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Christina Eberhart-Taroni

Knowledge is power, magic is might.

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a character in “SCION”, as played by ianna_334

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Full Name: Christina Eberhart-Taroni

Nicknames/Aliases: Charm, Chriss

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Species: Sorceress


Post/Rank: Lore Expert



Description: Christina has long black hair that she keeps in elaborate but practical hairstyles, while out on the field she settles for a harsh bun in the absence of mirrors and styling tools. Her eyes are a pale green hazel. She is of average height, and a healthy weight for her age, but she is not built to be physically offensive.
Her personal style is more long skirts and billowing sleeves, but at work Christina dresses practically, in clothing that won’t get caught in doors and is usually charmed to be fire resistant. A typical work outfit is slacks and a button down shirt. However, she usually has several charms on her person in forms of jewelry, made of cheap material that will break easily


Personality: Christina comes off as very prideful, but this is the result of her need to prove herself even without her parents’ mentorship. She is stubborn to a fault and completely self reliant, all of which makes her someone who will not ask for help until it’s almost too late. Any implication (even imagined ones) that she is somehow inferior to others send her into a coldly defensive rage. Normally, however, she is helpful, open, cheerful and talkative. She is used to being on her own and has trouble being on a team, but in social situations prefers to be with groups of people. She loves to be flattered.


Skills: Specializes in infusing objects with magic that activates when that object breaks. She is also very skilled in creating new spells, but has failed to realize her natural talent as she searches for a link to her dead parents - the very ability she has never trained to full potential. Another talent is both “search and find” spells, as well as summoning spells. Christina knows the theory and workings inside out, and has memorized more than a few examples, from the years she’s spent trying to either locate or call her family spellbook to her. She is also good at researching and extrapolating data. She also has police training, having worked as an officer for a year before being noticed by SCION.

Weaknesses:
-Is very keen to prove herself, to the point where she avoids asking for help at almost all costs
-Has no access to her family spellbook, so unlike most sorcerers, she has no unique tricks up her sleeves


Brief History: Christina is missing a lot of her childhood memories, beyond the normal forgetfulness of age. What she knows of her family is brief impressions of caring and warmth and everything else is supplied by reading. She was orphaned at the age of three, then adopted by a different sorcerer family, who taught her about magic. When her fellow sorcerers began to learn how to summon their spellbooks, she learned that her own was missing, and endured teasing for this fact, making her determined to prove that spellbook or not, she could bring honour to her family line. She began to study search-and-find spells, as well as summoning spells, hoping to recall the coveted book and in the process discovered the affinity of her bloodlines. As advised by her adopted parents, she took the name "Eberhart-Taroni" when she moved out of their house and immediate protection. She studied to become a police officer and was employed as one for a year before her use of magic during a chase brought her to the attention of the newly reformed SCION, who had spoken with her father about utilizing the research that got him killed. Even though the young woman knew nothing of the research, she was still skilled enough to be offered a position in the SCION ranks. Hoping that she could get closer to her personal goal through SCION's greater focus on the supernatural, Christina accepted, and soon the young officer was "transferred" to a new division and the communication information was mysteriously lost during the move.



Other: -Occasionally has flashbacks to a woman with dark hair leaving her behind
-Looks several years younger when her hair is let down
-She is somewhat vain at times and loves to be flattered

So begins...

Christina Eberhart-Taroni's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Kate Opal Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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It was then, soundlessly, that a woman appeared near the wall. She blinked rapidly, raised her hands before her face and turned them back and forth, then grinned widely.
“Yes!” she cheered quietly to herself, before nodding at the superiors. “Hello sirs, madams. Got the message, didn’t want to cause problems with disembodied voices speaking out of nowhere.” She inclined her head, heavy with layered and wrapped braids, in a sheepish manner before she next spoke. “I was testing a new invisibility capsule, and I overpowered the thing. The container exploded but successfully released the magic, turning me invisible. I didn’t want to waste resources when I knew it would wear off eventually…” Christina trailed off, wondering if she should reveal that it had been three days and that several employees where under the impression that a poltergeist had been hired. “But I did come immediately to the briefing, I have been listening intently.” She shot a quick glance around the room at that, as several of the comments made had not impressed her, and only her professionalism had stopped her from taking advantage of the invisibility to play a trick or two on some of the mouthier agents. “I would be pleased to go along with group one, but of course I will apply myself to any other objective if so instructed.” she smiled at Oren then, as she had just missed being able to ward off the complaint about very few people wanting to help the vampire out.
The sorceress stepped back demurely and waited.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Scarlet Wilkson Character Portrait: Kate Opal Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Crystal Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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It didn’t take long for Stride to realize that she had been disregarded, and even less for her usual scowl to knot her features at the fact. While she couldn’t exactly start giving out not-so-passive-aggressive comments given the situation- after all, a cut in her paycheck was one of the last things she wanted- so she merely settled herself for sulking somewhat at the lack of attention her words received.

Nevertheless, it didn’t take long for her to calm once again, listening to Kate and Kora’s comments respectively before chuckling appreciatively. “These chicks get it,” Stride called. “But, anyway, as much as I love watchin’ random rookies n’ sorcerer guys waltzin’ around, I got a few questions ‘bout the mission again.”

Taking a moment to dust her goggles clean with the end of her sleeve, Stride glanced up at the superiors once again, bobbing her head slightly in an odd attempt at courtesy. “Not to be rude, but, uh, d’you know how long we’ll be out on the mission? Just so we can bring the right stuff n’ all.”

Before Stride could take a moment to compose her next inquiry, however, a sudden voice sounded out in the room. She blinked in surprise for a moment, and then proceeded to glance over in the direction that it had came from- and then do a double-take, given the fact that the woman leaning against the wall hadn’t been there before.

The explanation given was enough to make sense of the event, however.

Invisibility stuff.

Definitely explained the stories about random things floating that she’d picked up on.

Casually, Stride gave a nod of acknowledgement, as well as a “Mornin’,” before turning back to the head of the table, as if the sudden appearance of one of her coworkers was simply a daily occurrence. “Uh, if you all don’t mind, ‘nother question; I know you all said ‘two for group one’ n’ all, but I can’t remember you sayin’ anythin’ about the other two. There any, uh, minimum for them, or just as many as possible?”

