5.7.2013 NI is officially 2 YEARS OLD! Thanks guys for making those years amazing!
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Welcome! Have you ever wondered what your favorite supernatural TV fandoms would look like if they were all literally interconnected? If Damon from Vampire Diaries heard about Sunnydale becoming a crater? What if 'fighting for vampire rights' in True Blood mattered in the world of Supernatural? Want to find out how your favorite characters will react in a world like this? Join in and don't forget to follow your instincts!
Canons: True Blood, Being Human (BBC), Vampire Diaries, Buffy & Angel, & Supernatural.
Kyle fixed his tie in the bathroom, ready for another night at Wolfram & Hart. Surprisingly, he felt content with himself and where he was at this point and extremely happy. It was something in the air lately, or in the blood he was drinking – synthetic or not. No, he wasn’t where he ultimately wanted to be but he was getting there. It was only a matter of time and now – he had all the time in the world.
It was an adjustment sure, being a ‘night’ person. He missed the beauty of seeing the sun set and the sunrise, but there was beauty in the night as well. And yes, he was well aware that his family thought his decision to become a vampire was a stupid choice, that he ruined his chances of success, but like all things – it came down to perspective. His days were ultimately limited – he knew this. The rest of the family could sit around and pretend that his father wasn’t a psychopath, ready to throw any of them in front of the bus when ever convenient, but Kyle couldn’t. The ghosts in the halls of Wolfram & Hart (one ghost in particular), proved it. Bottom line, Kyle wasn’t going to sit around and wait or that day to come – wait until his father gets into a compromising position where he rather chose Kyle over his company. Kyle took things into his own hands – and he had no regrets. Now, Kyle was in control.
….except when he wasn’t.
Lately, he didn’t know what was going on. The bloodlust was driving him nuts but he put on a calm face and tried to push through it - always veering on the side of positivity. It's really what gave him his unique drive most days, vampire or not, it was just something in Kyle's nature...except lately he's been a little too much on the happy pill. After work, he had to get over to the AVL offices and get some press releases out. Ellen would meet him there and maybe he’d solve his blood lust problem by spending some ‘quality’ time with her. Apparently Tru Blood just wasn’t cutting it now-a-days. Which was funny because he told the local news that Tru Blood wasn't malfunctioning - hell, he wasn't even sure of that himself. All he knew was that he was feeling a lot stronger and a lot...better, ironically.
He walked down the hall singing, his voice holding a smooth tenor, echoing off the walls. "Tall and tan and youuung and lovely the - girl from Ipaneema is walking and - when she passes each one she passes goes - ahhhhh..." He paused that singing only to greet his sister coming in the door with a bright smile, light eyes blazing. “Hey, Lise,” He placed his hat securely on his head, and ran his fingers over the rim. “How was work?”
Scrambling wasn't something Analise was fond of. Yes, she liked being kept busy - but efficient was her preferred manner of working. Though Wolfram and Hart wasn't sloppy, with the recent spiking in murders and various behavioral issues they'd been having with some of the security... well, let's just say that Analise had been almost too busy the past few days, strange as it seemed. She liked the distractions, liked the problem solving, enjoyed deciphering... but she liked it best when they wielded results. Still, they were bound to find something sooner rather than later. She was working diligently on ancient texts, studying whatever she was told and directing people to various ancient 'myths' and 'legends' to discover what it was that was affecting the beasts.
Her brother was one of those beasts, unfortunately enough. She hadn't seen him very much the past couple of days; Analise preferred to be alone after a long day at work. However, she did see him on the news, something which she watched with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips. She didn't think she'd ever get over the fact that he chose that lifestyle - vampires would never be treated as equals, not to humans. They would always either be seen as superior or inferior, which would be correct. Analise, meanwhile, was convinced that Kyle had doomed himself, no matter how impressed she was that he'd made such a major decision and actually followed through with it on his own. She knew his distrust of their father and wasn't against his... stepping out of his shadow, if it was appropriate to call it that. But, he'd stepped right into shadows now. With whatever advantages vampirism had helped him attain, he was no longer bound by his own conscious train of thought. Blood ruled him. Blood, the sun - he had many weaknesses now and it was a pity. All in all, though a brazen move, ultimately it was pigheadedness and that was why he would never best her, try as he might.
