#event!fragmentation2

[deviloftherhine-blog]

@amaurctic

I hadn’t understood much from the call. Officer Winters had been yelling something, I only got his location tracking his phone down. If it wasn’t my subordinate I’d simply take liberty to ignore it and mind my own business but if my subordinates asks my help I’m technically obligated to follow - after all I can’t have anyone die under my watch. It just gives me bad image doesn’t it? 

Naturally it’d be different if he hadn’t made the call. 

Of course it might be too late but if that’s how it is it can’t be helped. I’m here now so I’ll look for a while and then turn back if I can’t find him. 

Situation being as it is the place it’s not a surprise to find the streets in chaos. I might stop if I wasn’t in hurry to the coordinate the phone call came from. Winters might have moved from there by now but considering that I didn’t take long to arrive---- ah. 

“ ....I’ve arrived officer Winters, I presume you still need help with that harem of yours? “

[deviloftherhine-blog]

Help out

Using spells all the time can consume your stamina. The efficiency in the usage of mana is important. Granted I have quite a reservoir thanks to the curse Being X put on me of it but it doesn’t stop me growing weary after a long while of fighting.  I’m not quite out of anything yet but it’s good to preserve your strength.

The streets are in chaos. Shouts, crying.... I’m taking shelter at a small alley way leading to an antiqueshop. It’s a dead end though, not the smartest place to hid with small space but maybe it’ll stay safe enough for a short moment of rest. 

Dusty, still air. I said this was an antiquate shop but on the other look it’s all junk rather than anything valuable. Trinkets left and right, the smell is that of a house that hasn’t been visited for a while... Save for one thing. 

Smell of iron. 

Looking at the floor I spot up drops of it scatter around the floor. My gaze follows the trail before my feet. On an old sofa-like structure - I say this bc it’s a little shoddy made, wide wooden chair that is covered with pelt. 

“ You.... what happened to you... uh.... “ I pause for a second.

“ .....what happened to you? “ 

I forget his name. 

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