The Gryphon; a fusion between two kings of sky and air, a mighty creature deemed sacred by Gods. Strong enough to pull the sun across the sky, savage enough to torture Titans, and sacred enough to deliver the Retribution of the Gods. For as long as there has been the Gryphon, there have been heros who dare try to conquer this beast for it's riches and glory. None have succeeded in conquering the Gryphon.
Yet there are still those who have heard rumours of the Gryphon and start the quest again. Yet the Gryphon still eludes capture, defeat, or death. Seemingly immortal, the Gryphon still rules the skies today.
A new quest is starting. Different though they are, they all have the same purpose:
The library was old. The books are yellowed, some flaking off only at the corners, others barely readable because of the damage done by the bane of all: time. A musty smell that you could feel on your teeth filled the air. It was the smell that could only be achieved by hundreds upon thousands of old books crammed into an under-ventilated, small building. Uncomfortable as it was, it was the only building in Greece that had easily accessible information on Greek history and myth. As any good Hunter knew, lore of the past often held true events experienced by the men of the past, modern culture morphing them into fantasies, distorted by time. Nikolai was searching for one legend in particular, that of the Gryphon. The Gryphon had peaked his interest as a Hunter: if he could hunt the king of the skies, then no doubt he would be the best hunter in the world. However, he knew that he needed some help. As good as he was, he knew that he could not face this creature one on one. He had no contacts in Greece, so a team would be hard to assemble.
That was a problem for another time. He had limited knowledge of the Gryphon, only that it was mentioned so many times in Greek legends that Greece was as good a place as any to start his search. Time to look up all he could find on this beast. He pulled out his notebook and began to read.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 14, 2011 1:33:34 GMT -5
Rennia Trayvold stopped at the entryway of the library for a moment. She gazed up and around at the vast collection of books that filled the building before it. The place hadn't changed since the last time she had been here. It had been quite some time since she had been here, decades even, but it hadn't changed since her last trip. Perhaps more books had been added, but the layout, the feel, it was all the same.
The original library that had been on these grounds had long since perished. Rennia's mind was flooded with memories of that place too. How many times had she been here. How many people had died within these halls, between rows of books?
The demoness made her way deeper into the library. Every few feet, each new row of bookshelves brought with it old memories. Someone's neck sliced out, another shot point blank with an arrow. Face after face flooded her mind of those she had killed within these very halls throughout time. So many people had died in the pursuit of knowledge. Rennia found it deliciously ironic that this particular library seemed to fancy feline art. Curiosity really did kill the cat.
Yet, despite that fact, Rennia took comfort in the fact that she herself often sought that very thing. She was a master at collecting knowledge, and what better place to do that, than a library? This particular library, however, had within it's halls, a few secrets. If you couldn't find what you were looking for here, within the halls of the rebuilt library open to most of the public, you could look to the older secrets that were hiding beneath it. Beneath the library was a network of catacombs that were only open to the select few who knew about them. That number had been dwindling for some time now, but it was generally reserved for those the world often labeled "The Illuminati". It was their name for a secret organization that pulled the strings behind the scenes. The fiendish woman chuckled at the thought. Immediately that new hit, The Devinci code, came to her mind.
Rennia shook her head before she continued on deeper into the library. Today she wasn't after anything special. Well at least not as far as anyone else knew. She had recently returned from India with a rather curious find that she wanted answers to. Evangeline had stumbled across a secret left by wind elementals long ago, but it was written in ruins that she had not seen in a long time. Now she was here to find out what it all meant. Sure she could use the internet for such things, and she possibly might find an answer, but the internet left a paper trail, the size of which she didn't want to deal with. Everything you do on the internet leaves an impression. Statistics change. If you look up something, it puts that item at the top of the list. That in turn would draw attention from others. That was the last thing she wanted to do.
So the demoness immediately set off to the location of the book she was after. By now she could almost be a living archive for this very library. She could just about remember any book by it's reference number. She wasn't sure whether that was an accomplishment to be proud of, or a realization to be depressed about. Either way it made it rather easy to find what she was looking for.
