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Post by NightshadeVII on Jan 27, 2018 3:46:35 GMT -6
The dullahan didn't know, what he had expected, would come from this, it could have been anything, but what he saw now, made it clear, that he hadn't expected this. Of all things. What he now saw, on a plane above physical, confirmed what what the WDSA, and he, had suspected. There was definitely a spirit here, or something worse. Throughout his life, Samael had never seen anything like this. The entire world around him warped, twisted by tangible malice, the air heavy, as if it was filled with dust, with spores ready to fester in anything. It was like the mere presence of whatever entity in the building, tainted everything, han taken root in the building and spread like veins, like a hateful disease. And it seemed like, in that instant, this presence, whatever it would turn out to be, became aware of him, turning on him, even if nothing happened to his physical body. It was aware of both his, and the officers’ presence. What was this? What had created this? That was the moment he chose to retreat back into himself, the tendrils that had stretched so far curling up, as if they had been struck by something, which they had, in a way. However, currently he didn't want to risk further investigation. Who knew what the being here could do to him, when he was vulnerable like this? Exposed. Glass sealed itself in an instant, becoming whole again, as if it never had been any other way.
Had he had lungs like a human, he'd be heaving for breath. His entire system overcome with a fuzzy exhaustion, making him unsure of just what he felt, just why his hands were trembling, his entire core being jittering, flickering for a little while, the outermost parts of it raw, like frayed ends of cloth. He needed to get better at doing this. Quickly he shook himself, hoping to get rid of lingering sensations, hoping that they would fall away. That couldn't be his focus now. If he got so caught up in what he had felt, he would forget about what he could do, what he had to do. After all, he wasn't here alone. He had an obligation to others. Even if this put him on edge, he'd have to tame that, get it down under control again.
Regaining sight and voice, he registered that the officers had begun moving away. Had they seen something? Someone perhaps. The dullahan wasn't sure of just what had occurred in the physical world. One reality always cancelled out the other, dominating, it was impossible to be in one and n the other at the same time. Coexistence was an ideal he had never been able to attain. With what he had just seen, the last thing he wanted to do was loose sight of the two officers, so he picked up pace, joining up with the two men. “There's... definitely something metaphysical here, not sure exactly what...”, Samael said, seeming to glace back at the room they had come from, judging by the way he moved his head, “I haven't seen anything like it.” Still the afterimages of that other-worldly strain were so clear to him, not only visually, the sensation it had brought with it hung around him like a heaviness in the air, a sickness just above his skin. And while he was relived to know, that what he had seen didn't seem to be capable of directly influencing the physical world or the two officers, yet, he did wonder that it could be so invisible. But maybe it was just a matter of time.
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Post by MP on Feb 4, 2018 17:37:53 GMT -6
The clomp and click of footsteps echoed up the stairway. There were hollow mutterings from the straggler. A man's voice drifted to the upper gallery, wheedling and false. Why couldn't they be quiet?
Nothing moved in the dark. Nothing emerged to meet the trio. But a subtle hostility seemed to curdle the answering silence - a gaze, perhaps. An awareness. The building seemed to listen for them as they moved. A deathly hush descended as they stepped into the upper floor.
If the atmosphere was oppressive, the room by contrast seemed almost mundane. It had none of the looming statues of the first gallery. No snarling masks or painted relics or eerie, ashen smiles. Cases of ancient tools lined the walls - nails or axes or other dirtied items. Miscellaneous wooden bits and scraps of decayed clothing lay in their own cases, labeled by plaques. Even the more exotic items were unimpressive: a rusted spear and sword hilt stood in rusted disrepair. It was the kind of gallery that children skipped. The officers would do best to move on too.
A woman was seated beside a case of old arrowheads, watching them - another night guard, if the pristine suit jacket and posture was anything to go by. Her legs were tucked neatly under the guard's chair and to one side, primly clerical, the vagueness of their outline probably just a trick of the dark. There was no tension in her posture - she seemed completely oblivious to the malevolent air of the place - but her gaze was disapproving. The glare of a librarian turning upon rowdy children.
