> Reply to: @RenFair Leavitt (@Nocty (Hanzō/RenFair) - PING) > Meanwhile, Ren indulged in his tea he totally was drinking before but the author is a dumb fuck and forgot to mention it, so le... The way the wolf spoke, it was obvious that something tragic had happened, though it doesn't stop the small flutter of his heart when their palms brush against each other. "It's beautiful," he says softly, his tail curling itself around his leg again. "I have something similar...of Celeste's...it was her favorite novel, before she passed..." He continues looking through the various titles that are scattered around for a moment before sitting back down, biting his lip a bit.

> Reply to: @ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴍᴀʀᴀ (@Mairon✨ (Tav: Adriel)) > Once he finishes his slice of cake, he stands and starts to look through the tomes scattered around Ren's apartment, taking note... Meanwhile, Ren indulged in his tea he totally was drinking before but the author is a dumb fuck and forgot to mention it, so lets pretend he had it the moment he let Rick in, okay? Okay. At first he didn't noticed the cambion finding the book but when he did, he froze. Shit. "I.." Fuck. He thought he had it hidden in his bedroom. He must had left it here after his meltdown after the cemetery visit. "No.. ." He stood up, cautiously approaching the demon, his hands gently scooping the book away from his hands, their palms touching in the process. "It belonged to my daughters." The book itself was a collection of old fairy tales, beautifully illustrated too.

> Reply to: @RenFair Leavitt (@Nocty (Hanzō/RenFair) - PING) > RenFair chuckled. "I just love reading." It was more of an addiction by now. It started back when he was a boy, books being t... Once he finishes his slice of cake, he stands and starts to look through the tomes scattered around Ren's apartment, taking note of the ones that piqued his interest. He cocks his head to the side curiously when he sees the children's book, however, attention now caught. He carefully picks it up, not wanting to potentially damage the book. It being the only one he's spotted so far, he figures it probably has quite a bit of value to Ren, and the last thing he wants to do is damage something irreplaceable. "Was this one yours when you were young?" he asks, tail swaying lazily behind him.

> Reply to: @ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴍᴀʀᴀ (@Mairon✨ (Tav: Adriel)) > "It's impressive. My office library at home is nowhere near as expansive as this...not to mention, it's mostly law books," he sa... RenFair chuckled. "I just love reading." It was more of an addiction by now. It started back when he was a boy, books being the only escape from his father's abuse. They always opened a door for him to a different, better world. "If you find something interesting you, feel free to borrow it." He encouraged the cambion. A lot of those books were circling around zoology. Anatomy, behaviors, biology, not only about regular animals but the magical ones too. He could also find some history titles too. And then there were novels, fiction, horror and poetry. All mixed together. What was bizarre though, was a one specific book. An old children's book.

> Reply to: @RenFair Leavitt (@Nocty (Hanzō/RenFair) - PING) > RenFair's gaze follows Rick's. There is proudness in his smile. A lot of those books were scientific but Rick could find nove... "It's impressive. My office library at home is nowhere near as expansive as this...not to mention, it's mostly law books," he says with a soft chuckle. "It seems you have quite the variety, too. I'm curious about what all you have, other than the novels and poetry we discussed that night in the greenhouse." He's always prided himself on his love of learning new things, and Ren's book collection certainly seemed to be a great place to start - more so than the library, at least.

> Reply to: @ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴍᴀʀᴀ (@Mairon✨ (Tav: Adriel)) > "If you wouldn't mind, I've never been able to make a cake taste this good," he says, humming happily as his tail continues to g... RenFair's gaze follows Rick's. There is proudness in his smile. A lot of those books were scientific but Rick could find novels and poetry among them. Some of the titles were the ones they spoke before, it was easy to tell which ones were truly wolf's favourite, given how worn the books were. "Decades." He answered. He brought some from his old house. An embodiment of loneliness and escapism but RenFair liked them none the less.

> Reply to: @RenFair Leavitt (@Nocty (Hanzō/RenFair) - PING) > The wolf's smile cracked a bit into that awkwardness Rick witnessed before, but he bravely endured the further uncomfortable co... "If you wouldn't mind, I've never been able to make a cake taste this good," he says, humming happily as his tail continues to gently wag. A brief stretch of silence follows as he looks around the room, taking note of the sheer amount of books. "How long have you been building this collection for? I'm guessing most - if not all of these - are yours?" Some of them definitely look more worn than others, and he's curious if it's due to age, the amount of times they had been read, or a combination of the two.

