Of Blood and Fur {Braioch & Hunkaroo}
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				Title: <strong>Of Blood and Fur {Braioch &amp; Hunkaroo}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 05:58:43</strong>
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				The vampire was young, in appearance at least, light and delicate features, eyes given a harder appearance than the rest of her, betraying what could have been once an oriental background with whatever other western blood flowed through her. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun, a solid lock of it permitted to fall over to the side of her face, a slight curling wave to the strand but it never left the side of her face. Her clothes were just as severe, giving the same feel as her makeup and hair. Dark colors, rigid lines with a flair of color in the undershirt of the blouse, fishnet stockings under the skirt instead of the standard variety. It seemed a calculated attempt to appear both dead serious but flexible and able to adapt. At least that was the appearance she aimed for, and she knew appearances were everything.<br><br>"Ahh, Mister Amherst, you're here then, good," her voice was soft by nature, but the tone was clipped and direct, her sharp heels clicking on the floor as she rounded the table to face their newest bodyguard hire, "I will make this as short a meeting as possible. You have a job to get started on and I have several that I still need to finish before the sun rises, so I shall cut right to the point."<br><br>She rounded the table, eyes calculating and assessing the man across from her, though she gave absolutely no indication what her conclusion was, "as you know, <em>Autopolyhemopheliac Dymorphism</em> or APHD is becoming a major issue in our community. World wide, vampires are becoming infected and succumbing to the disease, no matter their age, their status or personal power. No amount of Blood Gifts or other mystical means of curing the disease have been found effective, best we can affect at the moment is a treatment that slows the progress of the disease. No matter what we do, we find those infected having the very blood of their systems being attacked by their body, the best we can figure is something is causing our bodies to register the blood as foreign and essentially the immune system goes into overdrive. The body attacks everything 'infected' with this blood, which is to say, everything in the vampires body. Needless to say, the results are...unpleasant."<br><br>Pulling a folder from the crook of her arms, she set it briskly down on the table and slid it towards him, "we've had little to no progress until recently. Ironically the answer to our problem may come from a Were of all things. A very...unusual Werewolf by the name of Dante, though he seems to like to change his last name. For now he's using Rhyos as a last name, but don't become too attached to it." She flipped open the folder with a flick of her finger, a basic information sheet accompanied with a picture of a tall, broad and odd looking man shone in the air, "we're not really sure where he studied. His name pops up on several various prestigious academies throughout the known world, but not for long. To be honest, we never paid much attention to him before due to the fact that he doesn't actually have any degrees...save for a liberal arts degree from some backwater community college. But, ever since he has gained our attention, he has proven extensively trained and knowledgeable in the fields we need him to be...if a bit peculiar."<br><br>"That is your copy, don't expect to find too much," he waved the folder away and stood up, "I'll be frank, this is not going to be a position of high honor or glory if that's what you seek, but if he should work out a cure, you will find a great amount of money coming your way. We're doing our best to keep thing this as quiet as possible, but that hasn't worked out in our favor so far. The amount of beings that want him dead are...high, enemies of our kind who wish to see us fall, Weres who wish to see vampires 'leash' on their kind broken, our own kind for whatever motivations, Blood Mages for obvious reasons, the Fae because they've hated us for centuries since they blame us for the near extinction of their species back in the Eternal War. Our enemies are as numerous as they are determined, and we've already had to move him several times and replace the people watching him. Your predecessor met the sun for his hand in the last attack we suffered that cost a massive loss of property and a loss of control of our friend Dante here."<br><br>She stood straighter, "you will be in charge of making sure he is safe at all times, and if that means you must move him if you should become compromised, then so be it. You are also to make sure to help him in whatever experiments he needs or the recovery of whatever samples, ingredients, etc. As a sidenote, not only is his safety paramount, you should know. He suffers from the rare genetic Werewolf trait, which the Were's refer to as a 'spiritual mark' but essentially, he is a Beserker. His transformations are never gentle, never kind and he's rarely in control so it is of the utmost importance that you keep him out of danger for many many reasons."