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Bak Tsarevna




@6slyboy6@KillamriX88@Hammerman




Bak looked up excitedly. "Yes, you are right." She said, the tell-tale sound of her guns spinning up filling the room. "Nothing to worry about. Our friends have only passed us, I am sure." She pointed her guns straight up above her. "Stand clear!" Then, for the first time, the rattling DAKKADAKKADAKKA of chain-guns sounded out.

Bak was happy even as a torrent of dust and scrap began to flow down from above her. She hadn't gotten to cut loose like this since she got here precisely because she was so scared of bringing the building down on someone, but if her objective was to bring part of the building down on herself there was no longer a problem. Her bullets cut through the upper floors like a power saw through ice, the numerous holes poked in the floor eventually forming into a web of cracks that caused the chunks to split apart and come raining down. She felt them, clattering around her, off her, a big chunk of something glancing off her head. She didn't pay it any mind, just held her breath so she didn't have to breath any of the debris in.

In a few minutes she didn't feel anything raining down on her anymore. She stopped shooting and looked up, shaking pieces of building out of her hair. Through the still slightly crumbling holes that had been punched through the buildings floors she could see night sky and all a once a cool breeze seem to flow into the building.

She tried to move, and found she was having trouble. Looking around, Bak found herself buried waist deep in chunks of rubble, smashed furniture, and the bodies of a few unfortunate imps that had had the floor sliced out from under them. Around her was even more rubble and debris, the crappy apartment they were in looking more and more like a disaster movie set. She tried to pull away some of the debris, noting that her arms were covered in little cuts and scratches from the shower she'd just taken. Probably her whole body was covered in superficial damage like that, and she'd be really sore come morning, but that was a small price to pay for a job well done.

"All right, step one completed." She said. "Step two, going up to find our friends." She tried to move again and found it was extremely slow going. "Thobias, please help. It will take too much time to dig myself out."



Naseraph Sana




@Bartimaeus




"Nicely done." Naseraph said clapping Aram on the shoulder. "I doubt he can burn through all that. We should leave regardless, just in case he can." He spun on his heel and followed quickly after Samoth. "Besides which, we should find Brutus." He called over his shoulder.

Naseraph was ecstatic as he caught up with Samoth. Every one of the Big Three was currently inside this building, no doubt engaged in mortal combat above. No doubt that, even were one to win, they would be severely weakened and in a state where a handsome young vulture could just swoop in and take their head like it was nothing. He had been lying before. He wasn't empty. He always kept just a little bit of energy in reserve, in case he needed it.

"They've probably ascended to the top floor by now." He said to Samoth. "We should move quickly." Hopefully this fool wouldn't interfere. If he did, Naseraph might have to use the last of his power on him.




Gilliam DeWitt





Gilliam picked himself suddenly up off the ground just in time to see the entrance to the apartment building finish sealing up. He stood testily in the moonlight, a constant stream of saliva pouring from both sides of his mouth. There was something in that building that was a danger to him. Well, two things now. One was Alto, and the other was the boy that took away his ability to be Gilliam DeWitt. Both of these threats had to be exorcised, that was obvious. Then there was the chicken. No real threat, no real reason to eliminate him, but for some reason Gilliam wanted desperately to pluck that chicken! Why was that? Was it....yesssssss. Humiliation. He'd been made to look like a fool.

By a chicken.

By a piece of poultry!

Gilliam leaped at the wall of the building, bone tipped tendrils exploding from his back, his hands extending into wicked claws, and he clung to the side of it. The fools had sealed the entrance, this was true, but they had also sealed the exit. All Gilliam had to do was get to the top and work his way down. Inevitable they would encounter one another again. So Gilliam climbed, hand over hand, tendril over tendril, toward the top floor.
Gilliam DeWitt and Nasaraph Sana


"Unfortunately," Gilliam said, stepping forward toward Samoth, "Only Alto has been permitted to ascend. I'm afraid you will have to remain hearrrrrRRRRGGGG!"

Gilliam had reached forward and grabbed Samoths arm, perhaps to escort him out, but as he did so he felt the oddest sensation in his hand. It was as though all the cells in his hand, previously leased to his will, sudden;y began running wild. He couldn't feel them anymore, not like he could before, and as though it were water without a container to hold it the flesh of his hand spread out into a flat, flesh colored pancake of an appendage that he quickly pulled back. He took a concerned step back from Samoth, then another, then another, staring down at his hand until he felt control re-assert itself. The cells marched again to his will and he bound them back into their proper shape.

