Setit Puella [OPEN]

[pace_tua]

You need to wake up.

Do not wake the dreamer.

For your own good, you need to wake up.

For the sake of the vision, You must See.

Peace felt herself startle out of her seat in her little office and lifted her head up off the desk. She'd been sleeping a lot lately. Though the man in her dreams no longer seemed to be a problem, his absence had left whispers (or maybe that was the accidental Draug touch, she wasn't sure now).

"What time is it?" she mumbled and pushed her glasses back into place to take a look at the wall clock. 12:13. AM? PM? She didn't know, and the clock wasn't telling her crap. Peace's office was decorated minimally. Perfect for someone who was - nine times out of ten - in her Handler's office, sleeping on his couch.

She picked up a pen and scribbled down the last thing she remembered, then stumbled towards Miklos's office. Her uniform was slightly more rumpled then usual thanks to her napping, but at least she wasn't late.

Or maybe she was twelve hours late.

Ugh.

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[techpire]

Donovath's phone started playing a song as Miklos walked in, and Donat's laugh was suspiciously well-timed to coincide with both the minions and Miklos.

"Come on, Miklos. I have places to go, people to see, Templars to track down."

[streamreader]

There were a few moments where he simply stared at Donat with something like disbelief. Something in the hallway had apparently distracted Apollo so that he'd lagged behind, but the Doberman trotted in through the open door and made a beeline for Peace, showering her face in wet-dog-kiss affection.

"Then let's get this over with, shall we? The better to prevent whatever that was from ever playing in my presence ever again.."

[pace_tua]

Peace groaned and rolled over, away from Apollo. "Shh, no, Apollo," she grumbled and pressed her face into the back of the couch.

[techpire]

"You've never seen Despicable Me? That's a tragedy." Donat grinned. No remorse at all. "Long story short, Miklos. Fisherman had an artifact from the ship that came back that the undead were interested in. Now the fisherman's dead, but I can't find the artifact. I've been all over Kingsmouth. Lots of jewelry, but nothing like what I'm looking for. I can't find the wendigo that killed him and I have caught a Templar following me around. For lack of a damn huge wendigo, I'm tracking the Templar."

[streamreader]

".. No." The grin was met with a bland expression.

He listened to everything Donat had to report, movement on the tablet's screen indicating that he was likely updating a file somewhere.

"That sounds like a lot of 'I can'ts' but you've been doing this long enough by now that I shouldn't have to tell you what to do about that. The update is, of course, appreciated so we didn't wonder if you'd disappeared into the void. If you eventually come across any intel that anyone might be able to actually plug into a search then I'll be sure to update you with any leads.."

Miklos looked past him a moment at Apollo but decided not to use the command that would have brought the dog to his side. It was more amusing letting the animal seek attention from Peace, which had advanced to half-laying on her. The dog wasn't technically allowed on the couch and was cheating by the fact that his hind end remained on the floor while his front end was resting on the girl.

[pace_tua]

Peace murmured at the dog and patted his head gently while she tried to get back to sleep. It wasn't entirely impossible, but it was much harder with half of a nearly ninety-pound dog on her. "Moose dog," she muttered. "Much big. Very heavy. Wow."

The dog didn't seem to care, though her pats were getting slower and slower now.

[techpire]

Donat rolled his eyes. "Miklos, do you think I'd be sitting here empty handed if I could have Googled the answer? Honestly."

"I saw references to the Necklace of the Goddess in the guy's house. Considering the town's under attack from ancient Norse sea monsters and that thing was calling them like the damned Pied Piper, I'd think maybe he was talking about Brisingamen? Perhaps." A few taps on his phone and another Despicable Me video started playing. "Templar was an American woman. Didn't get a good look at her, but she didn't seem like she was having much trouble against the undead. Probably Bee-approved."

[streamreader]

"I meant something a bit more sophisticated than Google," he said with a hint of irritation in his tone. He assumed that his meaning should have been obvious.

At least he could get some amount of satisfaction in killing the video's sound with barely a glance.

[pace_tua]

Peace's hand stopped moving.

Somewhere in the in-between the voices, and the dream, came again. She was quiet; the background noise of Donat and Miklos speaking (sniping) at each other a grounding lullaby.

She murmured in her sleep, the tactical piece forever on her ear recording her words for later.

[techpire]

Donat rolled his eyes and hit the sound again. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I do know. Why do I always feel like you're the old man in the room, Miklos?" He laughed at the video, then pocketed the phone.

"Like I said, if I had more to go on, I wouldn't be here cluttering up your office..." He stopped, frowned, then peered over at Peace on the couch. "Out like a light, huh?"

[streamreader]

"Because I do not share your immature sense of humour..? Perhaps if you remembered the appropriate time and place for such things you would understand me the first time. Note where I said if you came upon anything additional to go on I would update you. I realize that everything you have now is vague.."

He took a sip of his coffee, deciding to refrain from going on though he could have. Ideally Donat would finally get things into his head. His patience ran more thin when it came to the man, seeing as he expected better given his advanced age and experience. The little things he could forgive in the 20-somethings grated on his nerves when they were coming from Donat. Unfair? Perhaps. But he was the thirteenth handler according to the file and was already geared up for a challenge.

He looked over to Peace and the dog that was still half-laying on her. "She has no respect for the rules.."

[pace_tua]

Peace slept, well, peacefully. Her hand had stopped moving, but still rested comfortably on Apollo. Her breathing was deep, even and she was well within the realm of sleep.

As it should be, if anyone bothered to ask her. She continued to murmur in her sleep, though, occasionally twitching a finger or a leg muscle as she slept.