> Reply to: @ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴍᴀʀᴀ (@Mairon✨ (Tav: Adriel)) > "Alcohol, curiosity about the level of truth behind some rumors I'd heard over the years, an overactive imagination, and a tail ... The wolf's smile cracked a bit into that awkwardness Rick witnessed before, but he bravely endured the further uncomfortable confessions. "You are fine." He assured him. No matter how uncomfortable he was with Rick's specific behaviors, he understood where he was coming from. Loneliness. It was something they both could relate to. "I can ask him for a recipe next time I see him, if you wish." He proposed.

> Reply to: @RenFair Leavitt (@Nocty (Hanzō/RenFair) - PING) > "I'll be right back then." The wolf chirped friendly and disappeared to one of the rooms, which was his actual office. Few mome... "Alcohol, curiosity about the level of truth behind some rumors I'd heard over the years, an overactive imagination, and a tail that refuses to behave," he says, flushing a bit with embarrassment. "A perfect storm for embarrassing oneself, if you ask me." The cambion relaxes a bit more, tail unwinding itself slightly from its position around his leg as he takes a bite of cake, humming appreciatively. "Mmm, that's delicious...and I'm glad there's no hard feelings. I'd hate for my drunken faux pas to be the ruinous end of our friendship." Good. He hadn't completely fucked it up. He'd just avoid drinking while they're together, that should keep things under control. He finally takes note of Ren's relaxed appearance, and the fact that, well...he looks good like this. Far better than the sleep deprived, disheveled mess that the cambion thinks himself to be at the moment. Perhaps he should take up writing again when he heads back to his office, considering the new muse that the other man seems to be instilling in him. Another bite of the cake refocuses his attention however, a happy hum leaving him as his tail wags slightly. "This is a damn good chocolate cake...you said a student gave you this?" If it's homemade, he'll have to find the recipe, it's near perfect-

> Reply to: @ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴍᴀʀᴀ (@Mairon✨ (Tav: Adriel)) > "Ah, sure," he says, sitting down and glancing around the office space. The fact that Ren had greeted him so warmly helped to ea... "I'll be right back then." The wolf chirped friendly and disappeared to one of the rooms, which was his actual office. Few moments later he came back with a plate, a chocolate slice of cake resting on it. "There you go." After handing it to his guest, he sat down himself. He was clearly feeling at home, given how his buttoned up shirt had rolled up sleeves on his biceps, few buttons set loose, giving a peak to his chest. RenFair listened to him, his smile did not falter but the compliment made him slightly blush. He chuckled, trying to mask it. "You are forgiven, Rick." There was no hesitation. "I believe it was alcohol speaking." And hormones. "Not you."

> Reply to: @RenFair Leavitt (@Nocty (Hanzō/RenFair) - PING) > He knew who was knocking before even opening the door. Warm smile plastered on the wolf's lips greeted Richard as if nothing ha... "Ah, sure," he says, sitting down and glancing around the office space. The fact that Ren had greeted him so warmly helped to ease his nerves a bit, though he was still far from relaxed. He's quiet for a moment before he speaks again, his voice soft as he fiddles with a loose thread on his sleeve. "I...I wanted to apologize for what happened at the party...it was unbecoming of me, and while you are a very attractive man, I value our friendship far more than that." His tail is still wound tightly around his leg, once again betraying his emotional state - though he'd rather be visibly nervous over making Ren uncomfortable again.

> Reply to: @ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴍᴀʀᴀ (@Mairon✨ (Tav: Adriel)) > He's nervous as he knocks on Ren's door, tail wrapped around his leg. Gods below, he's really hoping he hasn't completely fucked... He knew who was knocking before even opening the door. Warm smile plastered on the wolf's lips greeted Richard as if nothing happened between them at the party. "Rick, please, come in." It became clear the office was also RenFair's home, the amount of books towering everywhere, the furniture, none of it looked office-like. "Would you like some cake?" The man gestured for the cambion to take a seat in an armchair. "One of the students gifted some to me, I'm afraid I am unable to eat it all on my own." He chuckled.

