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Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana

Espionage, Intrigue, Martial Arts, and a healthy Imagination.

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a character in “SCION”, as played by MisterMagicMuffin

Description

:Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana

:Lazarus, Vlad, The Devil of Bosnia, The Fourth Man.

:60's

:Male

:Human


:Espionage/Intelligence Operative.


: Features are a fine mix between European, and Native Amrican, leaning toward European but keeping the defined bone structure as well as a light, natural tan. Montana is 5'11, frame lined by functional, strong muscle. Despite what is advanced age on paper, his body, and face are that of a young man. A 'longevity' gene is suspected here, a possible throwback of ancient man. He has no facial hair, and his shoulder length black hair, is often kept swept back, but not tied. Tends to dress formally when not in battle or training dress.

:Generally suppresses personality, Or is simply reserved. Keeps a good humor about things. Isn't easily startled or unnerved.


:Possesses the skillset expected from espionage. Traditional stealth involving single operative missions, as well as battlefield control. A savant esq martial artist, he excels at hand to hand combat and and the fluidity of body movement. Possessing an above average intellect, he has great situational awareness, and relies on strategy and ploy as much as his physical prowess. Extensive training in ANTI creature weaponry, as well as traditional weaponry. Really good at darts.

:The standard weaknesses that come with being human.


:The product of an unlikely union between a Native American, and London born woman, Montana spent his time first with his fathers people, then later his mothers homeland. He returned to the states as a young man, and was part of the last batches of soldiers sent to Vietnam. Baptized in the fires of one of America's most infamous wars, and appalled by the conduct of his fellow combatants, he took budding skills to the Private Military, and participated in various proxy conflicts during the cold war, branching off into Espionage and Consultation later. Active after the Afghani/Russian in Europe's many conflicts, he earned a reputation as an effective and dangerous individual. It was around this time he was placed in the warpath of an especially powerful Cryptid (Or Cryptids) after digging into the secret below other secrets. After slaying the Cryptid(s), word of this slaying reached the ears of S.C.I.O.N, and he was promptly recruited. This aside, his time at war had been a long one, often hopping from conflict to conflict. Atrocities, death, and violence leave him no stranger to any. He doesn't speak much about his past, if at all.




:Doesn't drink. Personality 180. Very weird

So begins...

Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana's Story

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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Alexander Wiseman


Alexander listened carefully to the response he got from Oren. His original words were measured carefully and that by themselves were incapable of phasing anyone, it was the application of tone and posture that caused the reaction he saw from her now. As to why Alexander saw fit to deliver his thought in such a manner was two-fold, one was to see if Oren could be useful to him in the future, the other was a slip of the tongue, His annoyance with the situation that currently surrounded Arc.

" Oh its not a lecture.. just a thought... It seems everyone is going to be busy finishing with the loose ends that no one is going to be in a position to give your concerns the attention they deserve" he said to Oren. Now seeming to be his usual self. Rather than keep his focus on her though, even when she reacted sharply to Fel he instead made note of Issac but instead turned to Madison " Surprised they sent you so quickly... though perfect timing i'd say"

Trying to keep a good grasp on the commotion round him he learned a bit more information from Montana on how Fel was recovered, it also dawned on him the finally bring gaze on the creature, not the best of sights to look at but by the sheer fact it was still alive was a testament to what ever forces brought this creature to its current form, for it was durable it seemed. " Well since my skill set does not cover anything even in the slightest to help that creature.. i shall give you the space you need to work" He said broadly to the medical team as he made his move to walk out the room, Hearing a passing remark about Arc he stopped " I hope no one has any objections... but when Mr. Longbow has been recovered i wish to personally deal with him" he said before striding out the room, following where he assumed Issac went. Coming from behind the operative he placed a hand on his shoulder and glanced down " Care to give me the short answer to what we are going to do with our two extra guests?"he said more curious than anything else.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Madison Lovette
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Montana's predictions had been accurate: Lulu crumpled against his chest with scarcely any impact, and gave no protest as he swept her into his arms like a child. Her head lulled against his shoulder, and the black dots scattered across her vision seemed to multiply.

She caught the information about the girl- The thing was alive, and this was apparently part of their case as well.

Icebergs and tips, and all that jazz.