Better to ask just in case, Stride supposed. Didn’t want to end up missing any important details, and besides; she saw no real harm in asking a few questions here and there.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Valerie "Kitty" Valentine Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Crystal Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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"Us being the operative word here Kora." Montana idly brushed himself as he spoke. New recruits. Normally he would dismiss Kora's bravado, as he'd heard it for the past ten years. Context was important, and context he'd give. "As an organization, it's fair to say they don't have the power to take us down. As individuals an organization of cultists could catch on on a bad day."

"Though I'd like to see them try, given the fact I think we're the best there is at what we do."

Equal parts caution and bravery. Good.

The next voice that spoke, came from their formally invisible sorceress. The length and reason for her invisibility, as well as her sudden appearance, drew another smile across Montana's face. He was obviously amused. He planned to make good use of her less volatile enchantments on their outing...and perhaps a few of her more volatile ones as well.

Sometimes a good gamble got you out of a sticky situation.

"Glad you could join us Ms.Eberhart-Taroni."

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Valerie "Kitty" Valentine Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Crystal Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Alexander Wiseman


Alexander simply waved leo's comment off as he addressed the werecat " Saffiya my dear..why did you not tell them to let you lead with that... cults practicing magic is worrisome.. Human sacrifice magic even more so... and its linked with the wolves to add the proverbial cherry on top" he said for once addressing one of the leaders by her first name, more so in a sign that his words should not be taken all that seriously, though with the commotion that followed round him they probably wouldn't take much notice.

Along with most of the room his attention was brought to the new recruits, who had in spectacular fashion managed to garner more attention than they intended, however he stayed quite content in simply watching the situation unfold as various people chastised the recruits. Though soon he decided to speak up, towards now visible woman who had just appeared " That explains the wall seeming to give off body heat"

" Speak of team composition's as some have suggested" he motioned to Stride with his hand " I think the limits will be as needed... For example it would be Extremely useful if i could borrow Norrevinter for the first meeting with the wolves but then give her to team two to police the festival" he changed his focus onto Kora " Of course if that's acceptable to you.. it would only be for the wolves.... i will spare you from listening to cryptic shit when i go speak with the vampires"

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Kate Opal Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Crystal Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Issac haddn't seen Fel's movement so he couldn't react to that.

"Don't be such a pussy, Schofield. This is investigation, not going to - "
Issac listened to Kora with his moot face, He respected her as a co-worker but questioned her blood-lust since he had met her. He smirked at the Roman bit and Montana again, clarifying what Issac had meant. He'd have to thank the man later.

Issac found him self nodding to Strides comments, tossing those into his considerations as well.

Christina appeared as if from thin air, Issac seemed not to notice, he'd probably ask her about it later tho.

Liam had spoken to the group as a whole, the 10 year old side showed fairly well.
Issac gave an apologetic smile and shrugged his shoulders. " I''ve seen many FNGs with the same spark meet an early grave because of lack of planning, not just in this organization." Several faces skirted the edges of Issac vision, and he felt his stomach slither down through his bones and gather at his boots like sand. He'd rather not lose anymore comrades, egotistical or otherwise. " As for your liability, well we are a bit like the knights of the round table here now arnt we? Would you really be here ;if you were going to be a liability I mean?" he'd talk a bit more to the new recruits if they pressed for conversation but his attention would fade, politely, back to the groups discussion rather quickly.

Issac watched the rest of the group as the conversation went round and round, he'd wait to speak again until it was his time again.

" If the first group would like a little extra security I wouldn't mind going with them" He chimed in while the others requested positions, later when the conversation circled back he added " Assuming we do as Alex suggested and the plan works well, what are we gonna do if we do make contact? Less than lethal, or shall we burn that bridge when we cross it?"

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Kate Opal Character Portrait: Valerie "Kitty" Valentine Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Crystal Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Christina smiled a bit when several other reacted with shock to her reappearance to visibility. The young trainee's, Crystal's reaction, was especially amusing, though the girl played it cool pretty well after the initial shock.
"Yes, good morning everyone!" she greeted, looking around at those that had spoken specifically, then turned to address Montana and Alexander individually. "Technically, I was here from the start," -said cheekily, to Montana- and "So you could sense me but not see me, right?" -asked of Alexander, while she pulled out a small notepad, that was scribbled over with notes already, to record the vampire's information.
The goal had not been complete invisibility, only visual disappearance and Christina was sure she'd succeeded from the tests she'd done during the three days she'd waited for the capsule to wear off. First things, first, it was clear that she'd vastly overpowered the charm, which had been meant for 12 hours, not approximately...68. She jotted that down as well, after checking her watch twice to make sure. And the overpowered nature of the charm also meant that either her calculation had gone completely wrong Unlikely she thought, or she'd made a mistake in the etching More likely, or the two most likely, either that the material or shape had somehow amplified the power, or that it had somehow sucked in excess magic before affecting her. More notes were written down before she again looked up.
"All good questions," she chirped, flipping to a fresh page in her notepad. She fixed her eyes on the mission heads, waiting to hear their answers and then write down the responses.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Kate Opal Character Portrait: Valerie "Kitty" Valentine Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Crystal Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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"Technically you were my dear." He replied, shooting a playful wink back in her direction. "But regarding our current matters, Mr.Wiseman," He turned his head to face the Elder Vampire when he spoke. "Given the sordid history between Vampires and Werewolves they might not react well to your questioning."

His face grew thoughtful for a moment.

"Then again, that might work in our favour, a violent outburst, if maintained, can lead to useful information." "Possibly of course, it's always possible they know nothing, however unlikely. For that reason I second the idea to have rotating teams. Aside from those escorting Ms.Kovalenko of course. They will be working with her for hours at a time, and I'd rather not see their cover compromised. Or their train of thought disrupted."

"New recruits, I hail from a Cold War era of espionage. I will not be openly interacting with many of you. If I receive a message via earpiece, and it's not urgent, I will wait a minute or two to respond, or not respond at all. The same for messages received on our devices."