On her way to find that book she passed by a a man reading a book at one of the various tables. The demoness initially kept going on her path to the wing which held the book she was looking for, but then she stopped. A Russian in Greece? It sounded incredibly racist, but it was true. Greece was not a place Russians frequented that often. You would honestly catch more of them in the United States than you would here. It wasn't that they were worst enemies than the Soviet Union and the Americans had been. It was just that Greece, for all it's sights, was not often on the destination list of many of the former USSR's inhabitants.
So the sight of a Russian in the library she just happened to be visiting drew her attention like bugs to a light. Rennia turned on her heels and silently padded over to the man sat at the table. Her military boots produced no noise, so unless he looked up and caught the sight of her, he was unlikely to notice her advance other than what he might "feel" of her. Once she reached a few feet from the table she stopped. Immediately her eyes fell upon the spine of the book he was reading. The reference number immediately clicked in her mind. He was reading up on ancient mythology. Specifically that of the Gryphon. What was a Russian, doing in Greece, reading about a Gryphon? The thought was quite provocative, and made her more and more curious about the man.
She let her eyes flicker over to the notebook, attempting to read what he had written, despite it being upside down to her. After a few moments of scanning the notebook for whatever her sharp eyes might catch, she decided to speak up and officially announce her presence. "Грифон был символом великой державы в судах королей в средние века. Часто было зарезервировано для тех, большого богатства и влияния, и тех, кто сказал, что убил грифона, и имел доказательств, чтобы поддержать это, часто их социальный статус, что гораздо выше." ( The gryphon was a symbol of great power in the courts of kings in the middle ages. It was often reserved for those of great wealth or influence, and those who were said to have killed a gryphon, and had proof to back it up,often found their social status that much higher.)
Like always her Russian was fluent, no doubt due to the practice she had put into it over the past few decades. She would have been remiss otherwise. She locked her eyes on the man, waiting for his response to the fiendish woman's presence before doing anything else. If he ignored her, she would simply move on. Otherwise she intended to get her unasked questions answered.
Post by Bless Tuttle on Sept 14, 2011 13:20:42 GMT -5
She had been at the library for some time. She wanted to know everything there was to know about vampyres. What different types there were, what or how they fed. She had met two in her life and her armful of books was going to help her more. She would sort through the myths, what she knew was true, she would compare to that. Her long brown hair, Hung down loosely about her shoulders, her brown eyes staring down at the open book on the top of the pile as she walked through the shelves. The pale pink summer dress she wore, contrasted against her tanned skin, the soft flip and flop of her sandals sounding as she walked. She turned around the corner, to hear a voice speaking in Russian. She looked up as she neared the table breaking from her book on the Roumari Vampyre, only to gasp and drop her stack of books at the sight of the woman who had spoken. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, blushing deeply. She didn't mean to be so rude, and it was nothing like her. She had been startled is all. She had only known about vampyres in the world, and here stood a woman...with...wings. "I am terribly sorry." She spoke quickly, looking from the woman to the man. She knelt down to quickly gather her books, only to stumble and knock one of the books under the table. She reached for it, grabbing at it with the tips of her fingers, before pulling herself to standing quickly. Only to knock the back of her head off the bottom of the table with enough force the table bounced up. She winced and grabbed the back of her head with one hand, and ducked out completely, kneeling on the floor and glaring at the table momentarily forgetting about the man and woman at the table.
Post by Raeia Triune on Sept 14, 2011 14:52:56 GMT -5
It has been a week since Raeia completed a request by one of his patron. The task was a hard one considering he had to silence a mafia in hiding. Raeia thought to himself that he should have asked for a higher price; the intel he was given was a sham.
“Your boss needs a new mole in the business. The info you gave me was a farce.”
“I’ll tell him. You do not have to worry yourself about that.”
It was a freezing day in Greece that morning and Raeia, coming from a tropical country, was still not used to cold weather. “You could have picked a better place you know. May be a phone booth near a coffee shop? Or someplace else besides this one that is right in front of the police station.”
“The suits are also our men. You do not have to worry about that.”
‘Worry my freezing ass dipshit,’ Raeia thought ruefully. “Where’s the package?”
