05-10-2015, 11:42 AM
Enzo stretched his back as he sat as Tehya's kitchen table. he hadn't seen her in a few days, but they kept distinctly different schedules. She was a true hunter. Her knowledge of the creatures of vile shadow was vast and expert. Enzo's was adequate, but his expertise was in a sole field, driven by a single emotion as old as a mankind. His hunts were executed after carefully formulated plans.
He returned to the research laid out before him. Spreadsheets were filled with numbers and dates, but Enzo was never an accountant. Corrado insisted, however, that he learn. A six week course gave him the basic understanding, but his mentor gave him insights that led to targets otherwise impossible to track. Dreyken were unlike regular monsters. They lived in homes, blending with the world like shadows on a wall. They were overlooked and dismissed. They liked money, though, needing it almost as much as they needed blood, but money left a paper trail where blood did not.
Enzo did not know if the person he was tracking was a dreyken but the patterns were consistent. He would need to see the man that spent all this cash in person to identify a dreyken. Manifesto was closed to him until John White arranged their entrance. However, another less prvileged location continually krept into the pattern like sandfleas, minuscule but irritating until he dealt with it.
Even with the tailored clothes being prepared, Enzo did not have the proper attire to wear at Manifesto, Kallisti however was another story. A haircut and fresh shave would give him a more presentable air. He and Corrado strolled through clubs in Budapest once upon a time. Enzo was not ignorant of the standards. He had a regular department-store suit, off the rack: Black with an open-collared black shirt. His dress shoes were actually leather boots, suitable to run if necessary, but not out of place in the outfit.
He returned to the research laid out before him. Spreadsheets were filled with numbers and dates, but Enzo was never an accountant. Corrado insisted, however, that he learn. A six week course gave him the basic understanding, but his mentor gave him insights that led to targets otherwise impossible to track. Dreyken were unlike regular monsters. They lived in homes, blending with the world like shadows on a wall. They were overlooked and dismissed. They liked money, though, needing it almost as much as they needed blood, but money left a paper trail where blood did not.
Enzo did not know if the person he was tracking was a dreyken but the patterns were consistent. He would need to see the man that spent all this cash in person to identify a dreyken. Manifesto was closed to him until John White arranged their entrance. However, another less prvileged location continually krept into the pattern like sandfleas, minuscule but irritating until he dealt with it.
Even with the tailored clothes being prepared, Enzo did not have the proper attire to wear at Manifesto, Kallisti however was another story. A haircut and fresh shave would give him a more presentable air. He and Corrado strolled through clubs in Budapest once upon a time. Enzo was not ignorant of the standards. He had a regular department-store suit, off the rack: Black with an open-collared black shirt. His dress shoes were actually leather boots, suitable to run if necessary, but not out of place in the outfit.