of human nature


Weaknesses:
-Vanity
-He must “feed” off sexual energy relatively often, and begins to weaken and lose control over his powers when he is deprived.
-He is self-centered
-Tends to underestimate human kindness
-If something happens to make him lose joy in life, Damien will fall into a self-destructive spiral on fast forward. Once in this state, someone else must save him because he will not lift a finger to help himself.
-James is a large factor in his happiness.
-Joined SCION reluctantly, therefore doesn't have his heart in it



Brief History: Around the end of the Georgian era and the start of the Victorian era, his succubus mother left him at an orphanage. Within a few days, people were flocking to that orphanage and not sure why they suddenly felt such a need to adopt. One such family was a low ranking lord's, whose wife had miscarried. The lord wished to adopt a baby to make her feel better, and soon Damien had a home (thankfully the wife was happy with the idea of adopting a poor child).
Years later, Dami entered puberty and his father and elder brother began to act strange around him. It was a slow process, taking years, but in those years his unaffected mother noticed and secluded herself away with Dami for company. She had a passing interest in the supernatural and after some time realized what is going on. She then sent Dami away for his own safety, allowing her husband and other son to regain control. They communicated through letters and eventually decided to claim Damien ran away when he found out he was adopted, and so would not inherit equally to his other siblings. Dami, meanwhile, stayed hidden in their country home struggling to figure out his powers, but soon learned by accident that his family was being mocked. Outraged, he went to fight for their honor but by this point was starving and instead fell into bed with one of the heirs. The scandal this caused made him switch revenge plans, and soon many families were discredited thanks to Dami. Slowly, the estrangement between him and those he had grown up with was healed, and he aided them and their descendants in political power plays. Many years later, eventually the noble Moores line died out, at which point he lost all pretences and submerged himself fully in his nature.
The next notable event was when the incubus came into the possession of a genie’s lamp. The genie inside, named James, gave Damien the standard three wishes, but with unusual care, Dami took so long to decide on his wishes that the two had time to get to know each other and become close. Dami has long ago decided on his third wish, which will be to free James from his captivity, but he is unwilling to free the genie while he still lives. He never expected to fall for someone else, nor to find someone who understands that Dami’s nature won't allow him to be faithful. So he tells James he’s still undecided and tries to court (instead of seduce) the other.
Recently, he joined SCION after a misunderstanding about him being a vampire caused an agent to be sent after him. After a few encounters, SCION sent Madison Lovette, who was able to identify Damien as an incubus. Not too long after, Dami inexplicably joined SCION and now works for the Hunter's Moon



Other:
-When in the self-destructive mood, Damien is never outright suicidal, but acts as if he is hell bent on driving himself into an early grave.
-Despite being gay, Dami can and will go after a woman if a mission calls for it
-Damien cannot walk in heels
-Other than sleeping around, Dami also lets people hire him to discredit others.

So begins...

Damien Moore's Story

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Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana
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Damien Moore was wearing the opposite of professional attire as he walked through SCION’s halls. He’d recently returned from a mission, and everyone who knew what he did could tell. Exhibit one: The clothes. Too short, too tight, too ruffled for someone who had woken up and headed to the office after a full night’s sleep. Exhibit two: the attitude. Dami glowed with confidence, meaning someone has given him an ego boost. And not only that, there was exhibit three: the allure. Currently, Dami breathed his power out on every exhale, and it hung around him in a cloud of distraction, drawing second and third looks from everyone he passed.

A young vampire tripped over his feet trying to get the blond’s attention, causing Dami to smirk and blow him a kiss before slipping into Madison’s room. He was utterly unruffled by the Kora chaos going on outside - at this level of power, he could have several of the male werewolves throwing themselves to his defense, so he was safe. No need to worry. “Hello Aconite~ Hi Madison~” he purred, then brought a hand up to his mouth delicately.

“Sorry~” he continued, now having dropped the bedroom voice - something that for him took more effort than using it. “Just got back. Came here first. Remember that skirt I ruined?” he addressed the vampire, mostly ignoring the dryad for now. “I can replace it, if you give me the brand and line. Except quickly, I need to go tell my team leader I’m back and what I learned. Which is everything, as usual” he grinned again, and then flopped on the bed. “Why’re you here?” he asked Aconite, then busied himself fiddling with his bag.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Aconite
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This had been a (well, previously, at least) slow day for Madison, or so the vampire had noticed.

Much of the paperwork that had been assigned to him as of late had been completed, and what hadn’t was just about finished up anyway. From what paperwork and reports he had received from his subordinates had said, things were going smoothly in Blue Moon overall, and, really, it seemed as if they were doing splendidly in regards to getting things out on time. Very satisfying, and something which had sparked no small amount of pride within his breast.

However, such a slow day allowed for much more free time than was necessary, and Madison had found himself sitting at his desk for quite some time with little else to do. He had been considering going out to buy some groceries or the like, but his fridge had already been stockpiled with basic snack food (among the...necessity of someone of his kind), and there wasn’t any particular outfit that he had had his eye on lately. So, as things stood, it had been a rather pleasant surprise when Aconite had dropped by to visit. It had been made even more pleasant when the other had decided to try Madison’s style of fashion for once.

And this was how Madison had found himself using one of the nicer eyeliners on his- male- coworker, lips pursed as he brought the point to Aconite’s eyelid. Circling the gap, carefully, carefully…

At the sound of screaming throughout the building, however, his volunteer had suddenly started in his seat, obviously taken off guard by the event. It was a combination of reflex and his own experience that Madison had kept the point from entering the other’s eye, instead allowing it to slide harmlessly against the man’s cheek. Giving a faint frown at the mark, the researcher quickly shrugged the event off, and, taking out a small towelette, wiped away the imperfection.

