[BCOLOR=transparent]"I'm sorry, come again?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Sorry buddy, we're not serving right now. Nevermind is opting to serve as a relief spot. Boss is a good guy like that," the man told an irate Sarks. He knew something was off when he walked in, it seemed...gloomy and not drunk, like a bar should typically be. All of the people looked sad and distraught, in a way that didn't lead to alcohol serving as the solution. Not to mention, the kids.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Sarks raised an eyebrow, glancing around before responding. He waved his hand dismissively. "Relief spot for what? I don't see any bloody demolished buildings, tanks in the street or child soldiers razing through the damn city."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Are you serious!? Have you not seen the weather?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Weather? This shit? It's a goddamn pitter patter. I swear, nowadays everyone's up in arms about the slightest temperature drop," Sarks sighed and put his wallet back in his pocket. A damn wasted cab ride, that's what it was. He mumbled under his breath, "The 40's weren't filled with this many sticks."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yeah, because I'm sure you were there, pal. Look, I've got stuff to take care of here. I've already had one guy lose his marbles and I don't feel like dealing with another one, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave, please."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Sarks reached his hand out to halt the man, "Hey hey hey, where is this manager lad? What if I want to speak with him?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The man shoved his hand aside and sighed at him. "You're not going to talk him in to serving you alcohol. Now, stop pestering me before I kick your ass out."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Sarks shrugged, masking his breath of irritation with an innocent eye roll. "Oh well then, I guess I won't be looking to donate to such a notable establishment."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yeah, like you've got the money."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"If only you knew." Sarks chuckled to himself as he tightened his coat around him and headed out the door with a dismissive wave to the bartender. If Val were here, she'd probably reprimand him for being such a nuisance. But hell, it'd been a twat and a half just getting in the city. Flights weren't coming in or out and he'd had to charter a boat to just to get here because of this storm, which he really didn't see the problem with.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Really, it's just a smidge of rain," he said to no one in particular as he began heading to his apartment. Getting a cab here had been a monster, and he wasn't holding his breath on getting another one. The wind tossed his hair, more than playfully, and he tucked his head against the wind, trudging through the abysmal weather. [/BCOLOR]
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[BCOLOR=transparent]Entering the door to his apartment, Sarks gave an over-exaggerated sigh of relief. The sight of dry terrain and objects seemed refreshing. His view of the city on the top floor of the building showed just how bad thing were. The entire city was in a type of dreary chaos of sorts. No one really traipsed the street casually, but there was a tension in the air. "Okay, maybe I misspoke. This rain is more than a pitter patter," he told himself as he took of his clothes to change. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He and Valura had been living here for the past seven years and things had been rather nice in the city, though they didn't spend much continous time there. This rain, however, gave him pause. Val would have notified him about something like this happening. She probably would have suggested that he stay outside the city for the time being. But, the more he thought about it, the more he realized something wasn't adding up. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He hadn't heard from Valura in a few days, which wasn't odd in and of itself, but… "This is definitely something she would have notified me about," He muttered to himself as he glanced around the room.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He wasn't foolish enough to assume that Valura had simply neglected or forgotten to mention it. Over a century in this world had taught him not to be so pitifully naive. As he thought, he realized he hadn't spoken to her the last time he had checked in. It had been the temp in their office, he had been so busy that day it hadn't struck him as odd. Sarks had his own apartment in the city, while Val owned a home in the suburban part of town. He told himself that she had to be there. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Moving quickly, Sarks headed to the office room of his apartment, reciting a small incantation. The wall to his left disappeared, revealing a small, pocket dimension room filled with artifacts. Swords, pendants, shields, cloaks and ancient tomes of unknown magic. They all had their place in this exhibit-type room. Soft light came from above and he made his way through the objects. Most of them he didn't use and couldn't, as they hadn't taken an affinity to him. He headed straight for the Glasses of Luma, donning them. Val would tell him to prepare more, but Sarks didn't have time. His anxiety and gut told him that he needed to get to her home ASAP. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]As he closed the entrance to the secret room, he donned a pair of old leather gloves, both with an ancient looking rune on both hands. He crossed his hands over the other and concentrated, feeling his hair prickle ever so lightly as the Nox responded to his mental beckon. "Bring forth to me, the Tools of my cursed Trade." A glow of light engulfed his hands and once it subsided, there rested his Conduit gauntlets. His incantation, though simple, saved him the hassle of having to haul the gauntlets everywhere. It could only be enacted by someone with magic in them or a magical object on their person and only with his specific phrase. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Valura Von Bismarck, you better be playing a game of hide and seek with me," he spoke as he headed out of his apartment.[/BCOLOR]
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[BCOLOR=transparent]Sarks hovered over the lightly flooded area of the suburbs where Val's house resided. He wasn't surprised to see looters, but it still infuriated him nonetheless. There was a time, before he went back to his family home when he'd had to do the same in the midst of crises, but...this was different. A scowl set on his face and before he knew it, he was commanding his block to descend in to her front yard. The block disappeared and he landed as silently as possible. He seethed as he stalked toward her house, the door ajar and the entry hallway slightly strewn about. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Her living room was a mess and the TV had already been taken down from the wall, further evidence of a looting in progress. Fortunately, Val didn't keep any magical items in her house, choosing to store them in Sarks' place. "Why the fuck didn't she listen when I told her to erect wards on her place? And she chastises me?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]There was a thud above him, alerting him to a presence and he made a dart for the stairs, moving swiftly and quietly. As he ascended the stairs, his hands began to warm from the Nox channeling through his gauntlets. He took a breath at the last step, his head barely over the 2nd floor railing and peaked around, to see two men rummaging through her upstairs office. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yo, who the fuck lives here? Ain't no pictures of family or shit. Just some broad and her man," the first male stated, obvious agitation in his voice. "Boss is gonna rip us if we don't have a good haul. No jewelry or anything. You'd think they'd be loaded livin in a place like this with no kids or shit."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Maybe they got a safe somewhere we ain't checked yet," the second male said. He waved his gun around carelessly, indicating the rest of the house. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yeah maybe," the first male responded, straightening himself from rumagging through Val's desk. He dismissively knocked over a crystal figurine. The crystal figurine Sarks had given Valura two years ago. He cleared the stairway, approaching the office. "Imma head downstairs and---who the FUCK are you?" The first male had making Sarks, making no effort to conceal his presence any longer.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Get out." It wasn't a suggestion. It left no room for debate and Sarks didn't even given the man to respond. As the second male raised his gun and the first male fumbled to pull his from its holster, Sarks raised his gauntlet, palm facing the goon with his gun pointed. A Latch Block appeared and shot forward, enveloping the man's gun and hand. Sarks pointed his finger and waved. The block dragged the goons hand and body to the wall, where it promptly stuck.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Sarks brought his hands together in a clapping fashion. As he separated them, a Combustion Block began to appear, growing in the width of his spreading hands. He pushed his hands forward and the block shot to the man. It exploded with concussive force on impact sending the man sailing through the window with a scream. He fired wildly as he flew threw the air and out the window, but Sarks knew what he was doing. With a quick motion, he sent a Base Block to intercept him and prevent his fall. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"What the fuck are you!?" The man glued to wall screamed. "You a hype?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"No," Sarks replied, directing the Latch Block to detach and slide to the mans head. His hands began to claw at the block, to no avail. "I'm just really pissed off." [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He swiped his hand to the left and the block, encased around the goons head, made an abrupt meeting with the floor of Val's office. Unconscious, the mans body relaxed and Sarks commanded the block to rise, following him down the stairs and out of the house. Once outside, he flung the block to the street, sending the man with it. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]As the block dissipated, Sarks looked up in time to see a group of people slightly down the street. Two brutishly big looking figures stood at the head and tensions seemed to be high. One of them was the ring leaders of the gang looting the neighborhood and Sarks trudged through the water, intent on finding out who. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Oi! OI!" Sarks yelled, rolling up his sleeves as he neared them. "Who the FUCK is in charge of these piss-ants?"[/BCOLOR]