Tar
Henry looked up from his coffee (he told himself he really didn't need another coffee, it was the fourth this morning but the damn machine in the station made it about 80% more dilluted than his coffee machine) towards Noel. Quickly munching down the rest of his donut, he swallowed and answered as he leaned back in his chair, "We're going down to the sewers to track this thing down. Might be some sort of ravenous mutant or magical monster."
He righted himself then with a serious expression and leaned over the desk, closer to Noel.
"And we are going to stop it. Before it decides it needs to kill even more people in the same brutal fashion," Henry explained, and his face momentarily grew less tense. "And you're going to be our armed escort. Seeing as we don't know what we might be dealing with here, more firepower can't hurt."
The detective reached for another donut, internally musing how the girl's composure had improved drastically once confronted with the facts of the problem. Mid movement, his hand froze consciously when he heard the door to the offices open and he recognized who had just come in. Saber. Except she wasn't alone, being accompanied by who, judging by the very imposing black armor and brooding look on his face, the unchained surmised might have been the friend she had recently found and spoken of before.
He wasn't sure why he was here with her, but he wondered if he was just as much of a superhuman as she was. Closing his donut box as they approached, he got up with a frown, staring Saber in the eye.
"I was expecting you earlier. Had some trouble?" He asked. Henry looked over them carefully as his eyes strayed over their postures and up to the black knight's face.
Sarse
Sarse was startled when the older man also listening to the song of the woman of life incarnate started choking on his food. Though he appeared to deal with it fine, the angel made to approach out of polite concern regardless, but was stopped. The woman's sudden inquiry and the biting sounds at the edge of her words caused him to hesitate.
He scowled slightly, uncertain, at her statements. Her name entered his mind, t̜͚̳h̔͗̿̏̈̀̏e͈̫̩̣̜͊̎̃ͨ̂̔ ͨ̉̀Ḫ̫͖̱̮̯̔̍ͣͯͭe͚̜̣̤͉̫͓͌̽ͯͬ͌ͨ̚a̾ͬ̌͒͊ͬ̐r͎͚̼̗̝̪͗ͅt̰̭͍̳͈̅́ͬͪ̏̚ͅ ͉̠͚̪̰̒̊ő̙ͩͩ͂̔f̔̃͛̍͆̇ ͚̝̼͖̖G̲͚̩ͦ͑ͩ̓ͤȏ̲͚ͯ̐ͩdͥͩͨ̽͒, and Sarse almost recoiled internally. The seraph did not comprehend what it signified, or what she meant by "her own" - though he had a feeling, in some ways helped by the tales her song told, that she might have been even beyond the word-bound of Life - and the implication she laid towards his body was immediately uncomfortable. It was but a shell in which a celestial like him could mingle among men, true, but he considered it a part of his self in the physical universe. And was the skin still not a part of the body? A major one, in fact.
Sarse could have dodged her question. Protocol and caution certainly told him to do so, but in this mystical city, he was unsure of how much following protocol would help him - or it - and Than'Sanel as well as others were nearby. So, confused by her nature as though he may have been, he answered truthfully.
"I walk in this earthly vessel because my true form is not meant for the world of mortals," he said, voice somber and honest. "Does this mean of consideration for all that is around us offend you in some way?"
