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"You don't like the food? Then get out! Go get Panda Express!" The irate middle aged manager yells at the pack, pointing at the door. The two other customers look up from their bowls of soup, before looking back down again, working very hard to not see whats going to happen.
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Still smirking, Aeneas stalked out the door and headed back onto the street. Now he made his way toward the Pocket Club, face turned slightly to the parking lot as he again strove to make out the van's license plates. He didn't look behind him, confident that the other wolves would be following.
"Oi, we're bloody going," he said, waving an obscene gesture towards the owner. "Don't get fuckin' mad when a bloke speaks the truth about your pig slop."
Bridger turned and walked out, following Aeneas.
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Bridger notices a few distinguishing marks on the front bumper of the van that has more dirt on it. Definetly looks like it hit something, but what...isn't clear without closer investigation.
Aeneas sees nothing interesting. Birds sitting in the trees, poorly maintained bushes loosing their leaves, trash, a bird sitting on the top of the cleaner van, trash, and more trash.
Wait. That bird has like 6 eyes. And sky blue is not a color associated with birds of this plane. A spirit is sitting on that car, but dematerialized.
And its looking at you, looking at it. It has 2 other eyes tracking Bridger, and 2 more shifting around.
Its a creepy ugly thing.
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Chris doesn't even bother taking the styrofoam plate to the trash, he just leaves it sitting there on the table and gets up to follow the others out the door, making sure to keep a few steps behind them as to not raise any suspicions of their intent, and more importantly to make sure that if any danger lurked that it would see them first, giving him an opportunity to flee...if that was to be his choice. After having faced the spiritual bear not too long ago, Chris no longer under estimated just how fucked up things could get. He does however dig into his pockets in search of the prepaid trac phone that he'd scouped up just for the occasion. If they did manage to find the right van, he could potentially use this as a make shift tracking device to safely locate the van when ever they wanted, remotely...from far away...safely....far away.
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Aeneas stops. Aeneas turns slightly so he can get a better look at the strange creature of the otherworld. It is as much a Forsaken "I see You, you see Me" as it is a simple fact that Aeneas cannot multitask and is probably too dim witted to spot, or care for, the danger of the situation.
"Ah say ah see you, little bird. Haaaaw. Say... You guys carry on in. Ah'll follow ye directly. Raight naow ah thinks we all been seen, huh? Well now, that does change things, he he! Ah wonder what manner of beastie you be?"
He turned slightly to Bridger and Chris as they make their way past.
"Its that van thar! Yessir!"StupidlyBoldly, he jerked a finger at the vehicle.
Bridger failed to see any of the birds Aeneas was talking about so he figured they must be spiritual. Using his ability to see the ephemeral allowed him to see them, but instead of focuses on them as Aeneas had he instead went straight for the van. The jig was up wasn't it? Aeneas did point right at them.
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The bird blinks. Each eye, individually, in a random sequence that doesn't seem to have a pattern.
<<Weird drunk.>> It says to itself.
Bridger, despite not having the Irraka's natural affinity for finding secre things, now also sees the weird little spirit. He notes one of the wing's open up as the bird looks under it, exposing yet another eye, this one a kaleidoscope of colors, with a coal black center that draws the gaze and seems to suck in his attention.
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Chris has his eyes trained so intently on his phone as he walks, he barely notices Bridger and very nearly walks straight into the burly man, thankfully though hearing Aeneas's signature southern drawl calls him to attention, he looks up and immediately spots the bird, though at first glance he doesn't notice anything strange. If anything his comrades paying such close mind was what made him take a second look, this time seeing the creature for what it really was.
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Aeneas remains in his own little world. Wincing slightly, the Irraka tried to remember something useful about classifying spirits - he was sure he received a crash course from the extended pack that initiated him; dealing with spirits was something Elodoth and Ithaeur, after all.
As usual, his mind was a blank.
"An' what mischief have you been up to, little bird? Haw! Ye should fly on, yessir. Theys them hunter types hereabouts. An you in the wrong place, see? Unless you involved in that too... in which case ah's gonna be askin' questions."
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