"Can I help you?" she asked. It was a deeper voice, almost velvety, but equally cold. The words were over-enunciated with displeasure.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Feb 7, 2018 20:29:09 GMT -6
Stenson reached the top of the stairs behind Cassius, eyes gazing over the dusty, rusted artifacts behind their glass paned cases. The air still held that ominous tension that coiled and settled at the bottom of the stomach, fueling small bouts of anxiety and unease. Even the silence seemed.....unsettlingly loud in its still nothingness. From behind them, he could hear Samael coming back from whatever he'd undertaken in his...other form, and it did not seem to have sat well with the Dullahan. Things were more than likely worse that they thought.
"Sam, you ok?" Stenson called back over his shoulder to the other agent. Cassius could look after himself, he was confident in his superior's abilities, but Samael was a new player on the field and Stenson wanted to be sure he was ok.
Just then, a voice called out to them, drawing Stenson's attention immediately to the figure of a woman seated behind a case filled with old, chiseled arrowheads. "Can I help you?" Stenson straightened and looked to the canine figure of Cassius before raising a hand in quick greeting to the woman. Her voice was so...cold and the tone she used was more akin to someone questioning an intruder that had walked into someone's private home rather than a public exhibition.
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am. I'm sure your manager informed you of our arrival tonight? We'll just be looking around a bit, in regards to the incident that occurred." He tilted his head slightly in question as he regarded her, keeping the flashlight low so as not to blind the poor woman. "Were you, uhm....just at the top of the stairs here?" Stenson pointed behind himself and Cassius with a curious half-smile, his own tone lighthearted in comparison to hers to try and quell the woman's bitter, displeased mood. At the very least, maybe she could shed some light on what had happened. Hell, he hadn't even noticed her presence until she spoke up, maybe she had secretly been there when the death had happened as well.
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Post by jarahamee on Feb 8, 2018 1:44:34 GMT -6
Cassius' beast senses stretched out to sense this newcomer. He was suspicious, as a patrolling dog is suspicious of all strangers. Were they truly only human? His eyes were perhaps not as discerning about color as a human being's, but he could see shadow and contrast much better than any man could hope to do. His sense of smell and keen hearing focused on the being, looking for signs of drawing breath. attention to how monstrous his wolf form looked, even in a police-dog vest. The eyes shone back a brilliant yellow-green in the dim light. They drew down and then noticed...something.
He stayed against Stenson's side, prepared to defend them if need be, but his body language remained neutral. He stayed out of the radius of what should have been visible her, remaining on the edge of what might have been overt. The wolf's sharp nails clicked ominously on the tile floor as he walked alongside Stenson. When he came close enough to look at her closely, he wagged his brush-like tail a little and whined to Stenson softly, as if to communicate something important to him, following the beam of the flashlight with his eyes. He then made a sound like "woo woo" very quietly and pointed to the woman, then tilted his head downwards to her legs before staring up at him. He knew what he was looking at. Their dangerous super.
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Post by NightshadeVII on Feb 9, 2018 15:08:12 GMT -6
“Sam, you okay?” Snapped out of his own thoughts by the sound of a voice, Samael looked to Stenson. Without even having to think, the dullahan began to nod. He was okay considering the circumstances. He couldn’t not be. Sure, he still remembered what he had seen, could still feel what it had done to him, without even touching him, but he couldn’t think about that now. In a situation like this, he shouldn’t let himself be dragged down by something like that. The consultant was just about to answer Stenson, but then he heard a voice call out: “Can I help you?”
