David Park

Director of Hunting and Security of GRF || 36 || Human

[dcvidpark]

twinunhinged:

❝What? You don’t e͓̥͉n͚͉̘̦̺ͅj̸̩͍͈̣̬o̱̯̮y̲ this? I thought you humans loved pain. Though, I suppose you are used to being on the other side of such sensations. Though… I can’t help but ͎̩̺̬̪͉wo̦̣͚͝n͕̮͈͞d̘̖͈͉͞ͅe͖r͎͎ what p̵̲͕͉a͕̙̙ͅi͕̖̬̠̼̪͓n̛̤͓ brought you to this point.❞ The words would be somewhat difficult to understand, pieced together by shrieks and overlapping whispers that whirled around him not unlike an late summer’s wind. She noted his grip on his weapon and her heart lurched as he approached the image of herself. As he kicked forward, she took off in the opposite direction, running as fast as her two short legs would carry her. Her image dissipated in a cloud of smoke before vanishing completely. 

Puzzled, David swirled around looking for the spirit. The sounds beginning to overwhelm him. Too many to process and none of them the right one he was trying to pinpoint. “What...” he muttered, turning around again and seeing nothing. The slow dawning of his own imagination start to cement the illusions further. “WHERE ARE YOU?” he roared, over the sounds, trying to pull himself out from this situation wildly spiralling from his grasp. It wasn’t long before he was screaming in pain, kneeling on the floor and desperately trying extinguish what he thought were flames leaping up at his legs. 

[dcvidpark]

sorinvikare:

Sorin supposes he shouldn’t be surprised by who has found him- he’s spent a significant amount of time both around David and in his office and he knows his scent much better than he does any of the other humans. Lately, it’s been almost like the hunter’s been stalking him, but Sorin’s paid it little attention. He hasn’t approached him or made contact until now. Sorin had told him to leave, but of course the stubborn human didn’t listen. He doesn’t bother repeating himself. Really, he doesn’t get much of a chance to, because before he has another opportunity to speak David’s talking. Though his words aren’t particularly nasty, his tone is frigid and Sorin is feeling especially sensitive, so the vampires face crumples, a fresh new wave of tears starting up.

“Nooo,” Sorin defended, tone woeful. It was a simple word, an easy one but even so his voice cracks halfway through, and all that does is cause even more miserable tears. David’s never going to let him live this down. He’ll probably make fun of him for it forever. Why was he so mean to him? He sniffled, curling up as tightly as he could manage, willing himself to disappear. 

Then, David’s kneeling next to him, and that’s surprising enough but it’s… almost as if he’s patting Sorin on the back. That has him pausing, and since his next words hadn’t sounded so harsh, Sorin wavers for a handful of seconds before slumping directly into the human, seeking out the comforting contact of a familiar person. “David,” he said, “You’re my most favorite human and you’re tall, and- and I can’t remember how to walk anymore.” It’s only technically an exaggeration. He’s pretty sure if he tried to trek back to the GRF by himself right now, he’d give up and fail and curl back up on the ground to await the sun. However, going back to the chapel seems like the only remotely desirable plan. He’s just got to manage to get there. “Can you…” He started, pausing to send the hunter his very best puppy eyes, “Can I have a piggyback ride?”

David’s brows rose at the sobbing vampire at his feet, bawling harder after his authoritative words. Rolling his eyes and sighing the heaviest breath of air he had ever exhaled, he came to kneel by his crumpled form. To suddenly feel the weight of Sorin’s head pressed against his shoulder knocked him to the side slightly, out of surprise. He tutted quietly but stayed still allowing him to rest his head on him not out of any affection but rather because if he fell to the floor David would have to expend more energy pulling him up and  furthermore, if he decided to expel the contents of his stomach he could at least prevent him from choking.

He stared at the glassy eyes of the leech, peering up at him with mocking adoration. It took a substantial amount of effort to not laugh. “Cute.” he offered a short cynical smile with a nod but it was soon erased from his face. A piggyback ride? 

A P I G G Y B A C K RIDE? 

Sometimes, David severely questioned the choices he made in his life. He went to press a palm to the young vampires face and made an attempt to push him away with a disgusted huff. Instead he swung an arm around the back of him to reach across his shoulder and pull him up to his feet. The hunter being quite open to contact from someone else already enough of a deal. “On your feet, let’s get you back.” 

