Deacon's voice, when he spies Ivan before Ivan spies him, sounds somewhat hollow in this ghost town. A lot of people are getting off the streets, avoiding the violence, and though the sky has not yet split into colours as it will eventually, the tension of the siege permeates the air. He was just out of sight, leaning against a completely inexplicable concrete bus stop, and now pushes forward to step alongside the older vampire.
Raise your hand if you have a good sense of smell; Mitchell Has Been Here, but-- "Hasibe says the coordinates are behind," Deacon explains, which can be expected. Silver-- probably not real silver, though, considering his allergies-- flashes in the ring on his finger as he brings up a cigarette to draw from. "But he went this way."
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Deacon's voice, when he spies Ivan before Ivan spies him, sounds somewhat hollow in this ghost town. A lot of people are getting off the streets, avoiding the violence, and though the sky has not yet split into colours as it will eventually, the tension of the siege permeates the air. He was just out of sight, leaning against a completely inexplicable concrete bus stop, and now pushes forward to step alongside the older vampire.
Raise your hand if you have a good sense of smell; Mitchell Has Been Here, but-- "Hasibe says the coordinates are behind," Deacon explains, which can be expected. Silver-- probably not real silver, though, considering his allergies-- flashes in the ring on his finger as he brings up a cigarette to draw from. "But he went this way."