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[hr][center][color=298e25]Location[/color]: Lab IX
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[color=298e25]"Whenever I look at your magic with this mask on,"[/color] Rohan started, pulling it from his face with a wet [i]snap.[/i] [color=298e25]"It's like you're glowing gold. But something's different, I don't know what since I can barely tell, but it's like... Like seeing lights when your eyes are closed. You just know it's there."[/color] His mask wasn't perfect, and something could very well know it was able to spot things. Could something down there have latched onto Connie, maybe an immaterial creature or some sort of energy that she just walked through? This many people could theoretically take something down, and Frankie surely had things in his lab that were dangerous.

When they walked in, the beheaded corpse laid out on a slab didn't bug him nearly as much as it should have. He'd seen worse. At least there wasn't an eyeball growing out of the stump. [color=298e25]"Can't do much here to figure out what happened to him. Is there something else you need me for, or do you want me to just sit still and wait? Root can probably get a message to the others if we can't get a phone working in here."[/color]