[youre-a-pain-blog]

Open Starter [For GRF Residents]

Ora never cared for the life of tipped toe shoes and the unimaginably tight corset that females were forced to wear in the early days of the Victorian Era. She let out a disgusted noise as she flipped through the magazine of the multitude of people using the corset as a fashion statement. Sure yeah, they did look hot. Elegant. Pristine. Tight. Suffocating. Fakeness.  Ok so maybe it wasn’t the corset itself and how it looked. Maybe it was the memory of what came before that created such misconceptions in her mind. Ora thumbed the edges of the magazine as she settled herself and crossed one leg over the other.

A loud knock on the door had her face tilt but nothing more. “Wha-aatt?!” she said half growl as she made a disgruntled noise. Movement can be heard in the room as well as the ever long downpour of water that finally stopped. Sure. Ora has been in the bath for maybe an hour… two, reading a magazine without any care in the world as she let the hot temperature of the shower head water create a steam (she swears it helps her skin not that she’s gonna give excuses). Sure she was probably wasting water but it was an indulgence.

If Ora Payne had something left over from her very old life it would be the lavish bathroom that all aristocrats that. The GRF bathroom barely held a candle to the lavish designs of old but the magic technology of the water heater definitely exceeded the use of candles under the tub and manual heating of water filled pots on fire places

The bathroom door opened and a thick steam left as cool air entered from the other side. Barely clothed, Ora held a smirk in place “Can’t a lady ever take a nice bath anymore? Where’s the fire?”  she exited the room to address whoever it was that had probably been knocking a few times already. Unless there were multiple who wanted to use the bathroom.

Not that she gave a damn.

[dcvidpark]

With a towel already in front of him, outstretched towards her and firmly covering the view with excess, he cracked a calm smile. “Excuse me, Miss Payne. This is not a facility for your use.” As far as he was aware, vampires did not need baths... he had not seen any other leeches need hours of soaking in water. For a species with an aversion to the sun he was not sure if drying out the skin even more was a good idea. “And I believe you have used the majority of hot water in the facility for today. I kindly advise you stop that.” Most of the complaints filtered to him, unfortunately. 

A small glance behind her, seeing the magazine on the floor and the huge rolls of steam still curling from the exit, it was quite apparent the offender did not have any intention of leaving any time soon. An apology formed on his lips although entirely devoid of any sincerity, he said it anyway, “Sorry to breakup your... spa session.”

[dcvidpark]

twinunhinged:

❝The truth of reality is never quite as black and white as many believe it to be…❞ She started, beginning to stalk around him while causing the image of herself to remain in its place. Her eyes remained on the weapon in his hand, knowing well that the humans had some knowledge of the weaknesses of the fae. It would not be unlikely for them to have iron bullets. Causing the sound of her voice to echo around them in a way akin to shouting in the middle of a cavern, she grinned. ❝I͖͓̰̟̮̟̳ ̶͇͙̞̹a̦̻̤m͚͍͙̹ ͇͎̝̱s̹͖̟̩h̷̺̙̮o̱͖̲̘̕w͈i̖͉̘͓ͅņ̝g̦̣̭̜͇̥ͅ ͝y̮͝ó̹̣͈u ̪͈̖̳́m̮̥͚͔y͘ ͈͕̥̭̤̣ͅt͉̗͈̺̜̀r͇̘͙̮͓͈͡ṳ̶̥̲̩th̞͚.̬̜̙̲͙̙❞

“Get out...” he muttered quietly, staring at her still image, the feeling of fingers curling around his head growing all the more present, digits beginning to dig into his temples. Eyes shutting tightly while her voice bounced against walls that were not real, echoing in a place that he wasn’t standing in, burning in. Struggling, with a snarl he refocused his glare, brought two hands to steady his aim and for the first time he hesitated as it seemed unlikely that she would not move for so long especially when he was armed. “Get out of my head.” he repeated stronger this time, instead of using his weapon he strode over to the image, suspicion in his gaze. Without full force he swung a kick towards the chest of the visage. 

[emmareids-blog]

✧ OPEN STARTER ✧ A starter inspired by song lyrics ✧

Emma had a box of chalk she’d acquired somewhere over the years. Sidewalk chalk to be exact. Though there wasn’t much place for it in the forest Emma had found a large rock that she was decorating. For no real reason than she was bored, she didn’t think she could stare at the cairns wondering what was wrong with them for another minute and frankly she didn’t quite know where to go from here. 

