The Quest Giver [Einmal Mod Account] (
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maskeddarkness2017-08-21 07:03 pm
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....
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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"...thanks." His voice sounds painfully hoarse, but he still takes the shirt. It hangs off him like a scarecrow when he puts it on, and just makes him look more harrowed. Wearing it, all he can smell is Tachibana - his sweat and his blood, far more potent, reaching easily through the headache and making him shudder. But he still tries to stand up; he has to, even with every limb shaking as he does. "...what time 's'it?"
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And the look on Kinji's face as he says it suggests full well that he thinks the vampire is entirely capable of it - after all, look how easily he'd been reduced to this. "'less I can get him first."
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And his hands drop again, and he's staring pointedly at Tachibana's leg. Something in his eyes is so defeated - whether or not he did manage to tag the vampire now, he'd already hurt Tachibana, he was surprised the wolf hadn't somehow severed the mage's Achilles.
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"He wasn't going to kill you. He was setting you up so that I would." There was a dark anger that flashed in Tachibana's eyes with that realization.
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And then starts walking. Away from the sounds of people in the near distance; if he came here through the alleyways, there must be a way back to the storage units through them. His legs are still shaky, his steps uneven and shambling, but he's still moving.
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Tachibana follows after, ignoring the jacket for now as he quickly texts.
911. Call when clear..
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