Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

This, Azrael was sure, while not a hopeless case was hardly an easy one by any means. The apartment left them was very few if any clues. In fact, all the man had relatively been able to deduce from visiting her home was the notion that she had not been kidnapped from her bedroom. After all, the covers had been pushed back calmly, with no sign of any struggle, Serafina either having willingly let someone in her door- else she had known her supposed attacker and as such had seen little cause for alarm. The Hunter commenting then upon those the woman did business with in some vague hope that, perhaps, the wolf might know. Raven confirming only what Azrael had perhaps already deduced, the witch so apparently willing to do business with any and every one whom came through her door. It was, he supposed, good business practice and yet really, in his opinion in the least he was assured almost everyone whom came through her door was in some way shady. Maybe he was a little biased. Maybe. Even so he supposed he had some idea of where she might be, in the least, just what area of town and yet still this could take them all night- if not all the next day. Azrael so forced to hunt in that traditional style by simply piecing together those small things he knew in that hopes that, eventually, it would lead them to something bigger.

He strode easily outside the house with that wolf in tow. The Hunter frankly uncertain at this point as to what help she truly was aside from alerting him to the situation and yet he supposed he should be thankful for that all the same. The blonde-man striding up the street now, forced to move at that menial pace lest he leave the dog behind. It was easy to so choose which road to follow then, after all, one direction lead to a total dead end and the likelihood of Serafina so sitting in a cul-de-sac at the bottom of the hill waiting for them seemed highly unlikely. Azrael instead simply choosing that more sensible path, making his way through the streets and towards the freeway. The Hunter determined to choose his next course of action once he reached that busy pass and that traffic. His hand reached easily into his back pocket, snatching that phone from within, an idea of sorts seeming to find him as he accessed that database Kohl had worked on for so long. This perhaps the only invention he was willing to give Katarina's boyfriend any credit for in any sense. It took a few moments and yet, soon enough, that image of Tobias flooded his screen. Someone really needed to get a better picture of the boy, Azrael having taken this one the day he lay unconscious beside Tetradore on the floor, the panthers image so consequently the same, neither man truly flattering in that regard and yet still some measure of amusement tugged at him as he scanned the powers the council knew the boy possessed. Tobias, as a whole, offered very little useful information aside from a bare few sentences about him, two known powers and a danger rating of four out of five. It was those powers however that draw the Hunters attention, Azrael turning to Raven a moment later to ask about her mates ability to use that talent for finding people to their advantage.

The sudden shift that overcame the woman was entirely surprising, that wolf replaced with a young woman mere moments later. Azrael hurriedly stepping several feet back as if fearing he might somehow contract something from being so near that magic and yet he did find her far more personable in this form. Why she ever spent any time as a wolf he hardly knew. Didn't she prefer being human? This wasn't exactly the time to query is own curiosities, he supposed, reaching to take that offered phone from her, his eyes rolling slightly at her assurance that he needed to speak in a specific manner. How mad could the boy truly be? Surely he understood how to speak? Raven was his mate for god sakes, surely she wouldn't tie herself to a madman? That phone rung for several moments before at last the sound of it being picked up echoed through, Azrael attempting to do as Raven asked all the same.

"Hello, Tobias? I need to ask you a question. I have Raven with me and we are looking for- what? Birdie? Oh, your mean Raven, no she is- no? I don't know-? What are you talking about-? No, no, do not give the phone to Tetradore. For fucks sake I- Hello? Who is this? Who? Is that your actual name or did your Mother just hate you? Look can you just ask Tobias to come back, or better yet ask him to please summon what brain power he possesses to ask him where Serafina is?!"

Patience, it seemed, was hardly Azrael's forte. The Hunter somehow having ended up on the phone with someone named Jackal, the man truly assured this could not be his real name and yet he supposed it hardly mattered. If he was capable of talking to Tobias then so be it. The man hardly making an effort to look at Raven, knowing entirely well she would only glare at him. Jackal returning a moment later to offer.....whatever it was Tobias had said before abruptly hanging up on him- that phone tossed back to Raven now. How on earth the woman survived in that hell of a ship he never knew.

"A man with a Spanish accent informs me that Tobias says Serafina is in 'the boxes that are the same that are near the water that is near angry giraffe.' I am choosing to believe he means a warehouse, near the harbor- though what in the hell an angry giraffe is I have no idea. Come on."