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In a world you thought you knew, secrets remained hidden in the shrouds of time and destiny. In the age of the internet and television, the characters of your childhood fairy tales, your favorite movies, or even your wildest desires are all reality. Humanity has found itself no longer alone. The monsters are out of the closet. Magic is real. Society has found itself divided into those who have accepted the 'others', and those who wish to send these creatures into a fiery grave.

Here you'll find a church that promises lasting life by embracing the eternal curse of the vampire. There are groups of humans who have risen up to create hate groups to destroy the supernatural. An eternal struggle between angels and demons amidst it all, threatening destruction of the entire world in the cross-fire. All the while, most of society works, lives, breathes, right along side monsters and beautiful creatures from their dreams. Who are you among them?

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Posted on: Jun 28 2018, 07:57 AM



The whole campus grounds of the University of Washington were quite a sight. Green spaces between the buildings were filled with the busy crowd of students and teachers, bustling about their business or relaxing on the grass and benches. Bran passed through the crowd with a hint of a smile on his face - he always enjoyed the company of humans with their energy and their conviction about their own importance. Seen from the perspective of an immortal creature, he found their endeavours rather amusing and heart-warming.

As in every tale, there is the darkness and shadows to temporarily cloud the sun of human life. And that was where he stepped in - not that Bran was particularly inclined to go out of his way to become the saviour of the Children of Adam - but he had little choice. At least for a few more years. It was a foolish mistake that put him in the situation - the Sidhe took a shine on a beautiful but clever witch, who tricked him into an oath. Still, she didn't get exactly what she wanted, for Fey are masters of giving the words double meanings and so instead of becoming a tool of vengeance for the jaded mage, he joined the FBI to bring justice to both supernaturals and humans alike. That was the path that brought him to the campus on that cloudy day. There was a crime that needed solving, a vicious series of murders that looked just like a work of a rabid were-canine of some sort. But some things on the crime scenes Bran seemed out of place, suggesting the truth might be more complex. And since he couldn't get a warrant based solely on the information he gathered by magical means, he took a trip here.

He needed to consult a specialist - that was apparently what people do when lacking substantial knowledge. It wasn't entirely in line with how Bran would go about solving this case if he was given full freedom, but an oath is an oath and now he had to comply with the rules of the bureau.
Jumping two steps at the time, Sidhe headed to the big wooden door of one of the classrooms where a lecture should be finishing any minute.

Apparently, one of the professors had the knowledge he would need - an expert on animal behaviour and a were-hyena herself. Hoping he can get on with the business rather quickly as it was almost lunchtime, Sidhe waited for the stream of exiting students to dry out, before sliding in. He moved with the grace typical for his kin - each move looked almost as if he was about to start a beautiful dance.

Clad in glamour, his blue eyes scanned the room to locate the lecturer's desk. There was a small crowd of three people gathered there, apparently asking about some interesting animal facts. Repressing the urge to roll his eyes at the notion - as if people understood animals at all, the agent approached the gathering. He didn't really bother to take a better look at the people, reasoning that once done talking, the students will leave and he will be left with the professor saving himself the trouble of guessing which one is her. Waiting for them to finish the conversation, Bran turned his attention to the desk and its contents. Not like it mattered, but he had to do something to pass the time. When some illustration caught his attention the man reached with his slender digits to turn it so that it would face him, and sild it closer across the wooden surface. The other hand rested comfortably in his pocket as he leaned slightly to take a better look at the notes.

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Her students were intriguing if nothing else. A simple question after class had turned into a full-blown conversation on the behaviors of killer whales and other group hunters. She was more than happy to entertain them, to drive them toward their goals in marine biology and animal husbandry and zoological research... But today had already been long and grueling. Yana couldn't bring herself to put out the flame of curiosity, though, so she simply kept sharing her knowledge and watching the enthusiasm on their faces.

There comes a time when every creature learns the tell-tale underlying scent of other races. The Oba was no different. Within the school, there were those of every race so it wasn't odd for her to come across the scent of fae... This one, however, was sidhe. Deep, chocolate eyes found stunning blue wrapped up in some fancy trench coat and a scarf. It looked like he'd be polite enough for her to exit the conversation. Wasn't that a surprise? She'd never met a sidhe who wasn't constantly up on their high horse and acting like royalty, demanding that everyone pay extra special attention to their needs.

Rather than wait for him to grow impatient and start acting like an ass, Yana smiled at her students. "Alright, ladies. I've got some work to tend to, but I'd be more than happy to continue this conversation after class tomorrow." They nodded and said their goodbyes. Yana turned to glare at the fae man and watched him look through her things. There was nothing personal there, just some research notes on the differences between were behavior and natural animal behavior along with some interesting anatomical studies of weres found dead in their wild forms compared to their natural brethren. It was a paper she was working on. Rather than interrupt his curiosity, the Syrian beauty simply rounded the desk and started gathering her other things.

"Mind telling me why you've barged into my classroom without an invitation?" Her tone was one of calculated curiosity. She wasn't going to give anything away until he explained his intrusion.

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Posted on: Jul 3 2018, 06:40 AM

His ice blue eyes were pinned to the illustrations on the page. Bran was always fascinated at the anatomical graphs - there was some art in showing guts in such a way that it looked like art. It was the picture that would probably appeal more to Fey from Autumn and Winter courts, but still, it was enough to keep his attention for the time being. Looking from one cadaver to another, he searched for the differences. Just as the game started to get interesting, his noticed with the corner of his eye slender hands that started to shuffle through the other items scattered through the desk. The woman - that smokey voice was alluringly feminine - apparently wasn't very much amused by the way he decided to go about making his entrance. Her tone was matter-of-factly but Bran guessed there is a thin underline of irking hiding behind the words. To test that hypothesis, he didn't raise his gaze from the papers. Instead, he tilted his head to the side as if taking in another detail.

