( slight edits from SCION 1)
Full Name: Issac Schofield
Nicknames/Aliases: Shooter
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Post/Rank: Thunder Moon - General Field Team . Possibly leader?
Description: Grizzled and covered with scares it's easy to see that life has not been kind to Issac . He's not the most imposing figure , lean and just shy of six feet tall. He keeps his brown hair trimmed neatly to match his facial hair. His general expression is a set jawed stare, one not unlike a prison inmate who caught you eyeing his food, Tho of all his hard features his soft eyes are probably the most striking thing about the man, the clear blue orbs give a striking contrast to the rest of the otherwise dark man. On his left arm there are 4 tally marks. These are reminders of times he has hesitated and it got someone he knew killed.
most notable of his scars are the ones behind his jaw bones, and the bullet furrow that is dug along his left shoulder to the small of his back.
1 Jason Jibson ; 01/14/2003 ; Isaac missed a spotter for the Afgani' military because he disagreed with a wind call his spotter Jason called. Mortars rained on their position. There was only one causality from the eight man group thankfully, but Issac has the man he missed faced for ever etched in his head and he regrets ignoring his comrades correction.
2 Mike " Trip" Galahad. 05/12/2008 : While on a recon mission the duo were ambushed by local informants turned insurgent, Issac caught a round in his left shoulder and Trip held their position for eight grueling hours. Out of ammo and with no way to call for help Trip gave his life defending Isaac, who was captured and held for six months as a POW, The United states denied that Issac was their operative , leaving Isaac to get himself out of the bind. He escaped later with a local boy who had been bringing him his meals. The boys name was Mish Al'nyzama
3 Mish Al'nyzama. 11/14/2008 After helping Isaac escape, the two fled the village were Isaac had been held captive. They crossed several hundred miles of open country to get to a Forward operation base. Mish was shot and killed in a friendly fire indecent when he waved to the fob, while still carrying the weapon used to free Issac; an old Enfield rifle. Isaac still has this rifle, along with Mish's smemagh .
4 Jackson "Guy" Fox. 02/ 18 /2010 While in africa Isaac was forced to end his comrade's suffering after a vampire covenant raided the village they were staying at. Better dead than un-dead. This is by far the least known story , and one Isaac avoids telling more so than the others.
Personality: Isaac is a fairly bullheaded person, but this is countered with an awareness which balances this reckless-head-long man-of-action with a decent level of calculation , precision and caution. That being said he has one hell of a temper when his experience is called into question. He does have a kind side but it does take a bit of digging to get to.
Skills:
Hand to hand / bladed combat : Isaac spent years studying hand to hand combat before joining the U.S. Military and later the CIA where he mastered SOC-P and became adapt at other marital arts.
Marksmen : Be it long guns or sub-compact pistols Issac is well trained in all things that go bang. He placed third in the Wimbledon cup for long range marksmanship.
Explosives expert : He has a civilian and military grade explosives licenses.
Repelling/ freehand climber: Mountain climbing or Urban repelling Issac has had a hand at it enough to repell or rig on his own if need be.
Macgyver mindset: field craft and finding odd ways of utilizing his surroundings is arguably Issac's best weapon.
Working understanding of magic:
Weaknesses: Aside from being Human Issac swears his "honor" will be the death of him. He says this because of how he reacts to women and children caught in conflict , nearly ignoring self preservation to ensure that they remain safe. He also has a bit of a hard time talking to folks and conveying what he means when outside of high-stress situations.
Brief History:
After graduating from high school Issac joined the U.S Armed forces as a D 19 Calvary scout and was deployed in 2003 during the invasion of Iraq , after returning home he was contracted by the CIA to become a Paramilitary Operations Officers. As a P.O.O he was inc charge of keeping the area destabilized until further action was required, this ranged from weapons trafficking , training militia's , and occasionally wet work. After about ten years of this and earning the Distinguished Intelligence Cross, twice, Issac "retired".
He was actually dismissed due to physiological concerns the CIA had They claimed it was a combination of PTSD , delusions , visual and audio hallucinations and a few violent outburst while in the office. However with a few strings pulled Issac kept his name officially on the CIA's payroll. The attacked were due to Issac's contact with the Paranormal during his operations, ranging from a Vampire coven hiding in the wilds of Africa to werewolves attempting to devour villages. He was contacted by SCION shortly after his "retirement".
While serving under SCION he encountered many supernaturals and for the most part dislikes most of them off the bat, though he does believe a persons character is measured by their deeds rather than their blood. So he is a bit of a supernatural bigot.
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Isaac Schofield
Just another soul gobbled up by the world.
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a character in “S.C.I.O.N”, as played by xXcandlejackXx
Description
So begins...
Isaac Schofield's Story
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Issac , a rough looking middle aged man, trudged through to the refrigerator with a stack of papers underneath his arm, seemingly oblivious to the happenings of the room. He quickly filled the tin bowl he had brought with him with cold potato soup , and with little more than a wave to Stride was back off the way he came. but halted seeing Kora and Kreios , 'for what purpose', being his facial expression before shaking his head disapprovingly. This was already to much to deal with. He glared, looking much like a zombie at that moment with sunken eyes and a sour expression. It was pretty easy to see the man hadn't slept in a few days. He was Thunder Moons team lead, and as such had the joyous responsibility of doing their paperwork and training the new members of his unit. Good thing these folks weren't his issue.
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.
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 sautĂŠe his ingredients. Perhaps the smell of food being cooked would get Kora to act like a reasonable adult again.