“Don’t worry, Aconite,” he smiled, catching sight of the guilty expression on the driad. “Mistakes happen.” Briefly, Madison’s gaze flicked over to the doorway, lingering there for a few moments before returning. “It seems that Oren’s doing her study of werewolves again. They really should put better soundproofing in the rest of the building- some of the newcomers might end up terrified one of these days.”

Suddenly, a loud crashing had drowned out most background noise, followed by the scuttle of an escaped wolf flying down the hall.

“And perhaps better re-enforcements in the lab, as well,” Madison commented, voice cheerful as he brushed a bit of debris out of his room. The vampire was hardly bothered by his fellow’s actions- after all, when one worked at SCION for as long as he, one tended to get used to such things after some time.

Before he could ask Aconite if he wished to continue with the little session of theirs, another unexpected guest (if one could even count Kora’s sudden blast-by as a “visit”) had arrived; this one acting in a much more sultry fashion. Upon turning to see who it was, Madison brightened, rotating further to better face the incubus. “Dami!” He chirped. “Good to see you again; wonderful that the mission went well.” The remark on the skirt, however, earned a soft sigh, as well as the slight downward quirk of a lip.

“I told you that you didn’t need to worry about that old thing. I was going to toss it out eventually, anyway; no harm done.” He had kicked himself upon hearing that Dami had discovered the real price of the thing- especially since it had been his...work which had brought Madison to throw it away in the first place. After all, it had been his fault in lending such a pricy thing to his friend in spite of knowing what Dami did for a living, but it really had been no skin off Madison’s back, as far as he was concerned.

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

Aconite smiled at Madison and would have wagged his tail if he had one. He was so patient with him when few others were. He knew he was hyper than most but he couldn't help it. Madison was like a brother to him and he hoped he never made Madison angry or made him hate him or anything. He had never seen Madison angry and it was hard to imagine him angry but you never know. He was sure the vampire was fierce when he wanted to be. He was glad he got the gentle side though. He closed his eyes again and tried to drown out the sounds from the hallway. He should really be used to Kora's antics by now but loud sounds still upset Aconite. They needed to reinforce the walls or something so Kora and the other werewolves wouldn't get out so easily. Or break things so easily for that matter. They wasted so much money on fixing things that should never have been weak in the first place.

Then Damien entered the room and Aconite straightened himself. Damien always made him uneasy in his skin. The incubus had always acted nice and polite around him but there was something beneath it all that unnerved him. Was it his sensual allure that put him so off balance? It had to be. The man was exuding it now and it did drag Aconite's gaze over to him. Especially when he flopped down on the bed. The purring lilt of his words were enticing. He cleared his throat and brought his gaze back to Madison. It was obvious that Damien was more interested in talking to Madison anyway. When the incubus did direct his attention on him however, he tensed.

"Why am I here?" He thought it was a bit obvious at the moment. "I decided to try out the cross-dressing thing that Madison always advocates. I want to see what he is talking about." He was a curious thing by nature after all. He wanted to experience everything and Madison commented once that he thought Aconite would look good in a dress. Why not give it a go?

Then Madison pulled away and made a comment that he was done. New excitement filled the dryad as he jumped up from his seat. Sitting that way for hours had been agonizing! He stretched a moment before he rushed towards the mirror and nearly tripped on himself. He was not used to heels. He gripped the vanity when he finally reached it and stared at himself. His eyes widened as he took in his features. He looked very different. Madison had been right; he looked very much like a girl, especially with Madison's expert administration of make up, hair, and accessories. He looked like an entirely different person now. He tried to twirl and watch how the dress moved but did trip this time and stumbled. He needed to get used to heels. They were so heavy! For him anyway. He turned to Madison and gave a smile as his hair fell forward.

"Thanks, Madi. It looks really good," he complimented and looked at himself again. "Maybe not the heels though. They are wonky," he chuckled. "And what do you think, Damien?" he asked as he turned towards the incubus.


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Satoru was up long before many of the members of this rag-tag group of defenders and that suited him just fine. He knew there were a couple that rose early as well to train and prepare for the day but it was mostly quiet. It was the best time of day since there was so little in the way of distractions and noise. He could calmly do what he needed to do. Besides, waking up on his alarm was better than being forced away by disruptions that occurred. Their group was lively if anything. Satoru utilized the gym they had at the headquarters to keep himself in shape and his mind sharp. It wouldn't do if he let himself get fat and lazy like a house cat. You never knew when your strength was required or you'd be sent out in the field.

With his morning ritual complete, the werecat headed towards the kitchen. And just in time to. He heard the tell-tale signs of a certain werewolf breaking through the testing room again. He rolled his eyes at Kora's uncontrollable antics. How many things has she broken already? Wouldn't she ever learn? And this was exhibit A of why he had to wake up earlier than most people. Kora. Among other people. She was a good field agent but she had absolutely no control over herself which made her a loose cannon. He was glad she wasn't on his team. He was sure the two of them would never get along if they had to go out together on a mission. He winced when he heard her barrel through the hallway. She was such a distraction. He could already tell a few people were in the hallway dealing with her mess.