<br><br>Eyeing the vampire carefully, she cocked her head slowly, "any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Blood and Fur {Braioch &amp; Hunkaroo}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hunkaroo</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 08:05:34</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">(http://i.imgur.com/JWk7q8u.jpg)</div><br>It seemed tedious most of the time, being hired in such an official capacity.&nbsp; William had no misconceptions about his people, vampires were not always known for ease of interaction, but the way they just couldn't help showing off how sophisticated they were, how wealthy they were, or just how important could wear on a man sometimes.&nbsp; Not that he was innocent himself, he certainly enjoyed toying with various humans and supernatural individuals when the mood struck him, his nature allure often charming even himself when he wasn't careful.&nbsp; Still, there was more to living than just being attractive, even if it helped.&nbsp; He had never thought of himself in such a brutish career as bodyguard, but his keen reflexes and strength seemed to put him in a highly desirable category and at this point in his life he'd figured, why the fuck not?<br><br>He couldn't help smiling perhaps just a bit too widely at the woman who greeted him, clearly trying to impress and intimidate all at once, which admittedly were lost on the vampire.&nbsp; It took a lot more than that to impress him and certainly someone of a much more manly variety to catch his attention in more than just a fleeting capacity.&nbsp; He was dressed in a leather jacket which clung to his lean chest as he folded his arms, settling down and leaning back a bit in his chair – he couldn't stand formalities for too long.&nbsp; He fixed his deep green eyes on her as she spoke, but was careful not to gaze too intently, even if she was a vampire she was hardly immune to him and if he showed off too much, well he didn't need another woman chasing after him.<br><br>He was certainly familiar with APHD, there wasn't a vampire who hadn't heard of it.&nbsp; It was horrific really, the disease was destroying his kin in a completely random way, so far there was no way to avoid it.&nbsp; Young and old, rich and poor, male or female, it seemed to target whoever it wanted and it was slowly spreading.&nbsp; He arched an eyebrow at the folder as it was slid towards him and couldn't help feeling a little put off by the lack of information inside.&nbsp; He was going to be working with a Were?&nbsp; Not only that, but looking after him?&nbsp; He did look a bit strange, William hadn't encountered many Weres over the years, but this one did seem a bit different.&nbsp; “Mmmm.”&nbsp; He mused quietly, studying the picture a bit more intently.&nbsp; He certainly wasn't unpleasant to look at, but guarding a Were was new territory for him, usually they wanted about as much to do with vampires as he wanted to do with them.&nbsp; <br><br>The young vampire looked up from the file as she explained just how important this was, how dangerous it was, and how very likely it would be that things would not go as planned.&nbsp; He had never minded a challenge and so far most work had bored him, so why not see where this lead?&nbsp; Money had never been something he'd ever wanted exactly coming from a wealthy estate, but it might be nice to make a name for himself as something more than just an Amherst.&nbsp; A slight flicker of unease welled up in his chest and he had to resist the urge to groan at the mention of a Berserker, that didn't sound good at all. <br><br>He let silence fall for a moment before leaning back a bit more and offering her a little smile.&nbsp; “Keep the big pup from shifting, discover the cure, save all our lives.&nbsp; Seems simple enough.”&nbsp; He closed the folder and tucked it under one arm as he got up, stretching a bit.&nbsp; “So, where can I find this Dr. Dante then?&nbsp; And is he expecting me?”&nbsp; He wondered why the good doctor had even agreed to help, was he the sort of guy that always did the right thing?&nbsp; Was he after money as well?&nbsp; It all would tie in to how best to protect him, knowing his motivation for things.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Blood and Fur {Braioch &amp; Hunkaroo}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 08:53:51</strong>
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				The vampire watched William carefully, eyes as careful and meticulous as the rest of her sweeping back and forth as he moved, as he spoke. She had been chosen specifically for this position, managing everything within this little operation and so far, she had done well, until the bodyguard situation became an issue. Luckily, they had not been her decision, this one had been and his success and his failure would be her own. Reputation and a few well noted events were what she had to go on with this one and she had to be sure that her assessment had been correct on the man before she even allowed him to lay eyes on the Were waiting deeper in the building. <br><br>He was good, that much she knew, though how well a good fighter would translate to an effective bodyguard and caretaker was a matter of time and observation on her part. Obviously as arrogant as he was gifted, managing an air of indifference even if his history showed that he sought something more, something to push him, challenge him, something make him break a sweat. There were many Dark Gifts at his disposal and he was adaptable, not a mere brute, but not a mere puppeteer either. All that was left was to make sure his pride wouldn't prevent him from the less glorious aspects of the job and he actually did mesh well with their charge.