Continued from

Martin walked the halls of the Atharim until he came to the large wooden door that he'd been seeking. It was a place he didn't frequent often. The tools of his trade we not usually kept in this place. A gun and a sword were all he really needed for most monsters. But gods, gods they required something special.

It was all about the tools today. More tools. He would also mention the use of his latest tool. To snuff out others like Father Store, or even gods in their halls. Maybe even wolfkin and sentients alike. He still had to test the theory and make sure the girl was reliable, but that would come. He would tame the little monster for his own purposes whether she liked it or not.

Martin opened the unlocked door and sauntered into the room. It was brightly light and very spacious. And he did not recognize a face or an item in the room. The Regus wasn't there yet, he was early for a change.


Edited by Borovsky, Feb 9 2015, 01:59 PM.

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Borovsky gave her orders. Go to Siberia he said. She hadn't expected him to let her go, a rather unfruitful event but he had said to go. No other comment. She wasn't exactly looking forward to coming back and his so called assignments under his watchful eye. Nox would have to be on his best behavior.

But it was the threat to Aurora she didn't exactly want to relay, but she supposed she would have to. He left the room with her still sitting on the ground. Aria laid down in a sigh of relief. Every muscle in her body was tense. She stretched as she stood up.

It had been a very long week. Aria wanted to see Lucas. She hadn't seen or spoken to him in all the time she'd been with Borovsky. That was a little bit longer than she liked. But she texted Nox first. Told him they needed to talk and that she was free so he'd stop worrying about her. Even Lucas hadn't been so needy in replies as Nox had been. But then again Lucas didn't know the danger she had been in either.

She walked out of HQ for the first time in weeks and headed for Dueling Dragons where she knew Lucas would be. She could feel him busily working, Sergei was there too, he almost always was. Aria smiled as she opened the door, just feeling Lucas smile as he saw her made her smile grow. She had missed him a lot. "Hey stranger."



Edited by Aria, Feb 9 2015, 02:00 PM.

No idea when as I haven't actually checked.

The Wheel of Time: Winter Dragon will premiere on FXX.

Here is a direct link to the article on Dragonmount by Jason: http://www.dragonmount.com/index.php/New...pilot-r849

(sorry I originally post it was tonight didn't check my timestamps *sighs* it was on this morning early)

Shadows were making her jump. Aurora had spent several days in the warehouse while Aria and Nox did their thing. She had watched as they sparred. Aurora felt a sense of loss watching Nox getting along with this girl who was giving him something that she used to be able to do. But when their mother died everything changed. He had changed. Everything grew darker, he hid from everything. He hid from her even, always behind the mask of humor and that stupid grin.

Aurora watched as he smiled with Aria, not that stupid grin, but a real smile. He was happy here in Moscow. He had found a home and that home didn't require her to be any part of it. Nox had pretty much said that to her that day they'd met again. He didn't care if she stayed or not. Not that they had gotten along well but she missed him. They were getting along better now though. He wasn't hiding as much, he was true to himself. But Nox always had put on a show for everyone else. Just not her.

She sighed as she watched the two fight, even their spats ended in strengthening whatever it was they had. He wasn't sleeping with her. For everything Nox said, it wasn't even in the picture, he didn't want to. Aurora thought that was bullshit, but Nox wasn't flirting with Aria. He wasn't trying to lay down a foundation so he could get her in bed. Aurora had watched often enough to know his particular brand of seduction. But that meant that she really was losing her brother to this messed up girl who seemed to draw people to her like a moth to flame. Someone was going to get burnt. She better not hurt Nox.

With disgust Aurora got up from the bar and grabbed her coat and fled out the door. They barely gave her any notice anyway, they were so absorbed with one another. She wanted to throw one of Nox's temper tantrum's and yell and scream at them. Tell them to get a room. But instead she slammed the door behind her and walked.

She had no where to go. Since the convocation Aurora hadn't wanted to go back to headquarters for fear that someone would know what she was. Know that she wasn't initiated yet, that she wasn't fully one of them. Or the worse secret of her life. She was one of their dreaded monsters. She didn't feel like a monster. All she wanted to was help people. That was all she wanted to.

Her world was crumbling down around her. Nox was moving on. She couldn't even remember half the things he did. Maybe it was a sign. A sign to move on. To go back home. But even that didn't feel right. What would she do at home? Sit and mope? Hunt monsters by herself? Become normal?

Aurora laughed at herself as she walked. Could she imagine what she would be like as a waitress? Or some librarian somewhere? What kind of life would she lead being a monster with no experience in anything but killing monsters. Ironic.

