Agency 666 (QC X Ryax)

[Discordia]

London. October 27th 2017. 18:00

In a small London townhouse gathered a small group of old, seemingly unimportant men and women. They spent the evening in the dining room, discussing important matters as cutlery clinked against plates. The room was simple yet elegant. Refined. Throughout the evening the conversation ebbed and flowed, often turning to heated discussion. After all these were perhaps some of the most powerful men and women in the world. At the head of the table sat an immaculately dressed woman. Her face was creased with the burden of time, yet her greens eyes were sharp and alert. Often, as the others discussed the matters of the Agency she was content to watch and wait. Finally the conversation paused as she placed her knife and fork on her plate and looked at the others, three men and three women.
“So it’s agreed, Grace is off the Nicola case?” The woman asked finally.
“Yes,” Said a man to her left with a French accent “I’ll send Vince to Ireland to take over the case.”
“Margret, What about Grace?” asked an American to the woman’s right. He sat further down the table in a wheelchair and had been rather quiet all evening. His left leg ending in a stump, while the left side of his face was covered in scars and old burns. His left eye was a milky, unseeing white.
“Don’t worry Henry, that brings me onto our next topic. Our latest recruit, Mr Parker. I assume you all read his dossier.”
“Yes, but I have to ask, is he hardly agency material?” Asked an Indian woman.
“I agree, especially with so many failed attempts to join the police force.” Added the french man.
“I thought you might say that, but his records from the shooting range were impeccable. And, he did kill a shape shifter.” “Margret explained, quickly adding more before they could protest. “Plus I think he will be a good partner for Grace.” There was a moment of silence before the men and women around the table uttered their agreement.
“Brilliant, so Mr Parker will travel with Henry to Washington, where Grace will take charge of his training. Now, who fancies some desert?”

Washington DC. October 29th 2017. 17:30.

Grace Callahan paced the ornate office with a scowl. The small heels of her black boots thumped loudly on the floor, leaving small indents in the large Persian rug. She sighed, checked her watch and then sighed again. The leather strap was worn and cracked, the glass faced chipped. Her chestnut her whirled overtime she turned. She wore black jeans and a grey long sleeved t-shirt. Her brown leather jacket was folded over one of the office chairs.
The office walls were lined with bookcases, filled with all manner of strange artefacts and books. Among them were great, ancient tomes such as An intricate study of the Royal Vampiric Houses and Trolls and their kind and other books such as Magic : It’s practical uses in the war on evil. The centre of the office was dominated by a large, varnished wooden desk. Like the bookcases, it was coated in stacks of paper and strange objects.

“Please stop. I like my office without a hole in the floor.” Henry looked up from the report he was reading, fixing Grace with a stern look. She frowned and moved to sit in one of the chairs opposite him.
“This was Margret’s idea wasn’t it?” She asked, her accent British and contrasting to Henry’s southern American.
“You know I can’t discuss that.” Henry said wearily.
“Fine. How long till he’s here?” She asked.
"I don't know Grace! Any minute now." Henry snapped. There was a moment of silence before Grace replied.
"Why have I even got a partner all of a sudden? And why some civilian who barly knows anything?"
"Probably so you can annoy him for a change. Look, I'm not going to go into this, but remember that you were like him once, fresh faced and unaware of the dangers of this world."
"But..." Grace started when the phone on Henry's desk rang cutting off her response. After a brief exchange he put the phone down.
“He’s outside, just handed his paperwork in.”
“Great.” She said, grabbing her jacket and pulling it on.
"Try and be nice." Henry said, "and take it slow. This guy not long had a run-in with a shapeshifter. He might not be in the best frame of mind. IT probably wouldn't be the worst thing to stop by and see Elsa at some point."
"Aye aye boss." Grace said with a mock salute before turning to leave the office.

The Washington branch of Agency 666 resides in a six storey apartment building in a poorer, rougher part of the city. The building is inhabited soley by agents. Everyone that comes and goes are all part of the agency. Upon arriving at the apartment building with Henry, Richard would have been shown to a large, lxurious room with an en-suite and asked to remain there for the time being until Grace, his soon to be partner, returned.
A young woman, with curly blonde hair, green eyes and a pretty smile brought him his meals and anything else he should recquire. The young woman was then sent to retrieve him when Grace was ready.
"She'd ready for you, if you'd like to follow me." She said with a smile before guiding him downstairs to the basement.
"Just wait here please." She said before leaving. Several long moments would pass by before something finally happened. One of the walls would begin to glow a strange green and slowly, one by one the bricks would slide themselves from the wall and move to the side, forming a doorway. Once this was done there would be the familiar ding of elevator doors opening behind the wall to reveal Grace, leaning against the back of the elevator.
"Alright, Richard Parker? It's your lucky day, get in."