He glanced up when he heard a new noise in the kitchen and saw his team leader grab some cold soup and offer Kora a disapproving glare. He looked tired. He couldn't blame him. Being team leader probably made for a lot of sleepless nights. Him eating could soup however, was not acceptable. Not when he had a team member ready to prepare hot meals. "Issac," he greeted with a nod. "Put that soup away. I am going to make breakfast. Omelets are on the menu," he answered. He hurried to the kitchen, completely ignoring the Kora intervention happening in the hallway. He grabbed the bacon, the onions, mushrooms, the bell peppers, milk and eggs. He set everything up for himself and started to sautée his ingredients. Perhaps the smell of food being cooked would get Kora to act like a reasonable adult again.

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Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana
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"Of course it went well!" Dami pushed his hair behind his ears, and then promptly shook his head to make it fall in front once more. "It was a one person mission, but Montana wanted us all to go out for some reason. So we had more than enough skill to do this." the pride in his voice was evident. He frowned int he next minute though, put off by Madison trying to brush off the cost of the skirt; an ongoing argument between the two since the incident itself. "And I told you I would be getting you a new one because I looked it up and it wasn't cheap! It's not like it's going to set me back, and you can think of it as me being Robin Hood, in a way." the incubus paused. "Actually, there's a thought. Robin Hood for the next costume party. I could pull off a tunic and tights, don't you think?" His eyes scanned the area lazily while he fell back against the soft covers.

The baby blues - temporary, from the last target- settled on Aconite, who was watching him with the look of someone ensnared by his unconscious allure. Dami turned his head into his arm, baring his neck in the process, and smirked against the skin. He played with the idea of toying with the dryad a bit, but dismissed it, as Madison was in the room. By then, he'd been answered, and lazily, he turned his head to watch the green haired male stumble around in heels.

"It's hard, isn't it?" he commented, smiling just a bit. "Never got the hang of it myself. And you look just fine~" the purr was back as his eyes raked over the trim figure. "I know quite a few who'd love to snatch you up, dressed like that." Of course, finding them again would be a bit of a challenge, but he was sure he'd manage. And that was assuming Aconite gave consent, which Dami doubted he would...

Closing his eyes, Dami rolled onto his side. "You have such a nice bed, Madison~" he sighed. "I wish you'd let me share it." he teased, once again picking up that specific never ending quest.

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It was through impulse that Madison had suddenly leapt forward upon seeing Aconite stumble, hands extended so as to catch the dryad if he fell, although he soon released the position when it became apparent that Aconite didn’t need the help. He smiled, and, after taking a few steps back, began to circle the other with a more appraising eye.

“Perhaps I should have put you in flats,” he mused. “It’s a summer dress, after all, so I think sandals would have worked just as well- if not better- than heels…” He pondered on this for a few moments, eyeing Aconite’s current footwear for a few moments, before beaming once again and extending a hand. “Would you like any help getting to a chair again? It’d hardly do anyone any good if you ended up getting hurt.”

At Dami’s remark on his leader’s planning, Madison gave a light laugh, moving into a position to better face both of his company at once. “That sounds like something Montana would do. Always trying to stay prepared, isn’t he?” Of course, the vampire hardly took fault in that logic; in such a dangerous occupation, one had to stay on their toes in case the worst happened. Luckily, there was a very slight chance of things going wrong- the Hunter’s Moon, for all that could be said about them, were professionals in what they did.

The insistence of the skirt topic brought a light sigh from Madison, and, idly, he brushed out his current garb as he spoke. “You really shouldn’t have worried about it,” he chided, but seemed to relent at least somewhat with the next comment. “Are you sure that there isn’t anything else that you would like to spend the money on?”

Evidently, the researcher didn’t seem to have much problem with taking the money directly from a target’s savings account.

With the incubus’ following remark, the smile was brought back on Madison’s lips. “I think so. If you want, I could lend you a pair of tights for the ensemble; I should have a few pairs in my closet I bought some time ago.” For all that had happened to his skirt, he wasn’t all that wary about letting the other continue to borrow his clothes- after all, so long as he watched what he gave at times, there wasn’t much of an issue. Dami’s next words towards Aconite brought a further quirk of the lip, as well as a bit of a light in his gaze.

“While I don’t have any problem with what Aconite does in his spare time, I’m afraid that I’d rather him be wearing something else in the meantime; that dress is one of my favorites, after all.” After letting the words linger for a moment, Madison beamed, then moved to give his bed-frame a light pat. “If you ever wanted to stay over, I’d be more than happy to let you sleep in my bed if you’d like. The sofa is actually quite comfortable, after all.”

As typical of him, the vampire was hardly ruffled by Dami’s little come-ons; instead continuing to keep on an innocent look through his grin.

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Aconite flushed again and raised his hands to try and cover his reddening cheeks. He hated it when Dami was fresh back from a mission. The incubus was a walking turn-on after all. Even without his power wafting off of him like the hottest new cologne Dami could turn heads. It was just his nature and Aconite always felt flustered. He knew that his reactions to him him only made it worse since then he was sure that Damien was focusing on it and trying to tease him and get a bigger rise out of him. Figuratively and literally. The dryad realized that covering his face wouldn't do him any good but he found he didn't know what else to do with his hands in that moment. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Damien had to go on about knowing people who would love to take him to bed in this dress. "Thanks... but I think I am fine for now." He had to focus on something else! At least there was someone else in the room to.