"Oh, the crowd leaving the room must've given me the wrong impression that the class was already dismissed. My apologies if I was mistaken."

If he was sorry for interrupting her, he sure didn't sound like it. Without taking his hand from her paper, he finally took a look at the woman, with one of his shapely brows arched as if tempted to mock her a little. Given the fact he wasn't best pleased to have to consult anyone, Bran was prone to mischief. And yet, when his icy eyes took in the view, he couldn't help but smile.
The woman standing in front of him was surely beautiful - with dark, lush hair and wonderful skin in the shade of mocha. Although her full lips were far from smiling now, he imagined that it must be surely a sight that puts sunrise to shame.

"Professor Algafari I presume? Well, if your skills are half as stunning as your features are then surely we are saved. Bran Drudwy, FBI. Bureau sent me in hopes your knowledge can be beneficial to our investigation."

Without taking away his gaze from her face for a moment, his hand that rested inside his pocket so far travelled to the inside of his trench, providing the badge that he would hold up for her to examine if she wished so.

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Posted on: Jul 3 2018, 09:41 AM

She stifled a growl as he ignored her for a moment in favor of continuing to snoop in her things. The way that he spoke made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Disrespect was not something that sat well with the Oba, and it would be evident in her tight expression when he looked up from the papers. "You weren't mistaken, I just happen to not take kindly to strangers thinking it's alright to simply barge into my classroom and begin snooping through my research. Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less from your kind." She quickly reached out and snatched the anatomical drawings from beneath his hand before neatly sliding them into her case with the rest of it.

She'd been working for years to unlock the true difference between a were's behavior and that of a natural animal. To unlock the secrets of lycanthropy... Yana knew what her other half was. She knew the savagery in her blood intimately, but to truly discover the physical and psychological discrepancies would open so many possibilities when it came to helping those with less control to truly harness their other half, to tame the beast within. Such research would do much more harm than good if it made its way into the wrong hands...

The smile on his face and the way that he complimented her appearance were simply normal greetings among the fae, she knew, but she wouldn't stoop to such base speech. "Well, if your investigative skills are as horrid as your attempts at flattery, you really should've chosen a different line of work." She zipped the leather case and shifted her attention to him. Lean, slender, remarkably beautiful and flawless... Sidhe were such narcissistic creatures.

She took the badge so readily offered and looked it over. Yep, definitely the real thing. Yana handed it back before putting her hand on her hip. "You've got five minutes to explain what your people want with me before I have you physically removed from the premises." She wasn't lying, either. If security wasn't able to remove him, she'd do it herself. The Oba didn't have time for trumped-up pretty boys and the government. She simply wasn't interested in whatever proposal they had for her, though she would be polite enough to give him a few minutes to capture her curiosity.

Bran Drudwy

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Who would have thought that his hypothesis will be proven so quickly? There was definitely a whole lot of anger underneath that words. And now, she didn't even try to hide the hostility.
To tell the truth, Bran was seriously tempted to push on it, make her throw him away and go on with the investigation the way he pleases. And yet there was that oath he made. And the perspective of working along with such a stunning sight - even if so very rude - was not a bad prospect. Still, his brow shot up in a perfect arch as she spoke up. Your kind. Did she mean the feds? Or Sidhe? It wasn't easy to say, but nonetheless, the words felt like a stingy slap across his face. And yet Bran spent enough time with those of his kind to know when to hide such emotions - court games were complex social dances amongst the Fey.

If not genuinely shocked, his face bore an expression of well-contrived bafflement. He kept it on his features without interrupting her short burst of words and spoke up only as she handed him over the badge.

"I'm afraid you are giving me meaning I never intended. My people are the ones who strive to bring justice to both supernaturals and mortals alike, but I understand not everyone sees the work of the Bureau the same way. "

There was a short pause as Agent put his badge back into his pocket, letting his words sink in. He didn't hide the fact that her crude words were heard and definitely not ignored, but Sidhe decided to act as if the case was more important than his own ego. It wasn't exactly the case, but Fey were masters of deceit and coming to their desired destination with meandering paths. A soft sigh, like the murmur of the breeze against the leaves, escaped his lips as he drummed his slender fingers against the wood of her desk before declaring, his face solemn:

"There are three people murdered, presumably by a were-creature. There are some circumstances that might suggest it is only staged to look so, and my people decided that although you are not on the list of consultants it will be best to at least try and ask the best researcher we can reach. Time is of the essence, hence my unexpected barge in. I imagine such a scholarly mind can easily imagine what will happen as soon as the news of this case goes out to the public. But it is a free country and I have no choice but to respect the fact you don't want to waste your time on such matters."

A well-calculated shrug was presented and Sidheput his hands in his pockets. He shot her a rather sour smile before his eyes visibly darted to the paper she snatched away from him.

"Nevertheless, I do hope that what I already learned will be a sufficient clue for the other specialist that will take on the case. Anyway, my apologies for the intrusion. And I hope the rest of your day is as beautiful as strong your temperament is, professor Algafari."

It wasn't really a fair game he was playing now, but someone so rude (and so pretty at the same time) didn't really deserve to be treated fair. With a short but elegant bow of his head, Sidhe was ready to spin on his heels and start towards the exit.

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