Espionage Revival - Evelyn

[Lucas James Storm]

The atrocious smell of the sewers conquered the underground world, it was horribly disgusting; surely to humans it was. While to Lucas, he could simply get over with it and do his business without any essential bustles. Lucas was acclimated to this kind of scent, ever since he had been infected with this permanent disease that apparently was caused by the wound on his left shoulder. Yet he never recognized these uncommon powers as a blessing or either a curse, sometimes it had assisted him greatly in his deeds. Yet sometimes it would be a bigger destitution.

However, it was mostly an advantage as it would help him in dealing with vampires, it was a mission he ought to do the moment his sister had disappeared behind the door and never returned. However, he was not really on a targeted task this night, he was only wandering through the sewers; even though less oxygen could be breathed. It was pointless really, for any being to search in a stinky liquid dump.

Lucas fixed his eyes at the lined plating below him, allowing passage through the long tunnel that would depart into a series of ones. As he kept his head descended at a level, where it wouldn't crash into the ceiling as it would since he had dropped off the ground to this underworld. The compound was surely either the direc it was tion he's covering, or the opposite one opposed to his back. He couldn't care much, he was not seeking the lycan compound anyway. His luck would claim successful if he ever meets with the sanctuary, a foreign scent draw his attention; furrowing both eyes he planted his palm over the pistol that was set next to his waist.

The entity of this scent held a mystery, either a blood sucker, an armed human or just a fellow lycan. Regardless, he was certain that dealing with this being wouldn't be a problem. The tunnel lead forward and a second passage to the right. Apparently the creature was drawing in distance from the right one, fast. Sweet droplets began trickling down his brows, a giant shadow was formed; this thing was only a mere inches away from his sight. As his heart began beating with frustration, a dwarf rat popped out in his way; shortly after to reach for the darkness ahead.

Lucas dropped into a lazy, drunk-like stance; exhaling the air he would have stored for the moment an 'enemy' would appear. He could have claimed that rat useful as a meal, unfortunately the game had escaped him; that mouse was lucky as hell. Continuing on his path, the darkness was creating for him illusions; which had mostly irritated him as he had no choice but to spend the battery of his torch on to clear the way out. The light was weak, which indicated that the battery was about to close to an end soon.

Only a few minutes, the light began switching rapidly; weakening everytime it had been on. Until the path was dim as usual, he hit his palm to the base of the torch several times, his vain struggle to switch it forced him to hurl the useless device a dozen of miles away.

Great.. I am all alone in this river of shit and pee and there's no creature down here, except for the rats of course... I wonder how am I going to get out.. He thought.

[Evelyn van Buren]

Evelyn was not one to enjoy taking walks in the sewers below New York City. She doubted anyone was, unless they were soft in the head or, like her, planning things they should have probably not been planning.

You found recruits in the strangest places. And the sewers were hardly unusual for spotting the occasional lone Lycan. Driven into hiding by the sheer mass of humans above ground, the Lycans had no other place to go except down under.

In a way, Evelyn thought as she walked, it was ironic that it wasn't the bats living down here but the wolves. Normally you associated vampires with filthy places like sewers. Not New York's vampires, no. They loitered in the countryside and in the shadowy corners of the city. Frigid little leeches that they were, she expected that from them.

Of course, the sewers themselves weren't home to Evelyn's pack. And it was through the compound's underground exit that Evelyn had started her search. The search for an aide.

She'd made her way through the heavily padlocked door and out into the near-pitch-darkness of the sewers, a blazing flashlight in one hand. She made her way south toward a less frequented section of the sewers, occasionally passing pairs of Lycans heading the other way, all going home after various random human jobs. Of course, they didn't all have to use the sewers - it was just more convenient for some of them.

There was a platform built along the side of the sewer tunnel, above the water level. Evelyn strode briskly along it, her thigh-high leather boots echoing in a loud clang with every step. She didn't particularly care - it was a good way to alert anyone that she was heading toward them so they had time to get out of her way.

The only things down here were Lycans, none of whom would be a problem. Even the lone wolves were generally not eager to attack. It was all the power of a pack against one.

The Lycans she passed were all sworn to her own pack. Some inclined their heads just slightly as the tall brunette passed, but Evelyn didn't need her own Lycans for her underhanded purposes.

She needed unknown faces and blank slates.

She tugged her leather jacket tightly around her. The air was chilly down here, and even with her warm blood, she shivered. Humans must have a great time stumbling through here, she thought wryly. No wonder we've been safe so long.

