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Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

It was a pattern echoing in his brain. There was no heartbeat, no soul to give it rhythm, but to him it was as close to music as nature could get. Even animals seemed to lack something that the rain itself was full of. The coalescing of the sound and the thunder in the background, it put him in a mood that could only be branded as calm. In fact, it was fairly safe to say that during the storm was the only time that Corbin could consider himself as "calm." His life was usually one of panic and frantic movement -- a harmony of chaos and disorder being joined in by a third part that would underscore the first two, that third being called life.

He tapped his fingers on the desk of the office. Its layout was something similar to that of an old Gumshoe's out of a 1940s movie. It was larger, of course -- the Ashcroft family had spent quite a sum of money to widen it for more than one agent. There were doors and hallways, and not all of it was natural. There were supernatural alarms set here and there to keep out unwanted guest. After all, they ran a paranormal and occult investigation agency -- though "pest control" seemed to be the buzzword of this millennium. Still, Corbin wished he could just feel like Humphrey Bogart for once.

He raised his hand from the deeply bronze-stained oak desk, afraid he might drum a hole into its surface. He passed the hand through his black hair, noting how the length fell merely to just below his ears. He liked having longer hair, but in this business it could mean the end for you. His deep blue eyes seemed to trace over every little notch, every little mark in the surface of the desk, as if retracing its history. The desk had once been part of the original Round Table, salvaged and turned into something more suitable for a newer era.

He was wearing the standard "private eye" clothing -- black slacks and a white button-up. He had the sleeves rolled up to just past his elbows and he preferred a dark crimson tie. It was a clip on though, because you never know when some ethereal hand might try to choke the living daylights (or nightlights) out of you. He wore several different rings -- all silver in color and bared no piercings -- once more, a safety hazard in some cases. Corbin liked to be sure of things. He did however, sport several tattoos -- some for aesthetics, some for a more fruitful meaning. For instance, the small Eye of Set that was tattooed just up past his left elbow was for protection against Mummies and other sorted undead. It kept them from tracking you, and he made sure that all of his agents had the same tattoo... though others were optional.

However, as with most, there was something else that set Corbin apart. He was what was known in the Occult and Supernatural Circles as an "E-Pyro." It had nothing to do with the internet; rather, he could produce, summon, and shape a special dark green fire from nothing. It had no affect on normal people -- but if you were a goblin, a minion of Cthulhu, or otherwise something not-of-this-earth-or-plane, then you were in for a world of hurt. Corbin bared no weapon either -- aside from the fire -- and his favorite cane. It was made from blessed Holly, cut from the last Faerie Gate in Scotland. He was able to channel his fire through the wood, and improvise a devastating weapon out of it.

As Corbin's eyes and mind checked everything about him and the room, he looked up at the clock on the wall. The tick tock was not grooving with the drip drop outside of the building. It told him one thing.

His agents were late.

He felt a slight pang of worry inside of his stomach (well, it was technically a cow's stomach, but when you're missing half of your intestines, who's to argue if it works?). His eyes kept narrowed on the door instead of the clock.

Hopefully, his agents would report in soon.
 

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As raindrops fell successively over the street that lay ahead, Daniels looked closely at the sky, somehow in disbelief, as he stepped outside the bus near the station on the park, a few blocks away from his place of employment. It was thus that with a swift sigh, he began his sprint towards some form of shelter, running around from the covered bus stop to the front of a restaurant with a form of carp in its entry to protect ambulant pedestrians from this form of situation. It was thus that he zigzagged his way within the sidewalk from shelter to shelter in order to avoid being drenched by the pouring rain.

It was seconds into this plan however that he noticed both how ridiculous he must seem running from cover to cover and also the fact that he was drenched already as it was; thus, within visual distance of the Agency, he practically whispered what seemed to be a "Screw this" as he decided to make a quick and direct sprint towards it, straight away...

