08-07-2013, 12:08 PM
Aria flicked through the articles. There seemed to be a number of rapes and missing persons in the Red Light district. But the deaths were few and far between. Aria didn't find any reports that seemed to coincide with the area of the hospital from the report she had been initially sent. These monsters weren't killing in the typical pattern. Aria wondered what was different about them.
The time was flying reading the articles and pinning important ones on her new wallet's gps. Aria saw great potential in this and in time would transfer her journal to the wallet. Aria ran her hand over the leather covering of her journal and smiled. She would miss it, but the wallet could do so much more than notes on paper.
Aria figure it was time to start getting ready, but first it was time to open that huge brown box her father... no Father Dimitri, she had to get use to that, had sent her. Aria bit back the bile that rose in her stomach at the mere thought of being deceived like that. But it was probably her own fault.
The box contained various things. Aria pulled out a few things she couldn't pack with her on her trip to Moscow, her favorite pillow, blanket, things from her childhood and a stick labeled 'cartoons'. She smiled. For all it was worth, Father Dimitri had treated as one of his own, she couldn't hate him for that. Aria slipped the stick into her journal so it wouldn't get lost in the move.
At the bottom of the box was a rather large tome. Aria carefully lifted it out of the box. There was not a spec of dust on it, Father Dimitri had sent her the tome with detailing done to it. Aria flipped the leather cover over and saw in her clean hand. "My Monster Guide", it read. With a crude drawing of some monster Aria had seen in a book when she was little. This book contained everything she had ever learned about monsters. But more importantly it was how Aria learned to read and write.
Aria clearly remembered having to copy passages from books perfectly in the book. It wasn't this book when she started. Only the perfect pages had been kept and bound together with additional pages for her to learn from. Father Dimitri had insured she understand everything in it. Aria set it down the cot for later use. Now it was time to get ready for the hunt.
She was mostly ready. The clothes she'd chosen earlier were well suited for going out and getting dirty in. She opened her bag and pulled out the second hand military issue combat boots and laced them up quickly. She didn't really care if she looked out of place. It was going to look worse, once she pulled on the elbow length leather gloves.
Aria set aside the gloves, they made getting ready hard and the belts didn't strap on easily. Her swords were once again back on her back and her guns at her side. Aria pulled her gloves on and made sure the fingers fit well before donning a black long sleeved shirt. The less skin that was exposed the better off she would be.
It was awefully quiet down stairs. By the time Aria had donned her things she wondered if they'd killed each other. Aria didn't have time to wonder long before Rune came in sporting a few ice packs and crashing on one of the chairs.
"Frikkin rough handed ain’t he? Thanks for gettin' my back down there."
Aria nodded and spoke softly quietly through the emptiness, "No problem." She smiled, "Glad he didn't kill you. Or he us."
"So I got the coordinates for the downed Hunter's last known location. If thats where it all went down, they would have stunk up the place enough that I should be able to track his scent back to their hidey hole. I’m Furia."
It was an admission that she herself wasn't about to make so nonchalantly. But in the effort of explaining her prior problems Aria nodded, "Me too."
The time was flying reading the articles and pinning important ones on her new wallet's gps. Aria saw great potential in this and in time would transfer her journal to the wallet. Aria ran her hand over the leather covering of her journal and smiled. She would miss it, but the wallet could do so much more than notes on paper.
Aria figure it was time to start getting ready, but first it was time to open that huge brown box her father... no Father Dimitri, she had to get use to that, had sent her. Aria bit back the bile that rose in her stomach at the mere thought of being deceived like that. But it was probably her own fault.
The box contained various things. Aria pulled out a few things she couldn't pack with her on her trip to Moscow, her favorite pillow, blanket, things from her childhood and a stick labeled 'cartoons'. She smiled. For all it was worth, Father Dimitri had treated as one of his own, she couldn't hate him for that. Aria slipped the stick into her journal so it wouldn't get lost in the move.
At the bottom of the box was a rather large tome. Aria carefully lifted it out of the box. There was not a spec of dust on it, Father Dimitri had sent her the tome with detailing done to it. Aria flipped the leather cover over and saw in her clean hand. "My Monster Guide", it read. With a crude drawing of some monster Aria had seen in a book when she was little. This book contained everything she had ever learned about monsters. But more importantly it was how Aria learned to read and write.
Aria clearly remembered having to copy passages from books perfectly in the book. It wasn't this book when she started. Only the perfect pages had been kept and bound together with additional pages for her to learn from. Father Dimitri had insured she understand everything in it. Aria set it down the cot for later use. Now it was time to get ready for the hunt.
She was mostly ready. The clothes she'd chosen earlier were well suited for going out and getting dirty in. She opened her bag and pulled out the second hand military issue combat boots and laced them up quickly. She didn't really care if she looked out of place. It was going to look worse, once she pulled on the elbow length leather gloves.
Aria set aside the gloves, they made getting ready hard and the belts didn't strap on easily. Her swords were once again back on her back and her guns at her side. Aria pulled her gloves on and made sure the fingers fit well before donning a black long sleeved shirt. The less skin that was exposed the better off she would be.
It was awefully quiet down stairs. By the time Aria had donned her things she wondered if they'd killed each other. Aria didn't have time to wonder long before Rune came in sporting a few ice packs and crashing on one of the chairs.
"Frikkin rough handed ain’t he? Thanks for gettin' my back down there."
Aria nodded and spoke softly quietly through the emptiness, "No problem." She smiled, "Glad he didn't kill you. Or he us."
"So I got the coordinates for the downed Hunter's last known location. If thats where it all went down, they would have stunk up the place enough that I should be able to track his scent back to their hidey hole. I’m Furia."
It was an admission that she herself wasn't about to make so nonchalantly. But in the effort of explaining her prior problems Aria nodded, "Me too."