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Kora Norrevinter

"Ek veit einn, at aldri deyr: domr um daudan hvern."

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

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Full Name: Kora Marie Nørrevinter

Nicknames/Aliases: The Berserker, The Viking, Red Sonja, That Ginger Lunatic

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Species: Werewolf, born-wolf, nordic variant.


Team/Rank: Wolf's Moon, hoping to apply for leadership/ Unofficial liason with the werewolves of Vollr.


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Description: Kora is, shall we say,a rather distinct individual. Over six and a half feet tall, with wild, wavy red hair and pale skin, she comes across as pretty intimidating at first glance. And for many she only becomes more intimidating fro there.

Kora speaks with a distinct accent, closest to norwegian, and is able to speak in english, norwegian, and a strange dialect that is, in fact, Old Norse. She tends to shout whne annoyed, or excited, or trying to emphasize, so she'd rather hard to ignore.

Clothing-wise, most of the time Kora has little interest in dressing up, only tending to don anything very feminine when pressed. Most of the time she exists in a T-shirt and cargo pants. However she is rarely seen without her mjolnir, a little pewter charm in the shape of Thor's Hammer. She wears it nearly all the time, and tends to toy with it when nervous.


Personality: Kora is defined mostly be being quite...intense. In pretty much all ways. If she is angry she is screaming and shouting and breaking things. If she's happy she's also screaming and shouting and breaking things. Most extremes of emotion seem to manifest in destruction of some form, and when she isn't doing any of these she's often listening to far-too-loud heavy metal music or drinking other staffers under the table. She can...grate on people a little.

Kora has a serious trouble controlling her temper, and struggles not to fly into a rage at trivial matters.

Kora has been raised to see herself as destined for greatness. The child of 100 generations of selective werewolf breeding, she feels that she is special, that she is just waiting to show the world something amazing. Whether this is justified or not, remains to be seen.

Stemming from this, Kora is a little bit elitist in regard to werewolf bloodlines. She tends to see herself around the top spot, other old bloodlines below that, other born-wolves below that, and turned wolves at the very bottom. She doesn't mistreat them, but she will sometimes condescend to them and neglect to nderstand why they might be irritated by this. Additionally she tends to mistrust vampires, her bloodline having had a long running ancestral grudge with them, dating back to the roman era.

Whilst she has many faults, Kora is, if nothing else, extraordinarily brave and unflinchingly loyal. She will take a bullet for anyone in SCION, several bullets most likely, and will still probably have enough fight in her to stove in the face of whoever it was holding the gun in the first place.


Skills: Kora is the inheritor of the bloodline's much pried and cultivated power, the Berserker Rage. She is able to vastly increase her physical ability and become impervious to pain for temporary periods, making even her human form dangerous and her werewolf form like a furry tank. When this is invoked her body temperature spikes so high steam begins to rise from her nose and mouth, and contact with her skin will begin to burn and blister a person's skin. This combination results in unrivalled destruction, but is severely debilitating in the long run.

Weaknesses: The Norrvinter bloodline have been selectively breeding for the strongest and most dangerous werewolves for centuries. Unfortunately this sometimes involved marrying within the family. As a result a large number of health problems have been bred into those who inherit the berserker gene. Whilst most werewolves can live longer than the average human, the lifespan for a berserker is usually only around 30 years. Kora's blood vessels will often rupture in response to stress and power usage, and it's not unusual for her to vomit or cough up blood. Inviking berserkrgang only speeds this along, and puts additional pressure on her system, however the pain nullification effects of the ability often prevent her fro realizing this in battle. Kora is aware she doesn't have an awful lot of time left.


Brief History: The Norrevinter bloodline are one of the oldest unbroken lines of werewolves in the supernatural world, able to trace their ancestry back to a pack of germanic tribal werewolves captured by a roman general and transported to Britannia during their occupation for use as gladiators. Supposedly their captor, and keeper for many years, and general and lannister named Caius, was a disguised vampire, and, from this long-remembered act of cruelty, the family developed a long-lasing hostility to the 'parasites'.

During the dark ages, the family worked among humans as soldiers and raiders, becoing chiefs and heroes and sparking the historical accounts of the v 'ulfhednar', the 'men in wolf skin', otherwise known as the viking berserkers. They were revered among the norse culture as 'The Wolves of Odin' and remained in high regard until the norse religion fell into decline, as more of Scandinavia converted to christianity, a faith with no place for their kind.