So, after such a day, she entered the main mansion rather than hurry straight to her private confines. Analise was thinking of just seeing what everyone else was up to (she was a tad nosy) before turning in and resuming her studies after collecting a few necessities for spells from the main mansion. Unbuttoning her coat, she heard one of the very subjects of her thoughts singing down the hall – she glanced up as he entered, smiling brightly and inquiring about her day at work.
"Hectic," she sighed, returning his smile with her own version, which was much more wry and less enthusiastic. "Between reprimanding what feels like half the staff and actually doing my job..." She shook her head, pressing her lips tightly together. Yes, her usual work in the ancient prophecies department was urgent enough, but as many would know, Analise was impatient and the problems with erratic comportment in some of their supernatural ranks only grated her nerves. She just wanted answers, though something told her they would be finding some soon. "I'm just ready for some results." She shrugged her slim shoulders and hung her coat on a rack, to be put away properly later. Her gesture may have been casual, but she was on the verge of being snippy about it.
"And how was your day? Are you catching the insanity that's been making it's rounds?" she asked somewhat bluntly, placing a hand on her hip. Analise wasn't one to use the office formals and play around words with her brother. She saw his interview on ABC and didn't have much of an opinion on it other than the fact that it was far too persuasively spoken on all sides, that words were picked too carefully for something that was meant to be informational. The fact that True Blood wasn't malfunctioning? That was all fine and well, though Analise had her doubts, considering the differing reports she'd read. Now with all of this going on it was just another reason why Kyle should have never chosen the life - or lack of life - that he did.
Kyle dug his hands in the pockets of his slacks and rocked a bit on his heels as Lise talked. Of course work was hectic. Kyle remembered distinctly the several other times he had asked that same question and the several other times Lise responded with “hectic.” Sometimes Kyle wondered if she was auto-programmed to say that. But at least this time she offered a bone and threw in some details. He could relate to the staff issues, but it was hard to sympathize with Analise – she had to know she had it easier when it came to earning respect from her staff. It didn’t help that the CEO was practically a resource she could pull out of her back pocket – for Kyle, it wasn’t that simple. Not that he was trying to complain right now – or ever. He was where he wanted to be…for now at least. But there was one thing that he could really understand from what Lise said:
“Results,” He sucked air between his teeth with a hiss as if to say ‘ooo that’s a tough one.’ “Right. Good luck with that when it comes to Wolfram & Hart staff.” He shook his head and smiled. The fact that he had to go in tonight and deal with his staff at Special Projects made him mentally wish himself luck. Part of him was and wasn’t looking forward to it. He loved his job – and tonight he looked forward to work more than usual. He really hoped they had a hands-on case. Something where he could get his hands dirty. Granted it would give him an excuse to have a fresh feed but no one else has to know that right?
Okay, demonic contracts probably were best considering how hungry he was right now. He didn’t want to screw anything up just because he was in the mood to do just that. Kyle took his job seriously, as much as he enjoyed it.
"And how was your day? Are you catching the insanity that's been making it's rounds?"
Kyle paused and tilted his head, removing one hand from his pocket and loosely pointing at Lise. “You are not talking about some office rumor, I’m guessing,” he said teasingly. He knew she didn’t like what he’d become – of course he knew. It didn’t faze him. He didn’t care what his family thought at this point. It was something they couldn’t do a thing about – no magic, no nothing – and Kyle was pretty happy about that fact. But with that came some cons. Kyle calculated all of them, he went over it a million times in his head – the bloodlust, the sun, all of it. He did not calculate what was going on with all the vampires in the city lately. Kyle felt he was coping well enough – he felt stronger, better, more in good spirits – nothing to worried about.
Yeah, he wasn’t kidding himself. He knew something was going on. But he couldn’t worry too much about it right now. He had other things to worry about – now that vampires were going crazy, work was piling up.
