It was quite a while until Elena ran out of breath and a full minute later before she stopped running, pausing a desolate sidewalk to try and get some air into her system.
She laid her hands on her knees and she breathed, only after a few seconds turning around to make sure she was alone. Though she had to be after running like that.
Meanwhile...
"Hmm, it is indeed an interesting... circumstance." Aurora said as she hopped down her armchair, making a loud sound as her tiny frame reached the ground. From her penthouse, the view of the city was marvelous, a fringe benefit for being so long in the spearhead of technological advancement.
As well as the spearhead of immortal lore. She thought to herself as her 7-year old frame tried to look as detached and as professional as she could muster. However, even if for many it was a boon, herself had been cursed with it, and she had known of cases of... madness among her folk.
It was one of the reasons why she had exerted her influence to bring some high ranking badges, inspectors or somesuch, to her humble abode. They had been on Dino Connections paycheck for a while, and she half trusted their mouths to be sealed. Still the scene was bizarre. The old Doctor Le Blanc had the appearance of a child, yet the wisdom of an adult. From her diminute frame, she shot her gaze to the heights of the law representatives, a faint tingue of french accent still lingering in her English.
"Well, these bizarre ...reanimation incidents have been going through a while, inspectors. Although not on this scale... It seems as if they're gathering somehow." She added, as she put a hand in her chin. "There'll be trouble ahead... I thank you for coming and telling me." She said, as she indicated the door, where her daughter was. She bit her lip. She desired to be at least as grown up as her. But maybe one day. She felt that her investigation was drawing her closer to her goal.
"Valérie" She said. "Do see the inspectors out." Aurora let with a sigh, as she walked towards the window of her office. Rain. It was a rainy day long ago, when this curse started. She still saw the horses and the wheels obscuring her vision. She sighed. The evening wasn't specially cheery.
Rain. Mark always had a slight like for it, how it hit coolly on his skin. He didn't like how it fogged his glasses, or how it got his clothes wet after sitting or standing in it too long. But none of that could possibly matter to him now, after living a century immortal and unaging. It no longer mattered how badly he was harmed if he stayed out too long at night in the city, he would just get back up, put a smile on his face, and replace whatever clothes or glasses he'd lost (he nevered carried enough money to be worth robbing).
He had no recollection of how he had ended up on that particular bench on that particular side of the intersection rereading The Prince, but he couldn't believe what he heard as a girl fell to her knees on the sidewalk and a young man followed her and knelt beside her at 9:56 pm.
"I can't die. I don't know why or how, but I can't die." was what the man had said. Those words forever changed Mark's view of his existenc, his mind leaping at the thought that he was no longer alone. Deciding to take a risk in believing the man, he got up, put his book on the bench, and extended his hand and his smile to the young man and the girl.
"Neither can I. My name's Mark Pallas. It's a pleasure knowing I'm not alone in my condition. And you are?"
Allurand and surrounding world loading, 28%...Mark observed the man's response. Perhaps our condition comes with some mental disorder. he thought. Note to self: reevaluate mental state daily, as this incident may incite some trouble around this city and personal internal chaos will only make it worse.
"Pleased to meet you too," Mark said with a twinge of sarcasm. "In that case, how can I help?"
edited 26th Dec '11 5:51:08 PM by Insano
Allurand and surrounding world loading, 28%...Better late than never I assume. sorry
Rain. The city was always pleasant in the rain. It washed away the filth and excrement that had littered the streets all those centuries ago, made things feel clean, and pure. Even now, John Sunday still felt a sense of renewal on rainy days.
Just having stumbled inside the doorway of Immortal Treasures, the antique shop that doubled as his home, John folded his umbrella and made sure his suitjacket was dry before noticing that his phone actually had messages on it.
