The bile coursing through Kristoff's stomach was beginning to rise. Creeping up through his chest the sensation was not unlike liquid flame overpowering in its sheer potency. However Kristoff was surprised to find himself not only accepting but welcoming the inferno. It was not the simple reminder of being alive that others so cherished but rather the seething purpose of one whose path was ordained by forces whose justice reached far beyond the mortal coil.<br/><br/>Heady sentiments but this was certainly not the time to muse on such matters.<br/><br/>Something had made this space it's hunting ground. With any luck this was just a predator going about its business and all that was needed was a swift and merciful extermination. If the fates did not smile however this could be a consecration carried out by a servitor in thrall to an entity at once  primordial and malignant. There was no easy means to discern which of these two possibilities was the case without thoroughly investigating the area.<br/><br/>And so it was that by the time Kristoff had reached the foot of the stairs he was already scanning the room for any signs of a disturbance. The number of subway patrons had noticeably dwindled and large sections of grime streaked concrete was visible. The tagging and graffiti that adorned the subway walls was the usual garbage mostly consisting of both artists signatures and various ethnic slurs. Nothing in the way of sigils or glyphs providing an early warning or defense for the rail haunting predator.<br/><br/>Likewise there were no fetishes or grisgris that Kristoff could discern. The only debris around the area was that which had failed to make it's way into one of the several rubbish bins provided by local authorites. All indicators pointed to the train itself being the epicenter of supernatural activity. This was not to say that Kristoff couldn't be wrong about these sort of matters , indeed he was far from infallible. If the target was canny enough it could even lead the exorcist into a potentially fatal situation.<br/><br/>Relatively happy with his assessment of the area Kristoff turned his attention to the matter of making contact with potential allies. The hunter knew enough to follow his instincts in such a matter. It was not as if those caught up in matters of the occult underground had any particular smell or marking to differentiate them but there was something subtle that made them stand out to those in the know.<br/><br/>Slate grey eyes flicked across the tunnel fixing upon several of the subway patrons.<br/><br/>First was the fashionable young man bedecked in Egyptian apparel. It was not only the unique mixture of both cutting edge and ancient fashions that alerted Kristoff to his presence but that the mans aura of power was a palpable thing. The youth had even brought his familiar - a sandy looking feline with him which was prowling the area. Clearly an up and coming young mage Kristoff hoped that the talent was tempered by restraint. Going in guns blazing could end poorly even for one with command of the mystic arts.<br/><br/>Second was the golden eyed girl. Black leather covered what Kristoff took to be highly defined and athletic build. This was someone who was used to life or death situations. Her posture made it clear that she was ready for whatever dirty trick the world was about to throw her way and Kristoff was glad for it. Preparedness was a virtue, nay a necessity in this line of work and this woman had the eyes of someone who had seen her share of fuck ups and lived to tell the tale. Also perhaps Kristoff was reading to much into this but the tan the woman had spoke of days spent under the desert sun instead of lying inside some up market tan bed.<br/><br/>The third was perhaps the biggest mystery. Unusually pale to the point of parlor the girls grey hues lent her a corpse like quality in the dim light. No other detail stood out save for this one thing as both her hair and eyes seemed to be the usual brown found in much of the human race. It was also near impossible to tell the level of otherness surrounding her. Try as he might Kristoff could not place her one way or another.<br/><br/>Deciding to make the first move Kristoff stepped forward and begun speaking in a clear crisp tone with just enough force to carry to other subway patrons. These remarks were directed at the station as a whole but anyone with the mind to do so could hear them.<br/><br/>"Terrible news regarding those disappearances isn't it?"<br/><br/>Kristoff cleared his throat for dramatic effect.<br/><br/>"I think its high time some pragmatic individuals decided to band together and do something about these kind of events don't you?"