In the year 2012, a mysterious illness began to sweep the globe. In its wake, those who survived it were left with immensely powerful supernatural abilities.
As the number of people capable of wielding magic powers increased, they began to organize and seize control of the course of history. Using their powers to travel between parallel universes, these mages forge empires of a scale never before seen. And at the center of it all is the Academy, a neutral institution founded for mages to share their knowledge with each other.
Mages struggle against each other to impose their will upon the multiverse, but there is one threat that unites them all together. In recent months, mysterious entities have appeared. These entities wield power far greater than any one mage, and they seem determined to annihilate all of humanity. The mages will have to set aside their differences in order to beat them. The fate of the multiverse depends on it.
Diana raised an eyebrow. The way he was saying pretty much guaranteed that it wasn't fine, much like whenever he asked her to check on someone he beat up a little too hard it wasn't because he was worried about them trying something. Now she was just confused. It wasn't enough to get rid of the hollow feeling in her that she was trying to push past, but it certainly made it easier to ignore. Was he worried about her taking that comment personally because she didn't really like it? That would be stupid, she wasn't even sure if she was capable of taking anything personally. There wasn't much need to verbalize her confusion. If she hit whatever it was she figured he'd feel the need to rant about it again if he wanted to.
"Sooooo..." she speed up again to try to keep pace with Vieri. "There's nothing else to do today? No one that needs a stern talking to or a spear in their sternum? The labs are done and the city is somehow not a complete mess anymore?"
She pulled one of her hands out of the pocket it was in and a small baggie with it. It was filled with an opaque preservative, though the bag was thin enough that the eye floating around in it was still visible. Not the most elegant way to store it, but she didn't have anything else that could fit in a pocket easily like this and they didn't have any good labs setup yet, so it would have to do for now.
Post by Vieri di Adatto Isabello on May 31, 2018 16:55:28 GMT -7
Vieri hated this feeling in his chest and Diana wasn’t making any sense, and so he wanted to be somewhere completely different. He didn’t know why he was feeling all tight in his lungs like this - she wasn’t upset and he was right. They’d not even fought, really, just disagreed. Him loudly, but that was normal; that was how he disagreed. Just, now she had this weird feeling he kept feeling too and he didn’t like it at all.
So he wasn’t running away, he was going to go be productive somewhere else. Dominico was probably still dealing with bankers and there were more scientists to round up and inform of germs. The labs weren’t done, more people were still angry, and as much as he was going to punch any mage who said otherwise, the city was still a mess. There were things he needed to do; he didn’t have time for weird ass gut emotions to slow him down.
He didn’t want to tell Diana to go away, he just wouldn’t be able to think as long as she was feeling that thing and he was feeling like this, and he didn’t know how to fix either. Time would probably do the trick, though. He was drawing a complete blank on what to say that wasn’t just a blunt ‘go away’ until the eye came out. It was creepy as hell, floating in the goop like it was still watching, but he guessed that was some of the point. He swallowed and looked back at the road.
“Matteo di Ciecco Santino - the sheep tyrant who dresses like a jester because he likes to show off expensive colors - he’s thinking of riling up a couple of the wealthier merchants who’ve made armies or bodyguard possies. It won’t do shit but cause problems, and none of us have any time for that. Do to him whatever you want, if you want proof to shove in people’s faces he was planning on writing up letters this afternoon.” He said stiffly-formally, looking set in his direction and a little red. Stabbing things always seemed to put her at ease. He hoped she attracted another mage.
It was strange, she gave him that out because the odds of there being no one that needed to be stabbed were low and because she thought it would help. Somehow, him taking that out just made it worse. It made no sense. It was something to do, something useful, and beating these assholes with in an inch of their life was normally a pretty good time. But right now, she felt nothing. Nothing at all. No joy from a potentially amusing mission, no anger for basically being told to fuck off politely, no irritation from how stupid their last conversation was, she wasn't even feeling hungry anymore even though her stomach was still rumbling about. Diana didn't frown, didn't smile, didn't sigh, just paused for a moment and slide the bag with the eye back into her pocket. Normally she'd try to give him a hard time about it, or at least about something, or make some comment about the target at least, but right now caring was too difficult. She just stared blankly for a moment then started walking away.
"'Kay. I'll wait a few hours to make sure he's had time to write."
Her tone was flat with no particular feeling in it. She supposed she should get something to eat in the mean time, if only to ensure that her regeneration didn't kill her mid battle. But at this point she had something to do and while there was clearly still something wrong with him, she didn't care enough to figure out what it was right now. He could deal with it himself. She clearly wasn't wanted here anyway.