The headrush from standing, along with the drop in blood pressure from her fall, left her more dizzy and dazed than she had been before. The conversation and arguments of the room melded into a garbled mess, and the dark patches across her view grew together into one large, dark nothingness.

By the time Montana lowered her into the bed, Lulu's eyes had rolled shut, and her body was limp.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle
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...Madison was beginning to see why the mission had gone the way it did.

While the amount of insubordination going on seemed to play a fairly large role, it didn’t take much to realize that it was the tension between the volunteers, as well. The arguing, the general hostility; surprising, really, although it was at least making things a lot more understandable.

Catching sight of the full extent of the cryptid’s injuries, as well as the fact that not many seemed to be offering to help, the behaviourist quickly snatched a pair of fresh gloves from a box, and, slipping them on, moved to join Oren at the other side of the table.

“I’m not exactly the best at this sort of thing,” he admitted, giving a soft, breathy laugh, “but I know enough to help, if you don’t mind my hovering.” Pulling the latex until it snapped, Madison resisted the urge to rub the sting of chemicals from his nostrils and peered at the jumbled mess that was the cryptid’s body.

“Just tell me what you need me to do; don’t want to end up stepping on your feet. Or end up touching something I shouldn’t.”

In a technical sense, the entirety of the cryptid’s inside was something that really shouldn’t have had been touched at all, what with her being alive and all, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

They could only patch things up with what skill they had and hope for the best, given that their resident healer seemed to be unwilling to assist in a procedure this time around.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Fel
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“Actually, I would say she’s acting like you were gonna kill the cryptid we were specifically instructed to keep alive.” Christina, who had cleaned the car and released the door by now, had been effectively eavesdropping on the entire house with the mental charm that had yet to wear off. As she’d worked, she’d bristled in Oren’s defense but had been outside and the vampire had defended herself well enough anyway. She liked Oren, she really did, because the elder researcher often voiced exactly what Christina was thinking without even trying to soften the blow.

The news about Arcuturus was a shock, especially that he’d been turned as she’d been under the impression that humans were given training to specifically avoid that. Sorcerers were, she knew for sure… Maybe SCION didn’t quite mind changing a few humans because vampires were so much more durable? Her anger at Roderic faded away as he explained his own abandonment, and in hindsight, she could interpret his parting words to say just that. What? The sorceress had never claimed to be good at hidden messages.

Most of her coworkers were oozing their own brands of overconfidence and arrogance, and all she wanted to do was go in and ask Alexander: if Oren was being unprofessional, what word was he going to use for the other lapses in protocol they’d experienced today?

Although Fel’s was the greatest shock.

Something that inspired instinctual (and that was the kicker in all this really) hatred in Fallen was something to communicate to Madison as soon as possible.

That had been where she’d been heading when she “heard” Issac and Alexander’s supposed-to-be-secret conversation. And she’d stopped to eavesdrop because this team had enough communication issues as it was, and keeping secrets wasn’t helping (She conveniently brushed aside the thought of the trust issues her action might inspire instead).

“And you know…” she added casually, locking eyes with the elder vampire. “What we researchers do is come up with ways to keep you alive. We are all useful”

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle
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Yes, their disagreements, and by their he meant the groups, there was still much work to be done. Which, was getting done despite tense words and the cloudy situation that surrounded them. He'd deal with that later, right now, he wanted to deal with Oren's open wound. It was especially dangerous because of the unknown nature of the creature they were trying to keep alive. He knew his colleague was so work oriented (can't spell oriented without Oren) she'd ignore what she viewed as superficial wounds to get it done.

"Oren I'm going to patch your face up, look at me very quickly."

"I've got gloves on." Two layers, so she wouldn't feel skin on her flesh.

A bit unorthodox to say the least. The stainless steel work bench by his side, patching Oren up above another who needed saving. Unorthodox, but the nature of their work called for strange solutions to stranger problems. Montana paid close attention to what he was doing, despite he was moving a bit quicker then he had with the others.

The thread brought the skin together nicely. He had taken a few tissue samples prior to doing this, for the two of them to study at a later, calmer date.

"We're done."

Her natural healing would kick in now that the skin had been knitted together, and he'd take her stitches out around the same time he removed the now unconscious Lulu's.

