Post by Conall Saint Albans on Aug 13, 2017 0:08:58 GMT -5
It was a full moon
You got up in my face,
You ain't from around here, boy, are you?
You’re digging your own grave
You don't know the pistols I've got sweetheart
You don't know how many cowboys
I've shot, I've shot
______________________________Kesha – Bullet With Your Name On It
You got up in my face,
You ain't from around here, boy, are you?
You’re digging your own grave
You don't know the pistols I've got sweetheart
You don't know how many cowboys
I've shot, I've shot
______________________________Kesha – Bullet With Your Name On It
Company Headquarters
New York City, New York
New York City, New York
It had been a while since he’d last stepped foot into Company headquarters. The last time he’d been there was several years ago with Janet before she went all but completely incommunicado. He’d taken her sudden disappearance pretty hard at the time, but figured that she was working undercover somewhere and didn’t want to drag him into it. Hopefully their lives would cross again someday.
While his chosen career of being a bespoke tailor did pay relatively well, he found it somewhat lacking in the adventure department. Dealing with rich businessmen and teenagers wanting hand-tailored outfits for prom was a little taxing. He always looked forward to going home at the end of the day, even if that home happened to be the Central Park Zoo every so often just so he could run around the exhibits as one of his chosen animals. Most of the time he was content to return back to his apartment, crack open a bottle of beer, and spend the night relaxing.
Now, though? That was getting pretty fuckin’ boring.
From his interactions with Felicia leading up to Ryan and Adele’s wedding, he’d learned that her wife--Helena--was the new director of the Company. He’d had a brief tenure with the Watchers P.I., a detective agency run by godsends, and he figured that had to count for something. Because he’d been dating a Company agent for a year, he figured he had a pretty good grasp of what it was the the Company would require of him.
He’d heard through the grapevine (probably through the chatroom he frequented) that there were a handful of civilian agents who were looking for new partners. So he figured that he’d offer his services. Why not? It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Most of his tailoring jobs were by appointment only; he didn’t have any set business hours. That was why he kept his cell phone on him at all times. He never knew when some big executive was going to split his pants and needed an emergency stitch up. Conall could get to his storefront within minutes, considering that he didn’t need to deal with traffic. He could just turn into a golden eagle and fly there. That being said, he hadn’t quite figured out the whole “morphing clothes” thing that Lilka--one of Khalidah’s immortal sisters--was able to do so effortlessly. Maybe he was restricted in that he could only change forms into the beasts that were tattooed on his skin.
For his interview, he’d chosen a dapper looking grey suit with a white button up blouse underneath. He had no shortage of suits to wear, thanks to his given profession. As much as he would have enjoyed wearing it, the pink tuxedo he’d made and embroidered specifically for Ryan and Adele’s wedding wasn’t exactly interview material. He needed to command a more professional demeanor.
After giving his name at the front desk, he was given a visitor’s badge, and was escorted to the set of elevators that would take him up to the level which housed Helena Rahal’s office. He waited for the elevator and stepped aside as its doors opened, allowing the passengers inside an unencumbered way out. Standing at roughly 6’5” out of his alligator leather shoes, he easily towered over most Americans.
When the last person had stepped off the lift, he entered and punched the button for the correct floor, rocking back and forth on his heels as the elevator began its upward climb. It came to stop on the fifth floor. Getting off the lift, he walked up to the wall in front of it which displayed a list of names and their associated office numbers. Helena’s office was located just off to his left. He walked up to it and knocked, waiting for her response. Conall heard Helena tell him through the thick oak door to come in.
So enter he did.
Her office looked more like a library, with bookshelves almost as tall as he was lining every wall, filled to bursting with books of various ages. He was momentarily overwhelmed by the site but collected himself and took a seat in one of the plush chairs across the desk from Helena.
“Nice t’ see y’again, Director,” he smiled. The last time he’d seen either of the Rahals was at the D’Alteau wedding a year ago. “I heard some of y’ civvies were lookin’ f’ new partners. I’d love to offer the Company m’ services as a shapeshifter if they’re needed. I’m a dead useful spy.”
While his chosen career of being a bespoke tailor did pay relatively well, he found it somewhat lacking in the adventure department. Dealing with rich businessmen and teenagers wanting hand-tailored outfits for prom was a little taxing. He always looked forward to going home at the end of the day, even if that home happened to be the Central Park Zoo every so often just so he could run around the exhibits as one of his chosen animals. Most of the time he was content to return back to his apartment, crack open a bottle of beer, and spend the night relaxing.
Now, though? That was getting pretty fuckin’ boring.
From his interactions with Felicia leading up to Ryan and Adele’s wedding, he’d learned that her wife--Helena--was the new director of the Company. He’d had a brief tenure with the Watchers P.I., a detective agency run by godsends, and he figured that had to count for something. Because he’d been dating a Company agent for a year, he figured he had a pretty good grasp of what it was the the Company would require of him.
He’d heard through the grapevine (probably through the chatroom he frequented) that there were a handful of civilian agents who were looking for new partners. So he figured that he’d offer his services. Why not? It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Most of his tailoring jobs were by appointment only; he didn’t have any set business hours. That was why he kept his cell phone on him at all times. He never knew when some big executive was going to split his pants and needed an emergency stitch up. Conall could get to his storefront within minutes, considering that he didn’t need to deal with traffic. He could just turn into a golden eagle and fly there. That being said, he hadn’t quite figured out the whole “morphing clothes” thing that Lilka--one of Khalidah’s immortal sisters--was able to do so effortlessly. Maybe he was restricted in that he could only change forms into the beasts that were tattooed on his skin.
For his interview, he’d chosen a dapper looking grey suit with a white button up blouse underneath. He had no shortage of suits to wear, thanks to his given profession. As much as he would have enjoyed wearing it, the pink tuxedo he’d made and embroidered specifically for Ryan and Adele’s wedding wasn’t exactly interview material. He needed to command a more professional demeanor.
After giving his name at the front desk, he was given a visitor’s badge, and was escorted to the set of elevators that would take him up to the level which housed Helena Rahal’s office. He waited for the elevator and stepped aside as its doors opened, allowing the passengers inside an unencumbered way out. Standing at roughly 6’5” out of his alligator leather shoes, he easily towered over most Americans.
When the last person had stepped off the lift, he entered and punched the button for the correct floor, rocking back and forth on his heels as the elevator began its upward climb. It came to stop on the fifth floor. Getting off the lift, he walked up to the wall in front of it which displayed a list of names and their associated office numbers. Helena’s office was located just off to his left. He walked up to it and knocked, waiting for her response. Conall heard Helena tell him through the thick oak door to come in.
So enter he did.
Her office looked more like a library, with bookshelves almost as tall as he was lining every wall, filled to bursting with books of various ages. He was momentarily overwhelmed by the site but collected himself and took a seat in one of the plush chairs across the desk from Helena.
“Nice t’ see y’again, Director,” he smiled. The last time he’d seen either of the Rahals was at the D’Alteau wedding a year ago. “I heard some of y’ civvies were lookin’ f’ new partners. I’d love to offer the Company m’ services as a shapeshifter if they’re needed. I’m a dead useful spy.”