Walking through the front door and triggering the small bell at the top of it to signal his entry, Daniels began to move forwards as he took off his coat and hat and placed them both on the convenient rack that lay on the side. It was then that he began to analyze the toll which the pouring water had taken on his outfit. Though the heavy dark coat that had covered him at first kept most of his white-collared, black pants intact, the sight of his soaked leather shoes kinda pissed him of a little. He had just recently bought them not long ago, and they were the first form of "luxury" which he was ever been able to provide himself since money had always been fairly tight for him. Another noticeable feature of his outfit however was also the blue ascot he wore proudly around his neck, giving him a flare of class which he always desired. He did believe in being a gentleman, and ties were never really approved within his line of work. Along with this, he also carried on his left hand a walking cane with a small incision in the handle... his blade hidden inside...

Looking at his wristwatch and noticing the time, he particularly fell bad about being late on a day such as this. Even though he rationalized that using the rain as an excuse would be reasonable enough, he still hated giving excuses, and fell very apologetic when in some way, he failed anyone in somehow. He figured it was bad karma to upset or mess with the emotions or expectations of others...

Whipping his face with his right hand, and then folding his sleeves consequentially, Daniels then began stepping ahead, whipping his shoes on the entrance mat, so as to not leave a trail of water behind as he walked on. It was then that he passed his fingers through his long, brown, soaked, hair and fixed a ponytail within it so as to keep it from getting in the way. A few drips of water then fell through his fine face and finally collected within his chin to drip slightly onto the ground. This he whipped away swiftly again as he walked on and announced his coming.

"Boss, I'm here.... Again, sorry I'm late. The bus driver decided to take his sweet time while getting through this weather, and frankly, I'm just incredibly sorry. I did do my best to run as fast as I could, but either way, I'm sorry for being late..."

-Silence-

His voice gently echoed through the walls as he then moved on towards the main desk, waiting to hear a reply, inspecting the office as it appeared empty. That feeling was something he had grown familiar to, and it was actually that silence the one in which he found comfort on. It helped him to concentrate and analyze his surroundings with his mind. It was in this concentration that he was able to detect the presence of people by following the particular pressures of the soul. This was partly the reason he was there. This was partly the reason he enjoyed his employment...
 
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"GOOOOOOD I HATE the rain.... It makes the whole world seem so dreary, and god knows whats hiding in this mist. London is such a droll place. Why couldn't they set up shop in a nicer place? Like Tahiti! I'd love to work in Tahiti...."

The rain slicked off Soma's trenchcoat, curling beneath the bottom fringe to soak his sneakers through from all directions. He knew he'd have to get some boots if he was to work in this city, but he simply hadn't the time. He'd just arrived in the country and already he was late for his first day of work. People in the crowd around him remarked, laughing at his southern accent. Back home, he came off as accentless, but over here every other word would sound like American drawl. However, people liking him was the least of his problems. He waslate for work, and in this business, being late can get someone killed.

Soma was a detective, a new hire, but no less needed, or he rather hoped he was needed. He had to ability to feed off the life force energy of supernatural beings, entities that contain more energy than is needed to sustain their existence. He could drain them over a long period of time, and even use the drained energy himself, a neat trick considering some of the things he'd be fighting. When he heard of this job, he literally jumped for joy, it was as if he was tailor-made for the job.

Now pause for a moment and consider the thought of a grown man jumping up and down, clapping with a broad grin on his face. Very unprofessional.

However, that was simply Soma. He was late for work today because he needed his coffee fix, which he proceeded to spill onto his coat, with only the thought that the rain would wash it clean to comfort him. He had a tendency to fall at the worst times, and he loved making jokes. Especially bad ones.

Arriving at his destination, he stared blankly up the large stone steps, the stairs that would lead him to the beginning of the rest of his life. Pausing for a moment to reflect, he quickly laughed, very loudly, and scared the shit out of nearby pedestrians. After chuckling to himself silently at the sight, he ascended the staircase and moved quickly into the building, attempting to plaster a serious expression onto his face. However, it simply came out looking like he was in massive pain and needed to find a restroom.

He moved rapidly down the halls, feeling almost as if he were getting lost in this place, then quickly remembering that he WAS lost, and began to walk even faster. On one of the walls he noticed a photo. It was an archaic depiction of a Mu, a dark and virtually formless creature that hides in shadow and viciously attacks nearby fauna. Beneath the portrait were details on the strengths and weaknesses of the beast, and a proven method of eliminating them. Moving on, he caught sight of his boss' door, and quickly moved inside. Finally, he only hoped he wasn't going to be chewed out.