"Do you two need further assistance with our friend?" Montana looked down at their still living Cryptid. An eyesore for a being that loved life in all its known forms.

If they did, he'd help. If not, he'd place Lulu in a different room, and wait until she awoke. Equal parts her own safety, and theirs.

"I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I don't mean you any harm." "The opinions of our aren't going to keep us from trying to undo the damage we've done, I'll do my best to help your recovery."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle
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Yes, their disagreements, and by their he meant the groups, there was still much work to be done. Which, was getting done despite tense words and the cloudy situation that surrounded them. He'd deal with that later, right now, he wanted to deal with Oren's open wound. It was especially dangerous because of the unknown nature of the creature they were trying to keep alive. He knew his colleague was so work oriented (can't spell oriented without Oren) she'd ignore what she viewed as superficial wounds to get it done.

"Oren I'm going to patch your face up, look at me very quickly."

"I've got gloves on." Two layers, so she wouldn't feel skin on her flesh.

A bit unorthodox to say the least. The stainless steel work bench by his side, patching Oren up above another who needed saving. Unorthodox, but the nature of their work called for strange solutions to stranger problems. Montana paid close attention to what he was doing, despite he was moving a bit quicker then he had with the others.

The thread brought the skin together nicely. He had taken a few tissue samples prior to doing this, for the two of them to study at a later, calmer date.

"We're done."

Her natural healing would kick in now that the skin had been knitted together, and he'd take her stitches out around the same time he removed the now unconscious Lulu's.

"Do you two need further assistance with our friend?" Montana looked down at their still living Cryptid. An eyesore for a being that loved life in all its known forms.

If they did, he'd help. If not, he'd place Lulu in a different room, and wait until she awoke. Equal parts her own safety, and theirs.

"I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I don't mean you any harm." "The opinions of our aren't going to keep us from trying to undo the damage we've done, I'll do my best to help your recovery."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra
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“Not discuss, exactly, more like point out.” Christina told the vampire pleasantly enough. “After all, you’ve been around for so many years that some things must have been shoved into those little corners where you never really look… But it’s not just you, I’ll bring it up later.”

She returned Issac’s look with an equal one of her own, but it was his words that she found she could not let go. “Oh, right, how could I forget?” she asked sarcastically, crossing her arms. “Clearly, Madison can study the behaviour of an immobile, inactive, non-living cryptid. It’s not like living creatures are his area, no, I really don’t know why he can’t get more information on the Fallen, with all those bodies we have lying in the infirmary! And maybe Oren studied the building plans before we arrived, like you should have, and I’ll forgive you for being in denial but I could fucking hear the damned thoughts of the biohazard team! No, they weren’t under the chute, they were guarding the main entrance! And what kind of hospital has a ‘body pit’?” she threw up her hands in exasperation. “They have morgues, which which we were already in!” Her eyes were narrowed as she shook her head, the air around her crackling with magical energy as her temper rose. “And maybe, if the field operatives we were with weren’t fucking useless, Oren would not have had to pretend to be one! We have Alihambra, who seems to have been trying to sabotage his own team, then we have Roderic, who flounced off to save our healer from yet another useless member of your department while you, Schofield, the only guard we had left, decide that you want to shoot a thing instead of I don’t know, being somehow helpful?!”

She finished her rant, breathing hard, and that was when she heard him complain about not receiving courtesy. “What courtesy?” she asked lowly. “The courtesy where everything Oren does is treated like the act of Satan? The courtesy where you make me feel substandard just because I can do magic? How about you stop only showing courtesy to those you have a crush on, and I’ll respect you in return!”

Her hand swung through the air in the next second, creating a force field for the express purpose of slapping him across the face while she fled up the stairs. The sound of her door slamming resounded through the house, while inside the room the silencing field went up and the sorceress collapsed on the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest, and tried to fight back her increasingly hysterical response to the day’s events.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Issac fought the urge to step into her swing and land a quick jab at her throat that years of combat had instilled into him. He saw the blow coming, from the way she had set her feet to the hay-maker mile wide swing, he took the hit. He didn't expect the teeth rattling magical force behind the already well placed smack. The sweet-iron taste of blood filled his mouth, but his normal distasteful expression held. He wasn't going to say anything, if her smacking him made her feel better than so be it. Alex reinforced Issac's idea of not doing a damn thing about being hit. " Wasn't planning on it, I let her hit me didn't I?" he spat before answering Stride.

