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aworldforusall2015-10-20 04:25 pm
beingthecreature) wrote in aworldforusall2015-10-20 04:25 pm
I was left to my own devices, many days fell away with nothing to show
WHO: Chris and Martin
WHERE: Birchpointe Main Library
WHEN: October 20th, early afternoon
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Prose
WARNINGS: None at the moment
[Chris approached their arranged meeting spot with a bit of trepidation. Ever since a particular sighting during the Chaotic raid, he'd been looking into absolutely everything he could about the monsters and their activity over history. And the more he found, the more worried he got.
Honestly, he should've been doing this before now, he reflected. But maybe it took the raid to really show something unusual was going on. You know what they say, the first time is unusual. The second time is noteworthy.
But three? Three's a pattern.
And so he'd contacted his brother and asked him to come into town, cautioning him to be casual about it. The more Chris researched the more he felt like someone was breathing down his neck... Hopefully it was just the spooky atmosphere of the month at hand, and the residual effects from the attack. At least very few had died!
Then again with Chaotics, even that was strange.
He thought about all of this as he headed down to a different floor of the library from where he'd been scrolling through old newspapers, and his warning to "be casual" was in his own mind as he neared the study room he and Martin had agreed to meet at. Being the one at the spot, it was clearly his duty to make sure there was no one around, right?
So anyone who is around is going to be treated with a view of an incubus suddenly peeking around the end of a bookshelf, then sneeeeaking out and to the next one. He pressed up against a wall and sidestepped along it, sliding into the room it opened into.
Now just to wait for his brother.]
WHERE: Birchpointe Main Library
WHEN: October 20th, early afternoon
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Prose
WARNINGS: None at the moment
[Chris approached their arranged meeting spot with a bit of trepidation. Ever since a particular sighting during the Chaotic raid, he'd been looking into absolutely everything he could about the monsters and their activity over history. And the more he found, the more worried he got.
Honestly, he should've been doing this before now, he reflected. But maybe it took the raid to really show something unusual was going on. You know what they say, the first time is unusual. The second time is noteworthy.
But three? Three's a pattern.
And so he'd contacted his brother and asked him to come into town, cautioning him to be casual about it. The more Chris researched the more he felt like someone was breathing down his neck... Hopefully it was just the spooky atmosphere of the month at hand, and the residual effects from the attack. At least very few had died!
Then again with Chaotics, even that was strange.
He thought about all of this as he headed down to a different floor of the library from where he'd been scrolling through old newspapers, and his warning to "be casual" was in his own mind as he neared the study room he and Martin had agreed to meet at. Being the one at the spot, it was clearly his duty to make sure there was no one around, right?
So anyone who is around is going to be treated with a view of an incubus suddenly peeking around the end of a bookshelf, then sneeeeaking out and to the next one. He pressed up against a wall and sidestepped along it, sliding into the room it opened into.
Now just to wait for his brother.]