“To your left there is a narrow alleyway that heads to a dock. A man will be waiting for you there and he will bring you to the next location. Call name: ‘Howdy’.
“He will drop you off in a train station where you can buy a—“
Clack. Clack. It was a sound of careful, calculated steps. From the direction where the sound came, Raeia knew the guy cautiously closing in on him was from the police station. Possibly it was a brass that grew suspicious of him.
“—the library…”
“A library.. Can you be more elaborate than that?” Raeia inquired.
“Yes, a library. There is only one in the city; you do not have to worry. You will not get lost. ” The man on the other line was obviously annoyed, “Mr. R. given the length of time you’ve been doing your trade, it is a wonder how naive you are.”
A library was of little concern to Raeia. His thoughts were simultaneously processing the directions given to him by the man on the phone and what to do when the heat pats him down for weapons. His mind underwent to its instinctive defensive stance, his thoughts piling up thinking of different scenarios he should do when worse comes to worst. It was a natural instinct of a guilty man. On the phone his patron was still giving instructions, “—and there you get the cash.”
“Got it,” came Raeia’s short reply. Just when he was about to hang up, the man again interrupted, ‘For the love of God…’
“Mr. R., a copper will approach you. Give him the keys to the apartment we gave you last month. He is the janitor. By the way hand him over the knife you used to… hush Mr. Ramon. We don’t want that being traced back to us, do we?”
Raeia did not notice whether his relief gave it away but he knew the man on the other line knows he was relieved. After saying his confirmation, Raeia hung up.
After hours of traveling, Raeia was at last looking at the great hallway of the library that safe keeps his money. Shelves and more shelves filled with colorful books adorned the walls of the old building. There were rows upon rows of tall book cabinets, a reading table here and there and another table full of research computers, it was a true blue, boring library. The head count even matched. There were only a few of them people in there. So few of them were there that Raeia would not even be surprised if he catches couple making out somewhere in the corner.
Raeia still wondered why most of his patrons loved crazy treasure hunting, and problem solving. Just as it was that day, he was always made to solve puzzles to look for his price. On he went solving riddles. Minutes turned to hours and how many hours already passed, Raeia did not count. All he knew was that it was still not dark. Probably it was already three in the afternoon, may be five. He did not care.
Soon he saw where his cash was hidden. How ironic was it that he ended up in the section where old books about his and other kinds were the topic? Anyhow, he was glad the few geeks and people wandering around that part of the library never found his money. After stowing away three stacks of hundred dollar bills into his bag, he was prepared to leave the damned old structure when the eerie stillness was disrupted by a series of loud, distracting thuds.
After locating where the noise came from, there he found an odd assortment of people: a seeming pretty-faced lass who was on her knees and a bit hidden from his view, a woman with flaming red hair, and a pretty normal looking man with a stoic face.
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Having entered the library from an upper window, the male was currently Hiding in the rafters of the library. Ca'guuror watched the male below him. A hunter obviously. Of what caliber was yet to be determined. Though obviously not to high, as he had failed to even notice the shape shifter with in the rafters. Though to give him credit, the shifter was dressed in a black commando sweater, as it was cold in Britain this time of year. Black military style cargo pants covered his legs, and his feet where encased in black boots, scuffed slightly on purpose so as not to reflect light and give him away. His dirty blond hair hung around his face, accenting his strange pupiless solid gold eyes. At around five foot nine inches, he was smaller then most, but he used this to his advantage and was quick and agile as any predator. His upgraded katana hung from his back, sheathed in a dulled blackened sheath for easy access. With a Antitheist scroll having been used upon it, the blade had assumed a Damascus look to it, though the two tones instead of being two shades of silver where black and red, with the black being predominate. The blade could now cause mortal wounds upon even the most powerful beings, even the gods though Cag had not had the opportunity to test it upon anything more then metal and the bulletproof shields of a swat team.
