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Rise of the Evos

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Lucinda Partridge

Location: Seattle Times office
Interacting with: (NPC)

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If her mind weren't reeling Lucinda probably would have noticed the squeak of an approaching chair among the chatter of her co-workers and taps of the keyboards. Instead, her mind was lost on the murder. The more she knew the more questions she had... questions that couldn't be solved by analysing the crime scene or the woman. Questions like how had she seen it happen? Why? Who killed her? Was Lucinda next? Did this link to her powers? Questions she was no quite sure she wanted an answer to. Suddenly she was pulled out of it by a poke on her shoulder. Lucinda, who was lost in possibly life threatening thoughts jumped slightly in her seat before swivelling around to see Justin, pushing his glasses up against the bridge of his nose and smiling at her. Justin was a good friend and often helped pass the time through slow days. Lucinda enjoyed his company more than her other co-workers.

"So, how's that story that the boss gave ya, any leads?" He asked her. Lucinda slumped in her seat.

"Scarcely," she sighs, "I mean a lot too go off but it just... you know... it's just really inconclusive. The killer is completely unknown and her death was just... odd I guess..." Justin cocked his head, watching he oddly.

"Luce, are you alright?" he asks, "You're really tense,"

"Hmm?" Lucinda relaxes her shoulders in an attempt to look less tense, "Yeah, I'm fine, today's just been... crazy, I guess," she replies. "So, what are you working on today?" she asks in an attempt to steer the conversation from her. Perhaps Justin would forget abut how tense she was and not worry about her.

Rise of the Evos

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Lucinda Partridge

Location: Back at the Seattle Times office
Interacting with: Michael Smith (Nal's NPC)

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There was a sigh from Micheal at the other end followed by the rustling of papers. "Right the Emily Watson case, just finished up with the report about an hour ago." Lucinda held her breath. It was a bittersweet moment, putting a name to a murder. The name gave the victim a life, they weren't 'some dead person' they were a life, a human being. Someone who had a place in this world, family and friends, and that was both beautiful and depressing all at once. Lucinda made a mental note to pray for her loved ones that night. "The girl was named Emily Watson from what we found on her wallet. She died from trauma to the head, though weird thing was that it was completely clean. Like a surgical cut, other injuries was a large bruise across the back, no signs of drugs in her system or any kind of defensive wounds either." He answered. "Is that all you needed?" He asked.

Lucinda gave a sigh before pausing for quite some time. Her mind flew to the violent dream that had already been waaaay too close to this situation."A bruise? Like... Say... She was thrown against a wall?" Her voice shaky,this was it really. A determinant that the dream was real, that the sinister shadowy face that stared at her was beyond her sleeping thoughts.

He would be surprised for a moment, and was silent for a few seconds before answering her. "Yes, exactly."

Lucinda was silent for a little longer. What if that figure was after her. If had thrown Emily like a ragdoll what damage could it do to someone of her petite size? "Anything else?"

"The only other thing, is the upper half of her brain is missing, cut cleanly just like the skull had been."

"Just... Gone?" She asks gently. This raised some questions. If the cut was so precise the killer obviously wanted a certain piece of the brain, or chunk... but what use would that be? "I mean... Must have been quick but how... Who'd be able to do that?"

"A bone saw, would cut through it easily."

"But skin usually can't be cut with a bone saw... Was the cut on the skin level with the skull?" On top of all the research to many stories Lucinda had retained stuff from medical documentaries that occasionally appeared when nothing decent was on TV. She always found the craft of surgery more intriguing than icky, not that she'd ever endeavour to go down that path

"Yes it was."

"And you have no clue?" She pressed

"On who the killer is? I wouldn't know, is there anything else you need?"

Lucinda sighed. "I suppose not. Can I give you my number, this case is just... Intriguing," This wasn't even about the article anymore, she was intrigued in the case as a whole... And what it meant for her.

"Yes, of course if you have any further questions feel free to call back." Lucinda gave him her number and thanked him before hanging up. She rubbed her face and groaned. What a day! And it was only morning!

Rise of the Evos

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Lucinda Partridge

Location: Back at the Seattle Times office
Interacting with: Colleagues & Boss (NPCs)

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Johnathon looked towards Lucinda for a moment, seeming to decide if her excuse seemed legitimate. Luckily he deemed it so before turning his attention back to the rest of the staff that watched the display earnestly and told them to get back to their work. Some obliged immediately, a couple flashed Lucinda a concerned look (she hoped they hadn't heard her words) and some sighed, a couple even looking at Lucinda annoyed as their boss made his way back to his office. For some people days like these were rather dull so the took a hold of any possible drama that appeared, perhaps that's why most reporters tend to dramatize everything. Honesty, Lucinda pitied it when people needed drama just to have some interest in their lives.

