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Toby Schippers

BADASS HUNTER OF THE SUPERNATURAL (who stutters and wears argyle sweater vests and is also a pretty nice guy.)

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a character in “SCION”, originally authored by FranklyLorelle, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Toby Schippers

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Name
  • Tobias (Toby) Schippers

Species
  • Human, weak sorcerer
Rank
  • Not affiliated with SCION
Description
  • Pleasant, soft, unremarkable face
  • 6'0"
  • Mouse-brown, wavy hair
  • 24 years old
  • Male
Personality
  • Reserved and polite to a fault
  • Noteable block-stutter speech impediment tends to keep him quiet around strangers
  • Book smart and loves to read, but sometimes a little bit common-sense dumb
Skills
  • Senses cryptid presence and can subtly manipulate the effects of their abilities
  • Empathetic sensitivity and influence
  • Dead shot with most any gun
Weaknesses
  • Lack of formal military training
  • Refuses to use verbal or symbol based spells to help structure his power
  • Just...generally not very powerful


Brief History
(Also see Spire Schippers' profile)

While the eldest Schippers Spire was in therapy for vivisecting helpless mammals, the middle child Toby was in a different kind of therapy: communications therapy with a speech pathologist for his crippling stutter, which would never fully eliminate the problem. It didn't stop him from being an avid reader.

His no-nonsense parents never gave much credit to the strange sensations he experienced from the time he was a child, but they were never fond of his bringing it up. Toby wasn't too fond of the ability, either, given that following the pull of two hikers' pain and a third presence of a Thing was got his little brother killed and his older one turned into a werewolf.

From then on, through helping Spire find safe places to transform and places Toby could practice his manipulations on his brother, through shooting practice, and through eating up any bit of reading material on anti-magic and counter-occult he could find (when his parents weren't looking, of course), Toby prepared to become a slayer of monsters.

And, well, he also had high school and then later classes at the community college where he put in just enough time to pull passing grades in literary studies so that he could fulfill his dream to be an English teacher. BUT IN THE SUMMER AND ON THE WEEKENDS AND IN BETWEEN CLASSES, he totally prepared to become a slayer of monsters.

(He has yet to be hired as a teacher. His resume looks pretty good, but he--he d--doesn't tend to interview well. For the present he does okay publishing scholarly literature analysis in journals and magazines. He wrote a good one on the "development of vampires from classical literature to modern teen-fiction.")

Today
Just because the Schippers brothers found themselves forced to believe that the supernatural did exist, they were certainly not convinced that it should, especially not after what happened to Kole.
Months of agony in learning to handle Spire's transformations, pages of vigorous study of the supernatural, hours of combat practice, and nearly ten years later, Toby and Spire turned self-appointed crusaders against all things magical or mystical. Between Toby's pale brand of sorcery (cryptid-sensitivity and manipulation, as well as weak emotional empathy and influence), and Spire's lycanthrope senses and (eventual) ability to force shift, they made a solid team when it came to finding and slaughtering the nightmarish things that terrorize the fringes of reality.

Toby tended to get a bit apologetic about the whole thing.

So begins...

Toby Schippers's Story

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus.
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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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" Spire, Toby, I'll not ask for your weapons , but I will ask that we keep everything civilized, Please?" He asked before getting out of the Van, which had been parked around the back of the Safe house building in a somewhat hidden spot. Issac went a head and pulled out his multi tool01 heading to the back of the van. He removed the license plate and placed it in the back of the van.
He didn't want some police officer to pass by and notice the stolen car, so he took the plate from his rental car and placed it on the van. His rental car could be explained off simply, the van, not so much. Satisfied with his work he went to the safe-house.

Issac marched in behind Oren, wearing his regular passive yet stern expression, ignoring Oren's complains against him. She didn't provide any leadership and blew his suggestion out of proportion, but she was a doctor and probably hadn't been in a situation were cutting off a dead limb would serve better than hanging onto the hope of keeping it. He didn't hold it against her. Issac gave a wave to Alexander and the others. " We've got guest of our own." Issac said with a nod behind him, then gave Alex a warning expression, just for a split second. Not that it was needed Alex tended to error on the side of caution more than not from what little Issac knew of him. He'd not have to worry about Spire or Toby here. Out numbered and out gunned.