<br><br>"You will guard and care for him and his research, I would leave the actual creation of the disease in his hands. He's rather protective of his work," at that, the corner of her mouth twitched, "and if you'll follow me, I'll show you to him."<br><br>Motioning, she exited out the heavy metal doors, heels clicking smoothly on the concrete floor until she reached a wall. Touching an unremarkable section of the wall, a portion of the wall slid away to reveal a elevator door,&nbsp; stepping in, waiting for him to join her and pressing the only button in the elevator, "memorize where that panel is. This location will be lightly guarded, and there will be enough activity of a transportation company here to cover up what lays below. However, there will always be the chance that you will have to move, the folder in your hands will show a few backup and escape plans. It will also contain a layout of the facility, memorize it and then destroy it. Use some of the marked locations to slip out away from the facility when you must feed, or grab anything that he may need....or whenever he feels the need to 'stretch his leg bones' as he puts it."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/kellan-daman/kellan-lutz-da-man-magazine-02.jpg)</div>The doors slid open after a short trip, revealing another long concrete hallway that ended in heavy steel doors; when opened the inner workings of the door revealed an intricate and solid locking mechanism. She waited for William to enter behind her before firmly closing the door behind her and motioning. If it hadn't been obvious how much they were investing in the&nbsp; project before, it was now. State of the art equipment lay sprawled across the room, small alcoves of machines behind glass lined the room. Everything was lit up and moving if it could be, the machines alternated and sang together with electronic noise, the only thing that didn't fit was the tail end of a country song playing. She let William take in the sights of the room, sighing as the music switched to a bass heavy trance song.<br><br>From one of the small room niches emerged a large man, bearing all the natural animal confidence of a Were with none of the predatory aspects. His hair stuck out in several directions and he seemed to have lost his lab coat somewhere along the way, now walking around in a pair of slacks and a tank top. Brushing past the two of them, seeming to not even notice them, he bent over a nearby machine, body jumping and tapping to the beat of the music as he hummed, flipping a pen in one hand as he poked around, adjusting and jotting down things on the papers that were near the machines.<br><br>"And this," wry amusement in her face, "is Dante, which again, is the name he's using this time. Dante....Dante!"<br><br>The Were's attention snapped up, light eyes flickering with the distinct yellow glow of his kind before he grinned, the color fading almost instantly back to their blue-green hue, "'ello Cass!" There was an accent, one that was faint enough to not be immediately distinguished before he glanced over to William, "new friend?"<br><br>"No Dante," her tone much softer and amicable than when she had been speaking to William, "this is William, he's going to be the one taking over watching you and helping you."<br><br>"Oooh new babysitter, hope he does better than the last ones," he laughed, bending to fiddle with something, pulling out a dropper and fussing with tubes in a machine, "last ones ended up in pieces. Had a helluva time getting the taste out of my mouth...like string cheese."<br><br>The female vampire rubbed the bridge of her nose, a sign of either distress or amusement, "he has been warned to behave himself."<br><br>"Proteins and enzymes, always the trickiest of the bunch, never want to behave themselves, flitting around and causing all sorts of mayhem," he spoke in a conversational tone still, though clearly having drifted away from talking to them. He placed the vials back into the machine, punching a few buttons before jogging up the couple of steps that separated a good chunk of the lab floor from the area where both William and 'Cass' stood. <br><br>"Good to meet you then William, I'm Dante," he offered his hand, "hmmm, leather, attracts all sorts of things. Need to decontaminate each time you come into the lab...or switch to softer, more porous fabric. Anyways."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Blood and Fur {Braioch &amp; Hunkaroo}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hunkaroo</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 21:49:36</strong>