The man below him was studying, though what Cag did not know. The distance was to far, and the words far to small, though several pictures of a some kind of animal was shown, but it was to indistinct for the male to make it out. Remaining silent, he watched as a female demoness slipped into the library, making her way along aisles of books. His vantage point was perfect for this kind of observation. Beings always failed to remember their world was three dimensional. There was an up and down element as well as the forward, backwards, and side to side. There was another man, wandering around and apparently looking for something. Sniffing slightly, the musky animal odor touched his sinus cavity. The man was a were beast. Another sniff confirmed the assessment, and provided more, the woody smell not that of a wolf. A tiger then. How interesting. When the man slipped money into his own bag, Ca'guuror rolled his eyes. How typical, somebody out for money again. Greed never seemed to stop rearing it's ugly head.
Several loud thuds brought his attention back to the other two. The demoness was now standing behind the hunter, and a very pretty female was kneeling upon the floor, holding her head and glaring at the table. With quick deduction, Cag assumed she dropped something, perhaps those books in her hands and bumped her head when she had attempted retrieval. As amusing as it was, being a gentle man he was not going to sit there and do nothing. He slipped from the rafter he was seated upon and plummeted the twenty feet to the floor.
Dropping to the floor, he bent his knees slightly and took the brunt of the force upon the floor, bending more and using his right hand to keep his balance from the twenty foot drop. He stood swiftly then stepped towards the female upon her knees. He knelt as well, rubbing the back of her head gently as his other hand began to gather up a book or two that had fallen from her hands again from the accident. His lips parted, revealing his four sharp canines and he smiled as he spoke.
"Are you alright, Ma'am? That was a pretty hard bump on your head there. You are not feeling dizzy or nauseous now are you?" He was genuinely concerned. He didn't like seeing people, especially females, hurt. He stood and extended his hand, offering to help her up to her feet as he eyes flicked towards the others standing nearby, keeping a careful eye upon them.
Post by Nikolai Gruskov on Sept 14, 2011 21:02:28 GMT -5
The sudden stream of Russian broke Nikolai's concentration on the book. He had not thought that he would meet any other Russians on his trip to Greece. As well she had spoken about the Gryphon: how did she know? His book may have been a book exploring the Myth of the Gryphon, but the title did not suggest it. How did she know... He looked up and saw the seven foot woman standing across the table from him. He nearly jumped right out of his seat! It was a demon, no doubt. Tall, and to those with sharp eyes, wings protruding from her back. Although they were carefully hidden, to a Hunter there was no mistaking this woman as a demon. He accepted her presence; she was not the target. And besides, she had not detected him as a Hunter yet, or so it seemed. “You know quite a lot about the Gryphon,” he said in Russian, “Perhaps you can help me. My name is-”
At that moment, a woman dropped a stack of books, and began her rather amusing and klutzy entrance. Or would be amusing, if this wasn't a bad thing: a person had seen a demon, no doubt reacting to the sheer intimidation a seven foot tall woman radiated. What would she tell her friends? But then he frowned. The dropped books had titles referencing what could only be Vampyres. Perhaps she was aware of the Others?
A movement behind the girl caught his eye. A man stood there, watching the goings on. Another person? How had so many people suddenly appeared in the near empty - Suddenly a black form jumped off the rafters. Surprised, Nikolai instinctively reached for his knife: he had left his firearms in his truck. How had he missed this, creature? Another Supernatural? Was this a meeting place for them? He slowed down as what he could now see to be a Shapeshifter was helping the woman, and did not seem to be aggressive in any way.
His quiet afternoon was suddenly turned into an exciting one. He noticed that the man standing off to the side did not react much to the demon or the shapeshifter. 'What the hell...' First things first, he decided.
He spoke slowly, watching all the members of the group carefully. “My name is Nikolai Gruskov. I am a Hunter... of sorts. I am here to find information on the Gryphon, and I will not harm you, if you do not harm me.”
He kept his composure, but on the inside he was nervous. So many others in close proximity, and a normal person was added to the mix. He knew he would not stand a chance if it came to a fight. And so he readied himself for anything, and waited for the others response.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 14, 2011 21:34:07 GMT -5
The fiendish woman gazed upon the hunter as he looked up. She offered him a smile, though that may have been more unsettling than her emotionless gaze. He was quite the handsome man for a Russian. Not that Russians were bad.. well some of them at least. They just had bad habits. Vodka and tacky clothing were two of them. She did like some of their coats, but those god awful hats.... But, this one looked fun.