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He's nervous as he knocks on Ren's door, tail wrapped around his leg. Gods below, he's really hoping he hasn't completely fucked their friendship up. Perhaps he should pay a visit to Agaricus after this and get a bit of that calming tea the professor seems to drink on a regular basis.

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“I will let you know if anything develops in the meantime.” He stands. Again, his knees make an unpleasant sound. He shakes the offered hand, his tail tucking between his ankles neatly snd out of the way as he tucks his documents under his arm. “Good luck on your search.” There’s a swirl of shadowy magic, like curling tendrils of smoke. In a dark *puff*, he disappears.

The wolf rubbed his empty eyesocket, realizing he has no eye patch on. "I do not wish to be a pessimist, however in this case..." He covered the scar with his hair, not because he was insecure but he didn't wanted to bother his companion with the sight. "..catching one live might be close to impossible. If they are this unstable, they do not posses any sense of survival instincts and will not back off until they kill us." He has seen such cases before, long time ago when lycans were considered just monsters to be killed on sight. Those who lost control could be pierced with silver spears and it still did not made them cease attacking. "I will take care of the victims then. Dead and alive." It was a wise and logical choice, given Ren could catch on a scent either from a corpse or living person. It also wouldn't be the first time he would do a biopsy. Standing up, the wolf extended his hand for a strong handshake. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention, profesor Wildfel."

“I can do some research. Contact local authorities.” He mumbles. “If we can draw a beat on these creatures it will be capture one… or even triangulate their source.” He runs a hand over his greying stubble and draws a deep(ish) breath. “It’s may be worthwhile to examine the victims, if possible. See if the survivors remember anything useful… or if the dead have any notable marks or comparative wounds.” He looks up at the wolf. “Shall we investigate and regroup in my office? If you pursue the victims in source of a scent trail, I can question the police.”

The wolf nods in agreement and returns files to the other professor. Becoming an investigator of a such severe case wasn't on his bingo list but he would be unable to sleep at night if he didn't helped. "I agree." He instantly accepted the proposal of a team up. "I believe police can't do much if they have no clue what they are fighting against." Looks like his classes have to wait a little. It meant he and his students would need to put some extra effort to catch up with the program but.. this was too severe to just let it slide. "If there is a specific area they appear in frequently or.. if there is a fresh victim, I could potentially catch a scent and track them down." Anything really. Even a piece of fur or a paw print would do.

“Not yet…” he mumbles, drumming his claws atop his books. “I brought what I could find from my library with regards to the capture of lycanthropic soecies.” He says, momentarily brushing dust from the leather cover. “They are likely unwell. Unstable, as I’m sure you’d agree. They appear almost malignant. If we were able to capture one, you and I… if even for a moment, we might be able to take a tissue sample, and return it to Professor Tse in pathology for analysis. He’s still observing the wolf. His tail flicks idly at his side like a cat watching a bird.

The wolf eyed the other from above the files and then check if there is more to see or read. "Did they managed to catch one? Or.. do a proper biopsy?" He wouldn't be surprised if their lifespan was shortened to just few weeks, nothings survives long while this much twisted, unless.. unless the environment allows it, such as cursed town. Biopsy could also narrow to specific methods of corrupting those poor people. "Any guesses so far, professor?"

“I have taken a look at corrupted curses before but this one…” he grunts. “… It needs you to cast your eye over it.” He leans forward, listening. He is a sharp mind, but sharp minds know when their scope is reached. “I was wondering if there may be a source. A particular artefact, a spell… an individual, even, who may be corrupting these… people.”

Now, both seated, Dreuer's scent finally slowly fills the room, especially when he coughs. Even if Ren didn't wanted to, he still would inhale it, his wolf side analyzing the smell. Something.. was not right about this man. He couldn't put his finger on it but decided not to do so, as they had more important matter to discuss. RenFair's face slowly shifted into deeper worry, then into seriousness as he sees the images. A werewolf, some of them could be hardly called one, this is how much deformed they were. It was a rather unsettling sight, disgusting even, but it didn't affected RenFair as much as the fact that they clearly were an object of either experiments or a torture. "Mhm.. not normal is a rather soft description in their case. I have never seen a curse doing.. this kind of damage to the body."