She gave a sigh, shrugging off the glances and turned back to her computer to find the number of the ME had sat right in the middle of the open webpage. After the unexplainable event with Amelia it felt like so long ago, she'd practically forgotten. Honestly every report had said nothing more then what she had gathered from her dream, not even that. Let's be honest, though, who's going to buy 'I know this because I saw it in a dream' as fact? Barely anyone. She gave a sigh and called the number, a chill going down her spine as she remembered the creature that killed the girl look at her, as if she was next.

She slowly dialled the number to be answered by a clear male voice, "Hello, Michael Smith, Medical Examiner for the Philadelphia Police Department, what can I do for you?"

Lucinda took a deep breathe, suppressing the image of the shadowy figure looking at her. Good morning, Michael," she replies, I'm Lucinda Partridge of The Seattle Times and I have a few questions for you,"

Rise of the Evos

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Lucinda Partridge

Location: Back at the Seattle Times office
Interacting with: Colleagues & Boss (NPCs)

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Lucinda only caught the beginnings of Amelia's next line, none more than a snippet of a sound before, poof, Lucinda was back her desk. Research notes scrawled onto the notepad in front of her, tab and tab of reports of the sudden death and her hand laying on the phone in preparation to call witnesses and such. She turned to the right where she would have seen the faces of he colleagues taking worried glances at her if Johnathon's torso had not blocked her view of them. Ever since she'd gotten gravely sick she'd never really been the same, she supposed. She never told anyone about her powers (despite her recent exchange with Amelia) so they had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. As far as they were concerned she was hospitalised, had come back then been a little more paranoid since. Her boss' concerned expression and the feeling of her colleagues eyes she know one simple fact, she wasn't just talking in LA.

"Lucinda, I know we just talked, but are you sure everything is alright?" he asked. Lucinda looked up at him and straightened herself in her seat as some colour flushed to her cheeks. If the office had heard her mumble she hoped they didn't hear what she mumbled, she didn't need her secrets to be released. Or be thrown in a looney bin. "I'm fine," she'll replies gently, "Just... talking myself through this case, that's all," she lied, grabbing at the crucifix on her necklace and fiddling with it as she said so.

Rise of the Evos

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Lucinda Partridge

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Amelia Payne

Location: The Seattle Times office - A park in LA
Interacting with: Each other

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"Y...you don't know?" Amelia asked timidly, hearing the woman say that she didn't know where they were right now. Well she did sort of appear out of nowhere and people didn't see her. What was to say she was here really and not just in her head. After all she's been having visions of places and people like last night. What if this was something like that?" This is LA..." Amelia quickly gave a reply to their location.

Suddenly Amelia felt the power go out of her control as the electricity sparked through her hands and she shook lightly. Her face displayed panic as she tried sot stop it but by the time she managed to calm herself down and bring it under her control once more, her phone was already dead. She had destroyed it..." I... why... did this happen to me." She almost cried, eyes locked onto the dead phone again. She wanted to just hide in a corner and never leave it anymore.

"L...A...?" she questioned softly, her Irish accent an obvious difference to the surrounded and bustling Americans. She then started rapidly looking at her surroundings, brown hair flying at the movements of her head before she turned back to Amelia. "That can't be right... I was in Seattle... I was at my desk... I... I can't be..." she took in the scenery once more, less rapid an panicky this time. The sun seemed brighter and the air was warmer than typical Seattle. Natural growing palm trees were dotted all over the park. It was obvious she wasn't in Seattle anymore but... how? And why?

She turned to Amelia just in time to watch the display of her power. Lucinda gawked at her for a moment before stopping herself, it wasn't the most polite thing to do with the poor women already seeming overwhelmed. Lucinda didn't blame her. "This... This is new to ya too, isn't it? Did y'get sick before..." Lucinda shut her mouth. Maybe they same didn't happen before, heck, perhaps the woman didn't even have a power and was just at the wrong place to look like she short-circuited the phone. She sighed before outstretching her left hand. "The name's Lucinda. Lucinda Partridge, and you are?"

"Yes..." Amelia quietly replied, still holding her now dead phone as if her life depended on it. It was not something she could easily replace. She would have to hope she'd find a second or third hand phone for really cheap now." I got sick and then this started..." She replied, barely daring to look up at Lucinda from looking down at her lap where she was clutching her phone. She then eyed the hand with a mixture of fear, concern and uncertainty." Amelia... Amelia Payne." She finally introduced herself, but didn't dare try to take the hand. She felt she might lose control of her powers again.

