The Beast Within [Dark*Matter D20]

[Jarval]

The door swings open swiftly, and a young woman, no older than early 20s, walks briskly in. She quickly scans the room, brown curls dancing around her head and shoulders, then she grabs the nearest chair and sits. "Sorry I'm late, but you know how Dr. Thomson is about rescheduling," she says to Mr. Davies.

"No problem. Dr. Thomson's time is more valuable than mine. Believe me, I wouldn't want his job." Davies greets Lisa, before returning his attention to the mountain of paperwork covering his desk.

"... To be frank, I didn't think my degree in Folklore and Mythology would be worth this much...."

"If I had a dollar for every time I heard someone say that..." Davies grins. The office door opens, and a smartly dressed woman steps into the room.

"Mr Klausen, Agent Woods? I'm sorry, but admin switched your names with some of our other agents. They've put you on the wrong assignment. Follow me, and I'll get you over to the right office." She holds the door open as Eric and Danny stand up from their chairs and follow the woman out of the office.

"Oh, Davies? The right people will be along in a moment." The woman adds as she leaves the office.

"Thanks Angela." Davies looks disgruntled. "God, you'd think they'd be able to manage something as simple as agent assignment, wouldn't you?"


(OoC: Old PCs removed, and the way is open for the new ones to arrive. Verbatim, flyingricepaddy, feel free to arrive whenever you like.)

 

[Verbatim]

The night before...

When the cell phone began to ring beside Caleb's bed, he knew that it was going to be a long night. Reaching over clicking it open, he listened to the monotone voice informed him he was needed in Atlanta by morning. As always, there was never more said, just a simple time and place message, but Caleb knew he would find out everything once he got there.

Gathering his equipment, or Hoffman's, to be more exact, he packed his truck and poured himself a thermas full of black coffee for the drive.

~Six hours of fun on the road...maybe this time they will tell me they found that bastard...~

This morning

Tired from the drive, but unwilling to let his fatigue show, Caleb walked through the hallways of the Hoffman Institute until he found the meeting room. Listening as heard people talking already, Caleb cursed for not pushing himself a little harder to get there before the meeting started. Opening the door, Caleb walked in and looked for the first empty seat he could find.

"Sorry about getting here late, but I didn't recieve the call until late last night."

Extending his hand out before sitting down, Caleb greets everyone before sitting.

"My name is Caleb, and if you don't mind me asking, who, or what, are we going after this time?"

OOC: Hopes this works all...not really sure how to make an entrance..

 

[loxmyth]

"Thanks Angela." Davies looks disgruntled. "God, you'd think they'd be able to manage something as simple as agent assignment, wouldn't you?"

Daunte shrugs good-naturedly. "That's bureaucracy for you," he comiserated. He nods in greeting to the new arrivals.

In response to Caleb's question, he answers, "That would be Californian Werebears."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Don't worry about," Lisa responds, though a very perceptive individual might note she seems somewhat miffed.

John, for better for worse, is not that person. "Hey," he says to the newcomers, offering his hand. "Name's John."

"That would be Californian Werebears."

"Floridian," corrects John absentmindedly.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Floridian," corrects John absentmindedly.

"Oh, Floridian werebears? That makes all the difference." Lisa says, her smile taking the sting out of it. "So, people who turn into bears, in Florida? You're sure that's not the Berenstein Bears exhibit at Disney World?"

 

[Verbatim]

Taking his seat with the others, Caleb nods his head when told he would be going after lycanthropes in his home state.

"Well, at least I will be going home this time instead of outside turf. Where in Florida are we going to? What have these werebears did to get Hoffman up in arms?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

John smiles a bit so Lisa won't think he's chastising her. "There've been two fatal bear attacks in an area with no native bears. There are two, ah, known lycanthropes in the area- an ursine and a lupine- neither of which was likely the culprit."

At Caleb's question, he frowns a little. "Ah, something keys." He turns to the suited man, then down at the file. "Nevermind, Bavington. Bavington Keys."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

At Caleb's question, he frowns a little. "Ah, something keys." He turns to the suited man, then down at the file. "Nevermind, Bavington. Bavington Keys."

"I admit, bears don't usually get out to the Keys. So, they think it's a werebear? If it's killed people, I hope we've got some heavy backup."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

John shrugs. "Just us, I think, although they might have other things in the area." He leaves this for the director to answer. "We shouldn't be in much danger, unless it's a full moon. We'll be going in as an animal control team, if I'm not mistaken, and all the sedatative equipment that implies. But we're supposed to find who did it, and keeping in mind they might be doing it without knowing, that will hopefully involve little violence." John smiles optimistically.

 

[Verbatim]

~So it is another side hunt for me...so be it...~

Reaching into his pocket, Caleb pulled out a small notepad and began asking a few questions to both the director and the others.

"How long ago were the murders committed, and how long do we have until the next full moon? Also, if the one who is committing these acts are not aware of their actions, do we bring them here or to a regional office there?"