She turned down a new wing of tunnels, eventually leaving behind the familiar scents of her fellow Lycans. This part had only the overwhelming stench of the sewers, and she clamped her free hand to her mouth as she walked. There was absolutely nobody down here, she could tell already.

And then she caught the scent she'd been seeking. Her steps jerked to a sharp stop. Her head lifted just slightly and she inhaled, deep and slow, filtering out grungy environmental scents to find the Lycan's more distinctive one.

She hadn't smelled this before. Male and young. He was currently human, she could tell that much. All alone, an outsider to the pack.

She smirked in the dark.

Her steps went slower now, more cautious and with a certain effort to minimize noise. She'd much rather catch him unawares, she decided, just in case he wasn't too friendly. Always better to be the surprise than be the surprised.

She edged closer to the wall as she moved forward. Closed the distance between herself and the unknown adversary. Saw his shadow on the wall across the side tunnel he was in, heard his breathing and knew he'd have smelled her by now.

Evelyn ducked around the corner, coming face-to-face with the other Lycan. A mere three feet separated them as she directed her flashlight beam directly into his eyes, with the full intent to disorient him.

"Why, hello," she remarked, holding the light there. "You seem turned around. Need some help?"

[Lucas James Storm]

Several steps followed after a mysterious scent, echoing through the side tunnel that was located only a few feet away from Lucas. Apparently one of the three races he thought over the guess list. Lucas widened his eyes as he immediately settled his hand over the hidden pistol; he cautiously slowed his pace as he neared the side tunnel he sought. Suddenly, a bright flashlight enlivened the main tunnel, first it was facing the left sided wall of the passage; now it's charged over his face emitting from a torch that made his eyes twitch, he quickly lifted his arm to obscure his eyes from the temporary blindness.

A foreign thin voice rattled within the narrow shaft of the sewers, obviously a female was speaking to him yet he did not recognize the words clearly as he was busy blocking the flashlight that was pointed to his visage. It was an offer for assistance, no doubt. The man lowered down his arm next to his waist once again, his face pinpointed a lady's; he could have admitted the face was gorgeous. But appearance could always be deceiving to personality; a large werewolf could be just as friendly as a puppy and a puppy could just be as ferocious as the werewolf itself.

Numerous scents roamed through the whole sewers, most of them were familiar along each other; which could ease the difference between an enemy and an ally. This woman had a lycan's scent, many other frequent people shared the same. It was uncommon for wolves to dwell within a disheveled area while the bats would roam the lush and forestry that cornered the city's borders.

Being unaware of his head level, it bumped into the ceiling a second time; forcing him to scream as he rubbed it aggressively. Lucas bared his pointy teeth, grinning as he attempted to cover his real emotions; it was definitely embarrassing.

"Yeah.. I could certainly use a guide here. So, you're a lycan; right?"

[Evelyn van Buren]

[[OoC: Was having trouble trying to find a way for this thread to continue. Evelyn isn't the friendly tour guide type.]]

The intruder was a jumpy young werewolf. Evelyn was not impressed with his reaction to a total stranger's offer. A snarky one at that. He should have been wary of her. She'd even have welcomed an aggressive response. It would have told her he was cautious and untrusting. This kid probably hadn't been on his own for more than a decade. He was a little too presumptive for his own good and her liking.

She lifted an amused eyebrow. He was clearly untrained if he was asking her whether she was a Lycan. Already, her hopes for finding a suitable rogue were dimming. Still, everyone started from somewhere. She'd noticed his instinctive growl, and considered it a good sign. At least he hadn't completely tamed his inner wolf yet.

She lowered the flashlight so she was no longer blinding him, pointing it down the tunnel instead. Her eyes studied him critically for a moment. Healthy and with a good few hundred years ahead of him, he was worth taking to the rest of the pack, she supposed. She had little use for untrained Lycans, but she'd much rather he be a part of the pack than run around with the savage rogues.

Although that might be exactly what he needed to wise up.

Still, he wasn't her responsibility and she certainly didn't intend to take him on as a liability. Her teeth bared in a wolfish grin. "I can take you to the rest of the pack," she said somewhat abruptly. What else could he possibly be doing down here other than seeking the NYC Lycan group? "It's always better to be part of the pack than an outsider." Her eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle warning. "We don't like outsiders." She hoped he understood what it meant.

Either he joined the pack or he stayed out of sight and hoped they never ran into him again. Because NYC was claimed territory and rogues were a liability. She had better things to do than babysit a bunch of dissident wolves.

Evelyn turned on her heel, beckoning him with two fingers to follow, and began walking back to the compound without another look back.