The male angel walked through the streets of Reno, looking around himself with interest. I had been a long time since he had been to America, much less to a large city such as this. He was intrigued by all the sights and sounds, but was very alert to everybody around him. Walking around in the open, well for him it was extremely dangerous. However, his life was full of peril at ever turn, around every corner so a tiny bit more didn't bother him overtly. For this was not just a social visit to Reno, it was a mission. He head heard of a man who was extremely skilled in the art of bioengineering.
As this was a new art the humans had just recently developed he felt he should check up on it for mutliple reasons. First was simply that he felt he should know a little more about it. The second, was that he felt it might be of use to himself. He might be able to use it in his goals and thus it was always something to look in to. He walked the streets, wondering where he should start looking for this male then stopped and smiled. Why should he hunt so hard for this man, when he knew exactly where to find him.
The angel walked over to the closest telephone booth. Seeing somebody in it, he grabbed them and yanked them out, setting them to the side and stepping in and hanging up the receiver. The person swore like a sailor at him, but he ignored them as he grabbed the phone book dangling upon a chain and began to flip through it, looking intently for the name Jamerson. He didn't know a first name, but that was not important. Finding the page, with about seventeen Jamersons listed upon it he ripped the page from the book and stepped out.
Looking at the human he had interrupted he muttered. "Sorry, it is an emergency." He dug in to his pocket and flicked the man a silver coin and walked away towards an alley to peruse the page for the exact addresses upon it. Picking the first one, he picked the first name and address belonging to a Jamerson, Beatrice and teleported upon the front step of the person's home. He knocked upon the door, and an old crone answered the door. Cordoba asked if a bioengineer lived here, and the lady shook her head and slammed the door in his face. Unfazed, the male angel picked the next name upon the list. Jamerson, Craig and looking upon the address teleported to that spot. He looked up at the building, then extending his fist knocked firmly upon the door.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Jul 19, 2012 16:27:39 GMT -5
Craig groaned as he woke to the sound of bones on wood. Someone knocking. Didn't anyone use a doorbell any more? It was right beside the door, why was that so hard? As his own bones clanked against the hardwood floor, a burp came out. Too much pasta, maybe. He stretched in his sily pajamas as the door pounded a reminder to him. He checked the time on the clock beside his bed and decided he'd overslept anyways. After pushing his feet into his plaid slippers and robing himself, he dragged his feet towards the door.
A peek through the peephole revealed a muscular young man that was all too attractive. Craig reached with his left hand for the baseball bat he kept by the door and held it out of sight as he opened the door partially. The chain only allowed for a slight view but it was enough for Craig's suspicions to be proven. This was either a stripper or a gangster... Neither of which Craig had much use for. "Go away," Craig grumbled simply, though he kept the door open for a moment to see if the stripper thug had some reason for being here.
Cordoba gently and discreetly inserted his foot in to the doorway incase this male decided it was better to just slam the door in his face. He smiled warmly at the male and spoke in a soft but firm voice. "I am looking for one Craig Jamerson. The address book said he lived here. Would you be him?" He waited then decided to expound upon his visit simply to appease the human so that he would not shut the door and refuse him. "You see I hear you are an extremely upcoming bio-engineer and I was wondering if you could sort of tell me what it is all about? I am extremely interested in the skill though I don't have the mental fortitude to get in to the art just yet."
He chuckled, trying to ease the tension he could feel in the air. Not that he blamed this man, for Craig did not know who Cordoba was so that would always raise immediate suspicion when some strange man came knocking upon your door. "Perhaps we can go out for a cup of coffee and discuss your job? I would be more then happy to pay as well as listen to you and any stories you would be willing to share for my benefit." He removed his foot from the door, having said his bit. If the man refused, there was not much he could do. If he agreed then that was that and Cordoba would learn more.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Aug 4, 2012 9:21:04 GMT -5
"I am looking for one Craig Jamerson. The address book said he lived here. Would you be him?" The man stated. Craig's eyebrow raised inquisitively. That was an either very good or a very bad introduction and Craig was very far from convinced that it wasn't the latter. He was weighing this in his mind when the man continued, "You see I hear you are an extremely upcoming bio-engineer and I was wondering if you could sort of tell me what it is all about? I am extremely interested in the skill though I don't have the mental fortitude to get in to the art just yet." Craig's eyes brightened at this; he loved talking to others about his trade and it was rare that someone was actually interested... though... who was this man that he knew about Craig? Why was he interested?