Also drop boxes, but he wouldn't mention that now. Some methods he'd prefer to keep to himself and one or two other people.

"Your cover is important. Practice it. Posing as lovers or friends is common, but it must be practiced. You must look and be comfortable around that person. It makes exchanging information and moving as partners much easier. If you have a skill, work it into your persona, be yourself. Or someone else, it's up to you."

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Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Katerina Jones, street vendor. A cover that went several layers deep, especially as unlike most of the others, Christina was flying commercial. Of course, her more volatile charms had been stowed with special care and put in the reliable hands of Roderic Montana, who, having used them often enough, knew how to make sure nothing triggered the explosive/corrosive/generally destructive magic. Her own luggage was filled with unenchanted (as of yet) pendants and some experimental designs that she was thinking of using for new containments. Each set had to be unique, after all, or have her coworkers risk mix-ups between the magical effects.
With the licence in hand she arrived earlier on English soil than the others, and took advantage of the documents and free time to explore the festival grounds. She even made some pocket change from peddling a few of the glass designs she had on her to eager festival goers. It wasn’t much money, but it could go to her personal budget.
“So…” she asked the two woman before her, rolling their planned purchase in her palm. “If I might ask, what do you see in this?” her voice was open and friendly, genuinely curious – although for a different reason than an artist seeking praise. The design was a thin noodle warped into a ball, a prototype that she had made on a sleepy whim. She supposed it could hold some sort of wind-based effect, but that was just her own opinion
“It reminds me of that wind ball thing from Avatar and I’m a huge fan!” one of them replied immediately, and Chris bit back a Thought so
She took their money and warned about the fragility of the charm, then set about packing away her wares. Her first stop was her temporary home, “home” being a small cottage a bit out of the way but well suited to her charm work. Her first role in this mission didn’t involve much, if any magic usage, and she planned to take advantage of the fact by stocking up on premade spells. This train of thought reminded her of her last suitcase, so she pulled out her phone and sent a quick email to Roderic, asking about her other charms and when she could pick them up. That done and everything put away neatly, she made her way to the assigned safehouse.

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Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Crystal Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Click, the conversation was over. Regardless of how Montana felt about his side ops, Arc knew how to operate, and take care of himself. Their conversation would have to wait a bit, he had more pressing matters to attend to. Taxi!

York was a very historic city, filled with architecture of a more stylistic era, where presentation might have been at its peak, as far as architecture went. He had no doubts that some of this cities inhabitants had watched these buildings go up, piece by carved piece. Some probably sat on council seats to this day, advocating for every old stone on every old street.

An interesting thought, perhaps some of these elders would be a good place to start. Cryptic things aside as Kora said. Montana gave his thank you to the cab driver, and tipped him. His first stop was one of the two cottages he had rented for the duration of their operation here. The keys had been mailed to him with copies made of each key, with the expectation that his fellow members would have access to one, or two of the four spots. S.C.I.O.N had also coped the keycard needed to access the hotel room. Light work for their tech department. 'Available upon request', was the text message he had sent out once he had deposited Christina's trinkets, after arming himself with a few of course, in the cottage.

A second text was sent out, giving Christina the address of the cottage, some of his weapon stash spots, and the obscure hiding place of his extra key. The next taxi he hailed was headed for the four star 'Hotel Du Vin York'. Pleasantries were exchanged and he checked in. He left his clothing here, but naught else. Next and final stop? The morgue.

Text three was sent out to the team, informing them he had arrived the destination, and was en rout to where the body was held. He'd wait nearby for Oren, and busy himself with the occupation of his cover identity. Photography.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Christina hadn't realized how much she'd dawdled, if the others that had come by SCION chartered plane had arrived here before she did. She listened in on the conversation as she hung up her jacket and checked her messages, moving Roderic's text to a different file within her phone so that the address would be harder for others to find. She caught Issac's final words just before she entered the room.
"Hello all," she said cheerfully, stepping in so they could see her. "I'll go with you then, if you don't mind?" she then told Issac, having to head to the morgue herself. She was already dressed for it anyway, simple practical clothes and a lab coat of sorts neatly folded inside her bag. Also in the bag were two different sized boxes of now completed glass charms. She put the larger on the table, then dropped a bag that clinked with metal links beside it. "Standard charms sets." she explained, while opening the smaller box and beginning to attach ornaments from it to the bracelet on her left wrist. Her fingers worked nimbly, soon having each link filled, at which point she began searching for earring loops. "I'm hoping everyone except maybe the new recruits remembers how these work?" she paused for a bit, completely focused on her rummaging before emerging victorious with the two matched pieces of jewelry.
"How are we supposed to get results then?" she asked, now referring to the conversation she'd overheard when still in the hall while she tried to guess what pre-prepared magic might be needed today, when no one was expecting them and the point was intel. She finally decided on a brief mind reading spell and by extension, the headache reliever that would need to be applied after the shouting of mental voices (people thought much too loudly, in her opinion) wore off. These she attached to the loops and placed them into her earlobes before snapping the box shut.
"Where's Oren?" she asked, putting it back into her bag.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Issac gave a half assed wave as his guard snapped up upon the woman entering, now that it wasn't just Stride and Fel here Issac's work persona was set back in stone. " That'll be alright with me, Christina." He really didn't mind the women, it was more her magic than anything that bothered him, even after working with SCION for years he didn't 'like' magic.

Issac answered her other questions , " You mean how each object is bound to a particular spell, meaning if you bound a stick to cast a small flame, like a candle, it could not be used to cast a 'fire ball' even tho they are of the same element? " He said with a hint of tongue in cheek humor , referencing any and every roleplaying game. She pulled out a set of earrings and Issac leered at them, he knew what she used those for, he hated mind reading the most of all... It wasn't proper for someone to invade someone's mind. The moment She put them on Issac sought the void, a trick long used in combat that emptied the mind of emotion and thought , at least on the surface and seemed to keep most of what he wanted kept quiet, quiet. He refereed to it as becoming a gray man.

Distantly he wondered what Fel felt when he did this, he knew all to well that she could feel others emotions, but that thought was like a stone skittering across water, and was soon lost in the void.

