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An old church you are familiar with and have seen many times has recently been closed due to fire damage. The area has been deemed too dangerous for anyone to enter, and yet you notice a strange gargoyle perched on the roof. It is large and imposing and you know it’s never been there before. If you try to climb up the building or if you leave the area and return, the gargoyle will have disappeared. You never see it move, but you know you saw it. Giant stone sculptures don’t just up and fly away…right? Whatever it is you saw, it’s gone now, but you might want to keep your eyes on the rooftops and pay attention when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
Dorian was not a man who suspected much of things that were just normal by default. In fact if asked, he would be likely the first one to tell you nothing could possibly be wrong with what was happening and nah, whatever it is he is sure there is a perfectly fine, reasonable, logical, normal explanation for it. It’s not like there were secret groups currently at war with each other and duking it out with magic or not magic and probably responsible for likely more than half the deaths reported the other day never you mind all that noise. Just a joke ha ha funny yeah? Everything in the city was normal is as normal does. So an old church? Perfectly normal. Nothing to get all worked up over. Nothing to get spooked, shaken, or otherwise scarred off. (Or scurred as the kids called it these days). (Said the one who had been a legal child up until fairly recently).
Dorian liked to think that he was good, expecting things to be normal around destiny city even if he knew the truth and the plebs did not. Being a corrupt senshi had it perks and that was being in the know and in the know was that the church was indeed normal. So why was it that all of the sudden the old gargoyle that he had admired for it’s gothic touch just up and vanished? Now, logic said it might have posed a fall hazard so somebody had gotten it taken down. Another logical part said maybe a collector bid on it or bought it. That happened with a lot of old churches and places like them. They sold anything of value in an effort to recover whatever they had put into the building itself. But then, Dorian kinda felt it foolish, given just how much money the church had at any given time, (granted, most went to lawsuit payouts, hush money, and feeling the extravagance of certain church leaders. But that was perhaps a topic for a different day in his meandering thoughts). Dorian needed to, well, truthfully, he just wanted to know where that cool old statue had gone.
A trip to the local library gave nothing. No public record of an auction, no sale, no news outside of the church’s ruin and it being an ‘eyesore’ some mook had written in an opinion piece from like, three weeks ago or something. Huffing outside the old church he wondered where else the statue could have gone. Stolen? Maybe, but without the proper tools it would have been too heavy to move. Super powered or not, not even a negaverse team would have an easy time of such a thing. Plus, stone and gravity didn’t mix. It would have been been dropped given how good some agents were. Speaking of which, he had a meeting to attend later on. Something about not running around and being flamboyant. Too bad Alum was a giant sparkling disaster.
Dorian smiled, ignoring how he felt he was being watched.
