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In a small but not forgotten corner of Deus, Horace rapped his knuckles smartly on a door that may have led to a broom closet - an assumption that could be made simply because of the size, or the lack thereof. But, judging from the nameplate on the door, it was more likely to be the office of one Gale Gentry.

"Hello, Gale. Have you got a minute?" Horace seriously debated trying to edge his way in even if Gale did not have time.

Oh. He blinked. Introducing himself had never crossed his mind. He was so used to reading up on other hunters that he simply forgot that other people didn't. Sheepishly, he rubbed his bad hand through his hair, extending the good one to shake. "Sorry. Horace Nokoni, in your division." His smile was a little sheepish, too, as he looked down at Gale and then moved past him into the office.

Horace sat in a chair, not the fun swivel one, to his eternal sadness, and fished a notebook out of his pocket. "Figure you'd appreciate me getting to the actual point.." He chewed on the end of his pen for a second before looking up at the other man and shrugging. "Heard this last thing, the green eyes infection, had to do with O and, uh, a little birdie said you'd know more and might be willing to tell." It was a statement, but his voice lilted up hopefully at the end as though it were a question.

"Mhmm, try to make it a point of finding out at least who the higher ranked hunters are on the island. Nice to meet ya, too." He grinned at the idea of someone being lost and knocking on a closet door.

Horace nodded at Gale's question. "There's not a lot of readily available information in the books and records that I have access to, and admittedly, I'll always be better with written word. But word of mouth seems the best way to find things out." He looked expectantly at Gale. Puppy dog eyes very (very briefly) considered and discarded as likely more creepy than useful in this instance.

He wrinkled his nose. "That seems highly inefficient. Why didn't more people record things? He paused, considering Gale's question.

"To be honest, I want to know everything. But I- hmm, how exactly are Ouroboros related to the most recent outbreak of green eyes? And previous outbreaks?" His pen was ready, just itching to take notes in shorthand.

Horace resisted the urge to roll his eyes. ******** organization, how does it work? Apparently, not exactly well in this division. He noted the eyepatch curiously - a fidget or a recalled memory... "A different perspective? How different?" There had been talk on twitter about them, of course, and a vague detailing of their aims, hardly comprehensive.

An artifact that caused a thirst for knowledge. He pursed his lips for a moment. In that dream that was not quite a dream, there had been something that cause a thirst not for knowledge, but a sort of all-consuming greed for the things each person had wanted most. He had abandoned friends to hold it, hoard it, and in the end, it had disappeared, vanished from his hands. It had never really been there. "What kind of artifact is it?" A pause. "I'm assuming the virus is 'green eyes'. How did they get the artifact and do we know what they plan on doing with it?" His pen tapped against the paper. Where there was one artifact, there were more, and not all of them were beneficial.

"Things a certain way?" He prompted. Did Ouroboros believe fear creatures were not to be ...corralled, more or less, or that horsemen were a gift to humanity or... He frowned, utterly distracted by Gale's next comment.

He hummed thoughtfully. "Then they were behind the outbreak in the mall - the mission that Rep spearheaded?" Jordan had attacked him then; he had watched hunter fight hunter while a desperate few tried to save civilians. "If they are attempting to infect us, was the recent incident a test-run or some sort of mistake?" He wondered how deep Gale had gotten into their ranks.

"Gale," he began, remembering the feel of it in his hands. "Were you a part of the mass dreamstate recently, the one with knights?" His pen tapped idly against the paper. "In it, we were history: reliving old knights' decisions. There was a grail, one that caused a kind of greedy madness... People fought over it; I had taken it from Lucky in the end, only to have it vanish from my hands. Perhaps it was the same sort of thing, even the same grail, although I feel like, if so, it must have gotten stronger as years pass." He wondered if that was a weakened version or a real one at all.

"A trial run? Were you present for that?" He raised one brow and made another note in his notebook. The idea that the grail was the same was certainly interesting, although he didn't know if that information was actually useful beyond a coincidental level.

He tapped his pen thoughtfully. "How much do we know of Ouroboros' internal structure, then? Do they have a figurehead?"