maskeddarkness | Trial of Trials : Act 2

There's something uneasy that can be felt in the city, and seemingly no end to the rumors springing up in the wake of the downtown explosion that leveled BOARD's headquarters. Stories of an odd sickness where the afflicted suddenly winds up anemic, their blood levels dangerously low, despite feeling fine that morning have already taken root, others of strange animals seen roaming at night, and horrible screams and gunshots in one of the parking garages....

The space where the ill-fated headquarters lays silent, an empty patch of dirt and gravel that seemed to attract those drawn to stories and rumors. Police have already had to shoo away opportunists with metal detectors, hoping to find something interesting in the impressively quickly cleared wreckage, and others have reported something that just feels... wrong, when they walk by the site. The ghosts of those who hadn't made it out of the collapse? Or something else? Noone can really put a finger on it to explain.

And meanwhile, under the cover of shadows, things unknown to those who still walk in the light continue to move. Whispers of the rogue mage and a treasure trove of information, of upsets in the vampire hierarchy, and sworn revenge on the mages who had used one of their own for their gain.

And deep in a hidden lab, BOARD's remains and allies continue to work, twisting all they can get their hands on to create the perfect weapon; made of the very things they wish to cleanse from the world. The loss of the incapacitated vampire elder was only a small one, with how much they had already extracted and drawn from it. And if the rumors of their knowledge being in the hands of their enemies were true? They would just have to speed up their projected timeline. Or simply slow down that of the world. After all, they were mages. Reality bended to their will, not that of those who opposed them....

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Phillip tends to not to mess with the werewolf population on a daily basis- or most of the time, really. Obviously, he sticks mostly to Changelings, and humans when he can, but things have gotten increasingly complicated. And it's not like he didn't know who and what people were before. Just that he tried to stay out of there way unless there was something in particular he wanted to figure out. Or they were fun.

This whole... debacle has made a bunch of them much more noticeable, however. And who is he to ignore one of those very notable pieces just hanging out in an alley? ...With a ridiculous amount of hamburgers? Sure, ok, that's probably fine. "You alright, there?" he asks, leaning against the other side of the alleyway. Seriously you look kind of insane.

He's gotta get protein and fat back in him somehow, and the best value for money was burgers.

He barely glances up at the intrusion, but his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath to sigh back out; the picture of faintly bothered irritation. Changeling, then, there was that usual odd tang in the air of their magic, but this one has a slightly more mundane eau de corpse about it. "Depends on who's askin'," he comments: his Japanese is flawless, if odd - Osaka-ben, maybe. "But I don't reckon I got much t'say t'y'all and yers."

"Why not?" Phillip asks, tilting his head to the side with a smile. He looks charming, especially for those who can't see underneath his Mask, but there is definitely the air of 'well now that I know this annoys you I'm just going to keep doing it' to it, "I don't see why we can't all be friends."

(See, this is why he usually sticks to Changelings- he tends to wind up starting things accidentally or on purpose otherwise.)

Charming isn't particularly impressive to Kinji. He just doesn't trust Changelings on principle. It's not like any of them have left all that reassuring impacts on him.

"Now well, I don't reckon y'all'd be the type t'have any difficulty makin' friends. But me, I'm a right bit more particular 'bout the company I keep. An' I like 'em a bit more down t'earth than what y'all're offerin'."

Phillip huffs, brushing a bit of his hair back. "Well, that's a bit unfair, isn't it? We're a mixed crowd, you know, like any other group. Or would you much like it if I started lumping you in with all of your fellows?" He doesn't know a lot about this guy, but given that a.) he's still in the city and b.) his overall appearance, he feels like he might not be too keen on being compared to the more... feral of his kind.

If you were Summer, Phillip, you would have just hit a motherlode. The only visible response is Kinji's jaw tightening, his eyes narrowing as he glares, but outraged fury rolls under his skin like fire, and he turns his glare to the wall.

"Y'all don't know a damn thing about me t'even think about makin' a call like that."

Sometimes Phillip thinks he would have fit very well in Summer. He does kind of enjoy getting a rise out of people, after all.

"I didn't," Phillip says, tilting his head to the side with a charming smile, "but you seem plenty comfortable making those kind of assumptions about me. So why don't we both just start fresh?"

"Naw, I think we're done here." He pushes himself off the wall and goes for the alley's exit. "I get enough a' y'all tryin' t'pull shit on me when I'm on duty, don't need all y'all startin' shit when I'm relaxin'."

"Is striking up a casual conversation 'pulling shit'?" Phillip asks, watching him go. He'd hate to see what you do when he was actually up to something.

"'f all a' yer type I've met so far, ain't a one a' them what didn't have some kinda ulterior motive." He's opening his fast food bag again, removing another burger. "I ain't inclined t'find out if yer the same."

"My ulterior motive is that I like chatting," Phillip says dryly, "You've caught me and my devious, devious plan of getting to know people."

Trial of Trials : Act 2

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