" Desertion of my post, endangering my team, attempted murder of an un-armed cryptic, you know every day things with me. " Issac said with a hint of irritation, it wasn't aimed at Stride but rather the mage who fled upstairs. " According* to her anyhow. Rafael did what ever Rafael does and brought Spire and Toby into the lab. Oren got attacked by the thing, I shot it. , once we were surrounded by the bio-hazard team I simply asked if we needed that thing in the other room alive or not then Oren told me that she wasn't my leader but gave me the option of going my own way, so I did.
Montana left because "of no reason" but if she had payed attentions he made it all to fucking clear he was going after Fel.
Pretty sure that about covers everything. "


Issac turned hearing the door open, an halfway drew his sidearm when Derrick strode in with Arc of all people. " Well looks like we don't have to go fetch him." Issac said letting go of his weapon. Issac had a lot of respect for Derrick, even if he was a mental magic user, but being talked down to like a child had started to grate on his nerves, which all things considered was rather sad. Something really was off about him this whole damn mission. Sighing Issac found a seat and waited for Derrick to poke and prod at the him. This was going to be great fun, two bleeding hearts against his version of what happened. the odds like very much in his favor.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Toby Schippers Character Portrait: Derrick Avalon
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Spire met Montana’s matte dark eyes steadily and the two became a very short study in poker faces—one steady and polite, and one that had lost its polite façade and now showed smooth contempt. He could see this was a man not to be trifled with. Of all of the operatives in the room, something about Montana’s softness, almost gentleness, made him seem the most dangerous. But Spire wasn’t to be trifled with either.

“Sounds fair enough,” he said, matching the faint smile with a cynical one of his own. He was ready to follow Montana, hyper aware of the distance from his hand to his weapons, though he knew words would probably be his weapons for this conversation-- until Derrick Avalon entered the room.
Spire had only met him once. Toby had known him somewhat better.

Spire didn’t like him.

Toby didn’t especially enjoy his company when it came to it, either, though Toby had always been quicker to trust.
Still, Avalon’s entrance was beginning to click the pieces together. Avalon had spoken of an organization once, too. Same intelligence-agency gimmicky phrases.

“A fortunate coincidence,” Spire explained with a wave of his hand. “Right place, right time, same trail of breadcrumbs.” His eyes flicked back to the pit-black eyes. “Montana here was about to debrief me. Say hi, Toby.” He pointed and made once again to exit the medical wing to accept Montana’s offer.

Toby, still poring over the creature's bullet wounds, looked up briefly with a suffering smile. "Hi."

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Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Spire Schippers
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Spire followed Montana as the man deposited Lulu with a placid look about his gait. He found the shift from the chatty street photographer to this businesslike persona fascinating. And amusing.

And dangerous. Because it reminded him uncomfortably of himself.

His hand wasn’t far from his firearm, either.

-“I’m not especially worried about finding out what it is,” Spire waved. He had full confidence that Toby would sort out the creature’s origin, type of magic, level of power, and pretty much all except what she’d eaten for breakfast now that the younger brother was in physical contact with her.

“I’m a lot more interested in the whys, and in the big picture. I know there have been killings around here. Old, dark stuff. We’ve found a few items of curiosity, other than the corpse.” He smiled. “Well. The Thing formerly believed to be a corpse. Given the size of your little band of misfits here, I assume that’s not your only lead, either.” He jerked his head back toward the mismatched gathering. “I’m also curious about what makes all of you so interested. What’s this organization of yours?”

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"To put it simply Spire, we are an organization that works to maintain balance between the denizens of this earth." Montana motioned with his right hand, the one opposite of his holster, to the three of them. "What we are doing now. You the Werewolf, I the human, and our sleeping Vampire. Cohesion. Peace, relatively."

Relative peace. There were some issues the organization couldn't tackle. "Similar to what you and your brother do, and hunters like you. The difference being, we don't show preference to a group of people. We manage all groups equally. Or as equally as we can."