The words were bitter, yet distinctly feminine. The dullahan’s head turned, following the sound. Dressed in a uniform and half hidden, a woman was seated, studying the officers. While it seemed like she was an employee, she was- unlike the other museumworkers they had met so far- strangely calm. Cold, seemingly distanced from the situation. The other employees had been on guard, alerted and surprised by even the slightest sounds, scared by their own shadows and sudden flickers of light. Even the officers, himself included, were tense, on edge and not fully able to relax. But this woman, she seemed almost oblivious to all this. As if she couldn’t feel the malice in the air, or chose not to feel it. Still shaken by the metaphysical experience from before, the dullahan didn’t notice what else it was that was so off about the woman until Cassius pointed it out with a quiet sound and a tilt of his head, gesturing to the woman’s legs. Samael could easily follow the officer’s direction, looking at what he assumed Cassius wanted him and Stenson to see, without moving his head in the slightest. How could he have missed that at first glance? Even when the different shadows in the museum melted together like this, becoming one, but not uniform, it wasn’t the answer to this. It couldn’t just be a trick of light. Even shadows wouldn’t obscure her legs like this, blurring them. They were fading. So this was the super they had been been told about? Understanding now why Cassius had reacted the way he did, he appreciated that the officer made him and Stenson aware of something, he might have missed on his own. He could see the metaphysical when he needed to, but, his normal sight wasn’t better than a normal human. His field of vision was wider, but that was useless when the light was dimmed like this. Samael shifted slightly, a normal movement, contained restlessness, he didn’t want to provoke the woman, but he knew that if he remained still, he’d just be perceived as more unnatural than he already was. With that malice, that hunger, he had felt before, the experience leaving him slightly shaken, he hadn’t expected to find the creature that had caused it, at least not like this. In the past when he had encountered spirits and other beings of metaphysical nature, some had been confused, lost, lashing out and tainting what was around them, because they simply didn’t know any differently. Some had been hateful, unable to accept their own situation. But not many liked to be seen. So for now, until they learned more about what exactly this woman was, what she wanted and why, Samael wanted to play it safe. “We won’t bother you for long, I assure you,”, the dullahan finally said, backing Stenson up, not wanting the woman to know that he or Cassius had noticed anything, “we’re as eager to wrap this up as everyone else.”
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Post by MP on Feb 10, 2018 13:11:01 GMT -6
Perhaps the woman was listening to the officers. Her eyes did briefly follow Stenson's hand as he moved it in a wave. But it was difficult to say for sure whether they kept her attention. As they made their polite questions and reassurances, her gaze turned to a bare patch of wall, where it remained darkly fixed. It should have been impossible for the woman to see the canine, who remained around the corner and out of her line of sight. All the same, the first prickles of tension crept into her demeanor. It wasn't visible in her facial expression or the way her shoulders sloped. It was something indefinable - instinct, perhaps. Through the wall, Cassius might feel the weight of an outside stare - a chill, a wriggling unease in the hollow of his chest that deepened with every blackening moment.
"Were you, uhm....just at the top of the stairs here?"
A moment of silence as the question lingered. The woman's fingers had curled on her lap, beginning to crease the pristine fabric of her skirt. She broke the unseen standoff, eyes swiveling to regard Stenson. Her gaze was the color of mud, of bogs and old soil and rancid decay. She raised her arms slightly, flawless almond nails spreading in a pale fan to gesture down at her seat, which was situated mere feet from the top of the stairs.
"Obviously." The words all but grated with distaste.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Feb 11, 2018 16:49:53 GMT -6
Stenson glanced over at the woo-ing Cassius with a concerned look, and soon Samael was also joining them. Judging by what he'd said to reassure Stenson he was ok, even without a face Stenson felt something wasn't quite ok on Sam's end. He quickly turned his attention back to the woman as she answered them, casting a hand at the chair upon which she sat with a flash of pristine nails.
"Obviously." Came the cold, clipped response. The chair wasn't all that far from the stairs, and her answer left Stenson feeling a tad silly. Of course, who else would it be but her? She was only feet awa-
Then his eyes dipped to her feet, thinking of which, and he noticed something...odd about her. Even with his nightvision, the shadows seemed thicker in this particular part of the museum. Perhaps it was the lack of lighting to aid in the reflective qualities of his eyes, or perhaps it was paranoia, but he could've sworn....
His gaze slid back up to her face, not wanting to seem rude, but the knot that formed in his throat could not be ignored. This could very well be what they were looking for. Now, the question was, how were they going to approach the situation. "Of course, Ma'am. My apologies. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions then? It will only be a moment."
Cassius' unease and Samael's shaken demeanor only added to Stenson's own growing, unsettled feelings. Normally, he had no problem around Supers mainly because they were just a solid and tangible as himself. But, dealing with metaphysical Supers had never been something he was keenly experienced with, if at all. He might've encountered some in training and that was all. This would mark one of his first true cases dealing with a spirit in the field. But, he tried to assure himself, maybe it won't be so bad. If we just talk to her, we can figure all this out....right?
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Post by jarahamee on Feb 12, 2018 23:54:37 GMT -6
Cassius paused, and then sat down like an alert but loyal dog, waiting for his orders. He was worried. Attempts at diplomacy with potentially dangerous beings had failed in the past, and this time, most of them were unprepared to enter combat with possibly angry spirits. Perhaps she could be persuaded to calm down, and they might do whatever she needed to appease her. He was also not sure how justice would work, or if perhaps, they should retreat if she did not seem warm to the idea and come back with better preparation.
