Post by ARVANA ZACCOUR on May 15, 2012 22:36:31 GMT -6
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Open
WORDS.
360
LYRICS.
Audience of One, Rise Against
NOTES.
First thread~[/style]
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Forty disappearances… or ‘missing persons’ in three weeks was unusual even for New York, and it’d drawn Arvana’s attention. Beryl was awake. She could feel it; she could feel her somewhere in the city, disguised to the general public, but beginning to prey upon the city’s population. It meant that Ava would soon have to make a choice. For nearly a year now she’d devoted all her focus into hunting for her sisters, trying to find them before Beryl awakened. They would need time to reacquaint themselves with both each other and their powers before facing the one who had defeated them before. But it seemed that this time, time would not be on Ava’s side. If Beryl was already awakened, the reincarnated senshi would have little time (if any) for practice. Ava couldn’t protect the city alone. Not effectively anyway while still continuing her search. She would do what she could certainly, but she would have to choose between actively guarding the city or continuing her search.
A heavy sigh escaped Ava’s lips and she turned her eyes from the files of the missing people. Sometime in the three hours that Arvana had been at her usual coffee shop, a lazy rainstorm had rolled over the city, and for a while she simply watched the water roll down the window pane. So far the disappearances were the only unusual event she had to worry about which meant that for the time being at least, Ava could continue her search for her sisters while also continuing her investigation into the various disappearances. She’d spoken with several of the family and friends of several of the missing persons, but she hadn’t found a commonality yet, and if she was being honest, Ava didn’t expect to. They were likely convenient targets.
Ignoring the glow of her laptop, Ava’s fingers closed around her warm mug of tea, and she sipped at the warm liquid as she watched the summer rain shower outside. New York was a large city with plenty of places for evil to lurk, both magical and not. The senshi had to be found before Beryl corrupted everything in her path.[/style]
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