She was used to being able to visit the human world when she hit a wall in research like this. Honestly maybe it was life’s way of telling her to actually get out and do things. Talk to people instead of books. Emma never was great at reading signs like that. Only books. Only research and facts. They worked for her.

So she found herself walking around a rock doing a fairly random pattern but a pattern of swirls and vaguely vine like patterns. Swapping out colors - she’d done enough warm colors now she wanted to even it out with some blues, greens and purples. So she picked up a light violet colored chalk and went back to work. 

[dcvidpark]

In a small group of three, David was out to hunt. The hunters were growing restless, more of them going missing, no doubts as to why that was either. Best that they do their jobs better and hope that the two siblings at the top of the pyramid might take notice. The group stayed low and quiet prowling through the forest fully armed and in full gear. With the other two hidden prone in the bushes, David had been stood watching the woman draw on a rock with chalk. 

Advancing forward (with a simple hand gesture to his teammates) he moved to her side, looking at her designs slowly up and down. A look of judgement passing his features. “Looks rather... juvenile.”

[dcvidpark]

twinunhinged:

Aislinn stood in place, almost eerily still as she studied his body language. She could smell the distinct scent of iron within him. Even without it, his clothing would have given him away. Perhaps, he was one of those that Erasmus had warned him to avoid. Hearing his words, she noted that he was far too eager to rid himself of someone whose appearance was often misleading in its nonthreatening nature. The idea made her smile, allowing her head to loll to the side, as she projected the image of her skin beginning to melt off of her face as if held barely above an increasingly hot flame. ❝Unfortunate for y̵̟̪͚o͜u̫̜͍͓͎ ̫oͅf̙̙͚̹̥̖̼̕ ͈̘̮͚̗̠͟c͍̬̘̘ó̹͖̫͕̱̜̼u̠̮̟̰ͅr̜̩̖̩̱͠s̟̗̲͇e❞ Her voice changed becoming further distorted as she approached him. The image of a wall of flame wrapped itself around them, giving the illusion of no possible escape from her. Even as she led him to feel as if flames were beginning to wrap around his legs like snakes.

Mouth running dry while he watched the impossible happen before him, he took a small step back only to find heat growing up his legs. This can’t be happening, this is illogical. Even from the limited magic he had seen none had worked with such an immediacy. “I don’t think so.” he grumbled, fighting back at the invasive feeling of something crawling into his head, snaking around his neck. The feeling lingered, the heat dancing between cooling and warming while he made his best efforts to resist. Struggling to maintain his concentration, he still pulled his weapon from his coat, aiming at the stranger with shaking hands. “What are you doing to me?” 

[sorinvikare]

open starter: prompt- being intoxicated.

Once the idea had entered his mind, he hadn’t been able to get it to leave.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been since the party: All he knew was that he’d spent every moment since then seeing his brother’s Zaharia’s face. It hadn’t been real, he knew that, but it was enough to have him spiraling, feeling void of everything but the unique sort of loneliness and guilt that came from having killed the only people that had ever cared about him enough not to walk away. With that knowledge at the forefront of his mind, he’d spent days- maybe weeks, by now, he’d made no effort to keep track of time- avoiding everyone and everything, seeking complete solitude. It was a little hard to manage, but the GRF had plenty of places to hide and if anyone came close to discovering him in one spot he moved on to the next, feeding off blood bags whenever he had to and spending the rest of his time either brooding or staring off into space. 

Sorin couldn’t stop thinking of the fact that he’d seen him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about seeing him again. And then came the realization that the impossible had already happened once- why couldn’t it happen a second time?

So he’d left the facility and began wandering forest, searching as carefully as he could in the area where it had happened, but there was nothing. Which meant that he had to branch out, and he didn’t find his brother, but he did find something- someone stupid enough to be drunk and wandering the forest alone at night. Their blood was satisfying because blood was always satisfying and it had the added bonus of getting him drunk but even so he found that he hadn’t enjoyed it, not the way he was used to, and he also didn’t feel that overwhelming rush of guilt that usually came flooding over him when he finished feeding from someone. He was just tired.

He kept up the search for a while longer before giving up. Somehow, he’d known that it wouldn’t work out- he didn’t deserve the chance to see him again, not after what he’d done. Eventually, he sank to the floor, ignoring the way the snow seeped through his clothing. He pulled his knees in close to his body, resting his arms across them and his chin atop his arms. He didn’t realize he was crying until something wet was dripping onto his skin. At first, he figured it was blood leftover from his meal, but it was colorless. He swiped at his face with furious, trembling hands; he doesn’t get to cry for them, he doesn’t have the right, not when he’s the reason they’re dead. 