The attractive youth chuckled and finished with, "Perhaps we can go out for a cup of coffee and discuss your job? I would be more then happy to pay as well as listen to you and any stories you would be willing to share for my benefit." Craig weighed his options. He could go with this man and risk being killed or always wonder if he should have gone and gotten a good conversation (and potential business ally) out of it. He smiled as much as he could in his tired state. "You've got the right person." He stated and shut the door. A quick unlocking and unlacing of the chain and the door was reopened wider. "But who are you and why do you care?" He checked his pulse; a downside of being in the medical fields was his constant checking of his own vitals. A silly thing to do for Craig since he didn't particularly fear death. He supposed it was more about information than anything. Maybe.
Craig popped his neck loudly and shrugged. "I could really use some coffee anyways, so--" He cut himself short, as his robe fluttered slightly in a morning breeze. "Heh. Maybe I should put some pants on." He returned his eyes to the young male and his head jerked towards the inside of his home. "Come on in while I change. Just don't touch anything." His slippers made a scuffling noise as he turned and shambled towards his bedroom, being careful to listen for any sounds from the man in his home. What the hell, he thought. Might be interesting.
Cordoba walked in slowly the man's house, closing the door behind himself politely to keep others from entering as well as any air conditioning the male might have going inside as well. He walked farther in and stood in the living room, arms crossed over his chest and looked around the living room. Everything was neat and orderly for the most part. Everything he would expect from a scientist. He nodded in appreciation of it all. However he did not touch anything in respect of the male's expressed wishes.
He spoke loudly up the stairs to the male, so that he could hear him where ever he was changing at. "My name is Cordoba Sinclair, and I care for many reasons. Your field has a vast potential in many different ways and I hope to one day be able to tap in to that. If it is interesting enough and has enough hope, I just might agree to help support you and your causes in whatever ways I can. You see, I am sure there are others interested in this. Others who are not as interested in it as I am. But would more then willing stop you in any way. Possibly, even ending your life...."
He stopped there, letting that sink in to the male's mind as he smiled. He rolled his neck popping it slightly a few times before working his shoulders. He was bored standing here, but was not going to upset the man by wandering around and touching things. What he said was true though. There where many supernaturals who would see this field of science as an abomination to nature, or a way for humans to get more powerful and stronger then they. Craig Jamerson was in more danger then he actually knew.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Aug 6, 2012 13:02:40 GMT -5
Craig unrobed himself and selected clothes. He typically started his day with a 32 minute shower in some nice cold water but he had a guest today and didn't want to keep the man waiting. Besides, it was nice to have someone interested in his art... let alone someone who didn't consider him a freak for it. He settled on a white undershirt, dark blue button-up, and some khakis along with a simple black leather belt and his favorite shoes (the dressy kind made of black leather and waxy laces). As he was donning these, he heard the guest introduce himself as 'Cordoba', a name that was rather odd in Craig's opinion. Perhaps Spanish, he thought to himself. He liked what he was hearing and was finishing tying his left shoe on when the fellow said something about others taking his life. That stopped him cold. He picked his right shoe from the wooden planks on the floor and stepped his way down his staircase into the hall at the bottom. He turned to his right and entered the next room where the man was waiting (not touching anything as requested, Craig noted). "Kill me?" Craig repeated. "Who would want to kill me for what I do?" He inquired. This man was either crazy or knew something Craig didn't and neither of those appealed greatly to Craig. He walked over to a vintage remake of a Victorian-style chair and sat down to put on his other shoe.
As he pulled the small strings together and made a bow from them, he added, "I'm a scientist, not a murderer. I simply follow predesignated formulae to make genetic creations with minimal adverse symptoms and to regrow limbs and organs in a culture for the benefit of others. Sure I make a tidy profit from it, but who doesn't seek what they need to stay alive in this world?" He tightened the laces on his shoe and sat up straight, searching the Spaniard's face. "Why would someone want to kill me?"
Last Edit: Aug 6, 2012 13:06:23 GMT -5 by Craig Jamerson
Cordoba grinned, watching as the male tied a simple bow in to his shoe to hold it upon his foot. He nodded as the man spoke about all he did was work, wondering who would possibly want to hurt him for that because it was only natural for people to want to obtain some things to live by and other things. However, Cordoba knew that what they wanted him dead for was NOT for what he had, but for what he was doing and what it could possibly mean for the world itself. Cordoba rolled his shoulders, and shook his head before elaborating for the male the reasons why people would wish him dead.
"Well, for one there are those who would be unhappy with the way you are changing and fiddling with nature itself. They would see it as an abomination and want it to stop at all costs and would not care if a single, nay a dozen humans died in the process." He raised an eyebrow towards the male to see what he thought of that. "They could even destroy your entire research facility. Sounds to me like you might need some help protecting it. Because you see, these....things wont be normal humans in the sense you think of them. There are other things out there. Things that are much more powerful then humans, and don't necessarily like your species all that much."
