Missing for days.
And another dead body, just like Alexander had promised. The Verbena is sitting curled up on her sofa with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a frown marring her pretty features. Or had he? The unsettling promise of the city seemed to be of late that danger and death were a certainty no matter what, no matter where.
No matter when.
She gets to her feet, setting the cup down on top of the newspaper, allowing the print to warp as a stain sets into it, crosses to her window and stands there, the brunette, her eyes trained on some point in the distance, across rooftops and traffic where she knew the campus began.
There was a Nephandus in the city somewhere, out there. Was that what had happened to Julia Lavoie? Snatched on her way to class for no reason other than fate. Wrong place, wrong time.
[This Michael MacCarrick guy warded the ever loving shit outta Jenn.
... get the impression that he's been tracking this Nephandus for a long time. I don't think he's gonna stop until either said unspeakable evil is dead or he's shuffled off into the cycle again.
Maybe the best thing we can do is stay out of his way and hope it stays out of ours.]
"Michael MacCarrick," she mutters under her breath, sets her jaw and stalks over to her table, scribbling out a note and grabbing her keys. "You guys watch the fort for me, okay? No funny business." Two ferns set on thin stands by the door observe the brunette's passing, her momentum stirring the fronds - they almost appear to nod as the door clicked shut in Kiara's wake.
A coffee stain left to dry around Julia Lavoie's face.
And another dead body, just like Alexander had promised. The Verbena is sitting curled up on her sofa with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a frown marring her pretty features. Or had he? The unsettling promise of the city seemed to be of late that danger and death were a certainty no matter what, no matter where.
No matter when.
She gets to her feet, setting the cup down on top of the newspaper, allowing the print to warp as a stain sets into it, crosses to her window and stands there, the brunette, her eyes trained on some point in the distance, across rooftops and traffic where she knew the campus began.
There was a Nephandus in the city somewhere, out there. Was that what had happened to Julia Lavoie? Snatched on her way to class for no reason other than fate. Wrong place, wrong time.
[This Michael MacCarrick guy warded the ever loving shit outta Jenn.
... get the impression that he's been tracking this Nephandus for a long time. I don't think he's gonna stop until either said unspeakable evil is dead or he's shuffled off into the cycle again.
Maybe the best thing we can do is stay out of his way and hope it stays out of ours.]
"Michael MacCarrick," she mutters under her breath, sets her jaw and stalks over to her table, scribbling out a note and grabbing her keys. "You guys watch the fort for me, okay? No funny business." Two ferns set on thin stands by the door observe the brunette's passing, her momentum stirring the fronds - they almost appear to nod as the door clicked shut in Kiara's wake.
A coffee stain left to dry around Julia Lavoie's face.