08-01-2013, 07:09 PM
Rune spent the majority of her time following the meet-up with Aria and Thalia studying the message sent from Tehya, the high-ranking Atharim who'd ordered this next mission. She holed up in her hotel room eating Big Macs, scanning the news, and reading everything she could find about the doctor, hospital, and the attack. None of it struck her as odd, of course. A wounded rougarou talking about eating its nurses and doctors totally made sense. But the one thing that really got under her skin was the fact that someone, or someones, dropped it off at a hospital. It was hurt to start with. Which meant someone had hurt it. Probably another Atharim. "Vaya con dios," Rune said to herself once the death was confirmed. It had been something Uncle Seth always said when people died, and the habit stuck with Rune.
So she felt prepared, at least regarding the backstory of this rougarou, and was fairly confident she could pick up its trail. Beginning with the last known location where the Atharim had hunted it. The hospital was obvious, but Rune hated going to hospitals almost as much as she hated going to cemeteries and churches.
She had the location for a safe house up on her gps, and used it to find Hood's trailer. She heard lots of cat-calls on the way, but generally ignored the comments and insults about her appearance. At the moment her hair and brows were still cotton candy pink and her eyes and lips were thick with pretty, flattering makeup giving her expression a fierce look. Her clothes pretty much never changed otherwise, only plus or minus their warmth. As it was still summery out, she had only a short jacket over her black tank top. It was snug, but roomy enough to hide her pistols, one holstered on either side of her rib cage. She also had on good high-caliber black magnum boots. Waterproof and steel-toed. Footwear was very important.
She had circled the block twice before going straight up to Hood's front porch. She wanted to get as good a view of it and the feel of the neighborhood before centering on in. She walked through no less than three distinct disturbances in the atmosphere. All of which were thick with fright and horror, but as that element of shock, fear and misunderstanding was absent, she assumed the crimes were more mundane than monster-mashings. One of which, however was fresh. Only hours ago.
She made no effort to hide herself when she approached the right tin can, though. Only raised a slender pink brow at the dogs. One of which came pawing up at her, and Rune knelt to say hello. She glanced at the man on the porch. He was drinking a beer and looking rather bored. "You Hood?" She called, occupying herself by scratching the dog behind its ears, but didn't push up to approach any further without invitation. She wasn't stupid after all.
So she felt prepared, at least regarding the backstory of this rougarou, and was fairly confident she could pick up its trail. Beginning with the last known location where the Atharim had hunted it. The hospital was obvious, but Rune hated going to hospitals almost as much as she hated going to cemeteries and churches.
She had the location for a safe house up on her gps, and used it to find Hood's trailer. She heard lots of cat-calls on the way, but generally ignored the comments and insults about her appearance. At the moment her hair and brows were still cotton candy pink and her eyes and lips were thick with pretty, flattering makeup giving her expression a fierce look. Her clothes pretty much never changed otherwise, only plus or minus their warmth. As it was still summery out, she had only a short jacket over her black tank top. It was snug, but roomy enough to hide her pistols, one holstered on either side of her rib cage. She also had on good high-caliber black magnum boots. Waterproof and steel-toed. Footwear was very important.
She had circled the block twice before going straight up to Hood's front porch. She wanted to get as good a view of it and the feel of the neighborhood before centering on in. She walked through no less than three distinct disturbances in the atmosphere. All of which were thick with fright and horror, but as that element of shock, fear and misunderstanding was absent, she assumed the crimes were more mundane than monster-mashings. One of which, however was fresh. Only hours ago.
She made no effort to hide herself when she approached the right tin can, though. Only raised a slender pink brow at the dogs. One of which came pawing up at her, and Rune knelt to say hello. She glanced at the man on the porch. He was drinking a beer and looking rather bored. "You Hood?" She called, occupying herself by scratching the dog behind its ears, but didn't push up to approach any further without invitation. She wasn't stupid after all.