[color=39b54a]*Snicker*[/color] Twisted laughter reverberates throughout a shadowy corridor.[color=39b54a] "You think she's some kind of threat?" [/color]Feminine, malice-tainted vocals push said question towards their respective recipient, one masculine figure standing opposite of a corrupted woman known only as 'The Second Gorgon'.

[color=ed1c24]"Of course. She's connected to that man."[/color] He responds by frank tone, either crimson eye looking down upon pedestrians via dirt-caked glass. His six foot stature, coated in grey pinstripe suit, leans laxly against peeling floral wallpaper. 

[color=39b54a]"Are you serious?! That's just some distant relation. No ones seen him in millions of years anyways.."[/color] Lady Gorgon blurts towards her cohort. Her posture displays annoyance, feeling unhindered in speech as they both stand alone in a condemned apartment complex. 

[color=ed1c24]"You can only say that because you're young.-"[/color] Another retort coated in apathy draws deep aggravation by the woman standing across from himself. [color=ed1c24]"-But if you feel that strongly, just take care of her."[/color] His words of allowance towards this girls wanting for conflict push away all further means to fight one another. She's sated, or at least, she feels she soon will be.

[color=39b54a]"I will! Just don't poke your head out while I'm having my fun you greedy bastard."[/color] The gorgon sneers, clenching her fists tightly in remembrance of past relations with our grey and mysterious gentlemen. She vanishes from sight, moving by expedience to address her latest source of entertainment. 

[color=ed1c24]"What an unoriginal child. Abandoned human housing... She couldn't have just enslaved half the town for comfort? somethings got her on edge. Perhaps he truly is nearby."[/color] He thinks aloud upon the gorgons departure, feeling now emboldened by privacy. He wasn't to stay here long, the man named in his contract feeling nearer than ever before. [color=ed1c24][i]'I've heard he quite delights in what modern man calls 'pizza'? Perhaps I shall start by searching respective establishments.'[/i][/color] The hunt begins.

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Anora would have safely entered her vehicle, departing towards aforementioned grocery outlet as she might any other day. But, as she has already felt, this hour was not liken to 'any other day'. During travel, the air would have grown thicker and slightly more unnerving than previously experienced. Maybe someone was watching her? Of course the actual oddity of it all didn't occur until entering Piggly Wiggly's parking lot. This would be her first contact with that strange other world, the place of magic that's remained hidden for most all other pedestrians. 

After having exited the BMW, something out of place unnoticed by all would likely be spotted. Near the road, roughly 40 feet from where she now stands, is what could firstly be described as one partially rotted ghoul. There it silently stood, wheezing faintly and constantly jittering within it's upright position. Flayed skin and torn raiment cling to maggot-caked exterior.

Perhaps Anora may gasp at her distant company, but surprisingly, none would join her. All surrounding sapiens pass by this being as if he weren't there. Not one eye nor ear is lent to it's existence as if she were the only to know of it's queer threat. Should Anora attempt to approach the beast, it would match her pace in retreating from her. If any attempt to run can be committed, the ghoul would follow in due form. Anora now had a second shadow, likely as untouchable as what she firstly possessed. 

If Anora is yet brave enough to enter the store, so to would said zombie. Employees and people may only remark at how the automatic door seems to be malfunctioning. Company loves misery, and she wouldn't be without either for several hours to come.

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[color=6ecff6][i]'Whats an 'Aldit' doing here?'[/i][/color] A nearby being would casually think, sitting atop dilapidated bench with a near-finished slice of pizza in hand. His silvery eyes pace one shivering ghouls form, soon to alight over the girl it's vigilantly observing. [color=6ecff6][i]'She reminds me of someone...'[/i][/color] Another thought to be traced over a massive sea of past experiences.

[color=6ecff6]"Nope, not possible."[/color] He says aloud, affirming a belief that this ebony-clad girl is not what he thinks her to be. He was far too distracted by the finishing of an item long put into creation for any true attention to be paid towards another victim of some gorgons schemes. Besides, his pizza was also important, and he most certainly wasn't finished savoring it.