[table][row][/row][row][cell] [right][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZrmRu4W8cQ&list=PL6LVvvnBtGZAxpBfbVglN2H1MkOohxBeY&index=6][img]https://i.imgur.com/MSMU0kQ.gif[/img][/url][/right][/cell][cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4840990]D A M I E N A N N E L O U I S[/url] [sup]New York, New York | Louis Tower [@Kyubi][/sup][/cell][/row][/table][hr][color=c0c0c0][color=ffffff]"Breaking news. A train headed for the states capitol for tomorrows legislation meeting has been derailed, killing three people that we know of. One was a member of the camera crew that was on site, the other a civilian, and last but not least, John Sinclair, a man who has served our government for many years. A car registered to an Aloysius Leighton was also found at the site. Officials have said that the driver was found inside, but as for Leighton himself, it has seemed like he has disappeared into the woods. Police officers will be starting their search any minute no-"[/color] [color=pink]"Aloysius... Isn't that-"[/color] [color=dba901]"Yeah."[/color] [color=pink]"I thought the shadow was-"[/color] [color=dba901]"No."[/color] Damien stood, arms crossed and half a step behind a blonde women, both of their eyes on a monitor flashing images of overturned cars, uniforms and yellow tape. The anchor at the scene was pointing into the forest marking the area where a search would begin for survivors... or [i]a[/i] survivor. Damien shook his head. They weren't going to find anything. [color=dba901]"Call Barbara at Bellevue. Tell her to get back to me as soon as the body of the driver arrives."[/color] [color=pink]"You think he's dead?"[/color] [color=dba901]"The driver?"[/color] [color=pink]"Aloysius."[/color] [color=dba901]"Not likely."[/color] He took a sip of his coffee, letting the brew sit on his tongue before swallowing. [color=dba901]"To be a mage of his caliber with dominance over the air, oblivious to a train derailing right next to him. To the public, it's an accident and a terrible one. To the rest of us..."[/color] Damien paused as he watched the same images replay over and over again, twisted metal and scattered debris a portrait of destruction. [color=dba901]"...It's either negligence or... worse."[/color] [color=pink]"What's worse than negligence?"[/color] He nodded toward the monitor just as the anchor cut back to the crushed vehicle. The back door was open and a man with a camera was peering inside. [color=dba901]"He let [i]that[/i] land on his car."[/color] [color=pink]"...Which... could have been avoided and he might have driven off, driver intact. He-"[/color] [color=dba901]"Yeah."[/color] Damien put down the mug. [color=dba901]"That's the Shadow."[/color] [color=pink]"You have a message coming through."[/color] [color=dba901]"From?"[/color] [color=pink]"Salem. There's to be a meeting tonight. 10pm."[/color] Damien signed and rubbed at his temples. The Guild. They'd be in sorts and the ones who were naive enough to think the Shadow gone would be running around like chickens without a head. Salem would need to have words. Lots of them. Recruits would need to be composed. Members would need new assignments and his captains would need his direction to assign them. Months of planning going into a project would have be put on hold. He was about to be extremely busy. He could feel a headache coming on. [color=dba901]"Right. Clear my schedule."[/color][hr][center][i][sup][color=ffffff]10 o'clock that night at Guild HQ...[/color][/sup][/i][/center] Damien was first into the room as he always was. Another coffee in hand, a white dress shirt tucked into the hem of his grey slacks and the sleeves rolled up with the edges tucked in just above the elbow. A black tie traced his midline ending half an inch past the buckle of his waistband. Dress shoes were derby and of a midnight color. He was business as he always was but a little more casual than usual. Airflow wasn't always the greatest this far underground and it helped to move around in one less layer. Especially now... with [i]her[/i]. It was always a fascinating thing to feel the aura in a room shift and move [i]with[/i] someone. To observe other eyes follow every sway and step. To see the oxygen pulled from lungs as if the inferno cascading down her back was eating away at the air in the room. To see her... approach nonchalant as if the men she'd left disconnected on her way to the foyer wasn't her doing. He couldn't blame them. It was a wonder how anyone could concentrate with a figure wrapped in [i]that[/i]. He sipped at his coffee, letting the warmth spread across his chest and crawl to the tips of his fingers, the slight burn his distraction. [color=dba901]"Vee. I'm assuming you heard the news?"[/color][/color]