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Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 29, 2012 2:28:34 GMT -5
He had been following this man, or demon he should say, for two days now. He hadn't been seen as far as he could tell, but he didn't want to press his luck for much longer. The Agency had had him tailing this guy for information after he did something or another to piss them off. He didn't know what he had done, nor did he really care all that much. It was just another job for some extra cash on the side of his shop.
Anyways he had followed him to a different motel each day he had followed him and tonight was no different. This time he was going to confront him. He had no orders to detain him yet, but he was to issue a warning this time. The Agency knew that sometimes things happened that shouldn't and were more than willing to give everyone a second chance. Of course if anything else happens they'll be brought in for it.
And so he waited patiently. Or so he would like to say at least. The Agency had stuck him with some newbie for some reason or another and Ellen was just going nuts about it over the mental link as she watched the motel from a better vantage point with the perfect disguise of a cat. He wasn't much happier that they had saddled him up with someone for a mission like this though even if he didn't say anything about it. He just hoped the kid didn't get himself hurt. He was rather sure he could take whatever a demon threw at him with what he had prepared, but he didn't know what his partner could do. He wasn't making much effort to find out either though. He hadn't spoken more than was necessary to the kid after all and his own masked face wasn't exactly giving many hints to what he could do that might help the guy.
Meanwhile Ellen lounged on a wall and watched the main entrance of the motel carefully. minor wards in her collar kept people from taking to much interest in her, but it wasn't going to stop someone dedicated to touching her for some reason or another. So far she had avoided any trouble though and kept up a steady stream of information to her master to relay to that other Waker he had gotten stuck with. Well at least her master was confident he would survive. She gave a small yawn and continued to watch.
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Post by Ali Fereydun on Dec 29, 2012 12:43:23 GMT -5
Really, why wouldn’t they have him in on this job? Ali hadn’t been following this specific case, as it was rather low-key and lacked much interest. He was aware that there was to be demon-scouting, but that wasn’t appealing in the slightest. His expertise was in subjugating not pacifying. If you needed protection from the corrupted spirits, you called the Fereydun family. Well, that wasn’t a meme amongst the agency yet, but it better be after a few cases. His eyes bulged while he sipped something caffeinated out of a small thermos he brought along. His mind stayed fixated and readied. How couldn’t it be when your partner was a somber anomaly?
Words pertaining to the objective were spoken and that’s it. This was some heavy-duty secret agent business, and something within him desired to live up to whatever expectations the agency had of him. What were those exactly? Not a clue. He wasn’t certain if he was the muscle in this buddy cop scenario. There was no doubt his partner didn’t research him. There wasn’t much to look up on the agency upstart. He nabbed some demons here and there but nothing special. Just cleanup work. It took some mad digging to get some info on his other half in this. All he knew was that, if anything, he was taking notes and being a good little boy while the more experienced did their job.
Where the heck is he? He blinked the glaze out of his eyes. Waiting was becoming painful, so he mentally practiced incantations while waiting for the word. Near, but not close, to his partner, Ali kept up a good hiding spot with easy access to the scene. If he needed to, he could walk up and converse with the cretin. Arguably ‘camouflaged’, he dressed like a local but whether or not this was just his normal style wasn’t to be discussed. His fingertips had crushed sands of magical properties in callouses. If Mr. Demon looked to start some trouble, he’d be aflame in seconds. |
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