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The Mystery of the Bloody Red Specter

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Swathed in the eldritch darkness of the midnight air, a figure moves silently through the alleys of Hyperion. It is not a creature one knows as familiar, but a foreign thing that seeks something incomprehensible to Terran minds. Locked within this enigma is a forbidden knowledge not meant for saner minds, yet still it stalks the streets of the Kastoria district of the city.

Noiseless footfalls raced towards the Brevot Library, the occasional ray of moonlight striking the figure, outlining its unsettling red shape while the cloak traveled to the side entrance. For just a moment, the figure stopped, looking behind, then to each side, before continuing with the impregnation of the building's outer defenses. The lock did little to impede the nimble, gloved fingers of this phantasmal intruder, giving way and swinging ajar with nary a sound as it entered. At last it entered that which it coveted, the goal now closer than ever before.

Darkened hallways and silent rooms made up the majority of the expansive repository of knowledge. The Bloody Red Specter was certain of every step, familiar with the layout of the building, stopping only to be certain no one was following. At the entrance to the head librarian's office, the door carefully came open by the Specters direction, giving access to the carefully organized office of the administrator. Every item was in its proper place: pencils, papers, files and other assorted supplies filled the empty spaces of the front facing desk. The drawers were locked, but that was not the prize sought out by the foreign spy.

Resting upon the upper right hand corner of the desk was a small pewter cup with a variety of pencils and pens resting inside. Reaching outwards, the Specter caressed the cup, its gloved fingers feeling every inch, getting a feel for each writing tool as well. Satisfied, the Specter took the cup with the writing tools inside of it and slipped it into a hidden pocket within its maroon cloak. It was at this time that footsteps could be heard, approaching its destination quickly as the light of a lantern cut through the darkness like a blade through paper.

"Hello?" a voice called out, the form of a security guard dressed in bright blue robes stood at the threshold, eyes widening as he bore witness to the intruder before him. The light from the lantern filled the office, revealing the figure as a small blood red cloak with the hood pulled up, solid darkness obscuring the face inside the hood from view. "Wait a minute...you're that Specter! You aren't supposed to be here." His voice was shaky, the sight of this apparition unsettling at the very least.

Before the guard could react, the Specter grabbed hold of a stack of files, hurling it at the center of his body where an explosion of documents resulted in the subsequent collision. In this confusion, the cloaked figure was able to slip past the guard, its lithe frame twisting away from his clumsy grasp. Now the chase was on, and the Specter had no intention of being caught on this night.

"Sound the alarm! The Specter is here in the Bravot Library!" More blue robed guards surged to apprehend the invader, but the one who had raised the alarm had lost the Specter's trail a moment later when turning a corner into a T intersection. Growling in frustration, the guard went left, feet pounding on the floor as he attempted to pick up the scent once again. Little did he know that the Bloody Red Specter had already made its escape through the right hallway, vanishing into the darkness with its prize in hand.

The next day, investigators had been sent to look over the scene of the break in and the encounter, hoping to find some trace of the strange cloaked entity. Time passed, and they begrudgingly admitted to themselves they could not find a trace of physical evidence that came from the mysterious interloper. Tensions were mounting, and the police force was looking for any means of stopping this menace once and for all. It was during the debriefing that a vital decision was made.

"We can't solve this on our own. We're going to have to reach out to outside help if we are going to catch this thing." The lead investigator, a surly man by the name of Marcus, refused to acknowledge this as a person. In his mind, it had to he a spirit of some kind, a wraith that was searching for something, but couldn't find it. No regular person could evade capture for so long, or could even be running for as long as it had to be, in order to evade all the patrols he had been sending out. Whether or not it was natural or artificial, the Bloody Red Specter posed a serious threat to the security of Hyperion.

"This thing is already tarnishing our reputation" a fellow investigator named Lisa stated plainly. She was of the same mindset as Marcus, though she seemed a little more disturbed by the oddity than her counterpart. "I've already had people calling in fake reports of the Specter, just to laugh at us. We're slowly becoming a joke to the public, Marcus."