It had, admittedly, taken Stride a few moments to notice the absence of weight in her jacket pocket- not only was there already a mis-mash of random trinkets stored within the folds, there was also the fact that rampaging werewolves through the halls tended to take priority in where your attention went. It had taken another few moments for her to register that her little microwave meal had suddenly taken up a life of its own, cheerfully floating mid-air like some heavenly dove crafted from empty carbs, melted cheese, and hickory ham. This was quickly explained, however, by the sudden appearance of one Victor Valentine- one very cocky, very casual Victor Valentine. He began a little tangent on âlava diarrhea pocketsâ as soon as he noticed that Stride had seen him, to which Stride only stared at him for a second.
Stared and then snorted, brow rising in question. âThe fuck are you,â she said, âeight? Who the hell says âdiarrhea pocketsâ non-ironically?â The next words that came from her coworkerâs lips brought even more snorting from the hybrid, as well as an accompanying release of her crossed arms. âYa know, I really didnât need to know ya wanted to find out what underwear I wore today, Vic. Thatâs pretty much the gayest thing Iâve heard from ya all week.â With that, she raised a hand, preparing herself once again to catch the little delicacy being launched at herâŚ
...Only to watch, palm still up, as Kora threw herself over Kreiosâ head, snatched the pocket from mid-air, and skidded to a halt some feet away.
And that was it. Kora could break down the doors in SCION for all she cared. She could drink one of her beers from time to time- hell, she could even listen to that god-awful Norwegian screaming. But no one messed with her Hot Pockets.
âYou fuckinâ bitch,â Stride breathed. Hardly noticing the presence of her team-leader/friend/probable racist, hardly noticing a certain frigid researcher, she launched herself from where she had been standing, moving to tackle the werewolf a la star quarterback champion. While some might have taken more caution in dealing with an escaped cryptid, there were three- no, four- factors that came into play in Strideâs action.
One, she was Stride.
Two, this was Kora she was dealing with. Even when in wolf form, the chick wasnât some evil âlet me rip your heart out and eat itâ type.
Three, if Stride got injured, it would come out of Koraâs paycheck no matter what bullshit âoh it was the wolf not meâ excuse she tried to pull out of her ass.
And, finally, the hybrid was very much craving revenge for being wronged.
Stared and then snorted, brow rising in question. âThe fuck are you,â she said, âeight? Who the hell says âdiarrhea pocketsâ non-ironically?â The next words that came from her coworkerâs lips brought even more snorting from the hybrid, as well as an accompanying release of her crossed arms. âYa know, I really didnât need to know ya wanted to find out what underwear I wore today, Vic. Thatâs pretty much the gayest thing Iâve heard from ya all week.â With that, she raised a hand, preparing herself once again to catch the little delicacy being launched at herâŚ
...Only to watch, palm still up, as Kora threw herself over Kreiosâ head, snatched the pocket from mid-air, and skidded to a halt some feet away.
And that was it. Kora could break down the doors in SCION for all she cared. She could drink one of her beers from time to time- hell, she could even listen to that god-awful Norwegian screaming. But no one messed with her Hot Pockets.
âYou fuckinâ bitch,â Stride breathed. Hardly noticing the presence of her team-leader/friend/probable racist, hardly noticing a certain frigid researcher, she launched herself from where she had been standing, moving to tackle the werewolf a la star quarterback champion. While some might have taken more caution in dealing with an escaped cryptid, there were three- no, four- factors that came into play in Strideâs action.
One, she was Stride.
Two, this was Kora she was dealing with. Even when in wolf form, the chick wasnât some evil âlet me rip your heart out and eat itâ type.
Three, if Stride got injured, it would come out of Koraâs paycheck no matter what bullshit âoh it was the wolf not meâ excuse she tried to pull out of her ass.
And, finally, the hybrid was very much craving revenge for being wronged.
Fucking animals...
He simply sighed before clearing his throat. It was to early for this shit.
" Kora, I have no issue with you bother Oren or even breaking a few walls everynow and again. she can handle her self " he started " But i'd appreciate it if you didn't poke at your co-workers so early in the mornin', If you really want hot pockets that badlly I'll go off post and get you some, but please leave Stride's alone. Besides sounds like Satoru is gonna make us somethin'.
Isaac took note of Victors implications, another thing to deal with.
" And you," he used threatened Victor with the tin bowl of cold spud stew. " Are pushing your luck, Do you really want all of us to sit through that damn four hour "Safe Place" power point presentation about sexual harassment ?" he lowered his bowl, changing his tone for a threat to something softer.
"Just, try and remember this is a work place, even if its slow right now. Stupid antics like this lead to mistrust and bitterness , which causes issues down the road. But I don't want to lecture you all, you all already know this." He shrugged and moved to a table , neatly setting his papers aside and started at the cold stew. He was to tired to deal with this childishness, had this been the service he'd just P.T. them all until they dropped and couldn't act stupid. Or have them mop up wet sand... A smile split his face right before he started at his soup, the idea of making Victor mop up wet sand...
" Kora, I have no issue with you bother Oren or even breaking a few walls everynow and again. she can handle her self " he started " But i'd appreciate it if you didn't poke at your co-workers so early in the mornin', If you really want hot pockets that badlly I'll go off post and get you some, but please leave Stride's alone. Besides sounds like Satoru is gonna make us somethin'.
Isaac took note of Victors implications, another thing to deal with.
