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 Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2021 1:51 pm
Quote: Predatory Puddles (6) : Summer rains aren’t uncommon, so finding puddles dotting your path isn’t in itself particularly surprising or abnormal. However, as you walk past them, you feel the sensation of being watched, like eyes are on you. If you look into the puddles, you don’t see your reflection--nor the reflection of anything familiar to you. Instead, you see strange, decayed buildings, and odd, rotting plants. Something is watching you through the puddles, but before you can investigate, between one blink and the next, it’s all gone. When you look back, the puddles are oddly non-reflective, and then in the next blink, they’re all gone. The feeling of being watched doesn’t fade, though. Paracelsian had ensured that his victim was carefully hidden before making a brief foray into another part of the city. He needed to check the area and ensure that no one could happen upon the downed senshi, but more importantly, he needed time for himself. There was still time to pull out of this situation. He could return the starseed, tell Cor to get as far away as possible, and then abandon himself to whatever fate awaited him. But could he, really? Perhaps it was guilt-induced paranoia, but he felt like there were eyes on him all around. The area he'd wandered into had a profusion of peculiar puddles, and he thought he saw something odd out of the corner of his eye. Peering into the nearest puddle gave him a shock: the puddle showed him a decayed, rotting city, surrounded by unidentifiable trees. A gasp escaped him, and he managed to convince himself that somehow, this puddle was reflecting his soul.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2021 5:20 pm
Albite had started out looking to burn off excess energy on doing what should have been an easy night's work. What with the festival in full swing - place full of life. It should have been no more than a quick outing up and around a few blocks, across slightly slicked roofs and in between the slants of buildings to snatch up a few simple bits of energy to fill his quota with; all while getting in a workout as the finicky weather permitted.
Yet it hadn't gone that way.
As if something in the storm charged air had the populace spooked. He noted with increased wariness that even the local flora and fauna seemed to be avoidant of the surrounding area. The feeling only increased as he moved, slipped over and above alleyway openings. Albite nearly tripped on a dislodged tile, and hissed at the crescendo of a crash that filled the air afterwards, noting the plunk and light smattering of spray from storm water filled pools below. He hadn't seen it rain, and didn't take time to ponder the oddness, the increasing buzz of 'wrong' across his skin as he deliberately pushed himself to move further away from his start point. Thinking absently that the issue was the area.
A breathy leap later and Albite froze up as the sound of a soft gasp and scuttle of motion echoed briefly up from a nearby space. So engrossed with the itch of 'get the ******** out' that seemed to come from nowhere that he'd missed the blaring signal of 'aura' entirely.
Irritated from feeling hunted by some invisible force, he made his way towards the sound - graceless and loud in his motions. No sense in trying to hide himself. He'd never been the stealthy type.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2021 6:01 pm
Frankly, Paracelsian hadn't been paying attention to the encroaching aura either, or maybe he would have righted himself a bit. Sure enough, there was a rather showy (well, shirtless) Corrupt coming along, making no attempt to be undetectable. Perhaps he knew he was in good company, then. "Excuse me," he called out, one hand raised in greeting. "Come over here. I need you to see something, or confirm that you can see something." Either he had officially started seeing things or something weird was afoot with the puddles. An extra set of eyes would undoubtedly be helpful for a reality check. He just hoped that the corrupt would be up for humoring him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2021 11:51 pm
The strangeness of finding another agent alone in the alley, a mix of relief and suspicion he just couldn’t place. He shrugged it off, steeled himself against the lingering feel of things being just off center “Sure thing man, if it’s you? Then yeah, existence confirmed..” a snide slant to the commentary as Albite approached the agent dressed in dark blues. He couldn’t place a name or face, but that didn’t mean anything, the agency as a whole was massive - and he rarely socialized.
“Really though….what are you having me look at?” And Albite swept the space with his eyes, held still enough to focus out. He saw nothing other than puddles - dirty rain filled pot holes - saw no one other than the man before him. Though he still felt off about it all…maybe someone was after the guy, maybe someone was after him? Stranger things had happened.
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