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SCION

A world much like our own.

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Oren Kovalenko [158] Science.
Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana [118] Espionage, Intrigue, Martial Arts, and a healthy Imagination.
Issac Schofield [118] Always watchful.
Phoebe Stride [113] "Nirvana doesn't get enough credit."
Fel [93] A kind Fallen that enjoys helping others.
Christina Eberhart-Taroni [92] Knowledge is power, magic is might.
Alexander Wiseman [92] "Perception is key, half the battle can be won if the enemy perceives he has lost"
Crystal [90] This snarky teenager has a reply for just about everything.
Rafael Jose Alihambra [89] "I am a F**k Mothering Assassin, and I demand to be respected as such"
Spire Schippers [86] Just your friendly neighborhood cryptid-killing werewolf-sadist-sociopath. :)

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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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Issac was brought out of his thoughts by Alex's light touch, even knowing who it had been, he couldn't help but stiffen
. He turned to face Alex halfway and gestured that they should probably move a bit further away from the two guest that were mentioned before answering the mans question in a rather hushed tone, timing his words to be drown out by the other conversations in the medical bay.

" There really is no short answer, but they've agreed to keep it civilized for the time being. I don't trust them much further than that however, with how quickly the Bio-hazard team showed up and the fact that they were both at the scene about the same time as our group, suggest that they are part of something larger , Call it a hunch but ,he boys have a history as well. The human trafficking issue that I was involved in a few years back that went south real fast, they had been involved. " Issac weighed his words before he went on.

" They are not stupid ,so with enough people here they won't attempt anything. I'm more concerned about Arc at this point though, not only is he our comrade, he's also one hell of a catch information wise. If he falls into the wrong hands, well , we've really shot our selves in the foot then. There is also the matter of , what ever that might be" he said nodding to the medical room. He paused with a half assed smile before tossing the three brass casings he had been holding onto into his pocket. "To many un-resolved issues, not enough man power to deal with them; all personal things aside." He said with a shrug.


( ooc: forgive the slight Power play there.)

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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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"That's bullshit Wiseman. You're just doing what nearly every fucking field agent does and ignoring what I have to say in favour of the usual kneejerk macho shit of none of the field team being able to handle the idea of taking criticism from a lowly researcher. All mission I've had people expecting me to tiptoe around their egos." Oren growled, watching as the man left with a considerable degree of resentment.

"And is anyone actually planning to help me here? Or am I now not only doing the work of research and field operative, but am I also going to have to be the medical department too whilst Fel gets over whatever the hell s wrong with her."

The vampress hopped over to the cryptid, pulling a pair of gloves on.

In other situations, the strong smell of blood would have made working quite challenging. However there was nothing in the least bit attracting about the lime green ichor that was seeping through the sheet wrappings in large quantities.

Taking some shears Oren began to cut though the saturated fabric, only to glimpse what a mess this was. Organs out of place, muscles cut, ribs broken away. This was really a matter of major surgery, and Oren was not really a surgeon. Hell, she wasn't really even a medic. She had the training in the theory, but very little interest in the field, and this was going to be something incredibly difficult to fix up, especially if she ended up working solo.

Most beings would have been dead by this point anyway. The cryptid seemed to be hanging on, but the general lethargy and resignation about her by then, doing little to resist Oren's intrusion, told her that she was not doing well. And Oren felt at least partially responsible. Whilst she was not an especially empathetic person, she did believe in displaying some level of basic decency where work was concerned, and the fact that other SCION staff members could treat a case like this with even less than apathy, an active wish to kill a person who hadn't actually done anything, was, if nothing else, unsettling to her. Issac, Fel. The kind of attitude displayed was the kind of thing she had left her clan to get away from.

