Lykaios Theta
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Post: 52844477_61 created on Tue Sep 01, 2009 2:34 amPosted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 2:34 am
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{Got on a little later than expected. Better late than never. } "What do you mean-" The woman was cut off by the abrupt sounds of struggle, and then death that came from the nearby abode. Her eyes followed with a sudden nervousness the ebony tendril that led back to the one before her. What was his intent? Had that...thing, that had made that sound, had it been friend or foe to her? Obviously it was an enemy of his. But what of her? He had already made it clear that his stance was biased towards that-which-never-was. His words only further puzzled her. Then again, everything was puzzling about this place this... "...STAG?" Her thoughts dwindled to nothing as his hood lowered, revealing to her not the face she had sought to look upon, but a mask of what appeared to be black-plated steel. Her reflection gazed back at her in wonder. She could only nod in silent agreement to his last words, and, without further to do, shouldered the strap of her weapon, and took the first steps in the direction of the nearest intersection, which happened to be the crossing from Nathan Avenue onto Munson street [East Side]. The utter silence that pervaded the area was enough to send something of a familiar chill down her spine. If nothing else, this place reminded her of the Empires in the worst way. The barren landscape could only lend itself to illusion. Her eyes wandered from building to building, finding the rather.. ashen and dirtied sign of Jacks Inn less of a welcome and more of a warning. She stopped for a moment, and turned right around, back onto Nathan Avenue. She would continue up this road before she turned onto any others. Solidifying landmarks might make it easier to move about the... vaguely familiar terrain. With every step, she felt less sure, and more wary of the one that followed her. Why? |
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