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Animus glances at Tug. "We could try breaking it down, but I think there are enough people around that that might attract too much attention. Perhaps we should start from the roof, instead?"
Unless they jammed the door because the upper floor is better-defended.
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Tug thought about the last time he had faced this door, right after Ollie had died, when he had put his foot through it in his anger. Probably wasn't going to work this time, and, as Animus had mentioned, its a bit early in the day for all that. He nods. "Yeah, let's see if there's a way up or another in."
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Need Wits + Survival -3 from both Mages...
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Animus notices some footprints, fairly fresh. The large treads suggest hiking boots, or some other outdoor wear, and the prints are slightly smaller than his own.
Finally a picture.
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Animus holds up a hand. "Hold on a sec. Footprints. Let's see where they go." A look of intense concentration comes onto Animus' face as he attempts to follow the prints as they lead into the grass. He silently waves for Tug to follow him as he continues his intense scrutiny.
1 suxx
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Animus manages to track the footprints around the side of the building, then back a bit towards the front.
Then, they lead away towards a park bench near the skate park.
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Animus pauses, glancing at Tug. "They seem to just stop here. Isn't this where those mages were killed?"
Inevitably, his thoughts turn to the funeral, so long ago, and to Captain. Damn you, Vector.
He shakes it off. It's the present that matters. And if the Necromancer's still around, I don't want any surprises from Twilight.
Animus calls it up with just a thought, visions of that other state of being. Along the way comes a faint buzzing, just on the edge of perception. The spells are beginning to weigh on his pattern.
Spirit Tongue
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As expected, this area is devoid of spirit activity.
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