Aurora wished her mother was still alive. She knew she could tell her mom anything, but now, now she had no one. There was not anyone she could talk to, not even Nox. Not that he had time for her anyway.

Aurora just wandered the streets of Moscow. She had no place in particular she wanted to go. She just walked.

I was just thinking that the wolves would have different names for the monsters they encounter and it would be a good idea to discuss those. I'll keep a list going and we can maybe sort them out.

The ideas I have are:

Darkhounds: Shadowbrothers
Rakshasa: Lifeless

Alex's father had called her told her he was in town again and needed to speak with her. This time he had the common decency to call her and not stay with her. But she heard Luka in the background ordering room service. Her father had wanted to meet.

With the case load as of late she had very little time to herself, she'd not seen Bas since that first day, which wasn't unusual, but now she had to deal with her father, she was wishing for any possible excuse than to go see the manipulative man that she called father. But she was curious why he'd brought Luka.

Alex took the metro to the hotel her father was staying at. Driving in Moscow as a pain on a good day, but she knew she'd probably have to have a drink or two to get through the situation with her father.

At the front desk she was given directions and said she was expected. Typical of her father, or maybe it was Luka's doing. She smiled, it was probably Luka. She missed her brother!

Alex took the elevator to the 5th floor and walked to the door the man at the desk told her, it was propped open but Alex knocked anyway. Inside she heard the distinct voice of her older brother. It's low notes and lit that almost said he was ready to laugh. "Come on in Sis. Shut the door behind ya."

Alex walked in and closed the door fully behind her. She walked into the main room of their hotel and was not surprised to see the twin queen beds and that was about it. But Luka stood holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two classes full of white gold. She smiled at him. "Oh how I missed you big brother."
Alex too the glass and took a sip. "Where is our father?"


Luka nodded towards the door. "He went out to get some ice for the bruises he has."

Alex was curious, "Bruises?"


Luka took a sip of his wine and laughed. "Seems our littlest sister kicked his ass."


Edited by Alex, Feb 2 2015, 03:09 PM.

Shale Industries announced this morning it's intent to expand into the CCD. The multibillion dollar corporation will begin building a new headquarters in Moscow.

"We are excited for this opportunity. This expansion will allow the company to reach more people in a more efficient and quick manner." Andrew Mitchell, personal assistant to CEO Emily Shale told the Associated Press.

Along with this expansion, Shale has announced a name change - Shale International. A spokesperson for the company told Associated Press that the company feels this will better show their commitment to a more global clientele.

-Mark Avery, Associated Press

It was a fucked up world, Nox hadn't seen Aria since that damn Atharim meeting. Nox hadn't thought to ask Lucas if he'd seen her. He knew she was alright from the texts she sent. There is no way anyone could fake her texts, precise grammar, no short cuts, she was a technophobe if he ever saw one. But it was her, he knew that much at least. She had even left him a message while she was in the shower. Borovsky was keeping her busy with her file. He was looking for something, and Nox hoped that Aria would keep his secret. He knew she would but under the eyes of the former High Inquisitor. Nox shuddered to think what he could do to her, or was doing to her.

Nox had made two extra keys to the warehouse and dropped them off at Dueling Dragons for Lucas. He told Lucas, one was for Aria, and the other for him. There was no need for him to have to knock, Aria could be locked away in her sound proof room and never know anyone was around. And he trusted Lucas, so it was fine and well. He didn't care if the trust went both ways, he trusted Lucas.

He stared at his wallet, Bas was being a jerk and not replying. It wasn't the first time in the past week or so that Bas had completely ignored his text. Fuck him, he can go play with the lady in red. Nox wasn't about to call Pyotr, no damn way was he asking that dude out after what he caught him doing. He was cool and all, but there was no way it was going to look like a damn date. Nox felt his skin crawl at the thought.

Nox walked a while, he had no place to be. Nothing to do. He passed a window that said "Chesterfields Bar and Grill". The smell that came out made him smile, it was bar food, but his stomach rumbled.

The little blonde at the hostess counter smiled at him. "How many?

Nox grinned and looked around, like he'd missed something, "Uh, Me, myself and I, so that's 3."
He didn't claify he only needed one, he wanted to see if she was true to her hair color, or if she caught on.

She looked at him confused, she grabbed three menu and Nox laughed,l he had to make himself stop laughing to breathe. "Oh dear, Duckling, it's just me."