Rubbing his eyes, Marcus was aware that it wouldn't be long before the joke became deadly, and someone got it in their head that they could commit crime in the open despite the authorities being around. In order to keep order, they would have to resort to drastic measures. "Make a call out to the general public and beyond, anyone thats interested in helping bring down the Bloody Red Specter can report to us in the central plaza tomorrow morning. Its time we put an end to this, once and for all."

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"Can you tell me your name lad?"

The young boy sitting in front of Silas fidgeted uncomfortably under his gaze, avoiding making eye contact, "Marek, sir."

Silas smiled, "Very good. Do you remember what happened?"

"I..." the boy glanced up at his mother, who stood over his shoulder; expression a mixture of worry and anger before answering, "I was playing up on the roof and I fell."

"Very good. Do you feel nauseous, like throwing up?"

"No, sir."

The doctor nodded and wrote the answer down in his notebook. He preformed a few more tests, looking for classic symptoms of a concussion like impaired coordination, sensitivity to light and noise, and poor concentration and response times. When he was satisfied that he had enough information to make a diagnosis, he stood up and looked at the worried mother.

"No signs of a concussion. Keep an eye out for any of the symptoms I described for the next few days just to be safe, and find a doctor if they appear. Otherwise I don't believe there should be any problem."

The mothers expression melted into one of relief, "Thank you Doctor. What do I owe you for your services?"

Silas held up his hand, "Nothing at all. Although I would be grateful if you could direct me to the central plaza."

The grateful parent gave him the directions he had asked for, and he took his leave. As he walked down the city streets he chuckled to himself about how little he had changed in some regards; still helping those in need. But things like this were now a secondary pursuit to Silas; as he had found a greater purpose back in the dungeons of the Beast-King. In fact, that was the main reason he had come to Hyperion; to pursue that goal, an begin settling some old scores. But while he was here, there was no reason he couldn't amuse himself with the Bloody Red Specter business.

He had to admit that he wasn't too impressed with the Specter; not yet at least. So far his most nefarious crime was stealing a pewter cup being used to hold pencils; not exactly the crime of the century. But he had to admit that the Specter had certainly made himself the talk of the town; captivating the imaginations of the public and frustrating the authorities to no end. It would seem that this person was at least worth talking to. 

As he arrived at the central plaza, a grin spread across his face; and for just a moment the glamour failed and the right half of his face showed the graft and the glowing green eye underneath. But in an instant the mask was back, and he was just another person waiting to be given information about the Specter. 

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Ferris walked the streets leading to the central plaza, he had heard rumors and stories of thief that moved like a shadow while wearing blood red robes. The police around these were frustrated and near desperate to catch this criminal putting up notices and even laying one wanted poster in a bar. He had the poster in his hand squinting at it, people that passed by ferris would take one look at him and begin to walk quickly away. Ferris was a tall dark old man, a scar to his left eye, wearing a black long coat with fur covering the collar, overall dark clothing such as his boots and what not. But under all that one could tell by a glance of him that even though he looked to be in his 40s he was quite muscular and strong looking, intimidatingly so, after all he is a hunter of monsters, horrors, men, and anything that is worthy to him.

And tonight he deemed this specter worthy.

He looked around the plaza seeing only one other man here waiting for information like he was. 

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Meeting them at the plaza were Marcus and Lisa, the investigators in charge of capturing the Bloody Red Specter. Wearing the blue and red robes of his station, Marcus looked over the two who had responded to the call to action. These were the ones who were going to help them stop this menace, and he felt confident about his chances. "I am glad you found the place all right, now we can get down to business."

