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Meera watched the room as she ate, curious to her new environment and wanting to observe those she would be spending most of her time with now. She wondered what sort of orientation or training she would receive. She also worried that she would meet everyone's expectations. She had risked so...

Meera shrugged off his answer, not pressing the comment further. She followed after him through the door for breakfast. When they entered the dining hall, her eyes widened for a moment. Meera was admittedly a little intimidated to be here now that she could see who else was a part of the...

Meera was surprised he knew so much about her family history. Though, she supposed she shouldn't be. Her grandfather was kind of right afterall, as their history was mostly Hunter history. She'd had no idea they were even close to the breakfast hall before he announced it. "Are you part hound or...

"Yeah, and they'll be the first ones to let you know it too," Meera replied with a small laugh. "My grandfather used to say we were the original hunters. Claimed we invented the damn business." She stopped smiling when she noticed his change in demeanor, a bit more serious now. "Are you...

Meera kept up with Jack, on his heels through the maze of workers. Damn, he was determined. It reminded her of a hound chasing a fox. The fox potentially being their breakfast hall, so she followed in hopes of her first meal since yesterday. "I worked for my family. We're... well... they're...

"Meera Gray," she answered Jack when he introduced himself. Just as quickly as she had met him, he seemed to be leaving. "Wait!" She called, jogging after him to catch up. "I actually just got here yesterday... still learning my way around. Where's breakfast?" She asked, narrowly avoiding a...

Meera had been up for some time, spending the early hours with her morning routine as well as a little exercise within her room. She was dressed similarly to the day before, though left her sunglasses on her dresser and pulled her blonde locks into a ponytail instead. At the knock on her door...

Meera lay in bed after lights out, tossing and turning to the voices above her. Being a hunter, she was a ridiculously light sleeper, always prepared to wake to any foreign sound or shift in the area around her for safety. She huffed as the argument continued, rubbing her tired eyes. She...

Meera found the empty room, assuming it to be hers. "Shit, my bag," she murmured halfway through the doorway, winding back through the halls to the front door so that she could grab her duffle from her car. Less than five minutes later, she wandered back in with the bag over her shoulder. The...

Meera looked along the walls in awe, eyes dancing over every display. As soon as the room forked, the instinctively passed up the hallway toward the living quarters for the other. She stood there in silence for a short while, looking over all the active agents studiously. She left turned around...

Meera nodded, starting out of the room. "I understand -- business first," she commented when Az apologized. She looked down the hallway, wondering what other sorts of rooms this facility housed that would be deemed 'unauthorized'. "I'll keep to myself while you take care of things. Let me know...

Meera nodded and watched Az curiously as she completed her phone call. "I have a duffle bag in my car, but left most of my personal belongings and supplies back home. I didn't expect the meeting to go quite like this..." she admitted, eyes lingering on Az's cane and leg for a half second before...

Of course, so soon. Meera exhaled, arms folded across her chest as she studied the painting, thinking through the pros and cons while she had such little time to decide for what may be the biggest decision of her life. Who she would be working for, what she would be committing to... hell, who...

"Dead," Meera parroted, standing up with a roll of her eyes. "That's quite a high price... you're asking me to leave my entire life behind. My family, my friends," she continued, pacing near the wall of particularly extravagant paintings and angellic trinkets. Not that she had many friends or a...

The Exodus Commission. Meera's expression became strained at those words. She would be all but disowned for even accepting the invitation to meet here, if her family ever found out about it. Apart from their namesake, the Gray family only saw the world in black and white -- the hunters and the...

"And who exactly is this us, if you don't mind me asking?" Meera said, not unkindly. "I don't mean to prematurely ruin your anonymity, but I would like to hear more about what this place is and your intentions. You're not exactly" she gestured around to the elaborate room decor "my normal...

Meera entered the room, immediately drawn to the paintings and sculptures. She thought she recognized some of them, potentially Raphael or Guido Reni depictions of Michael or Gabriel, but they seemed more detailed and in much better condition than just any old world fresco painting. "Not a...

Well that was purposefully vague. Though Meera didn't spend too much time on the thought -- she had come all this way on the little information she had, it was not going to stop her at the door now. She followed the man's instruction, though did find her curiosity pulling her eyes in every...

(( sorry. It didnt notify me you replied :( )) Meera nodded toward the man, thanking him for the water. She approached the gate as she unscrewed the top and took a drink, giving him a once over. Plainly, albeit nicely dressed, but no corporate logo or identifying markers. "I don't suppose you...

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