Alecia looks up the marble steps, the steps that would lead her to her new job, a way to seek retribution. For through those oak double doors was the GMHG, or Global Monster Hunters Guild, an organization secretive and hidden away. Only making itself known to few when the horrors of the vale enter our world, and those few were the lucky and skilled enough who survived these horrors, and to come face to face with their saviors.
"...Afterall, you survived for a reason." Alecia mutters to herself, having worked as an RCMP officer roaming the boarders of Canada, her mind wanders as she begins her ascent. Thinking how frustratingly straightforward her life was- make sure no one illegally entered Canada, patrol, uphold the law, that last bit however beginning to stress her when the 'laws' in place could be bent by any officer who had a grudge or disdain towards another Civilian. She wanted to make a difference, thought she'd be the one to break the mould, but the establishment was... not what her naive youth thought it was, what her lack of critical thought didn't allow her to acknowledge back then. It filled her with regret.
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, as upon arriving to the door a hand was placed on her shoulder. A brown, nearly black haired man, of some central Asian descent, looks to Alecia with deep green eyes smiling at her.
"Cold feet?" he says with a rather north American accent, vaguely mid western.
She shakes her head "Nah Stephan, just... thinking. Uhm, lets go in? I look forward to meeting the rest of the team"
"Part of the team, this is just one of a dozen headquarters in eastern Canada. You'll meet the others in time, maybe some of our stations across the Atlantic or Pacific even-" Stephan opens the door, leading the pair into a large, open space of bespeckled tiled floors, a singular stair case, and doors leading to halls and other rooms.
"-You'll be assigned to Manticore squad, not my name, theirs. Heh, they're in need of new hands and fresh minds.... and you've already met two of its members." He sighs, rubbing the back of his head. "The teams last mission went poorly, I won't give the details and I implore you not to broach it either, some are still quite sensitive to the matter"
Alecia nods, fully understanding the notion of grief and what forms it can take, as well as how long it can linger on ones heart and soul. She exhales, shaking off the immediate concerns, before a new hesitation scurried into her mind, "Oh, uh, Stephan, will the, er, big one be part of this team?..." She looks nervous, saying this. First encounters with the supernatural aside, she wasn't expecting to see that barreling in to the gas station to save her ass on that fateful night...
Stephan simply quirks his head, unsure what to make of what she said before smiling and letting loose a bark of laughter, "OH! Hahaha, you're talking about Diana? Oh, don't you worry about her, she wouldn't hurt a fly. I can imagine at the time she'd have appeared to be quite uh, the fright. But she's just as determined to keep people safe as the rest of us." He pauses in his walk to turn to Alecia- "Just, when the fight gets on she has a reputation of uh, bulking out, comes with the lycanthropy, as you could probably guess." As he says 'bulking', he flexes and exaggerates his pose, looking as big as possible. Before relaxing and returning to leading Alecia to her awaiting team.
By this point, the pair had walked through at least three sets of doors, two halls, and past numerous offices and a break room. The building relatively full and seeming to share its space with... a rather mundane lawyering firm? A front, perhaps? Regardless, among the white collared workers were suited individuals, decked in various military grade gear getting ready to head out on a mission- while others relaxed in t-shirt and slacks, or other less professional attire. Drinking or eating or shooting the shit. Her eye did linger on some of the more, exotic folk. In one instance, someone who could best be described as an Elf from Tolkiens books coated in tiger stripes walked by, wearing effeminate clothes but speaking a in a rich, deep, baritone accent over a phone. Another, far more wild, was a small... dog? Reptile? It scurried on four, no, six? Eight?? Legs, noodling about with a collared tactical vest that was custom fitted to segment down the length of their fur and scale coated hide. Its... muzzle was pointed and with a small snout, like a ferrets, eyes beady with blue irises, but clearly intelligent. It stops to stand up at the coffee pot pouring some joe into an available paper cup, downing it, before fleeing off to a forming group of other individuals.
Alecia sets her eyes back to infront of her, realizing staring is probably not the best move for being here on the first day, or was it expected?... she exhales again, what the hell had she gotten herself into...
The pair walk the a final door, leading into a well furnished room with meeting table set up and dry-erase board. Scattered about were several humans of varying ethnicity, a... devil? And Diana and Patrick, A beefed up, pale skinned woman with a shock of ginger hair, and a much smaller, stout, blond hair fellow with a thick chin strap beard. Both of whom Alecia had the pleasure of meeting in person as she fought hard to fend off the hoards of 'Rock Ispmuds', apparently, assaulting the gas station for its unfortunate placement over a leyline.
The two look over to her, wave, and approach beginning the appropriate formalities. To which Alecia replied in kind... her minds worries fading away as she gradually began to feel more at home in this wild, weird, but honest community.