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The Orbs (15) - The cave is beautiful, but if you hope to preserve its image anywhere but your mind, you are very much out of luck. Any efforts to photograph the area are met with disappointment. When taking a photograph, strange light orbs speckle the image, blurring out everything you hoped to view. Video has nearly the same effect; the image is always blurred and catches only streaks of white orbs. Audio is distorted, replaced with an odd sound of heavy breathing and strange, whispered chanting. You can’t see the orbs naturally, but after bright photography, you can sometimes make out their fading shapes in front of you. Maybe it’s just the water vapor in the air, or small bugs making a quick escape. If you take too many photographs or disrupt the area too much, you may be the unfortunate victim of sudden cold spells, as if small, icy orbs are pelting your body; it feels like an ice cube pressed against your skin.
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If he got caught there would be hell to pay. He was no longer a kid who could just apologize and get his record wiped clean, not that it had ever been that simple. He was a grown adult who would be facing trespassing charges if spotted. Quinn knew this but mentally shrugged. Over the last several weeks his days had been a delicate balancing act of various components, and that was just his work life. His personal life was so much more chaotic. Between his parents, his child, his child’s mother, and his Knightly activities… it was one giant mixing bowl of ‘What The ********’. At least Patty was finally calming down, she had been pretty freaked out once everything really hit her and her new situation really sank in.
So, if his life was so nutty, why was he out here, risking arrest? Honestly? He wasn’t sure. All Quinn knew was that he felt antsy inside, none of his typical practices of winding down for the day worked, and while he could go out and patrol he truly didn’t want to get into any scuffle if he ran into a chaos fighter. The man was looking at one long a** night when something reminded him of the spooky cemetery that had been discovered during construction. It was then that the ‘itch’ started. He hadn’t had the time or the urge to go out with his camera any time recently but maybe, just maybe, he could pass some time with a few old habits and get some good pictures out of it at the same time.
It didn’t take long at all to pull up at the cemetery, well more like several blocks away and walk there, and even less to realize that what security was there was laughable. Hell, he watched a group of teens just hop the nearly non-existent barriers and slip into the cemetery as he was scoping out the place. Quinn quickly followed suit but rather than follow the kids he took his own path, snapping pictures here and there as the mood struck. The eerie lighting and general ambiance was quite spine chilling, especially when Quinn remembered that one night many a year ago. Being chased by a youma and becoming a knight wasn’t exactly what he would call a favorable memory but it sure wasn’t one he was going to forget. Especially not after he realized that it wasn’t some head trauma hallucination.
Shaking off the past memories haunting him and focusing on the here and now Quinn continued to search for the perfect picture, taking care of traversing his surroundings, it was an old cemetery after all. An old cemetery in Destiny City. Never really a good combo at the best of times but this close to Halloween… All bets were off and as far as Quinn was concerned he was going to do his damnedest to treat the place like it was his own house. So when he came upon the perfect spot in the cave and the urge to just rapidly snapp the shutter on his camera struck him, Quinn took a few calming breaths before taking a picture of the scenery, quashing the urge to just keep clicking the button.
That actually turned out to be a good thing because he checked the camera’s screen and saw the photo he had just taken, it was blurred and covered in light spots, as if someone shot a laser or flashlight right at his camera. The man felt a chill slide down his spine at that but he tried one more time, when that picture came out the same as the first he knew it was time to go. No point in pushing his luck in this city. It wouldn’t end well. It never did.
With a muttered apology he made his way out, feeling the urge to hunch his shoulders and protect his head, something was watching him and it wasn't overly friendly monitoring either. At least it wasn’t openly hostile. He really hoped those kids from earlier weren’t about to do something stupid… he had a feeling whatever resided in this cemetery wasn’t going to take pranks very kindly.