" I'm not sure where Oren is yet, tho I know where she'll be." He said grabbing the last things for his cover I.D
A name tag and a pair of glasses.

'Blake Outis'

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Oren had already been prepared well in advance at that point, and had been preparing a workspace to examine any samples without any risk of contamination.

For that reason the smell of blood hanging in the hallway was met with far more distaste than concern, especially as her vampiric sense of smell told her exactly who the culprit was and gave her cause to speak up as she swept past the room.

"Longbow clean the fuck up after yourself. If I find your DNA tracked into the clean room then whatever you're bleeding of is going to be the least of your problems." the vampress muttered something under her breath in irritable magyar before she appeared in the doorway facing the others.

"Oren's been here the whole time." she remarked, pinning on her photo ID.
"All the pre-preparation is done. We'll be expected there shortly. You should not have to do any of the talking but if asked you are part of the team deployed by the coroner and in interest of the investigation you cannot talk in any detail about the case. I hope everyone is clear on that."

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Kora was walking along with her, or at least Anja Torresson's supposed luggage in a backpack when she spotted the car, and shortly afterwards, the vampire.
"Of course you got a car." she chuckled wryly and she dropped into the seat, the pack (which in truth had some of her field kit stashed inside) sat across her lap.
"Flash bastard."

The young woman leaned against the side, watching out of the window at the moors speeding past, considering how best to answer the man's question.

"From what I know there's about one major born-wolf family in the general area. Fenns. Not a very old bloodline, but they do alright. Originally lived further south but ended up moving south as the Exsanguis vampires encroached on southern england and targetted wolves. Anyway supposedly, if the talk amoung the old bloods is that some wolf went on a rampage on the moors about twenty years back and attacked a whole bunch of people round here, turned maybe, twenty. Obviously you can't have all those people running around not...managing their condition. The White Rose was all for...taking care of the problem the way that clans do.." she drew her hand across her throat in a fairly decisive indication of this.
"But the born family stepped in and ended up organizing to take these new wolves in an attempt to keep them from causing problems. And from what I've heard, there have been mixed results. From what I know they live out at an old farm out on the yorkshire moors and mostly keep to themselves. The old bloods aren't overly impressed with the idea of borns and turneds mixing together, but whatever makes them happy I suppose."

She shrugged, demonstrating little opinion either way. Kora certainly had, in herself, some sense of superiority, but she also hadn't the inclination to try and get too involved in the businesses of others. Unless work required her to, of course.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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In spite of Issac’s obvious worry, Stride hardly seem affected. In fact, she seemed just as relaxed as before, having taken an even more masculine posture in response to the other’s comment. A remark of her own had weaved itself upon her tongue soon enough, and it was only through the presence of Christine that it wasn’t released.

“Took ya long enough,” Stride noted, catching sight of Issac’s shift in character out of the corner of her eye. Why he acted so warily when it came to his co workers, she had little idea; it wasn’t like they were about to stab him through the heart or anything. Shrugging it off, she turned once more towards their new company, observing the charms Christina withdrew with a keen eye. While she didn’t tend to ask for any of them- after all, it was fairly easy to guess that, in her line of work, she would just end up accidentally breaking all of the little bits and pieces on the very same day she got them.

Nevertheless, she nodded, pulling her own bag into her lap to draw out the mask. Seeing that everyone else was leaving soon, there was no point in Stride sticking around any longer. “Surprised you never use rings,” she continued as she dug her way into the recesses of her backpack. “Be easy to carry ‘round, that’s for sure.”

It was around that time that the door had opened yet again, a clearly wounded Arc stumbling in soon after. He limped across the floor, into the hall, and to one of the rooms…
And, almost humorously, Stride gave little reaction. She followed her fellow fighter with her gaze, head turning in the process to watch him as he went, although she said nothing on the subject as it occurred. One might think it was a result of surprise, yes, although it wasn’t until the man had left that Stride finally spoke up in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Call dibs on not havin’ to clean that shit up.”

Stride seemed more focused on the mask she had managed to dig up- a wolf, by the looks of it, something she found rather funny, what with the species of some of her co workers- than the man dragging himself to get dressed. After all, while the fact that he had been wounded so early on an intel mission was bizarre, it was a common enough sight that she wasn’t too concerned. The gash was on his leg was nothing lethal- as long as he didn’t wait around to let it bleed out, of course- and, besides; if he had been attacked, he would have most likely said something about who was lethal or what got him. He didn’t seem like he had been with his comrades, either, which was stupid enough to give a proper explanation of how he got such an injury in the first place in Stride’s eyes.

Probably went and pissed some random vamp off or something.

Upon hearing the familiar voice of one Dr. Kovalenko, Stride seemed to exhibit more surprise than she did Arc’s injuries, blinking from beneath her goggles and peering up at the vamp. “Fuck, you were still hangin’ around? Thought you would’ve been gone by now.” Slumping slightly after the initial shock wore off, Stride began to straighten out her mask, fluffing it up and peeling the straps away from the faux fur. “Nobody here right now’s a rookie, doc,” she commented, rising from her chair to head to one of the spare rooms. Didn’t want to remove her goggles out there, after all. “Anyway, it’s ‘bout time I head out. See you all later.”
It’d probably be a while, Stride mused, given the fact that she was on a completely other offshoot of the mission, and most likely staying in a completely different place from the others.

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Fel felt the pain Arc was in before the man had even gotten halfway through the house.
In response to Stride's thanks at the hot packs she gave the medusa a smile. "It was no problem really, supplies are meant to be used."

Before Fel could respond to Issac about his concerns Christina arrived. Fel wheeled over to the box the enchanteress had sat down. "This seems like so much for such a small mission, you've really outdone yourself Christina."

On Fel's wrist a purple and white wire were woven together with little hooks jutting out around it. It was a simple braclet that served the purpose of carrying the charms. Going on through the box was not an easy task for the fallen her missing fingers made the process long. Eventually though she found her prize, glass beads that changed color based on the light level. Illusion charms that would help her out if she needed a quick disgue. "These are wonderful Christina, thank you so much for bringing these. They are always such a sorrow to break as they are so beautiful."