"Why... is this happening?" She asked, wondering if the other woman knew, because she for certain did not. All Amelia really wanted was to live her quiet life without fear of being killed or killing someone. Now she was a walking weapon, she felt afraid to touch anyone. She briefly wondered returning to her uncle's home, but in reality she was also most afraid to return there out of fear of hurting him.

Lucinda gave her a pursed lip smile as she watched her. She had to admit, she was relieved. It was nice to know someone else went through the same thing as her. She looked down at her hand and back up at Amelia. She seemed untrustful, not that Lucinda could blame her. It's not everyday a transporting-invisible-to-everyone-else random appeared in front of you, even if that random came in the form of a tiny, nonthreatening looking Irish girl. Lucinda gave a soft sigh and drew her hand away.

"Well, nice to meet ya, Amelia Payne," Lucinda replied, shoving her hands in her pockets. At her question Lucinda gave a sigh. "Yeah, about that... I'm just as clueless as ya are. Or as ya seem to be at least. All I really know is I was work and poof, I was here. Well, I wouldn't say poof, more appeared but, tá, I'm clueless too." She looked at the surroundings once more. "I suppose our illness had something to do with this and our power but... That's all I guess. What do you know?"

"But you aren't really here..." Amelia mumbled, half thinking if she was turning insane. Maybe finally she finally snapped and was to be brought into a psychiatric clinic with a restraining jacket." I don't know anything....I didn't have any choice. It just happened and I'm afraid. You saw it, if I lose control..." Amelia shivered at the mere thought of what could happen if this power gets unleashed onto a person. Especially now that she was catching it sometimes that it's getting stronger.

"So if I'm not here, not really... Am I still at my desk in Seattle talking to the wall or have I just disappeared everywhere..." Lucinda wondered out loud. This was it, perhaps her illness had slipped her into a coma and the last 6 months was a coma-induced dream... Do people in comas have dreams? Either way, that was the closest she got to an explanation, one that didn't make her look like she belonged in a Looney Bin. But this was too real... Too real to be a dream. The heck had her life become? Lucinda left her train of thought as Amelia answered her question. "Calm down, Amelia... Perhaps the panic is making it worse. Just breathe for a moment." She pursed her lips for a moment before saying "I have trouble controlling my powers too,"

"Yeah... calm. I got to keep calm." She quietly mumbled, still holding onto the dead phone as if it was her sole straw to keep hold of from drowing into the madness that their current life was." Have you... ever met some of the others? From the dreams?" She asked, remembering the faces from her dreams. There were many people whom she saw back in those dreams. Especially one she did recognize, but was hoping that maybe it was just a dream. Then again it also made her feel happy that she was seeing those people in a weird way. It made her feel not alone in this mess.

Lucinda looked down at Amelia's hands, her knuckles somehow getting slightly whiter at her death grip on the phone. She was then drawn to her face as Amelia asked a question. The dreams? Lucinda was confused for a brief moment before realising what Amelia meant. The people, a small collection it swapped between, sometimes all of them. "Not for real," she said gently, "Or whatever this is," She paused for a moment, thinking. What if this was it, her last shop, she had to stay as a follower to Amelia forever, always unseen. "Y'seem nice, Amelia, but I hope I won't be here in this situation forever, or too much longer. I have job to do... A life to lead..."

Rise of the Evos

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Lucinda Partridge

Location: The Seattle Times office - A park in LA
Interacting with: Amelia Payne @rivaan

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Nothing... Nothing at all presented itself to Lucinda. Well, nothing was an overstatement but so little was known about the case. She slammed her fist on her desk in frustration with a groan. The majority of her colleagues scarcely blinked at the common cries of frustration that flew around the room. A newer secretary, however, jumped at the bang. Lucinda gave her an apologetic smile before turning back to her computer screen. She found the numbers for Philadelphia news offices and police stations, scrawling them in her rather neat, cursive handwriting. She then turned to the lousy landline phone they still used at the office (maybe to avoid it being stolen?), picked it up and pressed the first 3 buttons when she felt herself fade away.

The scene of a park formed in front of her, people were scattered over the place until her eyes met a somewhat familiar face, A face she'd seen in her hurried visions, but not this precise, not for this long. Lucinda was speechless. Where [I]was[I] she? The ginger girl had obviously noticed her too, shaking and stumbling. She turned to the woman with the dog and she paid no notice to her, as if she wasn't there. Hands shaking, the ginger shoved in her earphones before talking to her phone, it took Lucinda a moment to realise she was talking to her.

"I... I don't know..." Lucinda replied gently, looking directly at the girl before seating herself on the park bench. At least she could do that. "Why am I here? I was at my desk... working and suddenly... Where am I?" she asks in response, trying to gather her bearings.

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