Montana didn't miss Spire's lack of interest, the probing in his grey eyes. It had started long before the older male had opened his mouth to talk. Scrutiny. It painted him suspicious in nature. A good thing in their line of work, and it was indicative of something else as well. He'd be a liar, and a good one. Much like himself.

"As for the particulars, I have learned more then what's evident today. Why's and the big picture can be an endless game of speculation, as for the facts we have, and the facts we've learned I'll need some clearance to share that with you."

"What I can tell you is this. I believe we are dealing with a network. Possibly working through many fronts. Eyes behind every newspaper and pub glass. Each with varying knowledge with their directive linking them together." "We have the resources you don't, and the counter spy abilities you lack. Due to your status as a duo."

"I don't have any qualms working with freelance hunters. From your end, I'd be suspicious, waiting for the first bullet behind a closed door. From my end, I could figure you both working for a nameless enemy or something entirely different that would see harm come to my comrades regardless of our shared goals."

"I think such suspicions have their place, but there's much on the line when lives are being lost. So. If you feel the need to share what information you have, I'll take it into my meeting, and see what I can give to you."

An olive branch. Possibly coated in adhesive? Possibly.

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“You just narrated the opening sequence of a film noir,” drawled Spire. “We already assumed it was a group, not an individual. When I said big picture, I didn’t mean an abstract watercolor, Mr. Montana. I don’t think it would be fair for me to tell you the location of a—well, let's call this individual a contact, when you’ve given me a vague stick of bait.”

“And yes. It seems we have a bit in common,” Spire added a bit curtly in response to Montana’s explanation of their peacekeeping organization. He didn’t look at Lulu. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his lip from curling with all this talk of cohesion and harmony. “And you’re right. We’re after violent paranormals bothering the innocent bystanders. We’re less interested if some human conspiracy theorists want to lynch a local witch or two. That’s their problem. And we certainly don’t worry about inter-supernatural West Side Story turf wars. That’s a self-cleaning oven, as far as I’m concerned.”

He half-sat against an endtable, thrumming his fingers on the wooden rim. “But since I’m assuming you haven’t simply been stalking us, I’m curious about how you seem to know so much about my brother and me, and our mode of operation.”

Spire supposed that Montana could have easily conjectured their certain species-selectivity based simply on the fact that they were hunters, but earlier he had shown that he and Issac knew more than they should. This was another probe, to see how far-reaching the tentacles of this organization slithered. What records they had access to.

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"I've shared with you what I can. The location of the brook is unknown, but you know for certain the brook exists" Montana had, admittedly, found the film noir comparison amusing. The banter concerning the nature of his abstract explanation was more of the same. He had listened patiently until Spire finished, and waited a few seconds to reply. He was listening. A lot of what he said Montana could agree with, at least from their perspective. Hunters often stayed in their niche, weather it be Cryptids as a macro, or vampires as a micro. Filling in the gaps with their preference.


"If we were to continue on with our train of thought, concerning this being an organization rather then an individual, or even individuals, it would stand to reason that given time we could re trace you and your brothers steps since arriving in York, correct?"

Roughly anyhow. It would be somewhat time consuming and re direct resources that could be put to use in other areas immediately. Yes they could trace the digital footprint, yes they could estimate their projected paths, check credit card purchases, even the places they might have accessed a wifi network.


"We could very possibly figure your leads, as easily as we've kept tabs on you and your brother ever since you crossed paths with one of our operatives, via our intelligence network, which would render any contribution made by yourselves redundant.

Omnipresence, real or not was a powerful tool if it was believed.

"Beyond this missed opportunity to build a working relationship, our parallel investigations could see us inadvertently thwarting each others efforts with each step we take."

"If you can give me intel to take into my meeting, I can persuade my superiors to allow me to form an alliance between us, and set up a steady flow of information, and cooperation in a manner that would help, rather then hinder."

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Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Spire Schippers
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Fel flinched after Oren scolded her twice, in her instinctual desire to heal she forgotten that the Vampire did not like touching without warning. The scolding and her general guilt and confusion at wanting another living creature made the Fallen wheel off to try to make sense of everything. A hard feat when her head was pounding fiercely, eventually the pounding subsided enough for her to make a move.