The blonde turned bright red and Nox grinned. "S'all right Duckling. Table please."
He looked flustered still as she put two menus back and lead the way into the rather posh looking bar. It was nicely decorated, there was enough eye candy in the waitress' but there was a sever lack of girls alone. He sighed as he took off his leather jacket and rolled up his sweatshirt sleeves. The new tattoo on his left arm didn't itch anymore, even though it was only a week or so in. Aurora had grown tired of his bitching about it itching all the time, and healed it.

Nox ordered an unopened beer in a bottle from the almost too skinny waitress with green hair. He wasn't sure what he wanted to eat. It would take a while.


Edited by Nox, Feb 2 2015, 01:56 PM.

Age: 46

Origin: Osaka, Japan

Occupation: Atharim Hunter

Psychological Description: Yoshimura radiates calm. He is quiet and thoughtful, but isn't afraid to speak his mind when asked. Holding fast to the Samurai traditions and Bushido, Yoshimura is extremely polite, especially to those he regards as being above him in rank. Yoshimura understands that not all hold to his cultural beliefs, however, and although he may disapprove of the behavior of others, he tries not to judge, at least openly.

Physical Description: Yoshimura is short of stature, standing at 1.6 meters (5'6"). He keeps his head shaved and a well trimmed goatee is on his face. Physically, he appears to be in shape, but not too dangerous. However, he is quick and strong. He tends to wear traditional Japanese clothing when alone (gi and hakama), but will change to more modern clothing when in public or when necessary.

Biography:

Brief History
Yoshimura Ichiro (吉村一郎 Surname: Yoshimura; Given: Ichiro was born on January 1st, 2000. His parents were a part of the Asian members of the Atharim and as a result, he grew up knowing he would become an Atharim hunter. As a child, he had to grow up fast – his parents made sure he was educated by day, but at night after his school work, he had to study the monsters he would face as a hunter – up to and including gods. Any other time not spent sleeping was used to learn and practice the sword. Most of his weekends were spent in martial training – both hand to hand and with the sword. They also taught him how to use firearms, but as a whole, his family found them to be uncivilized.

Yoshimura’s parents also taught him the ancient traditions of his people – notably the traditions of the Samurai and the Bushido code. Although feudal Japan ended two centuries before, his family considered themselves Samurai and took their honor very seriously. They joined with other Atharim near Osaka and formed a sort of Samurai clan of Atharim – hunters who held to these ideals. At age 21, Yoshimura took his vows and received the Ouroboros tattoo on his left forearm.

The Oni Hunt – 2040
The caves near the Abeno Shrine were dark. A few of their number had glow rods to illuminate the cave. Ichiro was not of these. His hands had to be kept clear for drawing his katana. His left hand rested lightly on the scabbard and his right on the hilt. He walked calmly, his friend and colleague Yoshiro on his right and Yoshiro’s brother Katsu on his left. Other hunters followed, but today was Katsu’s big day. It was his first hunt as a full-fledged Atharim. Katsu was in his early twenties, yet there was still some fear from him. Fear was natural. In time, he would learn to control it.

The attacks at the Shinto shrines had begun recently and the evidence pointed to Oni. The Oni were tracked to this cave. Soon the battle would begin. Ichiro was excited, but remained calm, allowing his thoughts to be clear for the upcoming battle.

Finally, the Oni were visible. Four of them were sitting in the cave. As one the group of Atharim attacked, the sound of katanas leaving their scabbards sounding in unison. The Oni were taken by surprise and the closest to Ichiro bellowed in rage. Ichiro took this opportunity drive the blade of his sword through the mouth of the Oni. Foul smelling ichor ran onto his hand and stained his clothing, but no matter. Ichiro stepped back to allow Katsu to face one of the Oni while he and Yoshiro would support him.

Ichiro kept his eyes wandering, trying to keep the whole cavern in sight at once. The other Atharim had engaged the other two Oni in groups. They were experienced fighters and Ichiro knew they would be okay, but his instincts didn’t let him dismiss the other two Oni. Despite their barbaric appearance, they could be quite intelligent. Ichiro turned his attention back on Katsu and his Oni. Katsu seemed to be doing well until the Oni slapped the sword out of Katsu’s hand. Ichiro had urged the young man to carry a wakizashi as well, but despite his urgings he hadn’t done so. Sometimes people had to learn the hard way.