" And you," he used threatened Victor with the tin bowl of cold spud stew. " Are pushing your luck, Do you really want all of us to sit through that damn four hour "Safe Place" power point presentation about sexual harassment ?" he lowered his bowl, changing his tone for a threat to something softer.
"Just, try and remember this is a work place, even if its slow right now. Stupid antics like this lead to mistrust and bitterness , which causes issues down the road. But I don't want to lecture you all, you all already know this." He shrugged and moved to a table , neatly setting his papers aside and started at the cold stew. He was to tired to deal with this childishness, had this been the service he'd just P.T. them all until they dropped and couldn't act stupid. Or have them mop up wet sand... A smile split his face right before he started at his soup, the idea of making Victor mop up wet sand...
Victor smirked at Stride's retort. He really did enjoy their back and forth and was certain she did, too. As he settled himself in the seat, Victor's brown eyes widened and he nearly fell backwards as Kora launched herself to snag the Hot Pocket from midair. That caused Vic's combat reflexes to kick in as he purposefully kicked back from the table. Valentine tucked into a backwards roll that had him pop up a few feet back in a ready grappling stance, which he found was the most effective in holding off Werewolves in some one-on-one scenarios.
However, he seemed to relax slightly as it appeared that Kora was distracted with the terrible microwave food item... only to have Stride ready to throw herself at the werewolf. Valentine was ready for this occurrence. It happened fairly often enough. He simply raised his right hand, made a few hand gestures, and muttered to himself in Latin, his voice taking on a bit of a deep, echoing sound.
"Pondera et Motus Negatio, Phoebe."
The spell should have negated the weight and momentum of the Gorgon, leaving her hovering in midair and decidedly NOT tackling the Werewolf. Then... Schofield. "Who are you, again? Why do I...? Oh, wait, you're Thunder Moon's leader, right? Schofield. Sorry, I've got a little on my plate here... stopping Clash of the Titans. But, no, sure. Let's have a chat about workplace etiquette. SCION knows me and who I am. I've been with this group for half of my life. I've left a few times, on my own terms, but for some weird reason they keep asking me back. Now, why do you think that is?" Maybe it was the fact that he was devoting some of his willpower to maintaining a spell that negated the laws of physics as related to a single pissed off Gorgon, but Victor felt a little on the short fused side at the moment. "It's because of shit like this," he said, motioning his head to the Gorgon and Werewolf. "I'll give my best when I'm on missions for Thunder Moon, same as I give my best when I run missions for Blue Moon or my main team, Hunter's Moon. But until then, I'm not your problem. Sir."
With that said, he returned his attention to where it needed to be. He didn't even notice that Satoru had entered, so he simply nodded to the Werecat.
However, he seemed to relax slightly as it appeared that Kora was distracted with the terrible microwave food item... only to have Stride ready to throw herself at the werewolf. Valentine was ready for this occurrence. It happened fairly often enough. He simply raised his right hand, made a few hand gestures, and muttered to himself in Latin, his voice taking on a bit of a deep, echoing sound.
"Pondera et Motus Negatio, Phoebe."
The spell should have negated the weight and momentum of the Gorgon, leaving her hovering in midair and decidedly NOT tackling the Werewolf. Then... Schofield. "Who are you, again? Why do I...? Oh, wait, you're Thunder Moon's leader, right? Schofield. Sorry, I've got a little on my plate here... stopping Clash of the Titans. But, no, sure. Let's have a chat about workplace etiquette. SCION knows me and who I am. I've been with this group for half of my life. I've left a few times, on my own terms, but for some weird reason they keep asking me back. Now, why do you think that is?" Maybe it was the fact that he was devoting some of his willpower to maintaining a spell that negated the laws of physics as related to a single pissed off Gorgon, but Victor felt a little on the short fused side at the moment. "It's because of shit like this," he said, motioning his head to the Gorgon and Werewolf. "I'll give my best when I'm on missions for Thunder Moon, same as I give my best when I run missions for Blue Moon or my main team, Hunter's Moon. But until then, I'm not your problem. Sir."
With that said, he returned his attention to where it needed to be. He didn't even notice that Satoru had entered, so he simply nodded to the Werecat.
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."
----
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."
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."
----
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."
Isaac frowned a bit at Victor. And you've still not learned work place Etiquette or how to follow ranking officers orders?He thought sullenly. Well not exactly ranking officer, but a 'team lead' should probably carry some weight across staff lines, even if it was just a simple show of respect.No point in dealing with something that really didn't matter at the moment. He'd chat with him about that if it kept coming up tho. He let out a heavy sigh, turning back to the cold soup. What a great way to start the day.
"Well thanks for leaving me still completely unsure of why we pay wages to any of you."
And it just got better, Isaac set his jaw so he wouldn't say anything to the queen in a lab coat. Isaac didn't exactly hate the Researcher, but he did despise how she operated, and the air of superiority irked him.
" Well come on then, you heard the lady. Lets go collect Kora for Dr. Kovalenko." Issac said to the group, sounding about as enthusiastic as he had been about doing paper work. He personally didn't think they should have to clean up Oren's mess, but hell why not.
He wondered what exactly Oren wanted an un-equipped group of people to do for her. I mean sure, he had his pistol, and Victor had his magic, and there were the other wolves, but would they make things worse or not? Whole pack mentality and what not.
" Any insight as to how to deal with this Kreious?"
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"Well thanks for leaving me still completely unsure of why we pay wages to any of you."