Issac paused for a moment seeing Lulu, an eye brow arced in surprise, then offered a smile and a nod as a greeting before heading into the 'Living' room. The smell of food hit him like a piano dropped from a 5 story building. He darted over and swiped a slice before heading off to find a spot to sit down. He'd have to talk to folks in a bit but currently he just wanted to stay out of the medical groups way, after all he only had extensive training in field medical and with Oren and Lovette here there was no need for his skills.

Issac debated on what to do about Arc. He was relatively alone right now facing who knew what. Like or dislike he was part of the group, and more importantly... He knew a good bit about SCION that didn't need to get out, to anyone. He didn't seem to notice the rookies in the room. His mind was busy.

Issac sighed, taking the three brass casings from his pocket and rattled them like dice in his hands. Was he really going to have to be that asshole who kept loose ends tied...? Issac's guarded expression didn't hold up like it normally did...

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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"Scout's honor," said Spire to Issac pleasantly. He had definitely never been a boyscout. Toby had, though. It probably counted.

Spire and Toby exited the car and shared a glance. Spire could catch the scent of vampires and wolves mingling from the doorway.

"A lot," Toby said to Spire's unasked question. A lot of cryptids in there. It made Toby uneasy and Spire suspicious. But they weren't taking their weapons. And this was not only an opportunity to check out these curiosities, this was their lead on the murders. Toby cared enough about the deaths to stifle his unease. And Spire was intrigued enough by this organization to stifle his suspicion. So into the safe house they went, Spire taking the lead, until they found an open place in the room to stand and observe.

The scent of numerous bleeding cryptids and painkillers and...pizza.

"This is quite a gathering," Spire remarked, just as Lulu toppled--quite near him. He probably could have caught her. He didn't even blink. "I can't say I've crashed a more interesting party than this one."

He returned the eye contact of the girl who seemed so curious about him. She was a wolf, he identified without Toby's help. He saw how she avoided him, so he made a point of meeting her eyes now and again, to make her uncomfortable--it was very Spire-like to begin with, but also almost instinctual: the lone wolf, to make the pack-bound pup squirm.

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Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle
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Instinctively, Madison had stepped forth to catch their new guest, but returned to his original position upon seeing that Montana had taken care of her. A good thing, too; in hindsight, smearing a stranger in someone elseā€™s- rather peculiar- bodily fluids did not tend to be smiled upon.

And, at any rate, it allowed the weight of Felā€™s exclamation to fully hit him.

Madison was a cryptid behaviorlogist. He had studied many species, interviewing them, getting to know them, and documenting all of his findings away for later study. Fallen were a type he knew well. They were peaceful, they were kind, and they most certainly did not recoil away from wounded, a scathing remark of ā€œLet it dieā€ on the healersā€™ lips.

Something was wrong- it was an anomaly, a reaction unheard of in Fallen- in Fel.

He would definitely have to speak to her after this, but not now. There were more pressing matters to attend to, after all.

At Montanaā€™s and Felā€™s recounting of what had occurred, Madison bit back a comment of ā€œcalled itā€, instead wringing his hands thoughtfully. He had had a sneaking suspicion that Arc was a sociopath, after all, and fully expected that what drove him was not mind control at all.

Madison wondered if he should have made any bets with anyone beforehand, or if that would have been considered too unprofessional.

Instead of voicing his thoughts on the events surrounding the White Rose, the vampire instead nodded, swinging his arms at his sides. ā€œWe all thought that she was dead, but good news is that sheā€™s not quite there yet,ā€ Madison chirped. ā€œBut, now, then,ā€

The researcher turned on his heel once more, gesturing over to Spire, Toby, and Lulu in one sweeping movement. ā€œSince weā€™re going out and explaining what happened, would anyone care to tell me who are lovely guests are? Iā€™m a bit late to the party, unfortunately, but Iā€™m assuming that the miss is involved with the case?ā€

Then, as an afterthought, Madison added, ā€œOh, nice to meet you three, by the way. Sorry about all the ruckus around here.ā€

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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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It hadnā€™t taken long for Stride to retreat to one of the armchairs with a plate of pizza and soda, enjoying the feeling of cheese stretching out from between her teeth as she relaxed. What with the fact that their part of the mission went off without much trouble- hell, even managing to find a fresh source- she felt that she deserved a little lunch break.

Besides, it wasnā€™t like her presence was necessary or anything. Sheā€™d probably pass through later, once she was done with her break, but the ones who had gathered could otherwise take care of things.