While Marcus was a slender man with thick glasses and a calm demeanor, Lisa was a more outspoken character with various tattoos across her face in intricate patterns. "This has been an ongoing investigation for weeks now" she explained "with the Specter outrunning us at every turn." It was clear the frustration of the job was getting to her, she had bags under her eyes and there were multiple strands of chestnut hair that had sprung out of place from her tight ponytail. "We haven't been able to crack its habits, or why it does what it does, so we have had difficulty setting up a trap for it. That is why we are hoping to cast a wide net and get lucky."

"Its a long shot" Marcus admitted, relaying the rest of the plan "which is why we have reached out to outside help to do this. The military has denied our requests towards acquiring some of their assets for this mission. Until the Specter has killed someone or done anything beyond stealing trinkets, they aren't going to get involved." It was frustrating how the threat of this entity was being underestimated in such a way, especially in regards to their authority. 

"We plan on focusing around high priority targets, mostly the academic and market sections of the city." Though it could strike anywhere, Marcus had a feeling it would try its luck on the southern side of the city. Any hunch now would be something he would follow, seeing as how they didn't have anything else to go on. "If you catch sight of the Specter, use these special charm stones and it will raise the alarm for others to follow." 

They were small, smooth brown stones with a green symbol on them, the magical energy vibrating in a low hum within it. Lisa explained that it required only to clutch the stone and to concentrate on an alarm for it to activate. After deputizing the two, the investigators instructed them to begin patrolling the streets as soon as they could. The sooner the Specter was caught, the better. "If you have any questions, speak them now" Lisa said "I don't have time to try and walk you through any other information when we get started."

"Lisa, you need to calm yourself." Marcus was beginning to worry about the mental state of his companion, who seemed to view this Specter as some kind of omen of their destruction. While it was true this case wasn't doing any favors for their career, they didn't need to be so scared of it. "We are confident that we will catch this creature soon, and the people will no logger have to worry about their belongings being stolen by this thief." 

Deep in the recesses of the shadowed alleys of the city, the cloaked figure stood watch, waiting for something, staring into the sun from its hiding spot. What it saw in that fiery ball in the sky, no one could know for certain, but it was clear the Bloody Red Specter would be on the move again soon. "Secrets seeking secrets" it said in that low, frail voice it possessed. A horse drawn carriage passed by the alley and the figure disappeared in a flash.

The chase would soon be on.

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After hearing out the law enforcement officials and taking the location charm, Silas took his leave to stake out the academic sector of the city. Upon arriving, he found a quiet cafe and staked out a table to sit at while he reviewed what he knew about the case. A polite waitress took his order, and once it was placed he took out his notebook and began to scrawl notes as he worked. The first thing he went over was the tension the Specter seemed to inspire in the local law enforcement, and to a lesser degree, in the general population. He was aware that the Matreyans were a highly superstitious people; easily terrified of anything they deemed to be unnatural. Some seemed to think of him as some kind of bad omen; which explained some of the anxiety he provoked.

Now to examine the facts that were available to him; starting with the most recent break in. First off, despite its namesake, the Specter seemed to possess physical characteristics; seeing as how it had tampered with a lock to get into the library. Furthermore, it had been seen by a guard; and in its escape it had picked up and thrown a folder at the guard who spotted it. If it was truly incorporeal, it could have simply vanished instead of running away; and for that matter it wouldn't need to walk through a door. So although psionic ability couldn't be ruled out, it would seem that the Specter was indeed a physical entity. Until proven otherwise, that was the assumption he would operate under. 

The swiftness with which the Specter had fled the scene suggested not just great dexterity, but also a familiarity with the layout of the building. This suggested that the Specter had done its homework, and studied the building. But how? Perhaps it had cased the location earlier, blending in as a patron while taking notes. Or maybe it had acquired the blueprint of the building and found out the most efficient route. If the former were true, then it would pay to find out where such things were kept, and who would have access to them. 

Finally, Silas considered the object the Specter had taken, a pewter cup being used as a pencil holder. An odd thing to steal, but it seemed to be in keeping with the other sightings of the Specter, as to date it had not taken anything of value. The first thing that occurred to him was that the Specter was mentally ill; and that the things it took made perfect sense to it, even it left others baffled. Secondary was that the objects in question possessed some kind of value that was not yet evident. Time would tell he supposed.