As she was rummaging through the box for more defensive charms the familiar feeling of pain crossed her senses. As it move through the safe house the sense of pain grew greater and harder to ignore. So she backed away from the box and was alarmed to see a blood trail running through the house.

Wheeling her chair to follow the blood trail on the floor it led to a bathroom. Before she could ask if the occupant inside was okay Oren was at the door. Oren took a more direct approach to the situation then Fel would have liked.

After the angry and somewhat scary vampire walked away Fel moved up to knock on the door. Before she could knock Arc was out and approaching her chair

"Arc are you okay?" The answer was no Arc was most definitely not okay but it was always polite to ask anyways. Reflexively Fel reached out touching Arc to let her powers go over and heal the man. Unfortunately another power of Fel's activated at the same time. Her eyes rolled up in her head until only the whites were visible. A vision of how the injury occurred flashed through her mind.

When her eyes finally returned to normal Fel removed her hand from Arc and gave the man a reassuring smile. "It's okay Arc you did what you had to do. Protecting what you believe in is always an important task to handle." If Arc wanted to lie about what happened Fel would respect his wishes.

As she spoke to Arc her attention briefly turned towards Issac, responding to his wave she offered him one back. "Good Luck on your mission Christina, Issac, and Oren. Keep safe and call me if I need anything." With that Fel turned her attention back to Arc.

Her voice was soft and gentle when she spoke to him. "I'm ready to go when you are, would you be okay with pushing my chair for a bit my arms are getting a little tired."
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Crystal was bouncing up and down on the way back to the festival responding to Stride's text.
'Yeah, can give you the address if you want the drugs -C'

'Let me know when you get here we can meet up and search for clues. If we find a dog while we're here then it'll be like scooby-do shit. -C'

'Meet me by the vendor's area -C'

Then around round of excited texts were sent out to the other people on festivial detail, Liam and Jonah.

'Hey Shorty 1 and Shorty 2 did ya guys find out anything yet? -C'

'Oh and if Sec catchs you both I can pretend to be your older sister. -C'

'P.S. I'm in charge of the rookies because I'm taller than you both (JK). -C'

As she finished texting Crystal grinned going over to the vendor's area to talk gossip with the other festival goers.

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“Well, each object can only hold so much power and a fireball is much stronger than a candle’s flame” Christina answered, thinking for a second that things had changed before the human got up and left, having ignored her completely after his initial response. “Rude.” She muttered quietly under her breath, irritation overriding her insulted shock as she levelled a quick glare at his back.
He was always like this, this Issac, claiming some sort of past issue with mages, but that didn’t mean he needed to treat her like something distasteful every time they spoke. He was a grown man, for god’s sake, he should have some control over himself. Even if the issue was with her magic, she hadn’t used any just now. /And if it is that bad…/ -she shook her head, almost wishing her updo would fall apart so she could feel the swing of her braids- /why is he even allowed on the field?/ She knew nothing of his past, and she had tried not to judge when she’d been younger, fresh out of schooling and full of idealism, but years of this sort of behaviour had taken their toll.
She’d be polite.
She’d smile and make an attempt at friendliness at the start of each mission.
But hell to the no would she keep making an effort when the dick acted this way though she’d done nothing to deserve it. He should be grateful she, at least, cared for the professionalism of their jobs.
But personally, if Christina was ever sent out on the field with only Issac watching her back, she’d have her will ready before heading out.
Done with her mental rant, Christina brushed her scowl off her face, her thoughts out of her mind, and turned first to Fel, who was sweet as always. “Most of them were premade and this is all I ever do on base.” she told the Fallen, smiling at the honest compliments. “But thank you, it is never a problem.” she wanted to help Fel search but was hesitant to trust in her ability to offer without insulting the other, and after seeing that Fel was managing, albeit slowly, she turned to Stride – who at least didn’t see the need to remind her that they weren’t close with every interaction. “Decided to look around a bit and it took longer than I expected.” She admitted, then listened to the comment about rings. “They need to break easily and accurately.” She explained, making sure to not sound like Stride should have known this somehow. “Rings would be easier to carry but the charms would be harder to break. And I don’t know how to set rings.” She finished with a wry smirk.
This conversation was interrupted by Arc’s entrance, and although she was concerned for his health, he’d also been one of the ones to walk out of the briefing. Instead, she watched as he was reprimanded and forced to clean up his mess, before turning back to Stride only to find the other had already left. The sorceress shook her head at that, wondering if she had zoned out, and made a mental note to ask one of the healers about combined magical exhaustion and lack of sleep.
“Hello Oren.” she said politely, bowing her head. “I'm sorry I took so long, I didn't readjust my watch” she explained, though she knew that wasn't a good reason. But then again, she hadn't been contacted either… “I'm ready to go now,” she informed the elder scientist, and held up her false identification to confirm this.

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Kora gave a grin, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Sorry, it's just this might be the first time anyone's ever asked me to try and prevent a fight. Haven't you heard about the time in Rekjavik? I must be losing my touch. Really though, it's not too much of an ask. From what I know about them they're not exactly a fan of leeches, but they're aware that compared to some of the clans out there, White Rose and others are practically cuddly." she explained, twisting her mjolnir round her finger.

"Still. I'll talk to them. My name's got enough worth to keep you safe. Unless you start picking fights.Then you'd kiiinda just be asking for it."

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Oren already had everything packed up, so the trip over wasn't a long one. In fact the group had almost reached the hospital when the woman's phone began to chirp. She drew it from her pocket and took a look at the screen, and almost immediately, he expression changed.

"Baromarcú faszfej!" she exclaimed suddenly, before turning her gaze to the others in the team.
"That useless moronic fuck Alihambra has blown his cover. Montana is dealing with it, apparently. I don't think I need to remind you all that if you see that idiot not to make any indication you know him, but I don't know, maybe the idiocy is contagious."

The morgue building itself sat moderately separate from the main building of the hospital, having its own entranceway as well as a corridor connecting it to the more central areas. The kind of corridor most people travelling it only tended to have a one way trip on.