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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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Alexander followed Issac, moving so they could communicate without worrying about being overheard.Hearing that the two previously mentioned strangers agreed to be civil did not do much to ease his unease. Hearing about the bio-team he arched a brow hearing Issac's suggestion. " I don't like the interference of that Bio-team..." he said trailing off into his thoughts " I'll have a word with the tech team in a moment... I want to go through the employee files for that morgue.. it seems the best place to start on that front"

Rubbing the bridge of his nose hearing about Arc again he nodded in agreement with Issac " I am worried for him too... but for different reasons. If he was captured or dead we would not of heard anything so quickly.. So Mr. Alihambra could not be on recovery... unless he is walking into a trap.. but thats doubtful.. no one could Identify our effective force and plan a trap that swiftly" It was clear from speaking to Alexander when on missions such as this, he could be quite thorough in his thought process when trying to unravel someone else schemes. " However.. assuming this is a deal gone awry you don't turn someone in self defense... and you certainly don't turn someone with His skill set or if you have an idea of his connections and then leave them alive...unless you hold something over him"

Sparing a glance towards the medical room he sighed " And I am not even sure if bringing that thing back here was wise.. for a supposed safe house it doesn't seem that safe" he turned his gaze back towards Issac " Keep your guard up..with tensions high i don't like having guests here... Certainly with the dark clouds that gather upon the horizon. "

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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: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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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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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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((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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Alexander Wiseman


" Don't get confused between knowing a force and knowing what they have deployed.... but then again that advice was given to me by Solomon who had fought nothing but skirmishes and pitched battles" he said before waving a hand dismissively. Issac seemed intent of going to help Arc, not that he could be blamed, it was a natural reaction. Even to go as far as to attempt to redress one of his other concerns.

Hearing him comment about Oren though made Alexander sigh " Don't worry about her,It will be a simple case of looking at your reports later.... In the mean time i don't see any reasons why you shouldn't go to retrieve Arc.. exercise extreme caution.. As for the field op i will leave the choice up to you... The guests however i am not sure they will view Arc in the same light as you... but you seem to know these boys its your call"

" Go speak with those you plan on taking and then try and get a sit-rep from Alihambra before you leave" His timing in planning to dismiss Issac was fortuitous as he brought his gaze upon Christina, Alexander initial reaction was just to raise his brow as he took a moment just to simply stare." Is there something you wish to discuss my dear?...or are you just concerned for this old mans memory?" Alex knew the implications behind her words, but he was not interested in chasing veiled meanings from his colleagues, though he would always offer them the chance to speak plainly with him.

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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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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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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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“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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Not even a minute later, a certain hybrid had sauntered in, as casual as if it was just a normal day around base, where no one was at each other’s throats- at least, not more than they usually were. Her voice reflected this, smooth, with the usual undertone of snark going along with it.

“The hell you’d do to piss her off so much? Could hear her yellin’ from five rooms over, there.” Of course, that was a bit of an overstatement; Stride had merely been passing through the halls at the time, having left the medical bay shortly after determining that she had no real use there. After all, the most medical knowledge she had was regarding the basics of “do this, and keep your small intestine from slipping out of you like undercooked pasta”. Her contributions would most likely, just result in her getting in the way of people with some semblance of what to do.

Besides, there were still a few things that needed to be taken care of, and it was through this reasoning that Stride progressed through the halls, towards the room she had last seen Issac enter. As such, it didn’t take much effort on her part to pick up on the frustrated shouting from a certain sorceress, catch sight of her storming off to who-knew-where. While others may have gone after her in pursuit, Stride wasn’t one for honeyed words and comforts, and, as such, chose not to follow.

The risk of Christina lashing out at her for her efforts was somewhat of a factor, as well, so she was content to merely go about doing things as she usually would.

As things stood, it wouldn’t hurt much to ask what in cold hell he had been doing.

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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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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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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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" Well my dear... i can always make time to talk with my colleagues" he said towards christina. He did not mind sitting down with anyone to discuss a variety of issues. Even with the current issues being emotions seeming to be unchecked. With almost perfect timing as that thought ran through his mind he heard Issac speak back to Christina. Alexander simply watched the exchange until he heard the sound of Issac being slapped, though by magic.

Raising his hand to stop any words that might have come from Issac he spoke " Just grab what you need.. take one of the new guys if you need to... and yes standard rules of engagement and for the sake of the diminishing peace round here make sure no civilians get involved" Noticing Stride approach he nodded " Ah perfect timing... Mr. Schofield will be moving out shortly to recover Arc... If you could provide assistance that will make things a lot easier"

Glancing upwards slightly he let out a sigh " I will go check on her shortly" he said bringing his gaze back down towards the two operatives " Now then.... Anything else you two need me for?" There was no shortage of tasks for him to accomplish so undoubtedly he would be kept busy until Arc was recovered at which point he would take control of his predicament and hopefully only have to deal with a newly turned vampire and not act a damage control for a larger problem. But Alexander was a man who preferred to be prepared, not hopefully so he was keen to send the operatives on their way so he could prepare.

