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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[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.