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lamb_of_gold
02 August 2011 @ 02:11 am
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[Mu is upset. His face is fairly passive, but there's a certain tension in his body, and his gaze is distant. He's sitting at a heavy wooden table some may recognize as coming from his temple. There's a imprint of a fist in the approximate centre, and by the fading red on Mu's knuckles, one may infer that the dent is a fresh one. There's a scattering of handwritten pages in one corner, making a messy sort of pile.

Mu sighs heavily, then rubs his eyes with one hand]

As usual, things happen precisely when I wish they did not.
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Derek Souza
02 August 2011 @ 11:48 pm
01 - the hell is this  
[This absolutely isn’t what Derek was expecting when he went back into that shop. For a moment, he’s disorientated. There’s obviously ground, and oxygen, but it’s just space.]

The hell?

[There’s no way this is possible. This goes against everything he’s learned in school, everything he’s – unless it’s some kind of spell. Shit. Of course it is. A shop that had appeared out of nowhere, of course there’s something supernatural behind it.

Derek growls automatically, then catches himself and cuts it off. If the Edison Group or one of the Cabals is behind this, he needs to move quickly. He scents the air, and what he smells doesn’t help at all. Something metallic, but, more importantly, people. And no one he recognizes. Which doesn’t mean anything at all, except that he’s very much not where he’s supposed to be.

And he doesn’t know if it’s just him that this has happened to, or if it’s Chloe and Simon as well.

He growls again, and keeps his guard up as he starts walking, following the scents that seem to be the freshest.]
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