OOC: Well, I think I shall make my intro post now...
BiC:
Yesterday, Sunday, 3:00 PM
"Yes, Uh-huh, ok. All right, you don't have to shout." Said Ralen Masonric into the phone he held to his head, although keeping the speaker a few inches from his ear because to other person was, in fact, shouting. Ralen was sitting in a small wooden chair against the wall of his garage, he was wearing black sweatpants and a loose light blue sleeveless shirt, his feet were bare and he had strips of dirty bandages wrapped around his knuckles, he was sweaty and a small towel sat atop his shoulder.
"Yes sir, I'll see that it's taken care of. Meeting her tomorrow? Ok. Understood." As the sound of a dial tone filled his ear, Ralen moved the phone away from him and shut it, "No goodbye, as usual." He sighed to himself, a small smile playing out on his lips.
He looked up, directly in front of him a tall punching bag hung from a chain bolted to the ceiling, still swinging just slightly from the beating he was delivering to it before his phone rang. Against the far wall was a stack of weights in varying size, and in each corner of the room, nailed to the wall, were small speakers set up to the system that he could control with the click of a remote. But it seemed that today's workout had been cut short, now he had some work to attend to, and from what he had just heard, it was rather delicate and urgent business indeed.
Ralen stood up, taking a drink from his water bottle which sat on a small table next to the chair, and wiped his face with the towel before going through the door and into the main part of his house. In front of him was the doorway to his bedroom, to the right was his laundry room, and the left lead to his living room. He went straight ahead, to his bedroom, and to the bathroom connected to it so he could get a shower.
A half hour later, Ralen, clean and fully dressed, opened another door in his bedroom, this one revealing only a dark flight of stairs and a lightweight on the side of the wall. He flipped the switch and an overhead light came on, he walked down the stairs and found himself in a basement room, the walls, floor and ceiling were all concrete, and it was a little bit chilly down here. It smelled of oils and sweat in here, just how Ralen liked it.
He looked at the tall locker in the corner, he thought for a second, then decided he wouldn't need anythin out of there, yet. Instead he walked to a small table in the middle of the room, on top of which was his knife, sheathed, and his gun with no ammo inserted, although two full clips stood next to it. Also on the table were a number of tools, bottles of liquids for maintaining the gun and knife, and a few crisp white rags with which to apply them.
Ralen sat in a metal fold-up chair and set to work on servicing his equipment, he wanted to be sure it was ready for his meeting with his new partner tomorrow.
Present time.
Ralen walked into the restaurant that had been designated as the meeting place for him and this other Hunter. He had made sure to make himself look presentable, his hair was combed, his dark blue cargo pants were unwrinkled, and his plain black t-shirt was clean. He had a laptop bag with him, slung over his shoulder and hanging at his side.
His mismatched eyes scanned the interior of the establishment briefly before resting on the young Asian woman sitting alone at her table, he recognized her from the picture he had been sent of her last night, this was Nya Hinomi, his fellow Hunter and partner for the time being.
He walked to her table and seated himself across from her, smiling happily, "There you are," He said, taking a good look at her, "It's been too long since we saw each other, would it really kill you to come see your old cousin once in a while?" He asked, his gaze shifting slightly to other patrons of the restaurant who were seated within hearing distance, if this Nya girl was at all competent she would be able to pick up on his hints and play along.