Stride was busying herself with her second slice when Oren had stormed inside, followed by Issac and two others she had never seen before in her life. She watched the pair for a moment behind her goggles, squinting, before rising to go and interrogate Issac. He had, after all, been frustratingly vague on the details, in spite of the fact that it apparently involved half of the team bailing on the job, Arc murdering god-knew how many vampires, and a reviving cryptid.

And speaking of the devilā€¦

With his characteristic brightness, Madison entered the safehouse and began to strut to the medical bay, greeting a majority of the company by name. Given that Stride had long ago given up on correcting the researcherā€™s habit of referring to her by her first name, she was readying herself to merely give a grunt of acknowledgement before moving to interrogate Issac.

However, the cryptid dangling from Madisonā€™s arms caught her attention, keeping it there as they continued down the hall.

Stuffing the last chunk of pizza into her mouth, Stride slipped out of the chair and onto the seat. If anything, what with how many were gathering in the medical ward, it wouldnā€™t be difficult to get more details. The fact that Oren currently seemed to be yelling at someone only put more emphasis onto her idea.

Just as she expected, as she approached the room, the voices that drifted out to her were...interesting, to say the least.

ā€œLet it die.ā€ Felā€™s voice, of all people.

A mention of nine dead vampires at Arcā€™s hand, Montanaā€™s voice.

Then a note of the aforementioned fighter getting turned, as well as a startled cry; that was Oren.

Not wasting any more time, Stride walked in, glancing about the room. It seemed as if many of the operatives had gathered, creating a mess of activity in the room.

Only one thing came to mind to say at that moment.

ā€œFive bucks says Mr. Maskyā€™s gettin' fired soon.ā€

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Crystal
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Issac's heels clicked together as if addressing a higher ranking officer, an old habbit before he spoke.

"Pardon if I find that statement a little on the naive side Alexander. But as much work as SCION has done in the last few years you're telling me that , no one, has figured out about a large shadow organization ? Te fact we are who we are adds a risk, how many new recruits have we had in the last 4 years alone? It wouldn't be unheard of for a well guarded organization to be infiltrated by another then crushed or picked a part. You said so your self, this is something bigger. We need to get both Alihambra and Arc support about half an hour ago." Issac's mind crunched through various plans in a matter of moments before piecing together an idea that could hold water.

" I want to go after Arc, give me at least one other Field op, and I will take my guest with me, this will lower the chances of them doing anything here and help prevent things here from getting to out of hand with that thing.... With how much Toby and Spire hate vampires it wouldn't take much convincing to go waste a couple of them if we do run into a trap. " Issac's words lulled for a moment as he listened to Oren's ranting. " She really needs to take that chip off her shoulder. She acts like I was gonna kill everyone in the hospital. " He said, forgetting him self for a moment. " Anyhow. It would compartmentalize the risk to our group with how much shit we stepped in. It would also let the morgue team split up and not be forced together again with how many hurt feelings there are right now." Issac scanned the room for a moment for a head count and sighed . " There are far to many people here... And with the possibility of a larger entity looming over us I'd rather not all be under one roof.. "


Issac looked up at the Vampire and recognition seemed to over take him " Forgive me if I spoke out of turn, just an Idea. "

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Spire and Toby found themselves in the interesting position of being outsiders watching the chaos play out--outsiders who should be paid suspicion, but who, because of other pressing matters, were being left to their own devices. They learned much in the time they listened and said nothing--Toby, carefully sifting through the textures of their magic outputs like files in a folder; Spire, studying their relationships, listening to their heart beats.

They hadn't paid Madison enough direct attention to notice that he was, in fact, male, and when the vampire addressed them, his light voice only raised just enough doubt to inspire a brief double take.

"Spire," introduced the elder brother with a gracious smile. Too late to use fake names since Issac already knew, unfortunately.

"Toby," said the second.

When the vampire with the sharp tongue--Oren--called for volunteers, Spire gave Toby the faintest nudge in the side with his elbow. If Toby could make physical contact with the creature, he could get a stronger, clearer read on her particular brand of unnaturalness.

"I c--can help, if you'll let me," said Toby meekly, though in many regards he fully agreed with Fel's suggestion to let it die. He approached with a cautious step. "I--uh--I d--don't know much beyond...pretty standard first aid, but I've--" He tried to smile, though he found it difficult to smile with the cloying, scraping sense of a half-dozen cryptids in the room. "--I've had to stitch up a lot of stuff. YouTube medical degree over here."