"Anathema!" He spit the word, looking back up at Samoth while clutching his hastily reformed hand. His eyes were wide and wild, like an animals, and there was a bit of drool creeping down from the side of his mouth. "What are you?"

Naseraph took the opportunity to spring forward and rest the flat of his palm against Gilliam's back. "Stop interfering." The bird boy said in a hoarse whisper before there was what felt like a great rush of air as he took the aura he had stored up in his body and projected it. An invisible sphere of pure force expanded from the point of contact, as tall and wide as Gilliam himself, and Nasaraph took this energy and pushed.

There was a sound like a giant balloon exploding as Gilliam was sent tumbling, past Samoth, end over end across the floor. He hit the doors, and the doors shattered as he continued his tumble into the parking lot. He tried to right himself, grab hold of anything to arrest his momentum, and only succeeded in shaving off bits of himself along the asphalt. His journey ended in a face first slide along the ground that left a train of peach colored face flesh. He slid right into Lise's parked car, leaving a solid dent in the door and causing the alarm to start blaring throughout the neighborhood.

Then he hefted himself up of the ground and turned his grotesque, de-gloved face back to them. He would have narrowed his eyes if there was anything covering the red meat. He started back toward them.

"Aram, please use your alchemy to seal the entrance." Naseraph said. "That grand push used up most of what I had."

As Gillaim walked back he reached down without stopping, his arm elongating grotesquely, and scooped part of himself up off the pavement. The individual patches of Gilliam that marked his path wiggled mindlessly in all directions without any conscious thought, each patch only conserved with its own, individual survival. Gilliam took the himself in his hand and slapped it onto his face. It fell in line instantly, the cells understanding that they were part of the whole again, and reform into a face that looked set on murder. "You try to be civil with people, but there are just so many uncivilized sorts." He muttered as he walked.

He didn't walk far though. He hit a patch of black ice and felt his feet slip out from under him. He fell backward, his head cracking into the ground. It wasn't that cold, why was there ice out here!?!

"Quickly, please." Naseaph said insistently to Aram before turning back to Samoth. "That thing out there wasn't lying, Alto's upstairs somewhere. Probably battling Clara as we speak. If we want to catch them we should hurry."

@RoflsMazoy@Bartimaeus
@KatherinWinter

I'm just waiting on the boys to fining following up on those books distributes and send my dog out to try and sniff her out.
Gilliam DeWitt and Nasaraph Sana


Gilliam hadn't even started to open his mouth when suddenly a raucous battle cry sounded from above, dozens of tiny voices screeching for blood and glory in unison, the pounding of tiny legs across the floor of the level above. The screeches of battle quickly transformed, however, into screeches of surprised. Then they became screeches of fear as the first of the imps, one in a very nice hat, tumble through the hole in the ceiling and landed with a meaty splatter on the debris pile. He was almost instantly followed by dozens more of his kind, falling like the ugliest of autumn leaves from the floor above and impacting the cushionless floor.

In a few moments not a single of the once vicious horde was left alive, obliterated completely only by the forces of gravity. Naseraph gaped at the shocking display as they began to evaporate into ectoplasmic stains on the floor, reflecting on just how easily he could have ended up like that upon his banishment from the mountain.

Gilliam looked only for a moment, then turned back to Samoth and answered his question by extending one finger and pointing straight up.

@Bartimaeus
@Fabricant451

That's why I put quotation marks around it. It's not really Souls style combat, but you put that in the hands of your average game journalist they're gonna think "Oh, just like Dark Souls." It's not, but it feels like that was the comparison they were fishing for.

@Dynamo Frokane

I didn't say anything about his beard, I just think that it's the video game equivalent of Oscar bait. I can't take the critical acclaim seriously because it feels like it was strategically aimed at exactly the sort of people that would be giving it that critical acclaim. It's just so cynical.
@Dynamo Frokane

I can't help but think the same thing, mostly because it seems like a cynical combination of two of the biggest video-game memes of the past couple years ("dark souls" combat and sad dad cinematic experience) attached to the shambling zombie of a franchise that hasn't been relevant for a lifetime in video game terms. It feels corporate in a way even other modern AAA games don't manage.
Bak Tsarevna


Bak's eyes widened as Rurik described sinking the St. Laural's kids back to the first floor and helping to beat Christine's terrifying sister. "Who is this impostor and what has he done with lazy-bones Rurik?" she asked, brimming with pride. She dimmed someone when the natural order re-asserted itself and he pawned off the next job to Christine, but if what he said was true he had actually earned it.

"Oh, I came up with very smart plan!" She replied excitedly to the question about her own day. "Me and Tovarish were walking and who do we meet but Kings vigilantes stalking halls for some reason. OH, you should have seen them coming from where you did! They were right around corner there with Vittorio. We talked with them and we said 'help us Vigilantes, take missing students to police for us' and they said 'yes, alright,' because they will be getting reward if they do and then everyone will know what bad things St. Laurals did, trying to keep this all hushed up. And then tovarish said "good work Bak this was very nice idea, and now we go up,' but before we could go up the floor fell in and Samoth jumped out of hole to attack me so I put him through this wall!" She spread he arms wide to the giant hole that led into the room, presenting it like a fisherman and his catch. Just then, though, a though occurred. "But that was last time I saw Tovarish." she said, face falling. "She was not in hallway?"

A sudden chill went down Bak's spine. They could leave. In Bak's mind the Vigilantes would do their jobs for them, and if Rurik really had beaten back the other St. Laurals students so thoroughly they probably we'rent going to be an issue. By all accounts they were winning. There was nothing keeping them there. Except they were now missing people.

"She must have gone up already. Alone." Bak said slowly, growing concern in her voice. "You have not seen Gilliam? You did not pass Vittorio in hallway? What about friendly ninja, did you all not pass him?"

The thrill of praise, followed by the thrill of battle, had completely flushed from Bak's mind what kind of place this was. Gilliam was a monster, Vittorio was a ghost, but this place was filled with demons and evil spirits. All at once the oppressive atmosphere from when she had been wandering the hallways alone earlier crept back into her mind even surrounded as she was by other people.

@Hammerman @6slyboy6@KillamriX88


Euphoria’s head spun around at the sound of her name, and she looked at fox girl with surprise. “Oh yo, I thought you were done! C’mon, c’mon, hurry up! Most of em’ already started!” She grabbed Masami by the hand and nearly pulled her off her feet as she half dragged her toward one of the rings. “Yo, hey, I found her, she’s here!”

The crowd turned as one toward them, along with the boy standing in the makeshift ring. Aegus’s eyes were less impassive than before. Slightly surprised, and just a tad more judgemental.

Before Masami stepped into the ring Euphoria took hold of her shoulder. “Hey, listen. Not to give out spoilers or nothing, but that guy’s hard to damage. It’s that ego of his, it’s a real cushion. You want to get through it you got to pull out something real impressive. You know what I mean. A real display.”

Backing off, she patted Masami on the back and pushed her gently toward the ring.

No spoilers, huh? Masami thought. Whether Euphoria had meant to or not, she had just given her somewhat of an advantage over her opponent. So apparently they thrived on their ego. But...it acted as a cushion? That’s...odd...

Masami entered the confines of the ring, watching her opponent from her side of the field they were allowed. His expression was not one of approval.
She laughed nervously, calling over to him. “Haha...Sorry if i’m a bit late-” Masami said as she scratched her head, “-I had to deal with some personal things. But i’m ready now.”

“Are you?” he asked, not looking for the world as though he really cared. “Are you really? I had assumed you’d gotten cold feet. But, if you say so. I may as well get as much use out of you as I can wring.”

Suddenly, like a lightning bolt cutting through the air, something about Aegus changed. His lazy eyes sharpened and narrowed, his whole body swapped from a weak, unsteady posture to tensed like a hunting tiger in a moment. It was like a switch had been flipped, and this change barely had any time to register before he was upon her. As though he had been storing speed for this instant he sprang to her side, swinging his fist round to catch her in the ribs.

Masami wasn’t prepared for the sudden attack at all. No warning or gunshot this time. He was just mid attack. She was unprepared, but she didn’t need to be. To Masami, every close-quarters-combat attack was highly telegraphed. It was almost like slow-mo as the attack processed in her mind.
But she still had to act fast enough. She couldn’t draw her weapon and her Starballs were still in her mouth, as she had not expected a sudden attack such as the one know presented to her.

She raised her elbow swiftly to intercept Aegus’ wrist at the joint. Which would probably be very painful. The speed and and force of the elbow strike would be enough for her to generate another strike, but this time of air, which she would aim at his stomach. If this succeeded, she would then try and back away, giving herself some space to wield her Soul hilt.