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				He wanted to laugh, something to break the tension, this woman was all business and it seemed her business was being thorough and absolutely no fun at all.&nbsp; Not that he blamed her exactly, the matter at hand was serious and couldn't be seen as a joke, but he doubted very much that he was going to experience non-stop onslaughts from all sides looking after the Were, but he wasn't ruling anything out at this point.&nbsp; It seemed best to leave her to explain, to let her detail the things he would be doing, looking over the panel as the elevator was revealed.&nbsp; He hadn't expected the good doctor to be in this very facility, but it made things simpler.&nbsp; At least he wouldn't be in some rundown factory or the like, not that he expected vampires to fund something like that – even if a small part of him felt if he were in charge that was exactly what he would do given the sensitive nature of all this.<br><br>He'd never been much of an intellectual growing up or one to marvel at technology, but he had to admit this place was pretty impressive.&nbsp; The heavy door didn't intimidate him though and he passively scanned the area to see what other entry points there might be, guessing a door like that could hold off an assault for a little bit, but not forever.&nbsp; William realized she'd been waiting for him and quickly slipped inside, feeling the heavy door closing behind him and turning to take in the massive room that seemed... well... like something out of a movie.<br><br>What surprised him at first was the music, although he was not opposed to it.&nbsp; The towering individual did have a certain 'rough' quality to him that he felt was often present in Weres, but it surprisingly wasn't unappealing.&nbsp; In fact Dante was, apart from being a Were, a target he might have set his sights on if he were in the mood, at least to see just how much he could sway the big guy.&nbsp; He wasn't used to be ignored though and William couldn't help bristling just a little bit inside, no matter how into his work he was, the vampire didn't like being invisible.&nbsp; He had a name for his 'contractor' now, but he didn't think it would matter.&nbsp; If things went well he'd probably see her again for payment and if they didn't, well, he wouldn't be around most likely.&nbsp; <br><br>He couldn't help smirking at the idea of being a babysitter, especially for someone like the Were.&nbsp; He doubted there were too many things that could go head-to-head with one and come out victorious, but if APHD was being manufactured and spread by someone, it likely wouldn't just be one person after them.&nbsp; William was growing more intrigued by the moment at the playful nature Dante seemed to have, he was expecting some awkward science nerd who just happened to be a Were.&nbsp; “Well I'll be a bit harder to get out of your teeth, if you have any left.”&nbsp; He offered with a slightly seductive grin and rolled his shoulders in Cass' direction, unsure of her comment being directed towards him or Dante.&nbsp; <br><br>He took the hand extended and shook it, sure to put enough of his strength in that his smaller and lean form wouldn't be too overlooked.&nbsp; “Hmmm, a uniform for the job?”&nbsp; He unzipped his jacket and lazily folded it over one arm, still holding onto the folder with the other.&nbsp; “Just tell me what to wear... or not wear.”&nbsp; William normally would've been a bit more professional, but his pride was forcing him to put on his charm a bit more aggressively than normal, just to make sure that this Were didn't ignore him again.&nbsp; His natural gifts clung to those last words as his emerald eyes grew almost hypnotic for a moment, lingering upon the larger man's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Blood and Fur {Braioch &amp; Hunkaroo}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 23:14:08</strong>
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				"I'll have to remember to use my claws then," he mused with a faint smile that bore no trace of arrogance or cockiness. "Hmmm, vampire flesh highly resistant to blunt force trauma, especially with age, yet blades have an effect on them. Elasticity of the flesh perhaps? Inevitable protein breakdown is ceased with the onset of vampirism, perhaps it has an effect on the flesh, mortifying...no no no, bad choice of words, undead but still living, not mortified. Different, preserved, hmmmm....still, fragile but not fragile. Skin samples, might lead to new avenues, vampiric physiology so strange, human but not...."<br><br>Cass gave a small laugh at the look on William's face, "you'll need to adjust to that. Your charms won't work and then they might another time. He might forget that you're not a test subject a few times too, feel free to remind him you aren't if you get uncomfortable. If he starts to ramble on about ways you're fragile, or ways to kill you, don't worry about that either. In short, his brilliant...but a bit mad...and eccentric. Still, so long as you don't manage to break his legendary self-control and manage to keep he and his research intact, then you'll find your money in hand."<br><br>"Uniform?" Dante's head shot up from his position at the desk again, "no no no, no uniform, tacky things, awful. Wear your jacket, just get it decontaminated every time you come in...bad for the fabric though, wears down the bonds between the organic tissue. Jacket will shred. Better to leave it outside and wear more porous clothing, denim, cotton, things of that sort, much easier to clean. Make it cheap, otherwise throwing money into a hole at that point, clothes get ruined in here."