The Life of V

[Zack Asiv]

"I suppose I am vulnerable to the same influence. Don't know what use I would be for the person who tries."

The man mused. Midnight would smile.

"It does not hurt. It's just my existence. The power and I have an understanding... I think."

As for Celia they would nod and escort her back to the village and to the manor where Val and Pride were. Zola would walk up, but Ray... Ray was looking at his PT, rapidly typing and working on it.

"Val... Lord Blackburn is safe and on the way to Cabal... He wishes to see you as soon as possible."

[Valerian Blackburn]

"Because you speak for these people, right?"

Or something.

Val's attention quickly shifts, and he nods to Ray, eyes widening in both alarm and relief.

"Okay. I'll meet him outside."

And off he goes, apparently completely done with being in this experiment village.

[Cecelia Riddel]

Celia had complete faith in her guard's timing and didn't fuss when Zola appeared later, walking up alongside them as they finally joined Pride and Val at the strange manor. She was surprised to see them both unharmed; one had a guard, but she wasn't sure wat to make of the strange man who was willing to jump to fight.

"I'm glad to see you both safe..." Her words trailed off in silence as she got a look at the man called Midnight, throat closing around a squeak at the sight of the mummified figure and immediately fainting.

[Pride]

"Oh yeah? Does it have a name?"

Pride approaches with intent to sniff him!

[Zack Asiv]

Midnight watches a few things that are... Off even for the people of the village. One male just straight up leaves in the middle of a conversation, a new female walks in and passes out, and another male walks over and takes a big wiff of the power. He is confused by most of this.

Zola would jump to help Celia, catching her and holding her while fanning at her face to give her air.

Pride smells the wandering power who doesn't pay him much mind. Pride smells like it is familiar in some way, but it is off somehow. Like no monster he has smelled before, however there is something to it.

[Pride]

"Where are you from?"

Pride asked narrowing his eyes.

[Zack Asiv]

Ray would keep typing on his PT as he followed Val.

"He is on his way to Cabal from Blackwater. I think he will be meeting us at the embassy."

The mummy would turn to "Look" at Pride momentarily before going about whatever it was doing.

"That is as much an answer as I've seen it give to anything. The man who made me, or the one who was making me... Was interrupted during implanting this power in me. Thus it is bound, but not within me, we have no control of one another."

Celia is carried outside and placed to rest under a tree.

[Valerian Blackburn]

"Then let's get there now, so we're there when he arrives."

Valerian's basically running at this point.

[Pride]

Pride takes a slow, deep breath, letting his senses reach out around him. Toward the mummy, toward his surroundings. Much like he used to when he was a kid, when he was getting in touch with his monster. Trying to sense for the connection that had to be there. At least as how he knew it.

Force Sensitivity (UN-EVOLVED MUTATION): Your character is now sensitive to the flow of energy that makes up the universe. It can act as a danger sense, empathy check, or a guiding hand. The character must focus on the energy flow to gain any effects and the ability uses and gains UP normally.

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[Zack Asiv]

Ray would be following best he could to catch keep up with Val while communicating on his PT with whoever he was talking to. /exit?

Pride's sense would find the obvious connection between the mummy and Midnight, following it deeper seemed to extend far and quickly, a thin connection until he was forcefully disconnected from sensing it's origin. So abruptly it would actually even make Pride's vision a bit blurry for a few seconds.

[Cecelia Riddel]

After a bit of time outside in the open air, Celia comes to her senses and blinks, carefully sitting up and looking around her as she composes herself. What a frightful way to meet someone who appeared to be, well, just as frightful! What kind of power resided in such a person to twist their form in that way?

"Thank you," she murmured, brushing at imaginary dust. "I apologize for the interruption."

[Valerian Blackburn]

/exit

[Pride]

Pride stumbled a bit as his vision blurred. A hand lifting up to his head to try and get things to settle down. That was not right, definitely not right.

Back me up if you can. Let's brace for it this time.

He wasn't used to giving up right away, however. Closing his eyes he would reach out not just with his senses, but for his partner. Working in unison with their strengthened bond he would try to follow the connection again like before. He was ready for the pushback this time. He didn't intend to break through it, he didn't want to risk breaking or damaging the connection with it and midnight. Only to understand it. There have been a few things among the numbered like him, but no exact matches yet. He wanted to understand why that was, and to a degree. What that meant Joy and him were.


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Force Sensitivity (UN-EVOLVED MUTATION): Your character is now sensitive to the flow of energy that makes up the universe. It can act as a danger sense, empathy check, or a guiding hand. The character must focus on the energy flow to gain any effects and the ability uses and gains UP normally.

[Zack Asiv]

Zola would somewhat raise an eye brow at Celia. Before waiting for her to enter the manor again.

Pride with the help of his monster once again follow the connection, but this time they come across a new feeling, a new presence. However it notices them again and rips them from the trail once again, this time the blow back is barely noticable.

[Pride]

"There is something hampering your connection. You are not bonded like we are. I think we can find out what is wrong, but I need your help. If you want answers like I do."

First Sessha, now Midnight. Something among the numbered was like them. Chosen, or not? Something inside of him needed to know.