 

[Ryax]

Ever since Richard Parker had been approached by the Agency back in the decrepit, murky bar he had hung out in since the blood bath at the museum, he had been building up his curiosity for his new employer. He'd definitely been blowing up its representation in his mind, almost like some fabled mystery that would erase his recent memories. He knew better to do something like that, but unwanted bloodbaths, fear and real danger tended to mess with a persons psyche for a while. Needless to say he was quite taken aback when arriving at his work place as he'd not expected his new life to be housed in such a sad looking neighborhood. He was disappointed, that is until he got into the luxury room and didn't really know what to think anymore. Taking a moment to pace the room and looking it over, he put his stuffed, black dufflebag on the foot of the queen sized bed as he passed it by.

'What the hell. It's like a high end hotel room.' Richard thought to himself as he peeked into the en-suite before stepping inside. He glimpsed the rather spacious shower and after a moments pause began undressing, his clothes quickly in a pile on the floor. Turning the knobs of the shower and expecting a steady stream of cold water for a while, he was surprised by the water turning into a pleasant warmness almost as soon as the water left the faucet. 'Fancy.' he mused to himself again. 'I wonder what else I'll be surprised by.', he thought, not realizing just how vast the store of surprises were left for him to discover.

He had a large tattoo of two Chinese style dragons wrapping around his right shoulder, slightly faded with time as he'd gotten it when he was younger. One blue and one red. He had three stitched up and nicely healing, shallow slash wounds draped across his left shoulder and arm, two of them a bit down along his chest while the third led down his left upper arm. They had been placed on him by the monstrosity he'd fought and killed a little over a week ago. They were healing nicely but would leave some scarring.

After a while in the shower, he eventually turned it off and dried himself off with one of the fluffy bath towels supplied to him. Wrapping one around his waist he made his way out to the rest of the room to get a change of clothes from his pack. He noticed a bunch of papers, neatly stacked, on the bed with an ink pen resting diagonally on top of them. "Huh." he voiced audibly in surprise, clearly not expecting or even noticing that anyone had been in the room. He noticed a note on the stack and picked it up to read.

"Please read, and sign, while you wait" it said. 'Fine. There's always paperwork involved. Why should this have been any different.' he thought, sighing dejectedly while he dropped his towel, unzipped his dufflebag and pulled out a pair of black boxers and a white short sleeved t-shirt and put them on. He moved himself on top of the bed and picked up the stack of papers and laid back against the soft cushioning, crossing his legs and resting his head against the pillow and began reading, one page at a time. It looked like a standard non-disclosure form one would have to sign before witnessing something secret. He didn't think twice about it and signed it as soon as he was done. He crossed his hands behind his head and stared up onto the ceiling for a while, his thoughts wandering over to the incident still vividly etched into his mind. 'What the hell was that thing.' he thought to himself in silence. This was one of the few times he had been able to think about it and not be overcome by dread and try to drink the image out of his head.

Not long after he had signed, someone knocked on the door. Richard was abruptly interrupted in his train of thoughts and made his way out of bed and went to open up the door. Outside was the woman who had led him to his room when he had arrived and checked in at the front desk. "Have you signed the paperwork?" she asked Richard politely, a warm smile adorning her lips. "Ah. Yes. I'll get them.", he said shortly and turned around, went to the bed and back, picking the signed paper stack and the pen up along the way. She thanked him as he handed over the paperwork, making sure he had signed and thanked him again. "I'll be back soon, please make yourself at home in the meanwhile." she said with a happy tone of voice and then bounded down the hall again. Richard closed the door and went back into his current abode. He looked across the room, wondering what he'd be doing for the unforeseeable future until the woman came back. Rummaging in his bag, looking for decent clothes to wear for this first encounter, he eventually settled on a pair of dark grey jeans with a dark-brown leather belt with an inconspicuous buckle to hold them up and a neat long sleeved black formal-wear shirt with black buttons.

