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For a second, he hesitated, his eyes flickered and faded away. Then slowly he shook his head, instead he took a step forward and wrapped an arm around Avery. His black cloak flowing around her as he brought her against himself. His touch strong enough to drag her in, but not to keep her pinned...

"W-werewolf?" Nas wished he had an answer to that question. The brief glimpse he'd caught of the beast hadn't exactly told him anything about it beyond big fucking monster. His predictions did not offer further information, simply a glimpse into what might happen next, and in that instance it...

"Wha-" Naser called out to Avery as she suddenly went charging forward. Breaking into an odd sort of jogging rush through the thicket of flurrying snow. "What the fuck are you doing?" The Initiate called, watching something that no one could have seen coming. "You look like you're...skipping?"...

By now even Nas was starting to shake. His teeth clattered together and the gloves over his fingers seemed to do little to keep him warm. From the small pouch on his belt he pulled the little metal compass, offering it to Avery. "Y-yes." He stammered. "This cold is insane." Vel Anir was...

Thank Kress and all the other Gods. Those that had abandoned this world and still let their influence remain. Relief flooded him as Marcia offered her conceit. The elation he felt in that moment was enough for him to have kissed her, but he didn't want to steal Kael's thunder. Either way, he...

"Of that I have no doubt." Daleea offered as she smiled and began to wander down the steps. Nas managing to collect himself as Takoda jabbed an elbow into his side, the glower he'd offered earlier now doubling down as his head shook. The fuck was the matter with him. "Maybe you should have...

A shrug rolled over his shoulders as Avery spoke. "I usually just listen to my own warnings." Though, he really should have listened to Marcia on that one. Not that he'd ever admit to her, or anyone else for that matter. "Thanks." Nas said as she told him her intentions. A small flicker of...

Nas didn't kill the fourth. He never had the chance to. Back at the Academy he'd always been known as one of the fastest Initiate's. Not a boon of his magic, but simple practice. He knew when something was about to happen, and when you knew, you had to be quick enough to actually act on it...

"Gambling, probably." That was what it usually turned out to be. The 'Robber didn't do collections or anything of that sort, least he hadn't when Nas had been around, but he was familiar enough with the racket. Bored nobles often liked the Gamble in the Gutter Dens, those places where not even...

"Thanks." Nas said quietly, frowning and then feeling...guilt? That he had shifted the conversation so easily. It was not a trick that was taught at the Academy. Conversation skills weren't exactly important to the Proctor's, but the 'Robber had always made sure his kids could talk their way...

Nas offered Takoda a glower, reminding himself to later lecture the other Initiate that he needed to see something to predict it happening. Couldn't very well do that when looking the other way could you? "I am indeed. You must be the two Dreadlord's sent to protect me." The Lady Meriveau, or...

Naser didn't care about a bounty. Gold was easy enough to lift off any noble fool by his experience, but he did care about the dozen hazy visions of his death he saw as he tried to step away. A part of the little scoundrel appreciated Kilien's efforts to keep him here, but he was too sick of...

"Maybe find out at the hand off." Nas suggested. It was the only thing he could think of really. They could surveil the 'Robber later, but that would take even more time and...he wasn't sure he wanted to do that. The man was disgusting. He certainly didn't want to- "What?" Nas said, startled...

Oh fuck. Nas swore to himself, gaze flickering back down the hallway towards Marcia. Lips pressing to a thin line. "Fifteen minutes!" He called out suddenly. Something sparking within him, memories of a time before the Academy. When getting the others in-line meant surviving, meant having a...

Nas wanted top offer any number of wonderful expletives, but he knew doing so into the brick wall that was Marcia wouldn’t do him much good. "There's a good amount of folk in there who'd want him dead." Nas said as he closed the notebook. He had little doubt that more than a few names listed in...