He only ever realized how pathetic he sounded after the words were out.

Spire, meanwhile, did his best to listen to every conversation, though even with his sharp hearing he couldn't keep track of them all.
What he did gather, however, was further proof that this wasn't some ragtag bunch. Well...they were pretty ragtag, and not very well-organized, and apparently at each other's throats a fair amount--but he didn't want to assume that the broader organization was so sloppy. He far preferred the position of being underestimated to risking underestimating someone or something else.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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((ooc: Sorry, removing double post. Also, apologies for my absence and for a hastily assembled post. I was in a show--and then humans--and busy--and it's fine. I get a week off for Christmas so yay I'll be able to breathe for a sec.))

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Spire Schippers
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Issac gave Christana a look of irritation before turning back to Alexander to finish hearing him out.

" Alright I will deal with that then. Discreet as possible. just to be clear, R.O.E for other cryptics would be a " don't fire unless fired upon" situation. I will ask Stride to come with me, but we will need someone to provide a bit more assistance. "

He turned to Christina , he was tired of being called an unethical killer, He gave her a measured look, locking eyes with her.
" Actually no, There was no "order" to keep that thing alive. You and Oren Assumed because Lovvette was called in that we had to keep it alive. I simply asked if we needed to because the only information I had about that thing was it was suppose to be dead, and then attacked a co-worker of ours . 'You' and Oren both made an assumption that it wasn't hostile. You two got lucky plain and simple. What if that bio-hazard team had been waiting at the base of the chute? What if the chute had lead to a corpse pit that only opened from the outside? What happens if it lead to an incinerator ? If that thing had attacked Oren when she went down the chute you'd be dead right now right along with her. I might be paranoid , but that doesn't mean shit like that doesn't happen. " He sighed a bit hearing him self and decided to tone it down, taking a more civilized tone instead of jabbing at her.

" I will apologize for being an ass hat, but I won't apologize for trying to find the most effective way of getting as many of our people back home safely as possible. yes, I got pissed when I was basically told to fuck off by a researcher who pretending to be a field operative. I don't pretend to know or understand how things work in a lab, I simply sit there and do exactly what is asked of me so that I don't mess anything up and wished I could be given the same courtesy" He softened his tone more.

" So what ever issue you have with me can sit by the way side until we finish this mess. You can file a complaint against me and be done with me for the rest of your time at SCION, but right now we have someone who is wounded stuck out there. " His expression changed from something tight to a look of real concern. " and honestly I don't think I can get him back here with out your help safely."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Oren accepted the treatment from Montana without a lot of comment, less out of distaste for it and more out of concentration as she worked, hoping to try and deal with the mess made of the creature.


She didn't know for certain how her system reacted to things, so she was aware on some level that any chemical was, potentially, an issue, but she would assume that the nervous system must work much the same if the way she'd expressed pain was any indication, and, frankly, leaving her completely aware of the whole thing whilst she was reaching round in her insides was simply inhumane and besides, they needed to do at least something about the blood loss, and a transfusion was not on the cards, so Oren had Madison go fetch a few things.

SCION research worked on a lot of things, and whilst projects did not always reach their intended goals, Oren's ongoing mission for efficiency did mean that all discoveries were put to use. For instance, her research into perfluorocarbons as an artificial blood source for vampires.

The substance she developed, when dissolved in water, had turned out not to be adequate for a vamp, but had been re-purposed into a means of providing a viable oxygen-carrying blood substitute. Something that could be used for transfusions without the issue of blood type and potential rejection....very useful when you had a number of different species around. She didn't have much with her, but it was enough to work with. Oren was always prepared.

With some help from the vampire she set up an IV and Oren started measuring out some chemicals from her case. One, PFC solution, two, morphine. Her gaze flickered over to Toby for a moment.
"Start trying to pull out any bullet fragments you can find. It's all kind of a mess but I'd like not to leave too much in there." she explained as she got everything set up.

Fortunately, the painkillers seemed to work, and took effect pretty quickly, as the cryptid seemed to relax, muscles no longer tense. Her functioning hand unclenched from the fist it had formed, and her head lolled over to one side, blood-chocked silvery hair spilling across the table.

From this, Oren started the real work, beginning to carefully untangle the grisly mess beneath the bandages.

She worked carefully, disentangling cloth and blood and bone and organic matter and setting everything into proper place. Fortunately, impressively, nothing seemed to have ruptured or torn. Evenso, it was a lot of work.