The little fairy turned to Madison and gave a nod about the heels. "Yeah.. I think heels would have to be another time. I think today is a barefoot kind of day," he chuckled. He quickly took the heels off to stand on the ground and smiled. Better. He didn't much care for the heels. He loved the dress though. He turned back to look at himself the mirror. He looked so different. Madison was truly a genius when it came to these sort of things. At the mention that the dress he was wearing was Madison's favorite, his eyes widened in surprise. Why did Madison give him his favorite dress? He had simply wanted to try on a simple little thing to see if this was something he'd want to do. He didn't want to rip the dress. He was a dryad of nature after all! He loved going outside and getting into the dirt. He'd ruin it!

"Madi! Why didn't you tell me that this was your favorite? I'll change right away! I don't want ruin it!" he said even as the vampire had continued on with the conversation. He reached for the zipper in the back and with a little maneuvering managed to slide it down. In his rush, he did eventually topple over himself before handing the dress back to his friend. "Here. Thank you for letting me try it on but I don't want to leave the room with it if it is your favorite. I'll just wear my clothes," he smiled.

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Madison ignored Dami in favour of making sure Aconite didn’t smash his face against the floor (and the incubus approved. Honestly) before finally addressing the incubus again, complimenting his team leader. “I think there might have been a possibility of our timing coinciding with an event,” he mused, “but luckily, that wasn’t the case. So we did end up overstaffed.” He chuckled, and watched the dryad watch himself in the mirror.

“And I told you,” he continued, not taking his eyes off the green haired male, “that I wasn’t worried, I just felt bad. And no, there’s nothing I want at this moment. Really, Madison, you should know me better by now,” for all his posturing, Madison knowing his nature was probably why the vampire had asked, “I’m a selfish thing, if there was something I wanted, I’d have gotten it first. But no, considering our previous topic, I’ll just buy a pair next time I’m allowed out. They only need to last one night, and I can’t guarantee they’ll survive that.” His eyes sparkled, as if he were imagining the many interesting ways an incubus could accidentally cause a pair of tights to be destroyed.

The sparkle faded into a pout as Madison quite deliberately evaded Dami’s innuendo, leaving the incubus to either drop it or be blunt. And as this was a game to him, not an actual hunt, bluntness was out of the question, as he couldn’t do more than give the words a teasing tone. So he dropped it reluctantly, and said, “I don’t think that’s an actual worry. He’s too chaste.”

And then looked back at the dryad, who was currently stripping.
Well, that threw his comments into question quite effectively.

Still, his eyes roamed over the form as he pushed off from the bed, crossing the room in a few steps and placing his hands on Aconite’s upper arms. Now taller than the dryad by half a head, he leaned in, cooing his name. “Oh, Aconite~” he breathed. “I know how badly you want it, but Madison’s room isn’t the right place…” his hands slipped down the arms, then found a new hold on slim hips, “Nor is now a good time.” His head was angled so every word sent puffs of air against the other’s skin, and he stood close enough that his body heat had no trouble crossing the distance. “You know where my room is, if you want to visit tonight~” he finished, and his lips curved into a smirk as he waited for Aconite’s reaction.

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“Well.” In a smooth motion, Madison had dropped himself into a nearby loveseat, one leg crossed over the other as he rested his hands neatly in his lap. “I’m glad that things went well, at any rate- better to be over prepared than not, after all!” There was no trace of anything in his voice besides sincerity as he spoke, eyes bright as he watched both of his company- although his gaze lingered on Aconite for a tad longer, ascertaining that the dryad wasn’t stumbling too badly. It moved on soon enough, however, as the other gave in, stepped out of his heels, and went to admire himself once again without the hinderance of trying to balance.

Dami’s persistence towards the skirt topic did not go unnoticed by the vampire, and it was with a soft laugh that Madison seemed to relent. “You really should give yourself more credit,” he remarked. “You’re trying to make it up to me, after all. More selfish people would just keep the money for themselves, and not tell a soul that they had it.”

Still, even with the researcher’s apparent acceptance of his friend’s offer, it was with no small amount of hesitance that the details of the skirt were fully voiced- as if speaking the words aloud would only serve to spark more concern regarding the damage dealt to it somehow. “Considering you knew how much it cost,” he began, toying with a button on his sleeve, “I have a feeling you looked up what brand it was beforehand, but…” Madison paused, and, lifting his fingers away from his wrist, rose from his chair and moved to get a notepad from his desk. With a few quick motions of pen against paper, the vampire returned to where he had previously been sitting, and passed the sheet onto Dami. In neat print, the paper stated the skirt’s status as a Burberry (a pleated, lace wrap-over mini, it mentioned), as well as a few other basic details regarding purchasing a fresh article.

“Don’t feel like you need to get it to me immediately, or anything like that.” Madison added. “It’s enough that you’re going to buy a new one for me, after all.” Even if it wasn’t with Dami’s own money, Madison felt, it was still the thought that counted.

Notably, the man still wasn’t at all bothered by the fact that his friend was committing a theft against someone involved in a mission, but the trouble that went into buying a fresh piece of clothing.

His mood seemed to brighten at Dami’s mention of simply going out to get himself a pair of tights, as the laugh that was brought by the statement was ever-so louder than before. “I suppose you’re right about wanting a pair exclusively for that,” he said. “If you’d like, I can go with you to pick one out- even if you plan on getting them ruined the first night you wear them, the material really makes a difference in the end.” Madison quite enjoyed going out shopping, after all- although with how chances stood, he would most likely leave a prospective session with far more than he had set out to find.