This wasn't impossible, but considering his rather solitary lifestyle, it was unusual enough that he paused for a moment before pressing the playback button.
edited 26th Dec '11 5:55:21 PM by Dblade26
9:54 PM
"Hello John; this is Jason. It's been a while, hasn't it? 4 years, I guess, though that's a rather short term for people like us, I suppose. So, I'm calling you because... something came up. I'm working at a place you surely know of; Dino Connections. I joined up with them because, hey, even us Immortals need to make a living, and, I'm a scientist; I get a job that suits me, and I get big bucks to boot. But, this isn't time for small-talk. I... I've been here for just 7 months, but I think I'm onto something. I... I want to talk to you, tomorrow. I'm not even sure why I'm talking to you about this, except... you're my friend, and I guess I just... have a bad feeling about this; hell, if they caught me talking to you... silly, I know, but again, I just have this feeling. In fact, I think... I think they might know what I am. That's why I waited until I got home. If I could just talk to someone about this, someone I know, I'd feel a lot better. Meet me at that fancy french restaurant at 1:00 PM tomorrow, the one you always liked. See you then."
9:59 PM...
edited 26th Dec '11 7:26:37 PM by kkhohoho
Too many people now. Later. Johan turned the corner, and began the walk back to his office. He'd find her again later. For now, there were still clients to see to. He'd pass the time that way.
"Tomorrow dear girl, tomorrow."
edited 26th Dec '11 6:24:22 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialHe too cannot die...?
That was a surprising turn of events... She believed herself to be unique... certainly a lot of people had died after she had become immortal so it wasn't something that happened to just everyone.
While she was curious about his condition... and about it revealing some mysteries on her own, there was a present issue to take care off.
"You... back there in the alley... That man..." And after just saying those words another man stepped forward, stopping that conversation right on its tracks. Murder is not something to discuss in the company of those not implicated after all.
10:00 PM.
A booming, horribly loud, disruptive noise could be heard by nearly everyone outside in the city, and if one was close enough, they could see a terrible, yet amazing sight from the direction it came from; a gigantic, fiery explosion that looked as though it might as well have come out of the very jaws of hell itself, and it was followed by a fiery blaze that nearly rivaled the explosion in it's destructive magnificence. But, at this point in time, no-one could tell just who exactly was swallowed by the explosion, and just what impact this would have on Rankenopolis...
edited 26th Dec '11 7:23:03 PM by kkhohoho
Immortal Treasures. The name had caught Arc's attention a few weeks ago. He hadn't once really thought of his condition as something to be treasured, but the name had stuck in his mind and he'd found himself staring at it a few times on the retu- way home.
Right now it was the only place who's doorway offered meagre protection from the rain, and he hoped the owner wouldn't notice him temporarily catching his breath there.
The ensuing explosion, however, would more likely than not draw the owner out, but Arc was too shocked by the sudden sound to move.
edited 26th Dec '11 7:03:26 PM by whizzerd
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGobIs it really possible that they know..and if so, what is it that they were doing to get Jason worked up enough to call me?
John's musings were interrupted by the roar of the explosion. The tremor nearly knocked over an authentic Ming Dynasty vase (a street vendor had given it for next to nothing at the time) and he had to pause and catch it before running outside, umbrella in hand.
Unfortunately, he almost bumped right into some youth who was loitering in his doorway, though come to think of it, his own outward appearance wasn't actually that old.
"Are you alright?" John yelled to Arc, noticing his shocked appearance.
edited 26th Dec '11 7:25:45 PM by Dblade26
When they got there, it was still quite a sight. The building, and a few that had been right next to it, were scorched to the ground. All that was left were the remains; countless pieces of rubble, as well as many charred and/or blown corpses, and a monstrous fire that was still raging. Sure enough, a siren could now be heard in the distance, hailing the coming arrival of a firetruck to quench the flames.
An... explosion? Just what happened over there? What was there before this...? And this people... How? Why did this happen?
Such a flurry of thoughts went over Elena's head as she looked upon the scene of death and destruction. However the sounds of the sirens woke her up in time to remind her of the situation she was in.
She slipped into an alley as she kept her eyes on the flames.

Arc curled into himself, pulling his hood up with shaking hands. Shouting. Lots of shouting and running. He waited until the noise had moved away, then dared to peer his head out of the darkness of the alley. There were people, blocking the way to route four. But route three was no longer occupied, except by a dead body. Arc stared at it with wide eyes for a full minute, before gripping his groceries even tighter and attempting to run down the street again.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob