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Fantasy Demon Hunting: The Seven Seals (Closed)

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 room was decent sized, but quaint, all the necessities to stay there comfortably. She set her duffle on the bed and began to unpack her belongings into the dresser.
 
The rest of the day passed with nary a peep from anyone else in the facility. Finally, on an automatic timer, the building locked itself down for the night, signaling lights out for all recruits to retire for rest.
All one of them.

In Meeea's room, dimly lit by the moonlight peering in through the window, she would be disturbed from attempted rest by muffled voices from the floor above her.
One of them would be recognized as Az, the other masculine and cockney.
The two argued over something that happened earlier in the day. Quite possibly related to the chaos overheard on that phonecall.

Once they were done, the departing footsteps sounded almost like horsefeet clopping above her.
Just what had she gotten into here . . .?
 
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 recognized Az's voice, but couldn't make out any distinct words. The second was even harder to understand as it seemed to be layered under an accent. Finally their conversation subsided, seemingly ending with what sounded like a horse walking on the floor above her.
"What the hell..." she murmured, though exhaustion soon took over and she didn't think too much of it for longer. She fell asleep quickly, anxious for the next day's events.
 
The morning began with a surge of activity outside her quarters.
Footsteps by the dozen as Commission personnel flooded the building to begin the daily functions.

A knock came to her door.
"Hey newbie, up and at em. Just heard that we get an hour for breakfast before they give us the rundown." Came a voice accented like a New Yorker.
 
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, she got up and opened it, ready to greet whoever it was.
 
A young man with black hair cut short looked at her. His eyes were blue with silver streaks.
"Oh . . ." He stepped back, surprised by her appearance. "Uh . . . Hi. Jack Beaux." He waved lazily. "Just checked if you were up. I heard they don't tolerate late sleepers." He sniffed the air passionately.
"Ok just wanted to check. Haven't eaten since yesterday, see ya." He concluded, darting off with hunger-driven purpose.

What was an empty building yesterday was now flooded with workers carrying papers, and what looked to be Hunters prepping for assignments.
 
"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 group of workers that seemed deep in conversation on her side of the hall. The place was the total opposite of how she had seen it yesterday.
"I haven't had orientation yet and only got about a half hour with Az yesterday. I'm not sure how all of this is supposed to work."
 
"Get in line." Jack answered dodging employee after employee.
"I just got here 3 hours ago. They showed up in my office in Queens.
Some big British guy in sunglasses and bigger hair." He explained, slowing down as he slipped around a pair of armed Hunters. A twinge of nervousness about him as he moved.
Once they passed, he was back to navigating the building by the scent of food he craved to an animalistic degree.
They finally reached the fork where there was little activity.
"All I know is-" he sniffed again. "These guys don't care what you are so long as you aren't allied with any of the big guys." He tracked by his nose further in the facility, taking the stairs instead of the elevator.
"I used to be a . . . I guess you could call it a detective. What about 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 hunters," Meera explained a little breathessly. "Now that I'm here, I guess I'm not really sure what I am anymore. An employee?"
 
He stopped when she mentioned hunters.

"Wait . . . You said your name was Gray?" He asked, turning around to face her. "As in the family that's been in the Hunting business since the 1600's?"
There seemed to be a newfound anxiousness in his voice.
 
"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 alright?" She asked.
 
"Oh yeah . . ." He smiled, continuing his route with a slower pace. "Just . . . Heard a lot about you guys. Especially some of your relatives' work in Romania and the Carpathian mountains." He explained.
"If the Commission got a Gray . . . They must REALLY want something dead. All I'm sayin'." He chuckled, a bit awkwardly.

They reached the levels that were underground now before he adjusted his course for a door to the right of the seemingly neverending staircase.
"They got bacon." He pracically salivated.

It was impressive how he could identify such a specific smell when Meera couldn't smell a single thing aside from maybe the faintest hint of floor cleaner.
 
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 something?" She joked, though had a hint of seriousness to her. "I mean, I am picking up PineSol and you're getting bacon? That's some nose you've got there..."
 
Jack glanced at her with a bit of suspicion implied in his body language , unsure as to whether or not she was joking probably.
"I . . . Grew up around livestock. You learn how to notice things like that." He said before going through the door.
The second it opened, in those brief moments before shutting, Meera would hear a wave of overlapping voices, indicating a dining hall of Commission members.
 
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 Commission. She felt as though her family name may have gotten her this far, but she would have to live up to their expectations here on her own.
She followed what seemed like a line for food and grabbed a plate, filling it with eggs, fresh fruit, and some hashbrowns. She looked around the hall for a free seat, not really sure how the other Commission members would welcome her. After a moment of searching, Meera was able to spot an empty table toward the back of the hall and went to sit there.
 
Once she sat down, she'd overhear Jack gorging himself on a stack of bacon unhealthy a size for human consumption. He didn't even chew hardly, just chomping down on it until it went down his throat.

She'd see another mam towering over the others. With the black shirt tightly fit over his muscle-ridden form, and the sunglasses, he looked like Johnny Bravo if he had a mane of silky, ebony hair.

Most everyone eating looked to be mere office workers. Only a few dozen appeared to be hunters, and a select few of those were covered in dirt and scattered leaves. They had small portions laid out on napkins.
Seems they were resupplying here before going back out.

A table in the corner housed a group of Commissioners with arms in slings or bandages around their heads.
 
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 much by taking on this venture and would most likely never see her family again... she had to make it worth it.
After cleaning her plate, Meera stood up and walked back over to the buffet line, handing her empty dish to one of the kitchen workers there.
 
Most everyone else ate with little chatter between them, only the clatter of silverware and the clap of metal trays made up the majority of sounds in the cafeteria.
These members knew they had little time to eat so did so with priority.
Except for the large fellow, who had some fits of boisterous laughter among a table of other hunters (who did not share his mood).
The worker took the tray, and placed it in a crowded sink before puffing on her cigarette.
 

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