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3rd Kill ~ Console/Video
[Action; Early morning - Locked to Katara.]
[His dreams are wracked by memories. Of cold ice, of forests... Of bonds broken and forged. To those looking in, he would be moving, sleeping restless, sweat beaded on his brow, and the occasional noise slipping past his lips...
That is until he jolts up, hand grasping for a weapon that isn't there, eyes wild, before he realises where he is, and relaxes a tad.]
Christ... [This is mumbled, a hand raised to scrub over his face, feeling the roughness of the unshaven stubble under his fingers. He hasn't really shaved or tended to himself these past days; wasn't much of a point.] ...I have to stop nearly dying...
[Private audio to Skulduggery Pleasant.]
You said to inform you if I learnt something regarding these muggings...
[Open]
[Shay Cormac has seen better days. He still looks pale, and sweat is still visible on his brow, but he's looking a lot healthier than people have seen him before today. His hair is still down, and he's wearing local garb, but... at least he looks better.]
So, what do you do when your soul gem changes colour?
[He pulls out a red gem on a pendant, dangling it before the camera.]
Because this was green before- [And he stops, blinking, staring off, and then around his surroundings. From the feed, people can see that he's in the hotel lobby, but Shay is acting like he's seeing something else... and then his attention returns to the console. He clears his throat, looking a tad abashed.]
Er... My apologies. I thought I... [A glance over his shoulder.] Never mind. Any information on what this means, I would appreciate it.
[And the feed gets cut.]
[Private to Deon Wilson]
I owe you a debt, my friend.
[Private to Arno Dorian]
As much as I never thought I'd say these words to an Assassin again, I owe you my life. Thank you.
[His dreams are wracked by memories. Of cold ice, of forests... Of bonds broken and forged. To those looking in, he would be moving, sleeping restless, sweat beaded on his brow, and the occasional noise slipping past his lips...
That is until he jolts up, hand grasping for a weapon that isn't there, eyes wild, before he realises where he is, and relaxes a tad.]
Christ... [This is mumbled, a hand raised to scrub over his face, feeling the roughness of the unshaven stubble under his fingers. He hasn't really shaved or tended to himself these past days; wasn't much of a point.] ...I have to stop nearly dying...
[Private audio to Skulduggery Pleasant.]
You said to inform you if I learnt something regarding these muggings...
[Open]
[Shay Cormac has seen better days. He still looks pale, and sweat is still visible on his brow, but he's looking a lot healthier than people have seen him before today. His hair is still down, and he's wearing local garb, but... at least he looks better.]
So, what do you do when your soul gem changes colour?
[He pulls out a red gem on a pendant, dangling it before the camera.]
Because this was green before- [And he stops, blinking, staring off, and then around his surroundings. From the feed, people can see that he's in the hotel lobby, but Shay is acting like he's seeing something else... and then his attention returns to the console. He clears his throat, looking a tad abashed.]
Er... My apologies. I thought I... [A glance over his shoulder.] Never mind. Any information on what this means, I would appreciate it.
[And the feed gets cut.]
[Private to Deon Wilson]
I owe you a debt, my friend.
[Private to Arno Dorian]
As much as I never thought I'd say these words to an Assassin again, I owe you my life. Thank you.
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Masks? And they were... bleeding too?
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Aye. Three of them, faces hidden like assassins. [Exactly like Assassins. And that's what worried him.] I... they couldn't bring me down by fighting. One of them had a bell. Three rings, and I was knocked unconscious.
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[She continues to listen, mirroring his confused look, though her brow furrows deeper in concern. Assassins... That wasn't something she heard every day either, but she was glad that he had been strong enough to fight them. But..] A bell? Just... a normal one? [How had that...?
She pauses, then shakes her head.] I'm sorry... That's a lot of questions for someone who's just woken up from...well.
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No, I've recounted this tale countless times. The details come easier than me own name.
[He leans back, though, scooting himself so he can sit more comfortably in the bed.]
Not a regular bell, no. Smaller, black. Could be held in one hand. The sound... I'll never forget it. Clear.
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[She shakes her head.] The same kind of thing happened to my boyfriend, [she explains, trying to make connections between the two if there are any.] He went to help someone, and when he got into the house something just... took over and made it so he couldn't move at all. We're still not sure what it was... Why would a bell knock someone unconscious? And how did you render someone entirely immobile without any warning?]
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[Like Lisbon. Shay goes a bit more sombre.]
But... this place... It has magic. I've seen it with my own eyes. It wouldn't be far to assume that magic is being used against us.