It made things a little simpler, meant that fewer people were likely to encounter them on the way through, and avoided the regular hospital. Hospitals were often a magnet for vampires pursuing legitimate careers. Night shifts, a plentiful supply of blood, and staff busy enough that they didn't keep too close an eye on the supply levels to notice bags going astray from time to time.

They didn't need to run into any cryptids for this. It was altogether easier to avoid.

The downside however, came when someone had blown your cover and was hovering round outside. Idiot.

As they stepped out into the carpark, Oren grimaced as the sun on her face, before casting a momentary glance back at the others.
"Just keep walking, alright? They're expecting us, so we shouldn't be stopped. Let's put some security guards between us and them, hm?"

And with that she set into a brisk walk up to the door, ID in hand and gaze making not attempt to waver over towards where Montana and Alihambra stood talking to two strangers.

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Meanwhile, in an office somewhere in York, a phone started to ring. A figure picked it up slowly and deliberately, lifting it up to its ear and listening in silence for a long minute. The word 'SCION' was spoken several times. Along with 'investigation' and 'murders'.

Slowly a grin spread across the listener's features, more like the carnivorous grimace of the hyena than any expression of genuine warmth. Then it spoke.
"Good. Go along with the next step."

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"That useless moronic fuck Alihambra has blown his cover. Montana is dealing with it, apparently. I don't think I need to remind you all that if you see that idiot not to make any indication you know him, but I don't know, maybe the idiocy is contagious."


" So there is nothing we need to deal with? If Montana has it covered then let's not worry about it now. "
Issac said taking note of the surroundings, He sounded a bit distracted. " Do we know anything about who he blew his cover too or did he bump into two bumpkins?" He said looking out the window towards the group, looking very bored. Something about the two guys rang a bell. He turned away slowly and propped his head up with a hand, cover his face from their line of sight.
" Oren, something about those two rings a bell... I've seen them before. " He said, with the same bored expression, he didn't want one of them to glance over and see concern on his face or mark him for being interested in them. " We might wanna do some digging on those two.."

He glanced back at Christina , "Funny a veteran screwed up before the rookies did isn't it." He said with a sarcastic smirk. " Well , ironic anyways." He added settling back into his seat.

Five minutes in and we already stepped in something.... Intel mission my ass.

They got out of the car and Issac stretched, keeping his back to the group, on the off chance the fence and bits of wall hadn't blocked their line of sight by now, Oren's glance suggested it hadn't. Issac had his ID and what not ready, he also had some other paperwork squirreled away in-case they had to walk into a metal detector or something...

" I don't think a few security guards will be enough..." He changed his demeanor from grumpy old man, to upstarting middle aged intern trying to be cool, when they passed someone. He gave a wave and a goofy grin, a seeming genuine one. He walked less confident, adjusted his glasses, like he was a bit nervous all to add to his persona as a wanna-be-lab-rat.

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"We'll see." Oren responded, as she picked up the pace past the rather bored-looking security guard at the door and into the main reception. She was not holding up on things, especially not if their identities were at risk. They might have to prioritize. They also needed to get in with as little interruptions as possible.

Oren might not have been a terribly sociable individual, but she had pretended to be enough different people in her time to know how to get into places. Part of it was knowing your shit. Another part was confidence.

Rather than hitting the desk she kept on walking past, into the back corridors.

"Dr Drake. Here from the coroner. If anyone calls tell them to reach me on my mobile. Thanks."

The woman at the desk glanced round at the three of them briefly, but soon turned her attention back to pretending that she was performing essential admin and not sneaking a look at her facebook. Their aliases were all on the books after all, and she'd been just abrupt enough to deter her from striking up a talk.

As such, they soon found themselves in the cold grey corridors of the morgue. The staff encountered were easily put off questions by a flash of the ID.
"We'll give the others a look, but the unknown body is our main focus, clear? 'Blake', if you'd like to keep one eye on the corridor for anyone who shouldn;t be here who might break my concentration, I'd appreciate it."she stated quietly as they moved.

She figured she might as well but the guy's twitchiness to good use.

The smell of exposed blood led her to the coldly-lit room containing the corpses before their cataloguing did. A large room where five of the slabs were occupied, one taped off to warn of potential infectious agent, in front of the rows of large metal drawers that took up one wall.

This was Dr Kovalenko's element, as she made her way along to each in turn.

Two bodies from the baths. Even a quick glance made it reasonably obvious what they died of. A deep, jagged cut across the carotid artery, sufficiently jagged that the individual in question was obviously moving around still at the time the cut was made. Unpleasant but nothing excessively unusual.

Two others. This method was a lot less...precise in its means. The bodies lay in several pieces, set into a rough semblance of completeness by some unlucky diener. The jagged rends across them and chunks torn from parts of them led her to picture a very violent and horrific end...but the sheer forces applied meant it must have been a relatively quick one.

These however, were not her primary concern. With a brief nod to Christina and Isaac she approached the final body, set a distance from the others. The unidentified corpse.

pulling on her gloves, the researcher stepped forward and delicately removed the tape before lifting up the sheet and taking her first look at what was underneath.

Weird.

What met Oren's eyes was not some sort of eldritch monstrosity or seven-headed ogre or anything along those lines.

What she saw was still rather strange though.

The body appeared to be female, albeit notably skinny-looking. The hair was long, silvery-white, splayed out to one side as the head had been tilted, to reveal the large, messy fracture on the back of her head. It looked like someone had stoved her skull in with a brick. There were also notable bullet marks on her chest and abdomen.

Evidently someone had wanted to be very sure that this individual stayed dead.

The blood that was stuck to the pallid skin around the wounds, rather than being red, came out a near-luminous green shade. The same stuff stuck in places around her nose and mouth.

"This is the one." Oren stated, turning back to the others.
"Time to cut this thing open, see what makes it tick."

