Thread: Agency 666 (QC X Ryax)

Seeing as the woman in the elevator considered him and his action of extending a greeting hand, Richard kept his perseverance through the brief moment that passed in hope that she would clasp his hand. His zeal payed off and she shook his hand, a firm handshake and a halfhearted smile was his reward. He figure'd he'd made the right choice and was content with that. Retracting his hand after the greeting, he stood firmly in place by his wall and listened to her speak and explain what he had went and joined. The woman's name, his partner's name, was Grace. It was a bit hard for him to take in the facts she threw his way, but the fact to back the preposterous statements was that he had witnessed something supernatural himself quite recently. He kept a stone faced front, taking it like a champ he figured as he puzzled the pieces of fear together within his mind. I... I take it that I just recently ran into something... Supernatural, as you pose it. he managed to squeeze forth relatively calmly. He was slowly coming to terms with it, and unless he had grown completely mad and was currently strapped in a mental hospital bed, then he had already witnessed another supernatural event when the bricks moved by themselves. Grace didn't answer him, so he took that as his answer of confirmation. As he managed to hold onto his shit, the fear slowly back away and made room for curiosity. He didn't say anything else for the entire elevator ride, only listening to Grace and trying desperately to keep his shit together when she told him that they worked with supernatural entities. It was terrifying that they would work with something like the murderous monster he squared off with, but he recognized that he didn't have any experience with this kind of thing, and don't know how truly vast it was. It was bound to be more then just murderous entities trying to kill him so he decided to firmly trust Grace for the time being. He figured she'd have no reason to lie to him. He stepped out of the elevator along with Grace, following her as she requested albeit somewhat closely. His vision wandered all over the place, trying to take in all the sights while keeping pace with her. Try thousands. he responded a little quietly. It was a lot of sights to take in at the same time. It felt strange having all of these facilities underground like this. He could definitely see the need for it with the amount of people that wandered around, especially if people lived down here too. He glanced into every room he could, trying to pick out the details and most importantly trying to spot anything supernatural to support her claims. He stepped inside the room, clearly seeing the discrepancy between used living space and unused. He glanced over at her things for a spell, trying to take some quick notes, before he moved slowly towards the obvious 'his side' of the room. He opened and closed the tall locker, ran his fingers around the bedside table and then rubbed a little bit of dust between his fingers. He'd have to clean his side before settling in for the long haul. No big deal Richard figured. He moved to his bed and slowly sat down in it, feeling the hard, springy nature of it beneath his weight. Richard listened to her warning and words about moving around the world. It made sense, being an international supernatural organization after all. Governments and organizations such as what this claimed to be usually had worldly use for field operation agents such as they were. 'Big news? As if this shit isn't big enough already damn it.' he thought to himself but listened none the less. What she said wasn't new to him as he'd read that a few hours ago and signed off on it. He didn't have a lot of reasons to keep his old identity anymore so this was more of a gracious boon then a hindrance to him. His future scared the shit out of him but at the same time he was excited for it. Yup. It's.. Uhh.. Quite a lot to deal with on the first day., he said, exhaling sigh-like as he did before a short laugh escaped him, Hah. I have a million questions, at least, but I think I need to hit the restroom for a few minutes instead. Is it alright if I ask you later instead? Richard said calmly and stood himself up, brushing off his behind from the thin dust layer on the bed. He froze for a moment, trying to think of where the restrooms were, but his mind failed him at the moment. He unfroze and looked at Grace apologetically while his left hand reached up to run through the back of his hair slowly as a nervous gesture, Umm.. Could you give me the directions again? I missed them when we passed..., he spoke softly, embarrassed. Thanks., he said with a warm relieved smiled when she gave him the directions again. He exited their room, closed the door behind him and took a deep breath before he made his way to the restrooms. This time he kept to himself and didn't look at much else other then where to go until he got to the restrooms. He didn't know if anyone was in there, he didn't check before hand and once inside, he quickly filled one of the sinks with cold water and splashed his face a couple of times while taking long, deep breaths. He was having a small panic attack after all. Taking a few moments of looking at his reflection in the sink, he leaned onto his hands that were placed on either side of the basin. Water was dripping slowly from his face and making the reflection blurry. After a few moments pause he blinked his eyes a few times and let the water escape down the pipes. He dried his face off with a paper towel and looked himself in the mirror and straightened himself up, nipping and tucking his clothing and hair so it looked presentable again. Shiiit he voiced audibly after a long, deep breath. He was going to be ok, the panic attack had passed and he was quickly learning to cope with what was left of it. He realized that he'd likely be overwhelmed for a few days, but it would pass eventually as he got used to his new life. Richard stepped out from the restrooms into the walkways again and headed back towards his room.