Shrugging and returning his hand to his pocket, he said, “I’m actually pretty shocked. Is this you expressing some sort of concern? Afraid I’m going to snap and kill some one on your staff and blame it on you looking for results?” He grinned. “Kidding. Not to worry, sis, I’m not going off the deep end. I’m actually feeling pretty good. Cheerful. Optimistic. You should try it some time,” he joked. "Why? Is dad paranoid I'm going to drop the ball or something?" He wouldn't put it past him.
She ignored his airy comment about the staff, silently agreeing with him vehemently. Maybe it was arrogance – but she thought most of them as inferior thinkers with minimal skills required for their jobs, and that was excluding the few that were actually operating bizarrely in accordance with the… more or less bizarre behaviour noted so commonly within the last couple weeks. However, he pointed at her and joked about this ‘illness,’ whatever they were going to call it. Analise frowned at him, raising an eyebrow and head tilting expectantly. This wasn’t something she appreciated being thrown lightly about – especially not where it concerned him, her brother. He was a part of this family and therefore had to be held responsible to represent it in a manner which suited them all. Kyle continued in that nonchalant tone of his, earning only more of her stony look. She knew his wasn't being serious. But it would be serious if he did snap. Vampires, much like humans, snapped, except when that happened people died and it was not forgiven.
“No,” she answered though her frown turned more thoughtful a moment later. “Not that I know of,” she fixed honestly, glancing down at her nails. Analise wouldn't lie to him about something like that, since she did always think Kyle's concerns were valid. Well, his cheery attitude didn't suit her. Analise was frustrated that he didn't appear to understand the severity and consequences of his rash decision – or that he at least didn't act as though he did, considering Analise didn't think him a complete imbecile. He must get it, in some manner. It was quite possible their father believed him susceptible and soon to do that 'or something' that would somehow abolish the family name. She would be lying if she wasn't expecting it at some point. Maybe Kyle wouldn't ruin the family name, that would be a task, but Analise was convinced his choice of lifestyle would induce some kind of strong penitence one way or another.
“Mind explaining why you're doing so well, then?” she enquired, somewhat impatiently. “You know the complaints, about... nutrition, whatever you'd want to name it. And there was a guard we had to... let go, because he couldn't control himself and tried to take a bite out of one of his colleagues.” She looked back up at him, eyes sharp, unsure if he'd heard of that incident – there were a few similar that had transpired lately, too many. If Kyle was about to abandon sense, she'd prefer to know ahead of time... and him being so peppy in all this, for some reason, was not comforting at all.
Kyle looked at her pointedly when she answered his question, determined to figure out if he should trust that. It had been hard to trust a lot of things as of late, even Lise, but this time, Kyle decided he’d be gullible. He’d probably end up regretting it, but what could he say? He was an optimist. And he wasn’t about to dwell on what Lise and his father were talking about behind his back. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t all that important anyway. Kyle was just curious – curious to see if he was right, not that it would matter either way if Stephen expected him to fail because it was pretty obvious anyway that he did. Kyle was about 5 or so years over that particular family affair.
“Mind explaining why you're doing so well, then? You know the complaints, about... nutrition, whatever you'd want to name it. And there was a guard we had to... let go, because he couldn't control himself and tried to take a bite out of one of his colleagues.”
Kyle expected Lise to cut right to the chase, he was just waiting for the exact point in the conversation when she did. He knew about that guard though and overheard a conversation about last night. Recalling it accurately, Kyle felt the biggest part of the conversation had to be when one co-worker said “Is that really his head?” Got to love Wolfram & Hart’s methods of downsizing.