He sighed and lay down, attempting to look less than threatening, though, in preparation, he placed the suitcase on the floor as well, and put a foot on the latch in case they needed to use any of the contents. Potions and seals. While not the best for combat with spirits, some of it could certainly be effective at containment if they needed them. He would need to fish out his clothing, but it was not the worst thing, he admitted.
He looked over a Stenson and Sam. They were good young officers, ready to fulfill their duty, and hopefully they would not come to any harm today. He was somehow sure he himself was going to, and perhaps get another earful from headquarters for provoking someone. Maybe they could avoid it this time, but somehow, he doubted it. He glanced at Stenson's radio. They may need the help...
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Post by NightshadeVII on Mar 4, 2018 15:10:33 GMT -6
The woman’s response was as calm, as cold as before. Her tone barely changed, almost lacking the natural ups and downs. Yet her words still filled the room, something solid, reaching every wall all at once. The way her eyes, muddy brown, slightly desaturated, swivelled around the room, fixating on a wall and staring it down. Some part of the dullahan half expected the wall to wither beneath her gaze, but it remained unaffected by those cold eyes. The icy flames under the surface of Samael’s glass head had been completely subdued, hidden away as a means of attracting less attention, letting him blend into the shadows far better. Becoming darker. Even if he knew a completely featureless face, seemingly swallowed by shadows of his hood could be unsettling, a sudden flare of polar flame in that same darkness might be more alarming and attract more attention.
However, Samael did notice how Stenson glanced briefly at the woman’s legs, hoping that he noticed, almost had to count on it. Either way the grey-skinned officer continued, informing the woman about questions that had to be asked. Questions Samael had forgotten about. WDSa officials had procedures, questions they were almost required to ask in situations such as this. It wasn’t too different from how the consultant usually worked, just more systematic and methodical, more rule-bound. Of course, Samael was bound by the same rules and restrictions, begin employed by the WDSA, just not as tightly. He had just enough wiggle-room. Soon, the dullahan decided against adding to what Stenson had said, the officer was capable, and depending on the outcome both Samael and Cassius were close by.
Shuffling, but not walking away, Samael took the room in, his head turning away from the woman, a effective, but not so subtle way of hiding his own abnormality, what he lacked in humanity. For a moment, Samael allowed himself to wonder if it would be any different here, if he chose to pull the veil back and look into the metaphysical again. Whether the malice, the hunger from before would have intensified or diminished. If it had spread further here or pulled back. But perhaps it would be unchanged. Perhaps this presence- which was most likely personified by the woman in front of them- had already rooted itself so firmly in the building that there was no place it hadn't spread to. He could try to figure it out. However, he had no idea whether or not that would result in any drastic, hostile actions on the woman’s behalf. After all he still remembered how the presence had turned on him almost instantyl the last time. But if it did, he'd be attracting attention to himself, and hopefully diverting it from the two other officers. That was something he could deal with... hopefully. Samael could always try to make his presence as small as possible.
“Excuse me, I'll just take a look around.”, The dullahan finally said, nodding, the words directed at Stenson. He just hoped that the officer knew what he meant and would approve of it. Silently, the dullahan stepped away, not too much, only a few meters, enough distance for it to be easily covered, while he could still see the entirety of the room. This time, he was going to be more careful, had to be more careful, wanted to avoid exposing himself in the same way as before. So instead of the gaping hole from before, the hissing sound and the tendrils of matter, there was nothing more than a slight crack and silence now, allowing very little in and out. He himself could barely feel any difference as he looked into the metaphysical. While this would make him far less obtrusive in this world, it was basically the equivalent of tip-toeing, it also greatly limited how much he could sense, he couldn't reach out in the same way. So for now, while he move slightly around the room, shifting his weight to seem like he was looking in the physical, solid world around them, he tried reaching into the metaphysical, not much, barely just testing the air. He doubted that he would need to do more, after all the presence had been more than apparent last time. Now he just had to hope that the presence, the woman, wouldn't notice him in the same way as before.
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Post by MP on May 12, 2018 4:36:31 GMT -6
The muddy eyes narrowed at the mention of questions, the faintest tightening of muscles. One almond-shaped nail slowly tapped, tapped, tapped against the sleeve of her suit, a whispering sound as she watched them.
