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Post by Coffee on Feb 19, 2016 16:11:18 GMT -5
It had been a difficult workday, and it had been riddled with entirely too many questions about subjects not pertaining to her actual work. That her supervisor was going easy on her for her sudden disappearance and reappearance was a blessing. Things such as that must happen often enough in Eventide that no one punished it when there was just cause to be concerned. However, the constant questioning over her relationship with her 'small tenebra friend' was getting invasive and annoying. So much so that Sinistro had disappeared entirely from the building after making a brief appearance that she had hoped would shut her supervisor up.
It had not.
And now he was missing.
She had stopped by their old apartment, in hopes that he had not gone back there. She needed to end the lease on it anyway. She was currently living . . . elsewhere. Then she had ventured back to her workplace and found he was still missing. She was starting to feel a tremor of worry, and for once the fact that they had a twin flame was comforting.
Dextra wandered the streets of Eventide, taking a closer look at the buildings there. Apparently many were in fact owned by the cult. She just needed to find someone who might know where her boggart had gone off to.
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Post by Dismality on Feb 19, 2016 16:24:48 GMT -5
Get snacks shaped like fingers?
Check.
Mail a box shaped like a coffin?
Also check.
Return back at promptly 6:03 pm with a loaf of french bread?
...well it was only 5.
Dismas glared at the list Chronic had given him for perhaps the millionth time, the tasks no stranger then usual but annoying all the same. It seemed to be a favorite past time of her's to make him do the things she could without lifting a finger, and there were many occasions he hadn't finished the lists if only to get back at her. Still, today he'd decided to at the very least try and complete the list, and was almost finished, the last to-do on it an easy one to accomplish...so long as he could figure out what "French Bread" was.
The man bit his tongue before pocketing the scrap of paper and streching his arms over his head, careful not to jostle the mask sitting on top it. Thanks to the thing he'd been able to finally start properly communicating with the people, and creatures he reminded himself, of this era. The disconnect between his time's language and this futures were far too annoying and after some serious pleading he'd gotten Chronic to magic up the mask specifically to act as a translator. That it also functioned as a disguise to keep the monsters in the cult he found himself in at bay was also a plus.
Arms sufficiently stretched Dismas began heading away from the post office and the whispers of the humans still trying to figure out how to handle the box he'd deposited, a store down the road catching his attention with it's advertisements of fresh bread. Hopefully they'd know what he needed and then he could spend some time lazing around the humans before returning to that mess of a manor.
So long as he was smart and made sure not to bump into any unnecessary distraction he'd certainly be able to-
The crash into another moving object had the breath whooshing out of his chest and the acid normally occupying his stomach churning in warning. Dismas stumbled back and immediately threw a hand up to his mask, checking to make sure it was still there and not cracked on the ground. "Thubat wubas clubosube" he muttered to himself as he got his bearings, stormy grey eyes looking around then finally down at the, woman? Woman, fallen at his feet.
Great, a distraction.
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Post by Coffee on Feb 19, 2016 17:00:31 GMT -5
Dexy was in too much of a huff over Sinny to notice the individual directly in front of her. This would not be the first time she had actually run into a person, but it was certainly the first time she had actually wished she had run into a pole of sorts instead. "Sorry!" she shouted, throwing her hands up dramatically before clambering to pick up her dropped messenger back and scattered contents. Her notebooks and papers were the first she grabbed, her flame tipped fountain pen the next. "I didn't mean," she began hastily apologizing as she shoved her materials back into her bag, "to run into you I'm just," she hadn't even looked up at the individual yet, her mind scattered with her things, "really distracted. I'm so sorry." She stopped in the middle of pulling herself back together, finally gazing up at the man in question.
Well for the most part he looked average.
But . . . it was illegal to wear masks in public. Wasn't it? Wasn't that a law in some states?
He certainly had a mask and . . . .
Perhaps he was a lumina like herself.
Dexy straightened her glasses. She shook her head and apologized again. She blamed her supervisor for her latest suspicion of literally everyone who looked strange in Eventide. And to be fair, this main didn't very well look strange. The mask was just different. Apologizing a fourth time, she tried to reorient herself enough to actually stand up again.
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Post by Dismality on Feb 21, 2016 8:08:24 GMT -5
He couldn't understand a lick of what she was saying, the mask not properly set and thus unable to translate as he needed. Still, her overall body language and her tone told him enough. Dismas crouched down and picked up a notebook her eyes had seemed to pass right over, most likely because it was to her side and not directly before her. Handing the object over he let his lips curl in a faint smile, reassuring her before using his other hand to take the mask and slide it down over his face, effectively obscuring his features but allowing him to understand her.