And it just got better, Isaac set his jaw so he wouldn't say anything to the queen in a lab coat. Isaac didn't exactly hate the Researcher, but he did despise how she operated, and the air of superiority irked him.
" Well come on then, you heard the lady. Lets go collect Kora for Dr. Kovalenko." Issac said to the group, sounding about as enthusiastic as he had been about doing paper work. He personally didn't think they should have to clean up Oren's mess, but hell why not.
He wondered what exactly Oren wanted an un-equipped group of people to do for her. I mean sure, he had his pistol, and Victor had his magic, and there were the other wolves, but would they make things worse or not? Whole pack mentality and what not.
" Any insight as to how to deal with this Kreious?"
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"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."
Kreios shook his head. As much as he couldn't stand her, she was right. Even though she created the problem, it was their job to deal with it.
"I got it."
He jogged down the hallway after Kora, hoping to god she didn't run into anyone else.
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.
"Great." Kreios made his way over to Dinah, and helped her to her feet. "You alright?" He asked calmly, wondering whether he should just let Kora eat for a bit, or just incapacitate her while she wasn't looking. He decided on the latter, that way Dinah could maybe have some of the stag, if there was anything left. Kreios walked up behind her, and locked in a rear scissor choke. "Don't fight it." He whispered lightly into her ear, hoping she'd heed his words. He didn't want to have to fight her full on.
"No the researcher will just go deal with the escaped werewolf. You all sit on your backsides and eat breakfast."
Kreios shook his head. As much as he couldn't stand her, she was right. Even though she created the problem, it was their job to deal with it.
"I got it."
He jogged down the hallway after Kora, hoping to god she didn't run into anyone else.
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.
"Great." Kreios made his way over to Dinah, and helped her to her feet. "You alright?" He asked calmly, wondering whether he should just let Kora eat for a bit, or just incapacitate her while she wasn't looking. He decided on the latter, that way Dinah could maybe have some of the stag, if there was anything left. Kreios walked up behind her, and locked in a rear scissor choke. "Don't fight it." He whispered lightly into her ear, hoping she'd heed his words. He didn't want to have to fight her full on.
âYou asshat!â
It was...humorous, really. In the span of just a few minutes, Stride had gone from charging at full-speed at a rogue werewolf, to floating mid-air, cursing, stretching her limbs as far as they could go in an attempt to reach the ground. There was a few times where the hybrid had- in vain- still attempted to launch a few swings at both Kora-wolf and Victor alike, but she had soon given up the venture in hopes of actually getting back on stable footing. A very colorful choice of words had filled the room throughout Strideâs struggle, followed by a variety of threats and insults aimed in Victorâs direction- including, but not limited to, âYou asshole, when I get down there Iâm gonna beat the everlivinâ shit outta yaâ and âWhat the fuck dâya think youâre doin', you dick, she knows âxactly what sheâs doinâ hereâ.
Her agitation seemed to grow as Kora deliberately tore open her Hot Pocket, only to abandon the precious foodstuff in favor of charging off to god-knew-where. Scowling, Stride reached forth once again in an attempt to grab at a table, all the while using a free hand to make one of the two most well-known signs to anyone above the age of seven towards a certain Mr. Valentine- and not exactly what one would consider a âpeace symbolâ.
âNow sheâs off nâ runninâ again,â she grumbled, although, much to her satisfaction, the hybrid had finally managed to hook her fingertips beneath the surface of a nearby desk. As she attempted to pull herself closer to her makeshift anchor, Stride noted Orenâs complaint about the uselessness of the teams, and found herself scowling at the researcher as she attempted to get down.
âHey, donât go lookinâ at me on this,â Stride barked. âI was gonna try and get Kora under control here, but Mr. Pantytalk here,â a brief gesture in Victorâs general direction before the hand returned to the desk, âwent all Exorcist on me nâ wonât let me get back down. If ya wanna get pissy at someone, blame him.â As if the prove her point of being unable to do much in regards to containing Kora, Stride had found her grip slipping, and, spewing a few more curses at no one in particular, clawed wildly once more to try and find purchase on anything within armâs reach.
She had seen both Kreios and Issac go off in pursuit of a certain wolf, and only one thought could really come to mind at that moment;
Fuckers better not be havinâ a fight without me.
It was...humorous, really. In the span of just a few minutes, Stride had gone from charging at full-speed at a rogue werewolf, to floating mid-air, cursing, stretching her limbs as far as they could go in an attempt to reach the ground. There was a few times where the hybrid had- in vain- still attempted to launch a few swings at both Kora-wolf and Victor alike, but she had soon given up the venture in hopes of actually getting back on stable footing. A very colorful choice of words had filled the room throughout Strideâs struggle, followed by a variety of threats and insults aimed in Victorâs direction- including, but not limited to, âYou asshole, when I get down there Iâm gonna beat the everlivinâ shit outta yaâ and âWhat the fuck dâya think youâre doin', you dick, she knows âxactly what sheâs doinâ hereâ.
Her agitation seemed to grow as Kora deliberately tore open her Hot Pocket, only to abandon the precious foodstuff in favor of charging off to god-knew-where. Scowling, Stride reached forth once again in an attempt to grab at a table, all the while using a free hand to make one of the two most well-known signs to anyone above the age of seven towards a certain Mr. Valentine- and not exactly what one would consider a âpeace symbolâ.
âNow sheâs off nâ runninâ again,â she grumbled, although, much to her satisfaction, the hybrid had finally managed to hook her fingertips beneath the surface of a nearby desk. As she attempted to pull herself closer to her makeshift anchor, Stride noted Orenâs complaint about the uselessness of the teams, and found herself scowling at the researcher as she attempted to get down.
