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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 5, 2015 21:39:14 GMT
A street on which people live. No shit.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 5, 2015 21:54:36 GMT
Rory got all the way here still bending light around her, then stopped near by, still remaining invisible to see what she could spy. She was looking out for if anyone else was in the house, anyone coming or going.
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 6, 2015 0:32:36 GMT
It was a comfortable two story building, with the same black car in the driveway and a few lights on in what appeared to be the kitchen and living room. This was a much more upscale neighborhood than she had seen so far in Ambrosia, (excluding Olympus) and Rory had already spotted at least one regular police patrol. There were even white picket fences.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 6, 2015 0:38:43 GMT
She moved a bit closer to the property, and focused on one of the windows with the lights on, not barring them at all, and staying back from the windows, she concentrated her light powers again on bending the light from the room to her eyes, so she could effectively see inside. As there were people inside, she'd not risk entering, just wanted to see how these people lived.
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 6, 2015 0:48:21 GMT
And there she was, sitting on the couch, watching The Late Night Show, eating a microwave dinner. She was wearing a house robe and her hair appeared to still be wet from the shower. Rory could hear her laughing through the glass. Then a makle stranger, white, fit, dressed in bathroom towel, approached from behimd the couch and leaned down to kiss on the lips. Rory could make out burn marks down his back, but not his face yet.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 6, 2015 0:56:11 GMT
Burn marks, was an interesting note to commit to memory. She waited a bit longer, trying to see the mans face, but if the two looked like they would talk, she'd keep her attention on staying invisible, and trying to amplify the sound waves coming through the wall so she could hear what they were saying.
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 6, 2015 1:20:26 GMT
The man's voice was familiar. Cockney, no wait, Estuary. Slightly cheeky. "...come back to bed, love. We won't have much time together like this after it starts."
"I know, baby. I'll be there soon. I just need to eat something. I was jumping timezones with John all day."
"Mmm... 'e do the timey wimey wibbly wobbly thing?"
"Timey wimey..." Laughter. "Is that what you call it?!"
"Sure. Dinosaurs and Aztecs and fuck all. 'e's bloody Doctor 'Oo, 'e is. Sittin' in a cell, I am, and pop, 'ere I am wit you, "
More laughter. Kiss kiss. "Oh Tommy..."
Tommy. Thomas Austen. Who should be in a prison cell at the Camelot facility. The burns were from an early escape attempt years earlier.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 6, 2015 19:36:58 GMT
This scene was disgusting for many reasons... first, Rory was never really into all that... loved up shit... second. Thomas. Fucking. Austen. That traitorous son of a bitch. How was he here? someone else with source powers had got him out, that was clear, John... could presume Wick, but it was misleading to make presumptions, but considering she followed the woman from John Wick's base of operations, it could be handled with a suggestive lean.
This clearly went much deeper than she had anticipated... Candle was in league with Austen, Austen was in league with Wick, so perhaps even the organisations were linked.. or worse the same.
She felt anger rising in her, but she had to stamp it down, if anything happened here, they would know she knows.
She made a note to check in with back home to see if Thomas Austen was out of his cell... if it was time travel then he could have been taken from the future and brought back here... reducing suspicions. This was a mess.
She tried to listen to more... if nothing more interesting was said, she'd scope the outside of the house for any and all entrances, focusing on keeping herself invisible and mute.
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 6, 2015 19:47:30 GMT
She had already found the front entrance, leading directly into the living room with the pair of lovers. To the side, along the driveway, was another entrance, and presumably there was another in the backyard, through the picket fences.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 6, 2015 20:05:01 GMT
Taking this information as well, she looked round for any more obvious identifiers, any clues or potential weaknesses, she had a lover... and children... those were two right there.
After that, she left fairly sharpish, not wanting to provoke a confrontation with Thomas Austen unprepared, and reappeared down an alley in downtown miles away.
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