Tristan sighed after leaving his first class, well it would normally be the second class of his day, but due to his tardiness he missed his usual first class entirely. He turned down a hallway heading to his next class, soon enough after traversing the hallways for a while he made his way there. Inside there was a standard classroom set up, at the front of the room, there was a tall glasses clad man, with short gray hair, taking attendance. The teacher looked up from his clipboard and raised an eyebrow at Tristan and marked him down. He spoke in a dry monotonous voice with thinly veiled sarcasm “Well Mr. Carver, I see that you have so Graciously Deigned us with your presence, take a seat.” As Tristan did so a few of his classmates started conversing amongst them about the rather unexpected presence of Tristan. As soon as everyone had been seated and grew quiet the Teacher spoke again. “Today class, unlike the usual discussions of History that we have, we will be focusing on a different, less realistic and proven aspect of History. We will be talking about Mythology and the historical relevance and impact in past civiizations.” Upon hearing the topic Tristan chuckled as the Teacher started his lecture in earnest, a few students already falling unconscious.

In a secret office below the FBI HQ in New York City, a meeting of sorts was happening; it would be closer to call it a briefing. In the room there were around 20 or so men and women assembled, many were wearing the standard FBI back suits or field-wear others were in more casual modes of dress. They were waiting for someone; this was evidenced by the fact that one of the people gathered there was spinning in an office chair. He was not using anything to gain momentum, but rather he was a Wind mage and was using that to spin the chair at a constant speed. The man was dressed in a way most people would associate with the punk sub-culture, needless to say he did not look like someone that would be associated with the FBI. He actually wasn’t an official FBI agent, but was an operative for the top secret Supernatural Investigation and Subjugation Division, or SISD, though the investigation part mostly was left out so it was called the SSD by many. Officially it didn’t exist though many of the operatives did work for the FBI in some capacity. The mage stopped the chair as the door leading to the room opened and a man dressed in a suit walked in.

He carried folders in one arm, the other was free, and he looked less like a director in the FBI and more like a soldier, which he once was. He had a look in his eyes that only experienced soldiers would have, his looks could not be considered handsome, though they drew the opposite sex regardless. He had a veritable mane of hair of burnt gold; his eyes were a dark brown, almost black, those features contributed to his rugged and wild aura. When he entered the room, all eyes turned to him and waited for him to speak. He sat the folders on the end of the table and the person sitting there took one and passed the others down as the Director moved to his seat at the other end of the table. He sat in the largest of the chairs, which was located at the end of the long table most of them were sitting at. When everyone had grabbed one of the folders he folded his hands together and sat them on the table before speaking. “Today you have all been gathered for this.” He gestured to the folder in front of which, the folders the others held were complete copies of his.

“We are to search for and apprehend this young man, Tristan Carver. 5 years ago he was involved in an Order raid on a Rogue Vampire Coven and was listed to have been a casualty, a result of a failed Change. Recently it has been discovered he somehow survived and even Awoke in the process. Each of you is to use your sources to track him down, the Conclave has decreed this, he is to be brought in unharmed. Violation of this will bring certain punishments to happen to you. That is all, dismissed.” He then stood up and left, leaving the others to look over the folders and discuss amongst themselves. A few of the operatives that worked alone left soon after the Director did, among them the punk looking Wind Mage. As he left a less than kind smirk crossed his face as he thought ‘This should be rather rewarding.’ As soon as the others left a tall lanky blond man spoke up. “Since the others have left let’s get down to business, so what thoughts do you all have on this subject?” Soon after the question was voiced most of the others left gave their opinions and thoughts on the matter.

In the corner of the room separate from the others sat a young lady who held the last picture of Tristan, it also had Kandace in it, same picture the men and women of the Conclave had looked at before. She gently caressed the picture, before standing to leave the auburn haired girl left ignoring the call of one of her colleagues, “Krystal Wait!” After she left the other men and women simply shrugged or other gestures before they continued with their discussion. There were around 12 of them left at this point, they each agreed that they would call the others should they discover a concrete location for their target. This was how most of those present worked the majority of the time, though on occasion there were those who sought personal glory above cooperation. Those types would usually either find the target and obtain them alone or would actively sabotage the others, though the latter hadn’t happened since the Director took over. Soon enough they finished ironing out everything and they all stood to leave. They all vacated the room until only 2 of them were left, the lanky blond man who spoke first earlier and an equally leggy blond woman.

The lanky man was still standing seemingly only tidying up the papers he had moved during the discussion they had had. A thought not his own came into his mind, ‘So brother you still desire that girl, huh?’ He glanced over at the woman who was his sister and spoke aloud saying “Kind of,but that is not entirely accurate, I certainly find her attractive, any man with still functioning genitalia would. However I was worried about some of what she felt while looking at that picture.” His countenance frowned slightly before he thought a message back to her. ‘From her I felt many troubling emotions chief among them were Rage, Despair, and strangely enough Hope.’ The Woman, his Sister scrunched her eyebrows in thought, it made her look cute, though usually such a mild word would not be used to describe her beauty. She was roused from her musings by another thought. ‘The strangest thing though, was the fact that those emotions were so intense, but lasted for but a moment, before a strange calm took over. I have never seen some like this naturally happen, we should keep an eye on her, though we should not act unless things get dire.’ The Woman nodded and looked at where Krystal had sat not long before.