Nikolai then spoke, or well he began to speak, that's when the thuds happened. The woman who had been unwittingly edging closer whilst not paying attention. Several books hit the floor and Rennia's gaze tilted sideways and down upon them. Like Nikolai read the covers, Rennia's eyes analyzed and matched the reference numbers in her head with the books names and subject matter. Vampyres. Interesting reading. One man here for Gryphons, she was here for ancient runes from India, and now someone looking for Vampyres. Damn, Greece was starting to look like the go-to place for all things supernatural.
A few rows down from her she spotted a man out of the corner of her eye. He was a slippery one. He walked quietly and moved with great ease. The demoness wondered what he was here for. Perhaps it was a book on Angels or Gorgons. Minotaurs even. However, that thought was quickly brushed aside when rafter boy finally decided to make his move, having been in the rafters even before she entered, she was beginning to wonder if he planned on sleeping up there.
In the sudden commotion, the surprisingly large, surprisingly noticeable demon managed to slip around behind the nearest row of bookshelves. The Russian was busy gazing at the newcomers, the girl busy collecting her books, and well, the man down the rows was far enough away for the moment, not to be a concern. As Cag dropped down, Rennia glided down behind the row of books and came out behind the airborne arrival. She doubted highly, that by now he'd not have noticed her disappearance, but that is where swiftness paid off.
Her voice came out softly, this time in English. "Spying on people is not nice. You know, people like me... we have a fairly good sense of smell. Perhaps next time you should close the window behind you. Humid air, no matter how fresh, is bad for old books." The demoness left it at that. She didn't draw a weapon, as tempting as it was. She had no intention of starting a fight in the library. Not today anyway. Especially not with all of these witnesses.
As Nikolai spoke again, the fiendish woman bowed her head slightly in a sign of respect. "I have no desire to harm anyone here, so you'll receive no trouble from me, comrade. Folks call me Wolf. You may call me Rennia. If it is information on the Gryphon you seek. Well, I may be able to help you find what you are looking for, Comrade Nikolai."
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked to each of the other newcomers, offering a bow of her head to each of them, except Cag. Cag's entrance earned him a quick glance before she looked back to Nikolai.
Post by Raeia Triune on Sept 15, 2011 2:50:54 GMT -5
OOC: Bless, my apologies if I was not able to wait for your reply. However to avoid holding up this thread I decided to post anyways.
If I do not post now, I may not be able to post later since I might be called to attend an important engagement.
After this round (after yours and Cag's next post), let's go back to the original order of posting: Nikolai > Rennia > Bless > Raeia > Cag.
It was amazing, more so ironic, how things had turned out. For only about few seconds ago Raeia had been living his normal life as a paid mercenary void of any contact from the other realm. Little did he know that life he thought was normal was nothing but an illusion, if not a temporary delay of the life he had been cruelly destined.
As the brunette quickly, albeit clumsily, gathered her things. Lot of things had happened on such a short time. Everything was executed perfectly as if they were orchestrated and moved by a large invisible hand. Though not perfect, his location had seen almost each act as they unfolded in front of him. The subtle appearance of a crease on the serious-looking man’s face, the graceful withdrawal of the red head and an ominous black shadow closing in on the poor, hapless girl from above. The whole thing happened right front of his eyes and he knew that if he moved, he could do something for the girl and protect her from the obvious large mass falling down on her. But he did not. He waited until everything unraveled to the last second. The outcome, nothing he expected.
He did not anticipate the mass falling from above was that of a man. Despite his senses not at their peak in his human form, they were nonetheless sharper, at least a level higher than that of an average man. It astonished him how this man had evaded him. The sudden appearance of the chap from, judging by the sound of the impact from his fall, at least fifteen feet above was a confounded idea. Knowing how to soften a touchdown from such height, it amazed him that the showy lad did not suffer a broken bone at least strained a muscle with his poor but gaudy form of a landing.
