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XianEvermor wrote:Z'har had traveled across rooftops and through alleys, vaulting and climbing over obstacles to reach a region of downtown he was quite familiar with. He'd lost spirit somewhere around a corner, though... you don't really lose someone who can jump into surveillance systems and travel across telecommunications lines at the speed of data. It's like trying to hide from someone by curling up under a box with a neon sign labeled: "Safe Spot." Spirit had just decided it was too much effort to follow on foot, or got distracted by a shiny object on the way. She'd turn up later, he was sure.
His target was a small book store where he'd suspected a hunter worked part time. He'd spent weeks observing it casually, sometimes following the workers. The girl that worked during the day routinely managed to put him in a position where continuing his pursuit would reveal him. Normally he would just use his ability to trick her into believing he wasn't there, but he wasn't entirely sure it would work at all on a vampire, let alone one that could be hunter. She had the smell of magic on her... she might even be able to sense that he was attempting to influence her. There was just too much he didn't know about her to risk revealing himself unnecessarily.
Today was different, however: Today he wanted to know for sure. Today he would draw her out and see. He was walking down the street towards the shop with crowds milling past and around him oblivious to his presence. They moved out of his way to avoid bumping him without even realizing. Z'har stopped pointedly in front of the shop door and looked inside. Like a stone in the water, the crowd moved around him as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his red cargoes and stretched his influence inside the store. He observed carefully to see if she had sensed him when another thought entered his mind.
If my influence isn't enough... perhaps the disturbance of a soul would be.
Z'har callously reached into the body of a young girl as she passed clutching a newly bought novel. The look of elation on her face evaporated as her own momentum carried her past Z'har and her suddenly comatose body stumbled and collapsed to the floor. People gasped and a space opened up in front of the bookstore. Some stood and watched dumbfounded while the girl's friend screamed for someone to call for an ambulance. He sent his crimson gaze cutting through the bookstore, his face neutral. His left hand was still in his pocket, though his right hand was outstretched clutching the vibrant essence of the girl's soul. Z'har's held his influence in the bookstore and wondered if she could see him... wondered if she was the hunter in this area he'd been trying to gather information on.
One way or another, the ball was in her court.
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