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[center][h1][color=ed1c24]The Weeping[/color][/h1]
[i]Location: Madalyne Crane's room, Eastern Nighthaven, Paragon City[/i]
[@Silver Carrot][@Nallore][/center]
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As the Weeping finished the chocolate bar, his attention shifted to a nearby wall. His head tilted slightly as his orangish eyes narrowed for a second as he tried to make sense of the flickering blue upon it before his eyes widened in realization. Glancing out the window he saw the cop cars and as he took in the entirety of what he could see on the street a frown formed on his lips.

There she was again. At the mailbox. Was she Amara's lapdog? Or better question how was she managing to follow him? He could feel intense rage from the spirits. It was like a hot sweltering feeling rising in his chest. The fury was all directed towards the blonde by the mailbox.  Nigel could almost feel the spirits attempting to move his body towards her, but he shook his head managing to sway them by thinking of the police.

He could feel the heat in his chest. That overwhelming fury starting to be restrained by his logic, but every time his eyes wandered over to Julia, he could feel it spiking ever so slightly. As he tore his eyes away from the window, he jerked back in surprise. During his brief internal struggle there was a massive five-pronged gash in the wall now. His claws still coated in dry wall dust.

A sigh escaped his lips. So much for having left no evidence of his search.  The Weeping took one final glance outside the window at Julia. Memorizing her features. Soon he knew he'd have to deal with her one way or another. Pulling the amulet back out of his pocket he turned westward and briskly walked into the shadows. 

Stepping out of a shadow a few houses down in someone's fenced backyard. He breathed a small sigh of relief. His powers were nothing if not convenient, though even they had limits. He soon discovered as he reached a major hurdle. The bridge that ran across river. The shadows were limited here, and the walkers and cars might see him going between them.

Pulling the brim of the fedora down to cover his eyes more and keeping his head turned downward slightly he began his walk across the bridge.