as written by Ronin
Robert crossed his arms over his chest. "We have Kelve's blessing on this. I don't think we'll have too much to worry about with a master backing us up." The knight sighed. "I can't say that I like it, but it's not like the Order hasn't worked with metahumans before." Lowgrade wizards and spell casters mostly, but Robert didn't mention that part. An animancer was a whole different caliber of metahuman, both in power level and heritage.
"...how would we get rid of him, anyway?" Robert mused, "...I guess we could throw that cloak of his in a dryer with a red sock." A nod. "Might do the trick. 'The Order of Pink'."
As the paladins spoke, Noah would feel a strong spiritual residue surrounding the circle. The woman's tortured soul left a trail to follow, leading away from the alleyway around the bend.
Robert crossed his arms over his chest. "We have Kelve's blessing on this. I don't think we'll have too much to worry about with a master backing us up." The knight sighed. "I can't say that I like it, but it's not like the Order hasn't worked with metahumans before." Lowgrade wizards and spell casters mostly, but Robert didn't mention that part. An animancer was a whole different caliber of metahuman, both in power level and heritage.
"...how would we get rid of him, anyway?" Robert mused, "...I guess we could throw that cloak of his in a dryer with a red sock." A nod. "Might do the trick. 'The Order of Pink'."
As the paladins spoke, Noah would feel a strong spiritual residue surrounding the circle. The woman's tortured soul left a trail to follow, leading away from the alleyway around the bend.