KombatWombat
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 31, 2019
She was on her own for now. The Father who had been with her throughout the first of the day had been called off on another job that only he, as the current highest ranking priest in the city, could do. Her current job was to find a woman named Bridgette Thorn. A girl who had been through rehab already, completed her courses and even managed to stay on the straight and narrow for a while. That was until a string of robberies happened suddenly all with her signature attached.
See, Ms. Thorn had been born with the ability to manipulate plants from a young age. Soon enough she was using them for bad instead of what her parents and everyone else around her asked her to use them for. Instead she was using them to grow plants in cracks in the sides of buildings to force them to collapse, sometimes for money but more often than not just for fun and spite. There had always been regular weekly checkups on Ms. Thorn and until three days ago when the last agent sent never returned they had always come up clean. And now the new girls job was to check on things and call at the first sign of trouble.
The building was old and certainly in need of repair but that was true for alot of buildings in this area of town, a more historical one as the rest of the city was fairly advanced now days. The doorbell to ring up the room got no response and banging on the door didn't work either. So really... there was only on choice left.... Right?
See, Ms. Thorn had been born with the ability to manipulate plants from a young age. Soon enough she was using them for bad instead of what her parents and everyone else around her asked her to use them for. Instead she was using them to grow plants in cracks in the sides of buildings to force them to collapse, sometimes for money but more often than not just for fun and spite. There had always been regular weekly checkups on Ms. Thorn and until three days ago when the last agent sent never returned they had always come up clean. And now the new girls job was to check on things and call at the first sign of trouble.
The building was old and certainly in need of repair but that was true for alot of buildings in this area of town, a more historical one as the rest of the city was fairly advanced now days. The doorbell to ring up the room got no response and banging on the door didn't work either. So really... there was only on choice left.... Right?