"Hallo." He revealed a goofy, toothy smile.
 

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Noticing an individual had ran in and passed by him towards an occupied location, Daniels decided to follow, as he thought maybe that would be a more efficient way to handle things rather than waiting for a reply.

As he noticed the time and the clear rashness with which they were all pressed for coming late, he completely understood the reason behind why the entering individual had not noticed him. However, he did believe it would've been a better idea to just wait to be summoned instead of barging into someone's office. Either way, etiquette aside, he was curious upon whether or not that was the way things were done there, and for a lack of better experience, he decided to imitate such, walking in shortly after the other individual into the office suggested.

With a slight and gentle air, and opening the door slightly, Daniels thus entered in excusing himself for his late arrival
"I was waiting up in the front. Again, I am incredibly sorry to be late. I do believe I had called earlier. I am Daniels"
 

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"Oh...? Yes... Yes..."

Corbin sat up straight and seemed to come out of a sort of trance. He yawned a moment and looked out the window to his left and noticed the rain wasn't going to give any sign of stopping. That made him feel much better but there were other matters that would probably end up weighing him down. If only he could be a balloon without any counterweights. He smiled slightly at the thought and then noticed there was not one, but
two individuals in his office. He stood up leisurely and nodded to them both.

"Being late is fine on a day like this, as long as you enjoy your tardiness. Take extra care to step in the puddles or have fun, you know..." he said as he scratched his chin. He looked down for a moment then back up to the both of them and clapped his hands together, a small smile showing up on his pale face.


"Yes. Daniels, this is Soma, a new employee. Soma, this is Daniels. He's kind of like... our radar, so to speak. Soma's talents are similar to mine in the fact that they are offensive -- he can feed off of supernatural entities. A form of vampirism, if I'm not mistaken. At any rate, I understand that some may be having trouble getting here. We used to be based out of Lower Manhattan in New York... but times have brought us here. We operate out of several offices and..."


Corbin seemed to slowly glide towards one part of the sector, a door that had its window blacked out. He assumed the two would follow him, but did nothing to make sure of such. "This door leads to any office of ours in the world. All you have to do is wish to be there and it will lead you there. A gift from a Priest of Thoth -- back when Thoth was still working for the good guys -- who specialized in transportational magicks. Quite useful."


He nodded and waltzed back to his office, keeping the large double doors open so that people could come and go as they would please. At least people are starting to show up, he thought to himself. He went and sat back in his chair and started going through some files as they awaited the others.


"Wait here please... as soon as everyone gets here, I will give everyone their first assignment of the week. We were lucky enough to get a few cases right off the bat."
 

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Hearing the understanding character of his employer certainly served as a welcomed relief to bring down the stress of how the morning had started. Knowing he would be working in such a reasonable environment definitely helped to clarify the doubts and worries of that day from his mind and allowed him to sense his environment better. It was there that Daniels soon began to notice the emanating energy from those within the room and he was interested by the particular strength of both of them. No one here, like himself, was normal in any way,shape, or form...another relief.

Extending his hand and shaking that of his fellow workmate, Daniels gave a slight nod so as to portray that the honor was his. Soon after however, he turned again and began paying attention to the information they were now receiving.

Hearing the bit about the teleportation qualities within the magical door ahead was also another thing that caught his attention. He began to wonder what other further secrets lay within the building or whether they would be handed some form of gizmos that would enable the better completion of each upcoming "mission". Certainly some very interesting things were in the process of unfolding. And he couldn't wait to give his best to be able to be useful. Besides, his life certainly could use the excitement, and his pocket... the spoils of his labor.

It was then that a question came to mind:

"Just a quick question by the way... Not to interrupt, but the other doors here... do we each get our own office... sir..." (Remembering the name he had been told earlier over the phone) "Corbin?"
 

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Rayler Hart looked out of her single bedroom apartment, the rain dripped silently upon the window sill. The cold iciness of the window contrasted itself against her long light hair. She could faintly see her reflection, her thin nose and large expressive blue eyes complimented her somewhat medium height nicely. She looked across towards the clock as it flashed 12:00 continuously.

“I must fix that” she said quietly in a somewhat airy tone.