âHey, donât go lookinâ at me on this,â Stride barked. âI was gonna try and get Kora under control here, but Mr. Pantytalk here,â a brief gesture in Victorâs general direction before the hand returned to the desk, âwent all Exorcist on me nâ wonât let me get back down. If ya wanna get pissy at someone, blame him.â As if the prove her point of being unable to do much in regards to containing Kora, Stride had found her grip slipping, and, spewing a few more curses at no one in particular, clawed wildly once more to try and find purchase on anything within armâs reach.
She had seen both Kreios and Issac go off in pursuit of a certain wolf, and only one thought could really come to mind at that moment;
Fuckers better not be havinâ a fight without me.
After snapping at Isaac, Victor turned his attention fully to Stride. Despite just snapping at the Thunder Moon team leader, Vic managed to shake the annoyance from his mind. When he was maintaining spells like this, he tended to get a little unnecessarily... snippy. So, he forced himself to ignore Oren's comment and find the humor in the situation in front of him - the floating hybrid Gorgon. A small grin pulled at the corners of Valentine's mouth as he watched Stride struggle to grab the edge of the nearby table for leverage, but fail completely following Korra's departure and Kreios' chase after her.
"Alright, alright, Phoebe. I'll put you down. I was just trying to stop a fight, is all. Now, I know SOME fights may need to happen for both sides to blow off steam, but that's what they have the sparring area in the exercise rooms for, right? Brace yourself." Victor walked up to stride and gave a small laugh. "Honestum finem," said the Sorcerer, his voice taking on a slight echo as he spoke the words. The spell immediately dissipated, no longer affecting the floating Gorgon.
Victor walked over to the fridge to see if there was anything to snack on. Using spells made him hungry. "Don't worry, I would have never let her make you into a Pinata. That's no bueno."
"Alright, alright, Phoebe. I'll put you down. I was just trying to stop a fight, is all. Now, I know SOME fights may need to happen for both sides to blow off steam, but that's what they have the sparring area in the exercise rooms for, right? Brace yourself." Victor walked up to stride and gave a small laugh. "Honestum finem," said the Sorcerer, his voice taking on a slight echo as he spoke the words. The spell immediately dissipated, no longer affecting the floating Gorgon.
Victor walked over to the fridge to see if there was anything to snack on. Using spells made him hungry. "Don't worry, I would have never let her make you into a Pinata. That's no bueno."
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.
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]
"Is it too late to point out how gay it is to put Stride, panties, and g strings in the same sentence." The voice of these words was a self assured one, with all the subtle tones of an aloof nature that interlocked hands with some greater arrogance. The owner of this voice peeked into the room, all chocolate brown eyes and wide smile. He had a clove cigarette in his mouth, unlit with rolled black paper. Using his tongue he ran it across his top lip, and onto the other side of his mouth. "Also, I'm just going to springboard off of what." Makorai's eyes widened and he threw his hand to his forhead in a hasty, mock salute to Isaac. "Our leader said, I feel like I've heard you say 'Pondera et Motus Negatio' after having female company into your room so I'm going to mention sexual harassment in report just because correlation."
"But I mean." Makorai sighed, and ran his left hand through his, as he thought, impressively coiffed hair. "Let's be real I can't be bothered to write anything."
"Now, moving on from the men in the room." "Oren."
'Oren' was said like Makorai was speaking to a lover, along with the head movement and eye squint of a teen drama protagonist. "You know the lengths I'd go to impress you." Makorai closed the gap between them, but kept at arms length, as he didn't want to be on the receiving end of Oren's retribution for violating her personal space.
"I would apprehend Kora for you, single-handed, if shooting women wasn't against my mantra...perhaps if you were to blow me a kiss I'd find the strength needed to shoot Kora with a tranquilizer"
The vampire turned his cheek sideways to better facilitate the blown kiss he was 90% certain wasn't coming. His eyes moved back over to Valentine as his face turned.
"Also, Valentine, putting Stride and panties in the same sentence is as gay as Dami oiling Kreios's muscles."
"But I mean." Makorai sighed, and ran his left hand through his, as he thought, impressively coiffed hair. "Let's be real I can't be bothered to write anything."
"Now, moving on from the men in the room." "Oren."
'Oren' was said like Makorai was speaking to a lover, along with the head movement and eye squint of a teen drama protagonist. "You know the lengths I'd go to impress you." Makorai closed the gap between them, but kept at arms length, as he didn't want to be on the receiving end of Oren's retribution for violating her personal space.
"I would apprehend Kora for you, single-handed, if shooting women wasn't against my mantra...perhaps if you were to blow me a kiss I'd find the strength needed to shoot Kora with a tranquilizer"
The vampire turned his cheek sideways to better facilitate the blown kiss he was 90% certain wasn't coming. His eyes moved back over to Valentine as his face turned.
"Also, Valentine, putting Stride and panties in the same sentence is as gay as Dami oiling Kreios's muscles."
Isaac marched quietly behind the group, this was all just a big joke to most of the people here.
The position he held had no weight authoritative wise, there wasn't much to say for cross ranks discipline, safety precautions or really any sort of organization. Sure they had one hell of an Intel-network, top notch talent when it came to field work, and hell even he had to give credit to the R&D Unit.