After such a display, he turned his interest back to the other woman who elegantly succumbed behind a bookshelf, almost hiding herself from his view. There was an aura around her he could not place. It was unsettling but it was at the same time alluring. It was a vast contradiction to the guy who just came from above whose presence felt free-spirited and ostentatious. May be it was it was because of the fact that the red head was a lady however it was also plausible that because of the long lonely years he spent hiding his nature, the unsettling atmosphere emanated softly by the woman was more welcoming the man’s.
It was only seconds that have passed but it felt like a minute when the silence was broken by the banter the mysterious woman traded with the equally mysterious man. From what Raeia could tell, the two apparently had suddenly come to bad terms with each other. A lover’s quarrel perhaps? Anyways, the woman’s come back did break the ice. On the other hand, the man who appeared bothered by their appearance a while ago had now regained his composure. He almost regained Raeia’s respect however, in a voice loud enough to be heard by them four in front of him, he began to mutter things carelessly. He was oblivious whether other people may have been gossiping. With the pretty girl’s clumsiness followed by the grand entrance of the show off, it was apparent that they have attracted more people towards them. But even more so, he spoke words Raeia disliked: ‘A hunter, ’ he woefully thought. ‘Of gryphons,’ he continued.
Raeia’s brain began to process what he heard but there was one thing he wanted to say. He heard some words spoken which he thought was from the girl kneeling on the floor and may be some exchanges by the other two but still he was deep on his thought. As he clenched his teeth he inhaled deeply. He savored the air and let his temper subside. As he exhaled, out came a breathe of air and along with it his anger. Then he again calmed down. If the instance was any different, he would have walked out however he found himself craving to find out what was with the two mysterious people he just saw.
Thinking he had given everyone a chance to speak up, he finally spoke, ”Shouldn’t we be speaking of this somewhere far from prying ears?”
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2011 2:58:38 GMT -5 by Raeia Triune
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Post by Bless Tuttle on Sept 15, 2011 9:57:39 GMT -5
She froze as she felt another hand rubbing her head. She was helped to her feet and she turned to face a man that had seemingly appeared from no where. She glanced at his canines before furrowing her brow in thought. "No, no, I am quite fine." She said her own accent was thick, and southern American. That was when the first man she had seen spoke. Gryphon? They actually existed? Excitement filled her mind as she thought about it. He was a hunter, and the demon woman seemed to know about them. "My name is Bless Tuttle, My knowledge in the secret world is limited, but I make up for it with my knowledge of medicine. I would like to help you in your search." She said looking at Nikolai. She smiled to Rennia sweetly adjusting her hold on her books. She jumped and spun as another man appeared out of the shadows speaking softly about finding a place away from prying ears. He had stalked around without being noted, atleast by her. "I am renting an apartment near by for a few days while doing my research. We could go there if you all feel this is a more private conversation." She spoke looking towards the man who had just appeared. This was a large group of people, and she felt suddenly that she was the only non supernatural there. She had a moment of feeling out of place when she realized that no two of then were alike. She shoved the selfish thought away and smiled sweetly. She knew Orpheus wouldn't mind, he was still in Italy, trying to figure out the murders. She had been very nieve indeed. The world was filled with mythological creatures, that she could only imagine. She definitely wanted in on this hunt.
Ca'guuror totally ignored the demoness behind him for the moment. She had attempted a stealthy approach from behind, but she had failed miserably. She was to large, and dressed to gaudily for such a feet, and her wings moved far to much air when she flew up behind him. However, his smiled never faltered, showing not even the faintest hints of irritation or annoyance at her words. Instead, he simply went about his business of helping the female who had bumped her head. Seeing that she was alright, and that she was upon her feet, he nodded and stepped towards the back of the group. He wasn't much for being in the middle of the crowd, but as he passed the demon, he couldn't help pausing to be a smart ass.
"No hablo ingles..." He spouted in her ear, before laughing and going to lean against a bookshelf. He didn't really know Spanish, except for the random phrases he had picked up here and there. He continued to with amusement as he leaned against the bookshelf, back towards the were-tiger was with his knee bent, foot against the wood. He glanced at the man and nodded. He had an extremely healthy respect for all were-beasts. Wolves for the most part, then the tigers the second but he still held them all very highly. He couldn't really place why. Perhaps it was the fact he use to shape shift into animals so often. Perhaps not. It didn't really matter that much.