“Yeah I heard about that,” Kyle said, leaning against the wall of the corridor. “Jeffrey Ford. I always thought he was a liability anyway.” He shrugged. “But listen, honestly, I’m doing so well because I know how to handle my business.” He looked at her as if he was being obvious, and he was. He smiled a bit. “Come on, Lise. What ever is going on with these other vampires, it doesn’t affect me. Just because they go jump off a bridge doesn’t mean I’m going to. Plus, you have enough to stress over.” He pushed himself off the wall and stepped behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and started massaging them a bit in a playful manner, shaking her gently a bit. “Loosen up,” he said with a laugh and started guiding her a bit into the main room of the house. “If any one of the two of us looks like they’re going to take a bite out of one of their colleagues, it’s you.” Kyle said, letting her go and looking at her. “You know that right? ”
Her brother leaned against the wall all quite casually, seemingly alright, having already heard about Ford and his meltdown. He assured her that he was handling his own business – which was all fine and well, she supposed, except Analise didn't think Kyle was an exception to whatever rules were binding the supernatural just because he could handle things. But he had a point. Perhaps he wouldn't follow the trend. Kyle had already after all proven a bit of a rebel in this family, though she knew he had special circumstances. Ever the optimist, Kyle approached her and shook her lightly, telling her to 'loosen up.' The corners of her lips lifted slightly, traitorously, as he laughed and started towards the main room, pulling her along. He joked and she crossed her arms when he let go, eyebrow raising threateningly.
“Consider it noted and amended,” Analise replied, smiling a little more brightly. Her's was never as sincere as her brother's – but obviously she was required to be charming and approachable at the work place. The smile slipped away, though her expression was no longer a frown. She was merely deep in thought. Kyle was resilient, yes... but she didn't exactly believe he was rash. Blood lust, from what she could understand as one who did not experience it, was an irrational thing. It was required of vampires to feed for sustenance, but blood was more than food to them. Most humans didn't lust after cheeseburgers. Analise had worked with more than a few interesting characters in her years at Wolfram and Hart. Not that blood was a topic typically discussed, but she had once heard the crimson life source described as “not just a craving; a fascination.” The sentence had stayed with her all this time and she'd especially given it thought lately.
“I do think I deserve at least a warning if you feel something coming on,” she told him nonchalantly, a hint of a warning of her own in her tone as she nudged his side lightly. “You know I don't like surprises.” Not where it concerned this sort of thing, anyway. She could be fond of them – depending on what they were. “How have you been fairing in your department then, Kyle?” She was sure she would have heard complaints if there was anything terribly serious, but Analise was... well, nosy. She liked to know what was going on and it was always best to hear these things directly rather than through office gossip and rumors. She tried to stay away from those anyway, thinking them foolish and unprofessional. Analise didn't associate much socially with her colleagues when it wasn't necessary to keep up office relationships.
Kyle returned her bright smile after his attempt to "loosen" her up. He could tell she was probably smiling just to get him to stop deflecting the issue, and she made that pretty obvious when she went right back to the issue at hand. Not that he could blame her for being skeptical. Kyle was lucky - he had the will power to fight against his own hunger - a skill that he trained himself in even when he was human. He disciplined himself in keeping himself away from favoring indulgences, and always being in control of his body and mental capabilities. He never partied way too hard, he never drank way too much, he never did anything without thinking about the risk. Hence why he was so good at business risk management. Not to say he didn't live life and had fun, but he did so in moderation - he did so using his brain. That still applied for him as a vampire.
Still, he knew that wasn't the case for all vampires. And he couldn't deny that it was an every day challenge to keep that discipline going. And lately, what ever was affecting all the vampires - well, of course he could feel it. But Kyle was confident he could wait this out and control himself. He wasn't surprised that his family didn't think so of course.
“I do think I deserve at least a warning if you feel something coming on. You know I don't like surprises.”
"Lise, if I plan on going on a massacre, you'd be the first to know." Kyle said with exaggerated seriousness. "I'll shoot you an email or a text or something. Actually, I'll probably leave a note on your desk at work, just to be sure you got the memo, especially if I already killed your assistant." He nodded, pretending further that he was talking serious business. But come on, he knew that Lise didn't like surprises, but who would like the surprise of someone murdering some of your trusted co-workers? Unless they were asking for it of course. Its not like he hadn't done something like that before he was a vampire when it suited him, even if indirectly.
“How have you been fairing in your department then, Kyle?”