Ichiro and Yoshiro began to move in to assist, but before they could do that, a ball of flame erupted from Katsu’s hand and the Oni took fire. It bellowed in rage and fell to the cavern floor. The other groups dispatched of their Oni and as the stench of burnt hair and flesh formed in the cavern, they looked. Surprise was in most of their faces as they realized what had happened. Yoshiro’s face held shock and horror.

Katsu met Ichiro’s gaze and Ichiro could see the fear as the young man backed up a couple of steps. Ichiro flicked the blood off of his blade and placed it in his scabbard as he began walking towards Katsu. All eyes shifted to Ichiro to see what he was going to do. Silence reigned in the cavern and Katsu seemed to be stuck.

Surprisingly, he didn’t run. When he was close, Ichiro brought out his wakizashi and slashed Katsu’s stomach, disemboweling and killing him. Ichiro flicked the blood off and replaced the smaller blade in its scabbard and the entire group left the cave in silence leaving Katsu’s body to rot with the Onis’.

That evening, the entire clan was outside. Yoshiro sat in seiza on the ground wearing only his gi pants. Despite what was going to happen, his head was held high. Unlike his brother, Yoshiro was not a reborn god. Yoshiro had committed no crime, but because of Katsu, he had to die. Thankfully, their parents had died already and there were no other immediate family members that would come after. Given his service, Yoshiro had been given a choice, and this was the one he took.

Ichiro stood behind him, his katana raised above his head as Yoshiro removed the tanto from its scabbard. Yoshiro plunged the dagger into his own stomach and Ichiro swung the blade, removing his friend’s head. Ichiro was saddened by this, but it was what had to be done. He felt honored that he got to stop his friend’s pain in the end.

Journey to Moscow – January 2046

Rumors had begun to reach Japan – rumors from Moscow. The Regus was there for one. The second was that Apollyon had arisen. More words came to Ichiro from Moscow. The Regus had held a conclave and a new age was beginning for the Atharim. He was creating a new order of godslayers – the Archangels.

Ichiro approached his father and told him his plan. He was going to Moscow. It wasn’t for this new group of godslayers, although if the Regus wished it of him, he would join. The important thing was that Apollyon was alive and the Regus would need all the help he could get. With that in mind, he asked for permission to leave Japan and go to Moscow. When it was granted, he bid farewell to those he had spent his life with and left with haste to Moscow.
Edited by Yoshimura, Feb 3 2015, 01:50 PM.

Damn, but the flight was long, even with the layover in London. The cabin had started to feel like a tin-can and she could imagine she smelled the stench of everyone in the recycled air. Just nerves, probably. She was used to traveling by herself in her truck.

Occasionally, she'd work with someone or even a small team. Ricky was the latest. That hadn't been bad, though she still thought him far too soft. He'd adopted that girl, of all things. Nice, she supposed. Regan had taken her in. Then again, she hadn't been a sex slave. That girl was gonna have issues. And she had lived off the grid with her parents for her whole life. She'd known how to rough it. Marta, though....Was Ricky gonna drag her along on his hunts? She shrugged. Not her business. It could be done, she knew all too well. But she just wasn't sure Ricky was the one who could pull it off. Still, heart in the right place, if a bit too soft.

Course, she could say the same about the guy who was picking her up. Another old acquaintance. Seth Marx. She'd worked with him a few times years ago. Honestly, she was surprised he had left the States. Always struck her as a patriot. Being here in the CCD didn't seem his style.

Had to be Rune. They'd all done hunts together and there was no question the girl was good, especially as she got older. When Jacinda had learned the story about her birth, she'd watched the girl- she'd been maybe 10- closely. No tellin' if the wefuke had some sort of connection to her. Honestly, she wasn't sure she wouldv'e made the same choice as Seth. Maybe. Always thinkin' with his heart. He'd turned out to be right. Still, what a chance to take.

Not that she ever told him that. She knew he'd not take it well. You don't just tell someone that letting the child live might have been a mistake. But she had watched carefully and soon saw that the girl was fine. Spunky and full of spirit and fight. Ended up having a lot of fun with them. Took down a lot of monsters.

Yeah, somehow she knew that it was Rune that had pulled him across the ocean and away from his old stomping grounds, she thought fondly. She had to admit, she was sort of excited to see him again. Be nice to see a friendly face or two. Not that she needed it. She was here for a reason. But still, it would be nice.

Who knew? Maybe Seth wanted in on the new order too.

When she landed she got her things- just had the two carry ons, since she'd already boxed and shipped her other tools- and walked out of the secured area scanning the sea of faces for the one she knew. She wasn't sure he'd still be wearing his hat. Be easier to spot that way.