He doesn’t register the fact that someone’s found him until they’re only a short distance from him. Ordinarily, Sorin tries his best to be welcoming and open, interested in meeting new faces and making friends, but any desire for that has been filled with despondency. He doesn’t bother to check who it is before he speaks- it doesn’t matter. “Leave me,” he muttered. Just because he’d finally ventured out of his usual hiding spots didn’t mean he had any desire for company or conversation.

[dcvidpark]

While Sorin might have thought he was quite good at keeping himself hidden, David had been occasionally tailing the young vampire and keeping and eye on him especially after his previous antics. Being a hunter, and perhaps the only capable one in the facility, he’d found patterns in his activities, the same few hiding places, some David could not track down. While he kept track, he never came close. No contact, no words. His efforts made purely so his office would not suffer once again. 

On a particular day, while David was on duty outside the facility, he watched a figure slowly push through the snow further and further into the distant trees. A figure he soon identified to be Sorin. With no others accompanying him, a small moment of worry crossed his mind. The vampire was young, reckless and seemingly having a tough time, all three of which a poor combination to be alone with. Sighing quietly, he made a single gesture to where he was going to his colleagues and went after the vampire. Armed with far more abilities than David, himself, he was sure Vikare would be fine. Of course. 

Losing him for some time, he methodically searched in a radius looking for traces of the boy through disappearing footsteps and the occasional drop of blood. At least he’s fed. Coming to a halt by a tree where the newest and freshest trailings of footsteps led to, he found the boy curled up with tears dribbling from his eyes no less. Unfortunately, comforting was not in his job description.

“Hey. You think it's funny wandering off on your own?” David started coldly, unsure of how to help, if he were supposed to even help. A crackle sounded in his ear, he needed to leave soon. Pushing the carbine in his hands round to his side, clicking the safety back on. He knelt down by the vampire. The closer view of his face only dawning a realization on the hunter that this was staring at the face of a serious emotional break down and not a teenage strop. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” With a quiet sight the hunter gave the vampire a gentle slap on the back of the shoulder hoping to usher him up.

[ailisinwonderland]

✧ OPEN STARTER ✧ Your muse making a mistake ✧

Ailis had left the cabin early this morning. She just wanted some fresh air because she’d been cooped up inside for the past few days and decided it was time to get out. She couldn’t help herself though- even out and about she’d brought something to play with. It wasn’t anything major she was just trying to rewire a cellphone she’d found in pieces. It was old, like one of the old bricks but Ailis just wanted to fix it because … well why not.

So she’d found herself seated on a log with her legs crossed and bent over the little device. She placed the back on the phone and turned it over. Pressing the power button she gave it just a teensy bit of power to the battery. There was a crackle and a spark on that back. She could feel the heat in her hand. She dropped it as the little cellphone began to spark again and smoke. She quickly stepped on it. Making the pieces fall apart again- disconnecting whatever was sparking inside. She then immediately looked around to see if anyone happened to have caught that. Or if she could pretend it never happened.

[dcvidpark]

Back tracking through the forest, methodically retracing the steps of his colleagues he reached the spot where someone Clark had dropped his cell phone somehow. Brow furrowing when the device was not there, his gaze swiftly turned to the sound of static and a bloom of light erupting nearby. He curiously wandered over. 

Finally finding the cell phone, his gaze traced up from the pieces up to the woman standing on it. A quiet exhale falling from his lips. Life draining from his soul as he imagined the ruckus the other hunter would cause back at the facility. “You just crushed the hope and dreams of a child.” 

[dcvidpark]

irisofwolves:

An eyebrow rose as the hunter turned back and faced forward, his face showing a sense of confusion and uneasiness. What exactly was he looking at? And what exactly about this thing was causing him such confusion? From what she had seen of the man, it wasn’t easy to make him lose his composure. Iris bristled as he moved closer to his weapon. She knew how easy it was for that weapon to be turned against her, and she didn’t think that returning to the Caves with a gunshot wound would be the best way to end this Winter Solstice.

At his words, Iris pushed herself away from the tree and moved closer, only to take a half-step backwards in shock. The fuck? Figures surrounded the hunter, some of them barely having form. Some looked like smoke in the wind, while others looked like real beings. It— what the fuck? She wanted to move closer, but the absurdness, the otherwordliness of it all had her rooted to her spot. Where had they come from? “I guess I was wrong. There are other people in this area.” She planted herself, getting ready for a fight. “Who are they? No— What are they?”