“Yes...you really should” a gruff voice spoke. She looked over not fazed by the illuminated figure. All her life she had seen the unreconciled dead wander the streets trying to contact her, tell her their tales, she listened talking to family’s about how and why they died. She looked up and down the man, focusing upon him as the figure became clearer.

“And who are you?” her voice trailing off, to a near whisper.

“I am a man, who was killed, by a mad man”

“You seek revenge?”

“Yes!” He spoke; Rayler studied the face of the ghost, a stern, pointed jaw, harsh eyebrows and as normal dead eyes.

“I cannot assist you in your revenge...accept what is”

The man vanished, fazing through the wall, Rayler’s eye sight refocused. She had grown tired of the same questions throughout her life, but when they turned against her, the excitement in her grew. Recently, ghosts had tried channelling through her, she naturally fought against it, as once in, allowed a gateway to her thoughts, powers and movement. The thought of no control scared her.

She took a deep breath, and opened the door. She left taking one last look at her simple apartment block...Room number 13 she thought On floor 13 she smiled, no wonder they keep finding me, she gave a smile, shaking her head she locked her door.

She journeyed down the many flights of stairs...

“Why no lift?” asked a woman from the beyond, her chest held a knife planted firmly within it.

“Bad experience as a child” The female ghost vanished through the wall. Once at the bottom, Rayler walked towards the door. The rain poured down hard. She walked over to the desk, asking for an umbrella.

After a fair bit of identity, she received one, and began her journey towards work...if you could call it that.

Her journey would be long, about an hour on public transport and a short walk after that. She looked towards the rain, sighing deeply as she began her walk to the bus stop.

The dead attempted to stop her, but as a young woman discover then best means of escaping the sad stories was to ignore them, until she needed them.

She stood on the bus, paid her fair and sat down on a seat halfway between the back and front.

The time ticked on, when she arrived at her destination she gave a polite nod to the bus drier and began her walk. The rain poured down, her feet covered in water. Cold and iced, she journied towards the aging house, as she turned the handle, the history of the home flashed before her eyes.
She shook it off. She opened the doors and felt the hollowing emptiness of the home. She walked the most acknowledged way towards her boss. She knocked softly, the sound echoed throughout the hallways.

She pushed the door letting herself in... “I apologise, Corbin, the public transport these days are naturally slow” She seemily glided in, her hair flowing behind her. She saw a few new faces, allowing a smug smile. “Charmed” she said to each of them
 

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Merrily puffing his pipe, he strode along the near empty streetside, rain dripping off of the edges of the black, wide-brimmed hat set upon his head, ere the journey began, with resounding clicks following his footsteps, black trenchcoat ends nearly touching the two-inch high groundwater. Tattooed fingers curled around the wooden pipe's bowl, the smell of cheap tobacco clung to him like a sickly sweet stench, airing his presence with the sheer aroma of foul smoke, his footsteps kept forward, booted within broken-in leather. Sharp, ocean-blue eyes pierced through the torrent of rain, and a chuckle wracked his ribcage in gratification. Nothing could possibly deter his will; it could rain, but he would simply grin and stride onward a tall, broad figure amidst the downpour. Then again, being thirty-five had its benefits, as well as rejections. I may be a bit old, but I still know how to take down more than the average haunting phantasm.

Smiling ever more, he scratched at the light brown beard which ran around a strong jaw, and let the hand cradling his pipe fall down to his holster, where a small revolver rested; in his other hand, he held a Pistolet-Pulemyot Shpagina. He felt the hidden blade contraption around his pipe-cradling hand, and felt safe amongst the falling water drops and thunderclaps. Though I walk through the valley in the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil..

He went forward, eyeing the dying neon sign, entering the door as silently as he could, despite the doorbell ringing at his entry, soft sounds of the chain around his neck swishing, the silver cross swinging, and the various tools chiming from within the pouch around his belt. He turned, and looked at the hat-rack, learning more than one had arrived here, and deposited his coat and headgear respectively, as well as stemming his pipe, dumping the ashes outside the front door and pocketing the smoke device. Light brown hair hung to his ears after he evicted the hat from atop his head, and one could see patches of gray here and there in his beard and earlobe-length hair. Perhaps I should shave. . or not.