Dami’s next comment on his other company being “chaste” was swiftly disproven by Aconite stripping, although Madison appeared...quite unfazed through the event. It was with the same casualness that he had kept throughout the exchanges that he accepted his dress from the now-bared greenhead, folded the fabric, and neatly placed it on a seat until it could be properly stashed away. “I said one of my favorites,” Madison corrected gently. “I appreciate the thought, though; if you’d like, I could always get you something else to wear if you’re worried about damaging my outfits.” A compliment on how the gown had looked on the other had been hanging on the tip of his tongue when Dami had suddenly approached Aconite, purring sweet nothings and caressing the dryad in a way one might a lover.

Throughout it, Madison waited patiently some feet away, with the smile of one who had long grown used to such an occurrence. Once Dami had finished his cooing, the brunette took the moment to chime in, his own hands again left to rest at his sides.

“Well, thank you for being considerate, Dami.” And, yet again, there was no trace of sarcasm or the like within Madison’s voice- there was a steady cheerfulness, a steady light air that the researcher always seemed to maintain, but nothing else. Turning to better face Aconite, he waited a few moments for his guest to recover before speaking again. “Would you like for me to get your clothes for you? I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold or anything like that.”

Courtesy was an essential part of being a good host, really.

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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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The process of extracting information hadn't taken any special effort. Not when the ever blooming rose Lulu had snared their target with her hooked thorns, their generally hassle free getaway, courtesy of Dami's charismatic charms, or now, when he was copying the information onto his personal database. Once he had finished this painless process, Montana placed the chip into a small cover, one he closed with an audible click, then into the bigger plastic back. Blackout material. Label? Classified. Naturally.

Their cover to obtain this small but important piece of a larger puzzle was the kind that would bring such a trio together at night. Drinking. Mid Ballers with a little angst to work out underneath crystal chandeliers. A cover that required next to no prep, where the explanations could be lies because lies flow plenty when liquor hits the system.

Truthfully, their night at the Roxemburg had involved less drinking and more espionage. Less Alcohol, more Sodium Pentothal. With an end game that could put something a little deadlier then a hangover in ones head, but, they were professionals. Their seamless fabric of teamwork was strong when taunt, and they had gotten back to SCION in time for breakfast.

Speaking of breakfast, one of the three he wished to speak to had feeding habits that could leave him unavailable for the next hour or so. Miss Botrelle and the Young Valentine could be contact later.

Montana ran his thumb across the screen of his phone, contacting one,

"Mr Moore, I'll need you in for debriefing at your earliest convenience."

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"Maybe I've given up on charming you and now hope to buy your affections with favours like these~" Dami suggested, his eyes shimmering into a striking leafy green. From his position fondling Aconite, he could see Madison write out the details of skirt upside-down. It had been a very nice skirt, one that had suited the leggy redhead he'd played very well. It hadn't been so nice a skirt after things had escalated, not that he'd noticed until after he'd fed. "And your expertise would be well appreciated," he cooed. "We haven't gone out for quite some time, have we?" And Madison never minded if the incubus flounced off for a quick snack mid shopping spree, especially if his meal happened to end up more inclined to do him favours in the form of discounts after the fact.

Then, between his hands, Aconite vanished, fluttering about in his eight inch form. Dami eyed the tiny thing hungrily, licking his lips. Did the dryad not realize that he could now stimulate his entire body with one stroke of a finger? But he'd have to catch him first... He'd been about to try when his cellphone rang.

Mr Moore, I'll need you in for debriefing at your earliest convenience said his boss's voice, and Dami's lips quirked up. "Right away, sir~" he said smoothly, then dropped the call, turning to grab the paper with Madison's skirt order on it. "Have to go, Roderic is calling~" he explained. "See you later? And Aconite?" he stopped by the door, turning his head to glance back into the room. "The offer still stands, you know where my rooms are."

Finished with his teasing, he sashayed down the hall, drawing more admiring looks and unwilling stares. The base was already becoming familiar, and he was at Montana's door, slipping in and wandering over to press his body as close to his leader's as possible.

"I'll be glad to remove your briefs, sir~" he purred, sliding one hand into a back pocket, the other onto a hip to dip just into the hemline of neatly pressed suit pants.

Because really, that opening was too obvious, and Montana should have known not to make it so easy if he didn't want to hear it.

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The phonecall ended, and Montana's fingers left the smooth back of the device so he could plug it in to his now booting computer. Wait times were a thing of the past in large part due to the skill of their IT department, and a few further keystrokes brought up their mission report. Casualties, wounds sustained, possible witnesses, civilians spoken to, active operatives, and methods used were all contained in the report. Short-form, which was very unlike his typical flow of speech. At least, in this stage. On special request he'd add his personal touch to make an event seem more amorphous then it was.

Montana's coal black eyes left the orange tinted screen, night sensitive, to focus on Dami as he entered the office. The incubus's self assured stroll was a trademark he often recognized before seeing his face. Subtle movements that indicated a persons personality was essential to their line of work, as that was harder to hide then it was for a face to change. Dami's close proximity for instance, indicated more then Mr. Moore's flirtatious nature. It showed the deep level of trust both of them shared, as the air Montana exuded seemed to say he kept most people at arms length. True or not.

"It would be a misuse of SCION resources to use your expertise on something I'm capable of doing myself Mr.Moore." His mouth stayed in its usual line, it relaxed into it's downturn rather then any special line

"Now," Montana stood up from his chair, and placed his hand on the small of Dami's back, and pointed toward the screen with his free hand.

"This is my after mission report, everything's been compiled from my perspective and what the Hunter-Agents involved have mentioned."

He turned his head away from the screen, and regarded evenly.

"Would you like anything added, or expunged Mr. Moore?"

