Starter for my Talamascan Followers: notanotherbookworm and evan-wheeler
It was another typically rainy night in London when Marcus stepped out of a taxi to gaze up at the Talamascan Motherhouse. Yes, this was definitely the place from his visions.
He'd searched for the place on Google immediately after his vision and the teenager knew that this was precisely where he was supposed to be, even if it had been impossible to tell exactly what the building was. In the vision he'd heard only one word, Talamasca, and that was all he needed to know. He'd learnt the hard way after a number of... experiences, that he should not question the visions but do precisely as they suggested.
He climbed the stairs with a confident little smile and banged on the door with one fist, clutching a pile of papers to his chest.