"Questions..." she repeated slowly. The dusky voice seemed to taste the word, turning it over like a scrap of blackened meat. "I have nothing to say."
They stood around her, probing, speaking in their falsely pleasant tones. She would not stoop to their games. What did they want from an exile? What did they ever want but to blame, to take their fear and righteousness and pin their ugly thoughts on something already stained? She knew what they wanted, oh yes. All their gentle conferences, their questions, just a pretty mask for what they'd already decided.
Movement in her peripherals, in the shadows that clung always to her vision. Her eyes swiveled sideways, fixing on the leaking, seeping substance of the faceless one.
"You are causing a disturbance," she said, a flatly silken tone.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on May 12, 2018 9:21:23 GMT -6
Cassius had settled somewhat, although Stenson could still feel the older officer's tension even through the cold air. He had lain the case he carried on the ground, but did not neglect to keep one paw on the latch as if in preparation for whatever might happen. Samael on the other hand, excused himself to look around further in his own way. That left Stenson to keep the woman company and perhaps distract her while the others took their positions.
"Questions..." the woman said in reply to Stenson's request, "I have nothing to say." She then added flatly, as if the entire night had just come to that final decision. It didn't surprise Stenson one bit that her interest was about as mute as her attitude towards them, but he did not let that deter him. Just then, her gaze slid sideways in Samael's direction, "You are causing a disturbance."
"Don't mind him, he's just looking around a bit." Stenson said placatingly, the friendly smile remained on his face, albeit a little nervous at the corners, and Stenson looked about for another chair. He found one leaning against a nearby wall and pulled it up beside the woman, although not so close that it would be uncomfortable. The feet of the chair rasped dryly across the floors of the gallery, and soon he was seated beside her, leaning forward with elbows on his knees and both hands folded together beneath his chin so that they weren't all standing over her like interrogating sentinels. He regarded her with a gentle 'nothing serious, let's just chat' look.
"Have you been here long?" He asked, trying to break the silence. One of the main points of his training when dealing with spirits, although not always proven to work, was casual conversation. Ghosts could be lonely things, and often they performed outrageous acts either to attract or repel attention, and often was rooted in some ingrained grudge against who or whatever had harmed them in life. As Stenson studied the woman, he wondered what might be behind her story and if this tidbit from his training might come in handy. Who knows, maybe she would open up a bit if they spoke about something she was passionate about, such as the museum. Why else would she be attached to the place? "The museum, I mean. Have you worked here for a long time?"
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Post by jarahamee on May 15, 2018 23:25:47 GMT -6
Cassius shifts into a sphinx posture, front paws crossed, with a paw remaining on the suitcase. The huge canine's alert eyes burned a hellish green-yellow, large ears pricked upward and forward. His jaws were closed, large fangs just barely bared beyond the border of his lips. His many scars across his body disappeared deep into the center of his K-9 officer vest. His large body looked deceptively small when far enough away.
He was listening to the exchange, body language as calm as could be considering the circumstances. Looking too tense might push her into defensive mode. Anything besides standing around might help them, but it still did not solve the problem... Maybe someone should radio for ghost containment...but for now, finding out what she wanted might be the best solution.
Often these ghosts were here because they wanted or needed something to be finished. Revenge, un-buried bodies, lost loves, or even sheer spite were sometimes enough to keep them on this earth. A ghost was rarely banished with pure force.
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Post by NightshadeVII on Jun 18, 2018 11:38:54 GMT -6
Samael hadn’t expected much different from what he now saw. After his first encounter with this malice, beyond physical, he wasn’t shaken by it in the same way, now he knew what to expect and could brace himself against that, which meant, he could actually look at it, see it properly this time. Despite knowing what this might do to him, what it could without a doubt do, he wasn’t scared. And while it didn’t give any reason why, to some extent, it answered the question of ‘what’. Finding out why a spiritual entity behaved the way it did was always the hardest part of the process. And since his first assignement as a WDSA consultant, almost 12 years ago, he had discarded the notion of trying to understand why spirits did what they did, before he had a chance to ask them. Sometimes, even they didn’t know. Sometimes they were as lost as those who tried to help them. However, despite no one having bestowed that responsibility upon him, Samael would hate to see these wandering souls loose themselves further.