Some time passed and Richard had been served a nice meal of poultry and assorted fitting greens and sauces. He was now sitting in one of the chairs his room had. A cup of tea half full and gone cold on the cupboard next to him as he read a book that he had brought with him, hoping it would teach him something, anything about what he had seen. The title read: Monsters. A bloody description. Unfortunately for Richard it was a fictional book, but it was the only thing he had been able to get at a regular bookstore that would be anything what he was looking for.

There was again a knock on the door that breached the silence and Richard looked up, getting ready to put his book down when the door instead opened and revealed that it was once again the woman who cared for him during his stay in the room. "Great." he said in response, putting his book down on the cupboard next to the cold tea and stood up and walked to follow her to meet with his new partner for his new job. Richard thought it was nice to stretch his legs a bit after being cooped up in that room for what seemed to be at least a few hours. He thought it was a bit strange that the'd be walking down into the basement of the building but he followed the woman in silence until they arrived at their intended destination. "Ok, Thanks." he told her before she disappeared back from whence they came down here. He paced around the room he had been placed in and eventually ended up leaning back against a wall and just staring into the wall opposite of him. A while passed. He sighed. Another while passed and he became a little bit irritated with how long he was being put to wait at now multiple occasions. Groveling in self pity he, at first, didn't notice the wall opposite of him beginning to glow. He only snapped out of his thoughts when the bricks started moving. He stared in silence, his jaw having dropped a little bit unconsciously at the sight of the bricks rearranging themselves with a strange glowing. He looked spooked. Still so when the familiar elevator ding sounded across the room and the doors open to reveal a single woman.

Still spooked, he did what she said and walked over to the elevator to enter, but slowly treading over the invisible boundary where the bricks had covered the wall as if he expected the wall to still be there or a trick to be played on him. He must have looked foolish doing so but he cared not how he looked for the circumstances were not ordinary. At least not to him they weren't. He placed himself close to the wall left of Grace and stood stiffly, watching the doors of the elevator close and the elevator began to move. A moment passed, nothing happened besides them moving, so he let his gaze wander to the woman with him. He visibly relaxed a little bit when nothing still happened. By quick glance she looked casual enough to render him slightly over dressed. Better safe then sorry, he thought. She didn't exactly look happy to see him, so he decided to approach a greeting formally, trying to be a good example, "Hi, sorry. Yes I'm Richard Parker. Whom might you be?" he asked her politely, extending a greeting hand towards her.

 

[Discordia]

As Richard stepped into the elevator, Grace pressed a button with a H on it. Moments later the doors slid shut and the elevator began moving down. As he offered his hand to her, she looked him up and down, an eyebrow raised. After a moment she shrugged and took his hand in a firm handshake.

“The name’s Grace.” She said, crossing her arms again. “Looks like I’m going to be your partner for the time being.” She offered him a half hearted smile before carrying on. “I don’t know what you’ve been told about the Agency, so I guess I’ll start from the beginning. Our mandate is to protect the mundane world from threats of the supernatural kind. We work in the shadows, above all forms of law enforcement agencies and, if need be, above governments.” Grace watched Richard’s face keenly, keeping an eye on his reaction. She’d seen people completely lose their shit before, but so far he seemed to be taking it relatively well.

“That’s not to say everything supernatural is evil. Often we work in partnership with people and creatures of the supernatural or magical variety. I’ll explain more about it later. As for your role, you’ll be a field agent with me. It’ll be our job to investigate possible threats and deal with them. Most of the time we’ll be able to do so ourselves, but the Agency also has a small paramilitary force that can deal with larger threats.” Grace paused and the elevator finally dinged. The doors slid open to reveal what looked like a military installation. The corridors were plain concrete, with the occasional steel pipework. On the floor were lines of different colours, green, red yellow and blue. Stepping off, Grace gestured for Richard to follow.

“I know I’m throwing a lot of information your way and you must have hundreds of questions. I promise I’ll answer them all soon.” She said as she led him along the corridors. “So this is the habitation floor, at the very bottom of the base. You’ve got living quarters, showers, mess hall, gym, pool. Everything you could need.” Grace pointed everything out to him as they walked the maze like complex. They passed plenty of people by, most dressed casually in normal clothes or black military fatigues. There was a faint buzz of conversation in the air. Men and woman of all ages and races could be spotted in their rooms, relaxing, chatting or playing games. Finally Grace reached a closed door. “This is us.”

