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He was nothing like she expected. She wasn't entirely sure what she expected. A long scraggly beard, maybe... the wild eyes of a madman. He was handsome, strikingly so, with short black hair and vibrantly blue eyes. Besides a few clear signs of the violence of his 'acquisiton', he was impeccably dressed and well kempt. She struggled to place his age. He looked as if he might be in his early 30's, but there was something about his eyes that made him feel much older. | He was nothing like she expected. She wasn't entirely sure what she expected. A long scraggly beard, maybe... the wild eyes of a madman. He was handsome, strikingly so, with short black hair and vibrantly blue eyes. Besides a few clear signs of the violence of his 'acquisiton', he was impeccably dressed and well kempt. She struggled to place his age. He looked as if he might be in his early 30's, but there was something about his eyes that made him feel much older. | ||
− | He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He greeted her by name, introduced himself as Corvus, lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she'd made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she'd read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he'd been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she'd told him to. She assured him she hadn't, and he told her 'not yet'. Her head was swimming, and he seemed to sense it. He asked her to sit down, and she told him she was fine. She wasn't. The last thing she heard clearly was Corvus calling for the Field | + | He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He greeted her by name, introduced himself as Corvus, lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she'd made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she'd read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he'd been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she'd told him to. She assured him she hadn't, and he told her 'not yet'. Her head was swimming, and he seemed to sense it. He asked her to sit down, and she told him she was fine. She wasn't. The last thing she heard clearly was Corvus calling for the Field Ops team that had been nervously pacing in the other room, then the world fell away. |
− | Julia could see Corvus's face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she's ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just | + | Julia could see Corvus's face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she's ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just when she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete. |
− | She came too | + | She came too in her own bed. |
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Corvus - ??. Assumedly a mage, Julia encountered him as an 'asset' aquired by Cheiron. It was through reading Corvus's many journals, which had been given to her by the company after her name was found to appear in them, that Julia came to her Awakening. She only had the opportunity to speak to him on one occasion, shortly before her Awakening occured. Although she was told that he did not survive one of Cheiron's test procedures, part of her believes that he's still out there somewhere. | Corvus - ??. Assumedly a mage, Julia encountered him as an 'asset' aquired by Cheiron. It was through reading Corvus's many journals, which had been given to her by the company after her name was found to appear in them, that Julia came to her Awakening. She only had the opportunity to speak to him on one occasion, shortly before her Awakening occured. Although she was told that he did not survive one of Cheiron's test procedures, part of her believes that he's still out there somewhere. | ||
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