“Hmh.” It’s possibly a grunt of thanks, but Dreuer can be a difficult man to interpret. His tail swishes aside as he sits, lifting a hand to his lips to stifle a small crackling cough. “No one has lost control this time.” He grumbles, scratching the side of his nose with the claw of his thumb. “This is not related to the academy more our particular fields of expertise.” He glances up briefly. The lack of an eyebatch is something he either does not notice or does not acknowledge. He clears his throat, sniffs, and opens the file. “There have been reports to local law enforcement agencies of sporadic werewolf attacks in civilians, but the perpetrators do not appear to be normal lycans.” He turns the file in his hands and passes it over to show to the wolf, raw images taken on shaky phone cameras of strange figures. He watches his colleague closely to gauge his response.

"Oh? Is one of the students in trouble?" It was his first guess. They already had such cases before, when someone was cursed, was too ashamed to admit it and then went feral in the middle of the campus. It was a miracle no one died. Inviting Dru further in, Ren took old and heavy tome off the armchair in the living room and placed it on a shelf where it belonged, before motioning for the professor to sit down. "My apologies, I would offer some tea but my electric kettle just broke and I keep forgetting to replace it." Just as much he forgot to wear an eye patch in the moment, and the author being a dumb fuck also forgot to mention it in the first post. The wolf used to do this when he was alone at home, the strap of the eye patch was irritating his skin upon being worn for too long so he could allow his empty eye socket and a scar to breathe a little. "How severe is it?" He asked while sitting down once Dru did so too. Luckily for the other, the lack of eye was mostly covered by the messy wavy hair. The bang did not bothered Ren anymore because to see anything one requires an eyeball, which he lacked on this side of the face.

“Professor Leavitt.” His voice is, as ever, a low rumbling monotone. His tail, tufted at the tip, swishes lazily between his heels. He presses his glasses further up his nose. He doesn’t smile, but that’s not unusual for Dreuer. “I was hoping to speak with you about a case that has crossed my desk. It seems like it may be something to bring to your attention.” He casts a glance around the apartment. It’s not so far removed from his own home, if perhaps a little untidier. Much more like his home before he found himself married.

The wolf was, surprise surprise, working. This time in his office, as he felt like change of environment from extremely messy living room to less messy office would do him good. More room to breathe the dust in, right? Delightful! He was taking a power nap, face down on the desk, when a bell rang, startling him into a jolt with a loud gasp, paper glued to his forehead. "Ack!" Blinking, RenFair took it off, rubbing sore skin. His handwriting imprinted itself on his forehead and smudged a bit on the surface of a paper. Eh. Getting up, stretching with a crack to his spine, the wolf moved through the mess and to the front door, sparking a quick glance towards the clock ticking in the corner of a room. Hmm, weird. Where did all that time go. "Yes?" The wolf opened the door and instantly smiled brightly upon seeing a familiar face. "Oh! Profesor! Come in, come in, what can I do for you?" He stepped to the side, letting Dru in.

He has some manners about his person. That’s at least one thing that can be said about Dreuer. The tiefling approaches the apartment with a scowl - but it’s the same scowl he always has. He sucks at his vape, and huffs the smoke out of his nostrils before pocketing the device. Under his arm is a black ring binder and two black, heavy, old books. He has managed to wrangle his gunmetal hair into something of a half-tamed topknot, and his glasses are perched precariously on his large nose. He wants to go home, but he always wants to go home - it’s nothing personal on Ren.

Books. A one word that can wholly describe RenFair's apartment. They are everywhere, in every corner, every space, even in bathroom. And because of them, there is also a lot of dust. Its scent is always lingering in the air. The apartment itself is pretty messy. Its owner rarely visits it outside for quick nap and maybe some office work. The chaos doesn't bother him because in a way the space he lives in is as busy and messy as him. Ren doesn't have a kitchen. It not only wouldn't be safe, due to all the books around but also, he doesn't really cook as he doesn't have time for it anymore. He is content just with cramped bedroom, even more crampier living room and somewhat more open spaced office and bathroom. Another funny part about this place is: he knows exactly what is where. He never looses his stuff in this mess, knows every book and its rightful place. Its his kingdom in the end.

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