it was creeping in the shadow of your white smile
WHO: thelaughingmage and molotovmartinis
WHAT: silk cut acquisition
WHERE: the Import Center
WHEN: night
WARNINGS: mod approved NPC death; pseudocannibalism
SUMMARY: John hasn't been avoiding Balthazar out of fear. He's just skeeved as hell. For good reason.
Most of the lights in the building were off, but the dim illumination in a distant room was still visible through the windows. The door readily admitted John, shutting behind him quietly with a little click. The light proved to be a lit hallway where the door to the basement was located. Though it was closed, the sound of something going THUNK! was audible through the sturdy wood. Like something hitting a table, maybe. The sound repeated at irregular intervals.
This door was locked, too, and though it did not open for John, the lock was nothing special; there weren't any blood symbols around it or anything magical.
Assuming John exercised some of his shadier skills and was able to enter, from the top of the stairs it was clear that the only light was somewhere just out of sight to the right. Another THUNK! sounded out, now more clearly metallic as well. A knife against a metal counter. The smell of blood...
Now a distinct sound that was quieter, too quiet to be heard through the door: the breaking of bone.
WHAT: silk cut acquisition
WHERE: the Import Center
WHEN: night
WARNINGS: mod approved NPC death; pseudocannibalism
SUMMARY: John hasn't been avoiding Balthazar out of fear. He's just skeeved as hell. For good reason.
Most of the lights in the building were off, but the dim illumination in a distant room was still visible through the windows. The door readily admitted John, shutting behind him quietly with a little click. The light proved to be a lit hallway where the door to the basement was located. Though it was closed, the sound of something going THUNK! was audible through the sturdy wood. Like something hitting a table, maybe. The sound repeated at irregular intervals.
This door was locked, too, and though it did not open for John, the lock was nothing special; there weren't any blood symbols around it or anything magical.
Assuming John exercised some of his shadier skills and was able to enter, from the top of the stairs it was clear that the only light was somewhere just out of sight to the right. Another THUNK! sounded out, now more clearly metallic as well. A knife against a metal counter. The smell of blood...
Now a distinct sound that was quieter, too quiet to be heard through the door: the breaking of bone.