In the modern era, the Norrevinter still retain quite a bit of political sway in supernatural society. This is despite their rather drastic decline over the years. Plagued by ill-health, very few still exist, but they remain the main link to the more...savage nordic wolves.

The Norrevinter reached an agreement with SCION back in its early days, to offer up their heirs for service with the organization. This allowed their sons and daughters to prove themselves on the field of battle without having to disguise their true natures...and without them having to start wars with other packs or species...something they weren't above doing in the past.

As such, when SCION was revitalized, the organization found themselves saddled with the newest addition to the family, a gangly, shouty and entitled teenager by the name of Kora. Over the next ten years said annoying gangling teenager because a pretty impressive asset to the organization. Kora was loud, uncouth and a stubborn as an ox, but she was also fearless and principled and an incredibly good fighter. She stands on the verge of being made a squad commander, something she's pretty keen on, but other things are also occupying her mind.




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So begins...

Kora Norrevinter's Story

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Kreios awoke to muffled screams cutting into his ears. He looked up, praying to Ares for the strength not to kill Oren. In reecent times, it seemed all she did was experiment with Kora. Kreios considered it disrespectful, but the only place his beliefs would land him with the doc was in an argument he couldn't win.

He stretched his arms out, hopped out of bed, and made his way to his fridge. A handful of spinach, pineapple, two bananas, and a scoop of unflavored taurine. His pre-workout morning shake. Most of the others in the building thought it was disgusting, but it didn't bother Kreios. He started off with a light jog, heading into the gym. Most of his time here was spent training with Montana, but generally the morning workout was by himself. He finished up an hour and a half later, exiting the gym, and once again, making his way to the fridge. Two oatmeal pancakes, and one boiled egg, chased down with a handful of spinach and a tall glass of chocolate milk.

Some old rock echoed through his ears as he passed Strides' room, heading into the training gym. Kreios usually spent at least a half hour hitting the heavy bag and training his striking. Muay Thai and Dutch Kickboxing were his specialties, along with Jiu Juitsu and wrestling. 11th degree blackbelt in Jiu Juitsu, Arjan Khan in Muay Thai, and a certified seinior instructor in both kickboxing and wrestling.

Once finished, he showered off, threw on a sleeveless shirt, a pair of jeans, made his way into the living room and sat down. He was looking forward to having some company.

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Stride had seen a lot of things through her career.

In such an organization of SCION, it only made sense. Scattered pieces of someone who had ended up as some werewolf’s Happy Meal. Humans in the midst of turning into a vampire or whatever the cryptid of the day was, bodies warped and twisted in agony as venom flooded their system. Hell, it wasn’t uncommon to see random, unrelated junkies writhing in abandoned alleys during missions, left there to die in their own piss by whoever had sold them the stuff.

But this?

This was, hands-down, one of the sickest, disturbing, most depraved sights that Stride had ever come across.

“Fucking bitch stole my Hot Pockets again.”

Scowling deeply at the interior of the community fridge, Stride took yet another look through its contents, as if, by some odd magic, her little packages of trans-fat heaven would somehow reappear on one of the shelves. There was a fuck ton of Kreios’ health foods within (health foods that earned little more than a once-over), a slice of cake with a note warning that its owner had licked it, a half empty bottle of sriracha, a tub of some unidentifiable stew….But, much to her dismay, there was not a single Pocket in sight. Letting out yet another grumbled curse, Stride settled herself on fishing out a box of pizza bites before shutting the door and stalking over to the microwave. This was the third time this week that Kora had stolen her shit- shit that she bought with her own money- instead of just doing the least dickish thing and getting something from the vending machine or something.

Two minutes later, the hybrid was progressing through the hallways, a can of soda in hand and a mess of melted cheese and sauce taking up whatever inch of space it could. She occasionally tossed the mass about her mouth as she walked, rolling it about in an effort to keep it from scalding her tongue too badly. Granted, it didn’t really do much, but it was better than keeping what felt like molten fire sitting in one place for long. Eventually downing it with the help of her beverage, Stride soon took a sharp turn in the hall and ridded the distance between herself and her room- noticing only then the loud blasting of music coming from her room, blaring through the walls.

It looked like she had forgotten to turn it off before her recent mission.

After giving that idea a moment of thought, Stride shrugged it off, pulling her mask down with a finger, tossing a few more pizza bites into her mouth, then pulling it back again with a wipe of her sleeve. Listening to some Guns n’ Roses for a few...several...many hours would probably do them some good- most of her coworkers had shit taste in music, after all. Fishing her keys from her jacket pocket, Stride opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside, popping her neck as she did so.