As the were-tiger spoke of moving their conversation else where, Cag nodded silently in agreement. It would probably be health for the group, as several onlookers where beginning to stare, and one younger gentleman was making hesitant steps towards them, his eyes upon the human female in the group. Human men...jeez...for the most part simple minded fools. The man's eyes told it all. He wasn't look at her face. His eyes where upon her chest. What a loser. Did he not even see that shiny bit of metal upon her ring finger? Married, idiot, back off.....
Grinding his teeth slightly, Cag stalked over to the man, who was now only several feet from the group. Plastering a fake as smile back on his face, he engaged the man in a hasty conversation, then quickly leaned in and whispered into the man's ear. A glance at the demoness and the man stranger's face turned pasty white and he beat a hasty retreat back amidst the books. Walking back to the group, Cag resumed his casual pose against the exact same bookshelf, his eyes slowly moving from person's to person's face. He finally spoke up after the girl he had helped, and said a few simple words quietly but was sure they could all hear.
"The gentleman makes a good point, and the lady offer is kind. We should take her up on it." He pushed off from the bookshelf and walked to the door. Pushing it open, he stepped out into the sunshine, and held the door open for all the rest to come out. They didn't really have to come out this way, or even at all. He just was making a kind gesture to them all.
Post by Nikolai Gruskov on Sept 17, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -5
Although his Hunter mind rebelled against forming a team with Supernaturals, Nikolai decided that it was for the best, especially if it meant forming a team to hunt the Gryphon. And even the fellow human, Bless Tuttle was in on the hunt; her medical skills would prove handy no doubt. And to think he was worried about finding a team. As Rennia glanced back at him, he nodded to her, signalling his respect for her. Suddenly something irked him. Comrade Nikolai. Comrade. Maybe she was not a Russian after all, as Comrade was a dead term now in Russia. Friends were few and far between in his homeland. Communism had died out years ago. How old was she? His anxiety grew, however, as he noticed the growing number of people coming to watch the commotion in the quiet library. Bless's offer had been just what his conscious needed, and was glad someone, an Other even, took her up on her offer. “Good idea. Make haste. I have a truck outside, for those of you needing transportation.” Grabbing his notebook, he made his way out the door. In passing he waved thanks to the Shapeshifter. Always good to make friends with someone who can remain unseen. He waited by his truck to see if anyone needed a ride. Even if they didn't, he would need to grab some things before they left.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 17, 2011 8:37:15 GMT -5
The demoness ignored the man's comment about not speaking english, especially since he spoke it quite fluently before that comment. Her eyes wandered over to Bless, eying other human with some degree of interest.
She herself had begun to notice the library filling out, likely from the shapeshifter's foolish entrance from the ceiling above. She'd been in here many times without such difficulties, so what was drawing them in now? Perhaps it was the sudden dropping of books. After all, she knew that very few of them would ever understand what they meant by hunting a gryphon. As far as humans were concerned that was a legend.
Then she noticed how the Russian became irked when she mentioned Comrade, causing her a little degree of surprise, for it was a term still used in the places she often traveled, but then again the KGB were... old. She offered a shrug and ignored the questions that nagged at her in the back of her head and simply decided that perhaps calling him comrade was not for the best. In the future she would leave that out. Sir often worked fine enough for her. She was not one for fancy titles, when the simple ones worked well enough. She remembered way back when 'my lord' was the one you used for men. It was a term she loathed with a passion. They weren't her lords.
Finally she snapped too when she saw everyone going towards the door and both her red brows raised up as she looked at them filing towards the entrance. She made her way over towards the isle and looked over at them as if in asking 'Where are you people going exactly?' After a moment she spoke up. "My own offer stands gentlemen. I did offer to help you find what you are looking for, but I'm afraid that it's still very much within these walls. However, this fountain of knowledge still comes with a measurable degree of.... privacy. I do know something about this library that most, including you people apparently... do not."
