<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9ce98617e7caea3944f7056e038c845a/tumblr_od84mliuPi1vdaxzpo7_250.gifv)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kaspian Herondale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356305#msg16356305)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute -> Container Ship<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Briefing, Shadowhunters dispatched on assignment<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Melody Fairchild-Harrow, Kaleigh "Leigh" Keo, Michael Brightstar<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/58/a2/e5/58a2e5a81162c2469ee5b2b540683a99.jpg)</div><br/>Some time before dawn he was awoken by some rather enthusiastic licking. Playfully fending off his wolf/huskie hybrid he tried to get out of bed. The puppy was on top of him though trying to get more licks in. “Look Diefenbaker, if you want to go outside and do your thing, then you sort of need to get off me.” he tried to reason with the puppy. That was a no go, so they went to play wrestling.<br/><br/>His sister Kat felt he was isolating himself lately and by lately she meant the last three years. He had signed up with a single client with an iron tight non disclosure clause about, well pretty much everything. The tattoos were another red flag for her. She had read a statistic that people with more than four tattoos usually never lived to die of old age. So, she stopped at three. He promised her he wasn’t in a cult and her response was to believe him because he never lied to her…but she did get him a rescue puppy that was going to be put down. A kitten would have been easier but knowing her, she did this on purpose.<br/><br/>Throwing on some sweats he got Diefenbaker out to do his morning business and managed to get a walk in as well. Some of the people in his building who were way too nosy instantly fell in love with the little guy and had managed to work out a system for spending time with him while Kaspian went about his duties as a Shadow Hunter. Mornings were about him and the pup and his workout.<br/><br/>He got the call just after breakfast, which was had at a diner that probably had been going in the 20’s. It was sort of a hole in the wall kind of place but they made the best eggs Benedict he had ever had. Grabbing a quick shower, he hugged the little guy and told him to be good, whatever that meant to the mind of an enthusiastic young canine. Taking an uber to the Institute he got mentally ready for whatever may be threatening his city today. Waving and nodding to everyone present he listened to Francis.<br/><br/>The helicopter ride was cool. Magic was all well and good, but there was something to be said for the mundane experience. Nodding to Juergen he scanned the top deck and took in their options. “Maybe we break into teams of two and check out the open containers first? I would rather not have something coming at me from front and back.” he suggested. He was a trained investigator and private eye before discovering his heritage as a Shadow Hunter. When he was investigating, he rarely had his seraph blade out. It tended to set the tone of a first meeting.