Wolves Ain't Howl Alone(Uriel/Natasha)

Apart from performing tasks and duties whenever assigned to her, Natasha found it somewhat humorous that she hadn't quite settled into any specific division yet. Whether that was out of personal choice or wondering who she'd mesh with amongst her peers, she hadn't been able to sit down and engage in a proper interview to come to a proper conclusion but she had put in an application not long ago.

Ruminating on each division, she wondered which stood out to her and matched her talents the most and much to her chagrin, outside of the research, she seemed to slot in everywhere else quite well to some extent. She figured that now was as good a time as any to settle in on something and prepared herself accordingly. Dressed within professional wear, she made her way through the city to go through a few interviews and see what she liked, what group she felt she meshed with, and how she could be of service.

Making her way into a pleasant café, Natasha ordered a cup of coffee as she sat down. Hopefully things would go well, she mused.

Taking small pleasant sips from her coffee cup, Natasha continued to wait patiently until her another member would arrive and her interview would begin. She was in no particular rush. The day was relatively early, the sun was abundantly bright, and this cofee' was to die for. Natasha would certainly order another cup once she was finished with the first.

Her attention was quickly found itself shifting on something other than coffee as azure eyes set themselves upon the tall and radiant form of Uriel as he sat at her table after ordering a traditional dark roast. He was a tall, handsome man with a charming smile. She shamelessly found herself stealing a silent glance or two before she nodded, setting down her cup of coffee to greet him properly.


"Go right on' ahead, honey,. Way I see it, I can' enjoy a bit o' eye candy while I wait for my Vandenreich Interview. . Name's Natasha. Pleasure to meet ya," she'd finish with a warm smile.

A hand, though relatively small compared to Uriel's would reach and firmly grasp his own as Natasha accepted the handshake before returning to her coffee and taking a small sip, lifting a hand to request another order along with a breakfast sandwich.

Turning back to Uriel, she tilted her head in curiosity as she took the time to analyze his words. Applicant, eh? She didn't get the sense this man was the one who was going to interview her but the part about his division and the hope she would fall to his own had piqued her interest.

"Pleasure to make ya, Uriel. Comin' here has been a pretty nice' change of pace compared' to my time in the US. Since I've hardly any idea when my interview will begin or whether my evaluator will arrive, do ya mind tellin' me what your division specializes in? Perhaps ya' can hire me on the spot if ya like what ya' hear..."

Might as well, right?

"Internal affairs, hm~? Things that don't see the light of day? Sounds mysterious. I like it'." Natasha would chuckle softly as she pondered on whether or not she would be applicable to him rather than whether she felt applicable anywhere else. To be certain, she felt she slotted into any other division other than research. She was a former soldier in the US who specialized in handling anything in the realm of the supernatural.

After she moved on from that, she did some work as a freelance assassin to earn some cash and make a living'. She was highly advanced and had experienced many battles and situations against anything from hollows to demons and other unnatural oddities in the world. Natasha couldn't definitively tell him if she fit or not.

"I can't say' for certain where I find myself' applicable to begin wit'. I'd like to think I fit in any other division outside of research as I don't focus on extraneous details and the nitty gritty' like they do. If anything, I guess you'd be a better judge of that' than me," Natasha would admit with an air of soft calm in her voice.

" I spent quite a few years as a soldier in the united states where I was one of the go-to options for facing supernatural threats and oddities. Hollows, demons... you name it, I could handle it. When I moved on from there... I did freelance work as an assassin for hire. I reckon I coulda' chose a more normalized job but when ya' fight yer' entire life, it never really leaves yer system..."

Natasha hadn't revealed the deeper nuance behind her life or history and the fallout in her life that led her to travel to the City of Lights to begin with but that wasn't particularly good table talk, was it?

"Protecting the world is what I stand for, too, to defend those who can't defend themselves and maintain some sense of peace in this world. Combat is what I know'. Fightin' is in my blood. For me, as a soldier whose been through her fair share of conflict... wouldn't forgive myself if I looked away from others' out here' who might be sufferin', knowin' I could help them out."

In this frame of mind, the two certainly shared a similar viewpoint. Uriel seemed wholly committed to his duty and Natasha wished to find duty again - for only in death does death truly end. No matter who you were, once you experienced battle, once a decision was made to fight in the name of a greater cause, one could never truly return to what others would consider a "civilized" life. Such an act would be regarded as cowardice those who still fought on in spite of the fear and terror they experienced on the battlefield everyday.

"It might hurt... but we need to keep goin, right'? Fight the good fight, defend those who can't defend themselves." Natasha would finish her first cup of coffee, moving onto the next with a sort of deft precision about it all. She enjoyed acting composed and professional for a change. It tended to give people a finer insight into how she could truly conduct herself outside of the cowgirl impression she was saddled with. Although admittedly, that was partly her fault...