"What the hell do you all want now?" Was this some sort of trick? Trying to make him feel remorse for his actions? The figures never moved any closer but the more he tried to see them clearly the more the appeared to be. Wounds still in tact. He thought back to his encounter with the enchanter. This must be similar. Searching between the trees and the bushes on the ground he looked for any solid figure, hiding prone, this surely has to be the reason. The few steps he took forward, had the people moving with him, maintaining the same distance away, never hostile just w a t c h i n g. 

“What is this...?” he repeated again through gritted teeth, “Is this your doing?” he turned to his only companion in this madness but even then that answer was obvious. Partially as a test, he unholstered his weapon and fired a single round straight through the forehead of the nearest shadowy figure. No effect. Momentarily it seemed the force pushed away every single one, wiping the slate clean. It was soon clear he was wrong when two more solid figures began to solidify closer to him. 

[dcvidpark]

irisofwolves:

The festivities had died down, and Iris wanted to slip away before something happened at the party. Camila might give her trouble for leaving the party, but she figured it was an acceptable time to go. She made her way through the forest, cursing as she nearly tripped on a pile of twigs. The leaves rustled around her as she knelt down. What the— Were the sticks in the forest normally this perfectly shaped? Or was there some foul magick at play? She picked up one of the twigs, trying to figure out exactly why there seemed to be a trail of perfectly shaped sticks lining the forest floor. 

Her head snapped up at the sound of someone speaking. She slowly got up, trying to figure out who was demanding— ah. To the right. Iris leaned forward against a tree as she watched the hunter reach for his weapon. She had seen this man a handful of times, and she had yet to find out his name. The hunter seemed to be staring at something she couldn’t see, try as she might. “The only person in this area is me, I believe. If you weren’t referring to me, then I am really confused.”

His gaze swivelled to a second figure beside him. Much clearer. Exhaling slowly in a gentle huff of white he counted to ten in his head, not willing to lose his mind just yet. Luckily this stranger he had seen multiple times helped him ground himself back in reality again. “No. There’s...-” he turned back to the figure ahead of him but it was no longer there. His skin bristled. 

Hand moving slowly away from his weapon, the air felt heavy while the darkness enclosed them further. Soon he started to see many figures and shadows, vague faces he recognised, some he knew from hunts, the facility, prisoners, other hunters, magicks. “Do you see this?” he whispered, his mouth ran dry.

[dcvidpark]

theyoungergrimm:

“That’s a pity,” he said, brushing over the implied question. “I thought that out of all the hunters you were the most likely to have kept track of that.” He hadn’t expected David to be so closed off but maybe he should have. He could possibly have Erasmus go poking around, or possibly that other one that was always messing with the hunter, but he’d have to be careful. He couldn’t seem too interested. “Well, I do need to go, but if you remember anything, please let me know. And try to file complete reports about your encounters in the forest, it makes things easier for all of us.” With a smile he turned and walked out of the office, expression turning to a scowl as soon as his back was turned.

Gaze narrowing slightly, he gave Hans a curt nod. “You would assume correctly.” Yet again, the question arose of how his boss knew about this only had dangerous answers, as always those, he would not accuse the man, it was his business after all. The hunter flashed a smile, “Of course, Doctor.” watching him leave, a larger smile broke across his lips - victory. 

[dcvidpark]

twinunhinged:

Aislinn’s ears lost track of him with the distractions of the various disturbing sounds projected by her magick. They mixed with sounds of the forest and the distant party until she’d lost the intruding footsteps completely. The fae continued forward, even faster until the figure rose up ahead. She stopped, allowing her face to fall flat as her head tilted slowly to the side. She felt a distinct lack of magick in the man before her, but knew well that simple feelings could be deceiving. ❝I’ve seen many. This one was full of… distractions.❞ She found it odd how it seemed she’d only just left the party when the answer to her problems decided to land right in front of her.

A distinct sense of dread began to dawn on him the longer he stood in the stranger’s presence. The same feeling he would get if he were vastly outnumbered - the feeling that he was way in over his head. Never one to back down from his fears though he stood strong, rooted to the spot. Although in a nonchalant shrug and a scratch of his ear he had left his mic on so if anything did happen he might get some help. “Unfortunate.” For who? He glanced briefly in the direction of the party. All the people there. Why would this one be on her own? “Dangerous to be out here alone. You should head back.”