"Fairly well actually," he said honestly. But to be really frank, the whole world was going his way right now, he was feeling so good. It was like the universe was aligning right with him at this point. "Sure my staff is a little excitable, particularly those of the supernatural variety - but I'm handling them pretty well. I don't know what it is, but they're actually a lot more productive now. Its like they're eager to get their hands dirty. A little too eager but its better than being lazy." That was the watered down version. When they had conferences, Kyle and Lilah had to spend most of the time trying to get them not to kill each other and focus on killing whatever entity that needed to be killed for the project. But as far as Kyle was concerned, at least right now, redirected energy was good energy. And since he was talking about it he might as well ask: "Is your department working on figuring out what's making everyone act a little strange? It's not just a vampire thing, contrary to popular belief. I know demons are affected too. I was thinking it was mystical in nature," Because with all the ways that spells could go wrong, he wouldn't be surprised. Its what happened with that spell Wolfram & Hart performed - led by Cain.
"I was going to suggest that I could get Wyndam-Pryce to do some double time and research this a bit. I just have a feeling dad isn't too thrilled with half of his firm deciding to...jump over that metaphorical bridge I was talking about earlier." he grinned. "I know your some of your staff is acting up too, though I'm not sure if it's hit many witches."
He mocked her with over the top severity in his answer, but Analise merely shook her head, used to his deflections. She wasn't sure why, but... she just couldn't be convinced. Perhaps because this was her brother she was over analyzing, giving it more thought than she needed to. She was sceptical again at his quick and earnest response to her question about how he'd been doing in his department. He elaborated though, and with a sigh, she nodded. She could agree with that much. She hated laziness – though even she could find opportunity, there. Just more of a chance for herself to step in, do something right, quit waiting around for someone else to attempt to do something half as well as herself. Kyle was... oh, she couldn't be sure. Certainly something was different about him, but she could very easily just put all the blame on his positive attitude, though that in itself was, well, different. Edgier?
Kyle went on to ask her about her own department. Analise's frown that had been creeping up on her as she considered her brother disappeared, replaced with a very wry little grin. “A little strange?” she echoed him rather sarcastically before she let her hair down from its clip, glad to be done with the day. Frankly, as nice as it was to have everyone working, in her department things were ridiculously unorganized as of late, thanks to how stupidly distracted a good number of the staff was. Sloppiness was never acceptable, but it made things especially difficult with so much already going wrong. Besides, her father's margin for error was practically nonexistent. So was her's. “Yes, go ahead. Mr. Wyndam-Price could do with less wallowing and more working,” she simpered. To be fair, Analise didn't know Wyndam-Price very well on a personal level, but she was very rarely ever fair.
“No, we seem to have been left alone, as far as I've heard.” Analise's hands went to her hips. “We've been looking – no, I've been looking – everyone's so easily dissuaded from their tasks.” She let out a small frustrated sound, half way between a sigh and a growl. Analise was perfectly behaved at the workplace and unfortunately for her family (rather, Kyle or Pandora) they were going to witness her less than perfect comportment within the family's private boundaries. “There's just too much all going on at once, right inside the building, too.” She fell silent for a moment, before a brow rose, her expression turning thoughtful. “Father mentioned to me a couple days ago they were going to have some hunters do some reading.” She grinned a bit, amused. It was... well, an amusing tactic, she supposed. Analise didn't understand how the hunters were supposed to succeed where she and her colleagues were failing, but it would at least relieve her of her coworkers for a few days. It might be an entertaining thing in the end; even if they did find something, well, they would the ones with the headaches from translations or sore backs from reading with bad posture.
. “Yes, go ahead. Mr. Wyndam-Price could do with less wallowing and more working,”
Kyle smiled and chuckled a bit. “Duly noted,” he said, nodding. “Maybe you both should work together – sounds like you two would get along great.” He didn’t know why he was so amused, but his sister was very pointed and sharp in her comments, almost unnecessarily so. She barely even knew Wesley and yet she had such a strong opinion about him. Obviously, this trait didn’t surprise Kyle, but some of the snappiness of her comments did. They were like pleasant little treats in the middle of a conversation – it kept things interesting, that’s for sure. Not to mention, “less wallowing and more working” could apply to pretty much anyone on her radar, whether she knew them or not, whether they were wallowing or not. It could be her personal slogan really.
