The Deep End

[Nox]

Nox was late to the meeting. He was never late. But there were other things - other priorities. And he'd lost track of time. The Ascendancy had dropped a load on him, and he was still processing what that meant. Nox watched Dorian and Ivan through the windows and wondered if he'd have to dress in clothes that weren't meant for hunting. He couldn't afford to dress even close to Dorian, and jeans probably weren't protocol. And the last thing Nox wanted was to piss of the Ascendancy. While there were moments of camaraderie Nox was still under the impression that if he stepped out of line the great and powerful would smite him down without blinking an eye. He was still expendable. But then again all Atharim were.

The stop before this had taken Nox to his weapons stash. Mostly to figure out what he might share, and what he wouldn't. But if they were going into the tunnels or hunting any monsters at all on this day they'd want to be ready. He had two land warriors and sighed when he threw both in bags. One had been Aria's and she was gone - she didn't need it anymore. Nox wondered where her sword had gotten to. She hadn't had it when he last saw her. And she never went anywhere without it. He also grabbed his sling and vials. Over the last couple days he'd replenished his stock, which included making a fresh batch of napalm goo. Stuff was sticky as shit and highly flammable. But Nox didn't know what he was going in for and he didn't want to carry mass of weapons with him. Just emergency.

A third man joined the officers. Nox hadn't met him, but Sage had told him about him. The pale officer who sorta hit on him. With a long drawn out breath Nox muttered to himself, "Now or never."

Nox walked into the coffee shop his bag slung over his shoulder and ordered cup of black coffee which he grabbed before making his way towards Dorian Vega. Nox knew his face was not the jovial happy-go-lucky one he wore dispite his attempt at it. He knew he was failing miserably. "Dorian." Nox turned to Ivan with a smile. It hadn't been too long since they last spoke, but his life had been different then. A whole hell of a lot different "Hey Ivan."

Nox sat down across from the pale man he didn't know. "Why are we here Dorian?" Nox smirked knowingly. "Next time it's alright to meet in the precinct, you'll get the orders soon I'm sure." Nox tuned to the man he didn't know and gave him a smile and a nod. "Nox." He said offering him his hand.