11-15-2022, 04:39 PM
Sage was strange. He whispered to Raffe and Cruz looked around. He felt out of place and uncomfortable. Lost in a world he'd never knew existed. Homelessness was something you didn't see on many CCD streets. They kept to the shadows and out of the neighborhoods Cruz usually frequented. Despite his change in attire, he still felt well out of place in the confines of the old shabby church.
Snippets of conversations overheard all mentioned a single name. Praises to him like maybe he was some sort of god. Maybe he was. Cruz leaned one thing above all else while learning with Nox. The power enhanced the senses. He reached into the darkness and pulled on the light. It raged through his body and he held it by the horns and just held on as he the world grew clearer. The sounds more clear. The smells stung his nose in a way they hadn't before -- stronger, fouler. He tried not to gag. But he felt safer, warmer with the dark light pulsing through him.
Cruz pulled the coin from his pocket and clasped it tight in his fist. He tapped a woman on the shoulder. "I'm looking for Ezkiel. Can you point me in the right direction?" Cruz didn't mind following Raffe, but he wanted it to be known that he was the seeker. And that Sage wasn't here to make trouble -- he could make trouble with a wrong word about what he did for a living -- even here among the down trodden. Stalkers probably weren't well liked.
Snippets of conversations overheard all mentioned a single name. Praises to him like maybe he was some sort of god. Maybe he was. Cruz leaned one thing above all else while learning with Nox. The power enhanced the senses. He reached into the darkness and pulled on the light. It raged through his body and he held it by the horns and just held on as he the world grew clearer. The sounds more clear. The smells stung his nose in a way they hadn't before -- stronger, fouler. He tried not to gag. But he felt safer, warmer with the dark light pulsing through him.
Cruz pulled the coin from his pocket and clasped it tight in his fist. He tapped a woman on the shoulder. "I'm looking for Ezkiel. Can you point me in the right direction?" Cruz didn't mind following Raffe, but he wanted it to be known that he was the seeker. And that Sage wasn't here to make trouble -- he could make trouble with a wrong word about what he did for a living -- even here among the down trodden. Stalkers probably weren't well liked.