EZEKIEL HAYES

Ezekiel would never understand how other hunters turned a blind eye to an unpredictable supernatural and still call themselves loyal. Perhaps he was still just a product of his times and forever a General. Now he didn't have a military to lead, left to manage his duties on his own. Over the years Ezekiel grew accustomed to working on his own and only really coming in contact with other hunters when the heads at headquarters called him in for a briefing before sending him off on the job. In this city however, a city which had been given such anonymity from the head honchos, it was requiring him to seek out others who should know the inner workings of the supernaturals that called this place home.

It was made much easier by having an address. There was no point in having to search, even if he was good at it, more than what was necessary. After shrugging on the crisp black peacoat, he left the rather barren flat he inhabited for now, and began the short walk. Apparently both hunters had the same idea on where to set up homebase. The older housing district was nothing fancy so meant it didn't draw unwanted attention. Whether or not that was the other hunters reason for residing in this district too was unknown. Ezekiel was given only name, address, and picture with the side note of being council which was honestly more information than he was used to getting.

Those dark eyes turned up to the building supposedly holding his intended. All lights seemed to be off though. It meant little but Ezekiel was in no rush. It even gave him some time to survey the area. The dark hunter perched on the edge of the low garden wall at the side of the sidewalk.

Ezekiel didn't exactly measure the time but a man did eventually appear, sauntering up the sidewalk toward the building. He had studied the picture long enough to know that was the guy. Slowly Ezekiel stood from his place, waiting for him to get closer before speaking. "Alekai, name's Ezekiel, I'm here on account of the council up top." He held out his hand to shake the other dark hunters. Ezekiel was nothing if not a gentleman no matter the circumstances. "I need to speak to you about a supernatural you have in the city. Should we step inside?" He motioned to the building, indicating he was willing to follow for some semblance of privacy.