Animus walks toward the Tower Bridge, Guards the Pack trotting invisibly beside him. He looks around for Joshua. They'd agreed to meet about this time, so he'd be surprised if Josh wasn't at least nearby.
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Animus walks toward the Tower Bridge, Guards the Pack trotting invisibly beside him. He looks around for Joshua. They'd agreed to meet about this time, so he'd be surprised if Josh wasn't at least nearby.
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Narration
The Tower Bridge. Constructed 70 years ago, this is one of the capital's most picturesque features, with a very cool center portion which elevates. It's been photographed, and painted. Hell, somewhere is a drawing a Master did several months ago of it.
It fairly ripples and pulses with Resonance, but to Animus' eyes, this lifeless matter's is simply stone and metal shaped by man, without the beautiful, vibrant pulse of the living.
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Joshua's car is nearby, parked; he arrived a few minutes ago, just enough time to get himself prepared for the investigation while waiting for Animus. It will be good to work out in the field with the Thyrsus; it had been a long time since the Living Stones had done anything as a group, and he was surprisingly eager to work with someone who wasn't an Arrow. It brought a new perspective to things.
Mage Sight
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Spotting Joshua's car, Animus walks over to to it and waits for Joshua to get out. "It's been too long since I've been in the field. You ready for some digging?"
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Joshua pockets the keys, taking a look around the area. "Yeah, I could stand to do some work," he says, and grins suddenly. "Almost like old times. Just need Zero cowering behind a couch and we'd be all set."
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Animus chuckles. "Somehow, he managed to get to be the head of the Free Council after Armstrong left. They must be pretty low on membership." He turns and begins walking toward the bridge.
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Joshua follows, hands in the pockets of his coat. "Lot of things have changed," he says idly. "Different town, and its only been a few months." He stops, casting his eyes up at the bridge.
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Animus nods agreement, before turning to focus on the bridge himself. Guards-the-pack, let me know if you see something unusual.
Meh
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As the wolf lopes ahead, Animus studies the Bridge. The cold, dead stone is a focal point for activity, though, and exudes a sense of completion; of bridging the gap, of travelers assisted to their destinations. There's a underlying odor of furnaces, of molten steel and liquid asphalt, shaped to the will of Man. In spots, however, Animus can see flickers of something else, as one might see a lighter flicking on and off at a great distance.
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Joshua looks the structure over. What was it Falx' group had seen? What was special about this bridge?
Not too bad considering
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