02-21-2014, 08:29 AM
Rune was more interested in the weight bench than the shotgun laying atop it. Uncle Seth and her never really stayed in one place long enough to join a gym, but Rune liked the pop in them when they could spare time. The twenty four hour places were her preference, and showing up about 2:30 in the morning was the best. They were almost always empty, and she was usually wide awake. The problem was missing out on prime hunting hours. For some cliche reason, monsters skulked about more openly at night. And there was nothing like hard iron to reward herself on a fresh kill.
Mention of the stabbing made her pat her side and colored her expression as bright as her hair. "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched."
When he turned his back, Rune shot her uncle a wink, then followed him downstairs, totally familiar with the hatch door and ladder.
The can's underbelly was much the same. There were the lockers and the bench just like normal. She eyed the exit door with a suspicious look, but planted a hand on her hip and waited while Seth dropped down to join them. She could totally handle Hood's chest-pounding on her own, but it would make things easier to have backup. The big ape. Big, old, muscley ape. And hairy. She'd know and she was glad he had on a shirt this time.
She took the file's he'd been collected and flipped through them with a more critical eye than probably suspected. So Jaxen wasn't an obvious monster, but Hood, for once, didn't know everything. "Did you know he melted a steel bolt with his mind?" That don't sound like a harmless dude to me."
She looked to Seth like he had video of it from Baccarat's exterior cameras. If you flip on the infrared setting, you clearly see the guy's outline and this massive sunburst of red in an otherwise cold gate just seconds before it fell to the ground.
Ole' Reggie, like Uncle Seth called him, downturned Rune's lips with disapproval. Her initiation was hotter in her mind than Seth's - and Seth had never actually gone abroad for his - so she wasn't quite so flippant with the name calling of their leader... at least not in front of someone that wasn't Uncle Seth. Regus was a scary dude, and Rune had no doubt that if he ever wanted to finish her off, she'd have a very hard time escaping. Then again, she also trusted the guy because he was the essence of the Atharim itself, and besides Seth, they were the only family she had. So she kind of didn't have a choice. It was kind of like having a grandpa. A grandpa that was also a genius, cold-blooded, ruthless, monster-hunting ninja that dressed like a priest.
Mention of the stabbing made her pat her side and colored her expression as bright as her hair. "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched."
When he turned his back, Rune shot her uncle a wink, then followed him downstairs, totally familiar with the hatch door and ladder.
The can's underbelly was much the same. There were the lockers and the bench just like normal. She eyed the exit door with a suspicious look, but planted a hand on her hip and waited while Seth dropped down to join them. She could totally handle Hood's chest-pounding on her own, but it would make things easier to have backup. The big ape. Big, old, muscley ape. And hairy. She'd know and she was glad he had on a shirt this time.
She took the file's he'd been collected and flipped through them with a more critical eye than probably suspected. So Jaxen wasn't an obvious monster, but Hood, for once, didn't know everything. "Did you know he melted a steel bolt with his mind?" That don't sound like a harmless dude to me."
She looked to Seth like he had video of it from Baccarat's exterior cameras. If you flip on the infrared setting, you clearly see the guy's outline and this massive sunburst of red in an otherwise cold gate just seconds before it fell to the ground.
Ole' Reggie, like Uncle Seth called him, downturned Rune's lips with disapproval. Her initiation was hotter in her mind than Seth's - and Seth had never actually gone abroad for his - so she wasn't quite so flippant with the name calling of their leader... at least not in front of someone that wasn't Uncle Seth. Regus was a scary dude, and Rune had no doubt that if he ever wanted to finish her off, she'd have a very hard time escaping. Then again, she also trusted the guy because he was the essence of the Atharim itself, and besides Seth, they were the only family she had. So she kind of didn't have a choice. It was kind of like having a grandpa. A grandpa that was also a genius, cold-blooded, ruthless, monster-hunting ninja that dressed like a priest.