Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
Job Log #9747


Apparently the humans felt the need to celebrate the turn of the seasons.
Ironically, by the time that Hosrius had heard about it, spring had all but passed and summer was already on its way in. The warmer seasons were something that the Jirian was far more comfortable with; his homeworld and most of the Jirian ships he’d been on were more humid and warm. Fiore was perfectly capable of reaching and surpassing the warm weather he had grown up in but, on the same front, it was just as viable to freeze and chill a person or alien to the bone.
Nonetheless, the humans always found a reason to thrown festivals and celebratory events. The one celebrating the spring equinox was actually more understandable to Hosrius, as he discovered it was to shine a light on the season where the harvest could be planted and the natural world came back to life after winter. Still, some of the events he’d read about in the festival seemed… less than focused on that and more on silly notions of holidays and odd traditions. Then again, he imagined that others would view the things his people or other races celebrated as strange as well.
But the spring event served as both a reason to learn more about the world and a good cover for finally making contact. Now that Maker was confirmed as alive and thriving on Earthland, it meant his ledger wasn’t clean and he had to take responsibility for the transgression. Maker’s brother had come planetside to aid in the hunt, now more willing to take part in act than he was prior. Grubar was, of course, insistent that he join in as well -- after everything he’d heard about Maker, he was convinced that he was far more interesting than the target they had been sent to Earthland to hunt. Finally, Hosrius had asked Mercury to accompany them, as she was the one that could confirm Maker’s condition with her own eyes.
“So… humans just… look around for eggs and then paint them?” Grubar asked his compatriot. He was staring down at the billboard with all the advertised events, the Scengar looking bewildered and puzzled. “And what in the hell is a leprechaun?”
Hosrius pulled up his armband monitor and ran a quick keyword search. “Apparently they are miniature humanoids that are rumored to harbor gold.” He flipped around the screen so that Grubar could see the crude image that had been uploaded to the database he’d ground.
“Looks more like vanthaw. Nasty little buggers; razor sharp teeth and sharp talons. Good if you cook them medium well though.”
“Yes well, according to this page, there is no definitive proof that they even exist. These are merely caricatures.”
“Stars, that’s dumb. Though this Aester bunny battle sounds hilarious,” the Scengar said with a chuckle. “When’s Merc supposed to get here?”
Hosrius took a look around. “Well, we are a little early but I imagine momentarily. She has a habit of arriving early and surveying the places she has to have meetings.”
“She’s a smart one, that’s for sure. Smart with a tight, firm body.” Grubar let out a naughty little growl as he revisited very fond memories. “And for your mysterious third party? The one that’s Maker’s brother?”
“Much like our dear Xocili, I imagine he’s already here as well. But our meeting with him isn’t for another hour. I figured we could enjoy the festival for a bit before we got down to business.”
“Well Hos, if you really want me to enjoy this festival, I expect you to take part in this dancing around a pole thing. That sounds like something I wouldn’t want to miss.” Grubar said with a wicked grin, tapping on the event and its description.
Hosrius snorted. “I wouldn’t get my hopes up, Grubar.” He was pretty sure he could argue his way out of participating in anything too silly. Then again, he may find himself teamed up on -- Mercury seemed to be just as impish as the Scengar. Perhaps he’d made a mistake in suggesting this particular outing beforehand…
MEL @ WW