“You are causing a disturbance.”, the woman stated flatly, her voice not carried by the natural rises and falls. Samael immediately retreated from the metaphysical world, not wanting to risk the safety of the other officers. “My apologies...”, Samael said, his voice lowered as he turned to face the woman who had spoken to him, “that was not my intention, I simply wish to understand...” This was true, even if the doubt of whether or not he’d actually be able to understand still lingered. Maybe he wouldn’t.
Stenson however, quickly took notice of the exchange, stepping in and explaining Samael’s actions. Better than the Dullahan himself could have worded it. So Samael sent Stenson a nod, to show that he appreciated how quickly the officer had backed him up. Now, the dullahan had no idea how much experience Jones had with ghosts, yet seeing his calm friendly approach, assured the dullahan, that on some points, experience didn’t matter as much as one might think. But then again, Samael was one to talk, he hadn’t gone through the same training as the officers, he served another purpose, he just knew how comforting it could be to have training to fall back on. He found comfort in it too, however, that was a vastly different form of training, from another place and time. Hardly appropriate here, unless he wanted to ruin the already small chances of negotiation. Even so, as Stenson asked his first question, asking how long the woman had been there, Samael stiffened, the small change unnoticeable due to his already rigid posture. Often, but not always, restless spirits had lost sense of the time around them passing, confusing days, months and even years, so the dullahan feared that the question just might agitate the woman before them further. Still Samael remained quiet, relaxing just a little as Stenson salvaged the question. Good. Appealing to her humanity, meeting her on her own terms, could possibly make communication more relaxed. Currently, Samael didn’t know what to do with himself, didn’t wan to interrupt the conversation between Jones and the woman, fearing that he might ruin something for the officer, yet he despised the feeling of doing nothing. But for now, Samael just didn’t know what to do, without making the situation worse.
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Post by MP on Jun 21, 2018 12:30:16 GMT -6
A flicker of emotion across her features. Contempt, or maybe the first stirrings of malice. Their carefully casual behavior, their wheedling, underhand words, as if she wouldn’t see. Of course she didn’t work here - how could she? She looked at them, knowing that they knew. Hating them for it. Her fingers curled over her knees.
“I don’t work for thieves,” she said, the flat tone twisting over the last word in a hiss. In that moment there was a glimpse something ugly behind her features. A carrion beetle buzzed along the wall, its dull shell clicking and rasping with every blind collision. The woman seemed not to see it. She straightened subtly, her features smoothing, all regality again.
“Look around somewhere else,” she said, muddy eyes turning back to the gallery as if the men were no longer worth her attention. “We have no business with each other.”
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Jun 22, 2018 19:52:27 GMT -6
"I don't work for thieves. Look around somewhere else, we have no business with each other."
At the woman's sharp, biting words, Stenson cast a precursory glance of uncertainty in Cassius and Samael's direction. She wasn't talking, and it was clear she wanted nothing to do with them whatsoever judging by her cold attitude towards them and especially towards Samael. But. They had a job to do, and Stenson dreaded knowing they had to do it before they could move onto the next step. She was the one, there was little doubt to that, but with out evidence and further investigation, WDSA wouldn't necessarily be able to act accordingly. Whatever the next step was, more than likely, he imagined it would be to get specialists in to either confront or reconcile with the spirit, but of the three of them, he had a sinking feeling Samael was the only one who would be useful if anything happened right then and there. Still, he supposed if she hadn't done anything to harm them yet, perhaps she wouldn't as they continued to collect their evidence and investigate the area. Spirits were fickle things, and he hoped this one would cooperate even with her brooding, moody disposition.
Leaning back against the chair, Stenson folded his arms behind his head to keep a calm appearance while he thought for a reasonable reply to her dismissal. She already had her eyes cast to another part of the room, and was obviously no longer interested in conversing with them. Stenson gave a half-stretch, extending his folded arms from their position and sat forward again with a sigh. "Well, if you don't work here, we'll have to apologize for bothering you. In a few minutes, we'll be on our way, and I would suggest you head home yourself. If you don't like it here, we won't stop you from leaving, especially since visiting hours have long since passed. But, if you have any information you'd like to provide on what happened here, we'd be glad to hear it." With that, Stenson offered a subtle shrug to the others before standing up. He had to admit, sitting next to her was giving him eerie chills that he couldn't seem to shake. As nice as he wanted to be to her, he couldn't help feeling a little creeped out.
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