"You missed one" he commented, the item still in his outstretched hand. "It's not good to lose things, especially if they are important to you." His words were somber, hinting at his own personal loss. Better to connect to a stranger through empathy then being snippy. Besides, his eye had caught the flaming tip of her pen. This human, or at least well glamoured monster, was definitely in the Cult. Understanding the group he'd wound up in was steadily becoming the man's new pastime however he was still curious about how the human's of this era acted compared to his own. Thankful once again for his masks translating abilities Dismas took a quick breath then continued speaking. "You are a writer, I take it?" Easy conversation, engage in their hobbies and interests. Once a person started talking about themself, especially when offered to, they always opened up.
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Post by Coffee on Feb 22, 2016 16:26:09 GMT -5
Dexy blinked before taking the notebook from his hand. "Th-thank you." She started to stand, adjusting her bag and looking around quickly to ensure she had not missed anything else. Ensuring that her sack was closed securely once again, she started to ask what was with the mask when she was hit by his last question. "I am," she answered. Just as she realized the answer was short, she apologized again. "I'm sorry for running into you again. I seemed to have lost a friend of mine, and I was . . . distracted." She was especially distracted now. The strangeness of his mask was catching and holding her focus. He had only put it on as he was talking to her, and before he had seemed to only speak gibberish. At least that was what she recalled . . ., "I'm sorry," she apologized for the hundredth time it seemed. Holding out her hand, she offered, "I'm Dextra. You are?" Possibly another lumina? Though he had no visible flame, one never knew.
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Post by Dismality on Feb 23, 2016 17:42:48 GMT -5
His eyes flickered down to her hand, confused for a moment before remembering it was a common thing for people to shake hands in greeting nowadays, specifically among those of lower status. At least, that's what he figured she was. Somehow this girl didn't strike him as living in the lap of luxury. Blinking and jolting himself from his thoughts Dismas took the offered hand and gave it a firm and brisk shake, something he'd picked up from Chronic. "Dismas, pleasure to meet you Miss Dextra. My condolences about your friend, I hope they won't be too hard to recover?" And that she wouldn't ask him to help her look. He had previous obligations and though his interest was certainly piqued by the smaller cultist it wasn't strong enough to warrant deterring him from his goals for the day. If the way she was staring at him and his mask were any indicator, Dextra had her own curiosity as well.
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Post by Coffee on Mar 2, 2016 16:17:27 GMT -5
Dexy nodded. "Thank you. I hope so as well." Her eyes narrowed. Then she went ahead and figured, she may as well ask. It wasn't like anyone in Eventide hadn't seen anything strange really. "You wouldn't happen to have seen my friend, would you?" She held up her hands, indicating the usual size Sinny took. "He looks like a . . . cat. Yay big. Big ears and eyes." She then scratched the back of her head under her hat and uttered under her breath, "Flame on his tail." Then she waved her hands quickly. "Nevermind!" She was starting to second guess. Perhaps he really was just an eccentric and not a member of the cult. Up until recently she'd been much the same. Gritting her teeth, she quickly changed the subject. "If you haven't seen him, that's alright. Can I help you with anything? Apology for running face first into you?"
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Post by Dismality on Mar 3, 2016 1:02:49 GMT -5
"Flame?" he asked after she'd muttered it, his word quickly being spoken over by her nervous rambling. So she was looking for another cultist then. Hmm, that made things slightly more interesting. As she spoke Dismas looked over her shoulders and briefly around the area they were in. "No, I'm afraid our paths haven't crossed." he responded looking back at her and tapping the corner of the eyehole on his mask, it briefly illuminating a blue similar to the notorious flame of the group. It was a small illusion, one she would never even realize was happening. A simple enough con to ensure the creatures didn't mistake him for merely being a human, or worse yet, catch on to his real nature now. "I can help you look for a bit, if you need." He did have the time...and the creature she was describing wasn't one he knew of. Dismas was trying to understand as much of this time as he could and finding about the new creatures that had popped up was part of that.
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Post by Coffee on Mar 9, 2016 18:28:08 GMT -5
She caught the hint, then breathed a sigh of relief. Wonderful. She wasn't crazy. Or rather, he didn't think she was crazy, talking about creatures with flames and inhuman or otherworldly appearances. He was just as familiar as she. Or more, perhaps. She wasn't sure. "To be perfectly honest, he's a boggart. Or," she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, "that's what he says. He's really a brownie. Don't let the bugger fool you. I wouldn't be at all surprised if you hadn't seen him." He had probably run right past this gentleman invisible, the other never suspecting a thing. "I'm simply looking through the local . . . 'haunts' I suppose. Perhaps he wound up there. But really, do you have somewhere to be? Do you need any help with anything?" She could help him as they searched. Then she'd feel less terrible for having stolen more of his time than necessary.
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