If Aegus felt any pain at all it didn’t show on his face. As the wind battered him is was as though it were trying to batter down a mountain. “Drafty today, isn’t it?” he asked, springing after her, keeping on her even as she moved. It was as though this were an entirely different person from before. As he swept his arms out there was a bright glow in the palm of each, space inverted, and with a popping sound like balloons a pair of silver handled scimitars materialized in his hands. He swung again, and again, and again, a relentless but not wild assault. Every strike was fast and deliberate, every move focussed. “Come on now. Draw that sword of yours! Don’t make me regret wasting my energy. I want to enjoy this as long as I can.”

Masami was a little bummed that her plan to attack and maybe weaken the wrist had failed, but a more pressing matter was present. Having ripped two blades out of seemingly nowhere, Masami had little chance to maneuver as a series or organized cuts was relented upon her by Aegus. Thankfully for her, she was abe to stay just out of the blades’ reach as she danced backwards while he stayed directly upon her, applying a constant offensive pressure.

While Masami wasn’t a stranger to combat, her normal practice partners were quite...predictable. This one was not. She needed to escape his reach quickly. She waited until he was mid-slash with one of his Scimitars, and then opened her mouth widely as she lept backwards once again. As soon as the first Starball left, it began to increase in size extremely rapidly, flying directly at the boy’s face as it erupted into a burst of hot flame. To anyone else, it’d look like Masami was also part dragon.

The second Starball would jump to her right hand as her left drew the hilt from her hip. She would slam the two together, and an ebony blade would sprout from the hilt as she drew it into a defensive grip.

As the fire erupted out the Masami’s mouth Aegus’s grip loosened and his schemitar clattered to the ground. Was it suprise? Fear? Before anyone had any chance to determine the reason he vanished into a sea of flames.

When the flames parted, however, it became clear. There he was, slightly scorch, hunkered down behind a new sword with the scimitars lying at his feet. It wasn’t even really a sword. It was impaled halfway into the arena, one of his burned hands still wrapped around the long brown hilt, more of a giant slab of iron than a sword. It was still enough for him to shelter his entire body. No normal human being would ever hope to wield something like that, he had to have simply conjured it to let it fall into the ground.

He stood up and looked at Masami, something approaching respect in his eyes. “Well, you’re certainly a higher class of mythical creature than I thought. Those are real, aren't they?” He asked, pointing at her ears, and smiled before summoning an exact replica of the sword she was now holding and stepping forward with a single overhead strike.

Masami’s eyes widened as she watched the flames disperse, revealing a only-slightly-charred Aegus, with a massive sword in front of him. Her first Starball had returned to her after glancing off the sword and engulfing it in flames. It was now back to its original form.

Masami smiled happily as her opponent inquired about her ears after giving what was probably a complement for him. “They certainly are!” she exclaimed. But there wasn’t much time to talk about as her opponent seemingly duplicated her sword. Interesting… She giggled.

He came at her with an overhead strike. Goodie, she thought, even more telegraphed than normal. Her remaining Starball was now just in front of her right shoulder, and at this point had grown into a bubble about the size of her head and developed a beige coloration. She would command it to throw itself at her opponent’s blade, where it would reveal it nature as a thick, sticky substance reminiscent of Napalm, or Tar. At the same moment she would sweep her blade upwards into Aegus’s sword. It would then also reveal its true nature. The entire blade would crumble into a cloud of pepper. And she would blow winds from behind herself and into Aegus’s direction.

He slammed his sword directly into the ball of tar and watched as Masami swept her own blade up, scattering both into a thick cloud of black dust that the wind kicked in his direction. It got in his eyes, some sort of horrible death dust. Clever fox, so this was how Aegus Reister died. Surrounded by adoring fans. He could feel the dust eating away at his insides, his eyes melting, his skin burning. He made a gurgling sound and clutched at his throat. He fell to his knees, lamenting his fate. The taste of it, oh gods above the taste, it was like...like…

He sneezed. He took his hands off his throat. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked around his lips. “Is this pepper?” he asked, the symptoms suddenly vanishing. There was a snickering throughout the crowd, a hundred sharpened barbs in his back. He started to go slightly red. “This is pepper. You just tried to kill me with pepper.”

He climbed back to his feet, a little more shakey than before. He cleared his throat, but that didn’t silence anything. So he pulled out another sword, this one a european broadsword with an intricately inlaid blade and a golden pommel. “Let’s end this. I won’t let them say the last move you landed on me was pepper! Come on, hit me with your best shot!” He charged forward and swung, then suddenly dropped the sword. His other hand shot forward, a rapier of the same style as the broadsword appearing in his offhand, hunting Masami like a missle.

