Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

The very surprise Raven appeared to find at his presence atop the second floor of that rust bucket of a boat she called a home hardly seemed to linger long. The young woman instead content to comment about his own plans for the evening. Azrael affording her at least some of those more pertinent details only for the woman to query whether or not this mission would involve the warehouse they had travelled to previously. The very mention of that underground auction house readily prompted a frown to his own features. Azrael unwilling to admit in that particular moment how decidedly ...unpleasant he had found that place in turn. The rights of supernatural creatures were hardly his concern, indeed, he was of the opinion, most of the time, that such creatures deserved nothing from him. Their very existence a metaphorical blight on the world he was designed to destroy and yet- even if he had been unwilling to see them treated quite so badly as that. Vampires, it seemed, when given the chance, would exploit anything and anyone. Even other supernaturals. An impressive feat for a reanimated corpse. Fucking creatures. That very scowl upon his features only seemed to deepen at the thought, Azrael making every effort to push such considerations away for now and turn his thoughts instead to Raven herself, his gaze narrowing readily upon the woman at her own words. His snapped response earning that cool insistence that she had her ways. Oh please. His own eyes rolled lightly. A soft snort easily leaving him then as he regarded the woman before him.

"Don't make it a habit."

That, for now, would have to be enough. Azrael inclined to meet her gaze directly in that moment. That warning surely clear enough. Whether she had or hadn't been involved in the recent destruction of that warehouse was of little consequence now. What mattered was that she hardly made of habit of attempting to work outside the Council. He would never hear the fucking end of it from Sera if she got herself killed trying to chase up the tail end of one of the Council's missions. Let alone having to deal with her pack...family ...whatever the hell they were. Raven moved to wander away from him then and peer down over that railing to eye the rapidly gathering crowds below. The sounds of those over excited Were's enough to tug at his own veritable aversion to the Ark as a whole. He could nearly feel those creatures below. His senses near instinctively heightened by their presence alone. That simple sensation of being close to them decidedly uncomfortable. Raven herself the only Were on that barge he hardly found himself reacting to. Her presence, somehow, decidedly more tolerable. The woman so at last deciding she would come with him before commenting upon his own demeanor. Azrael prompted to frown once more.

"When have I ever been nice?"

What did she want? A hand written invitation? Women. Several further words were muttered loosely beneath his breath and yet he hardly chose to comment further. The hunter content enough in her agreement to assist. For all his mistrust of those supernatural creatures he was willing to admit he found Raven....more agreeable then most. In the very least she was sensible and intelligent enough to carry out a decent conversation when she desired to. Her nature as a whole not......totally unpleasant. The curly haired woman one of the few beings he might ever have agreed to work with. Not that he truly had a great line of people desiring to work with him in turn. Azrael distinctly aware of the reputation of his own nature. That sudden gesture from the young woman to follow her readily saw that wary look return to his features as Azrael fell into step behind her. Raven leading the way through that hall door that lead down to the loading dock, Azrael swiftly shutting that door behind them. Why were they down here? In the very least he supposed he could easily leap from the-. The sudden feel of Raven's own power ensnaring him saw his gaze momentarily widen. The hunter abruptly finding himself levitated.

"Raven! Stop that! I am more tne capable of getting off this fucking boat without your help! Raven!"

Whether or not she was listening he hardly knew. The hunter abruptly finding himself returned to those docks beside the Ark. His arms folding grumpily across his chest as he eyed his companion, Raven lifting herself down to the docks beside him but a few moments later. That irritation clear upon his features. His utter disdain for the affinities of others distinctly clear. His voice decidedly tight then.

"Thank you Raven but I am more then capable of getting myself down in future. I do not.....like having other people's powers used on me, alright?"

That sudden snap of his fingers so readily saw the irritable blond levitate of his own accord. Azrael merely inclined to prove that point of his own capability before both feet landed neatly upon the ground. The hunter making some effort to...appreciate Raven's in turn and yet his disdain for those other powers outside his own remained distinctly intact. In the very least, he supposed, they were off that godforsaken ship. The rest of the Hunters would be waiting for them by now. Raven's sudden question prompting that nod of his own head.

"They work for me. They are fine with whatever I tell them to be fine with. They won't bring you any harm though if that's what your worried about. As for the shifting, yes, you might as well. Meet me at my car, just over there, when your done. We can walk to where we are going from here but I have something for you."

Whether or not she required that privacy to shift he hardly knew and yet Azrael was content enough to afford it to her all the same as he turned away. Raven left to find a sheltered place to complete that change as he strolled back towards the place he had left his car parked. Azrael easily fished those keys from within his pocket then, his free hand searching for his mobile as his fingers tapped out yet another series of messages in quick succession. Several of those other Hunters already irritable at having to wait for him. His phone was returned smoothly to his pocket then before the back of that car was opened. Azrael reached smoothly inside then to grasp that canine vest. This, in the least, sure to offer Raven that further protection should she find herself unceremoniously shot at. The soft sound of those paws on concrete readily prompted the Hunter to turn, the boot of the car shut with a smooth efficiency as the Hunter turned to face her then, that vest held toward her. 'Police' marked clearly on both sides.

"This is for you. It's bullet and knife proof. A large portion of who we are dealing with tonight are human with some supernaturals mixed in. Humans like guns. The easiest way to- oh, I suppose you can't put this on like that can you? Here."

Whether or not Raven truly desired that vest remained to be seen. Azrael, tonight, distinctly determined to protect the wolf from that injury he remained near assured she would somehow sustain. Azrael crouched smoothly then, slipping that vest over Raven's head before reaching to gently lift one front leg and then the other through those holes at the front. The hunter stepped back briefly to eye his work before reaching to do up those straps at her sides.

"There. You won't die now. Come on. Can you walk alright in that?"

The blond Hunter paused only so long as to make sure the wolf could move easily enough before he began to lead the way down that street and deeper into the warehouse-strewn west side. That place he had agreed to meet the rest of that team hardly far. Raven appearing to keep pace well enough before they rounded that corner to find that small group of Hunters gathered within that back street. Several of them content to eye Raven with a clear curiosity. One tall, dark haired man stepping forward then to eye the wolf with curiosity.

Is that the dog?
"She's a wolf."
It's not very big
"What the fuck does it matter how big she is?"
Is it trained?
"She's not a bloody housepet, Rowen. She can understand you."
Can she?

Rowen's head tilted slightly, the hunter eyeing Raven once more before Azrael moved to cut off any further words the other man might have offered. A part of him determined to...defend his canine partner. His hand gestured further down that alleyway and toward those large warehouses.

"Those are the warehouses we are investigating. No one should be there yet but we are expecting the owners within the hour. Hopefully by that time we will have found these supposed weapons and have grounds enough to arrest them all when they show up. It's being used as a storage warehouse for fruit and vegetable produce, we suspect the weapons are hidden, that's why we have Raven and her nose. She and I will go first, the rest of you can cover us. It wouldn't be surprised to find someone or something guarding this place."