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Isaac's eyes glided over to Ms. Botrelle, the faintest twinge of irritation at her jest showed in his eyes but was quickly banished.
No doubt she saw it however, it was her job to see things like that.

" True true, all jokes aside it might be a good thing for him to join us. "
Isaac watched the male wolf rush off without hearing out what the group had chosen to do, and by the sounds of it there wasn't going to be time to do anything as time the team builder Isaac had in mind. Impatient. He added that to what he thought of the male.

As if on que to Isaac dismissive head shake , Kora shifted back into her human form. Isaac did the polite thing and averted his eyes. " Ms. Botrelle, do you have a jacket or something we could cover Kora with, If it were me I'd rather be covered if I was passed out on the out skirts of base. "

This wasn't the first time this sort of thing happened around here, what with Incubus' and Were-creatures about, nudity was a thing, and probably wouldn't be the last, He might have to start keeping one of those emergency blankets in his pocket if it kept happening so often tho..

He turned to Oren, " Any clues to what sort of business will be in our meeting today? I missed that memo going over Inventory and someone's medical history..." He glanced at Thunder Moons' new recruit then back at the good doctor before rubbing a bit of sleep out of his sunken eyes.

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“I wouldn’t recommend doing that.” By this point, Madison’s eyes had begun to sparkle with the same mirth one would see in a child’s- a trait that the vampire kept through seasons, wars, the sprawling hunger of time itself. “You know how my tastes are, after all. If you tried doing that, you’d probably sink all of your targets below the poverty line.” Almost as to emphasize his point, Madison fingers had begun to trace the imprints left on the paper, feeling them out and inadvertently smudging his fingers.

He had made himself by the time Dami had spoken again, and, at his friend’s words, Madison shrugged, then perked up further. “I suppose not. We’ll just have to change that when we can. I’ll go ahead and look into my schedule and see when my next days off are- we can set a date.” The fingers had lifted away from the page at this point, and were now fluttering in the air like pale moths.

However, before any real arrangements could be made, there was a sharp gasp from the other member of their company, and, shortly after, said company reappeared in a much smaller form. In his field of vision, Madison could also see that Dami wasn’t at all deterred by Aconite’s transformation- even appearing to be more spurred on than before. Deciding to extend sympathy to the pixie, Madison rose, and, gathering up Aconite’s outfit, went to place it neatly on the towel rack in his bathroom.

“I suppose you’re right,” he said upon returning. “The others can be quite rowdy after all.” “Rowdy” being the understatement of the year. “Seeing if they need any help would be a good idea.”

Madison gestured towards the open door of the restroom, smiling benignly. “If you’d like to get dressed before we head out, I left your clothes in there.” His focus did not linger for long enough to see if Aconite had taken the offer, instead switching back to a certain incubus still on his bed. “I’ll talk to you soon,” he confirmed cheerfully. "Tell Montana I said hello!"

He did look forward to going out with his friend again. For all of the breaks that Dami tended to take on their ventures, Madison truly enjoyed his company. Hands clasped, he turned back towards Aconite, waiting patiently for the dryad to compose himself after Dami's last pass at him.

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Aconite was flushing. He was getting all flustered thanks to Damien. The man always got him so riled up! And he realized he had made quite a mistake when he had shifted into his true form. Here he was nude in front of a incubus. Nude. In front of an incubus. Brilliant. And he was tiny. He saw the man reaching up to grab him and he tried to fly just out of reach but then Damien stopped reaching from him. It looked like his boss was calling him for a briefing. He gave a sigh of relief when the man pulled away. He wasn't sure if he would have been able to withstand the incubus much longer if he had completed his action and grabbed him. And still he felt the glamor of the incubus pulling at him when Damien went to the door and waved good bye.

The Dryad swallowed hard and flew higher in the air and watched as Damien walked away. Then he turned his attention to Madison. Oh his clothes! "Thank you, Madison," he called. He cleared his throat and made his way through the air and entered the bathroom. He calmed himself down and let the change come over him again. He grew in size and his wings shrunk until they were gone from his back. That was the one thing he missed when he gained this form. He shook himself off and quickly pulled his clothes back on. Once he was dressed, he left the bathroom and leaned against the door frame and looked over at his friend.

"Okay, Madsion! I am ready to go," he smiled. "I haven't heard any loud noises in a while so either I have gone deaf, or Kora is under control again. The werewolves really are quite the lively bunch," he chuckled. "You have any idea where they are?" he asked as he walked out of the room.

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“Now, Roderic. You know how much I love my work; this really wouldn’t be any trouble.” His hands slipped underneath the shirt as if to prove his point, long fingers tracing the skin just above the fabric to demonstrate that it would not be a chore.

For all his flirtation, Damien didn’t have too strong of an interest in his human boss. He’d had the man in the past, and it was certainly an enjoyable experience, but when there were other options, he took them. However, he could gain quick bursts of energy through skin contact, and he did this at every opportunity presented. Since joining SCION, the incubus wasn’t feeding as well as he was used to. It was played havoc with his system, but he was sure he’d adjust in a reasonable time frame.

Pushing the thoughts aside, Dami savoured the friendly touch to his back, eyes reading over the screen. “Nothing much to add, sir~” and he couldn’t resist tacking on a playful purr to the sentence. “But if you could take out references to the mess that was made of me, I’d appreciate it. Also, if the damage to my wardrobe could be mentioned, so that I may reference this report on my next request to leave the base?” he asked, smiling hopefully. Having another day out when he wasn’t on a mission would go a long way towards soothing his restless spirit. There was only so much one could pace around the SCION grounds, after all.