And here he was, just a normal human being, who had stumbled into this whole ball of wax by mistake
Watching the werewolf brawl for a moment and Stride tossing something, probably a Dart or somethin, he scanned the rest of the group.
They were bored...
"Seems like we need an outlet for all this energy." Issac's voice carried well, over some of the other conversations easily.
" After we finish here, We can do some combat practice. Something fast and hard that requires some team work." Issac said it almost as a question. " I'm thinking, Team capture the flag?" This exercise had always done well for him and his team back when he was in the army, for thunder Moon's team members, they all would have more than likely known what Isaac was suggesting actually. It was going to be a capture the flag game in a few acres of woods using Sim-u-nition, a non lethal Chalk based bullet used in S.C.I.O.N's standard field rifle. While non-leathal it still required full protective gear, and eye protection. The rounds had more than enough punch to keep everyone, even Isaac, on their toes when in the game.
He turned to Oren.
" Might do Kora some good before you prod at her again, well if you're gonna prod at her again." He said, almost as if asking permission to invite the other teams to the game. While not exactly out ranking or how ever S.C.I.O.N did their authoritative tree, Isaac viewed Oren as a leader among the Supernaturals at least.
Good or bad, at least it was an attempt to channel this ball of energy into something productive.
The position he held had no weight authoritative wise, there wasn't much to say for cross ranks discipline, safety precautions or really any sort of organization. Sure they had one hell of an Intel-network, top notch talent when it came to field work, and hell even he had to give credit to the R&D Unit.
And here he was, just a normal human being, who had stumbled into this whole ball of wax by mistake
Watching the werewolf brawl for a moment and Stride tossing something, probably a Dart or somethin, he scanned the rest of the group.
They were bored...
"Seems like we need an outlet for all this energy." Issac's voice carried well, over some of the other conversations easily.
" After we finish here, We can do some combat practice. Something fast and hard that requires some team work." Issac said it almost as a question. " I'm thinking, Team capture the flag?" This exercise had always done well for him and his team back when he was in the army, for thunder Moon's team members, they all would have more than likely known what Isaac was suggesting actually. It was going to be a capture the flag game in a few acres of woods using Sim-u-nition, a non lethal Chalk based bullet used in S.C.I.O.N's standard field rifle. While non-leathal it still required full protective gear, and eye protection. The rounds had more than enough punch to keep everyone, even Isaac, on their toes when in the game.
He turned to Oren.
" Might do Kora some good before you prod at her again, well if you're gonna prod at her again." He said, almost as if asking permission to invite the other teams to the game. While not exactly out ranking or how ever S.C.I.O.N did their authoritative tree, Isaac viewed Oren as a leader among the Supernaturals at least.
Good or bad, at least it was an attempt to channel this ball of energy into something productive.
Even in her highest stiletto heels, Lulu Botrelle managed to pass through the garage entrance and move across SCIONâs hardwood floors in complete silence. Not that such quiet grace was a surprise, reallyâ Nothing about her file, stating âvampire; espionage agentâ would indicate a heavy footfall.
Despite being returned from the exact same mission as her teammate Dami (who had entered the house the moment Montana had parked the car,) she looked nothing short of put together: Her hair was twisted into a loose up-do, with a few carefully selected blonde curls framing her face. Her dress, a black, long-sleeved number which fell just above her knees, hugged her curves enough to imply a shape well worth further inspection, but not so much that anyone could dare to call her anything less than a proper lady. The shade of rouge lining her lips was a hue too bright to be bloody, but the effect of a femme fatale could not be missed.
She moved with a quiet sway that demanded attention, and though her steps were silent, anyone around with heightened senses would note her approach.
â¨â¨There were not many others on base willing to invest in a perfume as fine as Chanel No. 5.
â¨â¨So, it was doubtful that anyone but perhaps the humans on staff were alarmed when she stepped around the corner to the kitchen just in time to catch the wrong end of a conversation. â¨â¨
âAfter we finish here, We can do some combat practice. Something fast and hard that requires some team work.ââ¨â¨
She skimmed over the scene of destruction and blood, resisting the urge to make a face at the stench of an animal, and raised one perfectly groomed brow. â¨â¨âYou best watch your tongue, Schofield,â she said, leaning her weight against the doorframe and placing a hand on her hip, âAgent Moore is likely to make an ill-timed appearance, if you insist on âfast, hardâ team builders.â â¨â¨
And then, with an easy smile, âHello Valentine, Saika, everyone.â
Despite being returned from the exact same mission as her teammate Dami (who had entered the house the moment Montana had parked the car,) she looked nothing short of put together: Her hair was twisted into a loose up-do, with a few carefully selected blonde curls framing her face. Her dress, a black, long-sleeved number which fell just above her knees, hugged her curves enough to imply a shape well worth further inspection, but not so much that anyone could dare to call her anything less than a proper lady. The shade of rouge lining her lips was a hue too bright to be bloody, but the effect of a femme fatale could not be missed.
She moved with a quiet sway that demanded attention, and though her steps were silent, anyone around with heightened senses would note her approach.
â¨â¨There were not many others on base willing to invest in a perfume as fine as Chanel No. 5.
â¨â¨So, it was doubtful that anyone but perhaps the humans on staff were alarmed when she stepped around the corner to the kitchen just in time to catch the wrong end of a conversation. â¨â¨
âAfter we finish here, We can do some combat practice. Something fast and hard that requires some team work.ââ¨â¨
She skimmed over the scene of destruction and blood, resisting the urge to make a face at the stench of an animal, and raised one perfectly groomed brow. â¨â¨âYou best watch your tongue, Schofield,â she said, leaning her weight against the doorframe and placing a hand on her hip, âAgent Moore is likely to make an ill-timed appearance, if you insist on âfast, hardâ team builders.â â¨â¨
And then, with an easy smile, âHello Valentine, Saika, everyone.â
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.
