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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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Who are you?"
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Across the room, the woman sitting next to the stroller, has indeed noticed and while the conversation continues, her eyes are definitely on the man and the child.
"Maybe with a frying pan," the child adds, thoughtfully.
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Meanwhile, the woman gets up and walks up to stand behind the child. This close together, the family resemblance is quite striking, even with the large age gap between them. "...and not going to beat up a stranger for talking to her, assuming they plan nothing sinister." At least towards her. She only really cares about the parts of the world that are important for her.
She looks down at the child. "You really need to stop telling people that I'd beat them up." She can't discuss why right now, but... really.
"Sorry about that." Something seems wrong with this guy, so she'd rather disengage quickly, but she can't put her finger on what. Honestly, Lottie having taken an interest in him in the first place points into the direction of something being wrong with him, too.
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"Sorry for the interruption. Come?" Louise reaches down to try and take the girl's hand. Lottie takes her hand and obediently follows back to the table, but even after being put back into the stroller she keeps staring at the man.
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