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Christina’s false identification labelled her as “Kate Miller” and showed her as a black haired woman with a babyface and brown eyes. The only way it was special, perhaps, was in just how generic the whole appearance was crafted to be. Still in the car, she had broken and discarded one of the charms that she called the “Blur”, a small disk of frosted glass. The contained spell, fashioned after one of the incubus/succubus abilities, changed her to what people would expect to see – in this case, the photo she’d been provided with.
“Of course, Lauren.” She agreed, pitching her voice slower, more monotonous than her normal speech. Inside though, she was shaking her head. /How do you blow your cover that fast? And… is he even on the morgue team?/ He’d flounced out of the briefing barely five minutes in, but maybe the heads had assigned him to group one. She looked over to Oren, and considered asking, but decided to push it back. It wasn’t relevant anymore. Her mouth screwed up at Issac’s comment, however she had nothing to add and no way to study them closer. She still hadn’t straightened her face when Issac glanced at her and spoke, so she merely raised a brow before saying “Quite.”
/Was that supposed to mean something? Why the hell is he saying this to me? Is that some sort of diss or…?/
It could have been a simple comment, but she doubted he was being friendly.
She followed behind Oren and Issac demurely, making sure to look around only enough to seem natural, and keeping her eyes void of recognition even when she swept over the men having their “pleasant chat” by the alley. She had her ID and proper assistant tools with her, and followed “Dr. Drake” in with no problems.
Once inside, she pulled out a clipboard and multiple papers, and began to write down notes on the first four bodies, pausing at each a bit longer than Oren had. Years of practice and her own type of shorthand made this quick nonetheless; she knew how to push aside disgust when it was necessary and if she started having nightmares, that was what the medical wing was for. The sorceress was soon at Oren’s side and looking at the body with morbid curiosity. The blood especially she found interesting the unique green of it seeming to glow in the stark lights.
“Certainly a unique specimen.” /If I’ve researched something like it, it was too long ago/ Her voice was the same soft slow monotony as before. “Anything you would like me to do, doctor?”

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(((There was one other notice of a relatively new vampire turning up with Spire's print on her, but Derrick Avalon's reports composed the bulk of the "Agent Incident Reports" section of the file.

Granted, Derrick's hadn't been the only Agent Incident. Just the only one with names and collected prints.

The "Criminal Record" and "Psychiatric Reports" sections, however, were a bit more diverse. Juvenile records indicated that Spire was cited for animal abuse and destruction of property several times before the age of fourteen. On his adult record, however, the file was squeaky clean--legally and officially, anyway. The brothers were known to have been in towns where cryptids of unknown status had disappeared or were found dead, and SCION flagged the potential involvement of the hunters.

The psych record showed an early ASPD diagnosis on Spire (though, again, no record of treatment after age 18), and a few bouts of "hallucinations" on Toby, which SCION footnoted as possible magical ability manifestation, in addition to speech disorder treatment.

Status was listed as unaligned with any cryptid organization, no investigation warrant, but worth a yellow "watch" note.

All in all, a pretty smatter of red flags.)))

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The approaching presences of Oren, Christina, and Isaac set alarm bells ringing in Toby's skull. Vampire. Sorceress. A human, but a human who, well, evidently associated with vampires and sorceresses, so not likely someone they wanted to befriend. They were outnumbered now, in a manner they hadn't often dealt with--different types of monsters, at once. That changed strategy. This wasn't worth picking a fight over. He didn't turn his head to double check with his eyes, but he cleared his throat distinctly.

Spire caught the message. He didn't need the "vampire" part elucidated. He saw out of the corner of his eye, though not closely enough to recognize faces, and he was downwind of the cold, unpleasant thing in the doctor getup, anyway. "Oh, that's great of you, yeah," he said in answer to Montana's email question, as though he hadn't heard Toby. He idly stepped back a few paces. Toby followed suit.

"Ready for the address?" said Spire. "Kay, it's 'let'sstopbullshittingeachother at weknowwhatyouare dot com.'" He tucked his hands in his jacket pockets, fishing for something. "What have we got, kid?"

"Leech, enchanter, one... normal person. And, uh, these two," Toby said. "They're heading for--no I think they're in the morgue, now. With the thing."

"Mm," Spire said. Five to two. Bad odds. "Well, here's the deal. We're not cross-examining you, Mr. A&A Photography, we're clearly--" Spire had pulled out everything he was looking for--a small notepad, scatter of illegibly-scribbled papers, pen, audio recorder. He handed the latter to Toby and tucked the rest under his arm. "--just small time journalists working on a book about the misunderstood societal benefits of conducting human autopsy, and let's say we've gotten permission to go on inside. Now, Mr. Alihambra, Mr. A&A, we'd really rather not cause a scene that would blow a hole in whatever your bloodsucking wand-twinkling friends are doing in there, so if you'd kindly stay out of our way, we'll do our best to stay out of yours. Sound like a fair exchange?"

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As Christina approached Oren pulled a trolley over and snapped open her bag, taking out an (of course) meticulously arranged surgical kit.
"If you could pass me instruments when I ask I'd appreciate it. I think it's going to get pretty disgusting and I'd rather not be leaving slimy green handprints all over the place." she suggested.

"And in the same vein if you could take a few notes it might be useful. I'll remember it of course but if I die from some kind of space plague from this thing then it will at least give the rest of you something to work from."

Oren varied her tone so little when not conveying her irritation, it was hard to tell if she'd been telling a joke or not. Regardless, the vampress began to closely examine the body, take samples of hair and skin, and, front time to time, make some comments to be noted down.

"Gunshots came before the blow to the head. Bruises on the face and chest indicate she was lying on the ground on her front and was hit from behind. "

"Some marks on the right arm, possibly needle marks, and some very subtle scarring on arms, ribs and midriff."

"Slitted pupil. Green eyes. Probably fairly well adapted to low light vision."

Once she'd noted a few more things, the doctor set a plastic block beneath the body's back to push raise the torso, as was standard, and took the scalpel for the internal examination. If she were doing things strictly by the book, there would have been more steps, but she wasn't sure how much time they had to work. Better to try and get the essential detail down.

She sliced across the creature's torso in the standard Y-shaped incision, two branches from the shoulders meeting at the sternum, then down along the centre of its abdomen, allowing her gloved hands to pull the whole thing open and allow her to get a look at the insides, which, splattered with green and shimmering wetly in the cold mortuary lightning, appeared both recognizable and very foreign. The configuration was....comparable to that of a human, but unlike anything she'd ever seen before. The digestive system...or at least it appeared to be, particularly looked like something that differed entirely in its function. The heart and lungs, if it had them, were somewhat harder to see. She was going to have to crack the ribs for that.

