In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of, is me.
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Post by MARIA on May 29, 2016 6:19:29 GMT
SHORT BUT DECENT IG. GOMEN physis Scrying. A talent he was rather good at. The simplest of tricks were often the most useful. Plus, this was good. He was helping someone find people. So it was good for him, especially cause he was helping one of his favorite people look for others. Which was rather fun, he liked being helpful, especially when it came to certain people.
They were meeting at an undisclosed location where they usually met for meetings.
Now he was just waiting. |
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Post by physis on May 30, 2016 6:40:27 GMT
the blood insideis cracked and cold Just three hours ago, Sophia had been enjoying salmon hors d'oeuvres at a modernist house of glass and marble. She didn't care much for the architecture, but the change in scenery never ceases to give her whiplash. She notices a homeless man urinating in a trash can. Ah yes. Home sweet home. Physis is in no hurry to return to her creature comforts. She's glad that Maria's humble abode gave her a reason to keep her full-face helmet on. The exposure to the outside meant that she could never be too careful about anyone who might be looking in. Physis leans in for a half-bow when she sees the sorcerer, her face obscured and unreadable. "Thank you for your time."
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In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of, is me.
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May 30, 2016 23:52:08 GMT
Post by MARIA on May 30, 2016 23:52:08 GMT
SHORT BUT DECENT IG. GOMEN physis And so the wait was over. "Physis, darling thank you for meeting up with me," Maria said politely. Returning the bow as he leaned against the wall of the small broken down shelter. "So what would you wish of me today? Helping you find a missing person again?" he inquired. He had often helped Physis many times in investigations as his talent for being a jack-of-all-trades when it came to everything. |
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May 31, 2016 18:54:59 GMT
Post by physis on May 31, 2016 18:54:59 GMT
the blood insideis cracked and cold Physis removes a photo wordlessly. It was a glossy 4x6 print, marred by a large crease in the center. In a small corner was a fingerprint, smudged and bloody red. Like a crushed poppy flower. The photo itself is the most disturbing of all. It's practically a mugshot, her red lipstick and airbrushed cheeks doing nothing to offset the effect. "She's gone. She killed herself." She had arrived too late, but not by seconds or minutes. By years. By every night of pain, every hour of struggling against the bondage of apathy. "It's a stretch, I know. But could you-- could you tell me where the man went? The last one who hurt her."It's a grisley business, but Physis needs people who have the stomach for action.
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In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of, is me.
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May 31, 2016 22:08:50 GMT
Post by MARIA on May 31, 2016 22:08:50 GMT
this post is actually upsetting me physis Maria took the photo with a disheartened look. Poor thing. He listened to the girl's words as he held the picture. "I can try, give me a moment please." Holding the picture as he closed his eyes.
This was going to be a bit complicated. She killed herself and the picture was the only connection but in that event, he was also finding the last man who hurt her. He'd have to do a few things, go back to the time she killed herself and a little further to see the cause. He didn't want to see that very much but it was needed.
He parted his lip's as the wind started to howl. "Chasé la verde la perdo.", opening his eye's to reveal gold iris's as he held the picture tightly.
"Chasé la verde la perdo."
His mind floating back in time as it connected to the mind of the girl's replaying her last moments as he heard several names being spoken. His lip's parting speaking the names, "Nathaniel...Marcus....Loric....Eric.." gasping, kicking, asphyxiation, blackness. Maria choked for a moment and took a hard smile.
Back, more.
Crying, "Marcus," thinking, repeating, holding herself tightly, humiliation, violation, she couldn't handle it. He needed more of a name. Back, back. "Marcus Brightwell." he found it.
He held his breath closing his eye's as his eye's whispering, "Arrête" as his eye's returned to its normal hue looking down at the picture. "I'm sorry," he spoke quietly giving Physis the picture again. "Marcus Brightwell, he moved, he's still in Kingsport, Dunwich." |
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Post by physis on Jun 1, 2016 17:20:06 GMT
the blood insideis cracked and cold Physis exhales out of her nose when everything is said and done. "A man will die for this."
Which is her polite way of asking 'are you absolutely sure?' She's known plenty of witches who get touchy when their abilities are questioned. She can never be too careful. Even so, she would rather risk Maria's displeasure than that of her conscience. MARIA made by redox of gs |
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In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of, is me.
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Post by MARIA on Jun 1, 2016 23:25:32 GMT
Maria looked up at Physis smiling. "Have I ever let you down?" he questioned. "Go get the bastard for us, please," he spoke solemnly with a somber tone added in. |
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Post by physis on Jun 2, 2016 11:40:00 GMT
the blood insideis cracked and cold In twenty years, Sophia will look back to this moment and realize that she's made some terrible life choices. Namely, her circle of acquaintances who would willingly become accomplices to bloody murder. But right now Physis is young and a lot less wise. "And the intersection?" It's out of her usual area of operations, but Physis doesn't mind. Not for the girl's sake. (As if vengeance had ever been about anyone but herself) MARIA made by redox of gs |
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In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of, is me.
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Post by MARIA on Jun 2, 2016 22:26:47 GMT
He stopped for a moment remembering a sign. "Off cline, there was a piece of mail on her nightstand, 1912 Hudson." |
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Jun 3, 2016 5:43:11 GMT
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Post by physis on Jun 3, 2016 5:43:11 GMT
the blood insideis cracked and cold That's her job, though. Isn't it? She must render judgement where previously there was none. Physis tosses a money clip to Maria.
"Thanks."She leaves as quickly as she arrived. /end? MARIA made by redox of gs |
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