On the other side was a small room with two single beds on opposite sides. Each bed had a bedside table, footlocker and a head height locker with a hanging rail. One side of the room was plain and unadorned. Clearly the furniture hand’t been used in a long while. The other side was clearly Grace’s. The bedding was made but slightly creased, the furniture showing signs of usage. Various trinkets and objects littered her bedside table, including a framed picture of a young woman with long blonde hair. She gestured for Richard to take a seat on his bed, before perching on her own.

“A word of warning, don’t get too attached to your room. I’ve been stationed here in Washington for almost a year due to a case, but before that I traveled all over, wherever I was required. The powers that be tend to give us a little choice in what cases we take, more so than conventional organisations. But now that you’re sat down, time for the big news.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how much of the paperwork you read, most people don’t read much, but as of now you no longer exist. Any mention, any record of you has been purged from existence. No birth record, hospital treatments, nothing. That is how far in the shadows we work.” Grace stopped and was about to stand and resume their tour, before sighing to herself and leaning back. “This can be a lot for most people to take in, so if you need a minute, let me know, or if you have any questions, shoot away.”

 

[Ryax]

Seeing as the woman in the elevator considered him and his action of extending a greeting hand, Richard kept his perseverance through the brief moment that passed in hope that she would clasp his hand. His zeal payed off and she shook his hand, a firm handshake and a halfhearted smile was his reward. He figure'd he'd made the right choice and was content with that. Retracting his hand after the greeting, he stood firmly in place by his wall and listened to her speak and explain what he had went and joined. The woman's name, his partner's name, was Grace. It was a bit hard for him to take in the facts she threw his way, but the fact to back the preposterous statements was that he had witnessed something supernatural himself quite recently. He kept a stone faced front, taking it like a champ he figured as he puzzled the pieces of fear together within his mind. "I... I take it that I just recently ran into something... Supernatural, as you pose it." he managed to squeeze forth relatively calmly. He was slowly coming to terms with it, and unless he had grown completely mad and was currently strapped in a mental hospital bed, then he had already witnessed another supernatural event when the bricks moved by themselves. Grace didn't answer him, so he took that as his answer of confirmation. As he managed to hold onto his shit, the fear slowly back away and made room for curiosity.

He didn't say anything else for the entire elevator ride, only listening to Grace and trying desperately to keep his shit together when she told him that they worked with supernatural entities. It was terrifying that they would work with something like the murderous monster he squared off with, but he recognized that he didn't have any experience with this kind of thing, and don't know how truly vast it was. It was bound to be more then just murderous entities trying to kill him so he decided to firmly trust Grace for the time being. He figured she'd have no reason to lie to him.

He stepped out of the elevator along with Grace, following her as she requested albeit somewhat closely. His vision wandered all over the place, trying to take in all the sights while keeping pace with her. "Try thousands." he responded a little quietly. It was a lot of sights to take in at the same time. It felt strange having all of these facilities underground like this. He could definitely see the need for it with the amount of people that wandered around, especially if people lived down here too. He glanced into every room he could, trying to pick out the details and most importantly trying to spot anything supernatural to support her claims.

He stepped inside the room, clearly seeing the discrepancy between used living space and unused. He glanced over at her things for a spell, trying to take some quick notes, before he moved slowly towards the obvious 'his side' of the room. He opened and closed the tall locker, ran his fingers around the bedside table and then rubbed a little bit of dust between his fingers. He'd have to clean his side before settling in for the long haul. No big deal Richard figured. He moved to his bed and slowly sat down in it, feeling the hard, springy nature of it beneath his weight.

Richard listened to her warning and words about moving around the world. It made sense, being an international supernatural organization after all. Governments and organizations such as what this claimed to be usually had worldly use for field operation agents such as they were. 'Big news? As if this shit isn't big enough already damn it.' he thought to himself but listened none the less. What she said wasn't new to him as he'd read that a few hours ago and signed off on it. He didn't have a lot of reasons to keep his old identity anymore so this was more of a gracious boon then a hindrance to him. His future scared the shit out of him but at the same time he was excited for it.