She hated looking like she knew better, but the rest were walking away from a chance to learn something about the Gryphon that even she herself likely didn't know. The catacombs where filled with thousands of old books that one would be very hard pressed to find anywhere else, even on the internet. The catacombs after all were not really open to the public. Even the current owners of the library barely knew a thing about what existed beneath.
"If it is knowledge you seek... we should be going down. Not out."
Post by Bless Tuttle on Sept 17, 2011 12:47:37 GMT -5
She looked around the group, the team as they were. An odd bunch they seemed to be, but their skills ranged widely just from apperances. They would all be able to help out. Her confidence renewed she moved towards the door after the man with the sharp teeth had had a conversation with another man, who seemed to take a fright and quickly move on. Curious to what he spoke she would have to ask him later as the men moved towards the door, she took a step towards them before the tall woman spoke up. Down? She turned and looked at the woman with a question on her face. She didn't know much about the library, but she noticed that the group was indeed drawing attention, it wasn't everyday a random assortment of adults gathered in a library. Never mind them dropping books, or even from the rafters. "Lead the way Rennia, we have drawn attention to ourselves and it seems everyone is waiting to see what we will do." Her voice was hushed, as it should be in the library. "We also shouldn't all go at once, not to sound secretive, but a group of people meeting the way we did, drew some attention, I'll go out and get Mr. Nikolai, if you'll tell me the way down." She spoke, after receiving the directions she went out and looked around for a moment spotting Nikolai, she walked to him, smiling softly. The sun warmed her skin, she always enjoyed the sunlight. "Miss Rennia knows of a place below the library, where we can find more information." She said looking back towards the library. A bit unorganized they were, she hoped everything would fall into place. She would wait for Nikolai, before heading back into the library and following the directions Rennia had given her to the catacombs. Once there she moved aside, listening to the conversation, before turning and looking at the books lined behind her as she listened.
Post by Raeia Triune on Sept 18, 2011 10:55:39 GMT -5
From the onset it was obvious that the group has no synergy. Rivalries and animosity seemed to have branched out right away and the fight on who’s leader may have just started. ‘Who should I follow?’ Raeia wondered. He admitted to himself though that of the two options, a possible hidden underground lair was a more intriguing choice than the room of a married woman.
It was just recent that Raeia had taken a better look at everyone. From hair to sets of canines to their shoes, he presently took note of everything as discrete as he could. Raeia looked at his wrist watch, night was about to fall but he allowed himself to go with the flow.
“You seem to know a lot, are you a regular here? “ he asked the tall woman. He already started towards her and decided to follow her lead for the meantime. Being practical, gryphons should not have existed. If they did, how come he had not heard of them yet? More so, why was it that media never reported such intriguing creatures? Though a being like him shouldn’t have existed as well, he was still biased on those matters he have not seen yet. The curious looking man by the door did not offer anything other than an open door, so he opted that the red-head gave a much more worthy alternative.
“Admittedly, I am unsure whether this lot is trustworthy but for all that is worth I trust your intuition. I’ve seen you cringe away from him,” the wereman gestured at the guy holding the door, “and I’d say you have a better common sense. Lead the way and I will listen.”
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Cag heard the demon speak and shrugged. He did not know anything about this library. He had been passing by, finding the rafters a very invitingly cozy place, perhaps a reasonable place to nap in fact. As the human female slipped past him, he heard her words and nodded. She made sense after all. He stepped back into the building and let the door shut with a soft thump. He stepped into the building further.
He glanced around the room, at the people still staring and gathering. He was tired of their attentions. And he was willing to get rid of them. With his position in the American military at present, if he got in trouble it would simply be pardoned. His lips parted as he called out to the on lookers.
"The next person I catch looking in my direction again, I will sever your spinal cord and detach your head. After that, what happens to your body is up to my discretion, but will probably end up being something along the lines of your flesh being flayed and your bowels used to decorate the exterior of the building." Before he was even partially done, the people had scattered like cockroaches from a bright light. Sighing, he looked back at the demoness, waiting for her to lead on.