Masami had to smirk at his reaction to being face-blasted with pepper. But she had finally made a move that seemed to at least have some effect. Hopefully he’d have blurred vision or shortness of breath or something. He just summoned another sword. The second charge in the Starball attached to her hilt took effect, changing from from a deep black to a bright blue. The blade reformed much differently this time. It wasn’t like the one before, which was reminiscent of a Katana. This one was a very broad blade, possibly resembling the one Aegus has summoned earlier, but smaller. But the blade wasn’t quite solid, it was made of it seemed to be made of electricity.

Her opponent once again took the offensive. He charged at her with a broad-bladed sword, and swung it. Which she obviously tried to block with her much larger sword. But no such luck. She felt the movement of the thinner sword coming towards her right side, but both of her hands were on her own blade, as it was too heavy for one, and she couldn’t move fast enough to block.
She felt the quick chill of the blade touch her skin, and soon the warmth running from the same spot of contact.

She released her control over the form of her blade, and at the same time her remaining Starball flew at her opponent, engulfed in the same unstable element. The would both... explode brilliantly into arcing strikes of purple and blue electricity that would strike both her and Aegus, knocking her backwards off her feet and away from her opponent. She would grip her stomach where the blade had dug into her. She didn’t know how far it had dug, but it hurt.

Unlike Masami, Aegus wasn’t thrown clear. He didn't move. He couldn't be moved like that. So while she was thrown clear he stood in the center of the crackling hurricane of electricity. Yet there he stood. Blackened and twitching, little arcs of purple and blue jumping out of his body, smoke pouring from his mouth, but there he stood. Smiling.

“He...was right.” He said raspily as the flaming remnants of his shirt fell off his body. “My....butler. How...stimulating...thank...you...” The his head leaned back, his mouth opened wide, his eyes rolled up into his head, and he passed out right there. Still standing.

A whistle sounded as Jokey rushed into the ring, followed close behind by his blank faced medical toadies that immediately started trying to move the boy onto a stretcher with great difficulty. Joey walked up to her and held out a hand to her. “Can you stand to take a bow? Or should we carry you off?”

Masami didn’t respond at first. She was looking up, towards the sky as she lied flat on her back.
That. Hurt.
She shook her head as if snapping from thought.

“Wait... I won?!?!” She exclaimed, moving to prop herself up on her elbow, prompting a grimace of pain. She reached out her right hand towards Euphoria as her left clutched her wound and her separate Starball drifted towards her slowly.
Euphoria looked around, perhaps thinking that one of Masami’s friends from earlier was beside her, before shrugging and leaping into the ring. Her and Jokey lifted Masami up gently between them and the crowd erupted into cheers.

The Jokey poked her in the wound and examined his finger. “Yep, we gotta get that looked at. Toadies!” Two more blank faced guys in medical caps appeared as if from nowhere at his command, bearing another stretcher. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine in time for the next one. Patch her up.” The poke earned another grimace from Masami, and she squealed at Jokey. “AYE!! WATCH IT!”

They laid her down on the stretcher and boar her through the crowd like royalty, toward one of the waiting ambulances. Euphoria waved with both hands.







Secret Condition: Impress Aegur Reister UNLCKED!

Gilliam DeWitt and Nasaraph Sana


Nasaraeph shrugged his shoulders as he approached Michael unsteadily. "I didn't rightly know that King was interested in this place." he said in response to Michael question. "I was just here to gather more potent energy in time for The Midnight Tournament." He sighed, glancing yearningly out the door into the cold night. "A opportunity I'm afraid I've now dawdled too long to take advantage of. It was sheer luck that I ended up embroiled in all this." He neglected to mention whether this luck was good or bad.

It really did tear at him. He should have realized that the moment they jumped down that battle would tip to their favor and one side would retreat. He'd intended to pull Michael from the battle and watch it unfold a little longer, and he would have if that damned monster hadn't tried to kill him with a rock! He noticed that he was gritting his teeth and quickly played it off. "What were you doing here?" He said in perfect faux-worry. "Throwing yourself into the fray like that, you could have gotten yourself killed. And who is this man?" He said, pointing at the officer. "And why is he offering us a job?"

"ALTO!" came a shout from the rubble pile. Nasaraph turned his head to see...the monster? He supposed so. It had the same voice as before. Some sort of transformation had taken place. Why hadn't he retreated like the ghost had said?