There was some shouting and the sound of someone running upstairs and slamming one of the doors, but Oren gave it little attention, as by then she was concentrating hard on the task at hand, blood leeching up her sleeve and eyes down. The researcher was in the zone and had no intention of becoming distracted.

"Montana, if you want to be helpful could you first please stop any fighting going on, and secondly could you try and get through to the officers about this clusterfuck."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Jonah Tanner Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Toby, recovering from a bit of surprise that Oren so readily consented to letting him help, stepped forward, jerking out of the sleeves of his blazer with mild difficulty, exposing his sweatervest and the two holstered glocks. He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and picked up a pair of long tweezers--the sort of skinny ones--and poised himself above the creature's shoulder, where the bullet fragments had torn the flesh. The close proximity to the sensation of dark, old magic made him want to gag as much as the grisly, inhuman sight of the wounds did. On top of it, emotional and physical sensation tended to bleed through, especially when he got close--like when he set his hand near the bullet wound to brace and steady. But he drank it in, searching for a clearer reading as he carefully inserted the stainless steal prongs into the revolting, green injury to remove a fragment.

Real life "Operation."

"You weren't always like this, where you?" he mused softly as he did his best to find the hard fragments in the soft flesh, a measure of pity tempering his revulsion when he forced himself to look at her face.


Spire, meanwhile, listened to the ongoing argument with his arms crossed and his eyes half-lidded. About when Christina stormed off was when he couldn't take it anymore. He laughed. Quietly at first, and then harder.

"That would be useful, Mr. Montana," he said, picking up on Oren's comment. "The amount of drama in this room is getting a little suffocating. Look, I gather your 'mission' seems to have taken a dive, but if you've all finished finger-pointing and raising petty defenses and throwing tantrums, I don't suppose anyone would be interested in working out what you've actually learned and what you intend to do next? I'm getting a tad bored of the...clearly deep-seated interpersonal issues, but something practical, that. That I'm very interested to hear. I'm not sure exactly what you people are after, but Toby and I have done a bit of prodding around already, ourselves, and we'd just assume get back to prodding around if you all need some time for group therapy."

Bait for information exchange placed, he looked expectantly from one cryptid to the next. Impossible to tell who was in charge, here, or he'd look at that person.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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When you work with people as long as you did, their personality quirks became something you either appreciated, accepted, or hated. Oren's manner of speaking, and overall nature didn't bother Montana. Her results, and aptitude for her work made her a valuable ally, and the odd rant, and her generally dismissive nature, was just part of the persona that produced results for his agency, and by proxy himself.

"I've already sent a message explaining our situation to need to know minds." Blessed are the peacekeepers, and Montana often served as a peacekeeper, but from the looks of things the situation had dried up, with one operative, (Christina he believed, he could tell by the sound of her footfalls,) slamming her doors in response to the exchange that happened below.

So, he'd put Lulu into a safe room, one of the cleaner ones uninhabited by his fellows and their choices of hygiene, and guard her. Or, if anyone was available, leave them in charge so he could set up the meeting, then try to ease his co workers mind.

There was also the business with Arcturus, which Montana wanted wrapped up as /quickly/ as possible.

He wasn't cleaning the van under any circumstances.

Spire's voice moved through the air with a smirk and a beckon. Montana's dark eyes settled on Spire's grey. The contrast wasn't only in colour. There was no hint of humor in the coal blacks.

"I'll review what information is suitable as per our agreement, and share it with you. After an organized information exchange with my fellow operatives. Anything else is outside of what I assured I'd provide"

The expression on Montana's face was settled, void of any recognizable emotion, but not unfriendly. A boat floating in a dead lake.

"I'll extend the same blessing I did earlier today, if you wish to continue your investigation alone, you are free to do so."

These brothers were a different sort then Lady Lulu, who made a business out of the information she gathered. Her morality, good or bad was irrelevant at this stage. At least when it came to exchanging information. These two were most likely different, given what he had read on their file. Doing this work out of a sense of duty, perhaps revenge mixed in as the right kind of fuel. The one he was speaking with now, Spire, was very obviously a predatory creature, who would sway the power between them, albeit subtly, as much as he could. He'd deal with them differently because of this.

His message was simple. You'll get what I share. If you wish me to share more? You'll talk. I'll decide what your intel is worth, and we move on from there. You do not dictate the pace of our operation in any capacity. If this stifles your own investigation you're free to walk out of that door.

