Snippet #2265992

Silas shook his head as he took his hand away from the pile of dust. It pricked and tingled wherever the dust touched it. It was almost like biting aluminum. Except, on his hand. Or, at least, so he had heard. He had never bitten down on aluminum, personally.

His vision blurred for a moment, covered by bright shapes and shifting colors. He felt himself totter for a moment before his vision cleared and he stood quickly. The lost was right in front of him, along with… He blinked his vision clear, his features shifting into his normal, unexpressive appearance. There were enough Reapers to take care of this. He turned on his heel and dashed out of the building. He had done his part, and there was nothing else he could do.

And so he simply walked out of the building, covered in sparkling, silvery dust, and picked up a larger, stray piece of concrete to sit down with. He might as well stay here and watch the entrance… He knew that either way he would get yelled at later. He yawned, about to sit down, when he felt it. Bells Tolling. He sighed. Must this happen now? Really? Why, oh why, right when he’d gotten out of the fight… He put the piece of concrete in his coat pocket. It wouldn’t be worth much power-wise, but it was enough for one more good shot.

He started trotting down the road. There. There were some teenagers down the road… He assumed them to be teenagers, at least. They had to be around his age, at least. Not that it really mattered either way. He still had to deal with it… Why him? Couldn’t it be someone else? He sighed, yet again. As always, he knew what would happen in the future if he didn’t. He wasn’t some kind of fortune teller, but the answer would be obvious. Someone would yell at him and it would be a waste of time as usual.

He approached them without giving a greeting, not so much as waving. “Hello. I’m looking for someone. Anybody seen anything weird around here…?” He said quietly. It was an odd question, he knew. But he didn’t care. They would answer it, either way, and he knew the person had to be somewhere around here. If worse came to worse, he could always use the Lost that came to identify the exact person.