The silver chain sparkled in the dim light, as did the cross, pealing gently against a white button up shirt, tucked into black leggings, a dark brown belt securing the sinful pantaloons. He walked up the stairs, and knocked on the door, entering as he alerted those inside.

Eyeing the three men and single woman inside, he met their gazes with a merry smile, and in his jovial, Slavic-accented tone, he introduced himself. Ho, ho, ho, guess who came down the chimney . .

"Nickolaus Izin Petroyach, though I prefer to be called Saint Nick, or any Santa Claus name by my co-agents, being skilled in crafting makeshift weaponry and such against the eccentric,odd, or otherwise unworldly; I'm also unable to be feared or such by the supernatural - let's just say I was overdosed with lidocaine, though its more of what I'd name the 'Santa Claus Effect-' It takes alot to scare me, and even then I'll laugh and pump some God-Blessed lead into whatever tries to attack me." Nick gripped his PPSH a little harder, and made himself comfortable, sitting down with the gun resting in his lap.

"I understand one of you is Corbin, who called just as I was departing from Helsinki? You said something about a job offer."
 

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Within the Komachi temple, a priestess sat in the middle of an empty room, a single candle lit before her. If you looked closely, you could see several unlit candles surrounding her, each the exact distance from one to another, making a perfect circle. The priestess herself was dressed in traditional miko attire--a long, white sleeved robe with red pants. Her blonde hair reached her waist, barely touching the floor as she sat. Her bangs were straight cut over her closed eyes, two strands of hair framing her heat-shaped face.

Though there was no wind, the flames flickered; the priestess opened her emerald colored eyes and suddenly drew her hand through the flame. At once, every candle lit up with a burst of flames, though they immediately withdrew to their normal, half-inch heights the next second. Getting up, the priestess looked at each candle, noticing how one had failed to light. She narrowed her eyes and walked over to the candle, kneeling down to inspect it. With a finger she felt the wick; it was warm, as if it had been on fire, yet the wick itself appeared to be untouched by flame.

It was an omen, of course; unexpected obstacles would come her way.

The blonde stood up again, this time exiting the room into one with a small bed, nightstand, mirror and closet. She undressed herself, and searched the closet for her usual attire; a purple, flower-decorated dress that reached mid-thigh. She pulled it out and slipped into it, and pulled out a large, yellow piece of cloth. The girl then expertly wrapped it around her waist and pulled it tight, holding it with one hand as her other searched the closet again, this time pulling out a pre-made bow. She pinned it to the back, keeping the cloth in place, and went to her nightstand. She picked up two brown chopsticks with bells attatched to each, and quickly scooped her hair into a neat bun, held in place by the chopsticks.

She peeked at the mirror, then went back to the closet, this time pulling out a silver chain with three charms (a circle, a diamond, and a heart), and wrapping it around her wrist. It would be a surprise to anyone for her to reveal that the charms were actually her own powers, each different from one another. This was the way of her clan, the Komachi, and were passed down from generation to generation.

The first, the Circle, represented Defense, and summoned a barrier. The second, the Diamond, represented Offense, and while it wasn't a power per say, it summoned her blade--Sakuretsu, which is usually kept in the temple, and because it was forbidden to ever carry the blade with you, it had to be summoned. The third, the Heart, represented the human heart that had to be open to all, and enabled her to come into contact with those that were not of Earth. This was probably the most important, as without it, she would never have even been able to even see them, let alone handle them.

Finaly, she could stop being so serious; she put on a smile and hummed to herself as she smoothed out her dress. It was so cute, just the way she liked it. Sure, a bit bright, but she was a bright person. After she was ready, the girl pulled an umbrella from her closet and closed it, turning her heel, and walking out of her room. Closing the door behind her, she stepped outside, slipped into her wooden sandles, opened the umbrella, and promptly began to walk. She was in no rush--she was already late, so why not enjoy the walk?

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Finally reaching the office (and having quite the pleasant walk), the girl closed her umbrella, perching it against the wall, and knocked once. She then entered, sporting a smile. "Good afternoon, everyone!" She greeted them with a giggle, closing the door behind her. After seeing that she didn't recognize someone, she bowed. "My name is Reika Komachi, pleasure to be of your accquaintance, teehee."
 

