Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread
Raven's comments on that upcoming meeting were hardly unanticipated. After all, what species took well to hearing about its possible....removal from the city? The younger woman's query on just how that Council intended to do such a thing however- if that motion to do as such passed- prompted little more than a loose shrug from the blond haired man. How they dealt with that problem would vary depending on who took charge of it and what matters they discussed. Azrael himself was hardly inclined to vote for any kind of....eradication as had been done in the past and yet how those other members might be inclined to vote he hardly knew. Raven's question, for now at least, offered no true answer and yet, he suspected, those very methods ould vary from calm and sensible to fucking extreme as they so ften did. In the very least Raven's presence among them might prompt some of those Hunters to view her kind more favourably- or at least prevent them voting for some kind of lethal force. There were few beings in that room, after all, who would condemn an entire species with the eyes of one of its members upon them. Azrael, for now however, merely offered that added shake of his head.
"There won't be any cages or camps to anything like that. Frankly, if they want to get rid of you that badly they will just shoot you where you stand. I highly doubt it will come to that though. It's just a discussion. I simply figured your input couldn't hurt. I promise though, no harm is going to come to you. As I said, they know your coming."
That car slowly pulled to a halt outside the very building Azrael intended to enter. The Hunter Headquarters were nothing short of grand. That building, despite its ancient architecture, was deceptively modern within. That space was designed to honour both the old and the new. Raven's very insistence that she hadn't blown up that auction house those months ago was rewarded with a near pointed glare by the Hunter. Azrael moved to slide from the passenger side a moment later, the man making an effort to straighten his clothes before stepping up and onto the sidewalk to join his companion. Raven fell easily into step beside him as the pair headed into that building. Security, as he had anticipated, proved to be something of a hassle. While he was waved smoothly through the guards were near insistent on examining Raven completely lest she prove to be some sort of rogue terrorist. If only they knew such a woman was the furthest thing from 'rouge'. When they were, finally, permitted to head further into the main building Azrael once more led the way easily through those hallways before finding that boardroom he desired. The room was nothing short of comfortable- even if set up for those business purposes. A large, polished mahogany table took up most of that space, a number of chairs, evenly spaced, were seated around it. Some were already occupied by Council Members. Other, lower ranking Hunters, sat at the far end. Azrael's own chair existed nearer the top, that one beside his own kept for Raven as he gestured loosely towards it.
The soft murmur of voices fell near silent at the sight of Raven and yet how quickly they started again once the Were was seated. Raven was an apparent source of gossip amongst them. Azrae's own golden eyes rolled lightly and yet those other members hardly dared question the elder Hunter as he took his seat in turn. Azrael's gaze briefly shifted to those papers at his own desk, the Man eyeing them momentarily before Raven's soft murmur drew his gaze toward the young woman beside him.
"Yes, you're allowed to be here. They are just staring because it's unusual. Ignore them. As for the Mayor this hardly concerns him. His job is to manage politics, infrastructure, public spending- that sort of thing. We fall well outside his jurisdiction. His office has no influence on the Council."
The Hunter Council, after all, was an entirely separate office to that of the mayor- even if the two worked together- on occasion. Azrael's own experience with Dareios however were perhaps a little.....unfortunate. How the vampires fangs had felt within his neck he had certainly not forgotten. Hmmm. He would prefer Raven any day over that vampire. It was several moments later when the Head of the WereCreatures Department finally made his entrance. Blake, despite hardly appearing older than thirty, was well into his second century of existence and always appeared...bored. In fact, Azrael was near certain he'd never seen a less enthusiastic Head of any department. Blake's presences, at least, seeme to prompt the others to take their seats before the meeting started. We are here today to discuss the prevalence of WereCreatures within the city and the potential for the increase in numbers to pose a real and present threat to the human population we are here to protect. In order to make the best decision for the population and the city I would like to hear both sides of the argument, I suppose. Eli, I understand, has a statement he wishes to make, so does Azrael and oh, Clara has something to say too. I will consider the evidence put forward and make a decision. Do you want to start then Eli?
Blake read though those very words as if he were a telemarketer reading script and yet, for as long as he had known him, Azrael was certain Blake had always been the same. The man was simply...dull in every sense of the word. Eli, by comparison, had the sort of energy Azrael was inclined to find frustrating. The other man was a fucking firecracker at the best of times. One who often thought he was far more above his older coworkers. Eli moved to stand then, the younger hunter shuffling his papers before beginning to speak, his sunglasses lifted to rest atop his gelled hair. As you all know the Were population of the city is out of control. Friends, their numbers have grown exponentially over the past five years. The Ark is attracting them. They are choosing to stay in the city or its outer limits, the population is exploding. Azrael's own voice interrupted.
"The numbers of humans being turned have fallen though."
Oh, Azrael, maybe that's true, but that's because the Weres have taken to breeding instead of changing humans and while that might be better in the short term, in the long term we have packs competing for space, territory and resources. Eventually we will have human casualties. Let's also not forget what happened in Reyton City fifty years ago. WerePacks so large they began to band together and take over. Chaos. We need to limit the numbers now before this can happen.
How readily Azrael was starting to think Raven's current state of pregnancy was not helping the case. The blond Hunters own voice rose once more.
"Nature has a way of limiting these things, Eli. Younger Were's will leave the city as they age, they are not going to want to linger in their parents territory. There is also an alliance between the Nightshade and Chimera packs, between them both we have had more peace with the Were population then we have had in a long time. No other pack has attempted to find a foothold in the city in years. Raven, is a member of the Nightshade pack and an actual Were. Raven, do you think this situation of multiple WerePacks or giant WerePacks is likely?"
That entire room turned to look toward the curly haired woman then.