To express his point to the point the man could not dispute it, he allowed his wings to sprout from his shoulder blades, slowly spreading their massive expanse wide in Craig's living room to their entire six and half feet though he was absolute certain not to knock anything over. He looked at the pointedly, not looking away as he gazed in to his eyes fiercely to gauge his reaction to this revelation, smirking slightly.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Aug 13, 2012 0:41:39 GMT -5
"Well, for one there are those who would be unhappy with the way you are changing and fiddling with nature itself. They would see it as an abomination and want it to stop at all costs and would not care if a single, nay a dozen humans died in the process," said the guest in his home. Craig looked up at him suspiciously. Could Cordoba be one of the ones that would try and kill him for "fiddling with nature"? "That's not even what it is, though!" Craig protested. "I'm trying to restore to life that which is dead. Sure, we'll create lifeforms previously unheard of from time to time but it's all for science! The creation of those creatures is so we can better understand the creatures already here. What makes them tick, what they require in the form of pathways, be they neurological, molecular, digestive, cellular, or even bioplasmatical, and how to enhance the lives that exist!" He was getting a bit upset, he had to admit, over this stranger suggesting that he might be doing something immoral. Cordoba couldn't be further from the truth if he tried.
The man listened to him and then said, "They could even destroy your entire research facility. Sounds to me like you might need some help protecting it. Because you see, these....things won't be normal humans in the sense you think of them. There are other things out there. Things that are much more powerful than humans, and don't necessarily like your species all that much." So this man wasn't one of those people. If he were, he would've argued that it was, in fact, against nature and her ways to do as he did. But not normal humans? In fact, a seperate species? This man was either completely mad or had seen something he wasn't supposed to in some military facility. Probably the former, though, Craig decided. There was no way another sentient species could coinhabit this planet without humans having found out by now. He was about to express this thought when an eruption blasted from behind the man in the form of two gargantuan wings. Wings on a human. This is some really freaky shit, was the first thought to cross Craig's mind, but he pushed it from his head... as best as he could. He had... a winged man in his living room. Not just little wings, either. They looked like they might even be functional, being longer than Craig was tall. Just maybe...
Craig's eyes were still wide, the visage before him blowing away everything Craig believed normal for a minute. But there could be an explanation. Perhaps he was an experiment at a military base gone horribly right. Or maybe this was like X-Men and he was a mutant; the next evolutionary step. Or possibly-- Craig's hypotheses stopped racing for a moment. There was a single way to find out for sure. Still having said nothing, Craig extended an arm to pull open the drawer in the cherry wood coffee table that was in front of him. He extracted a single syringe from the drawer and closed it slowly, eyes locked with the being in front of him. "I'll know the truth if you will share it with me." He said simply as he rose cautiously. He didn't want to get killed pointlessly, but this could be the biggest thing Craig would ever have a chance to study or learn. Scratch that, it had to be the biggest discovery that he could ever make. This didn't just happen to anyone and Craig would be damned if he was going to waste his shot at something so phenomenal. "Allow me some of your blood?" Craig asked shakily, obviously unsettled but not doing awfully at keeping it together, either... for a man whose world just exploded. Heh, world. Maybe he's an alien.
This man was asking Cordoba if he would give him some of his own blood. The Angel hunter quirked an eyebrow at the male before him, contemplating his answer carefully. This was a very dangerous situation, or a very good one. The problem was, he simply did not know this male good enough at the moment. He could easily sell Cordoba's blood on the black market, or he could create a gene specific poison towards angels themselves. There where all to many things that this male could do. Then again, he could just as easily be looking to see if he really was a anomaly from the human race. Different and strange. It would be a sure way to convince him. However Cordoba was unconvinced, but that was not to say he couldn't be convinced.
Cordoba slowly shook his head. "No, you may not take my blood. Not yet at least. I am unconvinced of your intentions, and do not know what you may have planned. Perhaps after a while I will give you some blood, after I have learned that you are trustworthy at least. Sorry, it isn't anything personal against you. i just have learned to be cautious about many things." He shrugged his shoulders, then looked towards the door. "So, coffee?"
Post by Craig Jamerson on Sept 10, 2012 10:20:08 GMT -5
Craig frowned. How was he supposed to truly understand this thing without a printout of his DNA readings? Just reading that and/or a report regarding his RNA would be so revealing! To go to a cafe with the man(?) was a questionable idea. He could have bad intentions and may very well be one of the ones that wanted to harm him. It was a classic trick: tell the target they're in danger to get them to go with you and then prove the danger to them by killing them. "We warned you," they always said in the movies right before the poor bastard got a slug of lead in his head.