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As they all assembled, Corbin gave a leisurely sigh as he sat there, awaiting them all. Three more had come, and there was still one more to wait on. His eyes settled on each of them, sizing them up and remembering what he had read on each of them. They were all unique in some form or another -- and that did not necessarily mean powers in this line of work. On the contrary -- just having an experience with something not of this Earth could register one as unique. It certainly did in his mind at least.

He traced small shapes in the air, a green glow at his fingertip. As he traced each shape, it came into existence -- until he was finished. There were ten green fiery butterflies fluttering around the room. They would not harm anyone in the office, supernatural or not -- Corbin could at least control that much. They floated around as if this were their natural habitat. He smiled a little before he nodded to the people and came back to reality.

"Rayler, Reika, Saint Nick, Daniels, Soma... that should cover introductions for now. We await one more member of the party. However, Daniels has something to take care of for now, concerning mapping and his ESP. You may go about your business Daniels. You know where the room is..." he said as he motioned to the door, dismissing Daniels. He stood before them and nodded, but suddenly turned his head to the side, coughing into a handkerchief. He peered into it and nodded for a moment before folding it and placing it in a drawer. There had been blood on the handkerchief... a result of Corbin's powers. Seeing that they destroyed anything supernatural, that included him. No matter how hard he tried to control it, it was slowly, very, very slowly, consuming him. That still gave him a good twenty or so years though, and already being twenty-five, that meant he would at least see most of life... unless something killed him first.

He bowed to each of them before turning and pulling up the shade to the window behind him, revealing the rainy landscape. The office overlooked a lower level of the city -- more of a bistro/plaza area. It was quite a nice and comforting view. He gazed for a few seconds before returning to them.

"Any second now..."
 

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Staring at the clouds as the rain splashed against his face, Bryce could only think bout his beloved. It had been two years since her disappearance. It was the main reason for him joining with Corbin. He knew that if there was one person that could help him find her then that would be Corbin. Looking back down to his surrondings, one could see the love in Bryce's dull silver eyes but they could also see the anguish upon his face. Not many could tell what ethnicity he was since he was japanese/korean but his hair kinda gave the thought that he was purely japanese. His hair reached his shoulders and it was black in nature while his ends were golden blonde. It was entirely soaked, covering his face almost like a mask made of hair.

His clothes were also soaked but, they kept his from getting wet. HIs clothing consisted of a white leather jacket with red thick lines running down the sleeves and the word Bryce running across his back. This article of clothing was very important to him since it was the last thing that his beloved, Jessica, had given him before her dissapperance. On the inside, he wore a white button up and a dragon necklace around his neck. Keeping to the norm, he wore regular blue jeans with a belt that had the word "Killer" on the buckle while attached to his jeans. Deciding to keep his shoes tough, he wore steel toe wheat timberlands. He never wore anything fancy so, he always wore what he liked. Adding to his clothing, Bryce wore a watch upon his left wrist and a bracelet on his right wrist with his mother's name, Kina, engraved in it.

Taking several steps forward, he grabbed onto the doorknob to Corbin's business. Twisting the knob rather quickly, he made his way inside the building. Staring at everyone that was within the room, Bryce kept a smile on his face. "Hello everyone. I am sorry that I am late. My apologies. I had to make a quick stop before coming." He explained as he made his way to a chair sitting on the side of the room. Taking a seat, the twenty three year old reached inside his coat, pulling out one of his many throwing daggers. To make up for lacking powers, Bryce was a highly trained weapons user and martial artist. All his weapons had been blessed by a priest many times over and were dangerous against any supernatural being that came his way. Going to even drastic levels, Bryce himself had become blessed by the priest and the lord almighty making him very effective against the undead and/or supernatural. Spinning the throwing knife, he only smiled and awaited for Corbin to speak.

