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This is a battle between Eventua and myself. Eventua, no need to post your template; I already have it. Opening post here. Part of the Prophecy for Humanity campaign
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Let it be noted that this record is a continuation of the priority archives, categorized as sub-hybrid entries into the sections E*** L****** and A****u. My name is Methuselah, the Ancient...
Fog hung on the dark London street like some spectral hand, taking the city in its embrace. A few lamp posts gently flicker as the electric current fluctuates slightly. The dark street is empty, and there is an air of silence, the only noise coming from the occasional shutter being closed. It was evening on the streets of London, and the blanket of sleep had begun to fall over the land.
The first Prophet has been sent... I had to disguise it well in order for it to escape his notice. His powers are growing stronger...
As the magical quietness of London seemed to take hold, there was a subtle set of thuds. Quiet footsteps echoed across the London street, reverberating gently around the sleeping street. It was surreal, the way the footsteps seemed to come from every concealable direction. Like a gentle cascade of sound around the street.
I can only hope this outcome will go as planned. I must insure the product of my scientific inquisition does not get out of hand.
A slight shadow slid down the stone paving the street, and the footsteps were followed by a dark figure. The darkness of the night cloaked his features, but as he gently stepped forward, he halted for a moment, underneath the light of the lamp post. The eerie yellow light cast a faded hint on his pale skin, and it wrinkled a bit as he pursed his lips. His dark brown eyes gazed out over the darkened street, and as he stood at the corner, under the lamp post at the intersection of the two dark London streets, he simply slipped his hands into his pockets and gave a low, haunting whistle.
"I know you're there somewhere, Tilt."
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Let it be noted that this record is a continuation of the priority archives, categorized as sub-hybrid entries into the sections E*** L****** and A****u. My name is Methuselah, the Ancient...
Fog hung on the dark London street like some spectral hand, taking the city in its embrace. A few lamp posts gently flicker as the electric current fluctuates slightly. The dark street is empty, and there is an air of silence, the only noise coming from the occasional shutter being closed. It was evening on the streets of London, and the blanket of sleep had begun to fall over the land.
The first Prophet has been sent... I had to disguise it well in order for it to escape his notice. His powers are growing stronger...
As the magical quietness of London seemed to take hold, there was a subtle set of thuds. Quiet footsteps echoed across the London street, reverberating gently around the sleeping street. It was surreal, the way the footsteps seemed to come from every concealable direction. Like a gentle cascade of sound around the street.
I can only hope this outcome will go as planned. I must insure the product of my scientific inquisition does not get out of hand.
A slight shadow slid down the stone paving the street, and the footsteps were followed by a dark figure. The darkness of the night cloaked his features, but as he gently stepped forward, he halted for a moment, underneath the light of the lamp post. The eerie yellow light cast a faded hint on his pale skin, and it wrinkled a bit as he pursed his lips. His dark brown eyes gazed out over the darkened street, and as he stood at the corner, under the lamp post at the intersection of the two dark London streets, he simply slipped his hands into his pockets and gave a low, haunting whistle.
"I know you're there somewhere, Tilt."