Acquiring the shears and applying both hands, Oren started to break through the bones surrounding the chest.

She'd snapped through about half the ribcage when she felt the sudden resistant against her grip. Her reflexes fired off before her mind had come to accept the situation and she drew back moments before twisted talons of bone and exposed muscle swiped through the air where her head had just been, in a movement that would have floored the woman and probably torn half of her face off. As such, the claws only raked across her cheekbone and Oren sprang back into a ready stance as the corpse that had just attacked her, shrieked and threw itself off the table and onto the tiles. The hand that had been quite human moments before was contorted into some grotesque, crude approximation of claws.

The thing had crashed down out of the immediate line of sight of Oren, but fell on its knees behind the table, gripping at its middle with the remaining, unmonstrous hand before making a beeline for the next room, with some speed, but little in the way of co-ordination, glancing off walls and knocking over equipment in its escape.

"Az istenit! Stop that thing!" Oren hissed, reaching for her gun, although on reflection, if it was not dead after this, there was no guarantee that was going to kill it either.

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“Not a problem.” Christina took her place at the vampire’s side, ready to provide assistance as needed. She shifted the clipboard to rest more naturally in the crook of her arm, juggling her pencil between her fingers in between Oren’s dictated notes. She watched attentively, having no idea how the older woman was coming to most of her conclusions, but assumed they were correct because her untrained eyes could neither confirm nor dispute. The notes she took now were more detailed, so that others could decipher them without her presence.
Oren worked quickly, and was soon at the dissection, something that the sorceress could understand a bit better, if not by much. Still, with the innards revealed, she had to stop herself from leaning in for a closer look. The creature had been humanoid so far. The innards, particularly the digestive system, disputed that. As a lore expert, Christina had studied many cryptids, both rare and extinct since she’d been hired. This, however, didn’t ring many bells and those that were set off were wide and varied, not connected in any way unless this was a particularly specific breeding experiment type of hybrid…which she doubted (though she stored the idea away for future suggestion if they ran out of other conclusions)
Christina moved back as her coworker worked on the ribs, and a good thing too as out of nowhere, the supposed-to-be-dead body lurched to life and attacked the vampire.
Though she couldn’t actually blame it for considering Oren an enemy, with what she’d been doing, but that wasn’t the point. They were SCION. It was not.
With a whisper, Christina raised two fingers on each hand and swept the right (with the pencil) through the air, sealing off the doorway first. Her other hand hovered indecisively as she transferred the clipboard, then swept down and opened into a flat palm, fingers pressed together.
“Issac!” she called out, as a second force field, a floor-to-ceiling rectangle formed. “Get behind it!” she could extend it wall to wall just by spreading her fingers apart, but that would leave Issac trapped between two barriers with the unknown cryptid. Already she could tell that the thing was hard to kill and wasn’t likely to stay dead.

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Issac nodded obeying Oren's orders. He stood by the wall, looking rather dejected, as if he had been told no on observing the pre-op preparations. He listened, intently, to what Oren and Christina had to say, but kept an eye on the hallway.

The hallway was dead quiet, that was always the case with places like this, skeleton staffed because only odd-balls enjoy dealing with the dead...

He was lost in thought when he heard the surgical instruments break the eerie quiet like glass The racket echoed over and over through the hallway.

Issac spun around to see Oren evading the claw. On instinct his body aligned with his target, allowing him to draw his weapon, the Suppressed USP, and aim in one motion.

“Issac!” Christina called out. Issac moved deliberately towards her, firing his weapon in time with his steps. Three steps, Three shots.

The suppressor did its job but it still sounded like someone had popped a car tire or something inside the building. The weapon cycled and a clatter of brass echoed in the concrete building. He couldn't tell for sure if he had hit the damned thing but he could have sworn he heard the hollow thump of a bullet crumpling and tearing flesh over the muffled gunshots.

No doubt there would be someone rushing to investigate the crashes and bangs.
He quickly placed himself between Christina and whatever had run off covering her in case whatever it was attacked. Who knew if that thing would be phased or not by his bullets, or her magic.


“Chase or cover?!” He called to Oren, he didn’t yell, merely projected. His body urged him to chase the thing down and neutralize it before it got out. If she told him to chase that’s exactly what he’d do. If she said to cover, he’d move himself and Christina to a safer location and pull the fire alarm to get everyone out of the building.




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Side note on Issac’s ammunition.
He is carrying subsonic .45 ACP , frangible hollow-points, 135 grain , made of silver. You can actually buy these in real life. After they hit a soft target, I.E muscle or other soft tissue they will fragmenting and tear soft tissue to bits. But due to the fact they are subsonic and frangible, they have very low penetration. So if this thing has harder skin, than say a leather jacket, these wouldn’t do much. But if it’s comparable to human flesh then it’s not gonna have a very easy time shaking these off.

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"Trouble isn't something that would be good for either of us, the Photographer, or the Journalist, right?" Montana acknowledged that playing the fool held no strategic benefit any longer. He had bought enough time to get his fellow operatives inside of the morgue. "We both have jobs to do, yes?" His voice, and his demeanor didn't change with his admittance. For all intents and purposes, he was still Art the photographer.

"I think, you two have a job for me. I think two Journalists need a photographer, you know. Hallways, rooms, things like that to add suspense to your piece. Not bodies though, might be a bit tasteless. Or well, unless you want it to be sensational."

Montana wrapped the camera around his neck, and allowed it to hang down to his chest. He placed both hands into his coat pockets. He looked like a very mild figure now. Unassuming, just another face in an endless crowd. No one you'd look twice at unless you needed a picture.

"Snap snap, we all go in and I keep an eye on you both."

"Sound good chaps? Or do I have to find 1911 reasons why I'd rather start a bit of trouble out here than let two men of the pen into that building around a wand twirler and a bloodsucker unattended?"

"Not a threat, just a bit of honesty yeah? We go in together, no problems."