"Oh, and. Madison says 'Hello'," he added belatedly.

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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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"Of course." Montana's fingers touched the keyboard in front of him, with a lightness not unlike the comfortable way Damien had done against his skin. A long black bar was dragged across the longer sequences of his report, while the [expunged] tag replaced words that fit the theme of the Incubus's request. At the end of each correction, a point of reference was made as per Dami's wishes for a wardrobe replacement, in lieu of their most recent mission. Though he suspected a bit of time off sooner then his co workers request was filed, references for the future were always useful.

Montana straightened his back, which would cause Damien's hand to fall from his body, unless he made the special effort to keep it against his skin. He had come to expect passing contact like this, and didn't shy away from it. Cohesion between species required a sympathy that was effortless to his persona. Thus, he was never uncomfortable around his fellow Hunter.

"Ah. Thank you, I'll be sure to give my own hello to Mr.Lovette personally. Once base business has been attended to." Montana lifted a folder from his desk, along with a small black case containing his writing instruments. When all needed items were nestled in his arm, the loudspeaker went off, and with it, an announcement.

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind escorting me there Mr. Moore."

The duo left the office, and continued down the hallway without event. He choose a spot where his surroundings could be easily observed in their entirety and took a seat. As he settled, he made eye contact with Krieos, and nodded a hello. The files nestled under his arm were opened on his lap, and he spread the paper out evenly, fixing any creases on the surface.

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It was not very long until the meeting room was graced by the presence of the first of the SCION officers, one of the three most senior members of the organization. Proven long ago in the field, they had come to serve as the strategic leaders, second only to their benefactor.

This one in question was a tall, dark-haired gentleman in a jacket with round brass buttons. Leofric Wyndham, a vampire that had been walking the earth since anglo-saxon times, and who headed up deployment and field operation.

He fofered a nod to those already present, but was not able to address any directly, as he had another conversation ongoing.

Pursuing Wyndham was the form of Oren, not looking terribly pleased.
"I thought we had come to the agreement that I was not expected to take part in field deployment. This was agreed upon in my conditions for my employment. No field work."

"And as I keep telling you Kovalenko, this is not field work. All staff are going to need to vacate the building during the placement of the wards. It's new security code. If you have a problem with it you can take it up with Elmessiri, but you'll get exactly the same response." Leo replied, a little dismissively as he took a set at the table against one wall and set down his files.

"This is totally unacceptable." came the vampress' response, her grip tightening around her set of files.

"Your contract covers not sending you into danger Kovalenko, it said nothing about you never leaving the building. We'll be putting all of you up somewhere. You can't honestly be complaining about getting paid holiday, can you?" Leo raised one eyebrow to regard the woman, whose expression implied that yes, she certainly could complain about it.

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While Lulu took pride in being a true professional in her field, it was too much to deny herself a bit of fun at Makorai’s expense, especially when he had set himself up for the act with his teasing.

Childish? Going by Kovalenko’s expression, perhaps it was.



Worth it? Based on Saika’s face, undoubtedly.



She extended a hand to pull him to his feet, and dusted the shoulder of his shirt off with a quick swipe. “You know, if you make things that easy,” she said, grin broadening with Stride’s added laughter, “You’re going to make all of Hunter’s Moon think that you like being thrown on your back. And then you’ll have no problem with anyone thinking you haven’t— Well,” she trailed off and let the implied end of her comment dangle, casting a raised brow toward the gorgon.

Her gaze followed after Schofeild for a brief moment as he carried Norrevinter away, and her lips pouted into a question, but the thought was derailed by the intercom announcement. “Joy,” she muttered, and turned toward the door after one more adjustment of Makorai’s subtly disheveled shirt. “I’m going to rendezvous with Hunter’s Moon, speaking of. You two be kind to Schofield, now. Wouldn’t want to damage his ‘good spirits.’” 

She moved out of the way with a good natured smile as Dinah rushed past, careful to dodge the rivalrous sibling exchange as she proceeded down the corridor.

Once in the hall, she found her teammate’s position within minutes and slipped behind them to a seat beside Montana, brushing her hand over Dami’s shoulder in greeting as she passed. “Strangers,” she greeted, as if she had not spent the past fifteen hours with the two. 

Her emerald green eyes scanned about the room, taking in the amassed collection of cryptids and humans alike, noting their tones and body language. For what it was worth, and for all of the issues the organization had, few could deny that there was a general air of camaraderie amongst the coworkers. Some, even, she’d venture to say behaved like family.



Lulu’s musings were interrupted as Wyndham and Kovalenko entered, and the field agent watched them both out of the corner of her eye, listening. She cast a glance toward Montana and Damien, respectively, with the statement on her face reading somewhere between, “What’s going on?” and “Get a load of that nonsense.” 



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All things have cycles— The moon, civilizations, the growth and shedding of skin from a snake’s back. All things that go around will recur once more, and if they should not, it likely means that you have not waited long enough. The only question, really, is how or when the recurrence will come, and what prompting will occur to make it so.

Rebirth, as it were: A fascinating subject in the lives of men for millennia, for reasons both obvious and obscure. Phoenixes and reincarnation cycles feature regularly in Eastern historical records, and many creatures influencing the rebirth of seasons are revered as deities.

One of the most prominent symbols of rebirth across cultures, however, is the yew tree. Multiple cultures (see following doccumment for specifics regarding Greek vs Celt representation) have viewed this slow-growing tree with reverence, likely drawing the connection to rebirth from the tree's ability to spring new trunks from the original root bole. While it is possible to cut a yew down, failure to remove the full bole from the ground will only result in a later growth of the same tree.