For those who need to know though, Bryce's equipment varied. He had many throwing knives attached the inside of his jacket and he had wrapped around both his legs, hidden within a pouch. Around his waist was usually a black katana with cross engraved on the handle but, he left it within his truck. Holstered on the inside of his jacket in straps taht wrapped around his shoulders was a silver and a black Colt M1991A1 45. semi-automatic handgun that had the cross engraved upon the handle. Each bullet that he had was silver and he also had bullets that had holy water inside the back of the bullets. His body was even considered part of his weaponary. Bryce's body was basically considered to be the physical peak of human perfection. One could consider him the asian equivalent of Batman. Though he was powerless, Bryce was still a powerful member of the group.

OOC: Because I don't know how to change the name of links to fit in the post, imma show what his weapons look like right here.

Handguns: http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs49/f/2009/192/b/9/Black_Gun_2_by_SHIUN06.png

Throwing Knives: http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/336/7/0/Throwing_Knives_by_egoncalo.jpg
 
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Getting the list of names straightened out, Daniels took a point to see if he could match each one to the face of its beholder. Indeed the group seemed to be a rather strong one, and the spiritual pressure which intensified by the coming of each new individual did much to support this thesis…

Making a point out of personally shaking and smiling as he was introduced to each one, Daniels then began to walk in succession towards the door, taking Corbin’s dismissal as his passage towards beginning to set up all of his needed things within his quarters. Being a psychic of sorts, Daniel’s powers depended solely on his stability of mind and his powers of concentration, and ergo, in beauty of argument, he required some specific details when it came to his place of work. He did wish to give his best anyways.

It was thus that shortly after having introduced himself and heading towards the door, Daniels opened it gently as he was met by a smiling gal “pleased to have made his acquaintance”. Usually these introductions acted as mere pleasantries, but the vigor and happiness which followed her as she met life did strike him as particularly memorable. Smiling back warmly, he thus nodded and welcomed her into the room as he was ready to walk out, propping the door open for any other missing members to make their appearance.

Taking his leave he then began walking towards what seemed to be a hallway filled with offices. Even though he knew not who would be around his own, Daniels walked directly towards his as he was able to feel what was inside. Though he refused to make mind maps of areas private to others, he had the ability to create a rough picture of a space adjacent to him. And even though such skills came to be quite useful in pulling pranks while growing up, he had reached some level of maturity high enough not to oversee his boundaries; (at least morally to some extent.)

Moreover, feeling his way onto a small office with a wooden chest inside, Daniels walked in as he then continued to walk towards a small desk which lay ahead. The wooden chest had been something he had shipped earlier that day for his own sake so as to order his office with some necessary arrangements: Meditation circles, zen cascades, candles and other maps, parchments, books, scrolls, etc... [[Anything to make a seemingly Buddhist temple and alchemy corner within his given space.]]

Sitting silently behind the chair of his desk he thus began to concentrate as he mentally opened the box and telepathically moved into place each bit and piece from within its confinements. Although the choreography lasted measly minutes, it was magical and synchronized in a way that seemed brilliantly orchestrated. For once, he was happy to be someplace. But like everything in life, he also knew how transient and fleeting this might be. But either way, he knew better than to get philosophical about those type of things at the moment, so once done, he decided to just concentrate on what was being said by overhearing the voices of those in the room where everyone else was, as he had left the door open so that he could continue getting the given information that everyone else was receiving.
 
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Corbin sighed a moment as everyone became introduced properly. He gave a nod of his head and the butterflies seemed to evaporate from the air around them. He looked down at his desk and gathered up some reports, looking through them and nodding. As he thumbed, he would place a random report down on the table every so often. This was what he called filing -- sorting the real incidents from the fake ones. Hardly anyone came in to arrange a case anymore -- in fact, most of them were by email or networking sites such as Facebook or Twitter (yes, Raven's Eye had its own social profiles and website). As he finished sorting, he smiled and clapped his hands together, getting everyone's attention.

"Alright! Listen up. We have a few cases, so I'm going to split you into teams. This will also help you to identify each other better... and learn who you work best with", he said as he picked up one of the files.

"Daniels, you and Saint Nick will take this case over on the west outskirts of London. Reports of some kind of Nine-tailed foxbeast haunting an old mansion and its grounds. There are also reports of several black spheres floating the place... Take what resources you will need and go. Wait... erm... Saint Nick, give this to Daniels. You'll find him in his office and you two can leave out from there." He handed Nick an envelope with the reports, eye-witnesses and such before moving on to the next file.