The doctor's drink arrived just as he had put down his pen; and he smiled at the young woman who handed it to him. As he raised the cup to his lips, the other reason he had come to this city walked down the street. A battered looking wolf Xeanthro who walked into an apartment building across from the cafe. A wide smile spread across the doctors face and he raised his cup in a toast before draining his cup.

 

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Ferris looked at both of the investigators as the doctor looking guy walked away. 

"I am a hunter, as such I need details. All of them, if you don't want to waste mine or your time then I expect to get the info I need from you." he said straight to them, referring a bit more to the female that seemed tired, however ferris didn't care for that, its their job to provide every bit of info they can to him if they want ferris to help them catch this blood red Spector. 

Ferris in fact wondered if the namesake had meaning to it, hes faced wraiths, ghosts and astral beings before so he'd prepare for that for sure.

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"Yes of course." Marcus said, keeping his state of being calm and composed. Now was not the time to crack, now was the time to stop the madness. "The Specter is approximately five feet tall, and wears a blood red cloak that conceals its face. We have no other description than that, given that no one has seen its face, or even heard it speak as far as we know." Chasing an enigma made things rather difficult, as one could tell.

"Unfortunately we have no more information to give. Only by capturing the Specter can we learn anything else, which is why it'll be important to apprehend this thing." All he wanted was for this mystery to end, so he could sleep at night without having a nightmare of that thing. It was always the same one, where he was chasing it, but never able to catch it, until his legs gave out and he falls into darkness.

They would begin to spread out into their positions, hoping that by spreading out they can catch the mysterious thief in the act. Multiple investigators and other blue robed guardians were on the streets, carefully watching for signs of the Bloody Red Specter. Minutes would soon turn to hours, the sun beginning to set upon the mountain city as darkness began to settle in for the night. Lamps were lit, and Hyperion was illuminated in the glow of orange lights. In the unsettled gaps of the buildings, it moved towards its new target.

Flashes of red were all that could be seen, intermittent flashes of crimson weaved their way through the streets with practiced ease. It knew this city as well as any native, have spoken intimately with the very foundations of its construction. After so much searching, it would finally find what it desired. With silent steps of eerie grace, this blasphemous being of eldritch creation approached the market district.

There weren't many people out on that night, mostly investigators or those of an unsavory variety. Most didn't even notice the Specter when it came by, though one woman did make notice as she walked across a street. It was an unnerving experience for the night walker, who stared so deeply into that blackened void of nothing, that it felt like she would be completely swallowed up by it.

"Forget me..."

A wave of nauseous energy washed over her, wiping away at her mind, disorienting her as she staggered backwards. When she finally came to, the woman wasn't entirely certain what caused her to lose her balance in the first place. Looking around, there was no one else in the area, she was totally alone in the night. With a slight shrug she returned to her daily patrol, unaware of the presence lurking in the shadows, waiting for her to leave.

At the end of the street, one hundred yards away, a flag waved in the night, displaying the national symbol of Hyperion for the world to see. Working its way through the alleys, the Bloody Red Specter would approach the shop underneath the flag, slipping towards the back entrance. A small time merchant, mostly trading in spices and rare plants, yet it seemed to be the figure's target on this night. 

The lock gave way, and like its namesake, the Specter glided its way through the halls of the abode, stopping at the center of the shop, bending down to the floor boards. Careful gloved fingers pried open the wood, it reached into the darkness and pulled out a locket which glimmered in the moonlight. Slowly it opened the locket, revealing the beautiful face of a young girl who had brown hair and emerald eyes. For a moment the Specter shook, then it placed the locket within the confines of its cloak, the Specter now having claimed its prize.

It was time to escape, but the chase was just about to begin...