"Yup. It's.. Uhh.. Quite a lot to deal with on the first day.", he said, exhaling sigh-like as he did before a short laugh escaped him, "Hah". "I have a million questions, at least, but I think I need to hit the restroom for a few minutes instead. Is it alright if I ask you later instead?" Richard said calmly and stood himself up, brushing off his behind from the thin dust layer on the bed. He froze for a moment, trying to think of where the restrooms were, but his mind failed him at the moment. He unfroze and looked at Grace apologetically while his left hand reached up to run through the back of his hair slowly as a nervous gesture, "Umm.. Could you give me the directions again? I missed them when we passed...", he spoke softly, embarrassed.

"Thanks.", he said with a warm relieved smiled when she gave him the directions again. He exited their room, closed the door behind him and took a deep breath before he made his way to the restrooms. This time he kept to himself and didn't look at much else other then where to go until he got to the restrooms. He didn't know if anyone was in there, he didn't check before hand and once inside, he quickly filled one of the sinks with cold water and splashed his face a couple of times while taking long, deep breaths. He was having a small panic attack after all. Taking a few moments of looking at his reflection in the sink, he leaned onto his hands that were placed on either side of the basin. Water was dripping slowly from his face and making the reflection blurry. After a few moments pause he blinked his eyes a few times and let the water escape down the pipes. He dried his face off with a paper towel and looked himself in the mirror and straightened himself up, nipping and tucking his clothing and hair so it looked presentable again. "Shiiit" he voiced audibly after a long, deep breath. He was going to be ok, the panic attack had passed and he was quickly learning to cope with what was left of it. He realized that he'd likely be overwhelmed for a few days, but it would pass eventually as he got used to his new life.

Richard stepped out from the restrooms into the walkways again and headed back towards his room.

 

[Discordia]

After giving him directions Grace leaned back on her bed and watched Richard leave. She sighed, before laying her head on the pillow. It wasn’t until now that she realised just how tired she was. She thought about how easy it would be to just fall asleep.Richard would probably be fine. Probably. She groaned, frustrated that she couldn’t convince herself that he’d be okay. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat for a moment, thinking. She glanced over at the picture on her bedside table. She frowned. “What?” She said at the blonde woman in the photo. “I’m going aren’t I?” And with that she stood and left the small bedroom. When Richard left the restrooms Grace was stood outside, leaning against the wall.

“Hey. So, there’s one more place I need to show you today.” Grace gestured for Richard to follow and led the way along the corridors. “I know you say your fine but I recognise that look. You’re freaking out, which is kinda understandable. But I can’t have you freaking out on me all the time, so there’s someone I need you to meet.” Grace explained as they approached a wooden door at the end of a corridor. She knocked lightly and a female voice called for them to enter. Grace paused before fixing Richard with a stern look. “Try not to freak out. She gets offended easily.”

On the other side was a large office. The floor was wooden with a thick red carpet in the centre of the room. There were two sofa’s facing one another, a coffee table between them and a modern, glass desk off to the side. A woman sat on the edge of one of the sofas. Horns sprouted from among her dark hair and a tail swayed behind her. She wore a black pencil skirt that was far too short to be called professional and a white blouse that did little to hide the red lingerie underneath, the corset showing through the white material. Her pretty face was twisted into a frown as she scribbled in a note book, but when she looked up and saw Grace everything changed.

“Gracie!” She cried out, standing and hurrying over to here. Her tail swished excitedly behind her. “Have you come for another session?” She asked as she approached, a wicked grin on her face. She pulled grace into a hug, her hand slipping down to deliver a playful slap to her ass, flashing Richard a cheeky grin.
“Actually, I’m here to introduce Richard.” Grace explained as the two of them disentangled. “He’s new.”
“Mmm, I can smell it on him.” The woman said with a grin, inhaling deeply. Grace laughed.
“Richard this is Elsa Firedancer. She’s a succumbed and a therapist.” Grace explained, placing a hand on Richards arm in what she hoped was a comforting manner. “Her methods can be a bit… unorthodox, but she’s very good. If you want, I can leave you two alone if you want to discuss anything with her?” Grace offered. “Or I can stay and sit in on it? Your choice.” Meanwhile Elsa’s tail continued to sway almost hypnotically as she eyed Richard up and down, a naughty gleam to her eye, while Grace prepared herself for if Richard did indeed freak out.