But Kyle listened intently when Analise explained what was going on as far as figuring out the strange supernatural activity. Another thing that didn’t surprise Kyle was the idea that she was doing this mostly on her own, but he was more concerned about if she had made any head way. He caught that the witches weren’t affected. Maybe it was only happening to those who weren’t at all human, in any shape or form. That eliminated witches and probably werewolves. Why was this spell, phenomena, what ever it was, being selective? Still, Kyle was glad it wasn’t affecting witches. Judging by Kyle’s hunger, it was the last thing he wanted his father – especially, for the sake of the entire family – to be affected by.
“Father mentioned to me a couple days ago they were going to have some hunters do some reading.”
Kyle widened his eyes a bit at this. “Really?” It was certainly an interesting tactic. Why would he have hunters use their resources to do research on this when they had a whole team for that very purpose? Somewhat perplexed, he added a bit sarcastically. “He’s a good advocate for diplomacy, I guess.” He paused. “These wouldn’t be the same hunters that broke into Wolfram & Hart some time ago, would it?” It was the first explanation that came to mind. If he was right, there was some sort of leverage tactic going on that Kyle couldn’t pin point. Automatically, he was interested in seeing what his father’s angle was…most definitely for Kyle’s own benefit and not out of some admiration for Stephen’s manipulative talents.
Kyle suggested she work with Mr Wyndam-Pryce and Analise's nose wrinkled slightly as an eyebrow rose. Why? Pettiness wasn't something she thought particularly intelligent to possess, though she was quite the hypocrite, especially when her typical guard was down. Analise had no wish to work with the ghost – not even his alter ego, unless under special circumstances. Analise was uncertain of what it would be like to work alongside Cain on a long term basis, seeing as she had negotiated papers and contracts for him, but wasn't particularly eager to find out. Unless her father asked her to, Analise wouldn't go out of her way to make that happen. Cain was an oddity. Which was saying something, considering Wolfram & Hart was full to the brim with demons and the like... She just knew the dangers he posed and didn't generally like other powerful wiccas, viewing them as just someone else she'd have to eventually sweep under the rug.
Her brother seemed surprised at the news about the hunters' coming to work for them though. He had reason to, she really couldn't blame him. Analise didn't entirely understand it herself. It very could well be simply so that she and her department could go back to their regular work while the hunters did all the research... but somehow that seemed too simple. She would not admit her lack of understanding to Kyle though. That was a given. Analise nodded at his first reaction, seemingly ignoring how intrigued Kyle seemed to be, glancing down at her nails, though she looked up and the amused smile returned at his commented tinted with sarcasm. Oh, yes. Their father was very good at that, no matter how much he really hated whoever he was trying to work a deal with that. Analise could be too, though she wasn't sure if anyone could keep as smooth an expression as her father's. She understood his contempt for people. It was difficult to keep scepticism off her face all day, sometimes.
“Mhm,” she confirmed at his last question. “Or rather, I know at least one of them will be showing up. I'm not sure if it'll be exactly the same group.” She pressed her lips together, brows raising a little incredulously. “Mostly the same, maybe. I'm curious who father will ask to help them navigate the libraries,” she sighed, crossing her arms and weighing silently whether or not she'd be interested... it would be interesting to work with hunters, but she doubted they would prove to be good company in any way. Though Analise thought it would be nice to hand this task off to someone else, there was also that part of her that was uncomfortable with letting anyone else do anything for fear of them making mistakes or taking longer than needed. "And why choose them in particular. They've made their distrust obvious."
