08-05-2013, 08:29 PM
The tour was nothing special, but the house was all sorts of unique. Aria especially liked the bomb made from the walls. It was a perfect cover if things went bad. When they dropped into the lower tin can Aria felt even more like a tuna in water than before. The image of a baby tuna nestled in a tin can with one of those rollback pins nestled up to the baby's neck. The Vatican archives were full of hunteresque things, and then things that were not. Cartoons were one of Aria's favorite things to steal a peek at when she was little. Even now and then as she grew older.
Rune acted sucpisoulsy, she was carrying weapons meant to do harm to the monsters they hunted. Surely she didn't think their host was one of them. He was normal by all accounts that she could tell. But he also hadn't killed anyone recently. Death was one thing that stuck to a person, it never completely faded but for Mr. White nothing was recent enough to suspect. There were all sorts in the society, maybe Rune had some other ability she was unaware of. But it didn't matter, Aria didn't have her guns, nor her swords with her. She hadn't even bothered to pick up her pocket knife before heading in the hole with these two. Maybe that was poor thinking on her part, but really you had to trust someone, sometime, and Aria chose now to do so. Naive maybe, but it was her choice.
Aria watched to see what unfolded as Rune flung the special stake at Mr. White. There was no good outcome for this. If he was any one of them, they'd have to kill it in the confines of their tuna can. If he wasn't, then another fight would ensue. Aria wished she had her guns. If all was well Aria was ready to step between them, they had a job to do. If he was a monster Aria prepared for the hand to hand fight. He was stronger, much stronger and Aria prayed that he was going to be forgiving of Rune's action. Only moments would pass and the decisions had to be made.
Rune acted sucpisoulsy, she was carrying weapons meant to do harm to the monsters they hunted. Surely she didn't think their host was one of them. He was normal by all accounts that she could tell. But he also hadn't killed anyone recently. Death was one thing that stuck to a person, it never completely faded but for Mr. White nothing was recent enough to suspect. There were all sorts in the society, maybe Rune had some other ability she was unaware of. But it didn't matter, Aria didn't have her guns, nor her swords with her. She hadn't even bothered to pick up her pocket knife before heading in the hole with these two. Maybe that was poor thinking on her part, but really you had to trust someone, sometime, and Aria chose now to do so. Naive maybe, but it was her choice.
Aria watched to see what unfolded as Rune flung the special stake at Mr. White. There was no good outcome for this. If he was any one of them, they'd have to kill it in the confines of their tuna can. If he wasn't, then another fight would ensue. Aria wished she had her guns. If all was well Aria was ready to step between them, they had a job to do. If he was a monster Aria prepared for the hand to hand fight. He was stronger, much stronger and Aria prayed that he was going to be forgiving of Rune's action. Only moments would pass and the decisions had to be made.