Relatively free. If they did leave he'd be keeping tabs on them via SCION's spy network for some time. Regardless of what they decided. Hunters sometimes proved to be valuable, usually unwitting, executors for their organization. If they could be handled properly. Those that couldn't were handled accordingly. Montana was by no means above selling them a very believable bridge, complete with it's own goose, for them to pursue for the next 48 hours.

"If you have any questions, I'll answer them outside of the medical wing."

There was slight ripple in the lake, that formed a polite smile.

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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 Montanaā€™s matte dark eyes steadily and the two became a very short study in poker facesā€”one steady and polite, and one that had lost its polite faƧade 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 Montanaā€™s softness, almost gentleness, made him seem the most dangerous. But Spire wasnā€™t to be trifled with either.

ā€œSounds fair enough,ā€ 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 didnā€™t like him.

Toby didnā€™t especially enjoy his company when it came to it, either, though Toby had always been quicker to trust.
Still, Avalonā€™s entrance was beginning to click the pieces together. Avalon had spoken of an organization once, too. Same intelligence-agency gimmicky phrases.

ā€œA fortunate coincidence,ā€ Spire explained with a wave of his hand. ā€œRight place, right time, same trail of breadcrumbs.ā€ His eyes flicked back to the pit-black eyes. ā€œMontana here was about to debrief me. Say hi, Toby.ā€ He pointed and made once again to exit the medical wing to accept Montanaā€™s offer.

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

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It seemed that Oren was taking mercy on his lack of medical skills, for Madison found himself merely serving as retrieval instead of being forced to choose between blue or red wire- or what appeared to be a kidney and maybe a slightly misshapen liver, in this case. He moved about the medical bay as swiftly as possible, gathering this, drawing that out of that other thing, and bringing them to wherever they were needed.

He hardly noticed Toby had joined them until he found himself maneuvering around the man, as well, although he hardly gave the man more than an appreciative smile before pressing on. After all, considering that they were attempting to keep a previously unrecorded species of cryptid from dying where she lay, surgery took priority over idle chitchat.

However, all things considered, his job didnā€™t last long; after all, there were only so many supplies you could bring before your task was unnecessary. As such, Madison had retired himself close by, hands placed carefully at his side so as to prevent any more staining- although by now, his outfit was definitely beyond saving. It allowed him to break out of his previous trance, at any rate, and, in connection, allowed him to take notice of his current company.

Upon spotting a certain bespectacled businessman, Madison brightened, smiling and raising a hand in a semi-wave. ā€œOh, hello, Derrick! Good to see you again; you didnā€™t get too much trouble out there, did you?ā€ Although the voices that had drifted to him told that the mage wasnā€™t the one in trouble, it was still a polite gesture to ask- or such was the researcherā€™s logic, at the very least.

And courtesy was always key, especially around well-known coworkers.

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Hearing the door open Alexander glanced sideways to note not only Derricks arrivals but he had collected Arc as well. A fortuitous turn of events indeed as they did not need to send anyone out now, plus the mages skill set was an extremely useful tool. " Mr. Avalon... Its good to see you again" Hearing Derrick use the term of time out implied to Alexander that they place was entering a sort of lock down. No operation was to be launched until all the information was compiled and given a once over.

" And you come bearing gifts" he said flatly. Striding over to Arc he Reached down and lifted the unconscious figure and threw it over his shoulder. " I will secure him upstairs in one of the rooms... and once i have him compos mentis i will let you know" he said turning to carry the man upstairs. It was strange seeing Alexander carrying a person with the seeming ease and very little discomfort shown. It served to remind everyone that he was still a vampire and not just an old man. He would however make a detour into the medical area to grab a blood bag before heading up stairs.

Once upstairs he find the room that had his possessions in. Mainly a large travelling trunk. Placing Arc on the bed he went over to the trunk and undone the leather straps and the clasps. Rummaging round inside the trunk for moment he pulled out two separate lengths of ropes and laid them to one side. Using the ropes he would lash Arc down to the bed making sure to tie some bulky knots into the rope to make sure he couldn't shake them loose. Satisfied that Arc was secure he would wait for the man to regain consciousness before even thinking about feeding him, as Alexander could tell the new blood had yet to feed.