 

[Ryax]

Surprised to see Grace waiting for him outside the restrooms, so close to his mini freak out, he stuttered in his tracks and stared at her a little awkwardly, not yet having regained his full composure and desperately trying to hide it. Following in her tracks, letting her lead the way in this foreign place, he winced and sighed dejectedly as she revealed that she knew he was freaking out about the whole thing.

"It's that obvious, huh?"
both voice and words a defeated tone​

As they arrived, the stern look and words of warning turned his frame of mind to a cautious alertness.

"I can't promise anything, but I'll try. I mean, I've seen a lot of new things today. I'm sure I can handle another"
his words cautious but optimistic, although it was painfully obvious that he had no clue what was waiting for him behind that door​

Entering the room, the hinting atmosphere permeating his senses and was in clear conflicting with what he thought he'd be experiencing beforehand. Once the being in the room called out for Grace, his attention snapped to the succubus and any hint the room had given him was immediately replaced by something of a more obvious nature as she hurried over to them. His gaze steadily fixed on the woman, Richards jaw had dropped slightly as an involuntary reflex at the choice of revealing clothing on such tantalizing shapes, not to mention the pointy horns and playful tail swaying about. His blood would have been scrambling to his nether region had it not been for the silent but definite second freak out of the day. Richards jaw was locked in drop-down style until he was snapped out of it by Grace mentioning his name and it snapped back up to close his mouth accompanied by a two quick blinks of his eyelids.

He laughed awkwardly as she smelled him and quickly stopped thereafter and was staring at her.

"Uhh... Hi"
his voice slowly pouring out of the slight crack between his lips, his jaw refusing to fully close again

"Wait... What?"
he voiced in crystal clear confusion as he was finally grasping that the demon, succubus, thing in front of him was also the station's therapist, and so this was the drop that overflowed Richard's tolerance cup and resulting in his not-so-silent third freak out of the day

"She's a Succubus, and a therapist? Wait, doesn't succubi... Shit, really, what? For the whole base? I guess... Wait, what? Uhh..."
assumptions running amock, looking back and forth between Grace and Elsa, a couple of awkward laughs between a couple of his sentences

"Yup, yup, yup. You got horns."
he noted astutely as he pointed at them, a frown showing on his face as everything around him began to slowly morph and deform and his eventual meltdown began

"I'm done"
steeled voice, promptly turning around and heading out the door again, not letting himself be stopped by anything​

Richard quickly made his way back to the restrooms, stormed inside and claimed one of the lockable stalls for himself. Throwing the lid open, crouching down on his knees, he promptly emptied the contents of his stomach through the passage his mouth right down into the bowl.

After a couple of more throw-ups, his stomach had ended up void of content and the spinning had subsided as he was unconsciously processing his new reality, usually a twisted one in the eyes of an supernaturally unexposed normal human. He was groaning lowly to himself as he'd leaned back against a wall of the stall he occupied.

"What the actual fuck have I gotten myself into?"
he asked himself quietly​

He stayed like that for a while, taking his sweet time to recuperate and doing his best to process everything. A regular toilet stall was a good place for this, nothing of the new to jostle his memory before he could deal with it sufficiently.

 

[Discordia]

Grace and Elsa shared a knowing look as Richard hurried from the room. The succubus’s brow creased into a frown as Grace sighed, rubbing her forehead. She leaned against a wall. “Well that could have gone better.” She said wearily.
“You think?” Elsa said, “you never bring me anyone fun anymore! All-“
“Elsa stop!” Grace snapped with a stern look. The demoness’ eyes widened on surprise before she walked away, planting herself on one of the sofas. She continued scribbling in her note book, tail swishing angrily. “I’m sorry El, I didn’t mean to snap. I just… can’t be dealing with this now, and after being taken of my case.” Grace explained as she moved to sit next to the succubus. Elsa looked up suddenly with an inquisitive frown.
“The vampires?” The demoness asked.
“Yeah,” Grace said, somewhat dejectedly. “Between that and dealing with a rookie I… well it’s all just so frustrating! I mean I was never like that!” The young woman gestured to the door that Richard had hurried out of.
“Sounds like you need a session.” The succubus said, a smile slowly creeping across her face. Tentatively, she reached out, delicate fingers stroking along Grace’s. As she did, Grace began to relax. She sank back into the sofa, shoulders relaxing. Her lips started to tug upwards into a smile before she pulled her hand away.
“I’d love to El, but I should go find him.” Grace stood to leave but Elsa caught her by the wrist and pulled her close. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against Graces. The two women enjoyed a long, slow passionate kiss that left Grace grinning.
“You seemed like you needed a lil boost,” Elsa explained, “Now off with you.”
“You just know how to keep me coming back for more don’t you?” Grace grinned as she headed for the door. Elsa just purred affectionately, eyes lingering on Grace’s ass as she walked.
“Just remember Gracie, not everyone came into this world of ours the same way you did.”

