Stepping into Cobus’ trailer wasn’t at all what Gabe had expected – half of him had been right there with Anais, dreaming up beaded curtains and crystal balls, while the other half had wondered if they weren’t about to walk into something much darker. Usually he’d have a sixth sense about that type of thing, some icy rock in the pit of his stomach that was a silent warning, but he’d felt nothing as they’d followed their guide across the camp, no impending sense of dread. In fact, Cobus’ home looked disappointingly normal, as did the man himself. He was old, as Gabe had expected he’d be, and aided largely by the son who stood beside him. Once he’d introduced himself as warmly as he could, Gabe moved back to stand beside Anais, the pair taking the seats on a nearby sofa that were offered to them. “Ik denk dat er geen geheimen voor ogen die allemaal te zien,” he quipped with a smile. Between what he’d learned so far and Cobus’ son’s English, the breakdown between their languages was actually surprisingly small. They hadn’t lost many details in the short conversation they’d had so far and that had to bode well. “He’s right, though, as I’m sure knows,” he confirmed to the Seer’s son, “I’m a seraph, an angel.” It seemed to put the man at ease, to hear that his father was right yet again – he had to be used to all this by know, to the predictions and the strange people coming to seek out his father, but you could never tell how a stranger would respond to predictions of the future. The son was obviously relieved that they meant his father no harm.
Gabe couldn’t help but wait with a bit of bated breath to hear how Cobus might answer Anais’ question – it was, after all, why they’d come out to see him. They needed to know what he’d seen next, what prediction he’d made that was sending such a wave through the supernatural community. He was starting to have grand visions, to see on a more global scale – wasn’t that why they’d been sent here? At the sight of the notebook, Gabriel couldn’t help but smile lightly. So he wasn’t the only one that still did things the old fashioned way, that wanted a hard copy of the things they’d seen, what they’d done. He watched closely as the Seer flipped through the pages, making a mental note of several of the things the old man pointed out to them. “Wat er precies zal het protest worden over? Wanneer vindt het plaats?” They could wager that the uprising would have something to do with the revelation of their kind, but beyond that they’d just be grasping at straws. Would it be a pro-human rally? A gathering to fight for supernatural rights? And just how small was the timeframe they were working on? “I’m sorry for so many questions,” Gabe apologize to the son first, letting him translate to his father directly. “Does he know anything about who will be responsible for the death of the wolves? A name, maybe?” They needed every little detail they could get from the Seer if they were even going to think about trying to stop whatever catastrophe awaited them in London. This was turing into one heck of a first day...
((*I guess there are no secrets from eyes that see all. ** What exactly will the protest be about? When does it take place?))