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.
Although Korawolf hadnât managed to get close enough to deal any real damage, Stride didnât resist the urge to skip back when it came, putting a nice wedge of distance between her and the less-than-rational creature. Might have been considered a pussy move to some, but the hybrid had no clue how her body would treat wolf spit clogging up the works, and she was in no real mood to find out anytime soon.
It was only when she had seen that Kora was truly and rightly down that Stride made to step forward again, but stopped at Kreiosâ attempt at defending himself- or, well, his decision to throttle a god-damn 400-something pound werewolf, at least.
âLook, I donât wanna know what kinda kinky shit youâre into,â Stride drawled, âbut I donât think ya should go âround tryinâ it on gals whoâre more into clawinâ your face off than anythinâ.â Stride, whose words were the epitome of good advice. Unfortunately, Kreios appeared to have left before he heard her wisdom, leaving the room with 80% less health nut.
Her attention didnât linger on that for long, however, instead switching over two of the party she had earlier neglected- and quickly snorting at the exchange between both. âCouldnâtâve said it better myself,â she noted. Stride enjoyed Lulu, much like she enjoyed some of the other members of Hunterâs Moon. Typically not the types you would consider sitting around playing Mortal Kombat with, but they had a sense of humor she could appreciate. Real dry-like.
At any rate, given the circumstances of their little âmorning awakeningâ, Stride didnât sit around with her thumb up her ass for long. By the time Issac had looked to the local femme fatale for help in covering up Kora, the gorgon had stepped out from the baseâs exit, having disappeared inside after a brief, muttered dismissal.
In her hands was a tablecloth retrieved from the kitchen- still with a bit of orange juice stains from some clumsy newcomer. With little more than an âgot itâ, Stride stepped forward, moving to toss the fabric over a certain ginger. âNo offense to anyone here,â she said, âbut, ah, I donât really think Luluâs got anythinâ thatâd be fittinâ Kora anytime soon.â As if to prove her point, she flung the rest of the tablecloth- recently stained with the orange juice of some clumsy recruit- over the werewolf. It barely managed to cover her.
âThere. Now nobodyâs gotta start strippinâ or any of that shit.â
It was only when she had seen that Kora was truly and rightly down that Stride made to step forward again, but stopped at Kreiosâ attempt at defending himself- or, well, his decision to throttle a god-damn 400-something pound werewolf, at least.
âLook, I donât wanna know what kinda kinky shit youâre into,â Stride drawled, âbut I donât think ya should go âround tryinâ it on gals whoâre more into clawinâ your face off than anythinâ.â Stride, whose words were the epitome of good advice. Unfortunately, Kreios appeared to have left before he heard her wisdom, leaving the room with 80% less health nut.
Her attention didnât linger on that for long, however, instead switching over two of the party she had earlier neglected- and quickly snorting at the exchange between both. âCouldnâtâve said it better myself,â she noted. Stride enjoyed Lulu, much like she enjoyed some of the other members of Hunterâs Moon. Typically not the types you would consider sitting around playing Mortal Kombat with, but they had a sense of humor she could appreciate. Real dry-like.
At any rate, given the circumstances of their little âmorning awakeningâ, Stride didnât sit around with her thumb up her ass for long. By the time Issac had looked to the local femme fatale for help in covering up Kora, the gorgon had stepped out from the baseâs exit, having disappeared inside after a brief, muttered dismissal.
In her hands was a tablecloth retrieved from the kitchen- still with a bit of orange juice stains from some clumsy newcomer. With little more than an âgot itâ, Stride stepped forward, moving to toss the fabric over a certain ginger. âNo offense to anyone here,â she said, âbut, ah, I donât really think Luluâs got anythinâ thatâd be fittinâ Kora anytime soon.â As if to prove her point, she flung the rest of the tablecloth- recently stained with the orange juice of some clumsy recruit- over the werewolf. It barely managed to cover her.
âThere. Now nobodyâs gotta start strippinâ or any of that shit.â
Makorai blinked, eyes opening in unison with his double eyebrow raise. Fast...and hard. Something that require team work. "Mm." Really Isaac? The vampire thought. Those were the words you went with? This wasn't a voice of complaint it was the thoughts of appreciation. He appreciated how easy his team leader had just made his banter.
"If we're doing some fast and hard team building exercises, may I suggest we do a bit of cross department swapping?" His chocolate brown eyes moved over to Lulu's familiar frame. Fresh off of a mission her scent had told his nose. "I believe, and hello Agent, I believe we as a whole would benefit from being thrown out of our element." Makorai accompanied his words with a wide sweeping gesture, ending with a small rotation and flick of his hands.
"I'm interested in seeing how Hunter's Moon operates under this. Fast and Hard training regiment." Mock surprise crossed his face, but it was too subtle in it's use to be a truly comical face.
"Seems we have a member of Hunters moon here! Lulu, would you be willing to show me, Makorai, how fast and hard teamwork is accomplished in your department." Makorai turned his body back towards Isaac, palm on the desk, and leaned a little on his side. His shoe was toe down on the ground, and behind his forward leg.