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Thieves and like minded individuals always worked in the cover of darkness, shadows provide good hidding places for those adept to them such as Ferris himself. He was no thief but as he's made clear to those authorities he is a hunter, a hunter of many things supernatual beasts and men. Tonight would be no different, a ghost nor demon could not escape his senses, and this the blood red Spector could be something related. 

Ferris overlooked the streets of Hyperion from the roofs of buildings and sneaking in the alleyways. Though he may look big and broad his expert hunter skills made him silent and swift through the dark. This Spector probably used some kind of magic to enhance its sneaking prowess, how else could it have sturred up such talk among the people and the authorities, so ferris decided as he would move around the shadows of the city he would focus his senses on picking up magical energies. 

As such, his senses indeed picked up something, an spell or some magic had been just used not too far from where ferris was walking, he carefully snuck around the block. He saw a woman, a normal one for sure, but she had the lingering scent of magic on her as if a spell was just used. "The Spector must be close by..." thought ferris in his head. 

He returned to hopping up on the roof, looking over the area and did what hunters do. Wait for any disturbance. Wait for the prey. 

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Silas had been walking around the market district for quite some time now; waiting for the Specter to show itself. He had made it a point to scout out potential targets the entity might go after; bookshops, schools, dealers of antiquities. After a few hours of this the sun had gone down and he had stopped in at a local restaurant for a lovely dinner accompanied by festive Matreyan music. But even over the upbeat songs, one could quite clearly hear people talking of the Bloody Red Specter; some almost whispering to each other as if they feared being heard. He had just finished his meal when he felt a strong spike of loneliness from somewhere nearby. Quickly settling his bill, he rushed out the door, knowing he would need to move quickly. 

A quick run led him to a store under a massive Hyperion flag; and through the front windows he could see a figure swathed it red. Glancing at the undisturbed front door, he quickly deduced that the Specter had come in through the back entrance. Wordlessly he created an illusion of himself and willed it to go stand at the back while he went to the front door. A gesture with his cane caused the lock to click, and he walked silently through the door. Silas walked quietly towards the being until he was about fifteen feet away, and then decided to stop there, not wanting to spook it into running by getting too close.

"Hello there," he said, smiling pleasantly, "You must be the Bloody Red Specter everyone is talking about."

When the thing noticed him he would hold up his hands in a placating gesture, "Don't be afraid. I have no intention of hindering you this night. I simply wanted to meet the thing behind the rumors."

The doctor rested both hands on his cane and leaned forward a bit, "You may have noticed I said thing instead of man or woman. That is because you seem to be neither. You see, I tracked you here by following the powerful emotion of sadness that you emanate. But as I came closer I was surprised to learn that single emotion is the only one I can sense from you. Normally humans are giant bundles of conflicting emotions, and you are most certainly not that."

Silas' gaze turned more serious, "So tell me Specter; what are you? And what drives you to do what you do?"

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At the moment it was interrupted by the doctor, the Bloody Red Specter stopped, frozen for a moment in time. It was not the first time someone had caught the Cloaked Figure in the act, it just needed a way out. Slowly it turned to him, that oppressive darkness shrouding the face in eldritch eternity. This was not another guard dressed in blue, but a mind that hungered for the knowledge of what the Specter is.

"The truth is death..."

Backing to its side, it kept its gaze towards the doctor, ready to evade should he decide to make a move. He looked old, but he had the air of a predator about him, the silence near deafening in the moment of confrontation. In these moments of seemingly infinite time between seconds, the Specter brought forth a surge of power within itself, concentrating it towards the man in question. This was not the time to play idle games, for it desired a respite from its immense suffering.

"Forget me..."

A pulse of negative energy, in such force the bottles quivered and shook, some falling to the floor and breaking. Grabbing one, the Specter threw it down with great force, causing a cloud of spice to obscure Silas' vision and irritate his senses. In that moment it retreated to the back, ready to make its escape into the night where it would retreat into the darkness, only to open the door and find the doctor once more in front of it. The impossibility of the situation did not deter the Specter, as the drive to escape was now in control.

