08-11-2014, 08:47 PM
Over the next few days, Hood would come and go as his day job called him away. He had turned down a few very lucrative jobs due to how time consuming they were, and instead favoured security assessment roles. Boring, but they didn't require his presence 24/7, and there was no point running a safe house if he were not there to keep it safe while there was actually someone in attendance. Besides, who knew what sort of trouble Rune could get up to if left alone.
He did encourage a demanding fitness routine of her to encourage her recovery and a full return to active service. The presence of her hedgehog was only a minor nuisance; she wisely kept the absurdly coloured animal tightly schooled, a surprising level of commitment from the girl considering it was, apparently, her first pet. By all signs, the animal was actually important to her, and not simply a passing fad as was with most young people and their exotic pets.
He gave her access to the weapon lockup beneath the safe house when she needed it; exposure to the wide array of weapons he kept stocked allowed her to sharpen her skills; he'd met too many Atharim that relied on their weapon of choice for sentimental values and generally forsworn using something different. And when that weapon failed them or was simply unavailable, they limped along with something unfamiliar.
He had to admit he approved of her uncoloured hair style; her usual sense of style was simply far too iconic, too recognizable, and the brown hair that appeared to be her natural colour blended well into a crowd.
When the time came for her to away for a meeting, he was all for her getting out and about. She was nearly fully recovered, and didn't need to be holed up all day with him or her blasted pet, and more importantly there were no signs that the CDPS had any flags out for her, so she was free to go about on her own. Of course, he had no interest in bringing her out and about; he had his own life, after all.
He did encourage a demanding fitness routine of her to encourage her recovery and a full return to active service. The presence of her hedgehog was only a minor nuisance; she wisely kept the absurdly coloured animal tightly schooled, a surprising level of commitment from the girl considering it was, apparently, her first pet. By all signs, the animal was actually important to her, and not simply a passing fad as was with most young people and their exotic pets.
He gave her access to the weapon lockup beneath the safe house when she needed it; exposure to the wide array of weapons he kept stocked allowed her to sharpen her skills; he'd met too many Atharim that relied on their weapon of choice for sentimental values and generally forsworn using something different. And when that weapon failed them or was simply unavailable, they limped along with something unfamiliar.
He had to admit he approved of her uncoloured hair style; her usual sense of style was simply far too iconic, too recognizable, and the brown hair that appeared to be her natural colour blended well into a crowd.
When the time came for her to away for a meeting, he was all for her getting out and about. She was nearly fully recovered, and didn't need to be holed up all day with him or her blasted pet, and more importantly there were no signs that the CDPS had any flags out for her, so she was free to go about on her own. Of course, he had no interest in bringing her out and about; he had his own life, after all.