You?!? ... (Rook)

[dargan]

O Z Z Y

In a world beyond controlling
Are you going to deny the savior
In front of your eyes
Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night[/size]

{OOC -- Sorry Rook, didn't know where else to make this thread.}

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The large feline looked wide-eyed at the building before him, the smile that normally traced his maw now faded in awe. This had been the moment he'd been waiting for, for what seemed like forever. He was fineally going to meet his mentor, finelly going to start his training to become an Angel. His fur prickled, every inch of it standing on end as he took a deep breath and pushed his way through the front doors. He stepped through cautiously.

Odd to see such a big guy being so daunted by a building, but he'd never really pictured himself actually making it here. His whiskers twitched slightly, and he stopped at the guard station, waiting in line for what seemed like hours. Of coarse it'd only been a minute, but to him, everything seemed to he happening in slow motion today. He held up the ID badge he'd been issued through mail, and was allowed to pass through to the main building.

A man met him inside, and pointed him to a small waiting area with a few other new apprentices chatting amongst themselves. He strayed to the side, watching them, choosing to wait silently.

Today was they day that they were all to meet their mentors, the person who would be taking them under their proverbial wing and teaching them everything they needed to know. Such a huge day, such a huge opportunity. Ozzy almost couldn't believe he'd passed the tests. Stubby tail wiggled behind him like an excited puppy. He leaned against the wall, hoping that no one had noticed.

'I hope I get someone cool!' He mused silently, realizing only then that he was sounding more and more like a kid on their first day of school.

[Rook]

For the first time in a long time- Regulus Rook was excited too. It had been a while since he'd felt...up to the task of his work. His missions had grown more and more dangerous over time, he'd been reckless as of late- dark welts bloomed on his arms and a healing gash cut over the hard line of his cheek, he was tired, but his expectation kept him bright, bright as the first day he'd walked into this lobby himself, overwhelmed by the magnitiude of the program he'd signed his life over to in a quick coarse action.

He felt like a young pup, anxious to see the one he'd be taking under his wing. He had had a total of three apprentices before, and two out of three had grown up into great Powers. Rook was one of the oldest, most experienced Arc Angels left, and he felt he would work this apprentice harder than any others, to turn them into something fully formidable.

The...the break up had left him feeling broken, useless and unwanted but he was confident having a new pupil would reassure him at least of his job. Despite what might go on in his failure of a personal life, he'd always find dignity and comfort in his job.

He sat in the office on the other side. Usually the First Meet was accompanied by the Apprentice Inspector, but since Rook carried that title he was alone. The kid could be anybody- but he was confident that the Seraphim would've chosen a tough promising youngster for him to train to be an Arc Angel.

Irony.

[Raron]

Three days. Three days. That was seventy two hours, that is four thousand, three hundred, and twenty minutes, that is two hundred and fifty nine thousand two hundred seconds. All that time and forced to not only be banished from the armory... but off the "reservation". All this long banishment just because one of those no nothing, worthless and above all overpaid shrinks had decided that Dimitri had been spending two much time surrounded by guns, chemicals, and like minded people. So what if he only left the armory if he had to. So what if he would rather spend three days straight working on a new gun design then interacting with others. So what if he had accidently set the shrink on fire... he had entered unannounced into a live fire test. He should have known better. He does now. The burns had been only mild. The doctors said the scars would fade in just a few years. It was no reason for anyone to get excited about anything. He thought on this as re-entered the main lobby for the first time in three days. The hotel he had stayed at had been boring, there had been absolutely nothing interesting to watch... the place didn't even get the weather channel... the hot tub had been nice to spend lounging naked in but that was the only nice part of the "vacation".
His staff had been real understanding. The late night phone calls to the armory had given him the strength to get through the torment of being away that long. They had been kind enough to hold the phone out so he could talk to his ladies. Oh how he had missed them. From the large impressive Olga... oh how he had missed her, a type three "Rolling Thunder" a belt fed fully automatic shotgun... he knew she was probably falling to pieces without him... to the petite Betty. Her tiny barrel capable of firing thirty explosive tipped bullets of second looked so sad and depressed in his mind's eye. He missed them all but no he was on his way back. Nothing would keep them apart now. If the shrink returned... next time... he would aim a little to the left. No shrink no problem. He nodded happily he had a plan when he stopped in his tracks and gazed around himself. There was a lot of excitement. Alot of young and new faces. He could smell unfamiliar weapons... it all clicked together with surprising speed. Either he had been flung a few years to the future... which seemed unlikely... or this was the day the new recruits came in. The Moray eel/spider monkey hybrid grinned, his lips peeling back to reveal needle sharp curved teeth, his gloved hand feet did a little dance upon the ground. New faces meant new people to arm, to teach, to intorduce them to one of the fine ladies that was waiting for them in the armory. Sitting cozy and sexy in her box or on her rack. He just knew he would find the right lady for each of those here. He practically tingled with excitement. He decided to savor this. Reaching a couch in the lobby he sat down and watched with interest as each newbie entered. He watched them look around nervously, looking at the omnious faces within the lobby. He started mentally cataloging the reach, hand size, and stance of each new face. He was determined by this time next week that each new member would be armed for whatever came next.