[Elisa crossed the quad with the collar of her leather jacket turned up against the Mist. It didn't really make a difference - the chill of the Black Mist was very different to the chill of a winter breeze back in New York - but it was a force of habit. In situations like this, it was good to rely on habit. Habits grounded you. Habits kept you ( Read more... )

[It had been a long few days. The grief that had followed Brooklyn's announcement - the annoucement that the rest of the Manhattan Clan were missing, taken by the Black Mist - had been replaced by anger and, finally, by resolve. When Elisa switched on her communication device to speak, she looked paler than usual and she obviously hadn't been ( Read more... )

[Elisa's first message was a difficult one to send. Not because she had any doubts about it's importance - on the contrary, it was probably going to initiate one of the most important conversations she'd had at the Academy - but because she had to tread very carefully indeed. Quasimodo needed her help. He was currently trapped in a cupboard, so she ( Read more... )

[Although Elisa was used to living a life that occasionally bordered on the impossible, nothing could have prepared her for the strangeness of the last few days. She'd been turned into a gargoyle before, of course, but that had only been for a few hours. She had never experienced the stone sleep before and, perhaps most importantly, she'd never had ( Read more... )

[As the Academy started to dissolve into chaos on the evening of the voodoo festival, one member of staff was conspicuous in her absence ( Read more... )

[Although the events of her kidnapping had left Elisa feeling drained and exhausted, she would rather get back to work than sit in her room and dwell on her nightmares ( Read more... )

[There's a particular chill in the air tonight, and it isn't just the winter cold. Soft murmurs may be heard in the hallway, drifting in and out of your hearing, most will ignore them ( Read more... )

[It wasn't over. Not really. The Mist might have moved but it wasn't gone. The Strangelings were still out there somewhere ( Read more... )

[Frowning slightly, Elisa examined her reflection in her bedroom mirror. Because she lived in jeans and leather jackets, the detective didn't own many dresses. When the camera switched on, she could be seen holding one of them - a simple and rather elegant black dress - against herself. A white dress and a red dress lay discarded on the bed behind ( Read more... )

Ok, the expedition to Berk leaves in two days. Quite a few members of staff are going, including me, which means that you guys will be holding the fort until I get back.

[She doesn't like deserting her post, but there is a chance that the trip to Berk will provide them with valuable information about the Black Mist and she can't afford to pass up ( Read more... )