It was good to be home.

Upon finishing her shower and getting properly dressed, the sound of pained howling began to sprawl throughout the building, managing to reach the silvette’s room despite the many walls between it and the walls. Raising her head from a particularly stubborn shoelace knot, Stride paused, cocking her head for a moment as she listened before returning to her struggle. It seemed that Kora ended up stuck in the labs, again, today- something that brought a soft “damnit” from the fighter’s lips as she straightened, moving to enter the halls once more. It looked like she would have to wait some time before bitching the wolf out about her owing Stride a few bucks. Or a new box of Hot Pockets.

Wiping some of the dust from off the exterior of her goggles, Stride made her way to the common room, and almost immediately plopped herself down upon one of the larger couches there. She made no effort to sit in a respectable manner, instead kicking her boots upon the arm of the seat and stretching her full height out as she lounged. Once she was comfortable enough to her liking, Stride tucked her hands beneath her head, peering at her company from out of the corner of her eye.

“Kreios.” Another glance at the other, and then, “Guessin’ ya got your dose of steroids for the day, champ?”

It had to be said, really.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko
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Oren scratched a few readings down on her notes.

Whilst people tended toward the more technological, she was a child of the 1920's, and had a measure of mistrust for anything too non-tangible. She had learned th eusuage of computers as a necessity rather than out of any kind of appreciation for the things. Most of her research notes existed in paper form and were backed up digitally, to make it easier to compile them into the data she was after.

Oren was attempting to create proper scientific studies on the cryptid species and document their abilities in concrete terms. SCION allowed a unique opportunity for that. Though the sample size was little and the participant were...

Oren paused. The snarling and crashing had stopped. Never a positive sign.

The vampire set her notes down and walked back toward the window to find the thing crouched against one wall, its elongated, animal head turned towards the door on the other side. Sealed, of course. But...sealed enough to repel a wall of muscle and fur and teeth flying at it was a little more questionable.

It lined up, burst forward, and collided with the door with a crash, sending cracks spidering up the sides of the wall.

Oren reached up and purposefully pressed a finger on the intercom.

"Kora I know that you know exactly what you're doing and if you do it I will make sure this comes out of your pay."

Another line up, another charge, more cracks.

"Norrevinter. Don't you dare."

The beast cast a glance towards her for a moment, meeting her gaze for an instant before it shot forwards a final time and tore the exit door clean off its hinges, sending it screeching down the corridor and leaving a trail of spark behind it, right as the hulking red beast dashed out of the chamber and into the hallway. A transformed werewolf running free in the complex. Beautiful.

"Fucking werewolves..." The Doctor sighed, running a gloved hand down her face, before hurrying over to the door.

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“Kreios.” Another glance at the other, and then, “Guessin’ ya got your dose of steroids for the day, champ"

Every single morning Stride made some kind of joke pertaining to his body structure.

"Yes ma'am. I got you something while I was out yesterday, too." Kreios jumped up, jogged to his room, grabbed a hot pocket out of his fridge, and tossed it to her. He knew how much she loved them, and, quite frankly, he was debating on trying one, but decided against it. This way it wouldn't go to waste sitting on his dresser.

Kreios always enjoyed Strides' company, she was very different from anyone he'd ever met. Most of his pack were like him, minus the skill, and control. Many said he would've been the next alpha had he stayed, but that wasn't his goal. He wanted to experience beyond what his pack could offer. And SCION was the best way to do it. He'd been here for a long time, and he loved every second of it. Especially working with Kora, Stride, and Montana. They were all very unique, and all respected his lineage. After all, they did make two movies based on his ancestors.

And then, BANG. Kora's wolf form sprinted down the hall. Kreios laughed, Oren had it coming. He thought of transforming, but decided two werewolves running around was just unnecessary. His eyes caught hers, and he smiled. He walked towards her, hand out, fully expecting her to swipe. He turned his palm towards her, showing her that he wasn't here to fight. She might have been able to understand him if he had've spoke, but this was the best way to communicate with her most feral instincts while she was transformed. He took a knee about four feet away, hoping to god she'd calm down enough to communicate with him through some means.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Victor Roman Valentine
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"...No, YOU'RE the best, Gracie! Give my regards to... uh... Anna, right?" A masculine, gravely voice called out as a form emerged, hop stepping into the hallways.

