Above them all, on the roof of a building across the street, Wrenmae crouched low. Auristics pulled his eyes in a dazzle of auric visions. The roof was lovingly carved at some point, a man long dead, the tree swayed in its dormant sleep. Emotion ravaged the auras of those on the ground, but the scene was, of yet, too silent...too serene.
Go, Zan.
Yessir, Mister Sir, of Sir's Sirrington in Mount Sir.
Shut up.
Yes S-
Say Sir one more time and I'll lock you in a bottle of alcohol.
But that's just mean.
I'm in no mood.
When are you ever?
When there's no work to be done.
Fine...but you owe me.
From an alley across from the murder, a young woman with flaxen blonde hair edged out into the street. She was wearing strangely large clothing, the mark of a thief, or perhaps just a woman who wanted to hide her figure. Ricky would see her first, turned as he was to witness Valo's horror, but she took once glance at the body they were dragging and opened her mouth, letting loose a horrifying scream that shook the streets.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!" She screamed, and the smack of doors against stone brought the denizens of East Street tumbling from their beds and homes to see the horror Wrenmae had left them.
Obviously it was by design and with a smirk and a wave, she ducked back into the alley and dashed away.
If the two gave pursuit they'd find she had some skill for concealment, she vanished shortly after turning a corner.
What they didn't see was the blob of water soaring up above street level to return to its master.
Now the citizens of Zeltiva crowded the Waveguard and Valo, murmuring in horror at the sight before them. Sure, there was crime on East Street, but there was an unspoken code between the Waveguard and the thugs. What this was...what it signified was a deliberate and radical rebellion against Zeltiva's norm.
There was a monster somewhere in their streets.
And the Waveguard could not protect them.
Go, Zan.
Yessir, Mister Sir, of Sir's Sirrington in Mount Sir.
Shut up.
Yes S-
Say Sir one more time and I'll lock you in a bottle of alcohol.
But that's just mean.
I'm in no mood.
When are you ever?
When there's no work to be done.
Fine...but you owe me.
From an alley across from the murder, a young woman with flaxen blonde hair edged out into the street. She was wearing strangely large clothing, the mark of a thief, or perhaps just a woman who wanted to hide her figure. Ricky would see her first, turned as he was to witness Valo's horror, but she took once glance at the body they were dragging and opened her mouth, letting loose a horrifying scream that shook the streets.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!" She screamed, and the smack of doors against stone brought the denizens of East Street tumbling from their beds and homes to see the horror Wrenmae had left them.
Obviously it was by design and with a smirk and a wave, she ducked back into the alley and dashed away.
If the two gave pursuit they'd find she had some skill for concealment, she vanished shortly after turning a corner.
What they didn't see was the blob of water soaring up above street level to return to its master.
Now the citizens of Zeltiva crowded the Waveguard and Valo, murmuring in horror at the sight before them. Sure, there was crime on East Street, but there was an unspoken code between the Waveguard and the thugs. What this was...what it signified was a deliberate and radical rebellion against Zeltiva's norm.
There was a monster somewhere in their streets.
And the Waveguard could not protect them.
