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Post by neo on Jun 18, 2016 5:20:52 GMT
Spectre is a cult. She knows that much just by tapping Ordric on the shoulder. He didn't think of it as a cult, but that's what Neo sees it as. This hidden compound sure looks like a good place for a cult hideout too. They don't recognize her, but Neo knows the way in, through the secret passageways and down the labyrinthine tunnels. When she met the first human, she speaks every password and performs every hand signal without fail. She has an accent when pronouncing some of the words--she's not used to making the correct sounds--and the delicacy of her motions need work, but there are Spectre members with worse accents and clumsier hands out there. It takes a while for her to find Faust's laboratory--Neo suspects that Ordric also gets lost in these halls--but she stumbles upon it eventually. Neo's polite enough to knock before entering. She's not polite enough to wait for a response before entering though. She lets herself inside. Neo's only a teenaged girl, almost twenty but not there yet, and she's small, frail, unarguably weak. She does not make a habit of going anywhere dangerous in person, because in person is how she's most vulnerable. She's nervous, but all the wealth of knowledge she possesses, she doesn't know her emotions well enough to understand why her hands are cold and her mouth dry. She assumes its chilly here, she might be coming down with a cold. She's never sought out a teacher before. Faust
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Post by Faust on Jun 18, 2016 8:48:04 GMT
{ } faust was humming a tune from the old country; it would normally have been a violin tune, something she heard in town often as a youth with her nose in a book. her hands worked as she went, digging through a wet, red slush, her other hand holding back the skin. in the midst of her merry tune, she is aiming to pull out an organ by hand from the cadaver's chest. her hands find the shape she was aiming for, a smile smile splits on her face, lips upturned, no teeth. she whispers something, dark, a small spell, and it severs the organ itself. she could have done the whole process via magicka; but there was no intimacy, no love in that line of work. faust prided herself in handling her magic like a science; theories, mathematica, application of it in her life. she didn't just want to be another mage; she was an artisan, a professional. the blood drips from her forearms as she pulls out what seems to be a very tumored kidney. the door opens; her back is to the entrance, but she assumes its one of the messengers sent to tell her to attend a meeting. she speaks, quietly, matter-of-factly. "canister on the table. hand it to me? i need to preserve this specimen." as she speaks, the tumor-like object twitches. neoMADE BY VEL OF GS + WW
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