"You stay away from my daughter, Valentine. I don't care that you just did me a favor, she's off limits. I know your reputation," a deep feminine voice called after him.

The smirking form, of course, belonged to none other than one Victor Roman Valentine, infamous Sorcerer and, oftimes, irredeemable asshole. But the guy had it where it counts, right? Guys? Guys? Anyhow, the sound of bare feet slapping the ground could be heard just beneath the unmistakable humming of "Walking On Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves. Standing just under six feet tall, Valentine was barefoot and otherwise clad in beaten blue jeans and darker blue button-up, sleeves rolled to the elbows. On his left wrist was a leather cuff inlaid with nordic runes - shield charm. His right wrist held three interwoven metal bands of silver, cold iron, and meteor - wards against attack by various supernatural beings. An otherwise plain golden ring worn on his right thumb held inscriptions on the interior - nerd stuff/enchantment. On an iron bead chain necklace barely visible beneath his shirt were various small charms and wards of varying origins - varying pre-made spells, charms, enchantments, and wards. Lastly, if one looked close enough, tattoos could be seen inlaid in the flesh of Victor's forearms, hands, neck, and feet. Done in UV Ink, the barely visible tattoos were etched all over his body and provided the man with his last trump card in the face of certain death. What does it do? Pray that Victor never has to resort to it.

As Victor rounded the corner, he sighted a charging red blur at the end of the hall, headed his direction. With only a slight widening of the eye, a light uptick in the right corner of the mouth, and without skipping a beat in his humming, Victor spun around and casually leaned against the hard wall, just out of sight. Valentine began to rub the thumb ring with his right forefinger. Just as his otherwise brown eyes took on a brief green glow, Vic became invisible and with it, the humming ceased.

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Aconite... felt like a doll. No he wasn't in his dryad form but that didn't seem to matter. Here he was, sitting on Maddie's chair all primp and proper while the vampire fussed over him. He hadn't had this much attention on him in ages. It was overwhelming as much as it was nice. He generally didn't like a whole lot of attention on him but since it brought out a certain fear and shyness in the dryad. However, he liked Maddie. Maddie sometimes reminded him of Elliot and he did so miss his old friend. Thought Elliot never did try and dress Aconite up in frilly dresses or anything. Elliot was more about getting some clothes on him so he didn't run around naked as was his true want. That would only bring more unwanted attention to him after all. He remember Elliot constantly commenting that he should join a nudist colony or something. Aconite smiled at the thought and Maddie suddenly paused in applying the lipstick to his mouth, lifting the balm away with a curious expression.

Aconite blushed light and brought his lips back to the position Maddie had asked for. "Sorry," he said softly." The vampire gave an encouraging smile at that, and, murmuring for the other to relax, continued with his work.

Aconite brought is oceanic eyes down as he tried to look down at himself. He felt very odd but it wasn't too bad. As a dryad his clothes were often flowy and silky so the material wasn't a huge change though he did admit he had never worn a dress before. IT felt odd not wearing pants. Then again, it was kind of like he was 'nude' since he didn't feel the fabric.

The young dryad tugged at the end of his dress then. It was a pretty little summer dress. Thin straps rested on his slender shoulders and it was a soft green to match his hair. The print itself was mostly plain but there were a couple of flowers on the bottom of the dress fashioned like daisies. A white belt rested around his waist to give him a more hourglass shape. The vampire had yet to accessories him but that would happen after the make up was complete apparently. Madison had already done his hair up in a mess bun since Aconite's hair refused to be contained wholeheartedly and Aconite nearly bit Madison's hand off when he tried to use hair spray. That was one thing he would not budge on. At least the long strands that curled around his face softened the sharpness in his face and gave him a more feminine look along with whatever else the vampire was doing to his face.

Aconite fidgeted a bit more. He had been sitting still for so long! He wanted to move! He didn't like sitting still and he was getting rather impatient. "Are we done yet?" he whined. Then he heard the screams. He gasped and jumped in his seat causing Maddie to leave a black streak on his cheek. Ooops. He couldn't help it! He looked up at his friend through his long lashes in a puppy dog 'love me, I am sorry' face complete with a pout. He hadn't meant to mess up Maddie's work.

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On instinct, Stride’s hand lifted to catch the foreign object, fingers wrapping snugly about it and bringing it up for inspection. Upon properly seeing what it was, she cracked a grin beneath her mask, and, after giving a one-handed salute to Kreios, stuffed the microwave meal safely away in her pocket for the time being. For all that she wanted to dig in, she didn’t exactly want to chip a tooth on a frozen brick anytime soon- out of all the ways she could possibly get injured, that would probably be the most demeaning.