Leaving the office with a more positive outlook, as temporary as it was, Grace headed back to her room. Our room, she said to herself, getting used to the idea of sharing her living space with someone else. Walking back in, she was surprised to find no sign of Richard. She looked towards the bed, glimpsing the framed photo on her bedside table.
“Don’t look at me like that, I’m helping aren’t I?” She snapped before leaving. Finally, after searching everywhere else, she found herself in the mens toilets.
“Out!” She growled at another agent washing his hands.
“But…” He trailed off when Grace cocked her head to one side, fixing him with an icy glare. A moment later and it was just her and Richard's breathing. She paced back and forth slightly.
“Hey man, so maybe I shouldn’t have introduced you to El just yet,” She began, “for some people it can help, but… well Guess you’re not some people. There’s a hundred different things I could say to try and help you feel better, but I won’t. Not without talking. When you’re ready, I’ll be in my- no our room. You can freakout at me, rant at me, ask me whatever you want about this crazy world you’ve found yourself in, ‘kay?” She paused for a moment, sighed and then left. True to her word, the young woman headed back to their room, where she proceeded to lay down with an old book, an ancient train ticket as her bookmark. And that’s how Richard would find her should he return within the next hour, later than that and the young woman would likely be asleep, still dressed with the open book resting on her chest.

 

[Ryax]

While he didn't say a single word to Grace, when she gave him so many, he wasn't just a stone cold gargoyle behind the stall door, as his frame would depict, for his mind churned like a raving storm. Her words inspired him to ask himself questions that he'd want answered rather then thoughts of the past and fleeing. This caused a slow chain reaction that caused more questions to form, pathways of possible answers and reason burst forth and the storm eventually calmed down because he could now start to decently reason for his situation.

By now, forty-five minutes had passed since Grace left him there, but now he could resume himself, proven by his rise up onto his feet, leaving the tiled floor to yet again be trampled upon by his boots and not sat upon by his butt. He closed the lid and flushed the evidence of his panic away. He exited his stall when no one was there, cleaned himself up by the sinks, splashing his face with some cold water and dried it off with some paper towels he then threw in the trash bins in a corner of the bathroom.

Taking a moment to look at himself in the mirror above the sink, he'd eventually frown before sighing softly, looking dejectedly down into the sink. Reluctantly, even intimidated by the thought, he knew that he needed to go back and apologize for his behavior towards Elsa. He figured she probably understood what was happening with him, but yet he didn't want to leave it at that and forced himself to start moving towards where he'd fled from. If this was to be his life he figured he'd better start getting used to it sooner rather then later, for if he didn't, then he might loose his life a lot sooner then he'd like.

Taking a quick glance over his clothing, he righted some wrongs, smoothed some creases, before he slipped out of the bathroom into the corridors again. Slowly making his way back to the doors of Elsa's office. He stood in front of them for a while, staring the solid craftsmanship down, before forcefully raising his right fist to knock a couple of times before dropping his hand to his side again. His knocks were somewhat light, but not silent. The flight portion of his fight or flight instinct still working against him.

"It's Richard, the fool who stormed out of here not so long ago. I wanted to apologize for that and for not properly introducing myself."
he spoke softly, not knowing if she could hear him or not, but he gave no pause before he continued

"I could use a chat too if you got the time?"
his voice trailed off into a question​

He paused as he were for a few moments, awaiting an answer, if any would even come. Elsa might be busy, she might be offended by his previous actions, he simply didn't know.
If he was out of luck, then he'd go on a solo adventure scouting his local surroundings before heading back to his new quarters, likely to crash in bed and write off some sleep from the immediate todo list.

