<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>Investigating the Song of Demeter<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Melody Fairchild-Harrow, Kaleigh "Leigh" Keo, Michael Brightstar<br/><br/><hr/>The rookie comment made him chuckle. “I think it’s the other way around about being stuck with a rookie. All of you grew up in this, had years of training and getting used to things that they talk about in the bible as being real.” he says watching her easily inscribe her runes on her skin. One of them he knew, the other he didn’t. “I grew up as a mundane and stumbled across some Shadow Hunters three years ago. They just could not get over that I could see them. I thought it was some weird joke.” He felt he had to be clear about this, he did not have the lifetime of training that everyone else here had.<br/><br/>“Its good to meet you, Leigh. And yeah, there should be way more people on this ship.” he agreed. Thoughts of finding bodies piled up on each other entered his head. He wondered if there was a rune that could filter that out. He didn’t get seasick or anything but Leigh wasn’t alone in finding their footing on a floating metal popsicle stick. He found himself having to adjust how he moved because at times it was like the ground came up to meet his foot and at others it seemed to be playing keep away. He gives her a quick grin. “Yeah, not being swept out to sea or tumbling down the stairs seems a low bar, but I’ll take it.”<br/><br/><em>Right, vampire.</em>Up until a few years ago, vampires were either in tuxedos or hanging around college kids on some CW show. Thinking it through a bit more he considers the options. The Shadow Hunters were all Nephilim, a hybrid of human and Angel. Giving a vampire angelic blood might the best thing since sliced bread or it could blow him up like a Martian listening to country music. There were no books he had read on about this or vampire first aid. “Ok, I’m guessing if he was willing to burn himself it wasn’t for the need to feed on Canadian cuisine as quickly as possible. He could have just steered here at night taking an extra few days. This is a desperate action and since vampires have signed the accords, we protect them like we protect everyone else.”<br/><br/>Keeping him out of the suns rays was a start. “Please don’t be a jerk.” he said to the Russian vampire captain. When Leigh radioed back their findings, he checked his phone. The logs were just that, regular logs a sea faring crew would make. The inscription in English seemed to be a bit too…on point. It was a no-duh situation that the morning light would burn if you were a vampire. And usually, people sizzling like bacon tended to be running around panicking or doing the stop, drop and roll routine instead of recording their most poignant thoughts over and over again in a language that wasn’t native to them.<br/><br/>Wait, maybe this guy could hear them? “Hi. I’m Kaspian and this is my new friend Leigh. We’re here to help you.” He looked at his phone again and wondered if this guy understood him so he repeated it and had the phone spit it out in Russian.