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milliways_bar2006-04-11 04:08 am
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Hellspawn is in the bar, at his usual seat. He's got a pile of folders next to him, and a cold cup of tea to the other side. It didn't start cold, but he's ignored it that long. He really is Hellspawn right now, with no trace of his usual jolliness.
Spread before him are some gruesome pictures, of about a half dozen different people. Each of them is missing some body part, eyes, hands, ears, what have you. The photos are obviously crime scene stuff, and he is tracing patterns in the air above them.
Those who know magic will feel him gathering it, trying to make it work for him.
Spread before him are some gruesome pictures, of about a half dozen different people. Each of them is missing some body part, eyes, hands, ears, what have you. The photos are obviously crime scene stuff, and he is tracing patterns in the air above them.
Those who know magic will feel him gathering it, trying to make it work for him.