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Fish Didn't Talk
« on: July 31, 2018, 11:11:25 AM »
With a grateful sigh, Travis the hunter sat down next to the largest tank in L.As aquarium, a large look plopped down next to him on the stone bench. He tiredly took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes as he leaned on his knees. It was around nine in the morning, the aquarium had just opened so it was quite empty at the moment. He had a hunt last night that had just finished about an hour ago, which was why he wasn't at home at the moment. Travis had "cooldown" time after work, normally after his shower and change of clothes that would be thrown away. Yes, a waste of money indeed but almost always necessary in his line of work.

Travis kept his glasses off as he looked over to the tank that he sat by. His glasses weren't actually needed to see, he had nearly perfect vision. But it wasn't perfect and he had to have everything perfect in his world so he had his glasses so he wouldn't miss a thing. It wouldn't do for him to miss a detail on a demon or hag or artifact and have that be his downfall. His hazel eyes followed the tiger shark that lazily swam by him, not a care in the world. He wondered what that type of world was like, being a normal human being. Travis hadn't much of a choice in his life, being born into the Templars. They weren't an organization that you just left either. Retirement was an option, once you hit a certain age or achieved a certain level in the hierarchy. That was never his goal though, his mind was too yearning for that. Travis planned on learning until he took his last breath.

Speaking of learning, Travis looked from the shark to the book he brought. It was picked up on the hunt he just finished. The hunter hoped it had information on some of the artifacts he had sitting in his office, safely locked away in his cabinet of projects he had yet to finish. One thing Travis truly wanted was to bring a few of the treasures to Ataius to see if the demon knew of any of them, but he didn't know if the Templars would allow them off the campus. He rolled his eyes slightly at the thought as he opened the book to start reading.
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Ynis Brackenridge

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Re: Fish Didn't Talk
« Reply #1 on: January 19, 2019, 12:57:17 PM »
Heat.  Humidity.  Smog.

The weather around Los Angeles, around this Broken City of Dreams,  weighed on Ynis, particularly on days like this.  She'd longed to stay on the East Coast, in Maine or Nova Scotia, in a place where the sweet smell of sea brine was not smothered by the scent of human pollution and smog.  Some days she couldn't even remember why she'd willingly come here.  When she'd traveled across the country, very carefully selecting a mostly aluminium vehicle to keep the affect of iron to a minimum, first to Washington, then down the coast to Oregon, and finally California, she'd been chasing what turned out to be very much a broken dream.

She shoved her hands into her pockets as she moved through the entrance of the aquarium after paying her admission fee.  As she entered, she saw the distorted sunlight flickering through the water of the first few exhibits, momentarily comforting her in the midst of rather dark thoughts.

Her people were rare, and she had come chasing rumors of them on the opposite coast.  With as cruel as the world was, only a few couples tried to whelp each year, and only a few of those pups ever survived.  That there'd been three surviving pups from the year that Ynis had been whelped, in the middle of the Depression had been amazing in and of itself.  But outside of the British Isles, and outside of places like Alaska, she'd heard very few rumors of her fellow Selkies.  The rumors that had driven her to the West Coast had been mere whispers - the supposed siting of one of her kind, like fins vanishing beneath the waves. 

She'd turned up empty handed.  What little contact she'd had with other Therians had provided little more than a few more rumors.  But she'd willingly chased those rumors down the coast, until they'd turned out to be nothing more than memories from a time long past, and Los Angeles had earned it's name in her mind as the City of Broken Dreams.

She could have gone back to the East Coast, but she'd needed a cover for her travel, and had ended up accepting a position as an accountant here in Los Angeles, and she was bound to that contract and the city for at least six months to a year.  At least, she thought, the city had access to the sea.  She could answer the call of the sea each month and not risk her skin as a result.  So there were worst places she could have ended up, but that didn't mean that she didn't miss the cool summers and the cold winters of New England.

She paused before a display of fish, standing close to the glass near one corner of the tank, out of the way of children and their parents.  Her eyes flickered from fish to fish, watching the display of tropical fauna as they danced through the carefully filtered salt water the Aquarium provided them.   A part of her found this place depressing, the thought of being stuck behind glass her entire life making a shiver run up her skin.  At the same time, it gave humans a chance to see wildlife, to learn about them, and maybe, just maybe, expand their own horizons. 

Humans had spent plenty of time mucking up the environment.  She could only hope that places like this helped them learn how important it was to protect the waters.

Re: Fish Didn't Talk
« Reply #2 on: March 24, 2019, 11:30:32 AM »
Deeply absorbed in his book, Travis lost an idea of the outside world for a time. Granted, with the training he had received since he could walk, his awareness was always on high alert. One of his more nerdy colleagues had called it "Spider-Sense", from the Marvel comics. It was a simple point of view that Travis was slightly envious of. Travis's brain automatically stopped as his thoughts halted his absorption of the material he was supposed to be gaining. That was his "special power": if Travis wasn't learning something, his brain let him know within a second. It was an exhausting skill, something that took mindfulness to the next level. If Travis wasn't learning, he would have to spend the next 5-10 minutes on why he wasn't learning. Sometimes it was an injury he had taken, sometimes it was he had learned enough, sometimes it was he needed to work on something else for a while. Then times like now, it was Travis was feeling emotions.
 
Emotions weren't forbidden, in a sense. But they easily did get in the way. So it was taught to avoid emotions as much as possible. Of course, with every new generation of recruits in the Templars, there was always one or two that would challenge the way things were run or present a new perspective on the set of rules that had been used for millennia. One such group of students was currently trying to convince the Council that emotions could actually fuel the Hunters in the non-ending fight that they all were caught in. Paper after paper after study after study had shown a bit of promise, but nothing to make anyone's' head turn. Travis himself had volunteered for a study, his topic being "revenge of a loved one". Travis was able to show vengeance, but not to the degree of wanting to let it rule his actions.

A shadow crossed over Travis's book, catching his attention for a moment. He glanced up to see a rather pretty looking woman observing the aquarium. He couldn't see all of her since her back was facing him. He gave a gentle thought to this woman's life: wondering if she knew of the world hidden from humans, wondering if she had ever knowingly interacted with a beast of any form, wondering if she knew how simple her living actually was. An idea formed slowly with Travis: how about a study of humans? How about their emotions, pain levels, learning curve, reactions to supernatural interactions? A sly smirk crept on his features.

"This is one of the best times to visit the aquarium. It's before the schools start flooding in and the sun is at its clearest," Travis offered gently.