"Bryce, you and Rayler will take the Door and report to the downtown area of Chicago. Some old cult activity in the name of the King in Yellow has been reported. Standard occult tactics will apply, I think. Stay on your guard, please... Bryce, you'll remember that it was these fellows who took from us Tyler and Morgana last year... So remind them we still exist" there was a flash of hatred in his eyes as he spoke before moving on to the next file.

"Reika, you and Soma are our most offensive-heavy team for now. Please report to Stonehenge via the Door as well. There has been a confirmed case of Lycanthropic activity in the area... and possibly it might spread to others. You both are aware of the Ursanthrope disaster two years ago below Seattle, Washington? Yes, well we don't want that happening again." He handed them their files and nodded as he turned to face the window.

"I shall be here, doing research. You all have your Trigger Stones. Activate them should you need any help. I wish you all the best of luck." He turned and smiled at them.

"Let's start this year off in full force and let the supernatural know that we mean business!"
 
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A slight grim look faded from the big man, replaced with a laudable smile, as he took the envelope tenderly in a single hand. "This'll be better than the Witch-Hunt of '98." Nick said cheerily, flicking his wrist and shifting the envelope-holding hand. Smoothly, he walked into the next room, and ambled by various offices, until espying Daniels in what seemed to be a make-shift Buddhist Temple of sorts; Nickolaus paid it little mind.

Tossing the envelope on the desk, he reached into a pocket and withdrew a silver pocket watch, checking the time. "Corbin has us going to outside the west of London for a nine-tailed fox and a few dark-balls, which I'm sure you know of. Info's in the envelope - going out to the garage and fixing up a ride to get us there, because walking this distance after the last cab I had isn't really something I desire to experience." At that he turned and left, going down a flight of steps, and opening a large, slightly rusted door.

Flicking on the lights that were dimly lit, Nick opened the pouch hanging from his belt, and took a few tools out, and began to operate on an old farmer's truck.
 

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Soon after having finished with the distribution of his things around the room, Daniels welcomed the entry of Nickolaus as he walked in holding the given envelope. As such was placed straight upon his desk, Daniels took it up and gave Nick a nod as he welcomed his help. The task certainly seemed to be along his alley, though he wasn’t quite fond of the environment around demonic creatures. Either way, he would have to find a way to manage, since working on seals had once been an area of study he performed while learning alchemy. And even though it wasn’t his forte by any measures, he would do his best to finish the job.

Stepping up from behind his desk and eying the envelop quickly, Daniels then began to walk out of his office, following his partner in short proximity as he thus began to talk

“I’m with you on the need of transportation since I’m still kinda iffy about space teleportation and I’m sure it would make for a hell of a road-trip to go by…..” (walking into the room where Nick was now working) “…tractor?”

Though the unorthodoxy of it made him somewhat curious, he shrugged it off and decided to go along with this one in the hopes of appeasing his co-worker. Either way, he was sure that questioning such would not be the wisest thing to do on his first day. And so, placing on the hat with which he initially came in and rolling up his sleeves, Daniels offered to give a hand, as he placed a small briefcase of his belongings to the side along with his cane which he knew would eventually come in handy within this mission.
 

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OOC: So sorry for being gone so long, college starting up and all. A little short, but it will pick up when things get rolling. ^^;;

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His eyes scanned quickly across the room, grinning quite dumbly as he felt the collective energies in the room brimming. Even those who seemed to have no supernatural energies seemed to radiate strong spiritual will. Working here could certainly turn out to be the most fun he'd ever had, or, inversely, it could be the most dramatic and cumbersome experience of his life. Only time would tell. He'd hoped he might have more time to take in his surroundings, to learn a bit more about his coworkers in the event he ever needed the information, but their assignments were given out immediately following the arrival of the final agent. He appeared to be a very... "light-hearted" individual, but it could just as easily have been a visage.

"Lycans? They get to fight a curse-tossing nine-tailed demon, and we get werewolves? Raw deal man. Guess I'll have to make the most of it. Maybe I'll agitate them and bring some pictures of the moon, eh?"

He winked and nudged Reika in the shoulder with his elbow, a big dumb grin on his face.
 
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