[dcvidpark]

What was that? David turned to a soft rustling sound while on his way back to the facility. Scanning the horizon, he could barely even see the festivities any more, the lights so dim in the distance they even began to f a d e. His brow furrowed at the sight. Looking upwards, even the silver of the canopy was slowly ebbing away. . . . Tense, he turned around again the sounds closer. The grinding of metal. He took a tentative step in the direction and the usual dry snap of twigs sounded underfoot, except as he looked at each one they were oddly similar in length. David blinked twice. His eyes adjusting to the growing shadows but he could not yet tell if his gaze was deceiving him. Backing off, unsure of which direction he was going in anymore, he squinted at a figure in the distance. A hand raising up in his defence, his other hand going to his weapon but even then he did not unholster it.

“What is this? Who are you...?” he muttered, both not wanting to draw attention to himself but needing to know the answers.

@irisofwolves

[dcvidpark]

theyoungergrimm:

Hans sighed and looked pointedly at his watch. “A few weeks back, around when you were infected with the virus, I believe. There was some sort of altercation with an enchanter and you obtained their knife.” His gaze drifted around David’s office, a polite disinterest in his eyes, before returning to the hunter in front of him. “I’m unclear on whether you killed this enchanter or just let them escape, both of which are disappointing, but that’s in the past. I would like to salvage what we could from…mistakes you may have made while ill, and the chance to study the personal possession of an enchanter would be quite interesting.” 

Mistakes. The use of that word in such a context highly offended him but, of course as with any dealings related so closely to work, he suppressed his feelings. Their relevance so minuscule in the grand scheme of things all he could do was let out a quiet sigh. “I’m sorry, Doctor, I am no longer in possession of the knife.” He retorted evenly, since he was going to be so rude about it, David was not going to be so open to handing it over. The only way Hans would have known about this would have either been through Greta or the enchanter himself. “I also do not recall telling any of my colleagues about this...” Indirectly questioning his boss, David left the statement open for Hans to explain himself. 

[twinunhinged]

► CLOSEDSTARTER || @dcvidpark

Aislinn’s hands threaded through her hair beneath the flowers that surrounded her head. She could feel her magick. It was stronger in the light of the winter solstice and she had knows that she would suffer for it. However, it would do her no good to begin projecting nightmarish illusions onto a part of magick users. It would only be foolish to try anything. Instead, she found herself walking further into the trees, away from the festivities until the sounds of such were barely more than background noise. She’d been walking for some time when she began to time her footsteps more unevenly with the fear that another pair of feet were falling ever so slightly out of time with her own. Satisfied with her inference that she was, in fact, not alone and not simply experiencing illusion, she began to quicken her pace.

[dcvidpark]

On the outskirts of the party, he watched someone eventually peel away from the crowd. A note to his colleagues through his earpiece and he was soon following the figure through the trees. He thought his footsteps were unnoticed especially with the distant noise as a distraction but soon he sensed he had been spotted. He came to a halt and hid himself low against the ground. Moving round the trees he took an alternate route round and manoeuvred himself through bushes till he was closer. Eventually standing up to reveal himself, seeing no point in keeping quiet, he addressed the stranger, “Not interested in the party?”

[dcvidpark]

greta-grimm:

Such a boring creature. Greta thought to herself as she poured herself a drink, her father had once told her never to trust a man who didn’t permit himself a little vice now and then. She wondered absently if that was the beast’s excuse for his temper, not that it mattered now. Greta sat opposite David and leveled her eyes upon him, he was always careful, always calculated, but there was something different about him today.

“I’m feeling well now David, thank you.” Greta stated smoothly, her eyes moved to his hand, and then back to his face. The virus had had something of a positive effect on David, though, he appeared to be back to normal now. “Are you nervous, David?” 

“Glad to hear it.” he nodded. Her observance struck him a little, he must have been quite obviously unsettled for even Greta to notice. Exhaling slowly through his nostrils, he counted down from three to calm his nerves before he continued. “Apologies... The virus had me on edge for some time. The effects are still wearing off.” A general excuse was going to have to do, since he was still not privy to tell what had happened with him and Aibell. 

Moving on quickly, he tried to get to the point. “Did you wish to discuss the reports on the virus?”

[dcvidpark]

David’s phone pictures 1/???

Note to self: ask the leech where he got all this tin foil from...

@sorinvikare