02-08-2014, 02:47 PM
Night had come and gone and Aria had gotten very little sleep. Between monsters and the strange man she'd met in the cemetery Aria's dreams were hardly peaceful. The world around her seeped into her every waking moment, and when she slept it was even worse.
But morning dawns a new light, a new day and the start of a new quest. How does one kill an Ijiarq when they just get up and turn to mist when you try to kill them. There had to be another way.
With trench coat, swords and guns all sitting at the ready, Aria started for the headquarters library from her tiny apartment above the shop. She looked around and sighed. It was a far cry from her room underneath the Vatican Historical Society. Aria wondered if this is how other hunters lived. But it didn't matter she had a job to do no matter what she felt about her course and the Atharim itself at the moment. But it she wasn't about to let a monster hurt another human if she could help it.
The walk was short and Aria was thankful for the brevity of it. The back entrance was guarded as per usual. The walk into the dank basement left a chill in Aria's bones. But the library, it was warm, the fireplaces were lit and the soft flickering glow of the fire was comforting.
Aria started straight for the books on monsters. Hopefully someone from some day and age knew how to kill an Ijiraq or knew something of it. But for now she had to find a book on them or something. That was going to be the challenge unto itself. She wished for the comfort of her old library, but this one would do in a pinch.
Edited by Aria, Feb 12 2014, 12:48 PM.
But morning dawns a new light, a new day and the start of a new quest. How does one kill an Ijiarq when they just get up and turn to mist when you try to kill them. There had to be another way.
With trench coat, swords and guns all sitting at the ready, Aria started for the headquarters library from her tiny apartment above the shop. She looked around and sighed. It was a far cry from her room underneath the Vatican Historical Society. Aria wondered if this is how other hunters lived. But it didn't matter she had a job to do no matter what she felt about her course and the Atharim itself at the moment. But it she wasn't about to let a monster hurt another human if she could help it.
The walk was short and Aria was thankful for the brevity of it. The back entrance was guarded as per usual. The walk into the dank basement left a chill in Aria's bones. But the library, it was warm, the fireplaces were lit and the soft flickering glow of the fire was comforting.
Aria started straight for the books on monsters. Hopefully someone from some day and age knew how to kill an Ijiraq or knew something of it. But for now she had to find a book on them or something. That was going to be the challenge unto itself. She wished for the comfort of her old library, but this one would do in a pinch.
Edited by Aria, Feb 12 2014, 12:48 PM.