/Montana would know what to do/ Fel thought to herself, after all the man was wise beyond his years and knew her the best. With that she wheeled her chair over to his door. She hesitated as she sense the presence of someone injured, though that hesitation gave way to fear that Montana had gotten hurt while she was caught up in her own feelings.

Pushing through the door she caught Montana's last words. 'If you can give me intel to take into my meeting, I can persuade my superiors to allow me to form an alliance between us, and set up a steady flow of information, and cooperation in a manner that would help, rather then hinder.'

Fel was surprised to find a man she had never seen before standing in front of Montana. He was tall and seemed nice, though she could sense something off about the man. The temptation to touch Spire and find out what was wrong with him was high. With a sigh she pushed down the urge and focused on the more urgent task at hand.

"Oh dear did I interrupt a peace negotiation? Well I don't really have the same sway that Montana does, but I do think that working together is always the best way." A small smile appeared on her face. "After all we can get things done quicker and save more people if we help each other instead of hindering."

She wheeled the chair through the door and headed towards Lulu. "Anyways I'll just fix her up and be on my way out." Reaching towards the sleeping vampire she brushed the woman's hair out of her face. "Hello miss Lulu, I'm just here to give you a healing boost so you'll be able to recover soon." With that she moved her hand onto the vampire's shoulder and let her powers fix up any lingering wounds.

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Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Spire Schippers
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Though Lulu had been out cold for the trip from the medical cot to a bed, she became fairly quickly aware that she had been moved. There was a pillow beneath her head, and far less noise as she started to come around. 



One voice vaguely familiar, and one new. The same went for their scents.

She laid stock still as they spoke, at first out of fear and confusion, and then out of interest; A detective learned more when nobody thought they were being heard. 

She listened for a minute or two, hearing the exchange take place and following the game of cat and mouse as best as she could given her level of lucidity. From what she could tell, Mr. Montana was dangling bait, and Mr. Schippers was dancing around to figure if he could take it off of the hook. 



Then another voice, along with the soft, indistinct noise of a wheelchair's metal glide. Lulu could smell the Fallen, and hear the quality of her tone as she drew closer: The girl knew Montana well, and was not afraid of the wolf.

Either Mr. Schippers was safe, or Montana was far more dangerous than Lulu had previously assessed based purely on his species.

The Fallen girl spoke to her, then, and touched her, which Lulu resisted the urge not to draw back from. Instead, she stirred in her sleep and let an easy smile cross her lips, leaning into the touch.

She yawned once, having decided that the time she could plausibly be asleep was up, and rolled onto one side with a drowsy, slow motion. Her knees curled up into a more natural sleeping position, though one that was distinctly indecent for someone in a short, torn dress.



She did not know much about the Schippers man’s motives or character, but she was aware of his gender. 



Her long-lashed eyelids blinked once and then rested shut, and she nuzzled her face against the pillow. “Thought you were the kind of guy to buy a lady dinner before throwing her into bed,” she mumbled lazily, her tone still lagging with drunken weight.

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Spire’s fingers thrummed on the sidetable. His smile was skewed as he chewed on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. Montana and the rest of them could be useful as temporary allies if the alleged crime syndicate was more than he and Toby could handle.

He looked Fel over as she entered. “I agree,” he said. “Working together is probably the best way. I don’t know if you’ve talked to Schofield, but failure to communicate was what dashed his plans last time we met. Keep us in the loop and we’re far more likely to stay out of your way.”

He moved out of the way as Fel moved toward Lulu.

“How about,” he said, “tell your friends in high places that you have two wonderfully cooperative hunters who would love to personally take you to meet someone who can aid your investigation, and who would likewise love to continue to lend a helping hand.”

Spire looked at Lulu as she stirred but did not linger in the looking. He had too many eyes on him, two of them the intensely studious black ones, and in any case he didn’t need his mind getting away with him—and not in the way Lulu was trying to evoke. Spire’s olfactory system was too sensitive to look too far past the reek of vampire, so his were more like thoughts of hanging the little siren upside-down and cutting her throat so her borrowed blood spilled over her dainty face.

See. Mind getting away. Real problem.
Anyway, these particular supernaturals hadn’t given them a good enough reason for any of that yet, so no logic in dwelling.
The itch was subdued after a moment.
Yeah, he could still do the thought-reframing technique nonsense.