<br><br>Cass nodded, still smiling softly, "I'll leave you two to get acquainted, good luck William and welcome to what I hope is the continuation of our future."<br><br>"Good woman," he piped up as he dug through a cabinet of supplies now, "bit stiff and pessimistic, good administrator for it though. Strong and connected, but driven by success rather than wanting to save her kind, strange but effective. You? Glory? Hmmm, glory only happens if I succeed. Money? Base, petty, but understandable. Excitement? Adrenaline junkie behavior. Suicidal and self-destructive behavior, dangerous. No, something else, mixture of things, vampires rarely simple, makes them fascinating to study."<br><br>He popped back into view, "what did you do before this William?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Blood and Fur {Braioch &amp; Hunkaroo}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hunkaroo</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 07:54:28</strong>
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				He could see that things here were going to be different than what he was used to and while interesting, it wasn't very comforting.&nbsp; He frowned a bit as Cass laughed at him, clearly amused at his situation.&nbsp; “I'm not worried, he seems harmless.”&nbsp; William said with confidence, the guy might be big and a Were, but beyond that he looked like he didn't have much fight in him.&nbsp; Berseker indeed.<br><br>He conceded mentally that wearing porous fabric would be unnecessary, he didn't know what it took to get decontaminated, but he wanted his trips in and out of here to be as simple as possible.&nbsp; After all his job was to keep this guy safe from whoever might be after him and he didn't need to be held up because he wanted to wearing a nice jacket or something of the sort.&nbsp; Still, it bothered him to think he couldn't dress how he wanted, or maybe it was just the way he'd brushed him off as if he wasn't anyone special.&nbsp; Yes, it was very likely that.<br><br>He watched the other digging through the fabric and rambling on as if they were old friends, he didn't seem to have a filter and his mind wandered in ways he wished he'd never understand.&nbsp; “I suppose I am fascinating.”&nbsp; He agreed with a little grin, taking the bit of compliment wherever he could delude himself it was being offered.&nbsp; He stretched a bit at the question of what he had done before and shrugged, moving to look at the various instruments.&nbsp; “Oh you know, a little of this and a little of that.&nbsp; Careers aren't always easy to come by, at least when you're not a genius scientist.”&nbsp; William said and lightly poked at the brightly spinning device.&nbsp; Just what was he going to do in the down time here?&nbsp; He'd have to figure out something or he might just go mad himself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Blood and Fur {Braioch &amp; Hunkaroo}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 08:39:46</strong>
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				"Harmless?" He blinked at that, cocking his head at the other man, staring intently, almost harshly. There was a pause that hung around them for a moment before he shrugged, "relative measure, dependent upon circumstances. Schemer useless in fight, want one in politics though. Warrior vulnerable in politics, perfect for vanguard. Variables upon variables, stacked and teetering, one minute useful, useless next. Adaptability key, but not for everyone, not always good thing either. Variables."<br><br>"Wasn't always scientist working for vampires," he admitted, fiddling with a device before slapping the vampires hand away from the equipment and moving about the room, "worked for many groups, many people, some good, some not so good. Doesn't matter, no challenge in their work, most of it brute work, simple, easy, no fun. This? This is fun, provides a challenge, gives me a challenge, let's me thrive, makes me try. Many variables, many lives, all on the balance, all working within one another, this is my battlefield William, this is where I fight and die. Don't touch equipment by the way, be like....me touching whatever weapons or tools you need to use for your various jobs, except probably way more touchy."<br><br>"Hmmmm," he paused fully and stared at the man, cocking his head again before motioning him over to another niche, "here, your quarters while you're here for extended periods."<br><br>It was obviously meant to be a personal space, containing a bed, a desk, bookshelf, TV and small computer, the decorations very sterile and Spartan, "internet is monitored and controlled, can't have something accidentally get out. Cable is okay I guess, don't really watch it myself, but I know you can order whatever you want from some program on the computer and it'll be delivered within 12 hours or so. Same with books if you happen to be a reader."<br><br>He turned and pointed to the other side of the room to a dim room, a silver fanged shield an emblem on the glass door, "there's your security room. Computer with updates and access to communication with whoever, weapons and tools, monitoring equipment and what not. Dunno, didn't have much interest, trust you know what you're doing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Blood and Fur {Braioch &amp; Hunkaroo}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hunkaroo</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 21:36:35</strong>
