Friends R Us

[drjuliusmayfair]

Jules jotted down her words quickly, nodding, "Very interesting. I would be interested in your findings about that." He finished his notes and turned to her, "My current projects include finishing the open cases my predecessor left me." He was very bitter about that. "After that I have a case file pending for Washington DC. I also have several cleansings to attend to in the surrounding cities. I have one tonight." He said, looking at his watch.

He wondered when he was suppose to sleep, but after this ridiculous meeting, he would be spending another 36 hour day awake.

[Frankie Guidicini]

"Cleansing?" Frankie echoed, one of her eyebrows actually arching in interest. "Of the...spiritual kind?" She had seen some shamans of the Russian steppes perform some cleansing rituals, but other than that, Frankie was afraid she was rather ill-traveled in ritual cleansing practices of different cultures or parts of the world. She didn't know a lot about Mayfair, obviously. She cocked her head to the side and asked, "Just what are you a doctor of?"

[drjuliusmayfair]

Jules was looking through his notes as he spoke, "Ah... yes." He turned to look at her, "Those places that can be cleansed I do when I investigate. Sometimes spirits just need a helping hand to move on." He took a sip of his tea then said, "I have a double doctorate in psychology and parapsychology. I majored in psychology before i attain my priesthood to better understand my ability to see spirits." He looked up at Manning then back to Frankie, "If you wanted, you could come to the cleansing. It isn't dangerous, at least not this one. It's a sad story of how this spirit is attached to the home, but she's ready to move on. I don't think she'll fight." He smiled, putting his small notebook into the inside pocket of his vest.

[Abe Sapien]

She left no room for Manning to object.

Manning attempted to pull his arm free but the iron grip pulled him along like a helpless puppy. He glanced back at the agent that was standing beside him and the man only shrugged his shoulders apologetically. No one was going to save him from the nun now.

“Sister,” he replied, tugging his arm one more. “That… I’m busy, extremely busy. The whole day. And tomorrow looks equally busy. And I just… can I have my arm back? Thank you.” He resisted the urge to shake his hand and make sure everything was still working.

“Everyone.” Manning motioned to his agent who collected his folder and cup of coffee. He tugged on the lapel of his suit, straightening out unseen wrinkles. He stood with his back against the door and raised a hand to gain everyone’s attention. “I see great progress and I expect to see a difference by the end of the week. This meeting is adjourned and…” He looked to the smiling nun. “I have to go.” The director made a speedy departure out of the meeting room.

[Sister Angeleanna]

can I have my arm back?

“Oh.” The nun obediently released her hold on the director and nodded at his quick thanks. Sometimes she forgot her own strength and she apologetically helped pick off lint from the pristine suit as he shook it back into place. She took a step back as he addressed the entire room, look to her and left. Angel took that as her cue to follow and gave a quick wave to those looking her direction and slipped through the door as a few agents stood to mill and refill their coffee cups. She understood Manning was exceptionally busy and it was her duty to move herself around his schedule.

Her voice echoed from down the hallway. “Director Manning? Director… why are you running?”

[Frankie Guidicini]

Frankie's head cocked to one side. Color me intrigued, she thought. Her forte was espionage and pretending to die; she'd never really associated closely with anyone who could communicate or do anything with spirits. She absentmindedly wondered if Julius could serve as a medium to the beyond, but those thoughts were dashed from her mind when Manning made his exit, with Angel trailing him. Good, now appearances could be shrugged off until Manning reappeared.

The invitation took Frankie by surprise. Normally she would decline it -- but then again, it probably wouldn't hurt to actually get an acquaintance other than Sister Angel and Abe at the Bureau. "I think I would rather enjoy coming, yes. I have never witnessed anything very supernatural having to deal with spirits."

[Abe Sapien]

OOC: Abe lost his buddy, so for now it’s a random NPC until I figure something out XD

At Manning’s departure and the trailing nun, Abe glanced at his buddy and raised a hand, gesturing towards the few milling agents that filed out after the director. “Shall we continue this conversation or be like everyone else and hightail it out of here?”

“Actually Abe, I’m heading out on an assignment later on today and I need to finish some paperwork. You’re welcome to join me but I understand if you got other things to do.”

“Oh? Might I inquire where you’re going?”

“Iceland, yeah.” His buddy laughed but the thinly veiled nerves surfaced. “I haven’t been out of the US since I was a kid.”

“Nervous?”

“You reading my mind?” His buddy shrugged her shoulders. “A little, I don’t like flying. But you can’t drive to Iceland.”

Abraham nodded as the woman collected her things. “Understandable, but the odds of crashing are 1 in 13 million on a commercial flight.”

“Yeah,” his buddy stood. “But what are the odds of a Bureau airplane? Don’t,” she raised a hand to the aquatic man. “Answer that. I don’t want to know. I’ll catch ya later fish stick.”

Abe bowed his head and fluidly rose to stand. He casually strolled across the rapidly emptying boardroom and looked at those that had remained before he glanced over at the tray of picked over goodies. He found a bagel that someone had tore in half and curled his fingers away from it before reaching for a Styrofoam cup to pour himself a cup of tea. The fishman busied himself steeping the tea bag in lukewarm water and snuck a cookie before glancing over his shoulder at the princess.