Throwing the door closed it spun back to the hall, racing for the stairs that lead to the second floor of the building. Silently it trailed up the steps, two at a time, heading for the window which lead into the outside. Someone had opened a door, the owner of the home and shop, and was screaming in duress at seeing the Specter in his home. He was a portly man, classic Matreyan features and wearing a simple blue night robe as clothing. 

"Help! The Specter is in my home! Someone help me!"

Opening the door to the cold winds of the outside air, it gracefully exited feet first, landing in the outer roof and heading west. Jumping to the roof of the adjacent building, it would begin its journey towards freedom. As the moon became clear of the obstruction of the clouds, the full horror of its form was in view. 

Cloth turned to blood, liquid life water held in its form by some form of blasphemous ritual. If one were to look into the blood cloak, one could see the dead faces of agony just beneath the surface, begging for escape. A horrific sight indeed was making its way through the various roof tops of the city, searching for a way out, searching for an exit.

The chase has finally begun.

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It seems patience and keen awareness was all that ferris needed, he heard the bottles, the doors opening, the man that shouted. All of it leading ferris to the Specter whom run and jumped the roof tops. A mistake for the specter since now ferris could see and lock onto its energy and give chase to his prey, however when ferris would chase the specter he would do so in the best interests of being stealthy and quiet. True he wanted to capture the specter but he also wanted to learn about it how it moves, what it looks like, where does it run off to, how does it interact with objects around itself? Ferris would gather as much information on this entity as possible by observing it with both his heighten senses and his supernatural ones. 

Ferris at this point was less of chasing but more of following, and thanks to his control over his werewolf abilities he is able to keep up with the specter. 

"A horrid thing, some kind of demon maybe? No that can't be it, the demons i've faced so far had more purpose and malice in their hearts, this thing has yet to kill anyone or steal something with intention behind it...at least this is all i have to work with damn it." would be the thought in Ferris's mind.

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Silas sighed, "How unfortunate."

As the wave of negative energy roared through the shop Silas tapped the scarab pendant on his neck, causing it to glow with an eerie black light. The pulse of energy funneled into the pendant like water going down a drain, and sparing him from any effects it might have. There was little that the pendant could do about the cloud of spice that erupted from the vessel the Specter threw to the floor. While his grafts would protect his eyes from the sting of the particulates, he still could not see through it, and so he stood and waited for it to clear. He saw no reason to rush, as the Specter was likely faster than him and bumping into something and hurting himself would not help him catch it. Furthermore, he could still clearly sense the being as it moved through the shop, and he felt confidant he could track it again should he need to. 

Once the dust had cleared enough for him to see, he walked through the back door the Specter had gone through and began to walk up the stairs. As he did so, he heard a voice shriek out a protest.

17 hours ago, Grubbistch said:

"Help! The Specter is in my home! Someone help me!"

"No need to shout my friend," Silas quipped as he crested the top of the stairs, "Help is already here."

The obese man turned to look at him, mouth working as he tried to find something to say. Before he could, Silas lifted his right hand and let loose a wave of calming energy that washed over the man. The doctor smiled amicably.

"There now, no need for alarm. I simply want to talk."

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While the doctor worked his magic, the shopkeeper began to settle down, and was ready to talk. "Sorry that I got so upset" he said apologetically, "its just that...that thing has everybody on edge. People say it can suck out your soul while you sleep." He shivered "its just not natural."

 

"Say, shouldn't we alert the investigators about this? Surely they could have a better chance at catching that thing if the alarm was going, right?" His fear of the Bloody Red Specter was beginning to rise, but it soon went to dismay when he entered his shop and noticed the damage. "What in the name of...that damned thing wrecked my shop!" Now anger began to boil inside of him as he inspected the damage. "Look at this mess, its going to take forever to clean up, and it'll cost me a fortune to replace. These spices don't come cheap you know?" With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his face and shook his head. "Sorry...I must still be half asleep, I should offer you some tea before I go off rambling about property damage."