 

[Discordia]

Elsa was sat at her desk, feet up and day dreaming. She’d seen a few agents since Grace left and had filled out a few reports. But since her encounter with Richard, her mind had been occupied. She was thinking about the first time she crossed over to the mortal realm. It had been entirely accidental. A miscalculated spell had ripped open a portal and threw her out in Times Square, completely naked. Luckily she had managed to dart into an alley and hide. Everything had been so big and scary, bright lights, cars and so many people all in one place. Luckily for Elsa, human males were very influenceable. Especially when she took the form of a beautiful young woman. She took a different form, making her horns, wings and tail to disappear. After she bounced around using her powers and sex to get what she needed, until finally the agency found and recruited her. The demoness was pulled from her reverie by the knocking at the door, followed by Richard’s voice.

“Come in!” Elsa called out, standing and moving towards the door. Her tail swished excitedly as she smiled at Richard. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” The succubus explained, guiding Richard in towards one of the sofas. As she led the way, her hand brushed his shoulder snd she sent soothing, calming sensations toward him. As she did she could feel his anxiousness, his fight or flight response at work despite the brave face he was putting on. The demoness did her best to calm I’m without being to invasive at this point. She gestured for him to sit on the sofa before moving to sit on the one opposite. Her short skirt rode up slightly as she sat and crossed her legs, showing off a tantalising amount of her thighs.

“Apology accepted.” Elsa said with a friendly smile. “I understand you’re very overwhelmed and have been dropped into a very confusing world. I was the same the first time I came to your human world. It was all so big and terrifying, so I kinda get it.” She smiled sympathetically. “If it would help, I can take on a different form and appear more human?” She offered, watching closely for any sign that he was about to freak out, anticipating the dozens of questions he no doubt had. She’d heard all sorts before. So you’re a demon? Wait, you have sex with everyone here? What the fuck are you? To name bust a few, and even ones as brazen as : we gonna fuck then? At this point people stopped surprising her and she doubted Richard would either.

 

[Ryax]

Her voice was cheerful, she didn't even look angry at him in the least. A sigh of relief escaped Richard as he returned her smile with visually nervous tones covered up with a thankful nod, letting himself be guided to the core of the room without his previous chaperone. Despite her good intentions of trying to calm him down, Richard's response was still a slight jump at the unexpected connection. However, her efforts weren't completely in vain. It might seem minor to some, but the very simple fact that her touch had been as gentle as it was helped him to begin the process of healing. The stark contrast between her and the terrifying monster, the two experiences like polar opposites. This was in no means a way to say that he had become comfortable with her presence now, but he was ever so slightly more so. A semblance of trust to grow, bud and bloom with time, yet only a small seed in the moment of time they shared right now.

Guided to the sofa of her choice, he sat himself down quite stiffly. His legs slightly apart, his back stiff and leaning back against the sofa rest. His hands squarely on his lap as a defiant act against his feelings to cross his arms and flee the scene. Elsa's friendly and calm demeanor was a blessing, she truly knew how to calm a terrified soul. Together they would help him settle his soul.

And there it was. The connection had successfully been forged and attached. A confession he didn't expect at all that piqued his interest and stayed his nervous heart.

"Wait, no, please; Stay as you are."
he needed to deal with her actual form or he would lose the battle against himself again

"You came here... from... somewhere else? So... what place was that. Hell?"
a glimpse of humor if there ever was one

"Sorry... I don't know where you... your kind, succubuses, succubi, comes from..."
apologizing for his bad form, he stayed silent for a while


Slowly; The fright within him faded; Slowly


"So... Again, sorry about before. My name is Richard. It's nice to meet you Elsa."
his voice steadied, poise returning to his spirit

"As you guessed right, I've been rather violently thrown into this... this new reality of ours. Can you imagine that the first contact I had was ......."


And so Richard told his story, pouring one feeling out after the other until the surface had been skimmed and thoughts and feelings had need to settle back down once more
A tremendous relief had by now nestled within him, both spiritually and visibly. He was no longer sitting stiff, instead relaxed against the back of the sofa, hands folded across his stomach and his gaze up towards the ceiling
He had become reasonably comfortable in Elsa's presence, his mind and body returning to normal after the heavy stress of the day


"I really needed to get all that off my chest. I haven't really given myself the chance up until now. Thank you, Elsa."
Richard smiled at her. Not a nervous smile. A friendly smile. A thankful smile


A soft sigh

"Unless there's more that you want to know right now, then I should probably head back to Gra... my room and hope she doesn't kick my ass for making her wait so long to come back"
A playful but nervous grin across his lips while he made his preparations to get up and head back​