<span style="font-weight: bold">OOC: </span>Okay, let's see what I can do by way of an introductory post ^^!<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">IC: City Hospital Rooftop, A little earlier that evening:</span><br/><br/>As Doctor Nathaniel Forbusche left the hospital, a keen pair of eyes watched him go, taking in his demeanour, his stride and most especially his aura. A mental note was made; the doctor was definitely a Lurker. Too bad really, a competent doctor, good at calming patients and family members, not to mention easy on the eye- there was always a catch. If not for the catch, the doctor might be quite a catch, but<span style="font-style: italic"> 'evil hell-spawned psycopath, likes feeding on the misery of the living' </span>tended to be a catch that ranked pretty high on most people's lists... or would if most people thought to include it on their lists anyway. Still, that was enough bemonaning the disposition of the doctor, time to get down to business.<br/><br/>The fast-swirling thoughs were dispelled as the observer moved. Or, perhaps a more accurate term would be moved more, since she never seemed to stop moving. Even when she had been crouched almost still, she had continued to bounce on her toes in a way that would suggest- had any eye seen her- that she was either listening to some very energetic music or badly needed the bathroom. She lightly ran, almost skipping along the flat rooftop, making her way to the morgue. Air-con outlet, shoddy repair work, regular vent.. ah, there it was. Rooftop access. Bouncing on her toes even as she turned the handle with her gloved hands, the energetic individual made her way unobtrusively into the hospital morgue.<br/><br/>She arrived to find the morgue empty of the living. That was good, no need for a disguise- and certainly she'd stand out in a hospital. An apparently human girl who looked not a day over 20, with golden-brown skin, deep red hair cut to comfortably brush her shoulders, a lithe athletic figure in a snug yet practical bodysuit of deep blue with designs worked into it in silver-white, and almond eyes of brilliant silver-blue with golden flecks scattered through them. She stood exactly six feet tall, and- though she was careful to tone it down when seen by others- had such a high level of face and body symmetry that most people would swear if you set her in a desert and had her choose a direction to walk in, she'd go ramrod straight rather than in a gradual circle. She walked softly through the morgue, still skipping slightly despite the need for discretion, looking for a name and number. Bickles, Biddenshold, Bijornsson- a Norse name made for some variety!- ah, here it was, Billis. In a careful, stealthy manner that belied her earlier energetic bouncing, the girl slid open the door and brought out the cadaver for inspection. Raising the shroud a little, she crinkled her nose as she took in the remains of Emile Billis. It wasn't the smell that elicited the reaction so much as what else she could sense in the apparently inert form. Gestation in progress. She eased something that could have been a cell-phone, or something entirely different from a pouch on her belt and  and pressed a button, bouncing on her toes again as she waited, before speaking softly.<br/><br/>"Hi, hi, this is Jess," she remarked in a bright, vivacious voice to whomever was listening, "yeah, that Jess. Oh c'mon you know it's me, why'd you want a designation? Oh fine, fine,<span style="font-style: italic">Paragon</span>it is. If you say so, but how do<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>know what a dating line sounds like anyway? I'm teasing! But," and with the 'but' her tone switched from breezy to businesslike, "we have a situation in the hospital. I've positively ID'd one of the doctors here as a Lurker and it looks like he's running a Lurker production-line. He's got one cooking as we speak. Yes, I can do that, but I think we need some more eyes and hands on this operation. Understood, over and out". With the final words, Jess cut the call and turned her attention back to the late Emile Billis. From a different pouch on her belt she slipped a small dart-gun and discharged a dart- and its contents- into the body. The reagent the dart contained wouldn't stop the transformation, but it would make for a Lurker with more capacity to resist those dark urges, and maybe a disposition to seek the light. She retrieved the dart and rearranged the shroud, sliding the body away again. Just as she finished closing the door, a vibration from her belt-pouch alerted her to an incoming call. Snatching up the device, Jess answered the call.<br/><br/>"Hi again," she said, "sure you didn't get me by mistake instead of your dating agency? Wait, what's happened where now? Happen<span style="font-style: italic">ing</span>? One of ours? Give me that location again". Her eyes narrowed as she listened closely. "That's about ten minutes away if you walk," she said, "to get there in five I'll need to shave a few minutes off my personal best. No, no, not saying I<span style="font-style: italic">can't</span>do it," she urgently reassured her contact, before adding in a brighter voice, "I'm just saying you've given me a<span style="font-style: italic">challenge</span>!" So saying, Jess cut the call and swiftly left the hospital.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The office of Dr. Julien Summerfield</span><br/>“Carly… Carly…!” Julien snapped his fingers with his other hand. Causing her to open her eyes wearily.<br/><br/>“…where… where…” she groaned. Exhausted and zoned out.<br/>She then gritted her teeth as she found the hand clasp her forehead again. Having no choice but to comply and grant the visions Julien was absorbing. From her vantage-point at the skylight Jess watched, gritting her own teeth as she worked the mechanism, trying to find the trick to opening it from the outside. Unfortunately the information she'd been given was exactly right; a powerful Lurker and one of their own. Hard to tell exactly what the girl was, Angel, Nephilim, or merely a civilian with a special affinity for the ethereal? However, it wasn't going to matter if the Lurker had things all his way. There were contingencies for that though. Jess smiled a grim smile as she popped the mechanism and soundlessly opened the skylight as wide as she could without drawing attention, hooking her legs to the outside edge and gradually leaning back, until her upper body was hanging upside-down inside the room. She gradually extended her arms, revealing something like a medium-sized water pistol in either hand. Apart from having a much greater range, these weapons were essentially the equivalent of a can of heavenly mace-spray: When used on a Lurker, they'd temporarily daze one and disrupt whatever they were doing, putting them out of the mood for it, at least for a short time, though precisely how long tended to vary depending on the strength of the Lurker. Used on someone with a heavenly affinity, it should give them a boost- how much of a boost would help determine what the girl was.<br/><br/>There was a measured risk to using this particular weapon. On the one hand, an attack with what was essentially mace, would suggest to the Lurker that whoever launched the attack was a minor nuisance and could be ignored. On the other hand, any attacker capable of getting so close had skill enough to suggest they shouldn't be ignored however they attacked. How the Lurker and the girl responded would tell Jess a great deal about what she should do next. She aimed carefully, before squeezing the triggers, sending two small bursts of light, like minature, glowing snowballs, to hit the figures beneath her, calling out as they hit, "ah, ah ,ah... you shouldn't be so greedy Dr. Summerfield," she paused to let out a light, bubbly chuckle in spite of the situation before adding, "...its a sin". So saying, she quickly hoisted herself from view, watching to see what would happen.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">OOC:</span>Oh my, that post ended up a bit longer than planned! Hopefully treading on no-one's toes- or plans- there? ^^