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To say Derrick was not happy was the understatement of the year. He had just gotten off the phone with his superior who was even less happy.

Over the phone he had been told two things. First was that he had to go lock-down the safe house. The second was to pick up Arcturus as no one else wanted to touch the newly turned vampire.

Before getting on the great task of transporting a vampire like some postal worker he instead went to the store. After all if he was going to be trapped with the rest of the crazy SCION folks he at least wanted to have snacks. After spending a little more time than necessary Derrick loaded up his black van with tinted windows and headed to pick up his 'package'.

Doing a quick check to make sure it was indeed Arcturus and not some random druggy or mobster he went to work. Pulling up his shirt to cover his mouth Derrick tossed a small charm onto the floor, the sound of glass shattering echoed on the walls of the empty warehouse. In the location where the bead broke black smoke came pouring out, heading towards the nearest target (which happened to be Arcturus). The black smoke was a short lasting knock-out gas that would insure Derrick's safety as he transported the new vampire to the safe-house.

Now the hard part was lifting, well dragging really, the fully grown man into a vehicle. After that was taken care of Derrick drove back to the safe-house wondering if he could bring Arc and his grocery into the house in one trip.

Arriving at the safe-house Derrick loaded four grocery bags around his arms before dragging the vamp in. Arcturus would probably have some bumps and bruises for being dragged around but that wasn't really Derrick's problem.

The moment Derrick was through the front door he unceremoniously dropped Arc, but not his grocery's, after all he had paid for those. Turning to a nearby wall he moved a pretty painting of a sunset of the beach to its side revealing a hidden rune beneath it. Reaching out Derrick traced the rune with his fingers and muttering something under his breath. As he muttered the rune glowed brighter and brighter until a blinding flash burst from it, spreading through the whole house.

With that down Derrick turned to those present in the room and spoke his voice a chiding tone like one would use on a toddler. "Alright children, you've been put in time out while our parents sort out the mess you made."

After that announcement he finally turned assessing the room and those in it. "I am going to put away my food and then we are going to all have a little pow-wow where everyone not involved in medical operations are going to tell me what the hell happened out there." Derrick's tone was condescending as he continued speaking."If you kiddies are good I may even share the candy I bought with you." His sunglasses turned clearly looking at Spire. "That pow-wow will also include how you ended up part of this mess Mr. Schippers."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Derrick Avalon
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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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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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“Seems like it,” Stride drawled, the words rolling smoothly off her tongue as she watched Derrick out of the corner of her eye. Avalon. Condescending, glasses-wearing asshole he was, his presence only told the Fighter that things really had gone to shit out there. After all, it wasn’t every mission that he of all people were sent out to deal with things, much less put them all under “time out”.

Golden eyes flicked back to Issac, regarding him casually. “Look, get that you’re pissed n’ all, but ya should stop actin’ like ya got a stick shoved up your ass. From the sounds of it, pretty much everyone ‘round here fucked up one way or another. That right?” There was hardly any accusation in her tone, merely the same informality as before. “So cut Christina some slack, sit down, and get some damn pizza. Either way, everyone’ll probably have a shit ton of paperwork to do when this is all over.”

With that, she plopped herself onto the couch, popping her shoulder and letting out a sigh at the noise that followed. “And, uh,” idly, Stride gestured towards the fallen Arc.

“Should we go toss him in a closet or somethin’? It’ll make for a good joke.”

In truth, she was quite annoyed; what with Derrick's sudden appearance and subsequent chiding, as well as the various arguments, there was little chance to sit down, crack open a cola or whatever Kora had brought, and relax. The sound of "being put on time out" was rather foreboding, as well...

At the very least, Stride mused, it would make for an excellent show with the meal. She had done nothing wrong, after all; hell, from how things were turning out, she and her group were looking like the cream of the crop.

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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 didn’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. “Oh, hello, Derrick! Good to see you again; you didn’t get too much trouble out there, did you?” Although the voices that had drifted to him told that the mage wasn’t the one in trouble, it was still a polite gesture to ask- or such was the researcher’s logic, at the very least.

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