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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His frown deepened at the tentative musing. Had his magic not been enough to purify the area? Or had that purification faded, allowing the remains of whatever had escaped to sink back into where it had come from? Or....
"Something hid in the shelter of something else?"
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He's... not quite willing to give his full name to a mage, but using a fake one is honestly way too much effort. Not unless he wants to use it all the time.
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He turns back to Tachibana, gentle smile still on his face. "Well, I came here partly for school! So I'm probably going to be here a while." He does look around the age of a freshman college student.
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The frown only deepened as Ryoji continued. "...Still part of the living world?" he frowned further. Had he been mistaken, thinking this child was the same as Takeru?
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Ryoji tilts his head at him, chuckling as he messes with his scarf. "Of course I am. That's kind of the point..." But he's not elaborating on that, redirecting the conversation back at Tachibana. "What did happen to the building? You said there are different stories. I'd like to hear yours, if that's alright."
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-- only to harden to a glare again. "No, it isn't," he returned stiffly. What little he did remember of that night... No. No it wasn't anything he wanted to speak of. ...or anything he even should, considering those involved.
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...only to a moment later realize what Ryoji was likely asking for. With an annoyed scowl, he crossed his arms, looking to the side. "Tennjouji's spirit should have already been purified," he returned with a huff. "I don't know who else was there when it collapsed."
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He avoided looking over, a note of something much like regret in his tone.
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"...Can you tell me what that was, at least?" Seriously please give him some hints here.
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