Eth shook his head never mind, it seemed that there would be a better time for intoductions. For now he was simply shocked to feel the different genetics of the others walking past him, quickly he brought himself to a bowl of lemons and chose three. After that hamburgers and hot dogs, with the appropriate condements for each set. Uncaringly he sat at the table and ate the lemons first, whole, something in his stomach was telling him he needed something critic and very badly too.

A door opened on the back wall slowly, revealing a dark staircase leading down, and Dr. Simon. He cleared his throat as he shut the door and walked to the chair at the head of the table. "I would like to start by apologise for the short and spontaneous meeting we had before." Almost absent mindedly, he was taking out manila envelopes from under his arms, and began looking through them as he spoke. "I am sure some of you have a lot of question, and now would be the time to ask them. As I told most of you, we are here to put a stop to the invasion and restore what we can. I have the means of gaining information, but I..." He looked down at his nerd looking frame "...have little means of achieving what I ask for, otherwise I would not have asked for your help. Each of you have a unique quality that will be crucial in the days to come, and I have been very careful in choosing missions in which you have the highest probability of surviving." He took a moment to look at each of them directly. "I am not the government, nor do I hold you against your Will. If, at any time, you decide this is too much, and you wish to leave, I will not try to stop you. You will still be welcome to stay here and enjoy my hospitality, as the world will not last as long as my supplies will." His eyes darted wildly between the folders and the gathering, though they were not wide. It was as if his mind ran faster than his body could keep keep up with, and too fast to care about manners.

As he waited, and listened to the questions, he passed out folders to be passed around to each of them. Each folder contained a collection of pictures, and hand written notes to go with each picture. (Refer to the Beastiary. This will be updated as things progress)

Sytha looked over the nasty beasts in the folder. She bit her lip as she read over the notes. She had never fought anything like these things. Sighing, she put the folder down on the table and curled tighter up in her chair quietly. Sytha was starting to have second thoughts on this whole thing.

Eth looked over the folder with great interest and pointed out the fish man "I slayed one of these earlier, I suppose these are the least difficult however..." He said with a slightly self undermining sigh. He looked at the Naga and waved his hand cheerfully switching his mood cheerfully "Snake gurlie, I bet me and you could take on the lot of them!" He exclaimed with vigor at an attempt to cheer up, what he assumed to be, the cold blooded woman.

Intentionally he left out the brain eaters and dream eaters, he had been a little traumatized by them over the course of his slumber. Of course that was because at the time he had been powerless, now, now he did indeed feel as though he could slaughter them. With a bit of laughter, after all you couldn't spell slaughter with out laughter. Though still he had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"I have a question!" The man-like beast exclaimed as he took another handful of food and stuffed it in his mouth "are we going to be going on missions alone or will we be going in groups of some sort?" Byis asked with a mouth full of food. He didn't know anyone here or really what most of the things here were but he none the less would feel more safe on a mission or any sort with someone backing him up.

Simon, listening carefully to each thing that was said and asked, looked at them like a scientist looking intently at an experiment for any signs of change, which in a way he was, though mostly it was just a look that seemed to compose his relaxed face. Maybe his mom was right and his face really did get stuck like that.

"I plan for you to take small groups. These 'missions' as you put it, will take more than one person to accomplish, And a combination of your talents.

As Alannar grabbed the the folder he opened his eyes looking down flipping through the pages. He recognized some of the creatures, legends form the lost and forsaken. The old ones. Looking at them he listened and watched as people asked there questions and made their comments. He sat in silence as they did as he looked at them speaking in a Grimm tone "Do not make light our foes...They are old...older then even me" He said pausing for a moment. "Before humanity even took it's first steps, when the Jinn came from the Unseen world. We found traces of old civilizations." He set the folder down as he looked about the motley crew of the supernatural gathered here. "And these are the weakest of them...the wards that protected this world are failing. While I was in the Unseen world I felt the presence of something...much stronger, much more powerful and older then these." he closed his eyes once more after saying his peace.

Maru stood in the back, behind the Jinn, her sharp green eyes scanned the pages, she recognized the monsters that had torn apart her pack and tribe, her family. She flattened her ears and gave a soft snort her eyes scanning the room and watching the other's reactions as she tried not to think about her people's deaths, she shook her head around and backed further into the corner, she wanted to hear more, what they could do to stop the aliens from taking over their homes. Maru's nostrils flared in agitation as she calmed herself, she lifted her ears to listen to what the people were saying as they asked and answered questions.

Simon looked to the Jinn and deer fain, "I am working on a plan but I am lacking three crucial elements. A crafter, and animator, and a protection spell that is specialized for or current problem. I would like you to retrieve the spell." He turned the pages in a note pad, looking them over as he continued speaking. "There was a German Viol player named Eric Zonn who was the only known person to possess the spell. The last place he was seen was said to be a street called the Rue d’Auseil. The problem was that it was not an actual street, and no one aside from the witness seems to have heard of it. It wasn't until recently that I discovered it is a pocket dimension that is accessible through a dream state. You will have to go into this state, find the Rue d’Auseil, and find out what happened to Zonn's notes. The witness was in hysteria when questioned, but he says Zonn was dead and the notes had been blown out the window. He also said he used to play the Viol like he was appeasing some Thing outside his window." He looked to the Faun. "That is why I called upon you. I have the means to safely get you into the dream, unless you have more effective methods. Its like a paoti induced trance, or the scorpion sting ritual of the Egyptians"