Despite being an incredibly toxic —


The stream of written text was interrupted as by the sound of the intercom filling the library’s archival study sent a rather startled bearded dragon lizard dropping from the writer’s head and onto the page.

The creature scuttled onto its feet after a second or two of struggle, bit the pen previously inscribing the briefing text, and then crawled onto the hand holding it to nuzzle for warmth. She was promptly hissed away by a garden snake, however, who had been hiding up the writer’s coat sleeve. The hissing set a leopard gecko on the sleeve’s outer portion to jumping further up the arm, which displaced a formerly contented ball python who had been draped about the coat’s shoulder.

The python moved to coil around her perch’s neck, only to be intercepted by the hands of Doctor Silas Whitmore as he wound her coils away from his body. “None of that now, Harriet,” the historian chastised, letting her wrap herself around his other wrist, “You know that tickles.”

Harriet flicked her tongue out, but settled into her new place just as well. “Hopeless lot, all of you. Did you know?” Silas proceeded to say, adjusting a lizard clinging to the frame of his thick bottle-bottom glasses so that the animal's foot did not obstruct the view of his strigine blue eyes. He reached up and pressed down his unkempt mop of brown hair, more out of habit than hope that it would stay down, and seemed completely unfazed as yet another small reptile crawled from his sleeve and made itself a nest amongst the strands.

He then moved to lay three different bookmarks in his work, in case someone else should want to open the resources he had been prepared to cite in the briefing note, but fumbled as he stretched across the desk and knocked a globe off of its stand.

Though he did manage to catch it in a haphazard dive to the side.

Even though said dive may have cost him his balance.

Cue a crash onto the floor and a scuttling exodus of the creatures formerly existing on his person.

“Yes, yes— I know. I’m going to be late.” He pulled himself up and dusted himself off, relaxing the globe and grabbing a notepad and pen in the same motion. “If you’re so bothered by it, you ought to help” he quipped as he bounced toward the door— though the bounce was more an effort to recover from stumbling over a corner of the rug than any intentionally graceless motion.

As the Historical research head strode toward the hall (with no further mishaps, for the moment,) he pulled out his phone and shot a quick text message to another member of Harvest Moon, to be sure that Aconite was in attendance.

Conference room in five. Or five minutes ago. Not sure. -Dr. W

And then,

Also, please meet after. Need you to pull the tome on yew wood inscribing. -Dr. W

As he pushed through the door with his worn menagerie and took a seat in the back corner nearest the door (so that no late-coming reptiles would disturb anyone when they entered,) he shot out one more text message, stating,

Also, meet before meeting after. Thinking of ordering lunch. -Dr. W

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Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield
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Dami watched the report being edited, leaning further and further over Montana’s shoulder in the meantime until his boss straightened, the incubus moving fluidly in sync to avoid collisions and yet maintain contact before drawing back on his own terms.

“Not a problem, sir.” He replied quietly, while frowning at his attire. As he followed Montana through the halls, the incubus trailed a bit behind, quickly straightening and smoothing his clothing until he looked as professional as one possibly could in short shorts and any piece of clothing as tight as his shirt was, barely acknowledging Lulu with his short smile. Entering the meeting room, Dami took time to make eyes at the werewolf already in the room, followed by a more subtle look-over of Issac Schofield and the only male higher up. It was through this focus, he caught enough of the man’s conversation with Oren to hear “paid vacation” being mentioned, and the incubus pouted, his cabin fever barely lifted by the mission he had just been on with his team.

And speaking of his team…Dami looked around once more only to see that he had missed his chance to esconce himself on Montana’s lap, and the pout grew as he left his position lingering by the door to hover by his teammates’ shoulders.

I know, right? his expression said back to the blonde vampire- a small amount of jealousy evident in his eyes- before he circled around to take his own seat, briefly raising a hand in greeting to Silas.

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Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield
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The thin pick dragged in a smooth curve over the glass surface, scoring a barely noticeable line against the glass she was working with, and to Christina’s pleasure, some of the tightly coiled energy around the center of the charm was diverting into the new circle, spiraling into the center and stabilizing the hollow creation as intended. Delicately as was necessary, the mage set the tiny weapon onto the tree-like stand she had for storing freshly made charms until their magic settled, stepped back from her table, and blinked furiously, clearing the complex spell that let her “see” magic from her eyes. She then laid down her tools, flexed her hands, and removed the large headphones and cotton in her ears just in time to catch the announcement.

The mage smiled at her good fortune, because a few minutes more on her part or less on the announcement’s and she’d have missed the memo, and paused by her mirror to check her thickly coiled hair, today done up in multiple loops of braid. Seeing it was in place – she didn’t favour these hairstyles completely because of vanity, it was also because they tended to stay in place better than ordinary ones – she carefully locked her door after herself and hurried down the hall. It was good to get a chance to stretch her legs, because when creating charms or doing research, she often had to stay very still.

Some of her research coworkers greatly objected to fidgeting.

Then again, Oren greatly objected to almost everything that wasn't science related.

The young woman came into the room, looking at the assembled teams and scanned for a place to sit. Eventually, she decided on a fellow researcher, and settled beside Silas after waving to Montana, delicately checking to make sure no reptiles were on her intended seat. “Hello!” she said meanwhile. “Found anything interesting recently?”

Always a good bet with Silas, who found most of his research fascinating and often didn’t know when to stop talking about it.

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Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox 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: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox 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.