“Maybe I should have ya start holdin’ shit like this more often,” Stride drawled, taking a moment to clasp both hands behind her head and recline further. “Don’t think Kora would go lookin’ through your granola sandwiches, or whatever the hell ya eat these days, anytime soon.” From what she knew of the werewolf, Kora would be far more inclined to raid the vending machines than spend the time pawing through rows of cabbages for something sweet. Granted, it wouldn’t exactly be the best option for SCION’s budget...or the custodial staff...but Kora had started a war that Stride wasn’t planning on losing anytime soon.

Well, two wars, actually, if one were to count the little contest between them to see who could blare their music the loudest, but that was irrelevant for the time being.

Suddenly, a crash had echoed throughout the building, followed by the approaching scrape of claw against tile (among numerous other sounds which Stride hardly cared to identify). Speak of the devil...Rising from her spot on the couch, the hybrid took a second to crack her knuckles before moving to glance out into the hall. From where she stood, she could see Kreios making an attempt to “tame” Kora; an attempt that brought a slight chuckle from Stride.

“Ya know, I don’t think she’s gonna settle down so easy, ‘less ya have a Snickers bar up your sleeve or some shit like that.” As she spoke, the fighter took up a leisurely position against the doorframe, one hand folded against her chest, the other left to dangle at her side.

Said hand also dangled quite nicely out of view, giving ample opportunity to grab the tazer attached to her hip.

For all that could be said about Stride, one couldn’t deny that she was, at the very least, prepared.

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With Stride leaning against the doorframe, the hot pocket slid out of her pocket and floated into the air. As notice was taken of the theft, the air sizzled slightly as Victor Valentine rematerialized against the wall next to the doorframe, hot pocket in hand. "I have no clue why you like these things, Phoebe. Might as well call them lava diarrhea pouches," said the sorcerer with a half grin. Just then, Vic's eyes widened slightly as he quickly nabbed the golden ring off of his thumb, juggled it back and forth a bit between his hands, and slid it into his right pocket. "YOW! Note to self: next time you craft a One Ring, work out the cooldown kink," Valentine muttered, somewhat embarrassed.

Valentine didn't need to look back at Stride to know that she'd be glaring daggers at him for nabbing her unsavory treat. "Alright, alright. No need for you to get your panties in a bunch," said Vic as he tossed the hot pocket to the gorgon. "Do kids still say panties? Or do they trend to the sexier words, like thongs, or g-strings...or whatever weird, but intriguingly-sexy, undergarments they've invented?" Victor pushed himself off of the wall and walked to the table. "I'm gonna hide out in here until Big Red calms her tits. Wait, do they still have those after they transform? I really need to pay more attention in the briefings..." Of course Victor knew the answer to his own question. The guy was practically a living repository of knowledge, magical and supernatural. But if he let on... well, that just meant everyone - including his foes, which were numerous - would be that much more prepared and unlikely to slip up.

Victor slid into the seat, shoved his hands into his pockets, and propped his bare feet on the table, still grinning that cocky grin of his.

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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.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Victor Roman Valentine
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The Kora-wolf was running at full tilt down the hallway, its hand-paws pulling up chunks of the surface as it went at an awkward, semi-quadrupedal gait that was far faster than one would think it would be. Such was the force behind it that when Kreios stepped out, the creature had to lean in sideways and dig its pawlike feet into the linoleum to avoid colliding with him. And there it stopped momentarily, catching its breath, trailing wires and shreds of clothing behind it.

The beast regarded Kreios for a moment, eyeing him up with its large, greyish eyes, but soon the gaze flickered away as something else caught its attention. The creature lined up, took off at a run on all-fours and leapt clean over the other werewolf, thundering though to where Stride and Victor stood...just in time to snatch the hot pocket in mid throw without breaking its momentum.

The wolf halted some distance away and turned, the food item half encased in the thing's enormous jaws, a look of intense defiance on its animal features.

It was at that point that Oren hurried onto the scene, with a clipboard and an expression of exasperation.

"Norrevinter I swear to god if you ever want to see a pay cheque again in your life you're going to cut this fuckery out and get back to the research block. I really don't have time to go chasing after you and your damage bill has already skyrocketed." the vampress growled.
"And don't think for a minute that I don't know you're doing this deliberately."

