TheMushroomLord
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Crimson Flame
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Iris Madril
Location: Building 1, Cafeteria
Interactions: @Morgannis, @Lugubrious
At the thought of her lost phone, Iris's demeanor turned a hint sour. She was not a fan of being reminded that she needed a new phone. She took the card with her lips pressed together in a thin line on her face. “Yeah, a new phone is definitely on the to-do list at the moment. You would think after all these years I would have been smart enough to know the wolf would destroy it but ya know, a girl can hope.” She pocketed the card with a self-indigent grunt. She needed to get a job or do something that would get her some extra cash.
Thankfully, that gremlin hunt message came like a gift from the almighty himself. Not that she really believed in a god so much anymore. She was never really religious to begin with but getting changed into a werewolf and left for dead kind of killed any hope that some great, loving god was out there protecting his children from evil, from things like the creature she was turned into and the creature that lurked within her mind. For the most part, it's just a big puppy that wants to play and have fun but she has seen the true carnage a werewolf can do and she has felt the pull of the red moon before and has lost herself to its call more than once. Years of work and control has made her an acceptable member of the residents in Umbra Rose Condos but Iris still had a long way to go before she felt she could ever really step back out of those protective walls surrounding the apartments. She wasn't sure she would ever trust herself to be out in the general populace again. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if what had happened to Velvet happened to a normal person. That person would probably be dead or worse, changed.
Iris gave her head a small shake to clear those grim thoughts from it. Now was not the time to linger on such things, not with a hunt just waiting for them to get it started. Just thinking about it had her metaphorical hackles rising. Her skin practically tingled and she could feel the push of the wolf just simmering under her control. It knew the game and it knew the best way for them to play without them getting disqualified or for Iris to lock them up for months on end. Help by lending senses and hunting skills but leave the body under Iris's control. It was one of the few times the two of them could work together for a common goal, a teetering balancing act that let them come together and use each other's strengths. Though it doesn't always work out well, Iris has gotten better at recognizing the signs of when she needed to back off and take a moment to wrangle back some self control. However, sometimes she can find herself too deep into the hunt to realize how quickly she was losing control and some years, it's the wolf who would end the game, tearing the halls apart in its efforts to find the gremlins and getting the both of them into trouble. She wasn't going to let that happen this year though. She was going to practice the best control she ever had in her life.
Iris followed the mothman out and began to stretch in the hallways. She began by doing the normal stretches like any runner would, limbering up as if she was about to run the halls at full tilt but then let out a low groan and did a few more canine-esque stretches to sate the complaining wolf within her mind, which, thankfully, resembled her doing quick yoga stretches. The wolf swore it would help them move faster and she did have to admit, a few muscles did feel more limber after doing so.
Iris peered up at the air vents when Alphonse mentioned them and gave a strong nod of her head. “That seems like a good idea to start with. I can probably jump up there and climb into the air vent if you do find one but it's better if I don't have to jump up and check every air vent we come across. If you have an easy way of doing it, that would be good.” She gave one final stretch with her arms over her head and let out a loud sigh as she shook herself out, bouncing from one foot to the next. She then stilled herself and closed her eyes, taking a deep inhale of breath.
The scent profile of the air was a cluttered mess of monsters and creatures, new and old. She wasn't sure what kind of scents she was hoping to get here in the hallway just outside of the cafeteria but it would allow her to at least get the scents of monsters who were most likely not trying to hide away from anyone. Newer and familiar scents were locked away and then there it was, just a like dash of gremlin, a scent she knew from tracking it before, sprinkled in within the mess of people. Older, possibly by a few days, too faint or cluttered for her to track but the scent was there. She refamiliarized herself with it. She followed it, taking quick short inhaled as she tried to follow it's short trail. Eventually she found herself crouched down low by the front doors of the cafeteria, taking a long deep inhale of the little critter's scent. For whatever reason, days ago, a gremlin had crossed by the doors of the cafeteria and lingered there just a moment longer on its path. Doing what, she couldn't know. Judging by the spot, perhaps it was trying to mark its territory? Do gremlins do that? She would have to research them more. Maybe after they won the hunt and she got a new phone.
She crouched on her hunches for a moment as she rubbed her nose. “One of the little buggers stood here a few days ago but its trail is long gone. I think it might have peed here or something. That's all I got though.” She leaned her head back, peering up at the air vent with a huff. “I guess it's time to start looking through the vents. We know they hit up the kitchen area some time recently. Kind of. I think.” She swiveled on her heels to look at Khalid. “Do you know how long it takes for food to go bad in a fridge that's lost power?”