Keith Johnson"You okay?" A hand before you reaches out. It belongs to a underclassmate. Grabbing it, you haul yourself to your feet.
You tell everyone you're alright, the fall didn't even hurt. You don't tell them why you fell. A roar of complete rage that only you could hear.
You are at school, in the hallway of the north part with a disappearing crowd. It the end of the day. It also feel like the end of your peaceful days. A look out the window shows a shaky girl leaving the school part across the street.
Gabriela MarekYou step into the fading sunlight, not quite alone, but friendless. Everyone in your circle, gone along with the book. The only reason you are still here was because of the demon that appeared and offered a pact to save yourself. Cowardly? Maybe, but now you could plan.
You are outside the south half of the school.
Sacha OverbeckIt was a stroke of luck. You tripped and caught hold of the suspect's anklet, scattering the contraband your department suspected he had, but lacked proof. Well now you got proof.
Your and your demon's minds on the other hand, are thinking of that roar that made you tripped. No one else reacted to it.
You are in the mall with a worried looking man pinned down by you.
Denton Bennett You help the upperclassmate to her feet, you mind working away while your demon wonders what the roar was. The girl, named Keith Johnson tripped at the same moment of the roar. With no one else reacting to it, you mark the girl as something odd.
You are at school, in the hallway of the north part with a disappearing crowd. It the end of the day. A look out the window shows a shaky girl leaving the school part across the street.
Angel BeatricesdaughterPain, horrible pain. You want to cry out, sob, but Leruin told you stay still. To you left there a body of woman, her clothes red with blood, like your. Unlike you, she dead, a dagger to the heart. A dagger that was then used on you.
A beat then another. Your heart, now rebuild, Leruin said. The pain tells you the wound still exists, but you not so cold now.
The sounds of a door closing echo. You relax, you cry. You are in a room with a doorway, two altars and a dead body.
Abbey KingsleyYou curse as the wench slips away. What was that roar that spooked you? Your demon shrugs, in defiant of the lack of shoulders. Dropping down to pick up your wench, you noticed it way past lunch. You should go take your break if you started hearing roars.
You are at the garage that you work at.
So... when you be ready Scap?
(Too much fanfics, is my excuse. Also, how two players right next to each other have not made eye contract yet(rolls) is beyond me.)
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