Gilliam hadn't retreated because he's spotted Alto where his last burst of light speed had left him. He jumped off his rubble perch, now less than half its previous height and strode over to him. Then, twitchily, shakily, as though every taught cell in his body was screaming out against it, he swept his hand in front of him and attempted a polite bow.

It wasn't as though he wanted to do it, he didn't, but this wasn't a matter of pride or burning, teeth-gnashing need. This was about survival. Vittorio had launched a suicide left him in the lurch. Despite their best efforts the boy was yet unmarred by damage. Under optimal circumstances Gilliam figured the two of them together would have a rough go of actually taking him down. Now it was only Gilliam, and he knew that if hostilities resumed right now Alto would likely have the backing of the remainder of those in the room. This fight was over. He understood that. At the same time, he was screaming internally to fight. He had to send this morsel away, for now, hopefully to his death.

"I do not believe," he began, struggling to hold himself together through one conversation. "We have had the pleasure of being formally introduced. My name is Gilliam Dewitt." Gods on high and devils below he could smell him from this close. He brought all of his training to bare against the animal desires raging within him. Don't salivate, don't salivate, don't salivate. "My thanks for indulging the fancy of us two humble servants." He directed him to the central staircase. "You alone may proceed upstairs, where my Mistress has no doubt prepared more stimulating entertainment. Please, right this way. Sir."

The force with which Gilliam pulled himself away from Alto could have snapped a sturdy oak in twain. He walked back to the rubble pile and placed himself back upon it, between the central staircase and the group that was even now tending to Michael. Nasareph internally cursed this cowardly monster for not re-engaging in battle, but for his part Gilliam only surveyed them passively. The way the bird boy was looking at him was quite interesting, and Gilliam distracted himself momentarily by considering how best he could be prepared. An oven would be too small, but perhaps over an open fire? No, that would burn off the feathers. Those were the best part of a bird.

His eyes strayed from the bird to the annoying painter and the burns that dotted his body and the way the adult was fumbling for what to do. "Apply anti-septic bandages to the wounds, which are to be changed twice daily, and do mind to avoid popping any of the blisters if you can help it. There is unfortunately not a quick fix for burns of that sort, but you can at least avoid scarring." He said in a loud, clear voice.

"Why would anyone listen to you?" Nasareph shouted back angrily. This bastard didn't do anything that Nasarph wanted him to do! IT really pissed him off!

"Because I admire self-sacrifice." Gilliam replied. "And because I wasn't aiming for him."

@Bartimaeus@Letter Bee@RoflsMazoy@Scarifar




Bak Tsarevna


Meanwhile, back on the third floor, Bak opened he eyes to find a hole blown in the roof, Samoth gone, and Rurik perfectly fine. Her eyes went wide and she let out a little laugh of excitement and relief. "I can not believe rescue missile worked!" she said happily. She stomped up to Rurik, rotated her guns back, and hit him lightly in the chest with both fists. "That was very much reckless. But it was also very good. You see, you can do so well when you just make attempt." She looked around the room, got a confused look on her face, then turned back to him. "What did you do with him?" She asked. "Wait, this is not important, are you all okay? Did you meet enemy? Where is Gilliam?"

@KillamriX88@Hammerman@6slyboy6
@Eviledd1984@Storybookandco

"Girl's the most dangerous kind of wizard." Curwen said. "A talented, desperate amateur. Incredibly talented. This is just something she hacked together herself. Literally one mistake away from working." He let out a short, sharp whistle and a little grey dog bounded down into the basement. He nodded to it, and said, "Take him with ya. Find something personal of the girls and he might sniff her out. Danny." He said, knealling down to the little shade who padded loyally up to his outstretched hands. Curwen grabbed the dog around the neck and gave it a good, vigorous scratch. "Now you be be good. You be good boy. You do what these men say, yeah?"

He let the dog go and it walked over and sat next to Micheal's feet, wagging its tail and looking up at him expectantly. Curwen stood up. "I'm gonna get her library history. See if I can find any books she might have gotten these symbols from. Here." He pulled out a pen and, finding a bit of stray paper on the floor, wrote down his cell number and handed it to Jericho. "You boys contact me if ya find anything. And whatever you give the dog to sniff? Bring it back. I might have use of it if... if the worst has happened."

He hoped she was still alive. She didn't seem like a bad girl, just in over her head. All she needed was a teacher.
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