[ooc: I knoooow I was supposed to withhold... but its been over a month and I dunno if you still wanted me to or not? I'll delete it if so :3]
“Mhm. Or rather, I know at least one of them will be showing up. I'm not sure if it'll be exactly the same group.Mostly the same, maybe. I'm curious who father will ask to help them navigate the libraries,”
Kyle was completely perplexed. Now why would his father invite even some of the hunters who completely made a mess of Wolfram & Hart back and help them? He knew whatever was going on with the supernatural world was pretty serious, but again, that was nothing their own research team couldn’t handle. There was some strategic tactic here, and yet another reason why Kyle couldn’t exactly trust any efforts of good will his father may make towards him or the rest of the family. He never did trust his father, but this only gave him substantial evidence to back up his claim. There was always a hidden agenda to Stephen Crowley. Nothing was by chance, and nothing was just out of the ‘kindness’ of his heart. Knowing this, Kyle was interested in figuring out Stephen’s endgame with the hunters outside of keeping what ever supernatural discrepancy going on at bay. Just like Stephen was doing, Kyle preferred one very effective tactic:
“Well, talk about keeping your enemies close,” Kyle observed. He smiled at his sister again, her last sentence finally registering with him. First of all, that was her first thought? The library? It just showed how different both of them were as siblings. The library and its navigation, no matter who was in charge of it, were the last of his concerns – in fact, it wasn’t a concern at all. Sure Kyle was more than familiar with the vastness of that library, he’s spent a significant amount of time, long nights staying up and educating himself. He remembered how nearly obsessive he was during high school. He read books like his life depended on it and in a way, he felt it did. On the other hand, all things considered, the library and its affairs would be more of Analise’s concern. However, he failed to see why that thought came into her mind.
“Yes, I’d like to know ‘why them?’ too but why are you curious about who’s doing the navigating?” Kyle asked her directly. “Not exactly the most intriguing detail in this situation, I’ve got to be honest.” He tilted his head a bit. “Unless you’re trying to do the navigating. You want to be close to the action, huh?” he grinned.
Analise scoffed and gave him a skeptical look, a hand on her hip. "Kyle, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," she reminded him. "And apparently there's something we aren't doing right, seeing as we still haven't discovered what's causing the disruptions. If by some miracle the hunters know what it is..." She trailed off a moment, pursing her lips and giving a tiny shrug. "I'd like to know what their secret is." Analise raised an eyebrow. It was reasonable, she thought. If a team of trained wiccans and researchers couldn't find what it was they were looking for yet some ragtag team of nobodies did, that would not look good. Not at all. Analise only wanted to not have to rely on them again, whether she'd been ordered to or not. However, considering she hadn't been asked to help in this, she wouldn't bring it up. She was also a little relieved to be done with the whole ordeal and let someone else take over - and if she truly wanted to know the hunters' methods when all was said and done, it wouldn't be difficult to retrieve that information.
"Maybe we've been... looking at this from the wrong angle," she suggested airily, doubting it. The hunters couldn't possibly be more organized them and certainly wouldn't know more. But if the Senior Partners and her father believed they would have a better shot at solving the puzzle so be it. She was extremely curious for the outcome. Whatever it was they did differently that allowed them the amount of luck they were dealt... Though she wasn't without doubt in regards to this particular idea of her superiors', she would go through the motions, put some stock in it. Father's meeting with Mr Saltzman was the beginning of what could end up being a complete waste of time, but that was unlikely.
When Lise answered his question, Kyle nodded in agreement. This was exactly what Kyle wanted to know and had every intention on finding out. Kyle had extra motivation - he was unbelievably hungry. And when he had fleeting thoughts of ripping out the throat of his own sister - despite his uppity mood - it was definitely something he needed to look into. "Yeah," Kyle said, sticking his hands in his pockets again, sighing in thought. His tone shifted into something slightly more serious. It was the typical tone Kyle used when he was being calculating, when the wheels were churning, when the playful version of himself took a hike and the hard worker grabbed the reigns. "You know some how I doubt the hunters have sort of secret miracle cure - they're probably as blind as we are. Why else would they accept our help? I know desperate when I see it,"
"Maybe we've been... looking at this from the wrong angle,"
Kyle shook his head. "The hunters don't know anything, they wouldn't be coming to us if they did. The real question is, what angle is father playing and why." His eyebrows lifted a bit, curiosity in his expression. "We all want the same thing. The hunters want the evil vanquished and we want to conduct business as usual. The hunters will do anything to get what they want, including working with us. So how can we use the hunters to our advantage because of this? If they've been such a problem for us in the past, father must have found a way to rope them in." How? Thats what Kyle wanted to find out.
"I was actually heading to the office now." Kyle said, removing one hand from his pocket and pointing a thumb toward the door. "If we want to find out something, there's no better time than now. I know you just got back from there but its not like you have a social life to attend to right?" Kyle smiled teasingly, patting her on the back before turning to head out the door, glancing back at her to hear the response that was no doubt coming.