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[color=CDBD2B][b]Time: [/b][/color]Morning
[color=CDBD2B][b]Location: [/b][/color]Ember Grove Mall > Ember Grove Diner
[color=CDBD2B][b]Interaction:[/b][/color][@13org] = Ylva, [@princess] - Emelie
[color=CDBD2B][b]Jams:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFmYlasjqzs]"Let it burn, under my skin"[/url][/center][hr]

Lucius examined the various stores as he made his way to an abandoned department store on the other side of the mall. They offered possible escape routes for when the first act of his grand play began. He hoped the visitors to the mall would be competent enough to use them instead of congesting the main entrances like trapped cattle. One might think we wanted a complete massacre here but that was completely against his goals. He [color=CDBD2B][b]needed[/b][/color] witnesses. Panic. Chaos. Confusion. Operation Humanity would have their hands tied cleaning up the mess at the University. It was easy enough to blame a deranged shooter, a maniac that had some kind of agenda. It was unlikely any of the victims had time to pull out their phones and record what happened. Even if they did, it was more than likely they were a rotting corpse.

Here there were more bodies, more untrained minds that might try to document the horror instead of fleeing for their lives. At last, He arrived at the derelict entrance to the department store. Signs dotted the windows about some new store that was to take its place. They wouldn't mind if he borrowed the shipping area for just one night, but they might not want the space back. Lucius slipped through a plain-looking door that was marked for staff only. It had been simple to bribe the guard that patrolled the area to ignore his duties. He  found that magic and spells were hardly needed when it came to dealing with cases of human greed. The bare-bones of the interior hallways provided a stark contrast to the public area of the mall. 

John was waiting for him when he made it to the shipping area, the cage had already been unloaded from the back of the cargo truck [color=CDBD2B]"I trust there were no complications moving the subject?"[/color] Lucius asked, running his hand along the flat top of the cage inspecting for any faults that could result in a premature release [color=c4df9b]"Everything went according to plan. The others are in place and ready to fulfill their roles."[/color] John said in his gruff voice, mistakenly proud in his part in all of this. Lucius was satisfied with his inspection and went about setting up the cage's timed release on its lock [color=CDBD2B]"Your eagerness is greatly appreciated. However, take the time to enjoy the down-time. The end of this timer marks the beginning of our victory. There."[/color] He stepped back from the caged [color=CDBD2B]"I shall be heading out now for something to eat as even the likes of myself need food. Guard the cage well. I shall be back later to watch."[/color]

Lucius exited through the back of the shipping area to an empty parking lot, where his driver was waiting to take him into town [color=CDBD2B]"The diner."[/color] He uttered the words and driver nodded, accelerating to his next destination. Empty, tired-looking blue eyes looked out the window at the passing scenery, though he wasn't really interested in it in the slightest. He had seen plenty of cities and towns with just as if not more character than this one. Like many American towns, there was a diner decorated in the late fashion of the mid 50s. The height of American industry and culture built upon the bones of foreigners overseas. He rather admired America during that period. The tired look in his features quickly shifted as the car arrived at the diner, perking up to match his physical youth and the character he was to play [color=CDBD2B]"Pick me up at the library thirty minutes to five."[/color] He stated dryly before exiting the car.

The iconic chime echoed in his ears as he entered the door to the sight of some poor girl losing a bit of her change. A couple of coins rolled their way towards him, to which he casually stepped on them before picking them up. What especially caught his attention was the heavy foreign accent of the other individual [color=CDBD2B]"Must be a pretty good sandwich to start dropping money like that."[/color] Lucius said cheerfully as he walked up to the two girls, and specifically Emelie [color=CDBD2B]"Sorry to interrupt, I got two of your runaways right here."[/color] He smiled brightly as he handed over the two coins. The hunt for the Circle of Ancients was on and this was as good a start as any. While he didn't have any of his typical artifacts on his person, he had to be careful an experienced witch didn't simply sense the permanent mark his centuries of dark spell use had put on him. 

Lucius looked over the distraught face of Emelie and managed to use her expressions and movements to suspect what she wanted [color=CDBD2B]"Why don't we sit together? I'm new to town and I'd like to hear more about this magic sandwich!"[/color] He lightly chuckled. It didn't take telepathy to known what people are thinking when you can read the right signs and context clues. The painful part was acting upon them. He rather detested these upbeat, young personalities but wearing his own face around here was far too much a risk. A rogue agent in a world of super-powers had to plan their moves twenty steps ahead and  avoid showing their hand too early.