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“Yeah,” said Toby, still surprised at how comparatively gentle Oren had been with him considering the way he had seen her cuss out her coworkers. “Yeah, I think I’ve got the whole—“ He paused and changed his mind. “—Well, almost all of it.” He looked up. “I mean, I’d better make sure. Sorry, I’m slower than you. I c—can seal it up in a sec.” As a matter of fact, Toby was quite certain he’d gotten it all—he worked slower, yes, but he’d had to remove a few bullet fragments while she’d had to deal with containing a few yards of viscera. He was lying, and lying did not fall under his area of expertise, but this was an opportunity. He wanted to study the creature without the vampire looming. “You go ahead, I’ll finish.”

Even if Oren spotted the lie, what she wouldn’t spot was malice, or ill-intent for the creature, unless she imagined it, because there was none in Toby’s big-eyed face. Pity, nervousness, and a curiosity to figure out what had happened to this Thing was what his face read.

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"Fel." Montana greeted his favourite distraction with a courteous tone, and a polite, but not affectionate smile. His eyes didn't take on the normal softness they did when she was around either. Ever conscious of his body and and the tell tale signs they made when one betrayed oneself, Montana's feelings were well hidden between the veil of professionalism.

She had instinctively moved to heal Ms.Botrelle. Of course she did., she was a moth to pain. She had an ingrained need to mend physical wounds and sate the mental wounds that plagued the mind. This woman's mystery was irrelevant to the larger mechanisms of her biological, and perhaps spiritual, person.

Musing on the nature of green girl was better done in the meeting. All thoughts let back to the same source.

The comfortable sounds of flesh against linen, soft rustles as the former settled into the latter indicated Lulu was ready to be acknowledged as awake. Montana wanted to familiarize the two in his presence first, to see how their natural affinities reacted around each other. One half of Schippers and their resident Private Eye.

Lulu's initial play required naught but a small movement, innocent in nature that revealed the vixen hiding from her prey. Spire's response was dismissive, but not nonchalant. All noted by Montana who met Spire's eyes again around the same time his own left the vampires smooth skin.


"I believe I did take you to dinner before taking you to bed." He replied, referencing the blood pack he had fitted her with on arrival.

"Spire."

"I'll talk your proposition to the meeting, how it will be received, an operative moving with two hunters completely dark is something else entirely. I hope I have the sway to match the faith you've placed in me."

Either way, he would have had what eyes they had put on them. Montana didn't trust suspicious, but he was willing to work with it.

Out of the two present, the legs to die for seemed the more palpable of the two to work with. Perhaps the other brother, Toby, would be an interesting play off of Spire's predatory exterior.

He had one half of the family picture, he'd need to get the other one. So far they were shaping up to being the kind of people Montana could trust to get a job done.

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The momentary spike in Schippers’s heart rate did not escape Lulu, but he steadied it far too quickly to be someone she pegged as easily motivated by basic instinct: He, like the rest she had met so far, was a code to be cracked more with her mind than her body.



It made for a more interesting case, regardless. 



She opened her eyes, still heavy and lacking in focus, and turned first to the healer who had touched her. The healer was not a beautiful woman, from what Lulu saw n the shadows under her hood, but an interesting one. She had an easily learned face, and the tell-tale scent of a Fallen. “Hello, Fel,” Lulu said, taking the name cue from Montana. 



She then let her eyes wander over to the Schippers man, and furrowed her brow in his direction. He was hard, wolfish, and handsome, like the men she’d grown accustomed to working with during her time as a human. A charming smirk over venomous fangs, and a plan they would never even allude to having. “Mr… Spire?” she asked, though she had heard his name quite well already.

And finally, her lazy assessment of the room moved back to Montana, watching him with a different sharpness than that which she had observed the others. If anyone here knew what was going on, it was him: His moves were practiced, emotions veiled. He was playing the kind of game one would only notice being played if they, too, were participating. 



He was good at what he did.



“I suppose you did buy me dinner,” she said at last, tone joking as she propped herself up onto one elbow, “Though, I think you may have slipped me something. I can’t seem to remember coming into a bedroom. Or being invited to any meeting?”