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“Ya know, I don’t think she’s gonna settle down so easy, ‘less ya have a Snickers bar up your sleeve or some shit like that.” She was partially right, a snickers bar probably would've tamed the wolf-beast much faster, but it wasn't a true test of his skills. "This always used to work on the less developed members of my clan on a full moon. Mind you, they held no control over the beast." This was where Kreios assumed his strategy would prove to fail. He had her for a moment, but then, he lost her.

"Damn." Kreios whispered to himself as she leaped clean over his head, grabbing a hot pocket out of mid-air. It was at this point Oren rushed herself into the situation.

"Norrevinter I swear to god if you ever want to see a pay cheque again in your life you're going to cut this fuckery out and get back to the research block. I really don't have time to go chasing after you and your damage bill has already skyrocketed." the vampress growled.
"And don't think for a minute that I don't know you're doing this deliberately."

Kreios shot her a look that said something along the lines of "This is your problem as much as it is hers." He stood up, and walked away from the situation, effectively, it was no longer his problem. Kreios didn't like most vampires, but the things that he heard coming from Orens office sometimes, he wondered whether she was Hecate reincarnate, but had his doubts. She treated everyone pretty much the same, no matter who they were within the organization. He stood back, hoping Kora would be sensible enough to stop the rampage before someone ended up forcing her to calm down.

His eyes caught hers for a moment as he passed her. Even in this form, they brought Kreios peace.

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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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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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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 “lava diarrhea pockets” 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. “The fuck are you,” she said, “eight? Who the hell says ‘diarrhea pockets” non-ironically?” The next words that came from her coworker’s lips brought even more snorting from the hybrid, as well as an accompanying release of her crossed arms. “Ya know, I really didn’t need to know ya wanted to find out what underwear I wore today, Vic. That’s pretty much the gayest thing I’ve heard from ya all week.” With that, she raised a hand, preparing herself once again to catch the little delicacy being launched at her…

...Only to watch, palm still up, as Kora threw herself over Kreios’ 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.

“You fuckin’ bitch,” 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 Stride’s action.

One, she was Stride.

Two, this was Kora she was dealing with. Even when in wolf form, the chick wasn’t some evil “let me rip your heart out and eat it” type.

Three, if Stride got injured, it would come out of Kora’s paycheck no matter what bullshit “oh it was the wolf not me” excuse she tried to pull out of her ass.

And, finally, the hybrid was very much craving revenge for being wronged.

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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...

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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.

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The wolf was eyeing Stride, seeming to see her current situation more as an advantage to make the most of, and was ripping its clandestine goods open a little way out of the gorgon's reach.

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

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

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


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It had been a fine morning for Dinah Fox.

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

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

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

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

"What the hell is that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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." 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.

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“You asshat!”

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 Stride’s struggle, followed by a variety of threats and insults aimed in Victor’s direction- including, but not limited to, “You asshole, when I get down there I’m gonna beat the everlivin’ shit outta ya” and “What the fuck d’ya think you’re doin', you dick, she knows ‘xactly what she’s doin’ here”.

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 “peace symbol”.

“Now she’s off n’ runnin’ again,” 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 Oren’s complaint about the uselessness of the teams, and found herself scowling at the researcher as she attempted to get down.

“Hey, don’t go lookin’ at me on this,” Stride barked. “I was gonna try and get Kora under control here, but Mr. Pantytalk here,” a brief gesture in Victor’s general direction before the hand returned to the desk, “went all Exorcist on me n’ won’t let me get back down. If ya wanna get pissy at someone, blame him.” 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 arm’s 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 havin’ a fight without me.

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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."

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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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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Dinah Fox
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Kreios took the blow well, but not well enough to keep his grip tight enough to hold her. He stood quickly, ready to lock up with her, and praying he wouldn't have to shift to keep up with her. Wouldn't be good for Scion to have two werewolves running through the building.

"Don't do something we're both going to regret, Kora. You've proven your' point. I'm sure Oren's not going to come knocking for you anytime soon. Matter of fact, if you'd like, I'll take the morning torture routines. "

Kreios had hope that she was in control enough to heed his words. They'd both end up hurting each other in a fight, and that wasn't what Scion needed, especially not now. Their team was leaderless, and Kreios was frustrated. It felt as though they needed babysitting, that werewolves couldn't govern themselves. It was necessary for the time being, however. There were no other options, nobody had proven themselves an adequate leader for the squad.

And as for Dinah, she was right, but what else was he to do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stride did the fun thing, first.

She laughed.

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Dinah Fox
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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.

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