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This was just another long day in the making for Jonas. He stood in the front portion of his shop leaning against his the counter he normally sells his weapons from staring up a extremely large whole in the roof in his shop. He didn't have a expression on his face as a gentle breeze moved through the roof and a few more pieces feel down onto where his weapons forge had been located. Now he was guessing how much it would take to fix this mess.

Worst part was the rest of his shop had started to make a creaking noise and he was starting to worry that it would transfer all the way to his roman style that his shop was connected too. This shop was technically the front door to his home so he wasn't taking chances. Last thing he wanted was to go on his Hraapea hunt in Nuan then come back to his home in Aerr and find his shop and home caved in on itself.

He had contacted a company to come out to inspect everything but it was already mid afternoon and he wasn't in the mood for some halfwit. He looked at a mirror on the adjacent wall that survived the cave in and saw how he had dressed himself this morning after hearing the crash. His white button dressed shirt was open at the collar while his slacks were wrinkled and laced with dust he had to sweep up.

He had a casual look overall even though he wasn't up to his dressing stander he had a casual air about him. He never got his house fully inspected in the last few years.

The sight of a bird coming into the shop and landing on the exposed beam was the last thing Jonas needed. He lowered his head in defeat wondering how much he really needed this portion of the house at the moment.

His musing were cut short as he heard the sudden sound of his door opening. The only stable thing probably. He was in such a rough mood he forsaken his usual looking a pretty woman over. Just showed how bad his day was going.

"Ahy, this is my 'lovely' home and shop. God forshaken roof collapsed on my forge." He sighed pushing himself off the counter and walking over to the pile and seeing a blade handle pulled it out only to find it cracked and bent in multiple directions.

"I'll take it your the inspector." His voice came out low and tired, he was finally acting his age.

Jonas was still depressed over his hard work being turned into bent scraps of metal. He gave a tired sigh as he tossed the junk blade back into the pile. "Valentine. Just call me Jonas, I really don't care..." He said as his eye went over to the mouse before shaking his head. Now he knew why he always thought his pantry was a little thin at times.

"Yes this is the only damage currently. I'm more worried about my home. It's old, maybe historical...doesn't matter what they call it to me." He said as he walked to door at the back of the shop and opened it to revel a short tight passage way that opened out to reveal his atrium with a rectangular pool in the middle and a mural of a shield made into the floor.

He held the door open for her patiently. "I got the shop portion of this place about thirty years ago. The couple died and left me the house portion of it. It's mainly stone but the study is wood and so is the kitchen." He said looking it over.

"I haven't caught your name? They gave me a males name but I'm guessing it was misinformation."

He followed behind her silently listiening to the clicking of her heels for a moment before standing behind her watching as she picked up the loose stone. "Ahy..." He watched the stone for a moment before clicking his tongue. "That might be partially my fault. I practice and train in this portion of the house.." He said pointing a part of the mosaic where a large streak or broken stone ran through the edge of it.

He nodded hearing her statement about who the name he got earlier was. He lifted a brow at her when she spoke about how good she was. "I would hope so. As much as I'm paying you guys" He said frowning at her question.

Jonas could stand losing some of his stuff but his study was almost entirely wood and important on his hraapea search. He was so close. "Anything but the study I have important...research..." He said frowning looking toward a door that was down a short hall.

"I guess I still need you to check it..."

Jonas got a chuckle out of her statement. It was funny how he always prided himself on being so precise with his weapons in a fight. Although for training he was used to showing of for girls and well they always loved seeing sparks fly when steel met rock. "If I did that I wouldn't of made a good guard."

He gave a small smile as he listened to her speak. Yeah she pretty much would be getting over, although maybe he could make a friend. Once again he was intrigued by the fairer sex, although he still wasn't in the mood to give her his hundred and ten percent. "I guess you wouldn't." He said admitting defeat and was glad he mastered the skill of not looking when he was a lot younger.

"I understand that." He said to her as he looked around. "I wasn't paying as much attenction to my home as I should. My recent trips to Nuan hasn't helped." He said with a sigh as he started to feel his personal bank accout might have to go into his shop's at this rate.

"I hope not. As much time as I spent working on it." He said walking to the door. "Well, since I seem to enjoy you company. And getting the full value of my money you get to invade my privacy." He joked as he opened the door to his office and bowed slighlty as part of his joke.

It was riddled with information on Hraapea's from guessed pictures on the walls to a strange training schedule left by itself. Papers were left on the desk that held different infomration on a few hraapea he had meet although their names were all coded.

"My research is on...mythical being that affected the past." He lied, they were based he, he supposed, on the hrapys of the past. So it seemed plausible if no one looked too closely at the papers.

He got a small laugh from her rolling her eyes and shrugged a little, Nuan has been many things to him. "For me has, I hate it though." He said following behind her and blinked as he heard the gasp. "That bad?" He asked as he started straightening up a few papers.

Jonas caught the picture she had been looking at. It was a picture he got drawn of what a person said was Annabel. He never actually met her but a few people said they seen her when she landed or something. He had doubt of that since all the other Hraapea had been with guardians.

"Angels among humans in view." he said giving her a smile, ignorant o what she knew. "Just look at it in recent cultures."

He blinked as he saw her pull of her jacket. She had a nice body he give her that, "For now anyway. Once I...acquire something I will probably become a regular customer." He said imagining how much damage he could cause teaching a hraapea how to fight like a monster. He had so far collected enough data to make them the best at war, and maybe his own child at the same time.

"Not really. I upkeep this room actually. I can't have my research getting ruined." He said leaning on his desk watching her. She seemed tense now.

Jonas lifted an eye brow as he waited for her to finish her sentence. Moving all the things he collected might take a few hours but he could manage. Although paying for her to come out again wasn't something his bank account wanted.

Finally getting tired of waiting he looked at a sheet of paper on his table with a few facts he had about a child Hraapea looking it over with notes he took. Finally he lifted his eyes to her and gave a click of his tounge. "True."

"That's not too bad..." He said but a sad frown came on his face at the thought of having his shop torn down but he probably needed it. He let out a pent up sigh, "Guess I'm going to be the owner of a stall for a while. I'll worry about that when it comes." He said rubbing the side of his face.

"Why is that?" He said looking at her saying it was a different battle. Another sigh escaped his lips as he remember when he realized that "battles" weren't always just physically hurting another. "If it has somethign to do with the goverment don't tell. Last thing I need is them ruining my life...again."

Jonas didn't notice the look on her face as he looked at the ground scowling. He wasn't going to let them ruin this life now. They stripped him of his military career without even a hearing now this place? He was older now and didn't have anything else to live for other then the cigars, alcohol, and women. Often not in that order.

"Figures, take away my military career then my home and profession...." He blinked as he looked at her hearing the end of sentence. Why help him? He really hoped this wasn't the 'old' man thing people sometimes gave him. "Why help me Miss? You barely know me."

He leaned back against his desk staring at another picture on the wall. The male was one he knew wasn't in existence but he pictured what he could do with that. Train him hard, teach him throughly, then at the end unleash his protege. He needed to keep his home, the seclusion would make it all happen.