Then again, his house was far more discreet than a cafe and Craig would likely be more safe in a public place than here. Considering that, he didn't have a whole hell of a lot of a choice... "Very well," the Human stated with only a hint of irritation in his voice. "We'll go have some coffee together." He bent over to re-open the drawer and extracted two more syringes in case he got a chance to get a sample or for whatever purpose they might serve during this already strange day.
He quickly collected his messenger bag and laptop, placing the syringes in a padded pocket under the front flap of the black leather bag. Strapping it on over his right shoulder, he grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, placing the latter two in his right and left pocket respectively and made his way to the door. "Let's go, then. I'm taking my car." He opened the door for the man, allowing him to walk out first with the intentions of locking it behind them. "Any particular place in mind?" he inquired.
Cordoba watched as the male gathered several items together before going out, and began to move towards the door. Craig opened the door, then waited for the angel hunter to exit first. So he did, walking out slowly and looking around. His eyes flicked around the few faces moving around the open area to see if there was any who seemed to have ill intentions their directions, or if there where any who looked familiar. He didn't see anybody, but that was a simple cursory look. There where many things the simple eyes could not see. When the male stepped out behind him, then stated that they where going to take his vehicle Cordoba turned and looked at the male, raising an eyebrow and looking the man up and down slowly. "You expect me to get in a vehicle? How would my wings fit in the cramped spaces that such would supply to a being such as myself?"
He looked the man over slowly, wondering if the man was quite as intelligent as he was lead to believe. Surely he would have thought of that before speaking, or perhaps this was a test. Perhaps to test Cordoba's abilities to see if he really was what he claimed?
Post by Craig Jamerson on Oct 21, 2012 1:53:40 GMT -5
Craig blinked at the man-thing. What did he mean how was he supposed to get into the car? "You've been in a car before, I'm sure... and those wings weren't there when you came knocking on my door." His eyes narrowed. Did this man take him for an idiot? Or was there something else that Craig didn't know? "I imagined that you'd known about your wings before your little show in my house and therefore, they must be retractable. What's the big deal?"
"Say, is this some sort of joke or something? Are you trying to test me or just my patience?" Craig said with a less than pleased tone. His surprise at the wings combined with this new confusion was a bit of an irritant... he didn't like knowing that he didn't know things. To add a seemingly stupid problem to the mix was like asking for frustration. He checked to make sure the door was locked and returned his attention to the military experiment before him.
Cordoba grinned, seeing the male was at least partially as smart as he seemed and the angel had been lead to believe. He laughed, and his wings slowly faded away as they where absorbed in to his back as if there had never been any there.The male had passed the test. It was simply to see if he was indeed the correct man he was looking for, instead of some imposter out to catch Cordoba off guard and finally finish him off. He grinned moved towards the vehicle and looked at Craig. "That is a very good point. So let us take your vehicle and we shall depart at once to get some coffee with out further adieu." Cordoba chuckled softly, wondering at this male. He was a very strange one, and perhaps a bit eccentric? Definitely not crazy though.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Oct 27, 2012 10:53:14 GMT -5
Craig's frown deepened as the man's wings did retract. So it was a test or something. Of course, he'd passed it, but he didn't generally like being tested. He pushed the unlock button on his keychain while he walked to the driver's door of his silver Lexus, allowing him to open it once he'd arrived at it. He hopped inside, feeling the leather seat give way for his form and smiling. Another door opened and he looked to see the muscled young man enter the vehicle. Craig pulled his door closed as he spoke, "I know of a good coffee shop about 10 minute drive from here," Craig considered. It'd been a long time, actually and he had to add, "Assuming it's still in business." He fumbled with the key insert for a moment before getting the key into the ignition and turning it to start the vehicle and backed it up to leave for the cafe.
Cordoba sat in silence as the male drove, watching him out of the corner of his eyes while memorizing the path they where taking just in case he had to return this direction. He had no idea where they where going after all. However this made little difference to himself. He could always go anywhere he wanted. He could not help this male if things got out of hand and the angel hunter could not handle the situation completely. Oh well, if worse came to worse he would have to ditch the male. Though it was not something he would relish because it would be his fault for putting the man in the situation. He was also watching how the male drove, for that was something he had never learned how to do himself for he had never had a reason to do such a thing. This was probably going to be a very good learning experience for himself. You never knew when you would need to drive, such as if he was having to drive this male somewhere in a hurry.
He waited patiently in silence until they had arrived at the place Craig was taking him and the male had stopped the car. He opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle and then closed the door. He waited for the other man to do the same, glancing about himself occasionally as well.
