[ He glances at her at that, eyes narrowed as he focuses his vision -- yeah, she hasn't been here as long, and that swirl of darkness around her core isn't as deep as some others'. No wonder she just thinks he'd become 'a little strange.'
Gen looks away once more as he stalks towards the closed general store, peering in through the darkened window. The door is locked and the interior is unmanned; no doubt its owner hadn't seen fit to try and keep a place this small operating amidst the chaos of this day. ]
They did something to his shard. [ His answer is followed by a fruitless rattle at the doorknob. No dice, of course. And while he could just bash it open with his mace, he doesn't want to draw too much attention. Nor does he want to take too much time. He frowns as he stares down at the bottom of the doorframe right before his boots. ] It's ... it's like they injected something in there. And it fucked with his memories, too. I never liked him much anyway, but now I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.
[ His words had petered off with a slow exhale, and he closes his eyes in concentration for a moment. Then there's the quiet crack of the ground beneath the door's bulk shifting, exerting just enough pressure to twist it in place until the door's lock pops open and a hinge breaks. Gen exhales heavily as he opens his eyes -- forcing fine movements like that with his magic is always more exhausting than fighting with it -- before shouldering the door open and jerking his head to indicate Gray should follow inside. They should move fast. ]
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Gen looks away once more as he stalks towards the closed general store, peering in through the darkened window. The door is locked and the interior is unmanned; no doubt its owner hadn't seen fit to try and keep a place this small operating amidst the chaos of this day. ]
They did something to his shard. [ His answer is followed by a fruitless rattle at the doorknob. No dice, of course. And while he could just bash it open with his mace, he doesn't want to draw too much attention. Nor does he want to take too much time. He frowns as he stares down at the bottom of the doorframe right before his boots. ] It's ... it's like they injected something in there. And it fucked with his memories, too. I never liked him much anyway, but now I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.
[ His words had petered off with a slow exhale, and he closes his eyes in concentration for a moment. Then there's the quiet crack of the ground beneath the door's bulk shifting, exerting just enough pressure to twist it in place until the door's lock pops open and a hinge breaks. Gen exhales heavily as he opens his eyes -- forcing fine movements like that with his magic is always more exhausting than fighting with it -- before shouldering the door open and jerking his head to indicate Gray should follow inside. They should move fast. ]