 

Taking a chair, he sat down and looked up at the doctor. Clear indicators of stress and sleepless nights marked his face. There was alcohol on his breath, and his sleeping robes looked like he had been wearing them for days without washing them. With all of that compounded by evident signs of neglected hygiene routines, this man appeared far more troubled than he was willing to say.

 

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Still believing that it was being chased, the Bloody Red Specter was on the move, jumping from rooftop to rooftop to lose any other pursuers on its tail. No matter how many times it jumped or for how long it ran, the scarlet thief did not appear to tire, its endurance seemingly endless in its quest for freedom. As the moon continued to shower the eldritch entity with its false light, the illusion of its eerie appearance continued, a truly infernal creature on such a night of mystery.

 

Finally it decided itself safe enough to return to street level, figuring that anyone after her would not possibly have the stamina to keep going once it hit the alleys. With every twist and every turn, it would get that much closer towards its goal, the gatehouse at the wall of Hyperion. If it could get there without incident, the chances were good that it could sneak through the defenses. From there on it would be a clear shot into the wilderness, where it could truly lose itself and be rid of the prying eyes of the authorities.

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The Matreyan man showed textbook signs of insomnia; bloodshot eyes, bags under said eyes, sluggish movements, and lack of concentration. While it was possible that some of these symptoms were a result of the emotional inducement Silas had just performed on him, he dismissed the idea; as the intensity of the inducement should not have been enough to cause such severe ones. Besides, there were other clues to the mans mental state; such as the fact that his cloths hadn't been washed in what looked (and smelled) to be sometime, and the scent of alcohol that wafted from his mouth everytime he opened his mouth. There was maybe a weeks worth of growth on his beard; which suggested that whatever had happened to cause this man such distress was fairly recent. As he wondered what could be bothering the man, his mind drifted to the locket the Specter had been holding; the picture of the little girl inside. In that moment he came up with an idea.

"No need for tea, thank you," 

The doctor kept a pleasant smile on his face as he walked toward the man, "It looks like you've had a rough time of things lately my friend."

Silas made a show of reaching into his pocket and withdrew a pendant identical to the one the Specter had been holding earlier. Of course the one he now held was simply an illusion, but he doubted the man in front of him would be able to see through it.

"Does it have something to do with her?"

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6 hours ago, Grubbistch said:

Finally it decided itself safe enough to return to street level, figuring that anyone after her would not possibly have the stamina to keep going once it hit the alleys. With every twist and every turn, it would get that much closer towards its goal, the gatehouse at the wall of Hyperion. If it could get there without incident, the chances were good that it could sneak through the defenses. From there on it would be a clear shot into the wilderness, where it could truly lose itself and be rid of the prying eyes of the authorities.

Ferris was right on this thing's tail, he almost lost it once due to one guard getting in his way mistaking ferris for a moment that he was the specter. Ferris pushed the guard out of the way and was luckily able to keep track of the energies of this entity he pursued. 

"Hmm the gatehouse...i see. If it gets passed there then it can lose everyone in the wilderness." ferris thought to himself, a chuckle escaped his breathe. The wilderness is where ferris was most comfortable, its where he did most of his hunts, where he was raised and where he learned everything about hunting monsters. Ferris wouldn't let such a challenge go to waste, and it's not like this entity could true escape from Ferris's supernatural senses, but he had his job to do. Thus ferris would sneak through the gatehouse himself and attempt to get ahead of the entity, he would have to get past the guards by either knocking out the ones in front of him that tried to stop him or sneak through the shadows and leap with his werewolf speed helping him into the wilderness, the guards in either case proved to be annoying to him but he got through most of them without a large hindrance to his swiftness. 

Once ferris reached the other side of the wall he kept focus on the entity and continued to follow it, focusing on every move it made, every hint of magic or otherworldly energy it trailed, ferris would be there to stalk it, and learn about its movement pattern.   

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