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Weavebreaker glances around for a moment, as she tries to think of what to do next.
"Lets gather up the things and walk and talk this problem out. We need a good way to track that car..." Her eyes cast down the street. "Let's catch a cab...or two..." She knew it is a time critical situation and that they had little hope of finding the car on foot. "Unless someone drove..."
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“I'm still concerned that we might be missing something here…” Kite put down the shoe, and took out his phone again in order to take a few more pictures.
After taking pictures of the shoe and the tire marks, Kite stood still and concentrated for a moment. “Before we go, let me quickly check one last thing…”
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Toren wanted to say that it wasn't necessary that they split up, that they might simply find a private out of the way area to talk plainly between them, but it seemed that many of them were still rather hesitant to do so on unfamiliar territory. These mages were still new to the city after all and they might have heard about the grisly murders that had taken place before their arrival. Yet that seemed all the more reason to stick together, yet they may yet mistrust each other.
"Umm, well..." says Toren towards Leo as he begins to walk away. "That is, perhaps," he says to Weavebreaker who appeared indecisive about her next action. And all the while Kite continues his investigation, ignoring the Awakened and Sleepers alike. "How about we all just grab a coffee somewhere nearby and chat discretely?" His suggestion was hesitant and unsure, much as he was about the supposed abduction itself. Surely the scene deserved more attention and heading all the way back to the Circle wouldn't benefit them except by providing a place to talk.
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The blood moves freely into Toren’s napkin, but doesn’t seem to stick for a moment before settling in, a faint ring around where it was now visible on the concrete.
There were no cameras in the vicinity that Kite could see, and the obvious flow of life energies from his companions as well as those on the street and even a little from the blood in Toren’s napkin as he moves it.
There is a café about a block and a half down.
Anyone may start the new thread, place it at the Javalounge, and we can get on with it.
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