XavierZeherisHarper
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 17, 2012
- Location
- USA
Leon stood outside the Fenrir's Howl nightclub, a menacing scowl covering his face. Inside somewhere was the man who killed his brother, and possible answers to the questions that swirled in his mind, all centered on Theron's dying words.
What was the Circle of Mula?
Who hired Gunderam Propst to murder his brother?
Where could he find this Circle?
Why was Theron killed?
Leon was going to find the answers tonight. He would have gone alone, but Tina wouldn't hear of it, literally stuffing his mouth or interrupting him every time he was about to say that he was going alone. And the man they had talked to in order to find this place insisted on coming as well. The man's story was incredulous, but it had the ring of truth to it.
Leon wore his coat over his tactical vest, boots, and holsters. His twin pistols were at his side. He was prepared for a war, so he had plenty of ammunition. He couldn't indiscriminately kill here, so he wasn't bringing out the big guns yet. Plus, he wanted to talk, and dismembered bodies can't talk back. At least, not without a necromancer handy...
Tina was worried. Not that she or Leon couldn't handle themselves, but she had never seen Leon this... driven. He had taken his brother's death hard, and now stood ready to throw himself off the edge, into the abyss. Vengeance was a terrible master, but it had ahold of Leon at the moment. Tina prayed she could hold him back from taking that leap. 3 years was a long time to be partners with a 'normal', as those without mystical powers were called with scorn by some supernaturals. Yet Leon had survived a field that regularly killed 'normals', and even thrived. They were trusted partners, best friends even. Though he was average looking, there were times when he had this aura of command, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and what everyone else would do.
Tina stood slightly behind Leon, covering his back. The only thing that stood her out from being a stereotype 'beautiful government agent' was the grey staff that softly glowed with white lines. The Bartolocci Staff, a family heirloom and her birthright. The dark red, mid-back hair blew in the soft wind.
The time was 9:30. The weather called for rain, with possible thunderstorms. The night seemed still, as if holding it's breath while waiting for something to happen. The wheels of fate begin to turn once more...
Who will be crushed underneath the uncaring destiny? What secrets will be found in this den of darkness?
What was the Circle of Mula?
Who hired Gunderam Propst to murder his brother?
Where could he find this Circle?
Why was Theron killed?
Leon was going to find the answers tonight. He would have gone alone, but Tina wouldn't hear of it, literally stuffing his mouth or interrupting him every time he was about to say that he was going alone. And the man they had talked to in order to find this place insisted on coming as well. The man's story was incredulous, but it had the ring of truth to it.
Leon wore his coat over his tactical vest, boots, and holsters. His twin pistols were at his side. He was prepared for a war, so he had plenty of ammunition. He couldn't indiscriminately kill here, so he wasn't bringing out the big guns yet. Plus, he wanted to talk, and dismembered bodies can't talk back. At least, not without a necromancer handy...
Tina was worried. Not that she or Leon couldn't handle themselves, but she had never seen Leon this... driven. He had taken his brother's death hard, and now stood ready to throw himself off the edge, into the abyss. Vengeance was a terrible master, but it had ahold of Leon at the moment. Tina prayed she could hold him back from taking that leap. 3 years was a long time to be partners with a 'normal', as those without mystical powers were called with scorn by some supernaturals. Yet Leon had survived a field that regularly killed 'normals', and even thrived. They were trusted partners, best friends even. Though he was average looking, there were times when he had this aura of command, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and what everyone else would do.
Tina stood slightly behind Leon, covering his back. The only thing that stood her out from being a stereotype 'beautiful government agent' was the grey staff that softly glowed with white lines. The Bartolocci Staff, a family heirloom and her birthright. The dark red, mid-back hair blew in the soft wind.
The time was 9:30. The weather called for rain, with possible thunderstorms. The night seemed still, as if holding it's breath while waiting for something to happen. The wheels of fate begin to turn once more...
Who will be crushed underneath the uncaring destiny? What secrets will be found in this den of darkness?