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Spireā€™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. ā€œI agree,ā€ he said. ā€œWorking together is probably the best way. I donā€™t know if youā€™ve talked to Schofield, but failure to communicate was what dashed his plans last time we met. Keep us in the loop and weā€™re far more likely to stay out of your way.ā€

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

ā€œHow about,ā€ he said, ā€œtell 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.ā€

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 didnā€™t need his mind getting away with himā€”and not in the way Lulu was trying to evoke. Spireā€™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 hadnā€™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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ā€œYeah,ā€ said Toby, still surprised at how comparatively gentle Oren had been with him considering the way he had seen her cuss out her coworkers. ā€œYeah, I think Iā€™ve got the wholeā€”ā€œ He paused and changed his mind. ā€œā€”Well, almost all of it.ā€ He looked up. ā€œI mean, Iā€™d better make sure. Sorry, Iā€™m slower than you. I cā€”can seal it up in a sec.ā€ As a matter of fact, Toby was quite certain heā€™d gotten it allā€”he worked slower, yes, but heā€™d had to remove a few bullet fragments while sheā€™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. ā€œYou go ahead, Iā€™ll finish.ā€

Even if Oren spotted the lie, what she wouldnā€™t spot was malice, or ill-intent for the creature, unless she imagined it, because there was none in Tobyā€™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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Cults, sacrifices, transformations, resurrections...Madison had to take a moment to ponder whether or not he had fallen into some kind of old-fashioned horror movie, before shrugging it off for a more serious train of thought. After all, what with the implications that were being set out before them, things werenā€™t exactly looking their most brightest.

Was once a human.

Not anymore.

Apparently disposed of, only to come back as a confused young woman walking the fine line between death and life. And even then, in spite of her state, completely rejected by their local Fallen. ā€œLet it die.ā€ Of course, while Madison was not the type to leap into assumptions (ā€œassumeā€ makes an ass out of you and me, dear Maddie), and planned to speak with both Cryptid, Fel, and the enigmatic miss Lulu alike, there was still the lingering sense that they had stumbled upon something...a bit bigger than they expected.

Nevertheless, Madison was growing tired of feeling his clothes cling to him with rapidly cooling moisture, so, seeing that his assistance was no longer necessary at the moment, he decided to go change before pursuing any further action. His old outfit- completely ruined at this point- went neatly into a biohazard bin, and he himself went into a hot shower to wash off the remaining blood. After all, while he had experienced no real negative effects in spite of being contact with the stuff, it was rather unpleasant to have against his skin.

Once he was fully dried and dressed, the vampire stepped from the bathroom, enjoying the lingering steam for a few moments before making his way to his claimed room. Upon getting there, Madison retrieved his purse from the end table, and, sitting himself on the bed, freed his work phone from beneath the piles of trinkets and pulled up the contacts list.

While he had been called in to help with properly identifying their cryptid, it never hurt to have another opinion in the matter.

With that in mind, Madison pressed his thumb gently upon the enter button, and, after waiting for the incessant ā€œbrrringā€ing to end, brought the receiver up to his ear.

ā€œHello?ā€ He began, unconsciously crossing his ankles. ā€œThis is Madison speaking. Sorry for calling up so suddenly; Iā€™m not interrupting anything, am I?ā€

With any luck, Silas wouldnā€™t have too much on his plate today.

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"Don't look so surprised." Oren remarked, getting the impression that the young man had been expecting her to start snapping at him at any moment.
"Contrary to popular belief I'm not the Wicked Witch of the West, I just have a very low tolerance level for other people's bullshit."

She finished taping up the dressing across the cryptid's torso.

"And I appreciate the fact that you mostly just keep your mouth shut and get on with what you're supposed to do."

She pulled off her gloves, now veneered in glistening green, deposited them in a biohazard bin by the door. The vampress then made her way through the rooms of the safehouse, until she managed to track down her target.

"Avalon." she called from the doorway.
"I'm formally requesting that I get taken off the crew for this mission. I have specifically, specifically requested that I am not required to do field work. Whilst that farce that just occurred probably only qualifies as fieldwork in the vaguest sense of the word, it is more than enough to convince me that I want nothing to do with any of this. I was hired as a scientist. To do science. Not to babysit field agents. There are numerous other things that I could be doing which would be far more productive to the organization and far less infuriating to me, and since people seem convinced that I'm lazy and incompetent and have nothing to offer, I'm sure no-one is going to be overly concerned when I leave and get back to the werewolf research."