"Being naked, sir." Solemn nod. "Might help with the trust building between departments. Our wolves often end up naked post transformation, I think..all of us being naked. Is a definite show of solidarity."
"If we're doing some fast and hard team building exercises, may I suggest we do a bit of cross department swapping?" His chocolate brown eyes moved over to Lulu's familiar frame. Fresh off of a mission her scent had told his nose. "I believe, and hello Agent, I believe we as a whole would benefit from being thrown out of our element." Makorai accompanied his words with a wide sweeping gesture, ending with a small rotation and flick of his hands.
"I'm interested in seeing how Hunter's Moon operates under this. Fast and Hard training regiment." Mock surprise crossed his face, but it was too subtle in it's use to be a truly comical face.
"Seems we have a member of Hunters moon here! Lulu, would you be willing to show me, Makorai, how fast and hard teamwork is accomplished in your department." Makorai turned his body back towards Isaac, palm on the desk, and leaned a little on his side. His shoe was toe down on the ground, and behind his forward leg.
"Being naked, sir." Solemn nod. "Might help with the trust building between departments. Our wolves often end up naked post transformation, I think..all of us being naked. Is a definite show of solidarity."
There was little wonder as to why Schofield was not in espionageâ His appreciation for subtle details was nonexistent, as far as Lulu was concerned: She wasnât sure what jacket he would have liked her to cover the bloody werewolf with, nor by what magic she was supposed to stretch something made for her tiny frame over the hulking mass that was Norrevinter. On top of that, the pissy little face that Issac had pulled at Luluâs joke had not gone unnoticed.
â¨â¨All of those things being accounted for, she decided to save the sour expression she was harboring in response to his absurd request for someone who could appreciate the nuances of body language.
â¨â¨Thankfully, Stride swept in with a tablecloth that proved Luluâs point better than any lowly cattiness could have. âThank you, Ms. Stride,â she chirped, and she cast a soft, charming smile in Issacâs direction, adding, âI suppose the size difference would pose a problem, now that I come to think of it.â
â¨â¨As Makorai spoke from inside the doorway behind her, Lulu stepped back into the shadows and watched him, a coy mock-innocence flitting at the corners of her lips. Her weight shifted as she moved toward him and gave a girlish swing of her dress, smiling with a vulpine hunger at his proposition. â¨â¨âI donât know, Mr. Saika,â she cooed, hips swaying as she closed the distance between them so that she could feel his slowed pulse and rest her hand against his chest. With an easy, lazy motion, she pressed one of her legs against his and entwined her foot behind him. âIâm not sure if I could demonstrate that kind of work without my teammates,â she said, looking up at him through thick, dark lashes, âBut I can certainly show you a hard, fast maneuver, if thatâs what youâd like?â
â¨â¨And then, quick as a fox, she swept her foot back and pulled his leg out from under him while shoving hard where her hand had rested against his chest so that he fell to the ground.
Then, with a teasing grin at her work and a sly tone, she said, âYou can take that one with you when they transfer you to Wolf Moon for being a dog, Saika.â
â¨â¨All of those things being accounted for, she decided to save the sour expression she was harboring in response to his absurd request for someone who could appreciate the nuances of body language.
â¨â¨Thankfully, Stride swept in with a tablecloth that proved Luluâs point better than any lowly cattiness could have. âThank you, Ms. Stride,â she chirped, and she cast a soft, charming smile in Issacâs direction, adding, âI suppose the size difference would pose a problem, now that I come to think of it.â
â¨â¨As Makorai spoke from inside the doorway behind her, Lulu stepped back into the shadows and watched him, a coy mock-innocence flitting at the corners of her lips. Her weight shifted as she moved toward him and gave a girlish swing of her dress, smiling with a vulpine hunger at his proposition. â¨â¨âI donât know, Mr. Saika,â she cooed, hips swaying as she closed the distance between them so that she could feel his slowed pulse and rest her hand against his chest. With an easy, lazy motion, she pressed one of her legs against his and entwined her foot behind him. âIâm not sure if I could demonstrate that kind of work without my teammates,â she said, looking up at him through thick, dark lashes, âBut I can certainly show you a hard, fast maneuver, if thatâs what youâd like?â
â¨â¨And then, quick as a fox, she swept her foot back and pulled his leg out from under him while shoving hard where her hand had rested against his chest so that he fell to the ground.
Then, with a teasing grin at her work and a sly tone, she said, âYou can take that one with you when they transfer you to Wolf Moon for being a dog, Saika.â
" Yes ha ha, team lead had a poor choice of words. " He said, hands upturned as if the he had simply given up, he even laughed a bit.
Oren seemed to ignore him, so he let it die. Kora was layin on the sidewalk knocked out. The rest of the people... If you really wanted to call them that.. seemed content dicking around.
" Well, I'm going to take Kora to the medical wing, since it seems we wouldn't have time" He paused and looked at Makorai
with a smirk " for a quicky training session. So, all I ask is show up the meeting if you get paged to do so." He shrugged before going over to Kora. Picking her up table cloth and all, before heading off to the medical wing.
Oren seemed to ignore him, so he let it die. Kora was layin on the sidewalk knocked out. The rest of the people... If you really wanted to call them that.. seemed content dicking around.
" Well, I'm going to take Kora to the medical wing, since it seems we wouldn't have time" He paused and looked at Makorai
with a smirk " for a quicky training session. So, all I ask is show up the meeting if you get paged to do so." He shrugged before going over to Kora. Picking her up table cloth and all, before heading off to the medical wing.
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.
"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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