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				William just sighed, half in amusement and half in slight upset, he didn't know if he liked the other staring at him like that.&nbsp; “Yes, I'm sure you're quite scary.”&nbsp; He conceded, the man's size didn't intimidate him much at all, he was used to big guys thinking they were quite dangerous.&nbsp; Of course he knew enough to also not underestimate an opponent, but Dante was not an enemy and he doubted he would be.&nbsp; Adaptability and the variables, he really saw everything as a scientific problem and set about solving it the same way didn't he?<br><br>“Yes, well it'll be a lot more fun when you figure out why people keep dying, but until then, I suppose this is your battlefield.”&nbsp; He pulled his hand back as the other didn't want him to touch and couldn’t help grinning a bit.&nbsp; He had no tools of weapons beyond his own body, they usually just slowed him down and he'd found there were few weapons he didn't accidentally break from using too much force.<br><br>He headed over to the small room that was apparently his, not the most exciting place, but he wasn't expecting deluxe accommodations.&nbsp; In truth he'd imagined things a lot more sparse and as much as he would've liked to be one of those guys who had a personal touch, he wasn't much for sentimental objects.&nbsp; He liked things to be sure, but bringing in a plant or a poster or whatever else someone might do, he wasn't like that at all.&nbsp; “I don't imagine I'll be watching too much television either, but good to know.”&nbsp; He offered and rolled his neck a bit, already feeling a bit cramped in the underground space.&nbsp; He didn't like that part much, he was used to being about to roam a bit more and while they were very protected in some aspects, there was a definite disadvantage being in what was essentially a giant cage that lacked the necessary and quick exits he would have arranged if it were up to him.<br><br>“Well hey, I might want to play with your equipment a bit more, so feel free to play with mine.”&nbsp; He couldn't resist the slight taunt after being told not to, making his way across the room and opening the glass door.&nbsp; Several screens were displaying the various points in the lab as well as the elevator and hallway leading to them, nothing too surprising there.&nbsp; He tossed his leather jacket onto the desk and sat down heavily.&nbsp; So, security guard was really his role until something exciting happened.&nbsp; Well it wasn't anything he'd done before so he couldn't really complain, lightly fiddling with a few nobs to adjust the picture of the cameras, watching Dante as he worked.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Blood and Fur {Braioch &amp; Hunkaroo}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 01:28:59</strong>
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				"Scary? Me?" He seemed amused by the concept, shaking his head, "I have been described as a giant teddy bear. A strange and mercurial teddy bear, not meant as a compliment on the tail end, back handed compliment? Perhaps, or just insult in general considering the source of the comment. Ahh well, dead now, can't ask for clarification."<br><br>"Finding that out is the easy part," he smiled, adjusting a few more dials, punching at some buttons and taking liquid measurements at a separate table, "by that metaphor, figuring out what's doing the killing is just the arrangement of troops. The real fight starts when I must find a means to stop it...first step is inhibition of the disease, buy time at least. Bandaid, but effective at smoothing out tension and impatience. Impatience is bad in science, particularly medical and biological science. Tricky ugly things come about that way, can't have that, oh speaking of," he motioned to a far back corner where there lay a heavy looking door that stuck out from the rest of the glass doors around, "don't go in there, tricky ugly things in there."<br><br>"There is small workout station on down the hallway you came in to get in here," he motioned, "had it built so I had somewhere to run, but also for others. Running helps me think...some times I forget to stop running though, good for lungs, body not always happy about it though."<br><br>"Weapons messy things," he chided, "at least those weapons. Big hulking things, unnecessary, compensating? No, crude assumption. Explosives and bullets even worse, old fashione, wolf side, prefers the thrill of fangs and claws personally, visceral, exciting, thrill of the hunt, roars of victory, the screams of victim. Hmmm, primal, connected to my inner nature, at odds with my outer nature."<br><br>He blinked and stared at the vampire, "and don't touch my equipment, they're delicate and each thing you break sets the process back. Jokes are great, that is not a joke however." <br><br>Staring for a moment longer, he turned on his heel, resuming his humming and going back into the sea of his equipment and machines.
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