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[Akroma]

"So how long have you been in france?"

[kj1225]

"About a year. Parents said something about new business opportunities... my house is just up ahead."
Oceanus gestures to a house about three houses away. It seems rather obvious but it sticks out due to the plants on the porch.

[Akroma]

"Only a year? But your french is almost better than mine, and I've been here for 6 years now!"

[kj1225]

"I guess I just have a knack for language?"
Oceanus shrugs and leads up to the door, pulling out his key and unlocking it before opening it for Morgana.

[Akroma]

"This place is huge...all this for only 3 people?"

[kj1225]

Oceanus looks away awkwardly as a trio of rather large dogs trot up.
"We have pets... and a maid..."

[Akroma]

"A maid?....Okay, who did you parents kill? Surely they must be mafia for this kind of money."

[kj1225]

Oceanus smirks as the dogs come up to inspect the new arrival.
"Oh no, it's much worse than the mafia. Pharmaceuticals."

[Akroma]

"Ah, truely capitalising on those who can't refuse you...speaaking of which I forgot to mention it, but joining the occult club includes a monthly fee...."

Naturaly, Morgana smiled. It was afterall, a jovial jest. Though there was a noticable delay between joke and laugh that left a lingering impression

[kj1225]

"We can discuss that after you fix my hand... Oh, by the way, that's Hurricane, Storm, and Rain."
He says pointing to a large dog who seems to be a black lab mix of some kind, a white dog who is equally large but more fluffy than the others, and a smaller dog who seems to be a mix of the two.

[Akroma]

"Well, your house, I have no idea where the medical supplies are."


If Oceanus knew one thing, it was his dogs, in intricate detail bordering an extrasensorical connection of minds. Even when their expression went far below the obvious tells, that any average person could decipher by instinct alone. Well raised, as they were, a dog may hide his natural behaviour, and accept their masters guest out of trust and loyalty - Oceanus was not one to be fooled by such veils. There was something very subtle going on in the dogs, and - so much was clear for even the untrained eye - the cause was Morgana. The dogs were averse of her in a complex but profound manner. The way they never once turned their back on her was cause for unrest for Oceanus as well, the longer this behavious persisted, the more sailant it became...

[kj1225]

Oceanus nods and gestures for her to follow. He leads her up the stairs and down the hall to a door, which presumably leads to the closet with the medical supplies.

[Akroma]

Morgana applied some ointment to Oceanus, and bandaged his hand, all under the unblinking, watchful eyes of his pack. Rain let out a small, almost unnoticable whine, and stepped a little closer as she touched him, while Hurricane took a tense stance. The muscles in his legs were drawn bowstrings - ready to fire at any hint that Oceanus was not alright.

[kj1225]

Morgana would note that the closet is quite well stocked with medical supplies. Which makes sense, given his parents probably have a good idea of what's the best to buy. With a small wave of his uninjured hand he signals for the dogs to settle themselves. If he didn't know Morgana he might have been worried more, but given she has the force of will and ability to summon otherworldly tentacles, it's no surprise that the dogs would instinctively know something isn't right.

[Akroma]

"The dogs are well behaved."