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maskeddarkness2017-08-21 07:03 pm
thequestgiver) wrote in 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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In the background, Louise quietly steps into the kitchen, feeling significantly more human (or whatever the appropriate terminology is) after a good shower, and starts to put the few things they've brought which go into the kitchen into the right spots.
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...He's a little less comfortable with Louise back in the room, but he'll give her a nod and keep occupying Lottie for now.
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Louise will vanish again after a bit and can be heard dragging something soft and heavy up the stairs now - one of the compressed mattresses near the door, to be exact. It does sound a bit like she's dragging a limp body, though, and Lottie turns around to see if she can see the source of the sound.
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Phillip thinks about it. "Pretty sure I got this as some sort of farmers-craft-market thing." It's one of the few accessories he wears that's completely non-magical.
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So if they have such hats at the market... "Can you take me to that market thing?" The biggest hat might even fit her, though it might raise eyebrows when they try it on.
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"Yeah, if it's ok with your... guardians." Is that the best word for this situation?
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It takes a minute or two before Louise answers, and then there are steps before she stands in the door and leans down to scoop Lottie up before answering. "Not today. You need to make your introduction at the Freehold first.
When is it again?" Please tell her that it is far enough into the future for the child to have forgotten about it by the time it rolls around...
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"We-"
"I WANT MATTIE!"
"...Sorry-" Louise says over the child insisting that she wants Mattie once more. "Thank you for helping, I'm sure you and Lottie will meet again, but I also think she needs to sleep now, it's been a long day."
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So he'll just get a look of apology from Louise before she carries Lottie upstairs.